From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Slut Document (M/f, slut, bdsm)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 16:59:56 GMT

			 A Slut's Punishment

	He glared at her as she stood shivering in the center of the
room, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with several turns of
rope. He couldn't remember when he'd been so furious with her. He
wondered briefly whether she was shivering from fear or because she
was naked in the cool room, then dismissed the question as
unimportant.

	"Go in the bathroom," he ordered. "Stand next to the bathtub,
facing the wall.

	" She turned to obey.

	"Wait!" he snapped. "Take this with you.

	" She shrank slightly back from the bull whip he held out but
then took the thick, rough handle between her teeth.

	As she walked to the bathroom, her head was held high and her
eyes glittered with a strange mixture of pride, anger, sexual
excitement and fear. He knew the pride and anger wouldn't last long.
The excitement wasn't his concern, except as he could use it to
enhance her torment. The fear was justified.

	He slowly gathered the items he would use, giving her time to
contemplate the punishment she was about to receive.

	When he entered the bathroom, he saw that she had obeyed
him.He had known she would. Although the bathroom was warm, she was
still shivering.

	He laid the things he had brought with him on the side of the
bathtub where she could see them: Several lengths of rope and two
nipple clamps. He saw her eyes widen in surprise as he set the dildo
down. It was new and she hadn't seen it yet. It was huge, and its
entire surface was covered with raised knobs about a half inch in
diameter. She could not see the four foot long rod he laid on the
floor behind her heels.

	He noticed her glancing at the hooks he had placed in the
wall, just above the tub at each end. They were new, too, and he knew
she would like to ask about them if she dared.

	"Spread your legs.

	" She did so, and he knelt and fastened the leather cuff
around her right ankle to the hook in one end of the rod. He tapped
her left ankle.

	"Wider."

	Her left ankle was similarly fastened.

	He picked up a length of rope, doubled it, passed it around
the ropes binding her wrists and tossed the looped end over the
sturdily fastened shower curtain rod.

	When he ran the loose ends through the loop and tugged on
them, her arms were pulled upward behind her back, forcing her to bend
forward. He pulled her arms up as high as they would go and listened
to her low moans as he tied the ends of the rope securely. He knew he
would not be able to leave her this way for long, that her shoulders
would soon begin to cramp. Well, she could stand it for a little
while. He would release her hands later, when he had a use for them.

	The nipple clamps had rings in the ends of them and tightened
when the rings were pulled. Long cords were tied to the rings. He
gently caressed her right nipple until it was firm and hard, and then
fastened a clamp to it. He ran the cord from the clamp through the
hook at thee nd of the tub.

	By the time the pain had subsided enough for her whimpering to
stop, he was repeating the process on the left side. He drew the ends
of both cords up behind her back, under her arms, and pulled them
tight.

	As he pulled on them, her breasts were pulled downward and
outward by the clamps.

	She bent over still further to relieve the pressure on her
nipples. He stood back a little and examined her. She still wasn't
low enough - he wanted her mouth at cock height. But her shoulders
were already twisted almost beyond endurance.

	"Can you bend any lower?" he asked.

	Her voice was muffled by the whip in her mouth, but the shake
of her head was eloquent.

	"We'll see," he murmured, and pulled on the cords still more.

	Sure enough, her body lowered another inch or two. Still not
low enough, but it was a problem she would have to work out when the
time came. As he stood behind her, tying the cords behind her back to
hold her in place, she felt his hard cock press against her exposed
ass.

	"Give me the whip."

	She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, offering him
the whip. He saw the apprehension in her eyes and knew what she was
expecting. He had often fucked her in the ass while stinging her with
the whip, not necessarily for punishment, but just because it felt so
wonderful. Her ass would tighten and squeeze him every time the whip
fell, and he could control the strength and frequency of the
contractions simply by how hard and fast he whipped her. This time,
though, she was in for a surprise.

	He felt the handle of the whip. An inch and a half in
diameter, its rough surface was made of braided strips of leather,
with a large bulge at the end.

	"I'm surprised it's not wetter, after being in your mouth so
long. It would have been to your advantage to drool on it a little."

	He paused to allow the implication of his remark sink in. Her
head whipped around, and he could see the panic in her face as she
glanced from the rough grip to his eyes.

	"Please," she begged, "stick it in my cunt first."

	He passed a hand between her legs. Sure enough, her cunt was
dripping. The slut was excited, in spite of herself.

	"No."

	He didn't want the whip that wet. Besides, he wasn't about to
do anything that might give her pleasure. She was being punished. "

	But I'll let you lick it, if you can reach it."

	He held the grip at the right side of her face, with the end
pointing toward her, just far enough away so that she could turn her
head and reach the end of the knob with her outstretched tongue.

	She leaned sideways, trying to take the grip in her mouth.

	As she leaned, the clamp on her left nipple tightened, and her
breast was pulled and stretched even more. She lapped frantically at
the end of the whip and finally, in desperation, spat on it. He
slapped her once, across the face.

	"It's not ladylike to spit," he explained.

	He spread her cheeks and inserted the end of the handle. She
screamed. She continued screaming as he slowly pushed it deeper and
deeper into her, almost all of the handle's 8 inches. Her scream rose
to a shriek when he jerked it roughly out again.

	Before she could catch her breath, he shoved it back in, fast
and deep, and fucked her with it in several hard, quick strokes. She
was wailing, sobbing. Good. He stopped, gave it a twist or two back
and forth, and turned it loose, leaving a couple of inches of the
heavy handle sticking out so that its weight would pull down on her
asshole.

	He stood back and regarded her. The whip coming out of her ass
and trailing onto the floor looked like a little tail. Cute.

	He stepped into the tub and leaned against the wall in front
of her, his knees slightly bent, to make it more difficult to reach
his cock. She knew what was expected. She tried to lower her head to
his cock, reaching for it with her tongue.

	But she seemed unable, of her own volition, to put any more
pressure on her shoulders by lowering her body further.

	As he watched her struggle and listened to her whimpers of
fear at the consequences of failure, he felt an amused compassion for
his whore.

	"Would you like some help?" he asked gently, gazing down into
her pleading, upturned eyes.

	"Please, Master, could you just stand up a little higher?" she
asked hopefully.

	"No, I'm comfortable like I am. But I will see if I can help
you a little."

	He reached out and grasped both cords attached to her nipples
and pulled down ward firmly. Amazing what a little encouragement can
do, he thought as her mouth sank around his cock.

	God, could this woman give head! He leaned his head against
the wall and closed his eyes, allowing her to work her magic.

	After a while, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. He
noticed she was keeping her ass very still. Normally her pelvis
rotated slowly, involuntarily, while she was sucking him. Of course,
any motion of her ass would cause the whip to shift positions. That
would probably hurt quite a lot. He stroked her hair.

	"Are you happy to have my cock in your mouth?"

	She nodded her head, never pausing in her efforts to please
him.

	"Then why aren't you wagging your tail, Jane my love?" he
asked softly.

	She audibly caught her breath, stiffened and froze in dread
for an almost imperceptible moment, then began jerking her ass quickly
back and forth, at the same time shoving her throat deep around his
cock to give him the full benefit of the scream he felt rather than
heard.

	It was too much. He wasn't ready to come yet. He grasped her
hair and pulled her head away from him. He stepped out of the tub. She
was gasping and moaning. He didn't know whether it was from excitement
or pain or both. He didn't care. But he did notice that she had
stopped wagging her tail.

	He grabbed the handle of the whip, rammed it roughly in and
out of her a few times, and then yanked it out.

	Then, just because he was enjoying hearing her cries, he
shoved it back in and pulled it out slowly once more, twisting as he
pulled. He sat on the edge of the tub and held the handle up to her
mouth. She looked at him in horror, then turned her face away. "Clean
it, Jane. The whip is your lover. Clean your lover off."

	"No," she begged, "please, Master, no. Please don't make me."

	He did not raise his voice. His calm, low tone chilled her.

	"I would suggest that you clean this whip, and that you do it
right now. You are going to be very, very sorry if you don't."

	She cleaned the whip. Thoroughly. He held it so that he could
watch her face while she worked. She stopped once and asked him for a
drink of water.

	"Not now. I'll give you something to wash it down with in a
little while."

	"Very good, Jane," he said when she was finished. "I'm very
pleased with you. In fact, I am so pleased I'm going to fuck you in
your cunt instead of your ass. Would you like me to let your arms
down?"

	Her head sank and she sobbed in relief. It was over. She was
forgiven. And it hadn't been so bad, after all. Now he was going to
fuck her throbbing pussy, and maybe she could find release from the
passion and sexual tension that were wracking her body.

	He untied the rope that had pulled her arms up, but she still
could not stand upright because of the clamps pulling down on her
nipples.

	As the tension on her arms was released, she struggled to keep
her balance on her outspread feet. He untied her wrists, and she moved
her hands to the far side of the tub, bracing herself. He massaged her
aching shoulders, noticing that her pelvis was already rotating in
anticipation of his cock. If she could have seen his smile, she would
have been terrified.

	He stood behind her and picked up the whip, explaining that he
was going to whip her until he came. She shuddered, but this she had
suffered before. She knew she could stand it, if he didn't hit her
too hard. At least he wasn't going to fuck her ass!

	Her cunt pulsed around his cock as he entered her. She waited
for him to begin thrusting, but he held himself very still. She cried
out when the whip fell across her back.

	"Make me come, cunt," he ordered. "I'm not going to move.
You're going to have to do it by yourself."

	The whip fell again. He traced his finger along a red welt
that was rising across her back.

	"And the quicker you get it done, the quicker I'll stop
whipping you."

	She was able to thrust only once before a searing pain ripped
across her right breast, just above where the clamp was attached to
her nipple. "Be still."

	She watched the welt rise on her breast and waited to be told
what she had done wrong.

	"You know, I like the way your breasts are pulled out to the
side like that," he commented. "Makes them easy to get to. I forgot to
tell you, YOU can't move either. The only thing you can move is your
hands."

	He began whipping her across the back again.

	She pondered that for a moment and squeezed her pussy around
him experimentally.

	"Yes, that feels very nice," - whack - "but it's hardly enough
to make me come, is it?"

	He switched to whipping her thighs.

	She thought frantically through a fog of pain. She remembered
once when he had made her fuck her own ass with her fingers, while the
fingers of her other hand were inside her cunt. She recalled how the
hand in her cunt could feel the fingers moving in her ass, and how her
cunt had contracted every time she withdrew her fingers.

	Bracing herself on the far side of the tub with one hand, she
bent further over to give herself room to work. She reached behind
herself with her other hand and carefully shoved three fingers - the
most she'd ever been able to get inside - as deep as they would go
into her tender ass and began to jab them in and out, trying to press
down against his cock at the same time.

	He allowed her to continue for a while - it really did feel
very nice - before telling her that it probably wouldn't work because
her fingers weren't long enough to reach the tip of his cock. With a
cry of frustration and agony, she jerked her fingers out of her ass.

	She tried thrusting with her pelvis again, but a series of
blows across her tortured breasts quickly discouraged that idea. He
went back to whipping her back and thighs and, now that her ass was
more accessible because of her lower position, he whipped that, too.

	She considered begging him not to beat her so hard. He
sometimes responded to such pleas during their lovemaking. But she
suddenly realized that that would be futile. This was not lovemaking.
She had been mistaken; her punishment was far from over.

	With this new insight, she whipped her head wildly back and
forth, searching for an answer. The distraction of his throbbing cock
inside her and the burning of the whip didn't help. What did he want?
She spotted the dildo. She had forgotten about it! The lurch of his
cock when he saw her eyes fall on the dildo confirmed what he wanted.
She snatched it up and brought it to her mouth to wet it.

	Then she paused. If she used it dry, it would hurt more, which
would probably excite him and make him come faster.

	Then the whipping would stop. Which was worse? The whip, or
shoving this huge, lumpy THING into her ass bone dry? A lash across a
very sensitive, already tortured part of her thigh made the decision
for her.

	"Help me, Master!" she wailed. "Spread my ass for me! Please!"

	He complied, gladly, spreading her cheeks with one hand while,
with the other, his passion drove him to beating her even harder and
faster.

	She raised the dildo above her ass and, without hesitating,
jammed it downward. She threw her head back and began her scream
before it ever touched her. It rose to an ear-splitting shriek as the
dildo ripped into her.

	As soon as it was in as far as it would go, she immediately
began pumping it in and out in long, rapid strokes. God, it felt
incredible. With every stroke, her cunt pulsed fiercely, sucking him
deeper into her. The knobbed shaft stroking his cock was exquisite.
Oh, yes. He was going to make this last a while. She must have finally
realized his intention, because she suddenly switched the angle of
entry of the dildo, pulling it upward and forcing it down harder
against his cock. He saw with appreciation the way this new angle
stretched her asshole.

	He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting
her head around so he could see her face. Beautiful. Her mouth was
distorted in pain. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was
sobbing so hard she could hardly catch her breath. and what breath
there was came out in long, deep shuddering moans. Her eyes were
squeezed shut.

	"Look at me, cunt," he ordered. She didn't hear - she seemed
to be in some sort of trance. He brought the whip down directly on a
nipple, and her eyes flew open. "Look at me," he repeated.

	She looked. The whip fell continuously now, but her body
forgot to jerk as she stared unblinking into his eyes. She was
absolutely still, except for the hand that was relentlessly pumping
the dildo in and out of her ass. His eyes burned into her, branding
her, possessing her, as he came.

	He sat back and watched her gingerly pull the dildo out of her
ass. One final squeal escaped her lips as it came away. He didn't have
to say a word. His eyes ordered her. She brought the dildo to her
mouth and began cleaning it slowly, carefully with her tongue. It took
a while to clean around all the little knobs.

	When she was finished, she looked up at him and shoved the
dildo deep into her mouth, drawing it in and out slowly. It wasn't
necessary; it was already clean. She just thought he might enjoy
seeing her fuck her mouth with it. She looked ridiculous. He laughed
at her, and she flushed with embarrassment.

	"You want something to wash that down with?" he asked.

	"Yes. Please," she whimpered.

	He stepped into the tub to do what he had put her over the tub
for in the first place. He spread his feet to keep from getting them
wet. She stiffened briefly when she realized what he was about to do,
but there was no protest, no turning away. In the tear-streaked face
she held up to him, he saw was only acceptance. He thought it would
probably be a long time before she ever defied him again.

	Although her mouth was open wide, he didn't begin peeing into
it immediately. He first soaked her hair and covered her breasts. Her
body jerked slightly when urine touched the streaks on her breasts
that had been opened by the lash, but her face remained serene, her
eyes closed but not squeezed tight. Her breath quickened.

	The stream of piss splashed into her face and then began to
fill her mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow and immediately
opened it again. Twice more he filled her mouth before he was done. He
considered letting her lick him off, but decided he didn't want to put
his cock into such a filthy place. He shook himself off in her face
and stepped out of the tub, jerking the clamps off her nipples as he
went.

	He released her ankles.

	"Get in the tub," he ordered harshly. "I don't want you
dripping pee all over the house."

	She collapsed into the bottom of the tub and lay on her back.
Her pelvis was slowly grinding, and she looked up at him with pleading
eyes.

	"The little cunt is turned on," he thought. "Well, that's her
problem. I'm through with her for now."

	Before turning to leave, he picked up the dildo and shoved it
casually, contemptuously, into her cunt.

	At the door, he paused and looked back at her, her head thrown
back, her eyes glazed,fucking herself madly with the dildo.

	"What a slut," he laughed as he pulled the door shut behind
him.