It was noon when I woke up. Looking for Master I ran down the stairs, catching him at the bottom step.
"We need to talk, Ceres," he said. I didn't know what about. I didn't mean to run down the stairs but I woke up late and wanted to get my choirs done.
"Yes Master. Did I do something wrong, master?"
"No, you did not, Ceres. Turn around and go to your room. I’ll be up there in a minute," he said. I did as I was told, returning to my room, kneeling by my bed for my master to come through the door. In such cases he would put his big thing in my mouth but this time he delayed his arrival, leaving me like that for an hour. When I felt his hand run down the length of my back I stood up. Then my hands were bound behind my back, a red-ball gag in my mouth.
He pushed me down on my bed, pulling up my blue mini-skirt, revealing my bare ass. Seeing that I was wet he pushed his finger in my cunt. When I started to moan he slapped my ass hard.
"This is punishment, Ceres, not pleasure. You are not allowed to cum," he said. I shook my head acknowledging I understood him. He pulled his finger out, then removed my gag. I opened my mouth for him to place his finger on my lips, which I hungrily licked clean. He undid my hands, sitting me up. I saw on my nightstand things I both hated and loved: the golden brown bamboo cane, specially made for him by a Japanese craftsman, whose family had been in that business for generations: a small pink anal plug, about three inches long, an inch and a half in diameter; and a thick eight inch black dildo. My eyes could not stay off of them. I lowered my head and eyes as he sat down next to me.
“Ceres?" I didn't answer him: I knew where he was going to take this talk.
"Answer me, Ceres!" he commanded.
"Yes, Master?" I said in a shaky voice. With that he got up, walked to my closet, finding the silver police handcuffs. I didn't move: I looked up at him walking back to me with something hidden behind his back.
"Do you know why you are getting this punishment, Ceres?" Master John asked softly.
“Y-yes master," I said. With that out of the way I was made to lie spread-eagled on my stomach, arms over my head as my hands were cuffed to the top bedposts, my legs spread apart while my feet were tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. There was enough rope for me to move to get my ass in the air, my pussy exposed to his vengeful gaze. I wasn't lubed up enough for the anal plug to go in easily but that was not a problem: he didn't care. I let out a blood curing scream feeling it brutally forced it in me, my tears was flowing like rain into my pillow. While writhing in pain from the anal plug he rammed the dildo into my now soaked cunt.
"Now, Ceres, shall I go on?" he asked me.
“No Master, please stop! I will never disobey you and Mistress Julia again as long as I live!” That apparently wasn't the answer he was looking for. Finding the bamboo cane he rubbed it all over my throbbing ass and cunt. What a glorious feeling of pain and pleasure for me, although it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. Pushing my sore aching ass down to the bed he replaced the cane to its previous spot the nightstand, leaving the room. Still crying, I tried to calm down so not to make things worse for me.
Master had quietly returned to my room with a long black braided leather whip, hiding an unknown item behind his back. I craned my neck but I still couldn't see it. Smiling evilly at me I saw… oh God no! In his hand was a much bigger anal plug, pink in color, about six inches long, three inches in diameter, a true item of torture if I ever saw one. I knew I was in more trouble than he let on to me.
"Master John, no, don't, please, that won’t fit!!" I said, screaming and crying in terror. He picked up the bamboo cane, again smiling.
"Shall I give you something more to cry about, Ceres?" he said, hitting the cane against the bed so hard that I thought I was hit. I was too securely bound to move away from him.
"Answer me, Ceres!" Master John said. Speechless, all I could do was shake my head no. He gave me another evil smile, yanking the smaller anal plug out. I gasped in both relief and pain, knowing that in a minute I would be wishing to the Almighty that it had remained. I held my breath, bracing myself for the new anal plug to violate my already tender asshole. I felt like a hot poker was ripping my butt as the huge hated anal plug was shoved mercilessly into me. I tried to be brave, holding back tears but I couldn't hold back my screams. Passing into oblivion I heard Master John yelling at someone: I wasn't sure if it was my sister Taliya or Mistress Julia. My last remembrance was of my door closing; I passed out after that.
I woke up to Mistress undoing my hands and legs; Master John was standing at my door, smiling gently at me. He walked over to Mistress, helping her to get me up out of bed. I still had the black eight inch long dildo in my wet, sore, aching cunt, plus the huge anal plug distending my butt, barely able to move with them there. Master reached down, pulling the black dildo out of my cunt to throw it on my bed.
‘Thank God, I thought to myself. Master is having pity on his poor submissive, and my punishment is over’: but it wasn't. To my horror he replaced it with a bigger one. This one, a huge ruby red dildo gleamed as if on fire in the dim bedroom light. I was a thick as my arm (four inches around) and as long as my Master’s arm (eighteen inches). I couldn't scream anymore. I had no energy, no voice; I felt as if my most precious privates had been assaulted by an army of cruel strangers. Master John and Mistress Julia lay me back on the bed, then turned me over on my stomach again. Master spoke something to Mistress, after which she left the room, closing the door softly behind her.