Spanking, edging, and having to suck cock.

Scratch returns to the area on the wall where the majority of the spanking implements are located. Her fingers slowly trail along each item so every detail is taken in not just through sight but also touch. Her mind quiets to only a dull flicker as she shuts out any stray thoughts. She needs to focus now, to find her center. Find the implement, the one that calls to her. In order to put you deeper into this play she has to find the perfect weapon. It HAS to be perfect, in order to take the play to the next level.

Already you’ve tasted a sweet sting before with the strap. Yet for there not to be a plateau of pain she has to find something meaner. It’s an aspect of her ability as a dom that Scratch prides her on. Being able to shatter a subs expectations. Make them want to see her again, and again. Her wanting to be like a ****, a pure rush, and always leave any one who gets involved with her wanting a bigger, and better hit. That’s the reason she loves the working in the playroom, getting people to come back. Every time she sees a familiar face return to her, her heart sores.

The dark harlequin’s hand then stops as she makes contact with a long black oaken paddle. Plucking the wood spanker from where it rest on the cage wall she brings up to her face. The piece of wood is intricately carved, holding in her hands she turns it over gives a few practice swings before she then lays it back on the wall.

No this is not the one, it won’t serve her purpose. She trials her hand along again, finally stopping when another item catches her interest. In her hand she then takes a short nine tailed whip, just like the paddle she also give it a few test swings. It making a audible whooshing sound as the tassels cut through the air. No, Not this one either Scratch thinks. This isn’t the right tool for job. Laying back the whip She eyes the rest of her armory of disciplinary weapons with a scrutinizing gaze. Needing a perfect instrument for the tune that she wishes to play. Her wishing to make a song that will make you sing out loud with every strike. Then a dark shadow flashes in the harlequin’s eyes as she suddenly stops

She’s finally found it. It’s perfect in every way. The implement is a long thin riding crop about two feet in length. It’s shaft, and base are made up of a stiff compact nylon. The base getting thinner the closer it got to the top end. On the bottom end is a sliver cap that covers the butt of the crop.

about five inches away from the silver end is another silver ring. The space between the two bits of silver are made up of a soft rubber comfort grip with little divots for each finger. The top of the crop has a mean looking flat lip of rubber. The space no doubt used for smacking horses, or in this case unruly submissives. Picking it up Scratch holds the implement in her left hand, her slapping it lightly in the palm of her right to get a rough feel for the damage it can do. Scratch then gives the crop a few swings, you able to hear the loud swish of it slicing through the air even all the way from where you lay on the spanking bench.

All the luster, and allure that drew her to the crop significantly diminishes when she looks back at you. She on your butt she can see still visible pinkish marks from that strapping she gave you. It makes her realize she has to do more. Even if the crop is completely different experience from a strap just spanking you again is boring. She needs to add a spice, a twist to really make this punishment unique. Twirling the crop thoughtfully between her fingers she examines the walls of the cage again. Scanning the collection of bondage, bdsm equipment, and sex toys she then comes upon it. Ahhhh now this will do nicely thinks Scratch. An impish smile grows across her black painted lips as she walks to towards it.

The sound of Scratch’s boots click, click, clicking across the metal floor tells you she’s moving again. The restriction of your bondage again comes to the for front of your mind as you wish you could turn to see what’s she’s doing. There’s a rustle of things be moved around, then some more clicking of boots till Scratch is standing directly in front of you.

“Don’t believe for a second you’ve gotten off lightly.” Scratch says staring down at you with contempt.

“just because this is an alternative punishment doesn’t mean it still won’t be ****.” She says coldly her eyes narrowing at you.

“Yes mistress I understand, I’ll endure it whatever it is.” You say bowing your head thankfully as to not inquire her anger.

“Heh you don’t really have a choice but your compliance is noted.” Sneers Scratch while towering over your helpless form.

While looking downwards with your head bowed you notice that Scratch is holding some sort of device in her hand. It looks like some sort of cylinder with a pouch inside. Your then eyes go wide in excitement as you recognize the device. It’s a portable milking machine! The kind made for cocks not for cows. In all of your time in the club you’ve never actually get around to trying one of those things.

You always meant to, cupcake of course having more then a few of those things tucked away some where on the main floor. Though every time you have attempted to trying them out some other lewd thing, or other club goer stole your attention. This ending up with you completely forgetting about the machine each time. Yet now with out any distractions it looks like this time you’re finally going to get a chance to try it out! You eagernesses how ever doesn’t go un noticed by Scratch. Her mistaking your excitement in thinking about trying the device as you being enthusiastic about taking her judgement.

“With an outlook like that this punishment might just have its desired effect.” Scratch states as she bends down to fiddle with the spanking bench.

“And what effect is that mistress?” You ask prying for details of the dark harlequin’s motivations for this play.

Scratch then comes back in front of you momentarily stopping what ever she is doing to look you in the face while she provides an answer.

“Your submission.” Speaks Scratch, a steely gaze in her eyes as she says each word with a intense seriousness.

You shiver, that stolid nearly emotionless tone of her’s giving off an aura of tempered fortitude. That feeling of controlled power she emits... It makes you feel as if you’ve suddenly become meek, and small. That air of her dominance she gives out swirling around you, and tightens around you. Making your heart race as you feel compelled to again bow your head in reverence before her.

Scratch gives the smallest of smirks as she sees your of gesture of submission it nearly looking like your praying to her as you keep your head turned down. Scratch is quite pleased to see with even minimal action her part she is still helping you find deeper layers of submission.

The dark harlequin then returns to fiddling with the spanking bench. Her opening a hidden hatch by where your crotch is located. She then feeds your cock through that hole leaving your penis hanging in the wind. After that Scratch starts to attach the milker to your cock. Your cock twitching as her latex gloved hand slides your shaft into the milker. Securing it in place she puts a band that connects to the cylinder around the balls of your cock, and ballsack..

“This is self lubricating, so don’t think the Source of your suffering will simply be an irritated dick.” Scratch states her trying to mask her attempt to easy any worries you might have about damaging your cock while still keeping up her illusion as the ruthless executioner.

“Yes mistress.” You promptly respond communicating that you got the message.

After securing the mini milking machine in place Scratch again stands up. That’s when you notice she has a small remote in her hand. Pointing this remote at the milker she then presses a big red button.

You then gasp as the penis pump springs to life. There a hiss of air being expelled, and the rubber pouch begins to shrink around your cock. The pouch gets smaller, and smaller till it’s completely tight around your dick. It’s so sung as hell it nearly feels like your dick is being crushed. Then the machine stars to produce suction. You make a sharp inhale as the sensation hits you. It’s like some one is sucking you off. Though the machine’s suction is much more power then anything even a master class cocksuck can produce.

All your muscles in your body stiffen as the device’s vacuum like **** pulls at your defenseless dick. Your hands beginning to twitching as the sensation is such an overwhelming shock you struggle to cope. The stimuli you feel is so powerful, and concentrated. It doesn’t even come close to any other sort of other penile experience you’ve had, and you’ve had quite a lot. The pouch then relaxes for a second, not breaking contact fully but loosening the grip it has on your sex. There’s another hiss as air is sucked in, and the intensity of the touch fades some what. Hissing once more it tights again, and then loosens. The machine starting to form a moderate pace, that is extremely pleasurable.

It’s as if the machine is alive. Rhythmical breathing around your dick as if it was one giant pleasure making organism. With only a few pumps you feel the self lubrication Scratch was talking kick in as well. A warm wet liquid secreting from the pouch making the pleasure form the squeezing experience that much more intense. That rapidly hardening rod of your’s becoming more tender, and sensitive as the lube coats, and soaks your penis. You start to rock, back and forth on the bondage bench, that animalistic instinct to thrust in response to pleasure having you hump the bench, and shake your hanging cock like a horny pup.

WACK

“Ahh, M-Mistress?” You squeak in confusion, as blast or pain hits your ass.

All that rising pleasure is then cut off by a cruel sting on your ass. Before you can even recover quick like a flash of lightening Scratch again wangs back the crop, and smacks your left cheek.

WACK

“Aah!” You cry out as more pain rocks your body, a bright pink mark fading in from where the crop struck.

WACK

“Argh mistress what have-.”

WACK

“Ergh!”

WACK

You aren’t even able to get out a sentence before you experience more blows. Scratch continuing on spanking you with the crop with out mercy. Her expertly tanning your hide, as with just a smooth snap of the wrist she rains down pain on to your butt.

WACK

“Ehh!”

WACK

“AHHH!”

WACK

“HAHHH!”

WACK

“Argh!!”

The spanking then stops suddenly. Scratch halting it temporarily to increase the milking machine’s tempo by turning a knob on the remote.

“Ohhhhhhh....” You moan, the pace of the mechanical blow job now becoming faster.

Again your humping the bench like a horny bitch the glow of your spanked ass adding a certain spice to the stimulation. The warmth of the crops handy work, a joy for the masochist part of your mind.

WACK

“Ehh!”

WACK

“Eep!”

WACK

“Ahh!”

Reading you like a book, Scratch is able to pick on that masochistic bliss of yours, and is happy to indulge you with some more thwacks. Her simultaneously turning up the speed, and intensity of the suction from the milking machine again. The once methodic tugging of the milker now turning into fast pulls.

SMACK

“ARRGH!”

SMACK

“Ahhh!”

SMACK

“Ahhh!

SMACK

“Haaa!

SMACK

“Ehh!”

SMACK

“Erghhh!”

SMACK

“Ahh!”

Yet appearing to not want to let one side out pace the other in this constant escalation of simulation, she starts putting more vigorous into her swings of the crop. Wanting the volume of pain you feel to match the volume of pleasure you feel.

SMACK

“Ergh

SMACK

“Aghh!”

SMACK

“Haaa!”

SMACK

“Ahhhhh!”

SMACK

“Arghhh!”

As things progress everything in your body seems to become elevated. Your heart pumping at such a rate if a doctor were to take your pulse they would think you’re sprinting. Your breathing too is strained, as between cries of pain you’re practical panting, and gasping. That cock between trembling legs is throbbing, and it’s so hard it nearly hurts. You clench up as the pain, and pleasure start to swirl together. It becoming hard to distinguish the two. Is that sensation a pump? No it has to have been a smack, no wait that was a smack. Or is it...?

SMACK

“Haaa!

SMACK

“Ehh!”

SMACK

“Erghhh!”

SMACK

“Ahh!”

SMACK

“Haaa!

SMACK

“Ehh!”

SMACK

“Erghhh!”

SMACK

“Ahh!”

You’re starting to lose the ability to distinguish pain from pleasure now. It all just seeming to be arousal now, it all just stimulation, wether it pleasure or pain. It’s all tingles. All pushing you towards your climax. A climax which is coming very soon. With your balls which have been churning your cum starting to pull up into your body. Your coming close, so close... You are moaning now... It all so good... It feels like heaven... You thinking you can actually see the pearly gates as you feel an orgasm rising. Yet just as you are about to reach cloud nine Scratch dashes away all that divinity as she turns off the milker.

SMACKKKKKKK

“Argh!” You cry out in pain and frustration as Scratch hits you with an extra hard spank this time, the sting dissipating enough pleasure for your orgasm to be halted.

“Ah, w-why mistress?” You ask looking towards the dark harlequin with a pathetic expression of desperation, your bottom lip quivering a bit.

Scratch doesn’t stay a word, she just stares at you. There not a hint of sympathy in her eyes. **** you can’t help but involuntarily pull at your bondage. You wanting just a singular touch, just for a second. Dancing on the edge like this all you need is teeny bit sensation to send you over the point of no return.

Scratch still says says nothing, her just blankly watching you struggle with the only emotion detectable on the harlequin’s face a small amount of enjoyment. Continuing to writhing around on the spanking bench your a pitiful sight your restraints rattle, and jingle as you pull at them with all your strength. You rock back, and forth on the bench with the need for release you thrust, and buck your cock which while held in the milker is given no stimulation.

SMACK

“Ahh!” You cry out once more as Scratch delivers another

“Enough, stop this miserable display, your judgment, and punishment was brought upon yourself.” Scratch barks, her face hardening as she speaks about some ambiguous crime that your’ve committed, fleshing out the background of this role play a bit more.

Still though the need to cum is so bad, you can’t help but keep rolling your hips, and waving around your cock which is still in the milker in search for any stimulation. You squeezes your eyes shut, as your fingers dig into the cuffs around your wrists as if you simple have the will you can tear right through the leather restrains.
Greatly angered by your choice to continue rebelling a ominous scowl comes across Scratches face.

“Cease this tantrum now!” Roars the dark harlequin, her jaw clenched in anger while raising her crop high in the air.

If you aren’t going to be obedient, she will just have to beat some obedience into you!

SMACK

“Ahh!”

SMACK

“Ahhh!”

SMACK

“Argh!!”

SMACK

“Haaa!”

SMACK

“Erghhh!”

SMACK

“Ughh!”

SMACK

“Nghh!”

Finally you lay still, completely spanked down into submission. Lying there as you take deep breathes in, and out your body rising, and falling in rhythm on the bench, you let what any bit of arousal you still felt shrivel up along with your cock. Your butt marked red, and sore.You’ve been totally, defeated totally, entirely dominated..Squeezing your eyes shut you almost want to cry. However in the denial, and loss of control though there’s a an aspect of pleasure.

That submissive side of you relishing the complete helplessness you feel right now. To have that climax you crave so badly be denied by another just because they wanted it to be so. It made you feel so small, so weak, so completely owned. You mind falling down into sub space with that loss of control. It feels good to be so thoroughly taken over, your desires able to be put rest as they weren’t for you to pursue any more. Weakly raising your head you look up to Scratch. All of that is up to the dark harlequin goddess standing before you.

Meeting your gaze Scratch make sure to search for any sign that you may want to end the play. While she pegs you as some one whose doesn’t seem to a light weight when it comes to bdsm, she still needs to make sure. Her training for the professional role play position in cupcake made sure it was drilled into her head like any one else who worked the rooms that they need It always be watchful of the club goers under their care.

Vigilance is one of the first thing she was taught when she applied for the job. The customers state of mind needing to always be in the back of her head when she was on the job. Even if they have a safe word, and are able to freely communicate situations may arise in which an employee has to gage herself wether or not the club goer wants to keep going or not. Yet with Scratch seeing nothing but a content dull glaze in your eyes she determines it’s okay to press on.

“Feeling like repenting yet?” She asks you, her pitch hinting to this being a question asked in earnest, Scratch’s steady gaze locked on you as she awaits an answer.

“Yes I’m sorry...” You nod, your voice a low monotone as your mind is still in the fog of submission.

“Good.” Scratch says plainly, her tone giving off no emotion even as her statement implies approval.

It’s impressive, she really has this stone hearted torturer shtick down to a tee. She then taps a button one the remote, and the milking machine starts up again on a slow speed. This makes you finally realize the full scale of your punishment. That Scratch is about to start the whole process again. She’s going to let you build up to a climax with the machine, only beat the orgasm out of you at the last second.

The thought of this making both horror, and excitement float around you mind. The idea leaving you torn as you’re penis starts to stir again, this marking the beginning of the cycle again. It doesn’t really matter anyways if you are satisfied with the coming ordeal anyways, if Scratch wants this to happen they you will graciously accept your fate regardless of wether it’s a pleasant one or not.

“I expect you to show me then.” Scratch says shoving her latex cock against your cheek.

Like a fish who has come to the surface to the water to consume food pellets you instantly gape your mouth open wide. Darting your head forward you snatch Scratch dick into your jaws, you holding it pleasing, and firmly between your lips. Again you taste that strange pleasant taste of her member. The skin tight latex that covers her rod having the flavor of licorice perhaps? You’ve already taken her half way with the tip of her dick resting on your wet tongue.

So eager are you to show your mistress your appreciation you forgo all fore play, and just begin to bob your head. This time you want to make your mistress come, to give your divine dominate the pleasure she deserves. The contrast in your positions aren’t lost on you, in fact it just turns you on. While she so casually, nearly without thought denies you. You are ready to do anything to please her, with you willing to climb over razors, and barb wire just to suck that cock of her’s. This dynamic empathizes your lower status, your place as a submissive under her the dominate.

“Mmmmm.” From Scratch’s throat you hear the sound of a low rumble, it almost like the purring of some large wild cat.

You’re not sure if it’s gesture of gratitude or done with some other motivation, but as you start bobbing your head on Scratch’s cock she speeds up the pace of the milking machine. Your breathing starts to increase a little, you rapidly sucking air through your nose with your mouth full of harlequin cock. There isn’t any holding back on your part even through you know there more then likely isn’t going to be any reward for your efforts here. You pull out all the stops, using every cock sucking technique you have on Scratch.

Pressing down your lips on different intervals while her shaft slides, in and out of you. Her length nearly making you gag every time you take her to the base as her tip goes a few inches into your throat. You use your tongue to the best of your abilities, you pushing hard on the underside of the erect penis while it slides back and, forth you making an effort to flick the tip of your tongue on the extra sensitive frenulum of the cock. As well when the dick pulls back from your throat you use the tip to attack Scratch’s urethra, you drinking from the tap to get that sweet salty precum while slipping between the slit of her penis hole just a tiny bit.

You don’t just poke, and probe Scratch’s staff with that experienced tongue of yours though. Licking, is also another skill that you employ. The canvas being her cock you, paint all over shaft coating her with move saliva, and spit as you lap at Scratch’s under carriage. Twist your tongue around the top, rub over the glands, and waggle it around the sides.

It’s like your tongue is a snake trying to physically wrestle the member intruding it’s mouth nest, yet failing to over power the bigger beast, as it rams its self back, and forth, in and out. Besides the tongue there is also the way you suck on Scratch’s member. You swap between a few different methods of execution. With one way just being consistent unbroken suction.

You gently tugging on the entirety of the dick in your mouth as you bob your head, the sensitive skin feeling most of the stimuli from you moving head then the suction itself. Alternatively you, also switch between a repetitive soft, and hard method. With going between just barely pulling on Scratch’s dick to straight up trying to suck it as if it would de-attach and you could swallow it. With a combination of cycling of these techniques you keep the pleasure building for Scratch. Her in return spanking you some more.

SMACK

“Ahh!”

SMACK

“Ahhh!”

SMACK

“Argh!!”

SMACK

“Haaa!”

SMACK

“Erghhh!”

SMACK

“Ughh!”

This is how things continue for a couple of minutes with Scratch throughly getting her rocks off while your kept in a state of limbo. The dark harlequin even letting some of that stone cold front of her persona slip a little, with her titling her head back as she leans her hips forward. Scratch also begins to start thrusting in synch with the bob of your head.

Body contracting as each buck of the hip feels like a shot gun of pleasure.
In just a minute more you are both soon on the edge. The two of you making that long climb to the top of the mountain. Scratch in pure bliss, while you are still caught within the in between pain. Feeling Scratch’s balls start to tremble as they slap against your chin you know the dark harlequin can’t hold out much longer. She knows this to her giving you one final hard smack to your ass as a send off, letting you know this is your stop on the climb. Turning off the penis pub you whimper as your you can only watch helplessly as Scratch continues upwards.

“Grahhh!” She gruffly groans

With her member twitching like crazy, she drops both the crop, and the remote to grab hold of your hair with both hands. The dark harlequin’s dick spasms, once, twice, and then finally she shoots her load. A shot of warm sticky cum blasts from her head, it going right down your throat as Scatch holds your head in place with her currently hilted all the way into you. Her cum tastes sweet like really sweet almost like candy or fruit. It making the swallowing of her cum enjoyable in not only a sexual sense but, a flavor sense to.

Kind of lucky really as Scratch has a lot of cum for you to take. The grim jester still going as her body now starts to visible shake. With her getting a release of a life time. Those full balls of her’s no doubt getting fully emptied. There’s just so much spunk you gag, it starting to leak, and dribble down your chin as you struggle to gulp it all down. Really though it isn’t that bad as your in your own sort of ecstasy. Not orgasmic, but still arousing and, pleasurable none the less. As being denied again when you wanted to cum so badly sends you to another level of sub space. One where you can almost feel the pleasure Scratch feels, almost...

Finally with you both in spent mess, Scratch’s orgasm comes to an end, hee giving one last grunt before she starts to cutback down from her high. Lightly panting she finally pulls her now limp cock from your mouth, looking at the mess she’s made out of you with a hint of pride.

Swallowing the last of her load, you’re now deeper into sub space then ever before. There’s not a thought in your mind as you just stare at her awaiting a command or order. You still willing to follow her through hell of she wanted you so. This moment that the two of you just shared bonding you even closer as submissive and dominate.