In a sense

"No," your answer is short and strict, a single powerful word causing Noir's hopeful face to fall instantly. "W-What?" Noir whimpers, the vibrations picking up once again to bring Noir to a plateau of no release, "w-why not!? Please Master I b-beg yo-" Suddenly Noir's voice is neatly silenced, your hands roughly wrapping a gag around her head and between her teeth. The cloth silencer withholds all but a few moans and pleas from the writhing bat girl. Noir's eyes stare at you, the wide luminescent orbs showing a fear you are almost pained to see. However you can also see a seething lust behind her gaze, a tempting call issuing from deep within and pleading for you to continue, to never stop. You reach out with a hand a roughly pinch her nipple earning a sudden gasp and pleased moan from Noir, "This is your punishment Noir."

Her eyes glisten with want as well as a **** look of confusion, from behind her gag you can almost make out her asking what she did wrong. You grip her nipple hard; twisting so tight she whimpers in pain and thrusts her chest into your hand, greedily grinding into the vibrating toy before it goes completely silent. As she feverishly pounds onto the device you step away, staring down at your pet with a dominant gaze, "You spent so much of Master money pet. It was a privilege that Master gave you and you abused it pet" Your voice is nearly a growl, true anger slightly mixing in with your own arousal.

Despite her best efforts you can tell this has an effect on Noir, she moans in pleasure behind the gag while roughly tearing at her binds, her eyes naked with lust as she gives you a smoldering stare. "Because you spent so much of Masters money," you growl, leaning in close, "pet has to be punished." Your breath breaks upon her lips, hot air brushing against her drooling mouth driving her insane with need. She strains violently against her binds, willing herself to stretch as far as she can just to touch you. However you stay just out of reach, beyond her grasp, as you continue to speak in a husky snarl, "As pets’ first punishment she will not be getting off until Master thinks pet has been taught the lesson she needs to learn." Noir whimpers and pants behind the gag, repetitive moans indicating she is close to chanting something.

Without a word of acknowledgment you grab the nipple clamps from before, easily sliding them onto Noir's stiff peaks and letting them close. A shrill, chirping scream erupts from Noir, her eyes closing as her ears swivel madly about her head. To check on their effectiveness you gently tug on the chain that connects them, Noir following with a jutting chest and a low, drawn out moan. You grin as you notice a larger link in the device, directly between the clamps and slightly rounder than the other rings in the chain. With a second of thought you grin to yourself, approaching Noir as her glazed eyes watch your movements intently. “Now, now,” you whisper, “what good would it be if pet could see everything Master is planning to do to her?” In seconds Noir's eyes are covered by a blindfold, her moaning whimpers sounding behind her soaked gag as the machine once more freezes just before her orgasm.

With the blindfold held tight you begin the next portion of your plan, clipping the chain leash to the center ring of Noir's clamps, a wicked smile on your lips and an evil gleam in your eye. Without a word of warning you give a short yank on the chain, watching as Noir screeches in pleasure and jumps toward your pull, forcing herself as far forward as she can. Slowly you raise the chain upward, watching as Noir follows the pull, her breath panting and uncontrollable as she bends her luscious rack upwards. In time you are directly above Noir, the chain pulled tight leaving her large breasts pointing upward, held sharply by the clips on her sensitive nipples.

Noir's chant begins again, her voice echoing the same plea over and over again...a cry for release, for orgasm, for pleasure unimaginable. You suddenly release the tension in the chain, allowing Noir's heavy chest to fall and raising a disappointed groan from her gagged mouth. Just as Noir begins to complain you roughly jerk on the chain, timing it on coincidence with the return of the buzzing eliciting a low moan of pleasure from the bat girl. However, just as easily as the pleasure is given it is gone, your grip loose and the buzzing more maddening than ever. Noir writhes and twists, grinds and moans, pleading behind her gag for something, anything.

Reaching down behind her head you gently release the gag, allowing the cloth to fall from Noir's lips in a kind gesture toward your pet. Just as she is about to say something you thrust a finger into her mouth, silencing her with a firm pressure on her tongue, "suck pet." Instantly Noir is sucking and licking at your fingers, bobbing up and down feverishly and moaning throatily. "Pet is learning a lesson," you say, watching as Noir nods into your finger, sucking for all of her worth as the buzzing suddenly stops, a pained moan echoing from her mouth. "When Master gives pet a privilege she should accept it and not **** it like pet has," you say, watching as Noir bobs up and down on your fingers greedily. Your eyes narrow, suspicion flooding your tone as you growl, "And if Master decided to take pet back to the store because she was misbehaving and not listening to Master, pet would be more than happy to go." Predictably Noir continues to nod, concentrating more on suckling your fingers than your actual words. You roughly pulling your fingers from Noir's mouth and grip her jaw firmly, watching as she completely ignores almost everything you do and instead focuses her long, undulating tongue on trying to draw your fingers back into her mouth.

In a flash you grip the tongue between your thumb and forefinger, holding Noir firmly as you growl, "Has pet been paying attention to her master?" You can almost see Noir's senses return, fear welling up as she gulps and her ears lay back as you release your grip, "Y-yes master!" Softly cupping Noir's chin you ask, "So what did Master say to his pet?" Noir stutters a bit, weakly offering her best guess, "That Master wants his pet to suck him off to learn her lesson?" Your eyes darken and your grip tightens just slightly, "Not even close pet." She whimpers and attempts to nuzzle into your hand, her hips grinding down as the buzzing returns to her soaked core, "M-Master, pet is sorry! P-Please forgive her Master!"