Dark Erotica
Through my submission, I earn merits. He controls my rewards.
Isn’t it funny how time always seems to slow down even more during uncomfortable situations? I stared at the digital clock in front of me, trying to predict which lines would jump to a different spot when the minute changed. The sound of a keyboard rattling by the keystrokes made me feel even more alone. So close by, and yet he chose to ignore me. All I could do was wait.
Without the use of my hands, there was little I could do. It wasn’t like I could take out my phone and play a mindless match 3 game for distraction. I wasn’t bound; that made it even worse. The mittens around my hands weren’t tight but tied – pardon the pun. A thick layer of foam made my fingers useless, and the black leather lining sealed the deal.
The mittens weren’t the worst of my problems. The burning inside my ass was. How bad could it be, I thought, spending one hour with a butt plug inside me? I’ll probably forget the thing after a minute or two. I hadn’t accounted for the fact my dominant would make it worse. He always did.
Instead of the small plug we had used until now, he chose to go one size bigger. I hadn’t known until I was in position, and he worked the monster inside of me. Getting it in wasn’t the biggest issue. Keeping the damned thing inside of me for a full hour was. All my body wanted was to expel it, but I couldn’t. The extra strap he had taken from my chastity belt prevented it.
And so here I was: naked, plugged and bound without any shackles. In a situation, I had chosen myself. Roughly, that is, I would never have selected this size buttplug.
I was earning points. Merits, my dominant liked to call them. Wearing the mittens for one hour yielded me five points while wearing a butt plug for a longer period gave me fifty. I could earn merits by holding a position for a certain time, and even bringing him one cup of tea would yield me a point. He was meticulous at keeping track of my numbers.
An activity like undergoing a spanking both cost and yielded me points. It cost me points because my dominant said it was a strenuous activity for him. It brought in points for me because it was a good show of my submission. Naturally, spanks on my boobs or pussy generated more points.
Only three more minutes. The pain in my ass had become a dull throbbing. According to my calculations, I was currently at 945 points, bringing me to 1000 within the next few minutes. At one thousand points, I could exchange them for one ‘penile interaction,’ as he liked to call it. How he could abstain for so long, only to see me suffer, I couldn’t fathom.
Finally, the numbers on the clock turned, and an alarm went off in the next room.
I sat up straight, wincing as the plug shifted inside of me. My dominant liked manners, and I couldn’t afford to lose merits now.
Master entered the room. I kept my eyes down.
“You’ve made the hour, slave.”
I held my breath as he came to stand behind me.
“I grant you five points for keeping the mittens on. Stand up.”
I quickly rose.
He checked if the buttplug was still in place.
My breathing quickened as he touched the plug.
“I grant you fifty points for wearing the buttplug for one hour.”
I smiled, knowing I had once again reached the illustrious one thousand.
“Your total is now nine hundred ninety-two.”
My eyes shot open. What! I had worked so hard all week, and I was sure I had finally reached the one thousand.
I scraped my throat. “Pardon me, Master. I was under the impression I had reached the thousand.” I cringed, knowing this wouldn’t end well. Master didn’t like his slaves talking back to him.
He chuckled.
Thank goodness he was in a good mood.
“Well, you thought wrong, slave. You didn’t bring me any drinks today, so I deduct three points for three cups of tea and five extra for not doing your duty.”
“But I was in here! Wearing these!” I blurted out.
“That’s your problem, not mine. Tell you what.” He lifted my chin, and I got to look into his mesmerizing eyes. “Because you’re so close, I’ll give you the option to earn an extra ten points now.”
I cast my eyes down. “Yes, Master, anything.”
“I will spank you twenty times. This will bring your total to one thousand and two so you could exchange it for a penile interaction if you so choose.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
“Very well. Lie down on the edge of the bed, facing up with your hands behind your back.”
I assumed the position. I didn’t dare ask if the plug could be removed. Seeing as I was still undressed, my breasts and pussy were now available to him.
I froze when I saw him holding the cane. This could not be any worse.
“In exchange for ten points, I will now give you twenty hits with the cane. Do you concur?”
“Yes, I concur,” I said as piously as possible.
“Then it shall be so.”
He hit me in one swat over both my nipples. Without wanting to, I let out a shriek. I was not prepared for this level of pain. Before I had even regained my breath, he hit me straight between my legs.
Six more hits later, I was a sobbing mess. I tried my best to keep still and to keep my legs spread.
“Slave, this isn’t working. I’m willing to bind your legs so we can continue the spanking in exchange for five points.”
It broke my heart. I didn’t want to give up points now; I longed to worship my Master’s penis. But I also didn’t want to let down my Dominant. “Yes, Master. I concur.”
“Affirmative. I deduce five points.”
He rapidly tied my ankles to the bolts close by in the bed, preventing me from closing my thighs.
“I resume the spanking you have traded for ten points.”
His next hit was entirely on my clit. He continued on my breasts. At the end of the spanking, my labia were bruised, my boobs were decorated with many stripes, and my clit was mangled.
“Ten points granted which brings your total to nine hundred, ninety-seven. Now slave, do you wish to exchange your total for a penile interaction?”
“Yes, Sir,” I sobbed, tears still running down my face. Would he really be so kind to forgo the missing three points?
“Very well.” He undid the ties around my ankles. “Turn around.”
I turned until I was lying on my stomach.
Master left the room only to return a moment later. He removed the chastity belt and the butt plug. I flinched as a cold liquid reached my ass, which he worked in firmly.
I couldn’t be happier. Yes, my body hurt on all sides, but at least soon, I would have my Master’s dick inside of me. In a way, I was happy it was in my ass and not my pussy. I didn’t think I could take the pounding right now.
“This only needs a few moments to take effect. Don’t move.”
Master left the room. What was going on now? My ass didn’t feel any different, just slightly sore from having been stretched and now wet from the lube. My clit, pussy and boobs were burning from the earlier spanking.
I was relieved Master returned quickly. “I had to find a condom. I think you’re good to go now.”
A condom? It wasn’t usual for Master to wear a rubber for intercourse.
The bed dented in when Master climbed on top of me. I held my breath as he prepared me for the intercourse.
“Slave, in exchange for nine hundred, ninety-seven points, I will now proceed with a penile interaction. Do you concur?”
“Yes, Master. I concur.” I longed for his closeness, for the intimacy of intercourse, for the fantastic feelings that would soon be coursing through my body.
“Affirmative.” He got into position, and I knew he was now inside of me. My body registered the pressure. Something was wrong! I loved anal intercourse, but now I wasn’t feeling anything. If anything, it only stretched my already bruised labia and clit.
My body rocked with him while he pounded me, but the delicious feelings I associated with anal intercourse never happened. I sensed how he was deep inside of me, but it felt distant and even unpleasant. I took hold of the foam inside the mittens and endured the onslaught.
Even his orgasm didn’t feel right for me, although I liked his pleasured utterances. He pulled out of me when he was done and stroked his still wet penis over my buttock. This I did feel.
“In exchange for the missing three points, I applied a numbing cream to your ass. I am content you were willing to forgo your own pleasure for mine.” He removed the mittens. “Your slate is clean. We can resume gathering points for the next penile interaction or go towards the ten thousand points for your very own orgasm. Thank you for your service.” He kissed me on my cheek and left the room.
I collapsed on the bed. This was so mean. I know it’s what I could have expected. I know I shouldn’t have taken the bait and exchanged the thousand points now. I should have been patient. Now, he had used my body like a masturbator, a warm one, and I hadn’t had any of the good feelings. I sighed. That was the life of a slave.
The body as a masturbator is pretty dull sex.
It was part of their play 😉
A very original story of sexual slavery, with points.
The poor slave… I really feel for her, even though she did give her consent every time…
~ Marie xox
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She tried so hard and got almost nothing in return. It’s cruel.