I'm lapping up water from a bowl... I rest my weight on my hands that have been rendered completely dysfunctional by special locking mittens. Drinking in this way sends a primordial shock-wave from my stomach to my penis- it's the sick, seductive feeling of losing something expensive.

My penis is growing hard again and my new piercing is becoming the primary focal point in my changing consciousness. It's a pole that marks the new prime meridian of my body. This simple action of lapping up water that I'm performing now is humiliating enough even with nobody watching me. I'm very glad I'm alone for this.

Did I really just allow you to lock up my hands in mittens and lock me in a kennel like a dog? I feel the grip of the locked collar around my neck as a way of pinching myself.

Compared with the diverse menu of humiliations I've sampled today, being robbed of the use of my hands is easily the most unpalatable. This is a punishment I'll desperately try to avoid in the future- of service to my Queen. I swallow my incredulity. I have a bad feeling that before the night is over I'll be tasting from a whole new menu of humiliation. And how hungry am I?

Just what will you be doing tonight to rub this punishment in as deeply as you can? What should I expect? I should expect you to masturbate and vibrate yourself to several screaming orgasms while I'm forced to watch and listen. That much is imminent... You're aware of what torment that would be to me. But then again, you might have something much less predictable in mind...

And what about food? My stomach grumbles again. My eyes reluctantly focus on the empty steel bowl. My stomach now twists with certainty; I'll soon be eating out of that bowl- but what will you feed me?

This is also the first time since meeting you that I'm not wearing a buttplug, and for the first time- I wish I was. You've definitely implied that moving my bowels into this diaper could quite possibly be my only ticket out of this cage. I really can't think of anything more humiliating than that. The dread of that inevitable moment builds inside me: you and I both smelling 'it'...the smell doubling and tripling as you forcefully open the diaper...the disgusted look you'll give me when you see the mess... your beautiful face contorted into a silent arrow of accusation as you use wipe after wipe to remove the stinky brown paint from my skin... This will easily be the worst thing you've subjected me to yet. And yet, you're the one who chose to punish me in this way!? It seems like just as big a punishment for you! Even though you took great pains to explain them, you're methods are still very confusing to me.

Minutes pass with no sounds for me to hear save my own grumbling stomach. Even through the queasiness of sheer humiliation, I'm feeling very hungry. I've already decided that I must eat- however you intend to feed me. Also, the piercing has really begun to speak to me. Prince Albert has a pounding headache, and the pain is confusingly arousing. My penis continues to betray me- remaining steadfast against the elastic edge of my diaper.

Taking further stock of my situation, I realize that I'm much more likely to have to pee before I have to...you know... which means that I could be sitting in a soaked diaper for quite some time- not a happy thought. Unfortunately the only happy thoughts I can muster are of how sexy you are. Every time I think of your face and who you remind me of... all I can think of is how you remind me of a young Cybil Shepherd- like she looked in 'The Last Picture Show.' You are: beauty, intelligence, and determination mixed into one very sexy package. Speaking of package: your pussy was so warm and perfect- squeezing away around me- inside you- inside you- when I was inside you. I'd give anything to be inside you again like that. It's clearly not just a figure of speech; I'm already giving you just that.

***

The bedroom door opens and you emerge carrying a dish of something heartily fragrant. My stomach immediately calls out to have whatever it is.

"I hope you like fajitas, Buttercup, they're coming your way. I cut everything into little bites for you."

I swallow a big lump of pride. I know I'd better be on my best behavior now if you're going to allow me to eat.

"I wish you had been down there enjoying this meal with me at the table- like a real person. I was feeling lonely and sad thinking about you up here all alone... At least it gave me some time to myself to think about you- and your future."

You set the plate down on my cage and take a seat on the bed crossing your legs and cocking your head pensively at an angle. You stare at me considerately, making me feel more uncomfortable. But goddamnit are you hot when you look at me like that! I'm starving in both my stomach and my loins.

An awkward silence ensues. ' JUST GIVE ME THE PLATE!' I think at you. But you just keep meditating toward me- not getting up. 'WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO- BEG?!'

The smell of the fajitas is torturing me with desire. Which one of us will break this silence? My instincts tell me it should be you. What finally breaks the silence is your cell phone's ringtone. Your custom ringtone is the hook from the Pussy Cat Doll's song 'Buttons.'

"Hello, Ms. Debbie," you answer- cutting off the song, "I really... didn't expect you to call so soon... I hope everything is alright?"

"Ahhhhuh"

"Hmmm"

"Alright"

"Okay"

"Really?!"

"Sure tonight would be...actually, tonight would be absolutely fine... couldn't be more perfect ..."

"Ohh...You'll find out why when you get here... Do you need directions or do you remember?"

"Alright that sounds great... I'll see you when you get here... Don't ring the doorbell, just text me when you arrive."

You tap your finger against your screen closing the call.

"You'll never guess who that was," you smile cruelly, "I had meant for this punishment to be excruciating for you but... this is... going to be... Uhho man!"

You get excitedly up off your bed and pick up the plate, "Don't want this to get any colder for you..."

You half-circle my cage around to the side with the bowls and unlatch a plate-sized hatch. You push the plate of fajitas through and I suppose that if I had a tail it would be wagging fiercely at this point. You roll your wrist and turn over the plate so the spicy food spills neatly off into the steel bowl- a few chunks fall to either side of the bowl. You withdraw the empty plate and latch the hatch.

"I wish Ms. Debbie could've made it here in time to watch you eat," you frown comically, "She'll see you soon enough I guess."

Your teasing words ignite a pang of fear in my stomach as I crawl over to the bowl. I should have guessed you'd be adding as many embarrassing twists to this punishment as possible. It seems like your mercilessness is only gaining momentum tonight. It feels almost like you're exacting some kind of revenge on me, but for what exactly?

I intend to make sure this food is gone by the time she gets here. Swallowing dryly, I lower my face to the food and awkwardly move my tongue and lips against the pile to find a first bite. I look askance at one mitten bitterly... still better than the handcuffs...I suppose. Chewing the savory meat barely helps me forget my humiliation for a second.

Your smile remains as you stand over me watching me struggle to eat using nothing but my face. I can feel my red cheeks getting messy with food. I hope I'll be able to use my tongue to clean most of this mess off...So many new skills I'm learning.

Soon I've emptied the bowl and resign myself to lick it clean. You sway a little side to side and I look at your legs as I chew. I know you intend for Ms. Debbie to see me like this... But if I can help it, she will have to guess whether or not you made me eat a meal out of this bowl. I even eat the two chunks that fell to the mat for good measure- huhuh measure for measure...

"Oh Buttercup, you're doing so well with this... I almost feel sorry for you... almost: operative word. You know I thought Ms. Debbie would be scared to have her little button violated... like I promised her... I thought she'd try to find a way to avoid coming over- put it off indefinitely... but... couldn't even let one night go by...huhhuhuhhuhuhh... Ahhhhh sometimes the universe just keeps thinking it's my birthday I guess."

You pick up the empty plate and walk toward the door, "Gotta go do the dishes now; hang tight- I'll be back in just a few."

You turn off the switch by the door leaving me in almost total darkness.

There really is nothing I can do at this point to keep Ms. Debbie from seeing me like this- I know this. She will see me like this, and I'm sure it will become my profile picture in her head- how could it not? How exactly will she laugh at me? Will it turn her on as much as my punishment seems to turn you on?

Having dealt with the pain of hunger has heightened my sensitivities to my laundry list of other pains: pain in the dick, pain of confined hands, pain of humiliation and imminent embarrassment. How much of my existence have I spent saving face only to have you steal it off my head- over and over again- like a sexy- a wicked, sexy thief.

***

"Tellin you to loosen up my buttons, babe- anhuhh- but you keep frontin' mae... say'n' what you go'n' do to mae, but I ain't seein' nuttin," you're stupid song from the ring-tone has gotten all stuck up in my guts through the silence.

I wonder how you'd look singing and dancing in one of those videos? You'd probably fit right in PCD. How did you come across all this money and time? I wonder- not for the first time. I have invented many possible explanations for your wealth in my head; and I have several reasons why I'm afraid to ask- chief among them- I'm really not sure I want to know. It could be something very stereotypical. You could be some horrible gold-digger- who reeled in a few big ones then took those poor fish to the cleaners. As long as I don't know for sure, it's easier for me to remain in awe of you. If you wanted me to know, you'd tell me.

I sit and sit and sit with my back against the uncomfortable steel bars- digesting- slowly filling my intestines and bladder...with inevitability.

The next sound I actually hear is a rustling coming from your bathroom. I can see a light come on from under the door. You're in there doing something- I certainly can't guess what. I hear a faint trickle of water- then a moment later: a toilet flush. Now you're running water into the sink longer than it takes to wash hands.

After a few more minutes of careful listening and waiting, your bathroom door opens and I see just your nude profile in silhouette like the opening credits of a James Bond movie.

You flip on the lights and say, "Taddah."

You are naked... except for the strap on that grotesquely hides your pussy from view...you look incredibly yummy- and you know it... You've put your hair up- tied up and twisted the way I'd like to be- into a neat bun. There's even something sexy about the way you've exposed your long neck and perfect ears... and so begins another torturous night of teasing.

"This is how I intend to greet our guest tonight." You smile with a gleam in your eye.

I'm forced to picture Ms. Debbie's pretty face as you open the door for her. Sadly, I'll be up in here when that happens... The image is enough to send a volley of throbs through my painful erection.

"The first thing I'm going to have Ms. Debbie do when she arrives is reach through the bars of your cage into your diaper and turn your jewelry for you."

"Mmmmmmmnnnnnhhh," the involuntary little sound comes out through my nose.

"You don't know how happy it makes me, Buttercup, that your little friend- that you flirted with today- is going to get to... see you like this."

I already know this. My only aching question at this point is whether or not you're going to let me watch you give her... what you've repeatedly promised her she has coming to her? or will you only allow me to listen? I dare not ask- for I know it will ruin my chance of watching if I do.

"I really can't think of more poetic...justice..." your chin sticks out at me- a little- on the 'j' in 'justice.' My- but your chin is strong, I don't think a woman could have a more perfect jaw-line than yours. Maybe it's the first thing I ever noticed about you when I found your business card that day.

You're holding your cell phone expectantly in your right hand as you sidle up to my cage. You graze your rubber erection across the bars in front of my eyes. You're slowly swaying back and forth; the dick makes a thrumming sound against the bars in time with your motion. You're swaying and clearly in a reverie. I love the fact that you're close enough to smell.

How much time have I spent in here? How much more time- will I spend?

Suddenly there's a new vibration from the cell phone in your hand. I already know Ms. Debbie has arrived and this is her text. In less than 5 minutes she'll be standing in this very room.

"Excuse me for a minute, Buttercup, stay right where you are."

"Hhhhhhhhh" I sigh helplessly under my breath.

You turn off the lights again and the last thing I see before you leave is your perfectly round ass- three converging lines- the outside lines are the tightened leather straps the middle line is where your maker split you- and where you recently ordered Ms. Debbie to split you.

***

I hear the faint mummers of your voices before the sounds of your steps ascending the stairs. I imagine I can hear the subtle cranks of the knob twisting with your hand just on the other side. You open the door and I see your two silhouettes, but you don't turn on the light yet. You take Ms. Debbie's hand in yours and pull her to yourself. Taking her silver hair in your hand you pull her in for a long-loud kiss. You make out with her for what feels like a whole minute as my heart pounds violently in my chest.

I watch your right hand move dramatically up toward the light switch. You turn Ms. Debbie's body so she will be facing me when you throw on the lights.

You throw on the lights, but the kiss goes on. You slowly withdraw your tongue from her mouth but I see her eyes are still passionately closed as she catches her breath.

"Deborah," you say sweetly, "Open your eyes..."

She smiles wide before opening her eyes.

Her pretty eyes immediately focus on me sitting in my cage of shame.

She tosses her hair and cocks her head smiling big enough to show off her perfectly sharp canines to me, "Buttercup!? You look different without make-up!"

You both laugh at her joke and also at me. You both laugh longer than I feel the joke even warranted.

"What did you do to deserve this?!" she asks somewhat rhetorically- gesturing toward my cage.

I look at you as if to ask: should I tell her? But you only smile and answer for me, "Buttercup was having a little attitude problem... On the way home from the store, she failed to show me the proper respect and she failed to notice that it really hurt my feelings... So she is being punished tonight, and I hope- for her sake- she can figure out a way to learn an important lesson."

I notice you mentioned nothing about the parking lot... You just stand there with your arms crossed pushing up your perfect, naked tits teasingly- cock still jutting out obscenely.

"Ms. Debbie, before I forget, I need you to reach into Buttercup's diaper and shift around her jewelry. Who better to do it than you? I'll just open the cage long enough for you to do that so we can get on with our night."

"Why are you wearing those pink gloves, Buttercup? Is it really that cold in here?" The way her nipples are sticking out through her halter top- I think it must be. Ms. Debbie crouches down to her hands and knees giving me a clear view up her short skirt- giving me a glimpse of her hairless pussy- no panties tonight either I guess. Does she own any?

Noticing my line of sight she explains, "I had to put my yoga pants in the wash. They were practically soaked by the time I got home... So really? What's with the gloves?"

"Don't be so dense, Ms. Debbie, you know the old saying...about 'idle hands'..." You once again answer her question on my behalf.

"So I guess that would make you... the devil tonight then?!" She asks with a laugh and a nod toward you.

"Maybe... I'm sure that when my bone is buried in your ass... that's when you'll really start to believe I'm the devil. Hahahahahahaha." You're the only one who laughs at your joke. You pick up a ring of keys off your dresser and find the right one for the padlock on my cage door. You return across the room and kneel beside Ms. Debbie- so close are we now- I can smell your subtle perfume mix with her essential oil.

You remove the lock and throw it on your bed.

"Okay, Buttercup, do your best to get into position to make this easier for Ms. Debbie, but stay in your cage- of course."

I awkwardly lie on my back and scoot my head toward the door; my feet rest against the steel bowls.

Ms. Debbie is on all fours over me with her hands astride me and her knees on the floor outside my cage My eyes are looking straight up at her toned, exposed midriff. She picks up one hand off the mat to trace a tantalizing circle around my naked belly button. With her palm flat against me, she presses into my lower abdomen to slide it under the waist band of my diaper. She teasingly slides it under. Her fingertips immediately find the tip of my erection.

"Diaper feels good..." She announces, "Not wet. But Prince Albert feels a little slimy."

"It's probably just a little precum," you say, "She wasn't bleeding the last time I checked."

Stroking her fingers lightly upward along my shaft, Ms. Debbie finds the jewel and pinches it gently. I can feel her ever-so slowly begin to spin it inside the piercing.

"Good girl, Buttercup," she says and I greedily inhale what I can of her scent knowing she wont be in here long. Breathing her in- as she touches me- makes me forget my pain completely.

"That's quite enough for now- I think, Ms. Debbie," You say sternly- looking over her shoulder. Ms. Debbie slowly removes her hand from my diaper- making a trail of glaze on my stomach away from my penis as if to lament: 'I was only just getting started.'

She backs out of my cage and rises to her feet looking longingly at me the whole time. You close the door and re-install the pad lock with a metallic little crunch.

"Now where were we?" you ask sliding a confident hand around Ms. Debbie's exposed waist. You're just a little taller. You only look slightly down into her green eyes. Your two heads tilt opposite ways as you move in for another long kiss. Still kissing passionately you walk her backwards toward your bed- pushing and pressing against her supple body with your dildo. She loses her balance and falls backwards on the bed.

You tower over her now. Your knees resting against hers at the corner of the mattress. I focus on the soft hairs on the back of your neck that didn't get pulled tight up into the bun. Your naked body looks so tantalizing from behind: your ears, your neck, your shoulder blades, your lumbar curve, your ass, the crease where your cheeks meet your legs your round calves, your thin ankles...

I know that soon that hair on your neck will be dewy with that sweet-smelling sweat of yours.

I carefully get back up to a seated position not wanting to miss a second of the magic I'm about to see. I move very quietly because I don't want to draw your attention at all away from what you're doing. For a moment I even forget that I'm being punished- even though my field of vision is slightly obscured by little steel bars. From my angle, I can't see Ms. Debbie lying under you on the bed, I can only see your beautiful naked body-and if I strain- maybe the faintest hint of her lips and jawline pressed tightly against yours. Huge waves of emotion wash over me as I listen to the wet sounds of your kissing.
I'm already edging right past that line where arousal becomes sheer torture. My cock is helplessly hard and throbbing The word: 'PUNISHMENT' flashes bright in my mind. You and your groupie are about to do something un-imaginable right before my eyes- not 10 feet away from me! I'm here, but I'm not, this is no longer about me at all- I'm not even in the room- as far as you're concerned.

Harsh, horrible, evil, demonic punishment- still, its impossible for me not to enjoy what I'm seeing- what I can see of it.

"I was concerned for a second that you only drove out here tonight to check up on Buttercup..." You tease.

To answer you, Ms. Debbie rolls you over onto the bed, now she's on top and back in my eyes. You've mostly disappeared now; I can barely see the tip of your cock resting against her back- against Debbie's butt. Still looking at you, she crosses her arms in front of her and removes her halter top teasing up her naked tits and letting them fall- bouncing back down naturally into place. Her perky pink nipples point at your headboard. She does the same with her skirt shimmying it up over her tits and pulling it off over her head. Her bright silver hair accentuates her healthy, tan skin. She tosses the two articles of clothing at my cage without even looking. Thankfully they land on top without further obscuring my view, but I can smell her in them. Her scent drains down from her clothes into my cage.

Now she's completely naked on top of you, pinning you to your bed with her strong thighs and hips.

"Can you feel how wet you make me?" she asks you.

Popping back into the picture, you prop up on your elbows beneath her. You throw an arm around behind her and pull her chest into your face. She tries her best to steady her upper body with her arms to either side of you. I can see you gently take her pink nipple between your front teeth.

"Ahhhhh" she gasps, but you don't release her. Her hands move to hold your head and neck in place. You alternate biting and flicking both of her nipples with your teeth and tongue. In this lamp-light, I'm close enough to see the shiny gloss of the spit you leave on the skin of her breasts as you slowly lean back away from her into your pillow.

"Isn't that Buttercup's key you're wearing?" She asks staring hypnotized at your tits- breath catching up.

"Ahhh ... huhh." you answer as you reach up and pull her face toward your chest, "Now bite my nipples just the way you'd like to have me bite yours."

I lose sight of her face buried between your fabulous tits, but I can see Ms. Debbie raise up her hips high enough over you to reach under herself and grab your shaft. She uses her hand to guide your appendage into her very-wet pussy and impales herself with it- slowly.

I hear you say, "Your pussy is fine for now, Debbie, as long as you understand where this cock is destined to go tonight... You may ride me to orgasm now... then it's gonna be my turn..."

"MmmmMMMmmmMMmm," I hear her nasal moan; her mouth muffled by your breast.

Her body begins to gyrate over you as she stirs her curvy hips slowly into a steady twerk. How could I ever compete with such athleticism? My body doesn't move like that. It's not fair! How could I possibly turn you on as much as she does?

I see your dildo emerge from her pussy lips wet and slick between her youthful thighs. No sooner do I see it before it's gone again inside her as she drops her hips back down on top of yours- shaking her hair temptingly.

Her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, and her arms support her at such an angle that she must be squeezing your tits- one in each hand. I wonder how much control she has in that tight, athletic-little pussy? I can only imagine what kinds of lovely forces she must be exerting on that dildo- being squandered on it. My penis throbs as if I'm feeling her warm pulses for myself.

Now her hips still move but more passively and I can tell you've begun to thrust up into her. Her hands are pressed against yours- palm to palm- fingers interlaced. You push her shoulders back to upright. Her pert natural tits jostle about in little circles with the rhythm of your thrusts. She's breathing even heavier now and I can see the telltale blush on her chest and sweat at her temples. I'm sure all three of us know what's about to happen next.

"Look at me, Debbie." I hear you command her.

Your order is forceful enough to send her way over the edge. Just as she opens her eyes and focuses into yours, a big, open-throated scream escapes from her open mouth leaving us both with no doubt that she's really cumming hard.

Her scream seems to last longer than I can even hold my breath. I hear the way her note bends slightly every time you fuck up into her.

Finally, you ease off the throttle and allow her ride to come to a gentle stop. The only motion now is of Ms. Debbie's chest heaving up and down with big breaths of recovery. She rises up just high enough to withdraw your cock out of her. Her right shoulder dips with exhaustion and leads her body over to collapse beside you on the bed.

I've lost sight of both of you now.

"How was that?" you ask her.

"Really good..." she says- still catching her breath.

"Debbie...you do know... that we're far from done yet... Right?"

Silence...

What could she be thinking right now? She has to know what's going to happen next! So far, the only indication- that we have- that she even wants it- is that she came here tonight...

"Just lay down here and enjoy the afterglow for a sec..." you say.

You gently slap her thigh as you get up.

Your dildo still looks wet and slimy as you cross the room. That's her pussy juice...

I really do think you've completely forgotten that I'm here, because you don't even glance slightly in my direction as you cross the room.

You open the door to your walk-in closet and disappear inside.

You come back out carrying a piece of wooden furniture that's about the size of a card table. I see it has three holes: a big hole in the middle flanked by two smaller holes with a split down the center of each. If it's not the same pillory stock you had me in yesterday, then it's a close relative. I probably shouldn't be smiling in case you do look at me, but I don't know how to suppress it. I'm smiling with naughty, evil, guilty pleasure inside. I'm having a severe attack of schadenfreude.

"Come, Ms. Debbie, I want to see you in this right now."

You set the stock upright a few feet from my cage, and stand by it- waiting - holding open its jaws like a burlesque lion tamer. Ms. Debbie has gotten up to sitting position dangling her legs down from the bedside. She looks at you uncertainly. She's not smiling. She clearly doesn't want to leave the safety of your bed.

"I'm not going to ask again, little miss, no more staling... measure for measure... isn't that what I said?"

"Yes, Ms. Amanda." She says 'yes' but she doesn't look 'yes.'

She slowly slides down the side of the bed until her feet reach the floor. I can see the residue of moisture that remains around her puffy pussy lips as she walks very slowly over to you. She stops and stands between me and the stock. Her ass fills my vision. Her back is to me, but I can tell she's searching your stern face for some twinkle of clemency. This is what you've decided for her and it must happen. Your face remains strict and beautiful- stoking my guilty joy.

"This side," you invite her to step around to the other side of the stock. You mean for her to be facing me. Then I won't see her little asshole as you violate it, but I will see her reactions... you must want me to see those more.

She resigns herself to move to the other side and lowers her delicate neck and wrists down into the notches in the polished wood. You move her silver hair aside and drop the other half of the stock dramatically-heavy down on top of her. She has willingly submitted herself to your trap.

Her pretty white hands with their bright green nail polish- I see them hanging limply through the holes. She looks up at me and for the first time since we met, I see fear and humiliation in her eyes. She's about to get a healthy dose of the medicine you've been giving only me. Why is it causing my cock to throb and my heart to race to see her this way?

"Oh, Debbie," you latch the hasp and thread the bolt through, "You know...this device doesn't need a lock, but you're locked here just the same."

Now the wicked smile has returned to your face.

"Until you walked over here and so humbly bent over into this pillory stock, I honestly wasn't sure if you'd submit to me. Hmmhmmmhmmmhmmm... Ahhhhh."

I so wish you just had a mirror on the wall so I could glimpse her ass just as it is right now...ready... but not-ready...

"But here you are: bound under my control...you have no idea... how long a night this is going to be for you and you." You nod first at her then to me.

"My two captives... ahh! a captive audience! Hmmmhmmmmhmmmhmmm." You're clearly delighted with yourself- as you should be- having maneuvered the two of us into our respective predicaments.

"So, Ms. Debbie...are you ready for this?"

"I guess so, Ms. Amanda," she says in a voice much smaller and weaker than normal.

"Hmmmmmm," you hum, "How about if tonight you call me what Buttercup calls me? I think I deserve at least that much respect after sending you into orbit just a minute ago, don't you... little Debbie?"

"Yes...my Queen."

The name sounds slightly strange to me- not coming from my own lips. It sounds good. Really good. Very appropriate. Very right.

"Good girl..." you say, "And now I wonder what your new name should be?!"

You look up and to the left. You swing around and crouch between us. You pick up her chin in your hand holding her face up to yours.

"You have the cutest, little aquiline nose...kinda... waspy... I love the way it tips slightly up- like a cute little ski jump- or is it more... like a... cute... little... piglet...?"

"Maybe a little, my Queen."

"I think it's settled then, wouldn't you say so...? Piglet?"

"Yes, my Queen." she sighs.

"Piglet...I like that much better than 'Slut-Whore'... but you might... still sway me."

"Piglet...sounds... fine, my Queen."

"Okay then... Next question, Piglet, which would you like first... your twenty strokes with my paddle... or... losing your anal virginity with my cock- freshly lubed by your very own slime?"

Her face lights up with fear. We all know this is the first time you said anything about paddling her. Man! You really are on your broom tonight! But she should have known even driving here that she was going to get: way more than she bargained for.

I feel more than a little sorry for her. But as much as I hate to admit it: this is- by far- the sexiest scene ever. Even so, we both know exactly what the other is feeling right now. We may not be touching, but I feel her and I know she's feeling me. We're connected by the fate. I feel her fear in my own collared throat.

"Uhhh... I dont'...I mean..." all she has are the beginning of protests... she has no choice- you only asked her 'which.'

"Which is first: cock or paddle, Piglet? Do you need a minute to decide?" you've dropped her chin and knelt down, but your faces are still very close. Your hot coital breath is right in her nostrils.

"Cock, My Queen."

"Ooooh...Excellent choice, I should have... pegged you... for a butt-slut." At that you rise up and cat-walk around behind her resting a hand on her prone tailbone as you turn in behind her.

Her eyes tilt up and back as if she'd like to look over her shoulder at you but it's utterly useless. She can't see you at all. She bites her lower lip nervously as she feels you rest your slippery wet cock between her cheeks.

"You know, Piglet," you smile, "Despite that pathetic face you've been making at me, I really think you're going to learn to love this... at least as much as Buttercup does...You know I managed to make her squirt for me using this same device just last night."

Now both your palms are against her cheeks and I know you're spreading her apart- exposing her quivering hole for your eyes only. On this cue, I see her thighs begin to shiver under your hands. I notice that her little pink nipples are in my view as they now shake a little in sympathy with her shivering. Her nipples hang only just below the heavy dark wood of the stock. Her hands, nipples, and head all look cruelly disembodied by the dark stained wood.

"Uuuuuuuuung," Ms. Debbie whimpers. "Please go easy... this really is my first time, my Queen." And with that, I now that you've begun to penetrate into her exit threshold.

"Relax, my little Piglet, I'm not going to hurt you, but you need to open yourself up and find a way not to resist my cock, you need to accept that this is happening and accept me inside you. If you resist me, this is only going to hurt you more."

"MMMmmmHHHHH MMMMMHHHHHHMMM," Ms. Debbie is moaning low- head hanging down with her eyes closed. I can tell she's trying and failing to keep from flexing her sphincter- trying to open her orifice for you.

"It kind of hurts...My Queen."

You ignore her whine completely. "I want you to do something right now, Piglet," You say, "I want you to open your eyes and look at Buttercup."

She does so, and I can immediately see the beauty of her pain and humiliation. It stabs me deep.

"Tell Buttercup where my cock is right now, Piglet."

"Uhhhhhh, it's in my ass...It feels... really deep."

"Can you feel my hips against your ass as well? and my balls resting against your vulva?"

"Yes, my Queen."

"Then that means I've fully penetrated you... Tell Buttercup how it feels to have me balls-deep inside you."

"Uuhhhhh... Hhhhhuhhh... My ass feels really full... I feel submissive, I feel... kinda... slutty..."

"I think you feel slutty because you've been acting very slutty lately. It's right... You came here tonight knowing subconsciously that you need to be punished... and now you're receiving the very punishment you've earned... you may not be feeling good- but I'm sure it feels right."

"Please, my Queen..."

"Please what, Piglet? Why do I get the feeling you're going to ask me for something... impermissible..."

"Please, take my ass to your heart's content- and take what pleasure you can from me but please come quickly because I'm feeling very stretched-out, my Queen."

"I'm going to work you over slowly like this..." You push away slowly from her hips and I see your thighs move away from hers, "I intend to give you the full tour- or you'd never forgive me for taking you this far- only to let you pussy out."

The brief relief of you withdrawing your dick registers on her countenance, but it is soon replaced by a wince of pain as you trust steadily back in.

"Uuuuungh."

Her cry of pain pierces me all the way to my piercing. I am feeling a strange mixture of remorse, lust, fear, and jealousy. Part of me wants her to experience the full range of confusing feelings you've made me feel- I wouldn't want to begrudge her the slightest ecstasy you've induced into me, but I see real tears in the edges of her eyes and I wish you'd take it a little easier on her.

"Piglet, I have a question that I want you to answer very honestly because it's important for me to know the truth about you," You say slowly withdrawing your stinger again, "You recognized my Buttercup in the parking lot at the store this afternoon..."

Ms. Debbie's eyes open wide with fear as her head jerks up and she looks right at me.

"My question is this: If you could... would you have my Buttercup for your own pet? Do you want be her key holder? Would you be her mistress? Do you want to fuck her on your own terms?

These are all separate questions but Ms. Debbie doesn't answer any of them promptly; she only looks sadly into my eyes as you thrust- again- rudely into her. Your dick is probing her defenseless asshole while you're words probe her crumbling mind. You've put her right on the spot and left her nowhere to escape.

"I understand now that Buttercup belongs only to you, my Queen... The same way I would like to belong to you, my Queen."

"Oh?! Would you like to become my pet?! My Slave?! Huh, little Piglet?! You want me to decide when and if you receive any type of pleasure or pain- the way I decide for Buttercup? You're willing to go that far? Or are you just trying to play me- to whore your way into our happy little relationship? Well?"

"My Queen, I just... want to be you're little whore."

"You've got a long way to go, Piglet, we'll just have to see how you do tonight."

At that you pick up the pace bucking into her poor, helpless hole even more vigorously.

Her face is contorted into a fearful-looking grimace. Dark-wet sweat is beading up at her temples and forehead- threatening to drip down her face and drop off her nose. Her breathing is heavy, and though her body has ceased its shaking, I can tell she is ready to have you reach your climax so she can be through with this ordeal.

Her gentle moans become steady and un-self-conscious. I can tell she's lost track of me and all her shame that I'm seeing. Even though I'm right in front of you, I've disappeared from both of you again.

You fuck away at her virgin ass with a satisfied smile on your face as if you're in sole possession of some delicious secret and don't care to share it.

"I think right about now, you're starting to feel that perfectly pleasurable soreness in your tight little ass. I can't feel you putting up hardly any resistance... I hope you're enjoying it, since it's the reason why you drove all the way here tonight," you tease, "But you haven't been showing your Queen much gratitude- have you, Ms. Piglet?"

"I'm sorry, my Queen. Thank you, my Queen," she corrects herself penitently.

"That's... what... I... love...to...hear..." You say shrilly- surprising both of us with your spontaneous abandon, "OOOOOoooooaaaaaaaaauuuuhhhhh!"

You cum suddenly and loudly demonstrating to everyone in the room that you're finally receiving the pleasure you deserve- and don't need to ask anyone's permission to take it. Your voice might as well be your strong fist squeezing my balls for the ache your music induces into me.

I look to Ms. Debbie's red-cheeked, sweaty face to see if she's relieved that her tight ass has finally made you cum or search for any sign of pleasure there...

She looks to me as if she's gone dissociative on us. And to think- she still has another punishment to follow...

You slump over on her back breathing very heavy. You shuffle back your legs evidently withdrawing your dick from her freshly deflowered hole.

You rise back up and slowly walk around to the front of the stock where Ms. Debbie's panting face is attempting to recover.

"I'm not going to make you clean it- this time, Piglet, but just for fun, take just a quick sniff of your sweet self..."

You angle your cock up toward her cute little nose and she closes her mouth and involuntarily inhales.

"I love the way you stink, Piglet, don't you?... I actually think I could get used to this."

You begin tugging at the leather straps and loosen them- letting your tool-belt fall to the wooden floor between my cage and Ms. Debbie's pillory stock- clearly it lies lifeless on the floor right between our opposing views. I wish the aforementioned scent she left on it would drift toward my cage.

"Now... Where did I leave that paddle?!" You idly ask yourself. But you must know it's location because you walk directly over to your dresser again and pull open the top drawer.

"Here she is... one of my most treasured correctional tools..." At this angle I can see the wicked piece of wood, but poor Ms. Debbie cannot.

It's about 24 inches in length by 3-and-a-half inches wide until it tapers into a sporty, leather-covered handle- rather austere but menacing.
Walking up casually, you extend it rudely into Ms. Debbie's face, "Give it a kiss, my little Piglet, after all... it's about to kiss your ass... measure for measure...I think it's only fair..."

Ms. Debbie looks as if she's about to throw up, but she has enough awareness to pucker her lips and kiss your sadistic, hickory stick once with her soft, young, obedient lips.

"If you'd be so good as to count out loud for me, Piglet, it will help me keep track. I tend to get a little carried away, and I'd hate to accidentally give you more than just the twenty I owe you. I'm very generous; and I tend to over-pay."

You move dramatically back around behind and to the right of Ms. Debbie's freshly-violated ass- swinging the paddle back and forth- with whooshing sounds that fill the quiet room. A new violation is whooshing her way now. I really hope this punishment will be the culmination of her suffering for this evening. Even my own cup of schadenfreude runneth over... almost. And yet my veins still pound with empathy as I listen to the certain sounds of your practice swings.

With no warning, you step in as you swing connecting with a loud crack against her ass. Her head jerks up and her face lights up with shock and pain.

'Say it!' I think at her. 'Count it!'

"One, my Queen!"

"Good, Piglet, but I'm not sure if it should count... I didn't hear any gratitude in your voice..."

"Thank you, my Queen."

You punctuate your own name- for her- with an immediate, loud smack as your paddle connects powerfully with her ass again.

"Twooooohooh! Thank you my Queen." I can tell she's doing her best to suppress her sobs, but she'll soon lose even that battle within herself.

Smack!

"Threeeeeeeeeee!" She screams; and as the first, reluctant tears fall from her eyes, I see her thighs begin to shake with pain and adrenaline, "Thank you my Queen."

"I think you're catching on rather well, little Piglet... Only seventeen more to go...It's ok to cry... if you want to show us how sorry you are for being such a wanton slut." You smile mercilessly at neither of us.

Whack!

"Foooour! Thank you, my Queen," She opens her bottled sobs- giving up on holding back her tears

"Since you're doing so well, I want to offer you a deal: If you'd do a little 'oink oink' after you count the strokes, I might spare you the last five that I promised you."

Whack!

"Aaaahahhahahah--- Five! Oink- oink- oink, thank you my Queen!"

It tears my heart open afresh to see my new friend tortured by you this way- mentally and physically. I wish this strange pleasure I'm feeling from watching it wasn't happening, but I have to admit that it's both strong and real.

I know now you mean to break her, just as you've broken me- and just as mercilessly. The moment she laid her neck and wrists down into your stock, she became a new triangle for you to spin, and you mean to spin her senseless tonight. Maybe she has no clue to what extent you'll subsume her- but I do have an idea.

Your strokes fall lower each time- moving slowly down her ass- spreading your punishment down to her thighs. By ten, you whack her thighs just above her knees and by eleven you start over- connecting high up across her ass cheeks again. I wish I could see the beautiful paddle-shaped marks you're leaving on her. I'll probably see them eventually, but I ache in vain to see them right now... Her ass...

WHACK!

"Fifteen- oink- oink- oink," she snorts as best she can with her sob-chocked voice, "Thank, you my Queen."

Crying the soft cries of genuine pain, she lets her head droop down. I can only see the top of her head now.

"Gooooooood, Piglet," you coo, "You made it through your first severe paddling from me. I really let you feel my wrath tonight and I must commend you...you took your punishment well- like the good little whore that you are... It's ok that you're a slut, I just wanted you to be my slut. I need you to understand that your cute little cunt and your filthy little asshole belong to me."

You lean your paddle up against the wall like some absurdly-naked, field-hockey team captain.

Unlatching the far side of the pillory, you swing up the upper half of the stock to release your newly-recruited slave. She slowly stands up and you let the stock back down- leaving the sadistic furniture looking disappointed and hungry.

She's still quietly sobbing and rubbing her sore, red wrists and neck. After one last little hiccupping whimper, she gets a hold of herself, and you reach out your arms to her inviting her to embrace her Queen. She stumbles and collapses weakly into your waiting arms. Your two naked bodies intertwine for a long embrace of reconciliation. You pat her back and stroke her hair and wipe away the smudged masquera from her tear-streaked face. You rock her gently back and forth turning her body slightly each time, and I realize that I'll soon get a glimpse of the improvement you've made to her priceless, round ass.

Holy shit! What did you do to her?! You turned it red- to say the least! It looks like a sinister American flag. I hope I don't have to taste your paddle like that- like she just did! But I worry it's quite possible I will- and soon. Like the pillory stock, your paddle looks hungry for new victims. It seems to leer at me- smugly leaning still against the wall.

You slowly dance-walk your new pet back over to the bed and gently lay her down.

"No more pain tonight, little Piglet, I'm just going to hold you in my arms until the morning. I'm just going to caress your soft, young skin and sooth the pain of your well-deserved punishment away with warmth from my own body."

"Thank you, my Queen," She says lying sore and naked down into the plush comfort of your large bed. Understandably, she seems to have forgotten all about me. She is focused only on you. She's both entranced and cathartically involved with only you now.

You cross the room once more to flip off the light switch immersing us all into darkness.

"Sleep well, Buttercup," you whisper to me as an aside before sliding in next to your new slave on the big comfortable bed.

How could I possibly?! I feel nothing like tired. I feel plenty of fierce emotions and plenty uncomfortable as I shift around on the mat to try to find some position that would mercifully allow me to drift off into sleep... This cage is just too small for me. I lie on my side with my feet smooched against the bars.

In this quiet moment, with the two of you now cuddling each other peacefully on the bed, I feel my digestive system working away inside me- in spite of me. I urge myself to get some semblance of sleep but the more I try to wind down... the more exhilarated I feel.

I place my right padded mitten under the side of my head to use for a pillow and pull my knees up toward my chest to conserve what body heat I can. It's the most comfortable I've felt since entering this cage. It will have to do...

I close my eyes and slow my breathing. In my mind's eye, I can see your bed from above. You draw the soft covers sweetly over the top of the two of you as you shimmy in behind making full contact with the back of her body- into spooning position- feeling the heat of her punishment against your lap- pressing your breasts warmly against her soft naked back- cupping her own breast in your hand- gently pinching her little nipple in between your fingertips...

You'd be the 'big spoon'- of course. I can see you nestle your nose into her hair and feel you inhale her sweet youthful scent that resides there as her sweat slowly evaporates into you. You both fall quickly into the deep, contented sleep of the righteous.