The fingers snapped again and started the process all over, the female was buried in her and bringing her back to where she was. Her nipples were throbbing and crying to her internally. She wanted the clamps off. The pain exploded in her clit, the tongue on her flicked it and the chain pulled taunt. She could feel it all the way up in her throat making her arch into the pulling chain and the pain as she cried out. The release of the chain came and the fingers and tongue went back to their initial gentleness and urgency to bring her off.

“Are you allowed to cum without permission?”

“Rarely Master.” She managed to get out.

She had played this game enough to know the consequences for disobedience. She took her thoughts to what Brent would do to her if he walked in at this moment. It never crossed her mind that he would not be angry with the man, but angry with her for letting another touch her without his consent. It did not matter that she had no choice. This cooled her need for orgasm enough to gain some composure to hear the whispering man who claimed to be her new owner.

“Brent walks through the door, whose orders do you follow given the choice?”

Now he was going for the throat if this was a set up.

She sighed uncomfortably and felt her blood run cold through her body. This was good for obeying the “No cumming without permission”, but bad for her body as it brought all the pain back to her brain surrounding her nipples and clit.

“Yours sir.”

He pulled the chains attached to all three clamps and made her squeal in pain through gritted teeth and clenched jaw.

“Whose?”

“Yours Master.”

The tears started harder as she fought back the yearning to plead with him to remove the clamps and just let the female let her cum. She wanted the unwelcome female off her, she wanted the man that proclaimed to be her new Master and owner to fade away and leave her be. He leaned over her and whispered again as soon as the female brought her to where he wanted her.

“Beg your new Mistress to let you cum.”

This brought on the sobbing and a small “no” escaped her mouth. It was a pleading no, one of disbelief, not defiance. It did not matter, it was out, and the man would do as he pleased, so she did not try to explain it.
She expected a hand to connect with her face as she braced for the impact. Instead, she heard a loud snap and pain seared from her right breast. The snap came again and the pain seared from her left breast. The clamps felt like they had tore into her flesh and the small cries shook her throat as a hand came over her mouth to muffle some of the sound she thought. The hand was stopping all air intake and outtake as it was covering her nose as well. Then the snap came four more times to each breast. The pain was starting to take over and make her fall into darkness with the lack of air. The need to scream for it all to stop was yelling at her inside. She wanted to beg forgiveness for her stupidity and do whatever he wanted just to be able to breathe or die.

Chapter 3

The hand left her face as sudden as it had come. The painful snapping had ceased. She was recovering her breathing and the ministrations of the female had increased to bring her to the edge once again.

“Beg your new Mistress to let you cum.”

Through the tears she began her begging and pleading with the female.

“Please Mistress, may I cum.”

She needed this humiliation over. She felt the head shake no. Neither was going to let this go easy. The fingers became increasingly faster and harder, and then slowed along with the tongue.
“I think you had better try harder than that.”

The newly proclaimed Mistress started plunging into her harder then slower and she tried to meet the thrusts of the fingers and tongue as she cried and gurgled through the pain and the increasing need for it all to be harder to get her closer. Then everything stopped. She was panting and crying. She wanted this over. She had to admit she needed to cum, she had to admit she needed the female to make her cum. She knew exactly what she needed to do and struggled to get in out of her mouth like she was almost always made to do to get any release of the frenzy inside her or relief from the pain crying to her.

“Please my new Mistress, please make me cum, hurt me, shove your hand inside me and fuck me hard, and make me cum, please Mistress.”

The male whispering in her ear returned, the female returned to making her need her while shaking her head yes.

“Better, we will work on it, now cum whore.”

The command was there, the pain was there, the female making her cry was there, and she exploded into pain and the ecstasy of the release. The clamps ripped off her in the middle of her orgasm, eliciting the first real scream from her of the afternoon.

“Go blow Bryan, he needs something after that.” The voice ordered her newly proclaimed Mistress as she recovered her small amount of control to her body. The tears were dying down finally, but all she wanted to do was curl up, nurse her sore body parts, and cry for forgiveness to a god she never felt mercy from or had seen.

“Get the game whore?”

“Yes Master.”

“Explain it to me then.”

She sighed and tried to control her tears and fears. It was a common game. One she knew well.

“Obedience equals reward. Disobedience equals punishment, Master.”

End Part One