Tersely Pertinent

to refer to a

Submissive 

who is deep in 

Subspace 

as a

"Space case"

?

End of testing.   Two coats of stain on the bottom half and 3 coats of polyurethane.

So the next project has been burbling in my head.

Decided to be a bit more colorful and got me some new stain:

Scrap pine

She held her world in the palm of her hand.

it was such a small thing

a circlet of brown leather 

with a buckle and tongue of brass

the scent of her sweat still filled her nose

from their time and time again, together

she held it to face 

to soak in her tears

one final time together

She put in on herself

for the first

and last 

Time

The slave grimaced as her anus strained to hold the buttplug in.

She struggled as best she could, locked in the stocks.  Her head and hands clamped between the wooden braces.   Being made to bend at the waist left her ass vulnerable to access.   The Owner took advantage of this and wanted to give her another Reward.

It was larger than anything she had shoved up her ass before.   Maybe twice the size. And it was inserted without any lube.  She had felt her eyes go wide when her Owner placed the tip of it against her asshole and began to push it in.

The pain was almost too much for her.  She wanted to scream “STOP” but held her mouth.   Then suddenly, it was in.   All the way in.

The slave slowed her breathing, taking in long streams of air through her nose and then out her mouth.   Wiggling her butt helped some, the muscles pulling the plug in deeper.  The wiggling also caused the antenna to flog around.   She knew what would be coming soon.  

His hand patted her ass.  “Very good little whore,” The Owner told her, “Let’s see if your cunt can take being filled so much as well!”

Placing the head of the large rubber dick against the lips of her pussy, He slooooowly pushed it forward.    It began to disappear inside.  Her pussy widened to accept the fake cock, hungrily wanting more.   The entry was eased from the slave’s juices dripping out her cunt.  Her mouth gave soft moans, against her will.   She could even feel her legs moving involuntarily, widening her stance.

 The Owner pushed it in three inches, then pulled it back out with a great swiftness. The slave groaned in feeling the exit.  Only to gasp again when He pushed it in again, deeper than before.   Pulling it out again halfway, The Owner gave a final shove and pushed it all the way inside her, until the rubber scrotum rested against her body.

The slave grunted with the fullness.    Shaking her head, as much as she could, she struggled with both her holes filled.  The fake cock and anal plug almost pushed against one another.   Only a thin wall seemed to separate them from one another.

The Owner walked around her body and back up front of the stocks.   Careful not to step in the urine puddle under head, He bent over so he was face to face with her.   He looked over her face and admired the dried piss on it.  Lifting her chin, He looked her straight in the eye and said “I knew you could take that little whore.    You have a greedy cunt and asshole.  Now we will find out how greedy they are.”

He raised his other hand and showed her His cell phone.  With a thumb click from Him, a vibration started in her cunt.  Small at first, then gradually increasing.   The slave’s eyelids drooped from the feeling, concentrating on the sensations between her legs.  

“Oh, you like that do you, whore?  How about this?”  Her Owner grinned at her while making another thumb click.

The vibration in her cunt stopped suddenly and a new set started in her anus.  The plug shook, sending out waves of pleasure throughout her rectum.  The slave started a toe dance, seemingly trying to get away from the feeling.   A whimper started at the back of her throat, as her dance increased with the vibration.

Standing straight up, her Owner laughed at the slave’s predicament. “Poor little whore!   Don’t you like the butt buzzing?   Maybe both at once is your pleasure.”  He adjusted the app for the devices.

The plug’s vibrations stopped and the dildo’s started.   First very strong and then dwindled down, only to zoom back up again.   The plug joined the dildo in sending out sensations.   Up and down, up and down.   Then they moved in random vibes.   Never both strong at once.

The slave closed her eyes fully and started to whimper in earnest.   Tears dripped from her eyes, washing away some of the dried urine.   Fighting the vibrations as much as she could, she was trying to fend off what she knew was going to happen: an orgasum was soon arriving.

Then with great suddenness, the devices died and her knocked aside from a strong slap!  

“Not yet, little whore,” her Owner barked at her.  “No cumming until I give you permission.”  

The slave blinked her eyes from the slap and looked up at him, as best she could.  “Yes, Sir.  Thank you for the correction, Sir.” 

The random vibrations start again, as He restarted the devices.   She closed her eyes again to fight against the sensations.  Her Owner put his cell phone in the front pocket of his jeans and then unbuckled his belt.    Snapping the button and lowering his zipper allowed his pants to drop to the floor.    He then grasped his stiffened cock by the base, moving the tip of it to her mouth. 

“Open up, whore!  Here is something to keep you busy so you don’t cum.”  He told her, as he pressed the tip against her lips.

The slave popped her eyes open and slightly opened her mouth.   With the barrier open, Her Owner shoved his cock deep into her throat.  She gaged slightly from the size of it.   Then it was withdrawn, only to being driven in again.  Only harder. 

His hips moved in a rhythm of their own.  Holding the hair at the top of her head, The Owner fucked her mouth as hard as he could.   His balls slapped her chin as he drove in, and the tip would almost appear on withdrawal. 

Occasionally He would stop the thrusting, leaving His cock deep in her throat.  When He did, it triggered her gag reflex, she would start to choke and the bile start to rush up!  To keep the slave from fully puking, her Owner would take himself from her mouth, allowing the little bit of bile to rain to the floor.

The slave spitted and held her mouth open wide, to accept His cock again.  Her chin was covered in drool and bile, and her tongue stretched out in an attempt to lick his balls.   Sweat fell from her brow from the exertion.  Looking down at her, The Owner laughed and wiped the shaft of his dick on her cheeks, first one side then the other.    

“Looks like your mouth is as hungry as your twat and asshole, whore.   Guess it is time to feed you.”  He told her as He spiked His cock back in ther mouth.    “Suck it WHORE!  Suck it as hard as you can!”

The slave kept her lips as tight around Him as she could.   She tried to run her tongue over His member, but he was so fast in His thrusts!  

She lost track of time. The mouthfucking seemed to continue for hours, when her Owner started to shutter.   With a final thrust, He held her head tight to His groin and pinched her nose closed with a hand.  His ejaculate filled her mouth and gushed down her throat.    Not being able to breathe or move her head, the slave was forced to swallow his load.  

Her Owner groaned loudly and held his position until he was fully done.   Finally letting go of her nose and pulling His cock from her mouth, the slave gasped the biggest breath she could take.  

Even with her breathing pounding heavily from her body, she managed to look up him and ask “Sir, May I cum now?  Please??”

He simply smiled at her and told her “No.”

Taking a small break from my writing, while working on the format and deciding whether to continue the addition of the photos:

Here is the completed flogger:

The shoe glue completely cured on Thursday and it was ready for a stress test.   So the back of the basement sectional got abused again (No not that way.  My last name is not Vance) and all the falls remained in the handle.

For those who missed the prior post on it:

The handle is 6 inches of stainless steel tube capped on each end with a rubber cap.   A chrome drawer pull on on the butt and the head cap was hollowed out to allow the falls.

The falls are 18" (overall) yak hide.   The yak has a weight of about 4 oz (1 oz is 1/64 "), so it is fairly heavy, comparatively speaking.   Knowing this, I was planning on only using 13 falls, but they were too thick for the tube and could only glue in 12. 

(Trigger Warning:  I am testing a new format and have included Adult Images with the text)

The slave could not remember how long she had sat there on the horse.

All she could focus on was the radiating pain she felt in her pussy and her asshole.   She tried easing it by pulling herself up on the ropes around her wrists, but she couldn’t make herself move anymore.   The weights her Owner attached to each of her ankles kept pulling her down, forcing her body towards the floor.

The slave then remembered the timer on the cart.  But turning her head caused her breasts to swing and that brought even more pain to her.   When her tits moved, so did the pumping cups, still sucking on her nipples. 

The slave’s eyes followed the tubes running from the ends of the cups to the container on the cart.  It was next to that container where the clock sat

The clock read 52 minutes and 10.3 seconds.

“Only that long?”, she cried herself.  

The slave shook her head in despair.  This only made the pain worse in her body.  Tears ran from her eyes.

Even so, she raised her head as she heard footsteps approaching.  Not wanting to turn her head again, she waited until the sounds came from behind her and The Owner walked into her view.

“How are you doing, Bessie?    Given me enough milk yet?”  He laughed at her, enjoying seeing her squirm.

The slave shook her head and winched.  She could not answer with the baby bottle still strapped to her mouth. Drinking as much of the white liquid as she could, there still remained some at the bottom.

“Let’s check, shall We?”  He said to her as he went over to the cart.  

Glancing at the clock and nodding, The Owner looked down at the top of the milking machine container. “Bessie! There isn’t anything in this!   Are you off your feed?”, He scolded her. 

He uttered a gruff grunt and flipped off the switch of the pump.  The slave felt some relief as the sucking action stopped on her nipples.   The Owner then walked back to her and pulled the cups from her breasts.

She screamed as best she could through the bottle! 

The returning blood flow brought a new wave of pain.   However, luckily, it was brief.  As it subsided, she relaxed her muscles and the horse seemed to rise up in her pussy.

“Poor little Bessie! “  The Owner clucked at her, “Maybe we should get you off that thing.

He went over and unlocked the weights from each ankle, dropping them to the floor.  The slave breathed a sigh of relief and then gasped again, as He wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her from the horse.

Setting her chastely on her knees, The Owner bent her over, so her head touched the floor.  He then untied the rope around her wrists and waited until she steadied herself and caught her breath.

“You are such a good little meat, cunt.  I think you deserve a reward.”  He told her, grabbing a handful of hair and walking her towards a door on the other side of the room.

The slave followed the lead as fast as she could.  With the pain her in pussy and tits subsiding, she scrambled across the floor fairly quickly. 

Once through the door with her Owner, she looked around to see what her reward could possibly be.   What her eyes showed her was a set of stocks, just like out of a Robin Hood movie.

It was a large wooden board, about three feet long by two feet wide.  In it were three holes.   A large one in the middle and one to each side.   The board looked like it was cut in half across the width and then mounted to a stout wooden post.

“Move along, cunt.  You want your reward don’t you?”  The Owner chastised her, as he drug her over to the device.

Letting go of her hair, he got a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked a small padlock on the edge of the stocks.   “Stand up cunt”, He barked at her, raising the top half of the stocks up.

The slave unsteadily got to her feet.   She knew what he wanted. Bending over, she lowered her head and placed her neck in the bottom of the now separated middle hole.   At the same time, she laid each wrist in the sockets next to her head.  

The Owner grunted and slammed the stocks closed, clicking the padlock shut.  He then went behind her and kicked at each of her feet, until they were positioned as he wanted.   When he was finished, he smacked her on the ass and laughed.

“And now for your reward, cunt!”  He laughed at her, as he walked round to where she could see him beginning to unzip his pants.