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Riders #38

on your last, beautiful Natalia Dyer story; did then the “proper punishment” actually follow? Please tell us

Someone fishing for a sequel?

It was now the 16th of February. After that first night with her Bull she ordered you to go back home and she was staying a day longer to fuck some more.

You just nodded and stayed quiet. She'd never sent you home ever for any of these dates. You were always near. Either watching her in the room or like the 14th forced to listen.

When she got home you were feeling quite down. You sat on your knees naked, in the expected position as she entered the living room. You looked down at the floor.

"Welcome home, Mistress." You spoke, sounding as gloomy as you felt.

"Look at me, Y/N." She ordered you. The anger she had on display two days seemed gone. Still, as you looked in eyes, you felt apprehensive. you knew a punishment was coming.

"I am going to punish you for your tardiness on Valentines day now, so. Follow." She commanded. Her tone brief and firm. You stood up and she sat you down in a chair before binding your legs and arms. After stepping back she first slid a gag inside your mouth, then she came back around with a bottle of lube and something new.

She got on her knees in between your legs. you gasped when she actually pulled out the key to your chastity cage. If you were getting punished, why was she going to unlock your cock. She first gently took pulled the cage of before even taking off the ring.

She poured some lube on her hands and she softly started stroking your cock till you started to get hard, which didn't take long even considering how long you've been locked up for.

Your eyes widened as she then finally revealed the new toy she'd gotten. A spiked cockring. She secured it around the base and closed the lock. You were still quite soft so you felt the dozen little spikes that were on the inside but it did not hurt.... yet.

Natalia then looked up at you. "I feel you have been slipping in your duties which is unacceptable." She stated clearly. "I feel you are becoming a bit selfish with seeking pleasure for yourself and being tardy. So decided to punish you with pleasure itself and you will suffer just as long as you wasted my time for that day, understood?" She almost growled.

You shuddered. It was pathetic but her talking down on you make you feel good. Your cock filling with blood. She finally pulled out a stopwatch which had a 26 minute timer set to go.

"As soon as I feel you are in pain, the timer will start and I will -not- stop until it is down to zero." With that clearly statement she started stroking you again.

You were already taking deep breath as she silky soft hands worked your shaft. "Mmf.... mmmm!?" You whimpered softly but Natalia just glared at you holding up the stopwatch for you to see. Only when the first pained grunt came from your lips did the timer start.

She put the stopwatch down and started using both hands to work your cock. One lovingly fondled with your balls constant.

"NGGg.. nngg." You groaned in pain when her hand brought you immense pleasure only for the spikes to start digging onto your cock. the next 24 minutes became hell. Natalia managed to keep your dick rock hard even as you groaned and winced from the intense pain everytime your dick pulsed from her constant teasing.

She even moved her other hand underneath to start teasing your boy hole all the make sure your dick wouldn't go soft.

You went from muffled pleading to groaning in pain, shivering in pleasure only to cry out from pain again and then back to more muffled begging for mercy.

But Natalia kept strong. She didn't really enjoy these kinds of things. She'd much rather have her obedient boy around to toy with. To tease, edge, spank, then edge and tease some more. But she also knew you occasionally needed her to be firm and ruthless.

So the punishment was set and you would serve it in full. She just hoped you would learn the lesson for a good while and step it up to the level of service she was used to from you.

So she watched you closely. Watched your body shake and tremble from the pain. Listened to your painful whimpers and grunts, ignored the pathetic attempts to beg until the stopwatch finally went off and the 26 minutes were finally over. Her hands immediately left your cock and she was quick to remove the ring.

Her body shivered a little when she could still see the imprints of all the spikes on your skin. Your body shook violently when she touched it. She knew your body needed a little while to recover.

She wasn't going to cage you back up right away. She pulled out the gag and looked you in the eyes.

"Y/N? Are you okay? Can I get you some water?" She asked you. It was as much her responsibility to take care of you as it was to punish you.

You nodded weakly. "W.water.. please, Mistress." You spoke very quietly. She gave you a warm smile and gently patted your head.

"Ofcourse my sweet boy." She cooed before walking to the kitchen leaving you with a cautious smile as your body could slowly start to recover.

I love the way submission evolves, specifically in a relationship to somebody. I used to fantasise about setting up a challenge or bet, losing badly and getting that rubbed in my face. Specifically being set against a woman and losing to her was always so hot to me. In a relationship that can easily become the brat dynamic of me acting out or causing conflict because I want to be put in my place.

But my partner wanted an obedient boy and wasn't a fan of pulling her boy back in line. Why should she put up with me trying to resist when we both know I'm going to lose, I want to lose, I've lost every single time for months, years even? How many times do I have to be defeated before I give up?

But when I accept that I cannot act out and expect to get rewarded, I start thinking about how it works to get rewarded for obedience. Getting bullied and made fun of is something I'm earning through being a total suck up.

Suddenly I'm proud that there's no fight left in me. I do all her chores and say yes ma'am and drop everything when she calls for me. If and when she decides to reward me, she knows that shoving her feet in my face, calling me a weakling, and telling me to kiss her ass are exactly what I adore. And when I feel that urge like I should be fighting for my pride and self respect, to just let her walk all over me and thank her for it, make extra efforts to show my appreciation... It's so much better than standing up and getting knocked down.

One year, those balls must be blue as.

"It's nice to have our own personal doormat, to wipe our feet on whenever we want.

Stick out your tongue, loser! Show us how desperate you are to serve us."