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Usually when Master has me in stockings and heels, and nothing else, it's freeing and sexy. He calls it my uniform, and I love wearing my uniform for him. It pleases him, which means that I get pleasure from it too. Making sure he is pleased excites me so much! But today, it feels different. Today I feel alone and exposed, not sexy, not slutty. Just embarrassed, and used. I want to cover up. I've been such a disobedient slut and I let Master down. Knowing that I upset him makes me hurt. I deserve this punishment. I deserve to feel so humiliated.
I have to put the nipple clamps on now. Master didn't tell me how long I have to wear them, and even a few minutes is torturous. He says I also have to fuck myself at the same time. As much as I hate my punishment, I still wish he were with me.
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I have the clamps on now. The vibe is in my wet hole, and it is sore and aching. My eyes are tearing, I'm biting my lip, trying to distract myself from the pain of the clamps. This toy is banging in my cunt so hard by Master's orders. He wanted my pussy to be sore by the end of the day. This is the fourth time today I am fucking myself, and I feel like a dirty slut and a filthy whore. I don't know how Master puts up with me. I'm so sore, aching, humiliated, and still my pussy is dripping and I'm squirming in my chair. I want more, which makes me such a whore! If Master were here, I'd be begging him . . . begging and pleading to take the clamps off. I wouldn't dare to ask to cum. It's already been ten minutes since I put the clamps on, and it feels like it's been ten days!
Master has told me I need to leave the clamps on for twice as long as I anticipated . . . He wants me to wear them for another 10 minutes and I don't think I can do it. However, I don't dare take them off and incur more of his wrath. He's been so patient and understanding while training me to be his slut, and that's why I deserve more pain and punishment.
Oh, god, he wants the vibe to touch the chain. OHhhhhhhhh. I feel the vibrations go up the chain and feels like the clamps are searing my nipples. The pain is intense, but so is the pleasure. I am feeling some pleasure in having these clamps on my nipples, but I shouldn't tell Master. He'd have these clamps on me all the time if he knew that. Shaking now, it hurts, but I feel such electricity running through my body. I'm curled up in bed, in a ball, waiting for this part of my punishment to end. I'd beg him for me to take these off, but I know that he'll say no. I'm eagerly waiting to get my next message from him. What will he say?
Waiting to hear, and I'm on pins and needles. I'm begging him in my head, wishing that he could hear my thoughts. Ooooooooh! He said I can take them off! I thank Master so much for letting those clamps come off my nipples. I've learned to not disappoint you, Master. I won't let you down again.
The End.
Waiting in the Darkness
It was dark when I got home from work. The winter sun, tiring of the cold, had sunk promptly at five o'clock, and my drive home was in darkness. About the only good news was that the solstice was about a week away, and then the days would slowly but surely begin to le
ngthen.
I pulled into my driveway, decided not to brave the cold to check the mailbox, and drove up to the house, pressing the button on the garage door remote as I did so. I pulled into the garage, hit the button again to close the door, and sat in the car for a moment, letting the stress of the day ease away as I listened to the end of "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith. The garage light, on a timer, clicked off, leaving me in near darkness; the light of the car stereo and dash board giving a faint glow.
The song went off, and I got out to go inside. Pausing, key in door lock, I felt an odd feeling come over me, as though something wasn't quite right. Shaking it off, I opened the door and went in. I dropped my keys, pocket knife, wallet, and spare change in the basket on the side table, hung my coat and hat on the hook above it, and turned toward the kitchen. It was dark in the house, with only a few faint rays from a distant street light getting through the thick drapes.
I could see her shape, then. She was sitting in a kitchen chair, and in the low light I thought I detected a bit of shine. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I began to see more of her. Covered from head to toe in shiny latex, her boobs accentuated by the clingy material, her gloved hands resting on the table in front of her, she was my wildest fantasy come true. And then she spoke, her soft, sexy voice breaking the quiet.
"I'm ready for you, Joe."
She rose then, moving into a stray ray of light, and I saw that she was wearing a long, red, halter-top dress and red heels. The dress' bodice was fitted to her torso, but just above her hips it flared out, the sexy folds of rubber swishing deliciously around her legs as she walked. Beneath the dress she wore a black catsuit, with red, elbow-length gloves and a black hood. Even with the tall shoes, she was slightly shorter than my 5'9", and I could see that she was very thin and lithe.
She had moved close to me, her gloved hands now caressing my lightly bearded face. My hands naturally found themselves drawn to her hips. For a moment we stood, her hands on my face, my hands on her hips, gazing into each others' eyes. And then, not knowing quite why, my right hand moved up her back, pulling her into my lips.
We kissed, deeply. The scent of her rubber was in my nose, and as we kissed she melted into my arms. Her hand, once on my face, was now on the back of my head. My cock began to harden, and I knew that I'd have to fuck her before the night was through.
My hand drifted toward her boobs. "I want you. Now."
"Not so fast, Stud. First we have to get you out of these clothes and into some rubber," she replied.
Another kiss, shorter this time, and she was leading me down the hall and into the bedroom.
The bedroom was dimly lit by the flickering light of a couple candles. On the bed, laid out and ready to put on, my own catsuit waited -- a yellow suit, with shoulder-entry and crotch zip, along with yellow gloves and socks. She turned me around and gently pushed me down onto the bed. Bending over me to kiss me, she began to unbutton my shirt. As I unbuttoned my cuffs, she undid my belt and then my pants.
Her hand slipped into my pants, resting on the growing bulge in my underwear that was my hard cock. She giggled and stroked it through the light fabric. I groaned, wanting nothing more than to take her right then. But then she was down, undoing my shoes and pulling them off, one at a time.
She reached up for my hand and pulled me up, and I took off my clothes.
Standing there, naked, my hard cock erect before me, I pulled her toward me and kissed her again, as passionately as I had at first. I could feel the soft, warm rubber of her dress enfolding around the tip of my cock and I almost came right then.
"Let's get you rubbered up," she said.
I sat down and began to dress. First socks, then catsuit, pausing after pulling up the legs to put on my gloves before slipping my arms into my sleeves. I had chlorinated the suit myself so that I wouldn't need messy lube or talc, and my work had paid off. The rubber, while not as shiny as before, was buttery soft and easy to put on. Zipping up my shoulders, I then put on a hood. I stood before her, encased in soft, luxurious latex, my cock again forming a bulge in my crotch.
"Mmmm," she purred, her gloved hands rubbing over my body. My cock felt like it would explode at any moment.
I kissed her deeply again, pushing her down onto the bed. I ran my hand up her leg, under the skirt of her dress, feeling for a zipper. I found it and gently zipped her crotch open. My face found its way to her breasts, soft and warm, yet firm, under the layers of rubber. My nose felt around, finding her hard nipples, and I nibbled them through the latex. She moaned, arching her back.
I nuzzled my way down her tummy, past her latex-covered legs, until I found her feet. Gently I removed first one shoe and then the other, and I found that she was wearing toe socks -- really sexy. I spent some time kissing the rubber soles of her feet and licking her rubber toes before making my way back up toward her warm, inviting pussy. I was so hard by now I was hurting, but I really wanted to taste her juices.
