#@loki

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I am Loki’s servant …. here for his pleasure …. his dark, demented pleasure, alone.

One of my duties is to clean his chambers clean, and make sure everything is in its place. But today I’ve really fucked up. I’ve broken a goblet …. his favorite one. It was an accident, but he won’t care. I know he will punish me severely for it.

I am not allowed to leave his chambers, and I wouldn’t anyway, because all he has allowed me to wear is a corset and a pair of very high heels….and today there is a new item … a collar.

I’m not allowed to say his name, I may call him ‘master’ or ‘my king’, but that is it.

I go about my duties, making his bed, which I cannot yet sleep in, cleaning his table, and polishing his armor and helmet, and making sure everything is set about just as he likes it.

It is time for him to arrive, so I go to his front chamber room to await him. When he walks in, I immediately bow, on my knees with my head to the floor and my ass in the air, arms stretched out before me. I will stay in this position until he give me permission to move.

I hear his footsteps as he slowly walks around me. I know he’s looking at me, inspecting me. “Did you get your work done today, my pet?” He asks.

“Yes, my king”, I say from the floor.

He leaves me there to walk through his chambers. He is checking to see if I’ve told the truth.

I hear his footsteps again as he returns to where I am bowed down on the floor.

“Very good, my pet. Now you may fix me a drink”, he says in his sultry voice.

I rise and go to fix the drink as he sits at his table.

I bring his drink … in a different goblet, hoping he won’t notice … but he does.

“What is this?”, he asks sternly.

“It’s your drink, my king.”

“This is not mine!” he says with barely concealed rage, and throws the drink to the floor, smashing it, and spilling the drink everywhere. “Where is MY goblet?” he demands.

I don’t know how he knows, but he knows I’ve done something! I drop to my knees and beg, “Please forgive me master. I-I-I broke it. I knocked it off the table. It was an accident! I am sorry!”

He grabs my collar and rises, I am forced to stand, bowed over … and he drags me swiftly down the hall to a room filled with devices of restraint, and pain, and pleasure.

He throws me over a sort of railing, padded with velvet, that has restraints on either side, and he quickly clamps my wrists and ankles into place, so that I am bent in half over the railing with no way to stand up.

I know what is coming. He is going to use the cane on me and I will have to count each blow. I am allowed to scream and cry, but I am NOT allowed to utter his name, or to curse.

I hear my king walk across the room, and the click as he opens the wooden box that holds the device of my punishment. I dread the first blow, it always seems to be the worst. I want to beg for him not to punish me, but I know he will ignore my pleas, so I remain silent.

Footsteps …. he’s coming back …. my muscles tense in anticipation.

I hear the whistle of the cane as it sails through the air …. but he doesn’t strike me …this is torture! I don’t want to be whipped, but I know it’s going to happen, so I want to just be done with it.

Suddenly I feel the cane between my legs … he’s rubbing it back and forth along my slit … oh how I long for it to be his cock!

He slides the cane back, then slowly across my ass …. and then, without warning … CRACK ….the first blow!

I scream in pain …. but I have to remember to count out loud or he will start at the beginning again …. “One”, I cry.

With each blow I am screaming and crying … tears roll down my cheeks and I take great sobbing breaths and count.

I can here him laughing between blows … damn it, he’s enjoying my pain!

Finally, one more hard *CRACK*, and I scream out “SEVEN!”

He gently rubs his hand over my burning ass. I know it’s bleeding from the beating.

He walks around to where my head is nearly touching the floor, bends down and growls, “You have done well, my pet.” And he walks away to replace the cane in its box.

He returns to where I am still bound to the velvet covered railing, and stops. He stands there for what seems like an eternity. I know he is watching me. I want him so badly …. long for his touch …. for his cock to be inside of me.

“Please, master”, I beg, “please, your pet needs you.”

No response. I know he’s still there, watching.

“Please, my king! I will do ANYTHING!”

He laughs, “What can you offer me that I cannot take at any time I wish?”

“Nothing, my king, but I need you, please!”

He steps closer to me and I can feel the heat from his body on my still burning ass. -touch me … please touch me!- Then there’s a click, and a buzzing sound….

He warns me that I will not be allowed to come without his permission, or I will be punished again …. and he presses the vibrator against my clit.

“Mmmmm”, I moan …..wanting to come immediately.

He presses the vibrator harder against my clit, rubbing it around, torturing me with its pleasure.

I beg for him to let me come … but I know I cannot unless he is inside me … I am not allowed.

He continues this torturous pleasure for several minutes, and I try to think of anything but what my body wants to do. Anything to distract me from the orgasm that is building.

“Do you want to come, my pet?” he asks in his low, growly voice that could send me into an orgasm by itself.

“YESSSS”, I scream.

He drops the vibrator and plunges his enormous cock deep inside of me and my orgasm washes over my body like a tsunami. Wave after wave of pleasure leaves me weak and limp.

looks painful XD

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