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   Stool of Punishment by Sadie Hart (f/m, femdom, some cbt punishment)

   I deserved the punishment, I had spoken harshly to her in a fit of anger
that really should have been directed at the person who started it.  But
shit, now it was too late I had spoken those words and she had calmly told
me that later this evening I would pay for that outburst.  In many ways I
could hardly wait for it, since I had the feeling that she would include
some kind of sexual torture for me while getting herself off at my expense.
I have to admit I was totally unprepared for just how evil this woman that
I worship can be at times.

   After dinner it began with her demanding that I clean up the dishes and
kitchen by myself.  I was worried that she was going to lay into me big
time since she had made sure that I saw all the implements lying out on the
end of the dinner table.  She had laid out the heavy flogger (she has never
used that on me up to this point, only teases me with it.) She had some
kind of heavy looking paddle, duct tape, a heavy wooden ruler, lubricant, a
small butt plug, a larger dildo, some latex gloves, the wrist restraints,
some q-tips and a small bottle of some kind of lotion.

   Once I finished the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen she came to
inspect my work.  She was wearing a loose robe and showed no emotion on her
face as she looked at my work.  She then motioned for me to head to the
dining room.  Once I walked in I was shocked to see some kind of heavy oak
square stool in there next to the end of the dining table.  It was just the
right height so that my cock would lay across it.  I noted that she had
several of the round weights to my weight set laying on the floor beside
it. I heard her giggle as I took in the area.  "Remove your clothes and go
get ready, I want you to use the small evacuation enema I left in the
bathroom for you, make sure you get yourself nice and squeaky clean.  You
have exactly 30 minutes to return here and present yourself to me in the
proper manner."

   I hurriedly removed my clothes and headed to the bathroom to clean out
my ass and prepare it.  I was excited cause she always has me do this prior
to fucking me with the strap-on she had me buy for her.  But I have to
admit being bewildered since I hadn't seen it lying on the table with the
rest of the implements.  Not only that but I was really worried about those
weights, I sensed a foreboding that was making me really nervous.

   When I returned to present myself, kneeling at her feet to her, head
down I gasped when I felt her foot against my hardening cock.  She pressed
it into the floor.  The pain wasn't unbearable as I enjoy it when she
punishes my cock.  She placed a fingertip under my chin and pulled my head
up to meet her eyes.  I saw her smile as she applied more pressure to my
cock until all of her weight was pressing on me.  All 230 lbs of this
goddess standing on my hardening cock.  My cock throbbed under her foot. 
"You spoke to me today in a manner that was the most disrespectful I have
ever been addressed.  I am going to punish your cock and your mouth for
that.  First we will start with that lovely mouth of yours slave."

   She stepped off my cock sending a flood of relief and greater desire
through me as I soon began to see just how damned evil she could be.  I
smelled it first, she opened up the bottle and the room was filled with the
scent of cinnamon.  She knows how much I hate the taste of cinnamon, she
simply told me to open my mouth and extend my tongue.  She placed about
five drops of this cinnamon oil on the end of my tongue.  I could feel its
burning sting as I kneeled there holding it on the tip of my tongue, then I
felt her begin to brush my tongue with a toothbrush vigorously.  God my
mouth was on fire and then she simply stopped and sat down on that stool,
watching me as I tried to keep my tongue stuck out as she commanded.  She
was enjoying watching me struggle not only with the heat from the oil but
the taste that I so hate.  I noticed that she was slowly rubbing her pussy
while she sat there watching me struggle.  with the emotions that I was
feeling.  After about three long minutes of this she motioned for me to
drink the milky substance she had placed on the table for me.  I was only
to happy to be rid of the taste of cinnamon but didn't realize that all
that white milky stuff was actually a small vial of cum.  I knew she had
been saving my cum by freezing it in a small cup but I never expected to
have to drink it down.  She laughed as I realized that I was drinking my
own cum.  She then asked me if I had enjoyed my little cocktail for the
night.  I was busy trying to keep it down, just the thought of drinking
fucking jism has always been a limit I've not been willing to cross.  I was
once again beginning to get angry, she sensed this and picked up the heavy
flogger striking my chest quickly and then a blow to my cock.  I gasped in
pain as I heard her simply state, "Yes I told you I would respect your
limits but you failed to respect mine this afternoon so I hope you now
understand that I will not tolerate that kind of behavior from you again."

   "Now stand and lean over the dining room table and receive the beating
you deserve."

   I leaned over looking at her over my shoulder, "please mistress have
mercy on me.  I didn't mean to strike at you this afternoon." "I know that
you fucking asshole but you must learn that you do not have the authority
to speak to any woman in that manner no matter what happens during your
fucking day."

   I knew then that this session was going to be about her getting even
with me for all the women in the world that had been wronged by men.  She
had that look in her eye and my cock was harder than ever.  I wanted her to
punish not only me physically, body and cock but mentally as well.  I
lowered my head and awaited the floggers kiss.  She didn't disappointment
me as she whipped my thighs, buttocks and calves.  Then she stopped and
came closer rubbing up against me.  I could still feel the heat of the whip
on my skin.  She pulled back and opened that lotion bottle, and damned if
it didn't smell like fucking cinnamon.  She rubbed it over my ass and
thighs.  It continued to burn as she laughed when reached around and
grabbed my cock.  She began to rub my cock with her hands that oil was
burning my cock.  My cock felt as if it were on fire and then reached down
and rubbed her hands over my balls.  I fell to my knee tears welling up in
my eyes.  "Mistress please let me go wash this off."

   She simply nodded no to me and then told me to place my cock on the
stool and to make sure that I was as close as I could get to it.  I did as
she requested and watched as she began to run tape over my cock taping it
to the stool.  She had arranged the tape so that no adhesive was placed
against my skin.  In fact I could tell that she had simply taken a longer
piece and placed a smaller piece in the middle so that the adhesive was
sticking to the adhesive of the smaller piece.  She had made sure that I
was snugly taped to the stool.  She then reached down and picked up one of
those weights and placed on the length of my cock.  Then she added another
and another until she had 30 lbs laying on my cock.  She then motioned for
me to spread my legs a bit.  Soon she was placing a couple of wooden
clothespins on my ballsac.  She stepped back and headed to the den
returning with a crop.  She slapped at the clothespins with that crop,
enjoying my cries as I took what she was giving me.  The weights on my cock
made it impossible for me to move away, not to mention the way she had
taped my cock to the stool.  Then she stopped and told me that I had taken
this much so well that she was going to remove the weights.  I felt a great
relief when they finally came off my cock but it was soon replaced by a
stinging.  I cried out as she struck my cock repeatedly with the wooden
ruler.  As she was hitting my cock it caused my balls to swing, those
damned clothespins hitting the inside of my thighs bringing searing pain
through my cock and balls.

   She stopped giving me moment to catch my breath as she gave me small
sips of water.  She asked me if I was ready for the final phase of
tonight's punishment.  I told her I was ready for whatever she had in mind.
I deserved to have my cock punished for my earlier outburst and for its
behavior.  My cock was rock hard and I was hoping that she'd let me cum
tonight.  It was as if she read my mind.  "Yes my slave you will cum
tonight but it may not be as pleasurable as you desire.  You have always
wanted me to punish your cock until you cum, tonight you will get that
wish. But I'm going to continue to also punish you by fucking your ass with
the dildo while you fuck your cock using this stool to bring yourself off.
I'm going to enjoy watching the tape I'm recording of this session while
you give me oral pleasure.  I'm planning on showing it at our next little
party so others can see just how much you enjoy our little games."

   My cock jerked when I heard her say that, she has never before
threatened to expose my secret to anyone else.  I watched as she picked up
a q-tip and leaned over my cock, she began pushing the end of into my
urethra.  I was going into a kind of subspace that was delicious.  I felt
my body going into a total pleasure mode.  Then I felt her pressing that
lubed up dildo into my ass.  "Go on slave, fuck your cock, see if you can
cum by fucking that stool." As I began to fuck myself, sliding my cock
between the tape and stool I became aware of how the clothespins added to
the pain coursing through me.  Along with it was a burning desire to shoot
my hot cum all over the stool.  She told me to tell her when I was close to
cumming as she wanted to watch me spurt.  She wanted to see if I could
shoot out that q-tip.  It didn't take long for me to get that damned close.
I began to beg her to let me cum, she kept me holding on forever, then I
smelled that damn cinnamon oil again as I heard her tell me to go ahead and
shoot my load.  I began cumming as I felt the burning of that cinnamon
entering my ass.  I kept fucking myself between the stool and that dildo.
The pain all over was intense as my orgasm raced through me.  I was shaking
as I realized that she had removed the dildo from my ass and was wiping my
ass with a wet cloth.  She reached down and removed the clothespins slowly
savoring each one that came away with a new sensation of pain racing
through me.  Finally she reached around and pulled that q-tip from my cock
and removed the tape.  I was shaking but my cock was once again hard.

   She simply stood there shaking her head as she commanded me to clean and
put away the toys.  I was to join her after I done that so that we could
watch my torture session all over while I serviced her orally.  I have to
admit I hope that I never have to go through the cinnamon oil treatment.  I
learned that I had to control my mouth better in the future.  I thoroughly
enjoy the way my wife punishes my cock.  She uses items that to many are
simple home or craft items but to her it's a challenge to find a way to
turn it into some sort of torture device.  Yes she is a goddess to me, all
230 lbs of her especially her devious mind, it's the best tool she owns.