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Subject: {ASSM} RP "Anne's Punishment" by Tiramisu. MF, BD.
Date: Thu,  9 Nov 2000 21:10:05 -0500
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CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic
descriptions  of sexual acts.  If it is either illegal where you are,
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"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.

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"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...


THE END

Copyright 1999
Tiramisu

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