Saturday's Discipline

deidre’s discipline from Saturday night was a little different than normal, in some ways more extreme, but in others not. He did not leave a single mark on her, but, yes, it hurt terribly and deidre made quite the little mess.

she begged Him in the early evening for permission to be allowed to receive discipline from Him. He granted her permission. As the sky grew darker He asked deidre to make a drink for Him, and suggested that she might to have one as well. deidre made 2 vodka oranges for Us/us and knelt down at His side. He was reading in His big leather chair. It’s one of Our/our favorite ways to pass time. Each of Us/us with whatever book We/we happen to be reading at the time. Tonight deidre didn’t have a book. she simply rested her head on the arm of His chair, feeling His hand stroke her hair.

Occasionally she was called upon to take a phone sex call, to please others even as she’s pleasing Master. When finished she would return to her place on her kneeling pillow at her Owner’s side. After a while He decided that He would like deidre to have another drink. He was still sipping His own. deidre reminded Him that she normally doesn’t drink anything before a session. He hates to be interrupted while disciplining her so that she can go potty, but He wanted her to have another drink regardless. This made her think that perhaps it wouldn’t be a long session. One should never assume with Master though. Usually the slave ends up being wrong.

After midnight, once deidre was done working, she put away all of the sex paraphernalia that was spread over the bed. Usually she gets out quite a few toys, vibes, butt plugs, paddles, canes, crops, etc and they needed to all be put away neatly in the bondage closet. she could hear Master in the workshop futzing with things. She thought He was just passing the time until the bedroom was ready. deidre finished by stripping the sheets on the bed and remaking it, and lying out the rope in case He wished to tie her down to the bed. The chains are always hanging from the ceiling and ready for use.

When finished she went to Him, knelt down, and begged for permission to be allowed to be disciplined. He instructed her to lie face down on the bed with one of the blindfolds on. she listened as He opened the bondage closet and pulled out a few items, setting them on the bed. He sat down next to her and began to stroke her body. His hands caressed down her spine, over her ass. His fingers grazed her damp cunt gently. It’s the first time He’s felt the rings in her pussy in a sexual way. she winced slightly.

deidre was instructed to get off of the bed and led into the workshop. Now she knew that He would not be using the ropes on the bed, or the chains hanging from the ceiling. Though she couldn’t see anything, she knew that tonight’s discipline would be given while the winch suspended her.

He led her to the place beneath it. For some reason there was Visqueen spread out on the floor. she felt the cool plastic under her bare feet. He put the suspension cuffs, the only ones with soft fur on the inside, onto her wrists and stretched them above her head. her wrists were locked onto the long spreader bar hanging from the winch. deidre heard the winch being operated and she was slowly stretched, then lifted off of the floor until she was completely off of the ground.

He didn’t speak for a few moments. deidre knew that He was looking at His slave’s naked body, stretched and hanging, vulnerable before Him. she felt His warm hand against her right breast, fondling and squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. Master leaned His mouth close to her ear and began to explain how He would use her tonight.

Tonight He would torture her, not with the whip or clamps or the cane but by tickling her. He had her drink because His plan was to tickle her until she lost control. That’s what the Visqueen was for. He wanted to humiliate her in a new way, to force her to lose control of her bladder.

He began with light caresses over her entire body, touching, inserting, waking up every nerve ending. Then the tickling began. Over the past year or so deidre has taken several calls from those with Tickle fetishes. Master has learned a lot of ways to torture her this way simply from what she relayed to Him about the calls. He used the feather duster, single feathers, His fingertips, blush and eye shadow brushes, even the electric tooth brush driving her crazy. she tried to fight it at first. Being tickled for long periods of time isn’t nearly as fun as it may seem. Eventually, though, she had to just give in.

she screamed and begged and pleaded for Him to stop. He continued. Even when she was covered with sweat and the blindfold was soaked through He continued. Occasionally He’d leave her hanging, but never for long. He’d return to His torment of His slave before she had a chance to get back down to a normal level. He tickled her feet, her thighs, her ass, her ass hole, her cunt, and her underarms. Eventually there was no inch of skin that couldn’t be tickled. Even the surface of her tongue betrayed her.

deidre didn’t know how long it had been when she began to feel her bladder needing release. she tried to ignore it’s pleas just as Master was ignoring her own. she thought that if she could hold out long enough He might finish before she was at the point where she could no long control it. He was merciless.

deidre began to beg to please be allowed to go. she crossed her legs below her to try to keep it in. He simply grabbed some of the cheaper cuffs, locked them on her ankles and attached a spreader bar. deidre continued to beg. she didn’t quite believe that He would actually want her to piss right there on the floor, Visqueen or no.

Then it happened. It was just a trickle at first, but once the dam had been opened there was no holding back. It rushed forth from her body and down onto the floor. She could hear the stream hit the plastic and began to cry. she was mortified. Yes, it was what Master wanted, but still, deidre hadn’t pissed herself since she was a child. Hot urine burned her piercings, poured down her legs, she could feel it washing over her toes.

When she was finished, crying and covered in sweat and piss He let her down into the puddle. He removed the blindfold and ankle bar. she saw that He had placed something under the outside edges of the plastic to form a little reservoir. There was a pool of her urine in the middle. He instructed her to get down onto her knees and clean up her mess with her mouth. This was the easy part. While her piss is bitter and hot, she is used to the taste. she licked and slurped up all of it.

He led her out the back door, onto the grass and hosed her off. Now she was shivering, humiliated and exhausted. When He was satisfied with her cleanliness He led her into His bathroom, turned on the hot water and let her wash herself while He watched. she got out, dried off and thanked Him over and over for using her in a new way.

He led her back to the bedroom where the session had started, sat down and told her to worship His cock until He came. That night in bed, He held her in His arms and told her what a good girl she was. He told her to go to sleep knowing that He was pleased and that He loves His perfect pet. The next morning He left for Atlanta.