🎵 Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings 🎵

“Whats the count?” you ask me as I kneel naked in front of you, making me cringe a little. It’s way higher than it should be, and I have only myself to thank for that. It took you but one week to set some rules. ‘We’re going to fix that potty mouth of yours, very unladylike things come out of there’ you said after I swore. I do have the mouth of a sailor, I should have fixed it ages ago but there’s something about the word fuck thats just… cathartic. I swallow as I realize you’re going to make me say it, a tinge of humiliation starting to enter the mix of emotions I’m feeling.

“It’s 75” I say, a pang of guilt making me keep my eyes on the floor just in front of the tips of your toes. There’s no denying it anymore. Not that denying works on you anyway, believe me, I tried, but my pathetic attempts to squirm out of punishment have only brought the count further up.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Your feet start to leave my field of view as you walk behind me. I know you’re testing me, trying to see if I’ll have the guts to try and worm my way out of punishment again, but with the count standing at a massive 75, I’m feeling highly unmotivated to push my luck. “I’m sorry, Master” I say, pouring every ounce of innocence I can muster into my voice. 

An evil chuckle escapes your lips as you shut the handcuffs around my wrists behind my back “Oh no you’re not,” your voice dark, nearing my ear, “but don’t you worry, you will be.” 

🎵 Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams 🎵

“Tell me little puppet,” you start, your voice as sweet as honey, laced with innocence, “tell me, 75 of what exactly?” I can’t see your face but feel your grin burn holes into my skin nonetheless, your words relentlessly pushing my buttons. I’ve been trying to find out all week what exactly you’ve been counting, probing and poking your mind, but you wouldn’t say. “75 of whatever you want, Master.” I echo your words back at you. “Exactly.” you say in an almost proud voice as you shove a ring gag in my mouth and fasten it. 

“Look at me.” you command. I cast my eyes upward to you. You’re sitting on your chair, laid back, legs spread like a king on his throne. Your head is lightly supported at your chin by your hand, of which one fingertip carelessly disappears in your mouth. You’re biting your finger, plotting, scheming what to do to me next. You look magnificent, like a predator licking its lips in anticipation of a meal. I can’t help but wonder what depraved, evil things entertain your mind. I swallow as your sadistic tendencies combined with your limitless creativity are starting to a bit of flight reaction starting to surface. 

“Seventy-five, tsk,” you finally say, breaking the silence, “se…ven…ty….five.” you repeat slowly. I’m starting to feel hint of my flight reaction creep in. “My, my, you certainly put in some effort this week, haven’t you?” I cringe. I could have avoided a couple of those to be honest, but it was just too… tempting. My utter lack of self-preservation combined with an insatiable curiosity made me tickle that sleeping grizzly bear with a poking stick… repeatedly…

“Hey Siri,” you suddenly say, “set a timer for 75 minutes” All of a sudden it makes sense, you actually did tell me, I just didn’t get it, ’75 of whatever I want’, meaning 75 MINUTES doing whatever you want. Oh fuck me. You start laughing as you see the realization form on my face: 75 minutes at your sadistic hands, I’m doomed… I would have started to plead if it wasn’t for the ring-gag in my mouth. 

“75 minutes, counting down” Siri says. 

“I wrote you a rhyme” you grin sadistically. I feel a bit of sweat starting to form on my forehead. This can’t be good, this means trouble… “I think I’ll call it…” your voice trails off “Pick the hole”. You chuckle as I start pulling my restraints. ‘I’m going to make you my fucktoy, reduced to three fuckholes to be used when I please, as I please.’ the words from our last date echo through my mind, making me even hotter. “Are you ready little puppet? Pay attention now, you’re the star of the show!” Your words pull me from my thoughts. I try to answer but the ring gag is having none of it. Drool slowly starts to make its way from my lips onto the floor.

“Eeny… meeny… miny… mo…” you start as your finger slowly alternates between pointing at my mouth, my ass and my vagina. 

“Caught my fucktoy by her toe” A small chuckle escapes your mouth as you see the realization of my predicament starting to dawn on me. 

“If she cums I won’t let her go” Oh fuck me… I’m going to be here forever, you’ll make sure of that…

“Pick a hole, it’s time to…” you looks me straight in my eye and point at my ass “suffer”

“You sadistic prick, that doesn’t even fucking rhyme!” I shout but all that comes out is gargled noise as your evil laughter fills the room. How can you laugh in such an evil way?! You’re the goddamn devil himself.

“Because I’m such a benevolent Master, I’m going to assume you were thanking me for the future use of that cumhole” you say as you kneel behind me. Dodged a major bullet there… “Thank you” I say and even though it comes out a mess you seem to understand as your finger slowly starts tracing the outside of my vagina, spreading my wetness everywhere. 

“Wet already… that’s just pathetic, I didn’t even start yet” you say as you push two fingers inside me. “Don’t you dare come” you threaten. “I don’t care even if there’s only half a second left on that timer, if you come we’re starting all over again” your voice, raspy, dark. I know empty threats don’t exist in your universe, you have a knack for following up. I swallow. It’s already starting to get hard. I feel my wetness lubricate your fingertips, my poor muscles contracting in anticipation. 

“This isn’t normal anymore, look at this” you gasp as you pull your fingers out of me. “You’re such a perverted little freak, you do realize that right?” You say mockingly. “My little freak is getting her perverted freak on” you say as you pump your fingers in and out of me. Suddenly, you stop and pull your fingers out and start smearing my wetness over my asshole.

“Here’s your lesson for today” you say as you grab the skin marker. “Since you’re a little tied up, I’ll help you out by making notes for you.” A second later I feel the cold tip of the skin marker firmly planted on my left asscheek, making goosebumps explode all over my skin. “C… U…” you start spelling the letters as you start writing them on my left asscheek. Oh. My. God. I can’t believe you’re actually writing that on me… It’s so wrong, so depraved… Humiliation is starting to envelop me more with every letter put on my body…. Reflexively I start grinding my hips, causing you to smack my ass. “Sit still.” You say in a harsh tone as you continue, “M… H…” your voice suddenly stops. “Oh.. Well isn’t this convenient?" your voice laced with innocence and surprise "There’s already an O here!” you say as you start tracing your finger around my asshole. “You’re made for this, aren’t you” you say, making me moan in response, battling my inner demons to keep still. “L… E…” you finish the word putting a dot at the end. At least it’s grammatically correct now…

“Such a convenient little hole” you say as I feel you pushing in the first of the beads, stopping halfway to fuck my asshole with it. I moan loudly in response as you push the first in, the second and third one following relentlessly. “One by one, in they go” your voice sounding raspy and turned on. I know they’re successively bigger, the next one isn’t going to be all that easy. “Three down” you coo as you start stroking my hips. “You think you can do the last one?” You ask, playing with the bead still sticking out. It’s so relentlessly sadistic, you know full well I can’t come from that but it builds towards my orgasm nonetheless. Slowly I feel the bead starting to enter me. Oh my God the thing is huge. I feel myself getting stretched, and then stretched some more. The small twinge of pain is making a desperate moan escape my lips. “Sssshhh” you say as you gently pat my ass “let it happen….. submit” I close my eyes and relax. “Like that, such a good girl”. I’m starting to get that heady feeling, warmth starts to envelop me like a warm blanket. 

“Lets see if I can feel them” you say as you slip two fingers inside me, causing me to moan loudly again. Your fingers? They need to go, or I won’t be able stop this orgasm from happening. I try to take a step forward but you’re holding my hips so tight, there’s no way. I feel your fingers probing, I feel so full… You’re starting to hit that special spot… Moaning loudly, I feel my body starting to tip over the edge, the muscles of my pelvis start to contract as you pull your fingers out at just the right moment, leaving me with no stimulation whatsoever. 

🎵 Blinded by me, you can't see a thing 🎵

As I come down from my ruined orgasm it hits me. I squirted all over your hand… “Depraved little puppet,” you whisper in my ear making me wince a little, “such a mess you made” Oh God I know where this is going… 

I try to plead but only garble comes out of my mouth. “What did you say? You want to be useful?” I swallow. “Then clean up this mess” you say as you start wiping my juices over my face. It’s so humiliating. You hand moves back to my poor tortured slit and scoops up more wetness. “Wow look at this…” you say as I feel a pang of shame hit me. “You put some effort into it” I’m so humiliated it’s making me even wetter.

“Close your eyes” you coo as you smear my juices over every inch of my face. I comply, not wanting it to end up in my eyes.

“Stay in place now, I’ll be right back” and with those words you’re gone

It feels like eons before you return. I wonder how much is left on the timer, the ring-gag preventing me from asking Siri. I don’t know if I have the strength left to handle more edging… My own cum is trickling from my face into my open mouth. It tastes so good, so hot, I love it. I stick my tongue out and try to lick it off my lips

“Oh my God” you chuckle in disbelief. "You really are the filthiest most perverted pet on this planet” you say as you sit down in the chair next to me. I quickly slip my tongue in, feeling my head turn red. All of a sudden something leathery starts stroking my ass… You brought the riding crop with you… You’re in a real sadistic mood today… 

“Such a disgusting little pet… Tell me fuckpet, is there a limit to that depravity of yours?” I feel so ashamed, I can’t respond. Your words are making me so turned on, more wetness starts to drip from me. You swat me with the riding crop, pain exploding across my poor bum, making me moan and pant. I’ve never felt so dirty, I’m a total mess, I’ll be ruined for life by the end of this… I nod no

Before my mind can wander off to the things you might have planned you interrupt me and say “Keep your face still now” and with that you rest one foot on my propped up ass and the other one gently lands on my face. Total humiliation comes crashing down. I can’t believe I’m naked, kneeling, ass up and stuffed, face covered in my own cum, literally underneath your feet. I’ve never felt so humiliated and used in my life. Small droplets of wetness start running down both of my legs now, my vagina rhythmically starting to clench on her own. If you keep this up I’m going to come without any stimulation at all

“Such a turned on little slut” you say. “I wonder what your colleagues will think of you when they see you like this” Oh God no, please, stop talking. Reflexively I squirm at your humiliating words, but you press your foot firmer on my face, pinning me to the floor as you swat my ass. 

“What do you think your boss will say?” I moan in response as the pain from the riding crop is starting to mix in with everything else, creating a deliciously deviant cocktail I can’t get enough of.

“Can you imagine the look on their face when they see you trying to taste yourself?” Oh God stop, please, stop. I feel another drop trickle down my legs as I’m starting to fight a building orgasm. Another swat follows

“I wonder if they’ll recognize you like this” your voice mocking. “Oh, wait, I forgot, of course they will, you have your name written on you now” you chuckle as you swat me again. It's starting to become too much, I’m starting to lose focus…

“The alpha female, the queen of the castle” your voice oozing dominance as the riding crop slowly traces the soft skin on my ass

“A Goddess on her knees… Reduced to three fuckholes to be used by her Master as he sees fit” your breathing heavy now. I’m so turned on right now my hips start rocking into thin air. At the right angle, I can feel my folds sliding over one another, starting to slowly push me towards my much needed orgasm… Suddenly, you smack my ass with the riding crop “stay still” your voice dark “don’t you dare come”

Moaning loudly I force my hips to stop grinding. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. A couple of minutes pass in silence. I try to focus on my breath as I try to let my body cool down. Luckily you’ve stopped stroking me, so I actually halfway am succeeding… I feel the headiness recede a little

“I’ve got a little surprise for you” you chuckle. It’s the most evil chuckle I’ve heard, ever. 

“Want to see it?” I swallow… this can’t be good…. I can’t open my eyes anyway, I’m covered in my own cum…

A loud smack lands on my ass “Hey Siri, add five minutes to the timer” you say

“Five minutes added” Siri replies

“Hear that little pet?” You say “That’s what obedience is” you stroke my ass with the riding crop. Fuck me. You’re actually succeeding in making me jealous of a fucking artificial intelligence algorithm. 

“Hey Siri” you say “you’re such a good girl” praise dripping in your voice. “Thank you” Siri replies. 

OK. That’s it. I hate Siri. Fuck that bitch. “Hey Siri, fuck you” I yell but only weird noise combined with a large amount of drool is coming out of my mouth. Evil laughter fills the room as you start stroking my dripping cunt with the riding crop.

“Let’s try again, do you want to see your surprise?” I nod as much as my position allows me to, causing a small moan to escape your lips. Anything to stop that stroking, I won’t be able to hold back if you continue… “Much better, maybe there’s some hope for you after all” your praise fills my heart with warmth.

I feel the weight of your feet lift from my face and ass. With a small thud, they land in front of me on the carpet. You place the riding crop over my ass, forcing me to keep still so it doesn’t fall down. “Keep them closed until I say so” you say as you start wiping the juices from my eyes. The feeling so delicate and tender, it’s driving me insane. You’re so nice and sweet, I love you. 

“Open your eyes little squirt” as I open my eyes the first thing I see is my phone. The screen is black. “Surprise!” say and turn on the screen. Oh my god, dread fills my abdomen. You changed the background picture of my phone to that of the squirtle Pokemon. Your evil sadistic laughter fills the room as I try to plead my case, but only garbled noise comes out

🎵 Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream 🎵

All of a sudden your finger reaches in my mouth and pulls the ring gag out “Please don’t” I stammer “Please don’t make me walk around with that on my phone”

“It’s already done little pet, there’s nothing you can do about it” you say as you start rubbing the juices from my dripping cunt. I close my eyes and moan loudly, fighting the orgasm that quickly building in my core

“That’s staying for the next week” you say “So that every time you look at your phone you’ll be reminded what a depraved horny slut you are”

“Master, please…” I try to plead my case but your voice cuts me off

“Tell me your name, fucktoy, what will your Master call you this week?”

Oh God, you’re making me say it. I feel the walls of my vagina clench as an orgasm is starting to build up again. The humiliation, it’s too much, it’s going to push me over the edge…

"Say it!" you say in a loud voice, smacking my ass, starting to sound high on your power trip. It's sexy as hell

“Squirtle” I whimper. You making me say it makes it so much worse, so horrible. I love it. 

“Such a good girl” you coo as you keep rubbing my slit. “You poor, poor little thing” you say in a mocking tone as you slip your fingers inside me “look at you, bound, naked at your Masters' feet.” I feel the walls of my vagina grip your fingers, trying to pull them in deeper. “So greedy” you say. I’m doing everything I can but I’m starting to lose this battle as the orgasm starts building. 

Feeling I’m on the verge of climaxing, you suddenly pull your fingers out, making me moan loudly. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. 

🎵 Master! Master! 🎵 

You take the riding crop and slowly start hitting my poor little clit with it. Pain quickly transforms into the impeding orgasm starts licking my body. 

Oh God will this ever stop? “Master please, I can’t anymore” I moan, the first feelings of climax starting to hit me. 

“I know” you voice tender. You put away the crop and start pulling down your pants. I hear you kneel behind me. 

“Oh God” I whimper as I feel the tip of your dick rub my entrance “Oh God please”

“Such a desperate cocksleeve you are” your voice raspy, hoarse. I brace myself, expecting you to slam into me, but you just keep the head of your cock firmly pressed to my entrance

Why aren’t you moving? I try to move, making you swat my ass hard. This is way harder than you’ve ever hit me… Pain explodes, almost tipping me over to orgasm. Your strong hand grabs me by my neck and pushes me down to the floor. “Who’s in charge here?” You say with an angry voice as you pin me down. I feel myself swallowing as my brain plummets into full on sub space. Time slows down, our souls merging into one. All resistance fades, all I’m left with is right here, right now, this moment. I won't move. This is your moment. You decide if you fuck me or not. Your nails scratch the skin of my ass, causing the muscles in my back to rhythmically spasm. 

Finally, after what feels like ages, you slowly start thrusting into me. “That’s better” you voice raspy, breathy. You’re riding your own high now, reveling in the total control you have. 

“Oh God” the words escape my lips before I can even process them. 

“That’s it fuckpet” your voice breathy “pray to your God, to me, let me hear it, beg for my forgiveness”

“Oh God please I’m sorry” I moan as you trust your whole length inside me. “Please forgive me”

🔊“LAST STOP, WE KINDLY ASK YOU TO LEAVE THE TRAIN AND WISH YOU A NICE DAY!”🔊 The mechanical voice rips me from yesterdays' memory as the train halts. “THANK YOU FOR TRAVELING WITH US” the loudspeaker continues. 

I close my eyes and curse under my breath, turning off the Metallica song that’s been playing. Quickly I make my way to the gym. 

I grab my phone as I finish up changing into my gym outfit. Turning the screen on, I get greeted by the image of Squirtle smiling at me. I grin and send you a text “I cursed again, three times in one sentence”

It doesn’t take but one minute before your reply comes “That’s fifteen more squirtle, keep it up, you’re on a streak 😈”

“I sure as fuck am” I type, but my finger doesn’t press the send button…

Fuck me… I shouldn’t… I *really* *really* should *NOT* send that… 

Adrenaline starts flooding my system as I realize what I’m about to do, my heart starts pounding in my chest. I press the send button, causing the flight reaction to explode all over my body. I throw my phone in my bag, roughly shove my bag in the locker, slam the locker door, lock it and sprint out of the dressing room like some hysterical woman being chased by a pack of wolves, fully crashing into my gym buddy, making her yelp in surprise. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She yells. I’m standing panting, catching my breath, adrenaline rushing through every small vein in my body as I start laughing out loud. What’s wrong with me? I clearly lost my mind. “What isn’t?” I manage to pant in between laughing. No way I’m opening that locker every again in my life. “You seriously need to get over your fear of spiders” she says, casting me a frown. Spiders, yeah… 😏