My slave still hasn't learned. No matter what I chose to do to him, he should not complain. Recently I built a nifty new machine. Once set up it is able to spank my slaves ass for hours, really punish him in a way that I am not able.
He took it at first, enduring hours of constant spanking, his ass becoming red raw from the ordeal. After a few days of play with the machine he finally broke, begging me to stop, that his ass couldn't take anymore, he needed to rest, needed to recuperate.
At first I was angry, how dare he ask me to stop doing something. That is not his decision, I own him, I can do what I please. It is not his place to dictate the type or duration of his punishment.
But then it dawned on me. I had been very narrow minded in the implementation of my new toy. His ass isn't the only thing that could be spanked. My machine could be used for much more, the potential is massive.
My slave breathes a sigh of relief as I shut off my contraption. I can sense his gratitude as I untie him from the spanking bench, placing him on a chair and securing him in place.
My hands find his cock. He is quickly hard, panting in pleasure as I tug and squeeze. I don't let him cum often, only as a reward for excellent service to me.
I take him to the edge repeatedly, seeing the need in his eyes as his hips thrust and flex. It is only then that I grab the wooden board I had prepared earlier. Hic cock threads through a hole in the middle. I secure it in place with some wire.
I see the fear in his eyes now. He is wondering what I am doing, knowing it is not good. His cock now completely secured, I wheel over my spanking machine, lining the paddle up with his helpless organ.
Now he understands. His breathing gets heavy and panicked. He does not beg, does not cry, knowing it will do him no good, even make it worse. I step back and marvel at my new creation, this will be fun.
“I know you asked me to give your ass a rest. For once I will give you what you want. Have I made you happy?”
I look down on him pointedly. He meets my gaze with defeated, sad eyes and nods, grunting his reply. I step back and flick the machine on.
He tries at first to weather it, to not react. I have played with his cock in similar ways before, this pain is nothing new. But soon enough he cracks, fighting against his bonds, moaning and crying into the gag.
I watch, cock hardening as he endures his new torment. How did I not think of this before? Before I leave, I turn a dial up on the machine, increasing the speed of the paddle.
His renewed screams are music to my ears. As I exit the room, I think about what else I can use the machine for, what other setups I can conjure up. This will be a fun few days.
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My slave still hasn't learned. No matter what I chose to do to him, he should not complain. Recently I built a nifty new machine. Once set up it is able to spank my slaves ass for hours, really punish him in a way that I am not able.
He took it at first, enduring hours of constant spanking, his ass becoming red raw from the ordeal. After a few days of play with the machine he finally broke, begging me to stop, that his ass couldn't take anymore, he needed to rest, needed to recuperate.
At first I was angry, how dare he ask me to stop doing something. That is not his decision, I own him, I can do what I please. It is not his place to dictate the type or duration of his punishment.
But then it dawned on me. I had been very narrow minded in the implementation of my new toy. His ass isn't the only thing that could be spanked. My machine could be used for much more, the potential is massive.
My slave breathes a sigh of relief as I shut off my contraption. I can sense his gratitude as I untie him from the spanking bench, placing him on a chair and securing him in place.
My hands find his cock. He is quickly hard, panting in pleasure as I tug and squeeze. I don't let him cum often, only as a reward for excellent service to me.
I take him to the edge repeatedly, seeing the need in his eyes as his hips thrust and flex. It is only then that I grab the wooden board I had prepared earlier. Hic cock threads through a hole in the middle. I secure it in place with some wire.
I see the fear in his eyes now. He is wondering what I am doing, knowing it is not good. His cock now completely secured, I wheel over my spanking machine, lining the paddle up with his helpless organ.
Now he understands. His breathing gets heavy and panicked. He does not beg, does not cry, knowing it will do him no good, even make it worse. I step back and marvel at my new creation, this will be fun.
“I know you asked me to give your ass a rest. For once I will give you what you want. Have I made you happy?”
I look down on him pointedly. He meets my gaze with defeated, sad eyes and nods, grunting his reply. I step back and flick the machine on.
He tries at first to weather it, to not react. I have played with his cock in similar ways before, this pain is nothing new. But soon enough he cracks, fighting against his bonds, moaning and crying into the gag.
I watch, cock hardening as he endures his new torment. How did I not think of this before? Before I leave, I turn a dial up on the machine, increasing the speed of the paddle.
His renewed screams are music to my ears. As I exit the room, I think about what else I can use the machine for, what other setups I can conjure up. This will be a fun few days.