Message-ID: <27319asstr$973822205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@dejanews.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Tiramisu <tiramixu@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8ud238$ps2$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Nov 09 02:27:58 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP "Anne's Punishment" by Tiramisu. MF, BD. Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2000 21:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27319> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic descriptions of sexual acts. If it is either illegal where you are, or you are not of legal age to view such material, please stop now. "Anne's Punishment" by Tiramisu. MF, BD. Copyright 1999 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for archiving in ass and assm. Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com. Or, preferably, post comments to assd for all to see. "Anne's Punishment" I Anne came. She tried not to. God knows, she tried not to. Not just because she didn't want to be punished, but because if she could wait until he permitted it, she knew how much more intense it would be. When he made her touch herself, she was able to hold back. When he blindfolded her and tied her wrists to the bedposts, and teased her nipples with his lips and teeth and tongue, she moaned, wanting more. When he dripped ice water on one nipple and hot oil on the other, she cried, and began to squirm against the sheets. When he licked the ice water from her nipple with his warm tongue, she thought she would die. She begged for more, begged him to go lower. When he did, when he finally touched her swollen lips and tormented her with his lips and tongue, he drove her so very close to the edge, but she didn't come. When he plunged his hardness deep into her, when she closed her eyes, and clenched the silk scarves binding her wrists, clenching them tight in her fists, somehow, she managed to hang on. But when he pulled his throbbing cock out of her and came on her clit, she lost it. Screaming and whimpering, she came. Hard. She had never come before while trying not to. The intensity surprised her. Maybe he knew it would be more intense that way. Maybe he wanted it that way. It didn't matter, though. She had come without permission. She was going to be punished and she knew it. And perhaps, he wanted that all along. And maybe, so did she. When he finished, she was still coming. Whimpering and writhing as her spasms finally subsided. When she calmed down, he rubbed the head of his cock over her clitoris, gently massaging it with his cock in his slippery white cum. He didn't let her come down, kept her at a fever pitch. She knew he could take her over the edge again. But he didn't. He got up. "You came, Anne. You must be punished." That was all. Still blindfolded and tied, still close to coming yet again, she heard him walk from the bedroom. She heard the shower. She felt his come dripping between her legs. Finally, he returned, untied her, but left the blindfold on. He took her hand and led her from the bedroom. His come dripped down her leg. He tied her wrists behind her. Where were they going? He didn't say a word. She knew better than to ask. II She tried to prepare herself. She wondered what he would do. Would he whip her? She'd never been whipped before, and she didn't want him to hurt her. But she had given herself to him, and she would submit to whatever he wanted. She hoped he would be loving afterwards. Incredibly, she found herself becoming aroused again despite her fear. She trusted him, trusted that it would be okay. And some part of her, some deep, dark part of her was curious. Her mind told her she did not want to feel pain, that it would not be a turn on. But her body was telling her otherwise. She decided to be strong. And she wondered. He led her from one room to another. She lost track of where she was until she felt cold concrete on her bare feet, then heard what sounded like a car door opening. Oh, god. They were in the garage. Where was he taking her? Naked. Semen drying on her thighs. She got in the car. They drove for a while. He kept her blindfolded with her wrists tied. The car stopped at a small strip mall and he removed the blindfold. The mall was dark, deserted, and he led her, naked, to the store at the end. "Patricia's Pets," the sign said. He had wanted her to see the sign. The store seemed to be closed, but the door was unlocked. They went inside. A woman met them. Patricia, Anne thought. Patricia was slim and tall, nearly six feet, with beautiful long black hair and green eyes. She wore a business-like dark skirt and white blouse. "What have we here, Jack?" "My pet came without permission, Mistress Patricia. She needs training." "I see. Untie her hands. I want the little bitch to get down on her hands and knees and crawl into the back room." Mistress Patricia? Anne was terrified. It would be one thing if he punished her, but this stranger was something else. And was she going to be made to have sex with a woman? This looked like an ordinary pet shop. Leashes and collars, fish tanks, pet food. What was in the back room? Jack interrupted her thoughts. "You'd better do as she says. It will be easier for you if you do." Anne got down on her hands and knees and crawled toward Mistress Patricia. Was Jack afraid of Patricia, too? Patricia opened the door to the back room and Anne followed. The back room was dark, lit by just two candles. "Stop there, bitch." Anne stopped, on her hands and knees, in the middle of the room. Patricia slipped a blindfold over her eyes. What was this back room? "Jack, would you like to join me in a glass of wine while I explain Patricia's Pets to your little slut here?" "Yes, Mistress, thank you. Perhaps Anne could have some wine, too." "Of course, Jack." Anne heard two glasses of wine being poured, then a third, though the sound was different. She smelled the wine as it was placed in front of her, then felt a hand at the back of her neck, pushing her down, pushing her face into the wine in some kind of bowl. "Drink your wine, from a dog's dish, like a good little bitch." The wine filled her mouth. Some went into her nose. Patricia released her head. "Drink," she said. The wine was a red one. Dry. Not bad. She hoped she wouldn't be forced to drink too much. "You know, Jack, she would look quite nice in one of our better collars. Perhaps a dog collar. Perfect for a frisky little bitch. And you could find a nice leash to go with it. There's a lot of things you could do with a leash." Anne winced as she heard the sound of a smack. Gasped. Took a deep breath. But there was no sting. Patricia hadn't actually smacked her with the leash. Anne let out her breath. "Perhaps," Jack said, "but I have other ideas." "As you wish, Jack. Now, Anne, as you saw, Patricia's Pets is an ordinary pet store. However, for a few select customers, we offer special things after hours. The back room here has supplies for a different kind of pet. Men and women can buy special gifts here for their pets. Or slaves. Leashes and collars, of course, but also hand cuffs, whips, riding crops, leather harnesses. We also have a wonderful assortment of toys, too. Dildos, vibrators. And we have some wonderful body jewelry. Nipple clips, for example. Some very nice ones which are mostly ornamental, and some very nasty ones which are quite painful. Well, you will see soon enough." Anne's mind was spinning. What had she gotten into? She'd heard of this sort of thing, but never actually seen nipple clips or dildos. Still, she trusted Jack. "We can do some simple restraints right here, of course, but in the basement, is Patricia's Dungeon. Perhaps Jack will want to take you there. Perhaps he'll want to suspend you from the ceiling, tie you with your legs spread apart and see how much you can take. How much teasing. Or perhaps he will want to use this." Anne felt hard leather at the back of her neck. Was this a riding crop? It moved down her back, between her cheeks, lingered for a second between her legs, then moved down the inside of her thigh. She gasped. "So, that's what Patricia's is all about. Now, Jack, what's your pleasure?" III "Mistress Patricia, I would like to give Anne her presents now." "Ah, yes Jack. As soon as you called I selected the items and gift wrapped them myself." "Wonderful! First things first, though. Anne, stand up, and raise your hands over your head." Anne struggled to her feet. She felt Jack take her wrists in his hands and slip leather cuffs on them. She heard the sound of metal rattling, like chains. She realized her handcuffs were chained to the ceiling. She couldn't lower her hands. And she was afraid she wasn't going to like her presents. "That's so very nice, Anne," he said, and kissed her, hard, on the mouth, his tongue finding hers, teasing it and then withdrawing. The kiss took her by surprise, took her breath away. "Now move your legs apart." She felt Jack's hand touch her thigh, gently stroke it, as she moved her legs apart. His hand moved higher, teasing, then stopped. She wanted him to touch her. "Jack," Patricia said, "perhaps the slut would like more wine before you give her her presents." "Yes," Jack answered before Anne could say no. She felt the bowl at her lips, felt it tip too much, pouring the wine over her lips. Some of the wine went into her mouth, but a lot flowed over her chin, down her neck, over her breasts and down to her belly. Some of the wine trickled over her nipples. Some of the wine even dripped between her legs and down her thigh. He did that on purpose. "Bad girl," Jack said, licking the wine from her lips. "You spilled your wine." She felt his tongue lick the wine from her chin and her neck. He nibbled and sucked as he licked. Anne moaned softly and began to writhe against her bonds. Jack licked lower. His tongue touched her left nipple, gently licking. "Ohhhh." He licked all around the nipple, and then Anne felt another tongue on her right nipple. She gasped. She'd never been with a woman. But, oh, how good it felt to have both nipples licked at the same time. Mouths and lips and tongues teased her breasts, her nipples, her throat, flicking away the wine. His tongue moved down to her belly, licking the wine that had dripped there. Oh god. Or was it Patricia's tongue? Anne lost track. The tongue moved lower, licked the wine from her inner thigh, then moved higher and lightly licked her labia as the other tongue licked her nipple. "Oh, goddd," she moaned, squirming against the mouth between her legs, wanting more. "I think our pet is cleaned up and ready for her presents," Jack said. He removed her blindfold. Patricia was holding two small boxes, prettily wrapped in gold paper. "Anne, I want you to see how delicious you look," Jack said, and positioned a floor length mirror in front of her. She saw her naked body, standing with her legs apart, her wrists in leather handcuffs, a chain from the cuffs connected to an eyebolt in the ceiling. The sight was erotic. She hoped she'd be permitted to watch everything in the mirror. "Now, for your first present," Jack said, taking one of the boxes from Mistress Patricia. IV Jack opened the box, and took out a small gold chain. It was about 10 inches long, with odd little loops on each end. It looked too short to be a necklace, but too long to be a bracelet. Suddenly, she realized what it was, as Jack placed one of the small loops over her nipple and tightened it. "Owww." It hurt. But it felt good. It wasn't really that tight. It pinched only a little more than when he held her nipples between his teeth as he licked them. It didn't really hurt that much. In fact, it felt good. Did he want it to hurt? She needed him to lick her nipple. He attached the other end of the chain to the other nipple. She saw herself in the mirror, the gold chain between her nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. She felt a tongue on her left nipple. She opened her eyes. Jack. Then Patricia was at the other nipple. Her nipples hardened and swelled. The loops grew tighter, increasing the pain and the pleasure. Anne squirmed. The sensation in her nipples was driving her crazy. She needed something between her legs. She started to bring her legs together... "No," Jack said. "I need to keep your legs apart. For the things I'm going to do to you. And, I don't want you to be able to rub your legs together and stimulate yourself. I'll give you all the stimulation you can handle. Don't worry, though, you will be allowed to come. If you can." Anne watched in the mirror as Jack took two leather cuffs and placed them on her ankles. He spread her legs and chained the cuffs to the floor. She had enough freedom of movement in her hands and legs that she wasn't uncomfortable and didn't think her muscles would cramp. But she couldn't bring her legs together. Her image in the mirror was even more erotic than before. It suddenly struck her that both Jack and Patricia were fully dressed while she was naked and chained. That thought made her feel even more naked, more vulnerable. Jack took the second box and opened it. It contained a small gold clip, U-shaped, an inch long, maybe less, with short lengths of gold chain at each end of the U-shaped clip, a small pearl at each end of the gold chain. What? Oh god, no, it couldn't be. He took the clip in his hands, and moved between her legs. OH, GOD, no, she thought. He placed the clip on her clitoris. Actually, it fit over the hood of her clitoris, pressing her clitoris between the flesh surrounding it. It felt good. Very good. She felt a hard ache between her legs, and she felt fire in her nipples. Was this supposed to hurt, too? It didn't. Anne needed more. She needed to come. She moaned softly. V Anne looked at the erotic image in the mirror. Her hands cuffed and chained above her head, gold chain dangling between her hard nipples, two small gold chains with tiny pearls hanging below her swollen labia, her legs spread, feet chained to the floor. "You look delicious, Anne," Jack said. "Would you like me to taste you?" "Oh, yess." "Tell me what you want, Anne." "Please, Jack, it feels so good. These things are keeping me on the edge. I need to come." "Beg," Jack said. He picked up the riding crop and ran the tip of the crop up the inside of her thigh. "Ohhh, Jack, please. Touch me, lick me. Anything. Please make me come." He moved the crop up her inner thigh, touching her lips. Anne was squirming, trying to move against the tip of the crop. "Ohh god, Jack. Please." "Do you want me to fuck you, Anne. Will you come if I fuck you?" "YESSS," Anne screamed, then softly added, "please." "You want me to fuck you with this?" "Yess...anything. Please, Jack." He touched the tip of the riding crop to her mouth, traced her lips with it. "I think I'd rather let you suck my cock. I could let you suck me, and if you do it well, maybe I'll take you home and make love to you. Or, I could leave you here with Patricia. But I promise, she would not let you come." "Noooo," Anne cried. Jack ran the tip of the crop down her back. Gently, he tapped her buttocks. "Perhaps, I should punish you by whipping your ass." "No, please." "Will you come as I whip your ass?" He smacked her ass lightly, not enough to really hurt. It stunned her though, heightened her senses, aroused her more. She watched herself in the mirror, squirming. She didn't want him to whip her. Or did she? She was his. She trusted him. He smacked her again. Harder this time. Like a smart slap. Not quite a sting. "Well, Anne, will you come?" "Please, Jack, nooo." Patricia spoke. "Jack, you really do need more training. I could train you so well. First, you'd need to learn to love the feel of the crop. Then you'd be able to use it without hesitation, and be able to whip your little pet properly, set her body aflame with the intense sensations of pleasure and pain." No, Anne thought. Jack couldn't really want that. Jack ignored Patricia. "What do you want, Anne, what do you need. Don't you need to be punished?" "Please, Jack," Anne begged. "Please what, Anne, punish you? Whip you?" "Nooo. Please fuck me. Make me come. Please, Jack" "I think she needs the blindfold, Mistress Patricia." Patricia took the blindfold, moved over to Anne, flicked her left nipple once with her tongue, and slipped the blindfold over Anne's eyes. Oh, god, Anne thought. Now what? VI "You want me to fuck you Anne?" "Pleaaasssse." Anne felt something hard between her legs, pressing against her lips, sliding inside. Yesss. Silky smooth. She was so wet, she hardly felt it. Her muscles contracted. It was too thin. She tried to squeeze it. She needed to come. It slid deep into her. She was close. It slid out. She groaned. It moved lower, teasing her perineum. Oh god. It teased her anus. Oh godddd. It slid in. Ohhhhhhhh. She'd been fucked in the ass once. She didn't like it. But now, she was so aroused, and it was wet, and the dildo was smooth and slender. She moved against it. It felt good. He stroked in and out. Oh god, she thought, she was going to come. Finally. She moved against it, fucking it. He stopped. The dildo was inside her, but not moving. Her hips undulated. She needed more. She needed friction. In her cunt. On her clit. Even in her ass. Anything. "Does that feel good, Anne?" Anne groaned. "Please, more." Anne was writhing against her bonds, rocking her hips. No response. In darkness, Anne waited, rocking, writhing, desperate to come. On the edge, all her senses on fire. The slightest touch would give her the release she needed. The heat finally subsided. She was still close, but the needed orgasm drifted just out of reach. Again, she felt something hard between her legs, pressing, sliding into her, stretching her. Oh yes, hard, thick. "Yesss...fuck me," she cried. It slid deep into her. Again, she moved against it, grinding. It filled her. It stopped moving. "Noooo," she wailed. "Pleasssse." Anne was grinding her hips, desperately trying to come. She needed a touch, a lick. Anything. She humped the air in frustration. Patricia spoke. "Jack, watching you tease your poor little pet is getting me hot. I need to come." "Yes, Mistress." "Get your clothes off and get on your knees." Anne heard clothes rustling. No, not her, she thought. Me. Please. I need it more. "Please," she whimpered. She felt a tongue flick her left nipple. "Ohhh." She felt a tongue flick her clitoris. "Aggggh." Her hips began to rock again. The blindfold was removed from her eyes. She saw Jack, naked on his knees. Patricia, still fully clothed next to her, flicked Anne's right nipple with her tongue. "Anne, I want you to watch. Watch me get what you crave so desperately." VII Patricia sat back in a chair, spread her legs, pushed her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties. "Make me come, Jack. Nice and slow." Anne watched as Jack knelt between Patricia's legs, watched as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. As Jack slowly kissed and sucked and licked, Patricia began to moan. "Faster. Harder. Yes, YESSS!" Patricia was fucking his face. Coming. Anne needed it so bad. "Fuck me, Jack," Patricia said. "I'm so hot, I'll come again." Anne watched as Jack moved up, and entered Patricia, moving slowly against her. Patricia's moans soon told Anne she was coming again. "Please," Anne whimpered, humping the air, "help me." Anne tightened her muscles, squeezing the dildo deep inside her, coming close to the edge once again. The dildo began to slide from her pussy. "Noooo," she wailed as it slid from her and fell to the floor. Patricia pushed Jack away as her orgasm subsided, pushing him back onto the floor, right in front of Anne. He was rock hard. He hadn't come yet. "Oh, my," said Patricia. "Anne. Look at that hard cock. Poor Jack hasn't come yet. Wouldn't you like to taste that delicious cock, Anne? Feel it inside you?" "Yesss. Pleasssse. Please." Patricia climbed over Jack, took him in her mouth. Anne watched as he began to writhe and moan, pumping in and out of Patricia's mouth. No, Anne thought, please, I need that cock. Jack placed one hand in Patricia's hair, reached up and stroked Anne's thigh with the other Higher, please, she thought. His eyes were closed, his hips bucking. Anne heard him cry out as he came. Patricia stood up, leaving Jack lying on the floor, spent. She moved over to Anne and kissed her, feeding her Jack's come as she slid the dildo back into Anne's pussy. Anne felt the warm liquid begin to slide into her mouth as the dildo filled her. She closed her eyes, and in her mind she felt Jack's cock in her mouth, squeezed the muscles between her legs and felt him between her legs. Her hips began to rock again as she fought to come. Patricia broke the kiss before she had given Anne all of Jack's come. She left a trail across her cheek and throat and deposited a little more of the warm liquid on Anne's left nipple. Then Patricia moved lower. Oh yes please, Anne thought. Patricia moved lower, kissing Anne's swollen lips, then opening her mouth and letting the last of Jack's come flood over Anne's swollen lips. Patricia licked Anne's lips, spreading the silky liquid over the swollen flesh. "Ohhhh." Anne cried, bucking wildly. Just a little more. Just a little higher. The tip of Patricia's tongue touched Anne's clit and Anne screamed, exploding in a shattering orgasm. Anne felt wave after wave crash through her as Patricia licked and sucked her clit and her lips. Her knees buckled and only the chains holding her handcuffs kept her from falling. The waves of pleasure finally began to diminish. Patricia was gently kissing her now, and Anne was still on fire. Jack reached up and began to stroke slowly in and out with the dildo, driving Anne back toward the edge. Jack kissed her right nipple as he fucked her. Licked it. Moved to the left nipple. "Ohhh." Anne heard a low buzzing sound and the dildo began to vibrate deep in her cunt. Patricia's gentle kisses became teasing licks, licking her lips and her clitoris. Jack moved lower. Anne felt two tongues teasing and licking her lips and clit. She was coming again. Not as shattering as the first, not as quick, not as explosive, but deeper, satisfying to the soul of her being, long slow waves of pleasure flowing through her nipples and her cunt and her ass and down to her toes as she came and came and whimpered softly, not sure if it was one long orgasm or a long series of smaller ones. Finally, the orgasms stopped. The blindfold was placed back over her eyes. The buzzing stopped. Neither Jack nor Patricia said anything. Anne heard a shower running in the distance. Anne hung there, naked and spent, some of the come Patricia had shared with her drying on her chin and her throat along with the come that Jack had deposited between her legs so long ago. She felt as if she existed only to be used and to come. She felt fulfilled. Finally, the blindfold was removed and Anne saw Jack and Patricia again fully dressed. The chains were released, the cuffs removed. "Let's go home, Anne. I'm not done with you yet." Good, she thought. Jack led her, still naked, to the car. With still more to come when they got home. As they left, Patricia slid a card into Anne's hand. As she got into the car she sneaked a glance at it. It was a business card for Patricia's Pets. Written on the back: Revenge? Call. P. Revenge? Oh no, this was wonderful. But on second thought... 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