Coyote Too

It's been awhile since I've posted anything that was just straight fiction. In the intervening time, I have gotten a bit more explicit in my language and topics. Consider yourself warned. D/s, BDSM, pain and discipline follow. (But oddly, no sex.)

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Master's Pet needs to focus and do her work, but she keeps thinking naughty thoughts about her Master's cock, which she is not allowed to have right now. She is far too hot and bothered; unable to focus on work. Some discipline is required.

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"Slut, you tell me you need discipline to focus?"

"Yes, Master."

"Master does not have a great deal of time, but apparently you cannot deal with this yourself."

"No, Master."

"Kneel down, slut."

"Yes, Master."

She kneels forward, head against the floor, ass in the air. Dripping pussy clearly visible.

Master walks around her. She keeps her eyes on the floor.

Slap

Her breast swings from the blow. The handprint reddens and stings.

Slap

She flinches forward from the pain in her clit.

"Still, slut!"

"Yes, Master."

Slap

This time she resists moving. Her cunt burns. She bites her lip to remain still.

"Slut, you must not let your horniness interfere with your work. You need to understand your priorities. First you do your duties. Then you do what your Master bids. Then we decide whether you are allowed to come. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Another blow falls on her cunt. Her slut cunt. The cunt which she willingly gave to her Master. His to control. His to rein in.

"Now, we need to make you forget your cunt. Forget your carnal desires. Kneel erect, slut."

She quickly comes to position, hands clasped behind her back, head proudly erect for her Master, eyes cast down.

"Look me in the eyes, slut." He kneels before her, face close to her. Eyes boring into her eyes. She tries hard not to look away, obeying him.

"Now, slut. Forget about your cunt. Forget about desire. Just remember this."

Her eyes still on his, she doesn't see what he does with his hands, doesn't realize until she feels their burning pinch on her nipples. Hard, so hard. It stings. It burns. The pain grows. Tighter and tighter. Her cunt is forgotten. All she feels is pain.

"Now slut. I have things to do."

"Yes, Master."

"I can't spend my day helping you focus."

"No, Master."

"Give me your hands."

The pain is gone as he releases her nipples. The initial sensation is almost worse. Blood pours back into them, feeling returns, redoubled. She puts her hands in his. He guides her fingers to her nipples.

"Now slut. Anytime you have trouble focusing. Anytime you think of how much you want my cock. Any time you want relief in your pussy. I want you to do this."

He squeezes her own fingers on her own nipples. Hard. The tenderness magnifies the pain. She winces.

One hand releases hers, he slaps her face.

"Slut! Take it."

"Yes, Master."

"Slut?"

"Yes, Master."

"Did you just let go of your nipple?"

"Yes, Master. Sorry, Master."

She hurriedly grabs her nipple again, where her hand had fallen lose when he let go. Again he slaps her face.

"Now, squeeze slut. Squeeze and forget your needs. Squeeze and remember your Master's will. And when you feel ready. Go back to work. Do well, and you will be rewarded tonight. Rewarded with punishment. Rewarded with a glimpse of your Master's cock. Rewarded with relief. But only if you do well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

Master steps away to do his work.

Slut sits there for a minute, pinching, feeling the pain fill her. Feeling the strength pour in. The focus of a goal. The focus of direction. Then, nipples throbbing, clit forgotten, she returns to her duties.