Master left the room, left me there for a long time before returning to inspect me.

‘I want you to listen to what I have to say to you. It is important that you understand what I am saying because today changed our situation forever.'

I nodded.

‘You betrayed me today. You showed your true self. You are weak, you have no self restraint, you have no respect for me and my home, you displayed your primal animal weakness and your lack of feeling for me.'

I was listening to him, crying, sobbing, and wishing that I could take the day back for all that I was worth.

‘You asked if it was a test…yes it was. I sent him here to test you. I instructed him to stare at your nipples, that is your weakness, attention from Men. I told him to question you about the bondage structures that are going to be put in the garden; I knew that would stimulate you.'

He was pacing up and down the room. I was weak, my head hanging but I was listening.

‘You failed. You failed dismally and I am so disappointed with you, but then… you are my Sub, and I should expect no less. You are weak, Submissive and weak but I thought you would do better.'

He left the room again. I sat there, too exhausted to feel my body, to ashamed to respond to him.

When he returned, he untied me and released me from the chair.

‘I have made my decision. You will be punished for two weeks. After the two weeks, you will be loaned out and used by many of my acquaintances. Depending on your co-operation and behavior during those two weeks, I will decide your long term future here.'

I nodded towards him, I heard what he said but I didn't comprehend it.

‘Earlier today I inserted some ginger root into your Arse and Vagina. It caused the burning sensation that you felt. You will be washed and scrubbed thoroughly inside these orifices and treated with that regime twice daily until I wish to cease it. You will also have your nipples scrubbed and liniment applied to them, similarly your mouth will be treated and scrubbed. I assume these are the holes that you seduced him with, do I need to punish further.?'

‘Nnno… Mmmasster..' I whispered.

‘I am so sorry…Mmaasterr..'

I was almost fainting at the thought of the pain to come. He was roughly supporting me as we walked from the dungeon.

He took me to the downstairs bathroom where he handed me a cake of soap, a toothbrush and a dishwashing brush. He turned the shower on and handed me the hose after spraying my body with the barely warm water.

‘Clean your holes inside and out I will be back in one hour to check them. Be sure to rinse them out, I don't want to taste any soap when I return.'

I curled up on the shower floor.

My life as I knew it was in tatters, I knew what I had to do.

I just had to build up the strength to do it.

I thought about the betrayal and the irony of it. I was his Sub/Slave. He loaned me out to his friends, they touched me, used me, tortured and punished me at his command or whim. I obeyed his wishes and took the punishment from his guests.

Now I had stepped outside the boundary, I had indulged myself and I was going to pay for it.

Perhaps I was too comfortable, I needed reminding that I was his property and only here for his pleasure, not my own and not to make decisions without him.

I should have let the draftsman believe that there was no-one home…

Time stood still. I washed my tortured body under the barely warm water and cleaned it as Master asked. Scrubbing with the brushes every inch of my inners, soothing and cleaning the welts and marks that he gave me.

He returned to the bathroom and offered me a towel.

‘The sleeping arrangements will have to change Sub. I do not wish to share my bed with you whilst you are being punished.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘I will modify the bedroom and retreat area I still want you up there with me, just not in the bed.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘Make your way to the stairs and wait for me, submissive kneeling position.'

I obey him immediately, scurrying to the stairs and kneeling, placing my head on the floor, arse high in the air and arms back so that my hands are touching my ankles.

Master moves about the house gathering different items into a bag. He comes to the stairs and orders me to stand.

We make our way upstairs to the bedroom. Master guides me to the door of his private bathroom..

‘Kneel.'

I obey him.

He moves to the bed and removes the cuffs from the posts at the head and foot of the bed. He gathers some rope and attaches it to the rail of the bed canopy. More lengths of rope are attached to the rail across the foot of the bed.

On the floor he lays two large square sheets of coarse sandpaper, two ‘S' shaped ‘butchers hooks' and some solid weights that he had made for the dungeon.

‘Come here.'

I crawl across to where he is standing. He places the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, turns me with my back against the end of the bed frame and stretches my arms out.

He pushes me down so that I am sitting on the sandpaper. It digs into my sore flesh and I wriggle on it to find comfort.

He ties each cuff tightly to the poles on either side of the bed, pulling my arms tightly out and slightly upwards.

He the collars me and attaches a cuff to each ankle.

The sandpaper digs into me each time he moves me around but I don't make a sound.

He then takes two bulldog clips from the bag and pulls each nipple hard. He stretches each one right out and clamps the bulldog clip onto it. The spring action designed to hold many sheets of paper together shuts tightly across the nipple and I yelp and jerk about with the pain.

Master ignores me and proceeds to tug on the bulldog clips to ensure they are secure. He then hangs a butcher's hook from each one and attaches two weights on each.

I scream out with the pain but he ignores me. My bum cheeks are on fire and my nipples have little or no circulation, the weights are agonizing as well as the burning muscles in my arms and shoulders are sending me into frenzy.

My breathing is fast and I am almost hyperventilating.

Roughly he pulls each leg out wide, threads a rope through the buckle on the cuff and ties it to the rail behind me. My legs are pulled tightly upwards, feet almost level with my shoulders and securely fixed into place.

My pussy is pulled wide open, the tender lips are grinding into the sandpaper along with my arse and the bare skin caused by the earlier flogging.

The weights on my breasts pull them down and my body forwards slightly. My head is lolling, unable to rest against any structure.

I want him to gag me and blindfold me so that I can create my own world, but he doesn't.

He stands back and looks at me. I look at the floor.

‘This will be your resting place for the next two weeks. Get used to it. I will be changing a few of the accessories form time to time. I have no wish for you to be comfortable, I want you to remember this punishment when you think about disobeying me in the future.'

I nod.

He prepares the bed for himself, leaves the room and leaves me there to contemplate a long night ahead.

When he returns he has an inflatable dildo in his hand and moves in front of me. He bends down and rests it against my pussy, the tip of it resting against the entrance to my hole.

‘Open.'

I open my mouth and take his cock. He is hard and rough with me, pushing it deep inside my throat, pulling on my arms and legs as he fucks it into me. My arse grinds into the sandpaper and the weights jangle on my nipples but he pumps deep into my throat until he cums hard. Pumping and pumping until the last drop pulsates into me.

My pussy is wet and the dildo slides in easily. He pumps the air into it, filling my pussy and leaving me with more discomfort.

Master settles into bed for the night. Every time he moves I jerk in my restraints and pain shoots through my body. I strain to keep quiet, crying and calming myself intermittently throughout the night.

I do not sleep at all, it seems that he is not still for longer than a few minutes before he moves in the bed and I strain to keep myself still.

The morning sun streams through the window after what seems like an eternity of agony. Master tosses on the bed, waking from his sleep he stretches and steps from the bed.

I am a mess, through the night I have cried a river of tears and my eyes are red and puffy. My arms and legs are cramped, toes and fingers numb and my breasts are tortured. My arse is beyond sore, beyond agony, beyond numb. It is cramped into position and the flesh has embedded itself onto the sharp paper.

He unties me slowly, leaving the nipple clamps till last. Legs and arms are released and I stretch and move them to return the circulation. He lifts the weights from the nipple clamps and removes each clamp slowly. The pain is excruciating and I feel faint. He rubs each nipple hard, pulling me roughly to my feet and guiding me to the shower.

The warm water is relieving, Master sucks and nibbles on each nipple, returning the blood flow to it, then rolling and pinching each one as I suck his hard cock under the water.

He cums quickly I clean him and I dry him off.

We make our way downstairs in silence.

Master pours me a glass of milk and I drink it down quickly.

‘Into the dungeon, prepare for milking. Have wrist cuffs, blindfold and ball gag in position.'

‘Yes master.'

I set up the milking machine. Not sure where he wants me, I leave it on the trolley so that he can maneuver it to the correct position. I quickly attach the cuffs and place the ball gag in my mouth and fasten the blindfold over my eyes and around my head securely.

Master enters the room, moves me to the center where the rings hang from the ceiling.

He cuffs my arms to the rings, pulling them tight and attaching the machine to my breasts.

It is hard for me to stand still during the milking process. The stimulation causes me to fidget slightly, so I rise up and down on my toes throughout the process.

Master returns to the room and moves about shifting pieces of furniture and I hear him grunting. He is tying off a rope to one of the rings on the wall. He walks slowly backwards; I can hear him laying the rope on the floor as I stand with my arms above me, attached to the milking machine.

The milking process is over; Master releases me from the machine and the ring above my head. He pulls my arms behind my back and clips the cuffs to a bar behind my back. The bar is extended to keep my hands apart and Master moves me across the room. I am still blindfolded and my ankles are cuffed, a length of chain attached between them.

My mind is racing, I have no idea what he is doing to me, there has not been a word spoken for the whole morning other than his instructions and I have no clue as to the day ahead.

I can feel something between my legs.. it's the rope.. it pulls tight, riding up between my pussy lips as I stand on my toes to move away from it.

The rope is about an inch thick and Master has pulled it tight, attaching it behind me somewhere.

‘Walk.'

I take a small step. The chain allows my feet to move a few inches at a time, another step.

‘Ohh… aghhhh.'

There is a knot in the rope. I stop.

‘Did I say stop?'

I take another step, trying to rise up so that the knot passes under me easily. It grinds against my clit and pussy walls, not painfully but stirring up sensations deep inside me. Another step and another I carefully move along the rope, yet another knot greets me, this one is larger, it presses into me hard as I push it between my legs.

‘Aghhh… Ohh…' I moan into the gag.

‘Stop!'

I stop still, the knot is between my legs, crushing my clit and tearing at my tender pussy walls.

I am panting and dribbling into the gag.

Master moves close to me, he pulls up on the rope and I jump.

‘This rope extends across the room, you are free to walk along it today but you will not reach any other object in the room. The knots vary in size and the space between them also varies. The closer to the wall, the larger the knot so that you will be unable to lean against the wall and rest.'

I moan again, pleading with him but it is no use.

‘I am going to work, the men are outside working on the garden, the patio door is open for them to use the bathroom next to you. Don't worry Sub. The door will be locked, you will not be discovered.'

Again I moan and plead with him, trying to move off the knot that had impaled me. Crying out for mercy but to no avail.

He was gone.

I managed to move gingerly along the rope throughout the day. I am tired, my feet were sore and legs ached if I remained stationary for too long. Some of the knots were tantalizingly small, the stimulation that they gave not quite enough for me to gain enjoyment, but the larger ones were painful. The bar attached to my arms prevented me from reaching the rope to press it down or pull on it at all, similarly the chain prevented large steps being taken to offer similar stimulation or pressure.

I could hear the men. They moved about outside the dark room with freedom, unaware of my torture, unaware of me.

Time and time again I almost brought myself to orgasm on the rope, I was panting at the thought, my clitoris swollen and tender as I made my way gingerly to the next knot. Another huge one, I gently pressed against it and pulled away, the pressing motion exquisite, but not enough. I bend and straighten, thrust my arms out behind me, pushing down onto the rope.

My breasts were hard, nipples bulging, ready for milking again, stimulated by the thought of the machine and the sensation of the knots.

Master returned. I heard him speaking with the men outside, laughing and joking with them while I danced on the rope in the dark dungeon.

He came into the room to check me, without speaking he hooked me to the machine and left.

Again I moaned to him, again there was silence, and now the machine was stimulating me even more.

I had to remain still, legs cramping, toes painfully steadying my body as I waited for his return.

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It was the start of my punishment. 14 days of torture, every day the rope chaffed against my tender pussy lips. Every day, I am gagged and blindfolded, oblivious to the world outside the room.

Master varied the pain threshold for me from day to day. Whilst the rope was used each day, some days my arms would be attached to my collar, bent up my back or stretched straight out and bound together from above the elbow to the wrist.

Ginger root was inserted into my pussy and arse every second day. The burning sensation would drive me crazy for hours on end as I moved along the pussy rope.

My nipples suffered many different tortures. They were banded with the tight rubber bands, clamped with the bulldog clamps, they had weights attached to the clamps and sometimes pulled upwards and tied to my collar.

Every second day, opposite to the ginger, they were scrubbed with a hard toothbrush and pure sports liniment applied. This burning would send me wild, dancing on my toes for many hours, the smell filling my nose and making me dizzy as the pain surged through me.

On three occasions I was made to wear high heels. This added to the pressure on my pussy as the heels pushed my hips forwards and forced me to concentrate on keeping my balance.

Milking continued throughout the torture period and Master fed me small amounts of vegetables along with my own milk.

On the weekend he took the torture to another level. Placing me on the pussy rope he would return to the dungeon regularly and whip my arse, causing me to almost run along the rope, or he would crack my breasts and nipples, sending me reeling backwards along the rope.

He plugged my arse for hours on end as well, making the ginger insertions even more excruciating, often pumping the dildo roughly in and out while I walked along the rope.

Each night the routine was the same, I was tightly secured to the end of his bed, legs and arms tied and stretched out leaving my arse and pussy exposed.

The only change was the torture;-

He took to me with the riding crop, thrashing my clit and inner pussy lips until I fainted.

He stuffed my holes with large dildos and stimulated me to the brink of orgasm many times, only to move away and snigger at me as I begged for release.

He clamped my clit and threaded the chain through my collar tightly. If I moved my head I pulled on the chain and stretched my aching clit.

Similarly my pussy lips were also clamped open, a chain wrapping from one clamp around the back of my thighs to the other one and pulled tightly so that they were stretched open.

On this occasion, a small fan was positioned in front of my pussy, the continuous air blowing directly onto my clit and inside my pussy. The cooling sensations dried and stimulated me throughout the night, again leaving me exhausted.

Each morning I was released and sucked Master in the shower before breakfast and returning to the dungeon. He never touched me.

I counted the days. Day thirteen was long and torturous. Master goaded me about the final day and the ‘party' that he had planned for me.

On this day, my arms were left free for about thirty minutes at a time where Master would enter the dungeon and order me to finger myself, but not to orgasm.

Time and time again I touched my clit and pushed my fingers deep inside me for release, each time willing him to allow me to orgasm, each time the crop across my arse signaled for me to stop and put my arms behind me.

He would then crop me, pinch and twist my nipples, whip my thighs, calves and feet, and order me to finger myself again.

I cried and cried. The pain was more than I had ever endured, and the frustration was more than I could stand.

The last hour that I was in there was the worst. He restrained my arms behind me.

Sswoosh…. ‘You have 30 seconds to cum.' The single-tail cracked my pussy and I screamed.

I jiggled and moved on the rope as he counted the seconds. Panicking as I rubbed and ground my pussy onto the knots without success.

Sswoosh… ‘Stop.'

I stopped, panting and groaning. Waiting for his order or more torture.

Sswoosh…'Go, 20 seconds.'

Again I moved on the rope, almost running over the knots, bending my knees to press the knots hard against me. I was almost there… it was building.

Swoosh…'Stop'

I stopped again, slumped and panting, dribble pouring from around the gag.

Sswoosh.. ‘Go, 10 Seconds'

I thrust myself onto the rope and ground hard, the waves started almost immediately as I cried out and pounded my flesh onto the rope. My legs and arms erupted into spasms, my body was cramped, juices flowed from within me and my mind was black.

Again and again this routine followed, Orgasm after orgasm I forced upon myself, grinding and sliding my pussy along the rope with such fury that I was sure it was bleeding.

Master released me, sat me on the bed and milked me in silence.