The Deal Pt. 04

The last week has been like living in an alternate reality. Every time I woke up, I told myself it must all have been a nightmare. Except that as soon as I saw myself in the spreading position, tied to my bed, I understood that everything Alexis was doing to me was real. At least at work, I have some semblance of reality, but as soon as I get home, my world turns upside down and I become a horny little lap dog.

Tonight is Friday and I come home with a knot in my stomach. I put my embarrassing purchase on the entrance cabinet, where I find my clothes for the day. After a week of this treatment, I've discovered that I still prefer being naked to the sordid outfits Alexis forces me to wear. At least when I'm naked I can pretend I've just got out of the shower. But when I'm wearing a leather corset with straps around my breasts to show them off, leaving my lower abdomen exposed, I look like a whore. And Alexis gets it. Tonight, I'm wearing a maid's headdress, a mini apron that doesn't even cover my underbelly and vertiginous high heels with, of course, my bitch collar.

Once dressed, I take the plastic bag I left on the cabinet into my mouth, drop to all fours and crawl over to Alexis. He's in the living room, in jeans, shirtless. Just the sight of him makes my mouth water. I hope he enjoys the degrading show I'm putting on for him. It disgusts me, but in a strange way, I want him to be proud of me. Maybe it's the pills he's making me take. Over time, I've discovered that they increase my libido and make my nipples and clitoris swell. Nothing to help my overwhelming desire to be violently fucked by Alexis. However, I must resist the urge to beg him to take me in the ass. I have to remember our deal.

"Well slut? You have something for me?" he asks nastily, almost as if bothered by my presence.

My eyes wander over his chest, down his belly and stop at his crotch. All I can think about is how much I'd like to have the honor of satisfying his cock. My throat closes when I need to speak. I hope he will be pleased with my suggestion.

Two days ago, Alexis forced me to repent for all the times I hadn't been a good girlfriend. The times I refused to have sex with him, the times I abandoned him to go out with friends and so on. After I finished confessing, he told me that I had to earn his forgiveness and that my actions deserved very harsh punishments. That evening, he laid me across his lap and spanked me like I'd never been spanked before. My bottom is still red and I recall the punishment every time I have to sit down. Of course, that's not enough for Alexis. Now, every night, he asks me to suggest a punishment. And I have to make an effort, because if he doesn't think it's enough, he'll make my treatment worse. Yesterday, for example, I suggested wearing the little bells on my tits. He thought it was pathetic, so not only did he put the bells on my nipples, he also put one on my clitoris. Then he forced me to do physical exercises like jumping jacks and crunches to amplify the discomfort of the clamps.

That's why, at lunchtime, I went on a mortifying mission, hoping to please my master with a cruel and humiliating punishment.

"I was hoping sir could use this as part of my punishment tonight. The horny slut that I am needs to be punished severely and sir is kind enough to train her."

Alexis smiles. I've found that the more I use this kind of language, the more satisfied he is with me. He picks up the bag I've placed in front of him and uncovers the object inside. He looks at it for a few seconds before realizing what it is.

"A pump for your nipples and clit? "

I shiver just at the mention of the torture device. I can see in his eyes that it doesn't seem enough. I was expecting it, so I start explaining.

"Sir, I thought you could use the pump on my sensitive areas and then use the riding crop on my nipples and pussy."

I look at the object, thinking how terrified I am he'll find something more painful to do to me.

"And how many strokes do you think you deserve?"

It's a trick question. If I answer too low, he'll make me pay a lot more. But if I give a high number, I'll have to suffer the consequences. My sensitive parts have barely recovered from yesterday's clamps, but I have no choice but to give him a high number, hoping to appeal to his pity.

"I deserve to be hurt badly, sir. I hope to be hit as many times as you judge necessary, but I think it should be at least 25 times on each nipple and 30 times on my clit."

The silence that follows lingers too long. All I can hear is the sound of my heart beating. I don't think I can take any more than what I'm suggesting to Alexis. Fortunately for me, my ex finally decides that the punishment is reasonable. I breathe a sigh of relief, preparing myself for the worst. However, as Alexis likes to keep the fun going, he orders me to be a good girl and clean the house before I receive my punishment.

All through my chore I can't help but anticipate what's to come. Why does this turn me on so much? I practically have to mop the floor behind me because I'm dripping all over the place.

When the apartment is finally clean, I present myself in front Alexis and ask for my correction. First, he lays me on my back and attaches spread bars to my feet and hands, making sure I can't protect myself. He then takes his sweet time installing the nozzles on each of my nipples and clitoris. They are attached to the pump with rubber tubes. At first, when he starts to pump, it just tingles a little. I'd even say it's pleasant. Then it gets more intense. I can feel my sensitive areas getting bigger. At one point, I feel like they're going to explode, but Alexis keeps on pumping. I groan and try to free myself despite the bars holding me in place. The suction gets more and more intense and I'm afraid I'm going to pass out when Alexis finally stops. He removes the nozzles with a loud pop. I can't help but lift my head to look at my nipples. They've literally doubled in size and are a bright red bordering on purple. I can't imagine what state my clitoris is in. My ex must be reading my mind, because at the same time he's lightly rubbing my clit with his finger, making me scream as he does so.

"You're so not gonna enjoy those 30 strokes, slut. I'll be nice and start with your nipples."

I can't believe I'm the one who suggested this punishment. I can't believe he still plans to do this to me. I shake around in the bars, but there's nothing I can do. Alexis shows me the riding crop and reminds me to thank him for every stroke, otherwise it won't count. The first stroke is brutal. A sharp "thank you sir" escapes from my mouth. He goes on and on, and really gets a kick out of it. Between my tears I can see the huge hard-on that threatens to rip open his jeans. He enjoys going back and forth between my two nipples, altering the rhythm so that I never know when or where he's going to strike. Then he hits me lower. His stroke is gentler, but the pain is agonizing. I can barely mumble a proper "thank you sir". Alexis is having a blast moving the tip of the riding crop up and down my pussy. God, I think I'm going to cum, it's so good. But I remember that I'm not allowed to cum without her permission. Surely, I can't go so low as to admit to her that I'm getting off on this, or could I? I receive another stroke. My moan is no longer one of pain, but of pleasure. I'm sure Alexis notices. What follows is a series of rapid strokes that he directs on top of my engorged clit.

"Please, sir, may I come? "

Alexis stops just when I'm on the verge of orgasm. I'm as frustrated as I am relieved.

"Are you asking me to come now? When you're being punished? You like having your pussy slapped by a riding crop?"

"Yes sir. I like it verry much."

"You like being humiliated, walking around the house naked while I treat you like the good little bitch you are?"

"Yes, sir. I'm just a horny bitch who likes to be humiliated, tortured and dominated. You can do whatever you want with me."

I don't think about the consequences of what I am saying. I'm just thinking about how the riding crop bite made me feel and how much I need it to come now.

"Okay, you've got 7 more strokes to go. You have my permission to come while you're getting them."

"Thank you, sir."

I keep thanking him while he starts hitting me again and while I cum like I've never cum before in my life.

When it finally stops, it takes me a few seconds to come to my senses. It's Alexis's voice that brings me back to the present moment.

"You're not the only one who has the right to relieve herself."

He then moves on top of me and pulls his huge cock out of his jeans. He's masturbating so close to my face I could almost take him in my mouth, but the bars hold me firmly down. His beautiful cock. I want it so bad! My tongue stretches out as if hoping for a taste. Drool drips down my chin. I'm pathetic!

Alexis finally ejaculates with a roar of pleasure, soaking my face and breasts. He take a minute to recover, then looks down at me and starts laughing.

"You'll stay like that for your hour of porn watching."

So, it's with my nipples and clitoris completely ravaged, my face covered in cum, that Alexis sets me up on the sofa to watch a series of videos of girls being walked on leashes and degraded in public places.