"I want to play a game." Peter said as he stroked my back tenderly.

We had been having sex for over an hour, and now we were both laying on the couch, exhausted and just enjoying each other's presence.

"What kind of game?" I asked as I felt my stomach fluttering inside of me.

"It's called pet play, do you know what it is?" he asked me as his hand dipped between my legs.

But before I could answer, his fingers pushed inside of me and I gasped, surprised.

Unable to talk, I shook my head as I closed my eyes. Despite having cummed twice already, I was still aroused, and as his fingers moved inside of me I felt my lust flaring up once more.

"It's pretty simple. You have to behave as if you were my pet." he added as he pushed himself even deeper.

And just as fast as it started, he pulled his hand away, leaving me desperate for more.

"Get on the floor, on your hands and knees." he said, his voice suddenly firm and commanding.

Aroused and confused, I looked at him for an instant and then I slid off the couch and I did as he told.

Above me, Peter was smiling as he slowly stroked his cock.

"Very well." he said as he patted my head as if I were a dog. "Crawl."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, so I looked at him for a moment before he chuckled softly.

"I told you to crawl, Sarah. On your hands and knees, say, around the coffee table." he added a moment later, before he got up. "Go."

And as he did, I lowered my head and I started crawling around the coffee table in a big circle, thankful for the carpet under my knees. It was humiliating, but I didn't dare say it out loud.

After a few circles I dared to look at him and what I saw made me shudder.

He was standing next to the couch, his cock already hard, and he was looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

"Wait, you are missing something." he said before he ran away.

I stopped, unsure what to do, but he returned a moment later holding something strange.

On one end there was an anal plug, something I was already familiar with, but hanging from was what looked like a strip of fur. It took me a second to realize what it was, and by then Peter was crouching next to me.

"Lick." he said as he pushed the butt plug into my mouth.

I did as he told, making it as wet as I could, and then he pushed it into my asshole until my sphincter locked around the flared base. The plug wasn't that big, I thought as I got used to the sensation, but then I looked back and I saw what was obviously a tail hanging from it.

"There, much better." Peter said as he got up. "Now you are my pretty little puppy."

And as he called me that, I felt a shudder running down my back as my face burned bright red.

I stood still for a moment as he looked at me, his eyes burning with lust. Then, before I had to be told again, I started crawling around the table once more.

I could feel Peter's eyes on me, and a moment later he told me to swing my hips more. Even more humiliated than before, I did as he said, wanting to please him.

I continued like that for a while, until he sat on the couch and then he told me to give him a blowjob.

After I crawled between his legs, I knelt, only to realize that the position put a lot more pressure on the plug, but it wasn't too bad, I told myself. The feeling of the fur between my legs was deeply unsettling, though.

It felt strange and humiliating, but at least it was just a game and it would soon be over, I told myself.

The next time I was at his house, just after the front door closed, he ruffled my hair and called me his puppy. After telling me to get naked and on the floor, he pushed the tail plug into my ass once again and he made me crawl around the house behind him.

My dad had gone away on a longer than usual trip, and I had told Peter on the phone before I got to his place. He had been pretty excited to hear that, and I was too.

"I have a present for you. Sit." he said as we stopped in front of his bed.

I did as he said, licking my lips nervously in anticipation.

Peter disappeared for a moment and when he came back he was holding a leather collar. It was black and pretty thick, with a steel ring on the middle and a huge buckle on one end.

He held it in front of me and then he smiled.

"I thought that we could try something new today, though I fear it might be a bit too much for you." he said a moment later.

And as he said that, anger flared up inside of me at the idea that he thought that I couldn't handle it.

"What do you mean?" I asked trying not to let my anger show through.

"Well... it's something... that might be a bit too much for you, but if you think you can handle it..." he said a moment later.

He was manipulating me, of course, but I was too angry to realize that. All I could think of was proving to him that I could.

"I can, though." I said, my voice full of pride.

Smiling coldly, Peter looked at me as I realized that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. Before I could back out, though, he moved closer to me and he slipped the collar around my neck.

"That's my puppy." he said tenderly as he closed it behind me.

The collar was heavy and uncomfortable, but I stayed quiet as he adjusted it a little tighter. Then he slipped a couple of fingers between it and my neck, and apparently satisfied, he took a step back.

"That looks great on you." he said a moment later, making me blush.

"Here are the rules, so pay attention." he said as he started walking in a circle around me.

"You are only allowed to crawl from now on, so no more walking on two feet. Is that clear?" he said a moment later.

Incredulous, I looked at him expecting him to start laughing but he just looked back at me, his face deadly serious.

"Okay." I said meekly.

"You are not allowed to talk, except to ask for permission to go to the toilet." he said next.

"What?" I asked him, my voice full of confusion.

"What part of you are not allowed to speak didn't you understand, my puppy?" Peter asked me a moment later as he stopped in front of me.

"I am sorry." I answered him hurriedly as I looked at the floor.

"You are not allowed to speak, puppy. Remember that." he said a moment later.

"From now on, you will call me Master, as in, if I ask you something, you have to say yes..." he said before he pointed at me.

"Yes, Master?" I said hesitantly.

"Very good." he said, and a moment later he started walking around me once more.

"And this one is the really hard one." he said a moment later. "You are not allowed to cum without my permission anymore."

It took me a moment to understand what he meant, and when I did I thought I had misunderstood him.

I was about to ask him what he meant when I realized I wasn't supposed to talk, so instead, I looked at him and I waited.

"Yes, my puppy?" Peter asked me a moment later, looking pleased.

"I... what do you mean? Master..." I asked him, almost forgetting the last part.

"As I said, from now on, you can't cum, unless I say you can." Peter explained a moment later.

"If you do cum without my permission, or if you break any of the other rules, I will have to punish you." he added a moment later.

And the way he said the last words filled me with fear.

Suddenly terrified, I nodded quickly and then I looked at the floor.

Then Peter knelt before me and he looked lovingly into my eyes before he kissed me. His hand started caressing my back and suddenly I could feel my body melting under his touch.

It was just a game, I told myself as I felt his tongue swirling around mine. I could do it.

And then, without warning, I felt the butt plug moving inside me and I gasped in shock.

We had played with a few vibrators before, but Peter didn't like them because he said they made me cum too fast.

Smiling, Peter got up and then he stood above me, towering like a giant.

"Blow me." he said as he pulled his cock out of his pants.

Not wasting any time, I took him into my mouth and I started sucking his cock as best as I could, and after a few tries, I managed to take him into my throat until I was gagging on it.

A while ago he had told me that he liked to see me gag on his cock, and despite how uncomfortable it was for me, after that I always tried to do it.

From time to time, when I needed to breathe, I pulled back and I started sucking his balls into my mouth before I licked his shaft until his whole cock was wet with my saliva.

And as I did that, I felt the plug vibrating inside of me. It was maddeningly slow, and soon I realized that it was just there to keep me on edge. If I kept my concentration, I wouldn't cum, but if I slipped, then I would fail.

He hadn't said what my punishment would be, but I had no intention of finding out, so even as I sucked his cock I did my best to concentrate on not cumming.

It didn't take long for him to cum, though.

Suddenly he grabbed my head and then he pushed himself as deep as he could before his cock started twitching. Then he came into my throat, filling it with his cum as I tried my best not to choke.

The first time he had tried that, I had failed miserably and as his cock left my throat I started coughing. Desperate, I had dropped to the floor just as his cum, mixed with my saliva to form a slimy white fluid, finally flew out of my mouth only to land on the floor.

Humiliated and afraid, I looked at him but he didn't seem to care. If anything, he had seemed amused by the spectacle.

This time though, as I felt his cum splashing against my throat, I held my breath and once he pulled out I did my best to swallow the sticky mess that was left in it.

Satisfied, Peter patted my head and then he looked at his watch.

"I think... it's time to eat, come." he said before he turned around and left.

At first, I just stood there, feeling the taste of his cum in my mouth as I looked around the room, but then I sighed softly and I started crawling behind him.

It felt weird, but a lot of the things we did felt weird, especially at first, I told myself. Still, the idea of not being able to cum bothered me. It was then that I realized that I didn't know how long the game was supposed to last, and I became even more worried that I wouldn't be able to make it.

By the time I made it to the kitchen, Peter was already cooking. The smell of meat filled the air and my stomach started grumbling inside of me.

Unsure of what I was supposed to do if I couldn't stand up, I knelt next to the table and just waited.

The plug in my ass was still vibrating, though by then it was more a distraction than anything else.

By the time he finished cooking the air in the kitchen was almost intoxicating and I could feel my mouth watering as I imagined the steak I was going to eat.

But to my surprise, when Peter set the table, he only did it for himself. I looked at him, worried that I wouldn't get to eat as he sat down and started eating all by himself.

He was smiling, though, and from time to time his eyes danced towards me as I did my best to stay still.

"Come." he said a moment later as he patted his legs.

Almost desperately, I crawled towards him and I knelt next to his chair.

Peter then looked at me and as he smiled, he cut a small piece of meat. After dipping it in the sauce, he picked it up with his fingers and then dangled it in front of me.

Humiliated, I looked at it and then into his eyes. I was starving by then, but the idea of him feeding me scraps with his hands was just too much for me.

Or so I thought, as a moment later he swung it around and then he raised his eyebrows. Feeling defeated, and before he could take it away, probably leaving me with no food, I leaned forwards, and then I opened up my mouth.

Smiling, he pushed it into my mouth, and then he returned to his meal.

"Good girl." he said as he continued eating.

And despite how humiliating it had felt, the moment I tasted the meat all my resolve disappeared.

I took the next piece of meat almost instantly, and soon I was sucking the sauce from his fingers, desperate to get every last bit of it.

By the time he finished eating, I was still hungry, but he simply got up, and after setting the dishes on the sink, he looked at me, and then he smiled.

"Very good, puppy." he said as he ruffled my hair once more. "Come."

With that done, he left the kitchen, and once more I was left alone. This time I looked at the stove, where the pan was. I could almost imagine myself licking the remains of the sauce directly from it. It would just be a moment, I told myself, but in the end, I lowered my head and I crawled behind him.

He was waiting for me in the bedroom. He had undressed, and his cock was hanging between his legs.

I shuddered at the sight of it, and then the vibrator inside of me picked up its pace and I had to tense my body as I struggled to resist the maddening sensation.

Oblivious to my problem, Peter climbed on the bed and patted the mattress next to him.

I did my best to crawl there, and once I was laying next to him, he started kissing me tenderly as his hands roamed over my body.

Soon I was moaning loudly, desperate for release, but then I remembered that I couldn't cum. As fear bloomed inside of me, I tensed my body and I did my best to resist.

It was almost impossible though, as he slowly pushed me along until my body was felt on fire. When his hands found my sex, I almost screamed in frustration, and in a desperate attempt to resist I grabbed the bed sheets and I started pulling from them as I tried to distract myself.

Peter, though, seemed determined to make me fail.

A moment later, he pushed his cock inside my pussy and he started fucking me with long, slow strokes.

As he did, my breathing became fast and shallow, and my whole body started tingling as I closed my eyes and held my breath in one last and desperate attempt to resist, but in the end, it was all useless.

Unable to control myself, I inevitably came, and as my body rocked powerfully under his, I realized I had failed.

When I managed to open my eyes, I saw Peter looking down at me. He looked both annoyed and amused as the last of my orgasm faded away.

"I am sorry... I tried but..." I said before I realized I wasn't supposed to talk either.

Then, before I could even react, Peter spun my body around, and then he pulled my body until my head was hanging off the edge of the bed. Then he got out of the bed and he stood in front of me.

At first, I thought he was going to fuck my throat, but instead he started pumping his cock as he aimed it at my face, and as I watched in pure disbelief, he came.

The first jet of cum landed across my chin and my neck, followed by another that landed across my nose and a third that ran from my mouth to my eyes. Shocked, I stood still as yet another one landed across my eyes, and then it was over.

I could hear him panting above me as his cum slowly dripped down my face.

Despite all the things we had done, and even after having swallowed his cum countless times, he had never cummed in my face, something that I had always thought was disgusting.

Now that he had, all I wanted to do was to clean myself, but I didn't dare to move, fearful that I would anger him further.

Unable to open my eyes, I could only feel as Peter brushed the tip of his cock on my cheek, and then he took a step back.

"I will have to punish you, my puppy." he said a moment later, his voice suddenly serious.

Swallowing nervously, I nodded slowly as I realized that cumming in my face wasn't the punishment. Fear slowly filled my mind as I imagined all the things he could do, but in the end, I realized that the worse option, the one he would probably choose, was something new to me.

A moment later I felt something soft landing on my chest and as I grabbed it I realized it was a towel.

"Clean yourself up, and go kneel in the corner until I return." he said as I heard him walking away.

Desperate not to make things worse, I cleaned my face as best as I could, and then I crawled to one of the corners.

Kneeling became unconformable fast, though, as I soon found out as minutes turned into an hour, and my knees started to hurt. I tried to shift my weight from one to the other, hoping that would ease the pain, but it made little difference.

The vibrating plug, meanwhile, was still rumbling away inside of me, keeping me constantly on edge, and despite the fear and having just cummed, I was still aroused.

But there was something even worse than the pain on my knees, the fear and the constant arousal. I had to pee, and soon, or I would make things even worse.

By the time Peter came back, almost two hours after he left, I was desperate, and the minute he came in, I looked at the floor and I took a deep breath.

"Please, Master... I... I need to go to the toilet..." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

As I did, Peter stopped and then he sighed loudly, almost annoyed.

"Come." he said as he turned headed towards the bathroom.

As soon as he did, I started crawling behind him, though the moment I did my legs started tingling painfully and I had to slow down. By the time I made it to the bathroom, I was almost crying from the pain, but I kept quiet.

I had expected him to give me privacy, but when I entered, he was waiting for me next to the toilet, looking impatiently at me.

Realizing I wasn't going to get it, I climbed onto the toilet while I held my tail out of the way as I tried to relax. But even as full as I was, at first I couldn't, and it took me a few very uncomfortable minutes to be able to relive myself with him looking at me.

It felt deeply humiliating to pee in front of him, but I couldn't deny that like most of the things I did, it was also strangely arousing.

When it was over, though, I almost cried with joy.

Filled with a sense of euphoria, I climbed down onto the floor, and I flushed the toilet as I looked at his feet.

"Come." Peter said a moment later, though this time he sounded almost sad.

We returned to the room and once there he stopped next to me and he started caressing my head, almost tenderly.

"It gives me no joy to punish you. But if you misbehave, I have no other choice. You must learn that breaking the rules is not okay, and you also have to pay the consequences. You understand that, don't you?" he asked me a moment later.

Terrified, I remembered the pain I felt as I knelt for hours and I thought to myself that surely that would be enough, but despite that, I nodded slowly as I tried to imagine what my punishment would be.

"Good puppy..." he said as he looked into my eyes. "I will let you know when I decide your punishment."

A moment later he sat on the bed and he patted his lap. I climbed on top of his legs, facing him, and as I started shuddering I felt his cock pressing against my pussy.

Then he started caressing my back as he slowly nibbled my neck. Soon I was melting onto him and I could feel my pussy dripping onto his cock.

Before I could cum again, though, he led me toward the bed, and then he started fucking me again.

I was terrified I would cum again so I did my best to distract myself. Luckily for me, a few minutes after he started, he flipped me over and after pulling out my plug, he started fucking my ass.

It was easier to resist that, I thought, as he was always rougher when he fucked my ass, and it was much less pleasurable for me.

Trapped under him, I did my best to endure as he rammed his cock into my ass over and over again, until suddenly he buried himself as deep as he could, and then he came inside of me, filling my ass with his cum.

After he finished, he pulled out and then dropped onto the bed next to me. Then he wrapped his arms around me and after he kissed my forehead, he fell asleep.

It took me a long time to fall asleep, though.

My mind was racing, and I wondered how long I was supposed to continue like that. The collar felt heavy around my neck and my ass was sore, both from wearing the plug for so long and from the anal sex.

But the worst part was the constant arousal. I was thankful I wasn't wearing the plug while I tried to sleep, though.

----

Much to my dismay, the next day Peter woke up and told me to follow him to the bathroom. There he used the toilet first as I watched and then it was my turn.

Relieving myself in front of him was still humiliating, but I kept quiet. After that, we had a shower together where he basically cleaned me as I stood still and once that was done, he slipped the butt plug into my asshole once more.

Next, I followed him to the kitchen where he made breakfast and once again he fed me from his plate. I was still hungry from the previous night, though, and what little he gave me was not nearly enough.

After breakfast, Peter told me he had to do some paperwork, and he made me kneel next to him for almost an hour as he worked on his computer. I was still tired, and my legs were soon screaming in pain, but once more I kept quiet until he finally finished and we went to the living room.

We used to watch movies in the morning, and today was no exception. I even got to sit, though on the floor next to him instead of on the couch.

Halfway through the movie, though, he ordered me to blow him and I spent 15 minutes sucking his cock until he finally came in my mouth.

By the time the movie was over I was feeling incredibly frustrated, but he didn't seem to notice.

He made dinner as I watched and then he fed me, though once again after it was over I was still hungry, and then I followed him to the garden where we sat under the sun while he caressed my breasts, my belly and my pussy. Then he flipped me over and he started fucking me.

Terrified that the neighbors would hear us, I bit my lips and I did my best to stay quiet as I grunted in frustration.

By then I was almost ready to cum, but it was obvious Peter was only teasing me.

After a while, he pushed himself deep into my pussy and he came.

The rest of the day was the same. I would blow him or he would fuck me, I would get even more frustrated and then he would feed me, and then he would fuck me again. Whenever he wanted anything he would order me to do it. Whenever I needed to go to the toilet I would ask for his permission and I would, of course, call him master.

Soon I was gritting my teeth with anger, but he seemed oblivious of my frustration.

By the time night fell, he fucked me one more time, and then he laid next to me before he fell asleep almost immediately.

I listened to him snoring for a while, hoping I would fall asleep too, but I was too frustrated to fall asleep.

I was exhausted, though, and as time passed by and I still couldn't sleep, I realized I had to go to the toilet once again.

I contemplated the idea of waking him up first, but in the end, I slipped off the bed as quietly as I could, and then I crawled to the bathroom.

Once there, I sat on the toilet and I pissed alone for the first time in two days, something that sounded incredibly bizarre when I thought about it. After that, realizing I was alone, I got up and stood in front of the mirror.

I hadn't seen myself in a while, I realized. The collar around my neck looked very strange, even though I had almost forgotten about it, but besides that, there was something else that was different even if I couldn't tell what.

But the more I looked at myself, the more aroused I became. And suddenly the idea that he was sleeping struck me. I looked behind me at the door, and after making sure I was still alone, I sat on the edge of the bathtub and I pulled my legs apart.

My heart was beating furiously, and for a moment I almost stopped as the idea I was doing something wrong flooded my mind.

But my arousal was much greater than my fear, it seemed, as a moment later I started playing with myself. I was already wet, and not long after, I was rocking my hips as I moaned softly.

After closing my eyes, I laid back as best as I could, and I pushed first one and then two fingers into me, savoring the sensation.

I wanted it to last longer, to stretch that moment just a bit more, but after so much frustration, I couldn't control myself too long, and a few minutes after I started, I felt my body tensing and I finally came.

It wasn't as powerful as the orgasms I had with Peter, I thought disappointed as it faded away, but at least it was something. Now all I had to do was clean myself up and then return to his side.

But a moment later, just as I was about to sit up, I hear something and when I looked up I saw Peter, standing by the door with his arms crossed.

He looked angrily at me for a moment before he shook his head.

Suddenly terrified, I dropped onto the floor in an instant, and then I looked at his feet as my heart started beating furiously inside of me.

Moving slowly, Peter walked towards me, and then he stopped a couple of feet in front of me.

"You know you are not allowed to cum without permission." he said a moment later.

Unable to speak, I simply nodded as I tried to stay still.

"Then why did you do it?" he asked a moment later, his voice tight and controlled.

I had screwed up, I thought as I swallowed nervously. I had failed him, I hadn't been able to control myself, and the idea made me feel even worse.

Knowing he was waiting for my answer, though, I took a deep breath, and then I closed my eyes.

"I am... sorry, Master. I... I failed you." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Peter took a deep breath and then he just stood there. I could feel his eyes on the back of his head as I trembled slowly.

Finally, just when I thought I couldn't resist any longer, he turned around and headed towards the door.

"Wait for me at the foot of the bed." he ordered me before he disappeared.

Desperate not to anger him any further, I crawled towards the room as I cursed myself for being so stupid. Once there I knelt by the bed and I waited as I tried to listen to his movements through the house, but to no avail.

Finally, he returned and then he stopped next to me. He was holding a roll of rope in his hand, and he just stood there silently.

I wanted to beg him for forgiveness, to tell him I was sorry, that he didn't need to punish me, but instead, I stood perfectly still and I kept quiet. I felt horrible and I felt I had betrayed him.

Then he knelt next to me, and he looked into my eyes. He looked more disappointed than angry, which made me feel even worse.

"Anything you want to say?" he asked me as he uncoiled the rope.

After swallowing nervously, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"I am sorry, Master, I... I failed you..." I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I deserve to be punished..."

Peter seemed satisfied with my answer, but despite that, he grabbed the rope and after guiding me to the floor, he started tying me.

After tying my hands behind my back, he tied my ankles and then he secured the end of the rope to the foot of the bed. Then he grabbed a ball gag and after forcing it into my mouth, he locked it behind my head.

I tried to wiggle out of the ropes but it was useless, and soon I could feel my arms and legs bloating as the ropes cut my blood flow.

Peter, though, stood up and after giving me one last look of disappointment, he returned to the bed.

Not long after, I could hear him snoring as I sobbed quietly. Not from the pain in my arms and legs, not because I had been caught or because I was afraid of the punishment I was going to get the next day. It wasn't any of that, I realized as I laid my face on the cold floor.

It was because I had failed him.

----

When Peter woke me the next morning, I had barely gotten an hour of sleep. I was exhausted, and my whole body hurt from sleeping on the floor.

He stood above me as I laid on the floor, and then he knelt next to me and he took a deep breath.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom before we begin?" he asked me.

He sounded disappointed and sad, which made me feel horrible.

After nodding, he untied my legs but left my hands as they were, and then he led me to the bathroom.

After I managed to sit on the toilet, I peed and then I sat there, realizing I couldn't wipe myself without my hands. Peter, though, looked at my predicament and after rolling up some toilet paper he did it for me.

After flushing, he led me to the bedroom once more, and there he told me to wait.

As I waited for him to return, my heart started beating furiously inside me as my mind raced with all the possibilities. I was sure it was going to hurt, that it would be much worse than anything I had done before, and worst of all, I knew I deserved it.

By the time Peter arrived, I was almost desperate for him to punish me. It was the only way I could prove to him that I was truly sorry, that I had learned my lesson. It might have sounded crazy to others, but not to me.

If not for the gag, I would have started begging him to do it.

Peter, though, looked at me, and then he shook his head. A moment later he knelt next to me and he embraced me against his chest. The moment he did I started sobbing, unable to resist any longer.

As tears ran down my face and onto his back I started mumbling despite my gag how sorry I was, for him to forgive me. Even I couldn't understand my words, but it didn't matter.

Peter shushed me softly as he ran his hands over my hair, and then he just held me for a few minutes, until I was sobbing softly.

Then he grabbed my face and he looked into my eyes, his face full of sorrow.

"You know I have to do this, don't you?" he asked me.

And as he did, I nodded desperately as I tried to shake the tears from my eyes.

Apparently satisfied, he took another deep breath and then he untied my arms.

The moment blood returned to them, they started burning. It wasn't that bad at first, but as minutes passes, it became stronger and stronger until suddenly I felt as if they were being burned by fire and I had to hold onto them as I bit my gag desperately.

Soon, though, the pain started to fade away, leaving behind a soft, tingling sensation.

Once it had stopped, Peter looked at me, and then he grabbed the rope once more.

This time he tied my wrists in front of me, though not as tightly as last night. Once that was done, he grabbed the other end of the rope and passed it through a hoop on the ceiling that I hadn't noticed before.

With one quick pull, he took up the slack, and then he started pulling slowly as he forced me to stand up and then to raise my arms above my head.

Then he kept pulling until I was standing on the tip of my toes. It was very hard to keep my balance, and from time to time I would start falling, and then my whole weight would pull from my arms until I managed to find my balance once more.

Suddenly scared, I looked at him, and then I started shuddering in fear.

He was holding a thin wooden rod, about as thick as a pencil, but as long as his arm. As I looked, he swung it around the air quickly and it made a loud swooshing sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Six blows. I think is an adequate punishment, don't you think?" he asked me, his voice suddenly cold and full of anger.

Terrified, I closed my eyes and I nodded desperately.

"Count them. After each hit, is that clear?" he told me a moment later, and once more I nodded desperately.

Then he moved behind me and I could only hear as he took a few deep breaths before I heard the rod whipping through the air.

A sharp, agonizing jolt of pain suddenly exploded in my back. It was so strong that my whole body tensed and I started biting on the gag so hard that my teeth dug into the hard rubber.

I couldn't move nor breathe, all I could do was stay still as pain washed over my body until it was all I could think.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, the worse of the pain slowly faded away, leaving behind a dull burning sensation where he had struck me.

After one blow, I was already exhausted, I realized as sweat poured from my body. My breathing was fast and shallow, and by then I could no longer hold myself up and was just hanging from my arms.

Then I saw Peter, standing in front of me. He looked worried, but he stood away from me as I tried to catch my breath.

It was only then that I remembered his words and I mumbled through my gag a muffled one.

Peter looked at me with sadness and then he nodded.

A moment later, he stood behind me once more, and then, without warning, the second blow struck my back, just a little lower than the first.

This time I screamed hoarsely into the air as the pain exploded in my back. It was pure agony, and I had never felt so much pain in my life.

Tears streamed down my face as I lost all my strength and I just started swinging from the ceiling.

And to my surprise, despite the horrible pain, I remembered, and not long after I mumbled a two.

The next three blows came one after the other, giving me almost no time to recover in between them, and by the time only one remained, I was just about ready to pass out.

I was soaked in sweat and my head was hanging limply between my arms. All I could feel was pain, and inside my mind, beneath the agony coming from my back, I kept repeating to myself that I had failed him, over and over again, like a depressing mantra.

Only one more remained.

The last blow, though, landed on the lower part of my ass and I discovered a new form of agony, as the tender flesh of my ass was much more sensitive than my back.

As exhausted as I was, the pain made me jump forward as I screamed in renewed agony, and then once again I collapsed and I was left hanging from my arms.

It was over, I thought distantly as I got a sick feeling of joy blooming in me. It was finally over.

A moment later I felt Peter's arms wrap around me before he released the roped and I collapsed onto him. I felt him carrying me and then he laid me down into something warm.

When I opened up my eyes I was in the bathtub, submerged under warm water.

Peter was sitting next to me as he untied my arms and once that was done, he undid the strap behind my back and he carefully pulled the gag from my mouth.

My jaw was aching, and to my amazement, I could see my teeth imprinted deeply into the hard rubber. My mouth felt dry and pasty, and before I could say anything, Peter was holding a glass of water in front of me.

The water felt cool on my throat, and after I finished the glass, I felt a little bit better.

Despite how tired I was, I managed to look up and I saw Peter's face, full of worry. Suddenly all the agony I had felt seemed to disappeared and I started sobbing.

"I'm... I'm... really sorry... please, please... you have to forgive me. I will never... disobey you again... Master" I mumbled almost hysterically as I grabbed onto his hand and I started crying.

And as I cried, Peter caressed my back tenderly, while he shushed me softly.

"I know you won't." he said after he kissed my forehead.

After I stopped crying, I slipped my body under the water, until only my face remained above.

Peter sat next to me, caressing my arms, my breasts and my neck. Despite the pain, it felt good, and slowly I managed to relax as the water helped ease the pain. I couldn't move, though, as whenever I tried, the pain would come rushing back.

After a while, when the water became cold, Peter picked me up and carried me to the bed.

He had laid a towel over it, and after setting me down on it, he helped me roll over until I was facing down. Then he sat next to me, and he started rubbing something on my back. It smelled sweet, like almonds and honey.

It was agonizing at first, especially when his fingers brushed over where the rod had struck, but after a while, the pain started to fade away and I managed to relax, if only a little.

And as his hands roamed over my back, I noticed they were moving lower and lower, until I could feel them slipping between my ass cheeks.

I was suddenly terrified that he was testing me again and I tensed my body to try to resist.

"Shhhh.... relax... you can cum." he whispered into my ears, and as he did, I felt my body melting onto the bed.

Without realizing what I was doing, I pulled my legs apart to give him better access, and I could soon feel his fingers moving slowly over my sex as he played with my clit.

"Your cunt is soaking wet." he whispered a moment later, and as he did, I nodded slowly.

"My... cunt..." I said softly.

I had never called it like that. It had always felt, insulting and demeaning, but as I repeated the word over and over in my mind, I quickly forgot about that.

Then Peter pushed his fingers inside of me and I gasped loudly as my body started burning with lust.

And while his fingers played inside of my cunt, his other hand moved to my back, and he started tracing the bruises on my back, pushing softly into them. It hurt, but as he continued, the pain from my back and the burning lust spreading from my cunt started to mix until I couldn't tell them apart.

Confused, I could only endure as I squirmed weakly on the bed.

"Cum for me, my puppy." Peter whispered in my ear and then I finally lost all control.

As I came, I closed my eyes and I held my breath as colored lights danced in front of my eyes. It was beautiful, I thought, and then the world around me exploded and my body along with it.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my mind, mixing with the pain coming from my back as I gasped for air.

His hands kept moving inside of me, prolonging my orgasm until I feared I would drown in it, and then, just as quickly as it started, it finally ended and I collapsed onto the bed once more.

Exhausted, I tried to catch my breath as I felt Peter's fingers leaving my cunt while my juices dripped onto the mattress below.

"Sleep." he whispered a moment later, and then I was gone.

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