Disciplinary Measures - Clean + Story

Disciplinary Measures:

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing?” Wallace shot up immediately, overcome with a rush of adrenaline and fear. She had been caught…

Sasha stood in the doorway as she saw her pet sifting through her dirty laundry. In the serpent’s hands lay a pair of Sasha’s panties. This wasn’t the first time she was caught acting out such an appalling display of wanton lust. Wallace was so clearly desperate to go through Sasha’s unwashed laundry, to find a pair of undergarments, and to huff more of her mistress’ intoxicating musk. A scent so intensely arousing that it made her drip just thinking about it.

“Mistress!” she squeaked, “I-I didn’t think you’d be home so early..! I was just washing your laundry!” Wallace was many things, a good liar was not one of them.

“I know what you were doing you dirty slut, you may have gotten a warning the first time, but you won’t get away this time…” Sasha spoke with a fear-inducing authority. As a former lieutenant, she was no stranger to disciplining soldiers, her pet would be no different, she would not be caught doing this again.

Wallace was grabbed and brought down a flight of stairs to a large wooden door. Locks and chains decorated its exterior. Sasha pulled a key from her belt, the sound of a tumbler filled the silence, the door opened, and Wallace was ushered inside. The serpent could not help but smile in nervous anticipation. Punishment…

Inside the room was a dungeon, its walls adorned with various tools of a carnal purpose. ‘What would she use..?” the serpent thought fearfully to herself, an emotion that compounded her arousal. They walked by a wooden horse with a spiked ridge atop it, and an X-cross, with anchor points for shackles at each of the four ends. But, of all things, Wallace did not expect to be brought to a bed. The masochist was almost disappointed at the sight of it.

Sasha removed her own clothes, before tying the serpent’s hands behind her. Sasha laid upon the firm bed with her pet in front, prying apart Wallace’s drenched legs with her own, exposing the source of a sticky fluid with a sweet scent.

Sasha grabbed a vibrating wand, and, to her pet’s horror, turned the wand to the maximum setting, it roared to life, filling the dungeon with a deafening hum. She lowered the wand directly onto the serpent’s clitoris.

It took less than a second for Wallace’s first orgasm, the moment the wand touched her she was sent into a mind-numbing orgasm, it would not be her last… The wand never left her poor clitoris alone, orgasm after orgasm, Wallace strained and squealed, trying to squirm away from that vicious wand. Sasha held her firmly in place, she had no choice but to heed the will of her mistress.

After what seemed like hours of torture, the hum died out, Sasha turned off the wand. Wallace slumped back into her mistress, exhausted, consumed by lustful ecstasy. Sasha looked into her pet’s eyes, “I don’t you’ve learned a damn thing... Maybe this will teach you how to be a good girl.”

Sasha reached behind her to grab a strange item, a pear-shaped tool with a screw where a stem would be. She covered it with a generous amount of lubricant, Wallace’s eyes shot open as she realized what was happening. The sight of such a massive object being inserted into her made the serpent squirm once more against her unyielding owner.

The pear stretched Wallace’s insides, along its surface were rounded stubs that poked her tight passage, her eyes widened further as the largest portion went inside her, finally being pulled inside with a wet squelch. The immense weight of the pear made her tremble, she was stretched far beyond her limit. However, a wave of relief washed over her as she threw her head back, closing her eyes, she assumed her punishment had concluded.

Fear would soon replace relief as Wallace’s eyes shot open at the sensation of her insides being stretched even further, “Your punishment isn’t over, whore…” She was greeted by the sight of the pear’s screw being turned, causing the tool’s studded petals to flower open inside her. She could only look in terror and squeal as her mistress tightened the screw as far as it could go.

CLICK!

The tool made a distinct noise, the pear, being fully opened, locked the screw in place, keeping it from being retracted and pulled out by an unruly pet. “Maybe now you’ll learn something.” Sasha cooed as she got up. She spoke one final time as she left the room, “You WILL clean up this mess, and you WILL NOT touch my laundry again. Is that clear?”

Wallace stewed as she felt the end of the pear, she tried to back the screw out, but to no avail, only her mistress could free her. She responded as she was overtaken by yet another orgasm, squirting a milky nectar all over herself and the bed as she blurted out…

“Y-Yesss-ss, M-M-i-issstress…”