She's ''Punished''

She braced herself like she never had before. Waiting for the sting of the flogger; for the crashing blow which would signal the beginning of her punishment.

Instead she felt him reach down, one finger tucking at the piercing on her left nipple. A whimper escaped her throat. The motion was soft and pleasant, leaving her body aching for more.

It got it too. His other hand cupped the side of her face. Kara squeaked, his fingers trailed through her copper hair! Stroking it like a proud lover. The tips of his digits brushed the skin of her face, leaving a trailing wake of tingles.

He started to kiss her. His lips pressed into the side of her neck, each kiss full of affection and love. Kara moaned; her body tensed. This wasn’t what she had expected. What was happening? Why did it feel so good? She didn’t deserve to feel good!

But Richard had decided. His hand played with her hair, and his fingers flicked her nipples, moving back and forth regularly. Her spine arched against the table.

His mouth trailed lower. Oh god, was he going to play with her breasts? He was! His lips closed around one nipple, his tongue worked at the piercing while he sucked! Kara loosed a ragged, gasping moan.

Next, his hands trailed across her body. Touching and stroking and teasing. He wasn’t specifically moving to where she was sensitive. It felt like he was trying to touch all of her, to burn the shape and feel of her skin and body into his mind.

Kara bucked, wrestling against the ropes. Her heart was pounding.

He moved his lips away from her chest, planting another kiss on her forehead. His touch so soft and light. He kissed her on the cheek and then, finally, he kissed her on the lips. The scent of his body lingered in her nose.

Before she knew it, she was kissing him back. Her return was hungry, ****, full of lust and longing and love that she had never felt before. The more he kissed her, the closer he was, the more she realised how empty she had felt up until now. Like the box and her programming had scooped out a part of her that was only now being returned.

She never wanted the moment to end. Her head spun. It was like the daydream of some girl barely an adult. It wasn’t supposed to be a thing that actually happened!

Yet it was.

Richard let the kiss linger for a minute before he finally broke away. Kara lay, gasping on the table.

“You’re mine,” Richard told her. “You’re my ****. My slut. My whore.”

“Yes…”

“And you’ll do what you’re told, no matter what it is?”

“I promise, sir…”

“Then do this, Kara. Believe in yourself. Believe that you are not the person you think you are. You are an amazing woman who has been through hell. Your mind has been twisted. So what if you can only see yourself as a slut or a whore? You’re my slut, my whore. And you mean the world to me. Words cannot describe how beautiful you are.”

Strangely, it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. For a split second, she couldn’t even process it. She realised she was crying.

“Master….Richard…”

“Yes,” he whispered softly. His hands were running across her face, framing her, stroking her. Playing with her copper hair. “I’ll be your master. If you want me to. If you need me to.”

“I don’t deserve this,” she gasped. “I’m a bad girl. I should be punished, not rewarded! I’m just-”

“You’re just everything that you need to be,” Richard told her, his voice sharp. “You’re the woman I love. I’ve never met anyone like you. And if you’re my **** then you’re the most beautiful, deserving, wonderful **** in the world.

“Master…”

“Say it back to me, Kara, Make me believe that you feel it.”

“I can’t!” She was shaking her head. “It’s not true! I-I’m not like that.”

“Why not?”

He was kissing her again. Her body fluttered, soft moans tumbled from her lips. His hands caressed her bare skin, sweeping across her chest and moving slowly lower. Her pussy was throbbing now. When his fingers brushed her vulva, Kara groaned and shivered. He played across it, each touch like a hot little bolt between her legs.

“I don’t…I don’t deserve it…”

“You deserve all of it and more. I won’t have any more talk like this from you, Kara. You don’t know how amazing you are and I’m sick of you missing it.”

Richard bent over her, his lips pressed against her neck. kissing, trailing, teasing and enticing. Kara’s moans and squeaks began to get more ****, the fingers between her legs began to push forward. They pressed deeper into her folds, the walls of her pussy closing tightly about them.

“I’m a slut…” Kara gasped. “I’m a sex-**** who doesn’t deserve this!”

Richard broke his trail of kisses for long enough to speak.

“That’s your programming talking. You know you deserve this and more. You’re stronger than it. You always have been. Be stronger now.”

And then he went back to kissing her. His hot breath played against her ear, and Kara squealed as his lips closed against it! He was nipping it, pulling it slightly. His other hand was between her legs, his fingers pressing into her now. Summoning aching waves of heat and want with every motion. Kara couldn’t help herself, she was grinding against his fingers. Moving back and forth, almost frantic to keep feeling so good.

She had never felt like this before! Not in all of her life! She was the total focus of Richard’s attention. She threw back her head; Richard’s fingers pushed aside her labia, entering her and making her buck and whine. Her eyes snapped open behind the goggles.

Kara’s moans grew deeper and more primal; her body tightened, and her hands balled into fists. She was so close!

But Richard pulled away, and her pleasure dissolved into an aching coldness. Her body trembled in denial.

“Not so fast,” her master said. “Only good girls are allowed to cum. And good girls know how good they are.”

“Master…”

“You know what I want to hear from you.”

“I can’t!”

“You can and you will if you want to cum. If you want to feel good about yourself.”

“I’m a good girl…”

“Try again. Say it with feeling.”

He was stroking her outer lips, his fingers moving back and forth, filling her with aching want every time they neared her clit. She wanted to cum so much! Her body was pounding, she felt alternately both hot and cold. She needed it!

“I’m a good girl, master! I am! I’m a good girl! I-I-I deserve more credit than I give myself!”

“Good,” She could almost hear Richard’s grin. “More!”

His fingers pressed harder, brushing her slit more firmly now. Her legs quivered. Her clit was pulsing. Oh fuck, oh fuck it was so good.

“I have value! I-I’m someone who matters!”

His hand drifted towards her clit now. His fingers brushed it and she jerked, her mouth opening in a long, silent gasp. A twist of his digits and a tremor rocked her body.

“Oh!”

“Go on,” Richard said. “You want to cum, right? Make me believe it.”

She wanted to cum. Oh god, she wanted to cum so much. But every time she was close, Richard would know. He’d sense it and pull back, leaving her aching with want. Two times it happened, and then three. Trembles raced through her limbs. She just wanted to cum!

“Please! Please! Please! I-I’m a good girl! I’m being too hard on myself! I’m not at fault for what other people do with my creations! I just wanted to make the world better!”

Richard leaned over her then. The fingers of one hand parted her lower lips, fucking her faster and faster as she writhed in pleasure. The other teased her clitoris, brushing the tip of the nub again and again. Ecstasy crackled through her, her **** heaving for air almost destroyed her ability to speak. Heat boiled from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head.

“I have worth!”

Kara’s body convulsed, fighting desperately against the ropes which bound her.

“I have value!”

She was shaking. The heat pooling between her legs. Her body was on fire with passion and she could feel her muscles growing tight.

“I have meaning and am loved!”

She came then. Harder than she ever had before. Her body spasmed her and her hands balled. Her eyes squeezed closed as convulsions swept in waves through every inch of her being. The climax exploded in a way that it never had before, and her pussy grew tighter as Richard continued to stimulate it.

“Oh fuck Richard, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going-”

Her body throbbed; the heat and tightness between her legs grew stronger and stronger. Before she even knew what was happening, it had exploded outwards and she felt it leaving her body.

Kara’s face bloomed crimson.

Had she squirted?

Oh fuck, had she squirted?

But that thought didn’t last too long as the waves of pleasure closed in, **** out any sensible thought at all as she lay and moaned and shivered in the aftereffects of the orgasm.

Richard stayed with her as she did. His fingers played through her hair, his soft lips against her cheeks and neck. It felt amazing. To be cared for and loved so much. He reached for her goggles, pulling them from her head and gazing at her with adoration.

“The next time that you get an order from Isabel or anyone else, remember this day,” he whispered to her. “Remember what you are, Kara. You don’t have to obey her. You’re stronger than her. Who do you belong to?”

“You, master. Always, always, always you.”

“Exactly. And as long as you’re mine, you’ll never have to worry about anyone else.”

“Do you promise?”

Her eyes were wide with tears, but they weren’t tears of self-loathing or remorse or even guilt. For the first time since she had come out of the box, Kara felt free.

“I promise.”

Richard swept her up in a massive hug, holding her naked body tight against his own. She enjoyed it for several moments before a thought occurred.

“Master, you spent all that time on me and none of it on yourself.”

“You needed it,” he chuckled. “You can pay me back later.”

“I promise that I will! And next time, I really do want you to ruin me.”

She kissed him, whispering the words into his ears.

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk straight for a week.”