YesSir's blog post - Serving Master (cont..) comments and PMs welcome

“That’s right BITCH, get that tongue working. Get it right in.”

My face forced tight against my Master’s ass, by the chain, which pulls agonisingly at my nipples, I use my tongue as instructed. Doing all I can to please kissing, licking, sliding my tongue as deep as possible within my Master’s tight hole, savouring the taste and heady aroma. After a period of time, which I cannot measure due to the pain I am feeling, but also the pleasure from my situation and servitude (evident from my growing erection encased within my sissy lace panties), my Master decides I have performed adequately at my task and releases the chain from his grasp. The reprieve from the pain on my nipples from the chain being pulled is very short lived, for as my Master releases his grip of it, gravity takes over and the attached weight falls rapidly stopped only when the chain pulls sharply at my nipples. The sudden sharp pain causing me to lean forward, and release an audible wince of pain.

“Ohh… did that hurt bitch. Well get used to it, there is a lot more to come…
… And try to make out you don’t get off on it. You think I haven’t noticed your pathetic excuse for an erection, well don’t worry you’ll have plenty of experience of real cocks by the time I’m finished with you.”

My Master then grabs me by my hair and raises me to my feet, and walks me towards a table. Walking causes the weight attached to nipples via the chain to swing, pulling alternately at one nipple then the other, though the stabs of pain only slightly register due to burning pain that is almost constant from the previous treatment. Standing at the end of the table my Master has me to bend over the edge of the table, and then releases his grip of my hair. Bending over, allows the weight pulling at my flesh to rest on the table, alleviating some of the pain, but I know this respite from my anguish will not last.
If I wished a life without pain to go with pleasure I would not be here, dressed as I am bent over a table, my chest still throbbing from its treatment, and my cock straining against the lace material of my sissy panties. As my mind wanders between my the opposites of pleasure and pain, and which I crave the most, I feel my Masters riding crop gently caress the inside of my thigh through the silkiness of my stockings. The subtlety of its touch as it moves up my leg over my stocking and coming into contact with my naked flesh above my stocking top, tracing delicately the contour of my panty covered sissy ass is almost as electrifying as when that same riding crop struck savagely against my chest. My body gives an involuntary shudder, pain and pleasure from the same instrument, my cock twitches…but pleasure is now to be replaced. As I revel in the feel of my Master’s riding crop caressing my legs and ass, I am sharply awakened as the crop lands on the flesh between the top of my stocking and the hem of my skirt.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing SLUT? I am not here for you pleasure, you are here for mine. Lift your skirt, lower your knickers, then hands above your head.”

The order is accompanied with another strike with the crop on the naked flesh of my other thigh. Immediately I follow my instructions, I raise my skirt and push my panties down over my now naked ass until they reach the tops of my stockings. I close my eyes and wait for the crop to strike me, but it does not come. Then I feel cold steel against my wrists, as they placed in handcuffs. Looking up I see my Master attach the cuffs to a chain that secures me to the table. My Master just smiles at me, checks that I am securely shackled to the table, and then walks out of my view behind me. Minutes pass, or it could be seconds my concept of time is confused by the mixture of emotions, pain and pleasure…then I feel my Master’s crop connect with the exposed flesh of my ass.
Harder and intensely more painful than that which had been administered to my chest and nipples, instinctively I try to move forward away from the strike of the crop, but against the table I have no where to go, I try to not cry out, but fail. I wait for the riding crop to land again, but it does not come, instead…

“Well if you can’t keep quiet, I’ll soon fix that!”

My Master comes into my line of sight again, the riding crop gone from his hand to be replaced with a short leather belt and in his other hand a butt plug. Placing the belt on the table he pulls my head back and forces the butt plug into my mouth.

“This will stop your sissy screams, and you may as well warm it up, because you know where it is going SLUT! Once I’ve warmed your ass up with my crop, then given you the good fucking you deserve.”

Taking the butt plug in my mouth, my Master makes sure I cannot get it out by fastening the belt around it and my head tightly. I wait what is to come, with excitement and fear… then I feel hands on my ass, spreading them. I hear my Master spit, and then feel the wetness land on my open ass. Before I can comprehend that I am not to be struck with the crop, I feel my Master forcing his cock into me. With one thrust he forces himself into me, but any illusions of just being fucked by him are quickly dispelled, as my hair is grabbed pulling my head back and my Master’s hand comes down hard on my ass, then again and again. As his hard cock savagely thrusts deep into me, he beats my ass…this is truly pleasure and pain. I want to scream, cry and moan in ecstasy all at once, but I can’t…the butt plug secured in my mouth ensures that.