BDSM Sex Story – Sharon J, pt. 2

Sharon J. Part 2, by Sharon

Sharon was in her Master’s bedroom.  She was wearing a pink and white teddy and panties and white socks with frills like little girls wear. Her only restraint was that her hands were handcuffed in front of her. Her Master wore silk purple pajamas.  She had figured for some time now that he wasn’t a bad looking man, and could probably find a woman, but preferred S&M and having a complete slave.  Inside the bedroom were a large bed, a chest of drawers, a closet, a chair and a desk.

Her Master sat her in the chair and told her to watch.  He calmly made a two-story house of cards with playing cards on the desk.

“Sharon, my little slavegirl, will you submit to my will?”

“Yes, Master, forever and ever,” she answered.

“Will you obey me?”

“Yes, Master.”

He commanded her to make a house of cards as he had just done.  She tried but her hands were shaking too badly and perspiration made her fingers too slippery.

“You have failed me,” he hissed, “You have failed to obey me.”  She swallowed hard and felt her knees start to shiver.  He pulled her by the hair and made her kneel in a corner of the room, facing the wall.  He stuck the end of his whip in front of her face.

“Kiss the whip,” he commanded.

She did so, feeling tears stream down her face.

“Do you think you deserve punishment?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, I’m very sorry, Master.  I tried . . .”

“Silence!” he interrupted her, “You will be whipped twelve times.  In between strokes you will say ‘I worship you, Master.’  If you fail to say this then the count of the strokes goes back to one again.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said in between sobs.

He lifted her teddy and pulled down her panties.  The first eight strokes were to her back, the next two to the back of her thighs, the last two to her buttocks.  He told her she was going to be left alone to think about what she had done for a while and how she had failed to obey him.  For fifteen minutes she knelt with her head leaning against the wall, sobbing softly.  Then he came over and gently held her, putting her head under his chin, stroking her shoulder softly and kissing her tenderly.  She cried a little more loudly and tried to speak but couldn’t.

“I love you, my pretty little slavegirl.  Don’t ever forget how much I love you.” He pulled off her panties and started rubbing her vaginal area.  When he felt her body had responded sufficiently, he stuck his hand inside her and made a fist.  She cried out as her body stiffened. She shut her eyes and bit her lower lip.

The next day he made her walk the treadmill.      He always forced her to do this in lingerie and high-heeled shoes.  She was handcuffed in back and could not touch the handrail of the treadmill.  As she walked he slowly increased the speed and inclination of the treadmill.  If she fell off before fifteen minutes were up she was whipped or otherwise punished.  She almost always fell off.  He fed her so that her weight never got over 120.  If somehow it did get over that, he promptly gave her an emetic and an enema, despite her pleadings.  She figured it was not that he found her that much more attractive at a lower weight; it was his way of helping to keep her physically weak.  In red corset, panties, stockings and high heels, “Leeta” could tell by the timer on the treadmill she had lasted over 13 minutes.  The Master increased the speed and inclination one last time.  She stumbled and fell to the floor.  She was despondent.  She really thought she would last the fifteen minutes this time.  She sobbed, her lo

The Master stroked her cheeks softly and looked into her eyes, “Do you know what time it is?”

She swallowed and whispered, “It’s time for punishment.”

He knelt her against the wall and took off her panties.  He spanked her twenty times hard with his right hand.  Her breathing finally calmed, thinking her punishment was over.  Then he entered her.  She gasped. This was the first time he had done this.  He had fisted her, forced her to perform oral sex, beaten and even tortured her a bit, but never had anal sex before.  The pain was intense.  He put his arms around her waist and squeezed.  She thought for sure she would pass out.  Then she hoped that she would, but she didn’t.  Finally he came inside her.  Her body was drenched with sweat and shivered all over.  The corset, normally tight, felt like a second skin over her sweating breasts.  Her high-heeled red sandal shoes also felt tighter than ever.

Slowly and gently he took her clothing off her, relieving her of the pain of its tightness.  He carried her to the tub and bathed her, whispering in her ear periodically how pretty she was and how much he loved her.  He took a long time shampooing her beautiful long dark auburn hair.  He rubbed soap on her breasts many times.

As the tub water drained she heard herself saying, “Thank you, Master.” He dried her off and forced her to kiss his feet for several minutes.

“Leeta” thought back to when she was Sharon, a successful owner of her own company.  The Master’s men had kidnapped her.  She was his sex slave, now and forever.  She knew better than to try to escape, and never considered suicide.  She figured her best bet was to try her hardest to please him, knowing this would make the pain much less.  She found herself really wanting to please him deep inside.