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She holds me against the wall, gripping my hair close to my scalp so that any movement of my head makes my eyes water. My nose scrapes against the rough concrete and I concentrate on breathing."Now, tell me again what happened." She orders.
I take a trembling breath and try to focus my thoughts away from the blood dripping down my ass from the strikes of her cane. My nipples have gone numb from the weighted clamps, but the very act of breathing swings the weights, sending fresh shocks of pain to my swollen breasts.
"I was walking to the store.." I began.
"Wearing what?" She interrupted impatiently, grabbing hold of the soft unmarked flesh of my inner thigh and twisting it.
"Jean shorts and a bra top!" I screamed, feeling the throb of blood rushing back to my thigh.
"Slut. You were just asking for attention dressing like that. I bet your ass was hanging out of your shorts like the trashy girl you are. So, you're out walking in the sun, all exposed and then what happened."
"These two women in a jeep with a rainbow flag license plate frame honked their horn at me and waved. I thought I knew them, so I waved back."
"Picking up strangers now! Isn't that classy. And here I thought you had loyalty, you cheating excuse of a submissive." she said while pushing at my bleeding welts with the tip of her cane. "Hold still, it's the least that you could do since you seem to have done your best to piss me off today. Continue with your rationalization."
Not even bothering to hold back the tears that were streaming down my face, partly due to the fear that she was going to cane me even more, partly due to my fear about what she would do to me next due to her jealous anger, I continued. "I walked into the parking lot and the two women in the jeep pulled up next to me and started talking to me. One of them was online and was interested in learning how to do webpages, so I asked them if they wanted to get coffee and talk about it."
"I see! So not only do you not fulfill your task of picking up a few small items that I specifically asked you to get from the store, but then you flirt with other women over coffee. How is this supposed to make me happy with you?"
She'd given up testing my wounds with the cane and was busy attaching clamps all the way down my inner thighs. My legs quivered as I fought to continue to stand upright by leaning my forehead into the wall. I bit my lip to stop from moaning and the sweet taste of my own blood filled my mouth.
"I thought...I mean I meant to...I was actually trying to encourage them to use your web hosting services." I stammered.
"Likely story. What should we name your advertising company? Flirting Wet Slut Advertising?" She asked, tapping at the row of clamps with the end of her cane. "Your so sick and perverted and dammit, messy! You're getting my clamps all slick with the cunt juice dripping down your thighs. This isn't supposed to be enjoyable. You get that figured out right now!"
I sobbed from the betrayal of my body. My mind hated what was happening, but there was no way to deny or control my body's response to the sensations she was creating. My labia started swelling the moment she threw me on the bed, ripped my shorts off and caned my ass until I couldn't keep still because of all the aftershocks. The weights on my breasts brushed against my belly with my shuddering sobs as I attempted to control my breathing.
"Oh stop your blubbering and continue. You brought this all on yourself you know."
"Well, we were drinking coffee and talking when one of them accidentally hit her coffee cup and knocked it over. Coffee went spilling all over her lap and the floor. I jumped up, grabbed some napkins and was kneeling next to her, helping to dry off her shorts when you walked in."
"Interesting excuse for someone found kneeling at the foot of another woman, fondling her legs. I think you need reminding of who owns you."
Wondering if I had gone completely crazy, I asked "You don't think that the spanking you gave me in the coffee shop in front of all those people, or the caning you gave me when we got home, are reminder enough?"
"Apparently not, Ms. Smart Mouth!" and she grabbed two fistfuls of clamps from both thighs and yanked them off. Thankfully she was there to catch me as my legs finally gave out and I went crashing, screaming to the floor. "Whose cunt is this?" She asked, slamming her hand down on my crotch. I yelped and tried to cover myself with my hands. "Get those hands away! Whose cunt is this?!" She yelled, smacking the tender lips repeatedly.
"Yours! It's your cunt!" I said through gritted teeth.
"Wrong answer!, try again." as she roughly peeled back my labia, exposing me like a gutted fish. She pinched my clit between her thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling on it before attaching a clamp at the base.
My mind went blank and I struggled to find sense amongst the pain. No subspace here, only desperation and struggle to find what was pleasing. "It's my cunt, but yours to do with what you want?"
"Are you asking me a question, or answering my question?" She pulled on the clamp, then added several more down the sides of my labia. White light filled my eyes and I tried to control my instinctual response to close my legs against her intrusion.
"It's my cunt, but it is yours to do with what you want." I said as definitively as is possible to do when laying on a uncarpeted floor with a rock hard bleeding ass, throbbing cunts and exploding nipples.
"Finally a good answer. Ready for your reward?" Without waiting for me to answer, she yanked both clamps off my nipples at the same time. Red covered my eye site and I grabbed my breasts with my hands, fresh tears smearing what was left of my eye liner.
"For the last time, get those fucking hands down now! You never listen to me and constantly disobey. Obviously your lesson isn't done here. Keep those legs spread, knees up and those hands palm down on the floor. I don't want to see any movement unless I tell you to move. That includes your bratty mouth."
I nodded, in a way somewhat grateful since I doubted I could think or speak coherently anymore.
Her fingers twisted my throbbing nipples and she laughed at my attempts to not make any noise. "Oh give up on that, I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you beg me to stop. I want to hear your cries. It turns me on."
Her fingers danced across my body, pinching and twisting soft flesh. Her mouth feasting on my neck, before biting my nipples with her canines. "You want your nipples pierced, maybe I'll just do it now with my teeth. It shouldn't get too infected, although human saliva is rampant with bacteria."
I frantically shook my head back and forth, whimpering beneath closed lips. My eyes wide in panic.
"Saying No to me? I think you need a reminder of who is in charge." and she thrust what felt like her entire unlubed fist into my swollen cunt. I screamed at the unexpected invasion, but moved my hips to meet her thrusts. "Whore" was her response.
Every time she slammed her fist into me, the clamps pulled against my labia. The tiny teeth digging into my skin and slowly ripping into my flesh. The pulling of the clamp on my clit was beyond torment and all I could feel was a fire burning in my cunt. My ass sliding across the bare floor rubbed open welts and the wetness of lymph fluid added to the slickness on my legs.
"These are getting in my way." she muttered and I tensed, knowing what was to come next. She chuckled. "That's right, tense those muscles, that will make it hurt worse." and leaving one hand inside of me, she plucked the clamps one by agonizing one off of my labia. "Hmm..blood dripping down to mingle with your cunt juice. You are a messy, wet, disgusting sight. You want the one off of your clit?"
I nodded frantically, knowing that the pain of its removal would be horrific, but leaving it on longer would make it worse.
"Take it off yourself." She ordered, pushing her entire fist inside of me, stretching me over the wide part of her wrist until my cunt closed around her hand. "Go on. You're the one who wanted it off so bad. Take the clamp off".
Hesitantly, I sat up and reached down and touched the clamp. The dilemma of causing pain to myself, with wanting the clamp off immediately, confused my zoned out head. As I touched the clamp, she turned her fist inside of me, seemingly twisting my insides. I fell back to the floor moaning.
"I gave you an order! Take the clamp off now!" She hissed, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me upright.
I thought that my hair was going to come out in her hand and I quickly snatched the clamp off my clit and fell back to the floor as she released me. My whole body shook from the pain and my clit felt like it exploded into white fire. She pressed her palm down over my clit and rubbed hard, increasing the spasms in my body.
"If only you could see yourself. You're all bruised up from neck to thighs, dripping in tears, blood and goddess knows what else. Think those vanilla coffee dykes would want you now, if they could see what a twisted slut you are? I don't think so. Your mine, your my fuck toy to fulfill my pleasures." Her fist slowly pulled part way out from my cunt and slid back in. "You want this? My baby want to go for a ride?"
I nodded, hating and loving that I wanted it, hating and loving that she knew me so well.
She continued to slowly, achingly slowly fuck my cunt. I raised my hips, trying to capture her fist on the out stroke and pull it back into me faster.
"You wait for me, little bitch in heat. You always want it rough, well now your going to feel every inch sliding in and out of you. You need to remember this for a long time. You need to remember that this cunt is mine to play with and only mine."
I tossed my head and whimpered in frustration.
"Cute, very cute. Touch your breasts. I want to watch you play with your nipples."
Without a second thought, my hands flew to my sore tits and pulled on my engorged nipples.
"That's right, stretch them out. Make yourself scream while I fuck you raw." With that, she grabbed hold of my hip bone and punched her hand into my cunt. Fucking me viciously all the while keeping up a steady stream of obscenities. "My little bitch whore wants to get fucked. Flirts with anyone she sees to get that needy pussy some attention. You are my slut and my cunt and I'm the one to decide when and where it gets fucked."
My ragged breathing drowned out her words as I felt the wave of an orgasm so big that it frightened me. I felt myself leaving my body from the pain, pleasure and terror of it all.
Her hand slapping my face brought me back into present day. "Don't you dare go anywhere when I'm fucking you! You stay here with me and we're going to ride this one out together. Keep your eyes open and look at me when you cum. Give it to me bitch."
Her fingers slid across my clit and that was all it took. The hot waves of orgasm circled out from my womb and spread through my aching pelvis. My cunt contracting on her hand with such force that in the area of my brain that still had functional brain cells, I worried if I caused her damage. My eyes closed of their own accord and a long moan was pulled from my throat.
Finally the contractions slowed and I lay spent on the floor. She eased her hand slowly out of me, creating waves of after shocks from my womb. I heard her get up off the floor and leave the room. Silent tears leaked from my eyes as the depth of abandonment sunk in.
Her sweet breath against my lips was the first indication of her return. "Sweet thing, did you really think I'd leave you now? After what you have given me and the pleasure we have shared, I'd never leave you. " She pressed a warm wash cloth against my sore cunt and slowly began to clean me of the meld of fluids. "My little girl needs to be tended to and put to bed for the night, Mommy's not going anywhere."
I curled my arms around her neck and held her tight. "Did you like my story? I asked.
She laughed. "What do you think?" and picked me up and carried me off to bed.