Saturday morning, I was angry.

Not at my sub. Doomy was perfect. Her knees were skinned up, her tits covered in bite marks. Bruises were starting to darken on her ass. Everything I threw at her, she took with a smile.We had plans for a big, over-the-top scene that night.

Non-kink life was fucking up my plans.

We had to leave Las Vegas by 1 p.m.

I was angry.

I didn’t have to be angry.

I had someone to vent my frustrations out, right there in the room with me.

She was already starting to get dressed. I put a stop to that immediately, ripping off her shorts and panties.

Bending her over the bed, I gave a closer look to her butt bruises. So far, I had only spanked her slightly more than average. I didn’t want her looking like a complete horror show in case any of our potential future voyeurs would have freaked out.

The voyeurs weren’t going to be here.

I could spank her as hard as she wanted me to. I could cut loose.

As a way to control my anger, I focused on my tools, switching between thuddy and stingy. If her skin wasn’t looking red enough, I hit her with some thuds - a hair brush, a paddle, a flogger. If she wasn’t squirming enough, I used a stingy toy - a coat hanger, a wooden spoon.For fun, I whipped the bottoms of her feet, her tits, and her pussy. She was smiling.

I can’t remember when I got naked, when I fucked her. I was in a haze of control and power. I knew my cum was leaking out of her cunt as I rolled her onto her back again.

I started to target my blows, mainly on the parts of her ass and legs that she sat on. I started thinking about the 5-hour drive home ahead of us, and how much fun it would be for her to feel each and every broken inch of skin burn just because she had to sit down.

I was mostly just using my body strength to pin her down and stop her from sneaking away. But after a while, I could feel the ache seeping in. I needed a rest.

Rope is my secret weapon. I pushed her off the bed and grabbed her by the hair. Locking my arm at my side, it forced her to be on her hands and knees. So walking across the room to a wooden chair, she had no choice but to crawl.

I left her on her hands and knees and lubed up her butt plug. She complained as I started to push it inside of her, earning her a slap in the face.

“You like it when I do that to you, don’t you slut?” I asked.

“Yes sir.”

“Sit.”

She nodded and crawled up into the chair. Last night, she was tied to that chair and sucking multiple cocks. Her pussy left a smear on the leather seat.This morning, she was trying to be sneaky. Her shoulder blades leaned on the back of the chair, but the rest of her body was only on the front inch of the seat. She was trying to not sit on her red ass.

I ignored this as I tied her hands behind her back and her ankles to the chair legs. But after she was stuck, I looped a few feet of rope over her waist, then tugged her back. Her red skin skidded over the leather.

“Hnnngh,” she groaned. “I was trying to be sneaky.”

I did all I could to keep a straight face at this. The way she said it was so earnest and simple. She’d been in sub space for nearly 48 hours now. Coherent thought was a distant memory.

“And you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

She nodded in a pout.

“Sit up straight,” I said.

To emphasize my demand, I put a dog collar on her. Then I added some jute rope down her back and through her thighs. If she leaned forward, the jute would pull at the collar and rub against her pussy.I have a hunch she started leaning forward on purpose.

“Such a dumb slut,” I said. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

It was her favorite thing for me to say to her.

“Look at how wet you’re getting over this,” I said, pushing her thighs open. She was a mess.

I grabbed the duct tape and her vibrator, first attaching the vibrator to her clit, then using way more duct tape to seal off her pussy.

For finishing touches, I added some nipple clamps and a gag that forced her mouth open. She was hopelessly stuck and forced to feel a mix of sensations. It was beautiful.

With her trapped, I took a moment to rest on the couch, check my emails, and gather up my dirty laundry. I did my best to not worry about the non-kink events waiting for me. They’d be problems I could deal with when I got home. Instead, I mostly needed to focus on doing mundane tasks in front of my sub, relegating her to a piece of furniture.

When I was rested enough, I put on some latex gloves. There’s something strangely powerful about doing this. I wear gloves a lot when I’m playing with toxic material for my art. The interruption of touch, though, just makes things less personal and more demeaning. She didn’t get the subtle warmth of my skin as I checked her clamps and knots. Instead, she got the sterile examination of a sadist.

I pushed my finger in her mouth. She’d been unable to close her lips for a while. Drool spilled out.

“Such a good little hole,” I said.

I pushed my cock down her throat, straddling her. Drool started to run down my balls and over her neck. I used her hair as a handhold, ruthlessly filling her.I almost forgot about the jute rope running along her clit, covered in duct tape. The tape was only half on now, soaked by her pussy. But I knew it would still hurt to rip that tape off.

She needed some relief. Not a lot, but some.

I took the gag off.

“Would you like some water?” I asked.

She nodded, working her jaw for a moment.

I grabbed my Nalgene bottle, with the wide open mouth. I held it to her lips, then purposely tilted it too far up. She gagged and coughed, but did get some water down her throat.

I untied her from the chair, but left her hand behind her back and her pussy still strung up. Then I pushed her out of the chair and onto the floor.

Sitting back on the couch, I looked down at her.“Crawl to me.”

She was pathetic, inching closer and closer with no use of her arms. But she didn’t give up. When her head got to my feet, she started opening her mouth like a fish gasping for air.

“Cock,” she said. “I want cock.”

I pulled her up to her knees, letting her scoot over to my crotch. Even if I didn’t fuck her face, she was a good cocksucker. But looking at the clock, I knew I needed to finish up, shower and get on the road. So I eventually pulled my cock out of her mouth. She kept lunging for it, trying to put me back in her mouth.

“I want more,” she whined.

I made her stand up, then again grabbed her by her hair. She was learning that this was what I did when I wanted her in a different part of the room. This time, it was the bed. And this time, I only held my arm low enough that she was able to stay on her feet with a low bow.

I put her on her back and ripped the duct tape off of her cunt. She hissed for a second, but I was already pushing my cock inside of her. She was a good little cumdump.

After my shower and packing up, she decided it was her turn to tie me up.

I was amused by this. So we grabbed some rope and I showed her a basic tie that I use to make a shackle. She got my wrists together in front of me.

“There, now you can’t escape,” she said.

“Is that what you think?”

“Yes, you’re my slut now.”

I knew what she was doing, poking at me. I knew we had to go. But I wasn’t letting a brat get away with this.

She saw it happening in slow motion, me getting off the couch and moving towards her. She ran for the door, which was amusing - she was still naked and needed to get in the shower. She didn’t have time to grab the doorknob. I threw my arms over her, using my tied wrists to bear hug her. It took a little effort to drag her back to the bed.

I used my body to push us both face-down into the mattress, my weight pinning her down. Pulling my arms up, I was able to use my teeth to undo the knot. Once my hands were free, I pushed her legs open.

Going for maximum pain, I pushed inside of her asshole with only a little bit of spit to lube her. I have to imagine she was happy I had her wearing her plug at that moment. I wasn’t planning on cumming, though. My physical limits were already drained from the weekend. When I felt like I made my point, I let her go.

She slapped me.

“You’re my slut,” she said again.

Nope.

My hand was on her throat. She was on her back. My cock was inside her pussy. She kicked at me. I slapped her. I spat on her face.

“You dumb slut,” I growled.

I was unable to do anything but fuck her small body into the mattress until I came. No other thoughts, no control, no deviousness. Just pure, primal desire to cum inside of her.

This was very much what she wanted.

We cleaned up and just barely got on the road on time. I picked out a few places to pull over, pushing her skirt up and spanking her ass to make sure it stayed nice and red. For an hour through the desert, I decided she needed to be naked in the sun. There were a few times where truckers definitely saw her tits. One of her roadside spankings, we had to scramble back into car when another car started driving towards us. And eventually, we made it back to real life.

Over the next week, we swapped aftercare messages and monitored her bruises. They healed up amazingly, and she sent pictures of them to her childhood friends to brag. And then we started to plan our next adventure.