The Red Market (mxmxm)

- Ch. 9 -

"You've just lessened your punishment... kitten,"

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As Sir locks my wrists into the leather cuffs, Master attaches a white leash onto the collar that stays around my neck, unless I'm bathing. He passes the leash to Sir as he turns around, going into a room. Sir turns me around and leads me over to the other side of the basement. The carpet under my feet tickle my toes slightly as Sir walks me. Sir stops me in front of what looks like a small black pommel horse without the handles. I stand there confused as to what exactly he wants me to do. 

I feel a rough hand push on my back, making me fold over the furniture at my hips. Master lightly kicks the insides of my ankles, telling me to spread my legs. I timidly shift my legs into a wider stance, noticing how my ass cheeks separate slightly. I hang my head in embarrassment as Master runs his hands on my ass. 

I have to rely solely on touch as I'm bent over, my vison completely obstructed. I feel as Master roughly separates my ass cheeks. I let out a squeak of surprise as Master does this, a slight breeze rubbing against my asshole. I gasp as I feel a cold liquid being poured onto my exposed hole. A finger rubs against my hole and my head instinctively snaps up. I notice that Sir is no longer in front of me, most likely helping Master behind me. 

I inhale sharply as a thick finger enters my hole, my head starting to feel fuzzy. I try to swallow moans as the finger is pumped in and out of me, eventually moving to two fingers, and then three. As the fingers fuck my ass I accidently let out a moan, immediately causing a smack to be landed on my ass. 

"You enjoying this slut?" Master asks, his voice deep, but no longer sharp. 

"I-I'm sorry Master" I choke out between moans. I squeeze my eyes shut, my vision going a bit blurry as I feel a pit starting in my stomach. Before anything can proceed further, in almost a second, the hands on my ass disappear. I don't notice anything besides the absence at first but I slowly start to recognize the familiar feeling of the cage around my hard cock. I also feel something in my ass, though it doesn't feel like the vibrator from before. 

I hear a camera click before Master grabs my leash, lifting my torso up, horizontal with the pommel. He shows me a picture on my phone and I instantly blush harder than ever before. I look at the picture just taken. It shows me, draped over the pommel, my legs stretched out, giving perfect view of my caged member and a butt plug with a fluffy white tail attached to it, matching perfectly with the ears I have on, though you can't see it in the picture. I just now notice, with the picture, that my feet aren't flat on the floor, the pommel being too tall for me to stand properly. 

I look away from the picture out of embarrassment. However, not embarrassment of the picture itself per se, rather embarrassment from realizing that it turned me on slightly. Sir walks around, taking the leash from Master. He starts wrapping the long lead around his hand until he had a perfect length that forces my head around without much effort. 

"Lets have fun," Sir says, looking into my eyes, though I can't help but think he wasn't directing that to me. As Sir says that, master wraps a blindfold around my eyes rendering my useful senses to touch and sound. Though not for long. I feel Master tuck my hair behind my ear temporarily as he puts earplugs into both ears, making me rely solely on touch. 

Without prompt, my heart starts to pound harder, slight fear settling in as I'm deprived of my senses. 

After not feeling anything I jump slightly when I feel leather sliding up my leg. The small square of leather, presumably a crop, runs up my right leg and traces circles along my ass before sliding down my left leg. The crop leaves goosebumps on my skin in its trail, slightly turning me on. The crop leaves my skin. Two beats later, it comes down on my ass, pain rippling along my body. I let out a groan as the pain registers. I feel as the crop gently runs over the freshly struck area, causing my heart to skip a beat. 

Without warning another smack hits the inside of my left leg. My legs shake slightly as I wince from the pain. A couple more strikes hit my my ass and thighs, each getting easier than the last, my groans and winces slowly morphing. Two more strikes hit my ass rapid fire before nothing. I wait fearfully, preparing myself for a harder blow. 

I jump again as something else softly runs along my backside. I feel what seems to be multiple strands of leather graze my skin before I'm struck again. This time, with the multiple strands, the pain covers more area, the sharp pain reaching more spots than usual. I scream slightly wincing at the new pain. Master strikes my ass five more times. After the last strike I notice my eyes burning from tears, the blindfold slightly damp. Sir pulls up on my leash, making my head tilt up. 

As I'm distracted, I feel Master's familiar rough hand slap my ass, sharp pain erupting from the strike point as I moan out, surprising myself. I feel Master's pants rub against my ass before grabbing my head just below my jaw, choking me slightly, immediately sending waves of pleasure through my body. His other hand reaches to my ear, taking out the earplug to whisper to me. 

"You little masochistic slut, enjoying your punishment?" He asks, his voice deep and full of lust. I moan slightly from his voice alone, my mind going blank. 

"Yes Master," I moan out, "I'm sorry Master!" He doesn't say anything else, putting the earplug back in, nibbling at the top of my ear slightly before letting go of me, shoving my torso back down before stepping back. 

I wait a while until I feel fingers rake along my ass and down my thighs. Somehow I instantly recognize Sir's touch as he squeezes my ass, causing a squeak to come out of my mouth. Sir slaps my ass. It was surprisingly different from how Master's felt. Less confidant, and less painful, I do react regardless however. 

I wait a couple more beats before a searing line of pain suddenly appears on my ass. I didn't even register the impact of the cane, only really feeling the aftermath. I let out a guttural groan at this new pain. My ass is struck a few more times, causing more tears to flow, soaking the blindfold. Though as the pain intensified, so did the pleasure, though with every new strike the boiling pain would surface first before creating the numbing fiery pleasure. By the fourth strike of the cane I find myself begging and pleading, the sensations getting too intense to handle. 

"Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was a brat! I'll never do it again I promise!" I cry out, begging to stop the intense feelings of both pain and pleasure. I feel my earplugs being taken out. 

"One more time kitten," I hear Master demand. 

"I'm sorry for disobeying you Master! I won't be a brat anymore, I'm sorry!" I plead, automatically knowing what to say. Master slaps my cheek slightly, making my head move with the motion but not enough to actually hurt. 

"Good boy," he hums, his voice rattling in my skull as I accidently let out a moan. I listen to Sir and Master shuffling around before my blindfold is untied, and the cuffs are taken off my wrists. Sir stands me up properly and I lean into him from exhaustion. 

With my eyes closed from exhaustion, I feel Master gently slide his hands down the back my thighs, stopping right above my knees. Before I could open my eyes, Master lifts me up, making my legs automatically wrap around his waist and my arms wrap around his neck to keep me from falling. 

As Master holds me up, I feel Sir wrap his hand around my caged cock and I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. I hear the cage unclick and feel him take it off my throbbing member. I sigh out in relief, my breath almost immediately hitching as Sir takes hold of me. He expertly pumps my cock as I leak precum. Master kisses and sucks along my neck, pure pleasure erupting from every touch, kiss, and stroke. 

I don't try to suppress my moans anymore, letting myself cry out in pleasure. Not long into it I find myself begging Sir to allow me to cum. He hums at my request, continuing to pump me, making it increasingly difficult to try to keep it in. 

"What do you think Master, should we let him?" Sir asks as I increasingly get more sensitive. 

"I suppose. He did take it well," Master answers after a pause that felt like forever. As he finishes his answer, I cum onto Master's and my own chest, my head going completely blank from pleasure as I release.