The Box Punishent and Denial
By Coltic
December 13, 2021
Lending on the arm of the chair and looking down at me. His eyes not giving a sign of movement. Starring at me straight faced and daring me to push him. No choice left, I gave in. Not to Mr. Drummer, the beast with in me.
As best I could I began turning all the way on my back with my feet crossed. Arching up with my hips. Lifting, thrusting and humping the air I rattled the cage to get the satisfaction I wanted. If he wouldn't take me then I would take myself. Using the panties to grind my needy, flowing hole. It wasn't want I wanted, just what I had to do to get what I needed. A release, from a build up of this lusting desire. To explode within my body and have it escape out the very spot my desires are focused on.
Over and over I trusted my pelvis into the air putting pressure against the leather panties. Moving just enough to rub my clit on the inner lining. Wiggling my hips and squeezing my muscles with the thoughts of this event fueling my movements. Finally I was getting the sensation I been wanting. My clit felt every tiny movement from its sensitive state. The only thing I am missing is the feel of the channel between my legs widened and colapsing. The deep pressure within me as well as against me. From any thick object satisfying my cardinal urge.
Like a drugged, sleepy state I closed my eyes and drift into the responses of my clit. Slowly I condensed myself deeper drifting farther. Losing all thoughts that wasn't about the ecstasy between my legs. Going deeper as my climax slowly built its was up. Untill I was about to couldn't move.
No wait, I want to move. I want to cum. Move dam it. He had finally grabbed me and was touching me but not the way I been wanting it. With the heel of his palm just above my clit and forcing my ass down to the floor of the cage. Now not able to move at all. My rage of being denied flowed out my eyes, the anger clenched in my jaw. How dare he take this from me.
Listen to me and listen well to what I am about to say. You can be a good pet, sit and behave until this is over or you can leave. You will not act out or against my will. As long as you are here you will act proper and to my demands. His voice came to me. Not cold or cruel not even to be frightening to me. Just to shame my actions. Like I just got caught napping on the bed as if I was a puppy.
I know what your seeing is making your blood steamy. Your desires to rage with in you but if you want to misbehave and act like a wild animal. Then, an animal you will be. In this cage you will remain and to the wilds you will be returned. Or you can watch and learn. I can show you, train you to behaved and when to tap into that beast.
Releasing my pelvis and turning his palm to me he moved his hand to my face. My first thoughts are to slap his hand away. If only my hands could. My eyes move from his hand to him, back to his hand, back to his face. Watching his lips curl in the corner to become a small smile. That smile broke my first thought and replaced it my second
My features soften a little. Yes I wanted to give in to my desires. Been wanting that since I opened that box and ever sence it only grew. I turn into myself seeing the beast with in me. She bowed her head, a smile wide on her face. Glaring at me at the top of her eyes. A flash of me standing before her from her own sight came to me. I wanted the beast she wanted me, we wanted everything and we would have it all. Became my second thought. As my cheek fell into his palm and I glared just as the beast dud with me and rubbed my face in his hand.
Good girl. He praises me this time.
Those words sounded so amazing. Two little words is all it took for me to enter a euphoric state. I don't know if it was his tone in which he said it or if it was cause they were said to me. Maybe even both but I atleast knew I liked being told I was a good girl. The praise of doing something right or well even at work when nailing a had this affect on me. Right now even my beast is jumping around like a puppy seeing some small bug for the first time barking and trying to get it to play.
My attention to the Red Lady is picked back up when I heard her voice say, Good boy. She held an empty syringe as she caresses him on his hip. I think he almost lost it when she gave him a swat on the side of his ass. With a more evil, Very good boy. His teeth exposed from his lips as his face contorted into what I can only believe to be a, not yet moment. His lower half shivering along with constraint muscles with his face showing his ecstasy or concentration as he tries to hold in the fluid. Kneeling on one knee above his head, racking her fingers through his hair he began to beg her.
Not in front of my superiors. I take my punishments my lady but please allow me.
Allow you, she interrupted him. Why should I give you that right. Did you give any consideration in doing your deed properly?
I give you no excuse. I beg for tolerance and forgiveness my Masters.
The two made contact with each other and with a wave of his hand gave Red Lady his judgment. Reaching to his leash at his neck and unclasped him from the floor. Stay she commanded him, walking around the farther side of him. Taking up the bucket and placing it between his parted legs.
Your denial of your privacy is part of your punishment. You shall remember this and not disappointed me again. That is our tolerance, getting to use a bucket rather then not is our forgiveness. Up boy.
Getting his hands under him and pushing himself up and balanced up on his toes. I hear the sound of some of the fluid hitting the plastic. Reaching for the bucket and placing it underneath him a rush of what was inside came out. Could I do that? Would I be made to do that? To be forced to want go and have to hold it. The idea was both intriguing and questionable. Yet the beast in my ear whispered.
Yes, want it.
As best I could I began turning all the way on my back with my feet crossed. Arching up with my hips. Lifting, thrusting and humping the air I rattled the cage to get the satisfaction I wanted. If he wouldn't take me then I would take myself. Using the panties to grind my needy, flowing hole. It wasn't want I wanted, just what I had to do to get what I needed. A release, from a build up of this lusting desire. To explode within my body and have it escape out the very spot my desires are focused on.
Over and over I trusted my pelvis into the air putting pressure against the leather panties. Moving just enough to rub my clit on the inner lining. Wiggling my hips and squeezing my muscles with the thoughts of this event fueling my movements. Finally I was getting the sensation I been wanting. My clit felt every tiny movement from its sensitive state. The only thing I am missing is the feel of the channel between my legs widened and colapsing. The deep pressure within me as well as against me. From any thick object satisfying my cardinal urge.
Like a drugged, sleepy state I closed my eyes and drift into the responses of my clit. Slowly I condensed myself deeper drifting farther. Losing all thoughts that wasn't about the ecstasy between my legs. Going deeper as my climax slowly built its was up. Untill I was about to couldn't move.
No wait, I want to move. I want to cum. Move dam it. He had finally grabbed me and was touching me but not the way I been wanting it. With the heel of his palm just above my clit and forcing my ass down to the floor of the cage. Now not able to move at all. My rage of being denied flowed out my eyes, the anger clenched in my jaw. How dare he take this from me.
Listen to me and listen well to what I am about to say. You can be a good pet, sit and behave until this is over or you can leave. You will not act out or against my will. As long as you are here you will act proper and to my demands. His voice came to me. Not cold or cruel not even to be frightening to me. Just to shame my actions. Like I just got caught napping on the bed as if I was a puppy.
I know what your seeing is making your blood steamy. Your desires to rage with in you but if you want to misbehave and act like a wild animal. Then, an animal you will be. In this cage you will remain and to the wilds you will be returned. Or you can watch and learn. I can show you, train you to behaved and when to tap into that beast.
Releasing my pelvis and turning his palm to me he moved his hand to my face. My first thoughts are to slap his hand away. If only my hands could. My eyes move from his hand to him, back to his hand, back to his face. Watching his lips curl in the corner to become a small smile. That smile broke my first thought and replaced it my second
My features soften a little. Yes I wanted to give in to my desires. Been wanting that since I opened that box and ever sence it only grew. I turn into myself seeing the beast with in me. She bowed her head, a smile wide on her face. Glaring at me at the top of her eyes. A flash of me standing before her from her own sight came to me. I wanted the beast she wanted me, we wanted everything and we would have it all. Became my second thought. As my cheek fell into his palm and I glared just as the beast dud with me and rubbed my face in his hand.
Good girl. He praises me this time.
Those words sounded so amazing. Two little words is all it took for me to enter a euphoric state. I don't know if it was his tone in which he said it or if it was cause they were said to me. Maybe even both but I atleast knew I liked being told I was a good girl. The praise of doing something right or well even at work when nailing a had this affect on me. Right now even my beast is jumping around like a puppy seeing some small bug for the first time barking and trying to get it to play.
My attention to the Red Lady is picked back up when I heard her voice say, Good boy. She held an empty syringe as she caresses him on his hip. I think he almost lost it when she gave him a swat on the side of his ass. With a more evil, Very good boy. His teeth exposed from his lips as his face contorted into what I can only believe to be a, not yet moment. His lower half shivering along with constraint muscles with his face showing his ecstasy or concentration as he tries to hold in the fluid. Kneeling on one knee above his head, racking her fingers through his hair he began to beg her.
Not in front of my superiors. I take my punishments my lady but please allow me.
Allow you, she interrupted him. Why should I give you that right. Did you give any consideration in doing your deed properly?
I give you no excuse. I beg for tolerance and forgiveness my Masters.
The two made contact with each other and with a wave of his hand gave Red Lady his judgment. Reaching to his leash at his neck and unclasped him from the floor. Stay she commanded him, walking around the farther side of him. Taking up the bucket and placing it between his parted legs.
Your denial of your privacy is part of your punishment. You shall remember this and not disappointed me again. That is our tolerance, getting to use a bucket rather then not is our forgiveness. Up boy.
Getting his hands under him and pushing himself up and balanced up on his toes. I hear the sound of some of the fluid hitting the plastic. Reaching for the bucket and placing it underneath him a rush of what was inside came out. Could I do that? Would I be made to do that? To be forced to want go and have to hold it. The idea was both intriguing and questionable. Yet the beast in my ear whispered.
Yes, want it.