Her wet, sticky, and dripping ‘Reward’...whether she wants it or not…

Her eyes go back and forth as he stands there with his tools. She is whimpering as the man who calls himself her ‘owner’ tightens a nut and a bolt on her collar that had come slightly loose. 

He’s grinning down at her as he does so, reveling in the look of discomfort and trepidation on her face. 

A level of discomfort and a feeling of helplessness that only intensifies in her as she hears him snap another padlock shut on the chain running from the back of her neck.

A tear leaks out of the corner of her eye. He strokes it up with his finger. He licks it off and then lets her know,

“Your tears when they come, always taste so sublime. I think I want to taste more.”

His statement is one that carries many threats, threats she knows he will make fully come to reality. She whimpers because of this, and then she grunts in pain as his hand drops below her stuck up chin.

She can’t see down below to where his hand is groping. Her strict metal bondage, her cruel and punishing posture collar that permanently rings her neck, means she cannot look down and see when he takes his fingers and pinches her nipples hard.

And she also can’t voice her distress, her begging please for mercy would never be understood. This is because her tongue is stretched so morbidly out of her mouth.

Cruelly pierced. Diabolically ringed and then attached to the steel pole in front of her. A pole she spends many hours at learning her place.

Not satisfied by what his fingers can do, if he uses them to pinch her puffy nipples, he then raises up to her face, just inches from her right eye, a set of long nosed pliers with jagged teeth. 

“You think these will make your tears flow a little …or a lot more?” he asks rhetorically as he drops his hand, and she feels the pliers bite down on her left nipple.

“AHHHth… AWWtht.” Is the comical tongue-stuck out sound she makes just before he closes the pliers around her nipple.

She clenches her eyes shut and screams as he crushes the bud and gives it a little pull and tug. He twists the nipple around and then quickly opens and closes the pliers so he can look at the pattern of deep red lines he is decorating her tender nub with.

She is literally dancing on her battered knees as she tries to desperately escape the pain he can give her. The thick leather belts around her thighs and ankles allow her almost no movement.

And stuck and confined like she is, in such strict and brutal restraints, that little bit of painful knee dancing is all she’ll ever be able to do. 

A knee dancing that continues as she keeps screaming, because he has taken a thick rubber band and he has wrapped it around the end of the pliers. The handles now squeezed together and promising to keep her nipple in constant distress.

He lets go of the pliers and then pets her quaking head. There are now many tears for him to swipe up and lick this time. A reaction he lets her know he appreciates. 

Then he moves around her strictly stuck form and he comes around to stop on the other side of her grimacing face. Pain and fear battling it out across her tear-streaked features.

She adds some loud open mouth whimpering to her repertoire of pathetic sounds that come out of her from his varied and lengthy cruel torments. 

This time, glancing out of the corner of her tear blurred eyes, she sees his erect cock, freshly freed from his jeans. Her arms trapped in leather behind her back, shake as she sees his freed dick.

He fists it and aims it at the side of her shivering face. His other hand above her head, rubs at his well-defined, enormous pecs. Muscles that he shows off all the time as he parades around shirtless in the dungeon in which she now basically lives.

If he wasn’t treating her the way he is right now, so sadistic and dehumanizing, she might actually want to touch those hard muscles and enjoy their feel.

And that would only happen if he allowed her arms and hands to be free of the leather they are trapped in. But that’s not how she feels right now, not at all. And it’s been days since he let her see her hands anyways. 

Which is why she’s feeling nothing but unending discomfort and utter degradation as his precum leaking cock head streaks back and forth across her face, smearing its sticky drops of fluid around with her tears.

She strains at her arm binder, tugging futilely on it. Every inch of her trapped body is beginning to ache as desperation sets in. Then she starts to make even more distress laden whimpers and tongue stuck out sputters as she watches him grasp her nose ring.

“One last part of you needs to be anchored for tonight. Not just your sexy cum catching tongue needs to be chained up…but your upturned pretty nose needs to be controlled as well. What do you think guys?”

His question this time is not down at her, but at the group of five other men, sitting in chairs around a ready to go poker game. 

They are drinking beer and watching her punishing, utter mistreatment with lustful, lecherous looks on their faces.

She whimpers constantly as the nose ring is chained up and attached to the same pole as her tongue. She is shivering as one of the men laughs and asks,

“Why ain’t you stuffing her cock swallowing hole with a dildo too? I always have my little slave whore, stuck back home, blubbering and sucking on some training dick when the real thing ain’t lodged in its mouth! Hell, I left her back there tonight with 8 inches of hard rubber strapped tight into her throat.”

Her owner repositions himself beside her. His erect cock is in his hand. He is earnestly stroking it. The head of cock is dead over top of her quivering head. 

For a few moments he lays his erect cock across her tongue, and he pushes it back and forth over the captive muscle. She feels the hardness of his erection slide over her trapped tongue. The flesh smooth, yet his harness oh so threatening.

“But then we wouldn’t get to do this in between hands…Now would we boys!”

She’s moaning and he’s moaning, each for different reasons. He grits his teeth. He grabs his dick and raises it above her humiliation filled face. Then out shoots the first spurts of cum.

With practiced aim, he directs his ejaculating cock so that the bulk of his release lands on her stuck open mouth and outstretched tongue. 

Some of course misses and lands on her tear-streaked cheeks, or further down on her small tits. One still feeling utterly tortured by his elastic ban closed pliers.

But most lands where it should and splatters on her stuck out and quivering pink tongue. Her face grimaces from both the taste of his release and the sting as a wayward spurt hits her in the eye.

Letting out a deep satisfied groan, he shakes out the last bit of cum and wipes the tip of his cock head along the side of her tormented and wriggling tongue. The feel of her tongue’s taste buds on his dick head make him chuckle.

“Now you see why she’s set up like.” Her owner says as he stuffs his dick back in his jeans and he strides over to the poker table.

He sits down to begin shuffling the deck, ready to distribute the cards. But he is met with five looks of disbelief.

“You want us to start playing cards right now?...After you got to spew in that thing’s sexy mouth!” says one man pointing directly at her trapped kneeling form.

“And we just got to watch and sip semi cold beers?” mutters another.

Her owner snickers and laughs. His laugh deep and taunting as he says.

if i were to do this the first thing i’d do is teach the poor thing what insolence gets them. when they mouth off, i’ll tie them down with their legs spread and use a wand vibrator on them until they’re teary-eyed and shaking and about to cum. then i’ll pull away to their horror. they might yell, or beg, or cry, but i won’t give them what they want. i put away the toys and untie them once they’ve fallen into sullen silence. “not so cocky now, are you?”

i’d repeat this every time they act disrespectful: restrain them, drag them mercilessly to the edge of orgasm, stop. over and over and over again, no matter what they beg for or promise me. i’d keep doing it until they’ve learned to keep their mouth shut. until they’ve been conditioned to associate disobedience with torturous need.

then i’d stop doing anything at all. i won’t react when they act like an insolent brat. i won’t give them any pleasure at all. it’s even worse than edging—at least that way, they got to feel good for a little bit. now, they have no way to get any stimulation. they might throw a fit at first, sure. but eventually, they’ll learn that what they need to do is beg. earnestly, humiliatingly beg in front of me for even a second of pleasure. make them do the most degrading tasks for me, make them crawl and show off, until there’s not a drop of disobedience in their eyes.

which basically means i won't be able to stop thinking about you using your legs to keep mine spread and how you'd toy with my cunt before even considering using the toy. spreading it open, gingerly touching around, rubbing my clit and trying to get me embarrassingly wet with just your fingers.

and then, when you finally decide to use the toy, we talk about mundane stuff. a normal conversation except i'm getting less and less coherent because you keep praising me and i just love your voice so much.

but, just to soothe her, you need to get between her legs and press your tongue against her clit. she's going to cry and whine and try to push you away but you can ignore her, she knows her safeword and is perfectly aware she could stop this whenever she wants but she... doesn't. anyway.