Training, such a delightful thing.
Even more so when there is play involved *giggle*.
Master hung the swing beside His bed, almost above where slave sleeps on the pallet.
The other night He had slave fetch the clothespins then told her to climb up into the swing. Master adjusted her to His liking as slave spun just slightly, thinking of the last time she had been in the swing and enjoying Masters attentions, then she started falling. slave fell into that place, the one where the skin becomes so sensitive-touch, textures, heat, cold... The one where the mind slips downward into the super submissive place where there is nothing else but waiting to be of service. With nothing invading or disturbing the mind from her task, alert, anticipating, focused and ready, how lovely.
slave felt, really felt the rough fabric of the swing, she trembled when Masters fingers brushed against her skin. slave felt the hint of the chill breeze tickle across her body when the a/c kicked on and the heat of Master's breath as He leaned close. slave watched Him adoringly, focused so completely on what He was doing, His discipline amazing her.
With her height to His liking Master sat on the edge of the bed picking up the clothespins as He did, slave eyed them warily and Master flashed her a sadistic grin.
Master put them everywhere and handed some to w to place as well.
He was taking just long enough in between each, giving such pleased consideration to every one that slave would get nervous as He leaned forward to place them.
she enjoyed the little pains, knowing that they would only grow with time.
When He finished Master gave slave her drink so she could wet her mouth, then told slave not to spill it and to keep her legs apart as He removed them, then flicked one off. slave gave a surprised squeal and sloshed the drink, she had been expecting opening the clothespins to take them off, boy was she wrong!
After swatting a couple off of slave's body Master told her to pick each one she wanted off, one at a time. What torture! very bittersweet, slave alternated between the very painful and the not so much so she had time to regain some control of herself. slave strained to keep her legs open as tears streamed down her face, shaking with the effort of disciplining herself through the pain. she failed a few times and spilled some of the drink once, and each time Master would replace the most painful clothespin that had been removed.
By the time Master had finished slave was crying and quite relaxed, though He surprised slave again with His tongue against her tender pussy and she whimpered while arching closer. Enjoying the rare privilege that was both pleasure and pain *smile*.
Thank You Master
