lysergic
02-13-2009, 06:27 AM
“Wake up, pretty.” You slapped my face harder and harder until I did. “Time to make you even more pretty.” You turned your back and I couldn’t see what you were doing. The next thing I felt was hot goop dripping down my leg – wax. You put the paper on it and ripped the hair out. The wax burned and then it felt like hundreds of pins and needles. And you did that, all over. My legs, my chest, my armpits – you even waxed around my asshole and along my eyebrows with small strips of wax to make them all thin and shaped. You didn’t wax my balls. For those, you unlocked the chastity device and shaved, using a pink razor. I know it was pink, you held it up in my face to gloat.
You had a bag of ice handy, and put it on my cock – my hard cock. It grew while you shaved me; your touch was oh so sublime. But, it shrank with the ice and you soon locked it back up. You pulled a pink collar out of somewhere and tightened around my neck. “Hmmm, it needs something.” You went out of the room again and came back holding a small padlock and a leash. “Perfect.” You put the lock on the collar and attached the leash. The end dropped and bounced off my chest as you reached up and cut the zap strap holding my hands above my head. You grabbed the leash and led me to your bedroom.
“Sit,” you said, pointing at a chair in the middle of the room. You got out a hairbrush and started brushing my hair roughly. “Hmmm, yeah, you need pigtails. They’ll match your collar.” So, you pulled my hair roughly and brushed it and put it back and put pink elastics on it. “Needs ribbons.” So you tied ribbons around the elastics – pink ribbons. You finished making me over. Black eyeliner and mascara, but everything else was pink. Eyeliner, lipstick, nail polish, even on my toenails.
“Put these on” you handed me back the panties.
I put them on. “Garters” you handed them to me. “Raise your legs.” I did. You slid the garter up my legs and then attached them to pink stockings that you slid on as well. “I got you something.” You held up a pair of pink heels and grabbed my feet. Putting them on, you tightened the straps and then put two small padlocks on them, locking me in. “How do they fit?”
I was beet red. “They fit fine.” I paused. “Mistress.”
“Good.” You noticed my cheeks. “That’s what I forgot.” You put blush, pink blush, on my cheeks. “Got you something else.” You held up a pair of C-cup falsies and a pink bra. “Put them on.”
“Please no.” I looked down, speaking softly. You cut me off with a slap, then slapped me two more times. I, weakly, took them, the falsies, and held them up to my chest.
“Good girl,” you put the bra on for me. “Put this on.” You handed me a pink dress that would look more appropriate on a doll. “Got to look pretty for our guests.”
“Guests?” I swallowed.
“Yes, guests. It’s rather lonely around here with J & K gone for the weekend. I thought we could use some more company. What are you doing? I said put it on.” You smacked me once again and I obeyed. “So pretty, so pretty, but you need to be taught a lesson, you naughty girl. You just don’t know how to obey.” You led me to your living room and pushed me over the arm of the couch. “Stay.”
You left the room and came back with a big bag. Taking out a clasp, you pulled my hands behind my back and stuck the cuffs together with it. “Tight?” I nodded. “Good.” You smacked my ass. “I’m going to like this.” And you did. You smacked me, cackling. You beat my ass with your flogger, and paddle. Then you got rough and brought out your whip. And you beat me, over, and over, and over. I cried. I whimpered. I snivelled. I begged you to stop. I strained against my bindings, but all you’d do is pull my leash and force me back down. Eventually, after so much beating, you stopped. My face was wet. My ass was sore and bloody. It stuck to the dress.
“Need to touch up your makeup.” You stood me up, then sat me back down on the couch. And you took care touching it up, being extra careful not to smudge it. “Got to make you extra pretty for our guests.” You said once more, tugging my leash for emphasis. After you retouched my makeup, you reached into your bag.
‘Princess’ is what the earrings said. “But my ears aren’t…” I trailed off. You held up a needle and an alcohol swab.
“Breath” you said, terse, as you poke the needle through each time. “No blood and you didn’t even whine. Good girl.” The doorbell rang. “Go get it.” I paused; you slapped my ass. “Oh wait,” and pulled on my left pigtail to tighten it. “Okay go.”
You had a bag of ice handy, and put it on my cock – my hard cock. It grew while you shaved me; your touch was oh so sublime. But, it shrank with the ice and you soon locked it back up. You pulled a pink collar out of somewhere and tightened around my neck. “Hmmm, it needs something.” You went out of the room again and came back holding a small padlock and a leash. “Perfect.” You put the lock on the collar and attached the leash. The end dropped and bounced off my chest as you reached up and cut the zap strap holding my hands above my head. You grabbed the leash and led me to your bedroom.
“Sit,” you said, pointing at a chair in the middle of the room. You got out a hairbrush and started brushing my hair roughly. “Hmmm, yeah, you need pigtails. They’ll match your collar.” So, you pulled my hair roughly and brushed it and put it back and put pink elastics on it. “Needs ribbons.” So you tied ribbons around the elastics – pink ribbons. You finished making me over. Black eyeliner and mascara, but everything else was pink. Eyeliner, lipstick, nail polish, even on my toenails.
“Put these on” you handed me back the panties.
I put them on. “Garters” you handed them to me. “Raise your legs.” I did. You slid the garter up my legs and then attached them to pink stockings that you slid on as well. “I got you something.” You held up a pair of pink heels and grabbed my feet. Putting them on, you tightened the straps and then put two small padlocks on them, locking me in. “How do they fit?”
I was beet red. “They fit fine.” I paused. “Mistress.”
“Good.” You noticed my cheeks. “That’s what I forgot.” You put blush, pink blush, on my cheeks. “Got you something else.” You held up a pair of C-cup falsies and a pink bra. “Put them on.”
“Please no.” I looked down, speaking softly. You cut me off with a slap, then slapped me two more times. I, weakly, took them, the falsies, and held them up to my chest.
“Good girl,” you put the bra on for me. “Put this on.” You handed me a pink dress that would look more appropriate on a doll. “Got to look pretty for our guests.”
“Guests?” I swallowed.
“Yes, guests. It’s rather lonely around here with J & K gone for the weekend. I thought we could use some more company. What are you doing? I said put it on.” You smacked me once again and I obeyed. “So pretty, so pretty, but you need to be taught a lesson, you naughty girl. You just don’t know how to obey.” You led me to your living room and pushed me over the arm of the couch. “Stay.”
You left the room and came back with a big bag. Taking out a clasp, you pulled my hands behind my back and stuck the cuffs together with it. “Tight?” I nodded. “Good.” You smacked my ass. “I’m going to like this.” And you did. You smacked me, cackling. You beat my ass with your flogger, and paddle. Then you got rough and brought out your whip. And you beat me, over, and over, and over. I cried. I whimpered. I snivelled. I begged you to stop. I strained against my bindings, but all you’d do is pull my leash and force me back down. Eventually, after so much beating, you stopped. My face was wet. My ass was sore and bloody. It stuck to the dress.
“Need to touch up your makeup.” You stood me up, then sat me back down on the couch. And you took care touching it up, being extra careful not to smudge it. “Got to make you extra pretty for our guests.” You said once more, tugging my leash for emphasis. After you retouched my makeup, you reached into your bag.
‘Princess’ is what the earrings said. “But my ears aren’t…” I trailed off. You held up a needle and an alcohol swab.
“Breath” you said, terse, as you poke the needle through each time. “No blood and you didn’t even whine. Good girl.” The doorbell rang. “Go get it.” I paused; you slapped my ass. “Oh wait,” and pulled on my left pigtail to tighten it. “Okay go.”