J. MacGuire - Master and baby

I heard Kitten skip across the stone floor to the toy chest, and the drawer sliding open. She giggled, as the drawer slammed shut.

Master's hand was on my stomach, his finger tapping gently in the puddle of water from the now completely melted ice cube. Kitten was back at his side in a flash. He rolled the plug in the water and trailed it down my stomach over my heat and shoved it into my anus. I bucked with the force but I knew it would be fast and hard. I anticipated the stretching searing pain and didn't scream out. My head rocked back and forth, I didn't want the gag.

Master patted each of my butt cheeks and said, "Kitten, kiss Baby goodbye for now." Her soft lips met mine. I felt her smile turn into a heated demanding kiss to be released all to soon. "Baby, I want you to think about control. You are completely in mine, everything you do I allow. I do not allow you to touch yourself without permission." With the last word said, Master hit the remotes on button and the plug vibrated on high. I wasn't prepared for him to do that just yet. I thought he'd leave me before doing so, and I moaned. The vibrating stopped instantly.

"Get the "O" ring gag, Kitten," Master barked out, "put it on her and come to the kitchen when you're done." Disgust rolled off Master's tongue.

The lock on the door clicked and Kitten slipped the gag into my mouth and fastened it on the side. "I've never seen Master so upset, Baby," she whispered and left as well.

Total quiet enveloped me; tears were rolling from under the blindfold over my cheeks. I was here through no one's fault but my own. I had deeply hurt my Master, my love, by my behavior. Cold dread radiated through me as the plug kicked on again and off almost as fast. Master once said that in punishment each action reflected a pain in his heart, inaction sorrow. All was still but my involuntary muscle contractions.

As I lay in the dark of the blindfold with no sounds, my body trembling from the chill in the room and penned up desires. I began to see Master in the kitchen. I could picture the scene as if I was there. Kitten, with that little gold chastity belt, fluttering around Master, begging him to touch her, not in words but with her eyes and body movements, craving his hands on her.

I imagined Master caressing her butt cheeks as she stood next to him, running his hands up her back, while she turned toward him offering her lily-white breasts with their hard mauve nipples, him taking one in hand rubbing his thumb over the bud.

With that thought my body went hot from head to toe and I shifted in my confines, the clips on my own nipples and pussy pulled hard and I cried out through the "O" as the pain coursed through them. The gentle throbbing had turned to a pounding, and my heat was dripping with need. "Master," I tried to moan.

As if my plea had been heard the plug began to vibrate, shaking me to my very soul. Flashes of Master sucking on Kitten’s nipple raced through my mind, as sensation from the vibrator brought me closer to the peak of pleasure. "Aghh," it stopped, and I spiraled back; every nerve in my body cried for satisfaction. I pulled on my bonds to no avail. How I needed!

Fingers clenching, itching to rub my heat to bring myself an end to what had been started. I was restrained totally. Master knew I'd reach this point, I knew I would, but not this early in my punishment. He wanted to me to know what true need was, that my playing with myself at the slightest provocation was not allowed and was nothing compared to the need I could feel. I burned with desire.

Think of something else my mind screamed, anything, think of… Master, Kitten… Stan. Kitten between them, their mouths sucking on her, laying her face down over the edge of the counter in the kitchen. No, something else… Master's hands splayed over Kitten’s ass, rubbing and caressing it, Kitten moaning, purring at the touch. Stan holding Kitten's hands as Master applied the paddle to Kitten's cheeks turning them from alabaster white to cherry red.

Kitten crying out in pleasure and pain as Master applied the paddle to her bottom, over and, the chastity belt pressing into her heat.

Master's face aglow with delight, enjoying the fact that one was doing as she was instructed. Kitten basking in Master's attention. Faster and faster his strokes went, in time with the beat of my heart.

"Oh…" The vibrator was going again and I was aflame with desire. Lightening hot flashes charged through my veins, only to be cut short of their final goal as the plug shut off again, dropping me to the pit of molten despair. I cried out in my need, tears flooding my eyes. How could Master do this to me? Why was he torturing me?

I heard an inner voice over my screams saying, "it isn't Master who's doing this to you, you did this to yourself. If you had listened you would be where Kitten is, you would be satisfied, pampered, loved."

" No, Master loves me, I know he does. He won't leave me like this for long," I cried.

"Not until you learn, Baby. Will you learn? Will you learn?" echoed my subconscious.

I was floating again, over the kitchen, looking down at Kitten as Master cradled her in his arms, kissing away her tears. The gentle smile of satisfaction on her pretty face as she cuddled close to him. The look of pleasure on Master and Stan’s faces because Kitten had performed well.

The vibrator was on again, pulsating on and off, with only enough time in between for me to gasp a breath. My body was shaking and twitching so hard the small breaths of air I could get weren't enough to steady me. I was tossed me to the edge only to drag me back before I could cum.

Swish, crack, came to my ears before the pain radiated from my thighs. Swish, crack, again and again as the flogger bit into my thighs. The plug was turned off as the whip hit then turned on again as the last piece of leather moved away – over and over again. Every nerve in my body begged for release. I heard myself moaning through the "O" ring, begging and pleading for it. Then all went still.

My heart pounded in every inch of my body. My moans, now whimpers, were the only sound in the room. I strained to hear someone moving. I lay there trying to anticipate what would come next. Still nothing happened. My body shakes had slowed, and goose bumps started to rise on my body. The endorphin high was ebbing.

The door opened and closed once again to complete silence.

"Baby," Kitten's voice came through a fog, "Baby, Master sent me to release you." Kitten peeled back the wax and released my breasts from the clamps. They were so sensitive to the cool air in the dungeon. I was pulling on the cuffs – my fingers wanted to rub my breasts.

She move to my wildly throbbing heat and undid the clips, patting them twice, I bucked with the sudden impact as the blood came crashing back into my lips. Trailing her hand up my legs she undid one and then the other laying them gently on the table. I tried to close them but she pushed them apart with a slap to my thigh. "No, Baby." My hands where clenching with the need to touch myself.

The blindfold and gag were still in place and my hands were still attached to the table. I heard her move to the toy chest and thought she was replacing the clips until she returned and slipped a three-inch thick leather collar around my neck. She then attached the cuffs binding my wrist to the six-inch chains that were attached to the collar at the back.

Helping me to a sitting position, she moved my legs to hang over the table, and stood between my spread thighs. I could rest my hands on my shoulders but I couldn't reach any lower – I tried.

Laughing at my feeble attempt, Kitten peeled the rest of the wax from my breast, scraping her fingers over my tender flesh. She finished removing the wax completely off the right one, when she pulled the nipple into her mouth and started to suck hard. My body was hot lava, flowing to her mouth.