AI art by me – didn’t feel like fighting with the AI

A soft whimper bubbled out of her, and she couldn’t stop it from coming out. She didn’t really wish to stop it.  Master loved hearing what he did to her and knew she’d never dream of faking a reaction.  He had stringent punishments for dishonesty!

Wendy was kneeling with her thighs painfully spread wide.  They were more expansive than even Master had asked, but he also knew she’d push it for him.  Wendy was a very devout Pain-Slut.  She hadn’t been so much before meeting him, but her wicked master, as she called him at times, had seduced her down this dark road.  If she were to look back, she wouldn’t be able to see where she’d started.

Hugging her elbows behind her back, she arched her back so her spectacular breasts were on display for him.  The nasty clover clamps dangled from her nipples, connected by a beautiful chain.  

“Ready?” Master asked with that demonic grin of his.

Wendy wanted to say she wasn’t and never would be, but it wasn’t really true.  It’s what a vanilla good girl should say. Wendy was NOT a vanilla good girl.  There was a long list of things she was, and she was very proud of each one.  

She looked up into his eyes and saw the sadistic glee in them but also the love he had for her.  Yes, he was wicked, and he did do things to her that made her tremble, but he was also incredibly tender and thoughtful.  

This man had figured out the secret, or, at least, her secret.

The soft, tender, loving times with his jokes, compliments that continuously flowed, little things he remembered she’d said to show he’d been listening, and a hundred other things he did were what made her so very happy to stretch this painfully.  She even didn’t swear anymore at the clover clamps.  It wasn’t only because he made her carry a small hand sanitizer bottle in her purse; if she did swear, it meant a drop on her tongue!

“Yes, my Wicked Master.  I am.” She told him.

The buzzing sound of the Hitachi came to her ears as he leaned forward to press it against her clit.  The Edging Games had begun, and she’d still win no matter how it played.  Master would never, ever honestly deny her after something like this.  It didn’t mean she wouldn’t have a long, tearful hour ahead of her, but…OH GOD…

Wendy moaned and began to squirm her little dance.  Master chuckled.