tag (cont)

She pulls Herself together, lifting off of mouth, leaving me gasping, piss covered and weeping.

“Oh, stop it, you little cunt,” She yawns, gently kicking my balls.  ”Besides, I still haven’t put you tag on you, v.  That was the whole point of this until you side-tracked me.  So,” she circle me, pausing to run the tip of her shoe over my bare flesh,”Where shall I put it?  I could get a nice collar for you but that’s a little…dull, I think.  Besides, you have this silly little notion that you can wander where you please.  A collar might fix that but it’s something I’d rather you internalize.  I’d rather not be so heavy-handed.  Still, if you were to stupidly discharge yourself, I’d want it to be known without a doubt that you belonged to Me.”  She squats down before me, legs apart, daring me to stare at Her cunt.  Her hand grabs my face and turns it towards Her. “I have thought about branding you, v.  Yesss.  I have.  In fact, it’s one of my favorite things to think about when I masturbate – a hot iron sizzling into your whorish flesh, the smell of it searing, the sound of your pitiful wailing…fuuuuuck….yes.”  Her eyes are locked on mine but i know Her fingers are deep in Her cunt.  i can hear it.  ”Uh huh,” She purrs, “I’ve even made up the brand design – my open cunt with a G inside it. When you’re in your closet and you hear Me cumming extra violently, that’s what I’m thinking about – burning my initials into your skin, v”

She rises again, resuming Her circumnavigation of me.  ”The question is – where.  I could dangle it from your nipple.  Or an earring. Or…”, She stops at my feet, staring down at me with a nasty smile.  ”Or I could put it where whoever saw would know whose cock they were looking at.”  She pushes my feet slowly apart, walking in between my legs.  The sole of Her shoe lays flat against my hard cock.  ”And if the little fucking cunt whose back door you sniffed around decided to take your sorry ass in, she would think twice before trying to claim that cock as her own.”  She traps my cock between Her shoe and my belly, increasing the pressure.  ”So, really, v, there’s only one place your tag could go.”  The pressure ease and She drags the tip of Her shoe slowly down to the base of my cock…right at the start of my scrotum.  ”Mmmm, yes.  The perfect place.”

Smiling, She walks to the vanity and opens a drawer pulling out a long, slightly thick needle.  She returns and sits on my chest holding it in front of me.

“Like it?  I’ve been saving it for you.  It’s pretty fucking sharp, huh?”  She places the tip on my other nipple and i jerk hard at the sharp pain.  Her thumb quickly pushes into my mouth.  ”Fuck, yes, v.  hurts, huh?  little pain slut.  i can feel you cock bobbing, baby.” She gives the needle a little push.  My back arches and my mouth clamps around Her thumb.  ”Don’t you fucking bite me, bitch,” she warns.  I can feel Her cunt starting to drip on my belly.

“Listen closely, v.  you not going to want to piss me off on this.  you know my ultimately fantasy is to fuck you while you bleed to death.  that could be this evening, if you fuck this up.  I need to make sure that your new tag doesn’t bump against my cunt, should I feel like fucking a pet instead of a human.  So, I’ll need to…measure.”  She smiles wickedly.  ”And, of course, that means your cock inside me, doesn’t it.”  She begins slowly fucking my mouth with Her thumb.  ”Quite the treat for a slut-pet, hm, v?  Wanna feel My cunt wrapped around your cock…feel it as My cunt sucks you off…pulsing around it. Uh huh – I’m going to fuck you, v.  and while I’m fucking you…”, She slips Her thumb from my mouth, putting Her lips next to mine, whispering, “i’m gonna push this through you ball sack…mmm…i’m going to pierce you, v, and hang your tag from it.”

my heart is thumping hard.  i almost feel like passing out.

“now, i’m a fair woman,” She continues, “and I know it’s hard enough not to want to cum while I fuck you but to feel this sharp needle puncturing your flesh…well…this one time, I’ll let you cum in me.  But only this once and only right after the needle is through.  Anytime before that, then I will get my final..or rather your final wish.  if you miss it, you’d better not cum.  Understand, v”

I nod slowly.

tag (cont.)

She dangles the tag in front of my face and it sparkles as a result of my tears.

“this way,” She tells me, “the next time you decide to go wandering, whoever finds you will know that they had better fucking return you.”  She slaps my face harder.  ”I don’t want you getting hit by a car, v.  when you die, it will be Me that kills you.  and if you expect to get any pleasure out of it, you’d do well to stay home where you belong.”

She traces my hardon with the toe of Her shoe.  it twitches at Her touch, bobbing like a drunk looking for his next drink.  ”mmmm, that’s why your special, v.  only a fucked-up slut like yourself would get harder at the thought of Me killing you.”  She glances downward, putting more and more pressure on my cock.  ”wanna know something I thought about while you went missing?  I was thinking about how…well…just a minute.  Stay.”

She glides out of the room, leaving me naked, kneeling, hard and shaking.  for the moment, at least, i can allow myself to relax, if that’s what you’d call it.  damp with my tears, my face stings.  i see a floor mirror out of the corner of my eye but and resolve not to look at the whorish pet, naked and kneeling, waiting for his Owner to return.  When She comes back, the air changes.  Her look is resolute and dangerous.  She holds something behind Her back.

“as I was saying,” she picks up, “while you were on you…well, I’ve yet to decide what to call it…I came up with any number of scenarios and punishments for you.  but the one I kept coming back to was this.”  Her hand comes from behind her back, dropping a long, glimmering knife before me.

“pick it up, bitch,” She growls.  my hand folds around the handle.  ”mmm…that’s nice.”  She grabs a small stool and sits in front of me.  ”place the tip of the blade at your nipple and draw blood for me.”  the way She says this is so far beyond a command that i shake.  yes, She has cut me before but never made me cut myself.  the blade wobbles in my hand finally putting the tip on my nipple.  it goes against every molecule within me to cut myself.  it feels like forever.  i can hear Her hard, tight breath and the small squish of Her fingers at Her cunt.  i know better than to ask not to do it.  i know this.  i bring the blade across my nipple gasping in pain while trying to stay upright.  immediately, i feel my warm blood starts its path downward.

“fuuuuuuck,” She moans, “fucking little slut…goddamn you, v…yesssss, you’ll bleed for me…stand up and feed me, my little pet.”

Trembling, i struggle up.  my cock is painfully hard; my balls tight.  Her fingers are buried in Her cunt, fucking Herself.  the moment i’m close enough She grabs my arm and pulls me in, clamping Her mouth around my bleeding nipple and sucking it greedily.  my cock pushes into her warm breast and i struggle to keep my mind off it.  i must not cum.  She sucks my blood from me, grunting and swallowing, fucking and drooling, my blood leaking from the sides of Her mouth.  Without warning, Her teeth dig hard into my nipple and I cry out loudly.  They dig deep with more and more pressure to the point where i’m sure she literally wants to bite it off and swallow it.  Her mouth now bangs hard into my chest fucking Her mouth with my bloody nipple.  i struggle to keep my hands behind my back.  the tears stream down my face unabashedly.  i feel Her starting to shudder, Her moans humming against my skin…harder, deeper…She flails at Her cunt like a madwoman.  At the moment, She cums she pushes me violently to the floor.  fingers still working furiously, Her eyes zero in on me and a small smile mixes with the next orgasm.  Her shoe flicks out fast and hardd, connecting with my balls.  the pain floods through me quickly.  i feel like i’m blushing pain.  i cry out, harshly and pathetically, curling up into fetal position but Her foot rolls me onto my back again.  still rubbing, she walks up the length of my pain-wracked body and squats over my face.

i look up and She’s barely even present.  Her face is one big orgasm and as She cries out She pushes a stream of piss over my face to mix with my tears.  She collapses onto my mouth, piss still coming.  i can barely breath.  She looks down at me with a mixture of love, need and disdain and runs Her long fingers through my hair.

“fucking slut,” she says almost tenderly, “that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it.  No?  awwww…that’s too fucking bad.  because that’s quarter-speed, baby.  We’ll see if you survive.”

tag

“v…”

the door opens to my closet flooding the dakness, exposing me naked and tethered. my cock hardness at Her voice.  Her heel digs lightly into my side.

“time for my slut to come out for a little while,” she purrs.  It’s the type of purr that, after two years, i still haven’t learned to decipher.  pleasure, malice, benevolence, disappointment?  i won’t know until i find out.  i suppose i shouldn’t try to second guess it, but i can’t help it sometimes.  She squats down, reaching over my head to untie me.  if i were stupid enough to look, i’d see Her shaved cunt exposed beneath her short black skirt.  She roughly pushes her breasts into my face as She loosens the leather strap, expecting and receiving no resistance.  my cock throbs.  it feels like forever since She let me out.

perhaps it’s because i strayed that she’s kept me locked up. but whether that’s out of spite or concern is something only She can answer.  all i know is that i’m grateful to feel the tug on my neck, leading me out into Her bedroom.  She holds the tether lightly in Her right hand as if i’m a show dog.  i try to keep my eyes on the back of Her legs and not Her ass that plays peekaboo under the skirt or fleeting glimpses of Her cunt lips.  She leads me to the center of the floor and turns on Her heel, staring down at me.

“kneel,” she smiles sweetly.

i raise myself to my knees, arms behind my back.  the head of my cock is purple from need.  i don’t remember the last time she allowed me to cum for Her.  i am only allowed to torture my balls and nipples while in the closet but not to touch my cock.  She surveys me for several minutes, walking around me, murmuring to Herself before stopping in front of me.  Her hand pushes under Her skirt pushing a small sigh from Her lips.

“you know better than to look, slut,” She lolls as Her fingers play, “you know much better than that.”  She pulls Her fingers  back, licking them clean, eyes boring into me to assure that i behave properly.  Quickly, Her foot shoots out towards my balls, stopping just short.  my eyes close in anticipation of the pain but i manage to keep my muscles from reacting.  i shake all over.

just as suddenly, i feel Her hand around my throat, Her voice ragged and husky.  “Goddamn you, v,” she breathes into my face, “you’d let Me, wouldn’t you.  you’d let me destroy your slut-balls without flinching.”  Her nails push deeper into my neck.  “Open your mouth.  Push out your tounge.” i do so and feel a stream of warm spit drop onto it. the pressure increases on my neck.  “Swallow,” she tells me almost breathlessly.  as Her spit glides down my throat, the tip of Her shoe nails my cock to my belly.

“jesus,” She moans, “I want to fucking hurt you, v.  and I plan to.  i’m not fucking happy that I had to go looking for you.  you’ll understand that soon enough.”  Her nails feel on the verge of puncturing my throat and i feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes.  “yesss,” She continues, “give me your tears, v.  I’m taking all of you.  every millimeter.  every cell.  I plan on drinking deeply from your cries and wails.”  Her other hand quickly and forcefully crashes across my face bringing a hard, high yip from my lips and unleashing the tears.

“mmmm,” She sighs in a cross between a laugh and an orgasm, “like that.  yessss, v, but much, much more heartfelt.  I do have a present for you, though, my little whore.  a nice, shiny silver tag with your name on it.  the only question that remains is…where to put it.”