ConsequencesI stood in front of you uneasily. Shifting weight from one heeled leg to the other. Hands at my side. Not looking you in the eye.I had made a reasonable attempt to look nice for you. The maid outfit was fairly cute, I guess. The shortness of the skirt showing off my stockinged legs. The tightness of the top accentuating my little titties. It was the blonde, shoulder-length hair, straight and fringed. And my makeup was smooth and subtle. My lips pink and inviting.But more than cuteness was needed in my current situation.”So, why do you deserve punishment?” you asked harshly. I mumbled, shook my head, blonde wisps flying across my face.”What?” you demanded.”I don’t,” I uttered defiantly. With a quick glance to you to see your reaction.”Really, robyn? Didn’t I have a task for you to perform this week?” “I was just too busy. I couldn’t find time,” I blurted.”I remember last week, don’t you,” you asked. I nodded. “I remember being here. I remember you sucking my cock. Surely?””Yes.””And I remember taking the key to your cage, don’t you?” I nodded. “With your full consent and permission?” “Yes.””And you agreed to perform this one task for me this week, prior to you coming here tonight. Didn’t you?””Yes.””But you say you were too busy.” You were angry now. (Or at least you were appearing to show me you were angry.)”What was your task, robyn?””Ah, er, well…””Out with it, bitch!””Well.””Louder, slut.”I composed myself a little, and spoke clearer, if not much louder. “I was to suck a cock before our next meeting. Any cock. And provide proof of doing it.””Yes,” you said, “And you haven’t, have you?”I hesitated before replying, and you completely stunned me by slapping my face. Not particularly hard, but enough to sting, and certainly bahis firmaları enough to take me aback.”Yow,” I squeaked. And you slapped me again. “Ow!” I started to raise my hands, and you slapped them down.”Stop,” you commanded. “It doesn’t hurt, you sissy. Pathetic.””Bitch, you promised to perform a task this week. While you were sucking my cock, in this very house, one week ago. While my cock was buried in your throat, you completely and utterly agreed to do this for me.”My head was down. “Well?””Yes, sir.””Did I coerce I? Did I force you? Was it unreasonable?””No, sir.””Was it an onerous task? Was it a task that a good sissy would have trouble doing?””No.””No indeed. In fact, I left it entirely up to you as to how you found a cock to suck. You could ask your friends, you could advertise on CraigsList. Hell, you could hang around at a gay bar. It was up to you. I thought I was very generous.””Thank you, sir.””Girl, if you are a slut, you are a slut. You do what sluts do. You wanted this. You agreed to this. Your little clitty swelled inside its cage when you agreed to this, didn’t it? Didn’t it?””Yes, sir.””So, I repeat, you deserve to be punished, don’t you? For not performing this simple, pleasurable task.””Yes,” I mumbled.”What???””Yes, sir.””What is that you say?””I deserve to be punished,” I blurted. “Good. Let’s begin.”You took some soft cotton rope, and started winding it around my wrists, held in front. After many loops, you tied it off. My hands were totally, irrevocably bound.You produced a ball-gag, inserted it in my mouth, and buckled it behind my neck. You walked me to a stairwell, told me to stay put, and went half way up the stairs, dropping a line of rope. You placed it through the stair banisters, and looped it around kaçak iddaa my bound hands. Then lifted it up, forcing my hands above my head. You kept pulling until I was on my toes, very unstable in my high heels. My eyes pleaded with you. You ignored me.Hands above my head, teetering on my toes, I was so vulnerable. You took the chance to feel me up, your hands roaming all over my body, squeezing here, slapping there, groping elsewhere. It was good fun. For you, anyway. My little maid’s skirt was riding high, exposing my panties anyway, so you reached under, and pulled my panties down to my knees. You tapped the hard shell of my chastity cage a few times, taking delight in my embarrassment. You felt around to my little sissy hole. At least I had obeyed you there; it was nicely filled with a good-sized plug.You worked that plug somewhat, gaining moans from me. Not sure if they were moans of pleasure, or of pain, or of just humiliation. You didn’t much care anyway.Standing behind me, you put your arms around me, squeezing my tits, as you dry-humped my bottom. I could feel your hardness against me. No doubt you knew what was going to happen there soon enough.You moved away. “Now, for your punishment,” you said, smiling. You unbuckled my maid’s blouse, undoing the laces, loosening it, and finally exposing my little titties. You tweaked each nipple. You could see me intake breath, expecting the worst. But you were fairly gentle.But not for long. You retrieved my Japanese clover nipple clamps. The type that grip tighter the more weight or pressure is applied to them. You played with my left nipple for a time, getting it just hard enough… then carefully attached one of the clamps, making sure to take plenty of areola as well as the bud kaçak bahis into the jaws of the clamp. It bit a little. Even without pressure these are nasty devices.You likewise attached the right-hand clamp; a metal chain dangling across my chest connecting the two. You tugged a little, garnering a groan from my gagged mouth. “Girl, that’s still just the pleasure. The punishment hasn’t started yet,” you said wickedly.You moved to the kitchen, and brought back the ultimate item of my torment. I looked puzzled at first, as you showed me the two litre orange juice bottle, filled about one third of the way with water. But then, as you moved closer, my puzzlement turned to knowledge. Ah. Oh no! I shook my head, I swayed on my toes, the chain to my nipple clamps bouncing around, causing me more than a little discomfort.But nothing compared to the discomfort I was about to experience.You gripped me tightly, your hand between my legs, roughly. Your face right next to me. “You had one simple, and fun task. You didn’t do it. There must be consequences.”I tried to writhe out of your grip, but you held me firm. I squealed into my gag. Too bad for the sissy.You held the partially-filled bottle up in front of me, looking me in the eyes. You opened the chain link between the two clamps, and passed the chain through the handle of the drink bottle. Then you relinked the chain together. You took up the slack, and slowly lowered the bottle, across my chest, across my belly, down towards my locked clitty.The full weight grabbed from the clamps. You removed my support, and the bottle dangled totally supported by the vicious clamps biting into my little nipples. You could see it was hurting. I was doing my best not to groan. You smiled.”If you move, it will bounce around, and definitely hurt more,” you said helpfully. “I’ll be back a little later, to add another third to the bottle.” And with that you wandered off to the lounge to watch TV, leaving me to my thoughts and my pain.