Message-ID: <32548asstr$1000678204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <000901c13ee0$df155c40$f93f0a3f@default> From: "Danger-Bird" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6600 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 16 Sep 2001 18:54:00.0736 (UTC) FILETIME=[F2A1A200:01C13EE0] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 14:53:16 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Punishment (M/F, anal, oral, reluctant?, tatoo, humiliation) Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 18:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate <1st attachment, "Payback.doc" begin> Punishment (M/F, anal, oral, reluctant?, tattoo, humiliation) DangerBird All standard disclaimers apply. Read no further if you are under 18 or if you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activity. All characters are fictional. If you have comments please feel free to send them. I can not promise responses to all, but will do my best. This story may not be recopied or posted with out the author's permission. Lying on the padded leather table, naked save for a humiliatingly damp thong, sweating profusely, and hurting more with each passing moment, she knew she was in trouble this time. What had she allowed herself to get into... Luna was by nature, a spunky and willful submissive. She came from the school of thought that the submissive held all the power in the relationship. That her obedience to her Master was a choice she gave willing and could be ended at any time at her choosing. Luna loved the feeling of surrendering control to a strong dominant man (or woman), but there were just certain things she did not enjoy doing. That she was not going to do. This time however, she had gone too far. She had made a grievous error in judgment. The worst part, this time it was an accident, an error in play etiquette and not a planned show of self. A sharp prick of pain jolted her out of her thoughts long enough to help her remember where she was, why she was here she would never forget. She had been owned for about 2 years now. He was her soul mate and the love of her life. More than that, He was her Master. They met at the Chain Reaction bondage club in Pittsburgh and hit it off immediately. More accurately, he claimed her. She had looked once into the deepest, most soulful brown eyes she had ever seen and was lost. She had been playing in the BDSM scene for years but had never found the One whom she could turn herself over to completely. He ended all that with one phrase. She had come up to the bar to order a drink. She had been dancing and playing hard most of the night and needed a little something to keep her going. Immediately after shouting her order of a kamikaze to the bartender she heard him, quiet enough to be a whisper, but loud enough to be heard over the blaring punk music. "she will have an ice water with lemon. I'll take another Porfidio straight up." She was about to give him an earful that he'd never forget but was stopped in her tracks by two things. Those damn eyes and the way that `she' was clearly spoken in lowercase letters while `I' was clearly capitalized. Instead, what she said was "What makes you think you can order for me?" Luna tried her best to make `me' sound capitalized but could not pull it off as he had. "I have been watching you tonight and I know why you are here, what you are searching for. Besides, I do not want you under the influence when we play tonight." The last line he said with a cruel smile and a twinkle in those deep pools of brown eyes. If he wasn't so damn confident, she could have turned around and walked away so easily. Not about to let him get the upper hand that easily, she shot back, "That's because in here we're all looking for the same thing." She was about to turn back to the bar, get her drink, and go when he said in a voice so soft, she had to force herself to listen. "True, most of these people are just looking for an easy fuck, mixed with a little bit of kink, but not you. No, you are looking for something a little more...real. Finish your water, I'll be waiting for you by the pool tables." With that he left the bar and walked away. The Porfidio was left behind. He gave her no chance to respond. Looking at the bar Luna noticed for the first time the bartender had poured her both a kamikaze and water; she looked them over motionless and unsure for the longest minute. It would be so easy to take her vodka drink, go back to the dance floor and forget all about the crude, confident man. But even as her hand moved of its own volition towards the water she knew that would not be her choice. The way he spoke to her of wanting something more real made her quiver inside and defeated her. There were volumes of secrets and experience behind that simple sentence that she had to know about. Water in hand, she headed towards the pool tables. With out thinking and unasked she had also brought along his unfinished tequila for him... Thankfully, the outlining would soon be finished. For the most part, she could handle this. It really wasn't that bad compared to some of His punishments. But, every time the artist brought the buzzing needle close to her spine it hit home with a flash of pain that made her want to wince and scream. She knew she wouldn't though. He had ordered her to take this with dignity and silence; she was determined not to fail Him. Besides, she assumed this was just the beginning of her punishment and did not want to give Him any reason to add even more to it. After what happened last night Luna knew He was not going to let her that quickly. As the artist moved past her spine, she began to breathe as her yoga training had taught her and fell back into thought of that first meeting... Upon reaching the pool tables she noticed that he was not playing, which she found strange. This was one of the busiest nights she could remember and the tables were always in high demand, even on slow nights. He was just standing by the table, arms folded, with a smirk, hand outstretched awaiting his drink. Luna slowly walked towards him; careful not to spill any and handed him the drink. She watched him take a slow deliberate sip of the bitter beverage and savor the finish before swallowing. It was obvious that he had expected her to follow. Confused, Luna asked, "I thought you would be playing by now." "No, I don't think I'll be using the table for pool tonight," he almost sounded like he was retelling some great joke to which he only was aware of the punch line. Why would the crowd willingly give up a pool table to someone who was not going to play? That picture did not seem right and for the first time she was worried. All too soon, she realized the `joke' and why the far from sober and rowdy crowd appeared so willing to relinquish rights to the table. His command came far too quick in the chase for her and she was startled by his forthright manner. She was used to a little seduction and foreplay. To being teased and charmed. She was used to being in control even as she allowed men, women, and the occasional couple to Top for her. Just as long as they `made' her do the things and did the things to her that she loved. Not to being ordered like around like a common slut, a slave without a choice. And that realization more than anything that night sealed her fate. She became immediately wet at that thought and knew that this is what she had been missing earlier and what she was looking for. She felt warm and was strangely ashamed that she could not blame her heat on the drink she was not allowed to have. She needed something real, not more games with weekend players and wannabes who would go back to their boring 9-5 jobs and middle class lives as soon as Monday morning came around. Although the play was fun and frequently hot, it was always missing that final element of danger and the unknown that accompanies the real. His voice was loud for the first time that night and the shock of what He said in front of the growing, expectant crowd left her speechless as he spoke, "you have 3 choices. One, I can bind your wrists together, force your legs apart with a spreader bar, and gag you while I fuck your ass. Two, you can bend over the table, pull your sweet cheeks apart for me, and beg me to fuck your ass. Or three, you can turn around, walk away, and wonder for the rest of your life what might have been. you have ten seconds to decide."... As the artist finished with her back and butt, she was made to turn over on the table so he could begin work on her front. By the look on His face, He was obviously pleased. she flushed momentarily, hoping that He was also pleased with her. They were about 5 hours in to the work and the only breaks she was allowed were those that the artist needed. She was not sure what was done to her back but would be able to watch as detail was added to her front. Luna could not decide if that was better or worse. With an evil grin, he brought the needle towards her stomach... Over the years, Luna had played rough and bondage was a real turn on, however anal sex was not high on her list of favorites. She had only tried it once and was not too keen with the results. It was a bungled and clumsy effort by a high school boyfriend that left her sore and unsatisfied. Luckily he had used lots of hand lotion and came quickly, barely upon entering her. That was over 10 years ago. She was not eager to give it another attempt now, and she certainly wasn't going to do it front of all these people. He was intriguing, but that was not going to happen. The 10 seconds came and went before Luna had a chance to answer. "I see you've made your choice. Goodbye, you will not be given a second chance. I am sorry for you and what you have given up." He said it softly, but firmly. At the end, truly sounding like he was indeed sorry for her. As he started to leave, she broke. After all the years searching, she felt deep inside that this brazen man was her chance to experience and live the real. Seeing him begin to turn away brought into focus what she could be giving up. Luna's inner being would not let her give up the opportunity that easily. Not when she had hungered for it for so long. She barely heard her voice rasp out a strangled, "please" of its own accord. He had no trouble hearing it. Luna would never know that he was expecting to hear it, knowing that by turning away, he would make her choice for her by no longer giving her any choice, but that of returning to the mundane and vanilla life she already had. He said nothing just stood still, calmly anticipating. "I, can't we talk or go somewhere else first? I'll be good for you, I just can't...not here like that." She could not even lift her gaze from the floor as she said it. Knowing that she could not dare to look again into those eyes of his. "you need to decide how desperately you need what is to come and what you are willing to do to get it. I will give you what you crave, but I demand your obedience. If we are to continue, there will be nothing that I ask of you that you won't or can't do. Understand." It was not a question. "I believe I am still waiting for your answer." Slowly, scratching at the dirty floor with her shoe, hands sweaty, she finally gave in, "I suppose, if I have to, I'd like you to bind me. I'm not sure I could handle it otherwise." Immediately, she knew she had made a mistake. The look on his face was unmistakable. "The correct answer was, whatever you desire, Master. For that you will bend over the table, spread your cheeks and beg me to fuck your ass. If you're good I will not let the rest of room use you as well." Daring to look down, Luna saw the beginning of a word slowly start to appear above her navel. In an old gothic script were the letters `Humi', with a fifth letter being started. her mind reeled with what he was going to have her branded with. He frequently made her go out baring her midriff. What were people going to be able to read... After making her drop to her knees on the dirty bar room floor he proceeded to make her beg for what seemed an eternity. He casually watched her as she pleaded with him to use her and abuse her. She promised everything and anything if he would only do with her as he wished. And she meant every word of it. By the time he ordered her to rise and lean over the edge of the pool table, she was aching for him to use her and control her. He pushed the thin leather skirt up over ass, exposing her rear for all to see. A sharp knife withdrawn unseen, but cold and sharp against her trembling skin, hot as fire once she realized what it was, made quick work of her panties. These were wordlessly shoved into her dry mouth. She could smell her aroma on them as he held them just briefly under her nostrils. She could taste her pungency on them. He wanted her humiliation and surrender to be complete. He wanted her to know how much she wanted this, how hot she was for it to happen. The cool breeze on her upturned butt and the lewd, appreciative comments seemed like they were happening to someone else. He placed her hands on either side of her ass and she knew what was expected. She pulled her butt apart for him, waiting for it to begin. "Do not move from this position." The command need not have been uttered, it was already understood. The cold wet lubricant she felt being applied to her asshole brought her back down, though. She felt him push one finger and then another inside her. He slowly began to pump them in and out and to twist them around, as if gauging her tightness. The pain was less than she was expecting and feeling odd, but just as suddenly, it was gone. He reached up and wiped his dirty fingers on the side of her face. And then, it started. There was no ceremony, no smoke and mirrors, no playing to the audience. Despite their hushed comments and whispered shock, he behaved as though they were in an empty room. She felt the cold buckle quickly slap her right butt cheek and the brush of leather hit her left cheek as he undid his belt. Luna heard his zipper slowly come down and was scared as she heard appreciative and shocked exclamations. She could only assume they were in reference to his size. Luna felt the head of what had to be a huge cock, slowly begin to rub around her crinkled opening. Instead of forcing it right then, he pulled back and rubbed the length of it back and forth, letting her feel the entire length and girth. Even for her, who had seen more than her share of cock, it was impressive, and she knew it was going to hurt like hell. Luna felt the oppressive weight of his penis leave momentarily. she felt her ass slapped and realized that he was beating her with his large cock. Impossibly, she felt it grow thicker and harder with every slap. Each time it hit her exposed and vulnerable flesh it felt hot and heavy, the drops of precum she felt lingering on her skin seemed to burn. Apparently satisfied and ready to begin, he placed his cockhead against her opening once again. The only words he said the entire scene were now and all he said was, "Relax and breathe." Followed immediately by an incredible pain like none Luna had known before. Although it was one to which she would get know often and frequently form that point on. Certainly more competent than the last boy who tried this, he was not much more gentle. Her body's natural reactions took over as her ass tried to expel the intruder. she tightened up which only succeeded in bringing her more pain. Slowly and insistently he pushed, one hand at the base of his thick tool, the other in the base of her back pressing her against the table. Luckily she did feel him pause briefly as the head of his tremendous dick finally popped past her tight ring. Her nether regions tingling with the sensations of millions of nerves, he waited for her to get used to his size and width. Though the initial pain felt like she was being torn in two, Luna slowly relaxed a bit. Upon feeling her asshole relax and give some, he deliberately slid another inch or two into her and again paused. This was followed by another couple inches being leisurely forced in and another break. This cycle continued until the entire length of his massive cock was buried deep into her bowels. He took his time with the insertion and she was beginning to get used to it. It was altogether not unenjoyable. If Luna thought that he would continue that way, she was sadly about to find out otherwise. With one quick stroke he pulled back until just his head was still inside her and brutally slow drove every last inch back into her helpless ass. Her scream, though muffled by her panty filled mouth was easily heard and resulted only in causing someone unseen to turn the music volume up. She desperately wanted to remove her hands from her buttocks and push back at him, to get him off of and out of her. But, she didn't. she laid against the scratchy felt of the pool table and took it. He continued to rape her willing ass with a long, unhurried pace. His lack of speed and his lingering strokes enabled her to feel every excruciating inch as it sunk gradually into her. Luna did not remember when she started crying, but the tears came easily and matted the felt under her face. Her pitiful moans ended only as she felt his heavy, low hung balls slap against her ass and only briefly as she felt him withdraw to begin again. Gradually her wails lessened and eventually ceased. Surprisingly, as she got used to the pounding and as she began to relax her muscles a bit, she began to enjoy the sensations. She loved the dirty, slutty feeling of being bent over and forcibly ass fucked in front of all these people and she had never felt so full in her life. Uncontrollably, her moans of pain turned to those of excitement and anticipation. Anticipation of the building orgasm she could feel swelling up inside her and frustration from the lack of clitoral stimulation she needed to finish the job. As if reading her mind, he reached under her and placed three fingers fiercely into her dripping cunt. These were removed just as quickly and before Luna had any chance for release. They were smugly rubbed under nose and across her lips and chin, as if to prove to her how hot and ready she was. He wiped them clean with her matted hair. After what seemed like hours of this delicious torture (but what was probably closer to several minutes) his pace changed and he began to build up speed in his strokes. He began to demandingly slam into her defenseless ass. His unending strokes increased in rhythm and intensity and she knew he was close. Luna could feel his muscular stomach and his pelvic bone crash against her abused upturned ass over and over in a frantic, brutal, anal assault. There was one last savage push all the way in and then he was still. He made no sound but a deep satisfied grunt and she felt his hot breath on her back. At the same instant she felt it. His cock expanded once more and then emptied its seed into her. she felt his cum burst forth from him in strong insistent ropes against her insides. And then the huge invader was gone as suddenly as its entry had been slow, and she heard him step back from her. Luna cried anew and shook, this time not in pain but in built up passion needing escape. It was now that she heard him laugh a deep menacing laugh even as her body lay squirming and writhing on the table begging for release. "you didn't think that you were going to get to cum tonight did you? No, that is a privilege you will have to earn my pet. Now get over here and thank me properly for fucking your sweet ass." Luna turned and not knowing what else to do said, "Thank you for fucking my ass, Sir." Again, she was met with that look of displeasure she would get to be well acquainted with. He was clearly upset. "Not like that you stupid slut, get down on your knees and lick my cock clean." It was only then that it registered that he had yet to put his cock away. It remained out, slightly tumescent and very dirty. He was covered in a mixture of cum, her filth, and a little blood. Looking upon it for the first time, she could not believe that just a minute ago it had been buried in her ass. She swallowed hard not believing her ears...he couldn't expect her to do that, could he? The look on his face said that he very much did expect it and was getting pissed that she hadn't already started. Slowly she dropped to her knees and crawled the few feet over to where he was now standing. A sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she placed the tip of her tongue on his dick and began to lick. Involuntarily, she jerked back as she breathed in the foul smell and the rancid, bitter taste hit her mouth. This resulted in her being grabbed by a fistful of her hair, head pulled roughly backwards, and his cock shoved into her waiting mouth, much to the obvious pleasure and amusement of the crowd. With no option she grudgingly sucked on his member as he forced more and more of the encrusted tool into her mouth. When she thought he meant to push it down her throat, he pulled out and demanded that she finish the job with her tongue as instructed, which she readily did. She slurped and licked at his softening penis until it was clean of her residue and dripping with saliva... The tattoos were now complete. Engraved around her navel for all to see were the words "Humiliation and Cum Slut." Turned around she saw for the first time the artist's handiwork for earlier. On her lower back was depicted a scene with her on her knees, hands cuffed behind her while two well hung men used her mouth and ass. One held a leash attached to an obvious slave collar while the other held a fistful of her hair. On her right butt cheek were the words "Use me As You Please." Luna never would have allowed this and what was to follow was even worse, but he gave her no choice. Actually he had, she could do as he instructed with out complaint or get out and never see him again. In the end there really was no choice. All this because she had touched another Dominant's floggers at a BDSM club last night. She knew that you should ask first typically but he had them displayed so nice and the workmanship was so good she couldn't resist. she knew she was in trouble the moment she did it though. her Master had grabbed her arm behind her back and sent her to her knees. He then handed her over to the other who proceeded to whip and flog the hell out of her back and butt. she had embarrassed her Master in front of his peers and she knew worse punishment was coming. Worse was coming and this tattoo was part of it. She had always been deeply afraid of getting a tattoo and did not want to be branded, especially not like this. The pain turned out to be much less than what she had been expecting, but the next part was going to be terrible. He was going to make her do all the things she had hated and hadn't done even for him. The tattoo was first, now she was going to have to demonstrate her oral talents up for this slob of a man that disgusted and sickened her. Being given away to another sexually was always something she hated the thought of. Sure she had had lots of casual sex, but she always picked her partners and was very discriminating. After her Master payed the tattoo artist she knew what was expected of her, he had told her on the way over. she sensually dropped to her knees and asked in a sultry voice if she could tip him. He was only too ready to accept. It was not the prospect of having to suck his cock that disgusted her, it was the fact that she did not have anything to do with choosing him, nor would she ever have. He was a distasteful brute of a man. He was extremely fat and filthy, very unkempt. When she opened his fly a pungent smell hit her face. It was obvious that he had not washed in a while and reeked of stale urine and cum. She went to work methodically though. Giving him the best blow job she knew how to. She licked his filthy prick all over, she nuzzled and nipped at his balls, darted her tongue up under the tender fold of flesh before his anus, and deep throated him. The worst was when she took his hand and placed it at the back of her head. He needed no further coaxing and slammed his cock down her throat battering her lips and throat repeatedly. When he came, he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her pretty face, wiping any remaining cum off with her hair. Instead of putting his softening dick away he just stood above her, holding it and smiling menacingly above her. She could not imagine what else was in store for her. The tattoo artist pulled her head back once more forcing her mouth open. Luna thought that he wanted more oral sex until the first stream of his salty, golden, liquid hit her tongue and began to wash over her face. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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