Mantras Ch 05

I was still angry. I had left Chloe in her cage for the better part of a day, only going down into her room to feed her and let her use the restroom and shower. Other than that, she was stuck in her bed. To think, that she would call me by THAT name...

We weren't supposed to be at this point yet. She was supposed to have 3 weeks on her first two mantras. I didn't want to sully her thought process with too much information. Now she was forcing my hand. The next lesson needed to be taught. It needed to be accelerated.

I let Chloe out of her cage and got her setup on her High Priest. She was watching me warily, cringing away from me slightly. I'm sure she could still feel the anger radiating off of me. While she knelt, I stood on a stool and ran ropes through the ceiling. Her wrists went into the cuffs and were raised above her head, not fully taught, but close. I fed her in this position, not speaking, though slightly happier that she didn't taste the extra ingredient. That would be a surprise for later.

As I pulled the bottle away, she looked down and to her left, not looking at me she said, "Please, may I have some flavor, Master?"

This cheeky little slut was trying to get in my good graces! I reached out and pinched her nipple, causing her to wince. "No," was all I said in a quiet voice. She let out the small breath she had been holding as I released her nipple. I walked around her in a circle, surveying her, enjoying the sight of her kneeling and tied. "First Mantra?" I said.

"I...what?" Chloe was obviously caught off guard. My right hand shot out, palm open, and struck her across the left breast. "Ahh!" Chloe let out a small scream and would have fallen over if she wasn't tied to the ceiling.

"What is your first mantra?" I barked at her. "Have you not been studying? Are you lessons too easy? Are you just a dumb bitch? Can you not remember two short sentences after repeating them a few thousand times?" My rage was really showing through. "What is your First MANTRA?" I yelled the last word at her.

"I...I...I," she said between sobs, terrified of me in a way she hadn't been since that first day. "I am a thing, not a person." She took several breaths. "I only exist to serve my master, my god, in any way he desires," she finished.

Chloe was given a few moments to compose herself. "Good," I said, and struck her across her other tit. She gave an incoherent sound of pain and rocked back from her position again. Tears were flowing openly down her face. "Second Mantra?"

"I love when Master pleasures me. I love when, when, please...ahh, ahh, Ahh, AHH!" At her adlibbing, I reached out and grabbed her. I was pulling her nipples, almost pulling her off the Sybian.

"Second mantra?" I asked again. Malice dripping from my tongue.

"I love when Master pleasures me. I love when Master hurts me." Her mouth was open in a rictus of pain. I pulled her harder towards me and kissed her, my tongue forcefully invading her mouth. Her tongue responded to mine invading her space, and she moaned painfully into my mouth. I continued to hold her there, my tongue battling hers for space, for a few seconds before releasing her.

"Good."

I stepped out briefly to start the mantra_3 program and grabbed a clicker. The kind for computers, not for dogs, but an idea for the future...

I removed my clothes and, returning to Chloe, gathered her hair in my hand, clutching it at the back of her head, tightly. I tilted her head back to look at my face. "It's a good thing you don't get makeup. Your face would be so ugly with mascara running down it. Open your mouth." Her cheeks were wet with tears, some snot was dripping out her nose. The poor thing couldn't wipe it off with her hands tied. "Swallow." I pushed myself down her throat.

I held her there, her nose pressed against my stomach. I didn't thrust, just pulled her hair and held her against me. "You were supposed to spend the last day in worship. Repeating your first and second mantras. Your performance from a few minutes ago tells me they haven't sunk it yet, which reinforces the schedule I have for you. However," I pulled out of her throat, gave her a breath, then shoved back in as far as I could, "your recent indiscretion has necessitated an accelerated timetable. You lucky little cunt. You get to start your Third Mantra today. I expect this mantra will take several sessions to sink in," out, breath, back in, "and they might just be my favorite one!

"You know, there are only five mantras. That's not so much to learn, is it?" Breath. "Even an apparently dumb bitch like you should be able to learn five little mantras. I figured you'd be smiling-use your tongue-to know-ahhh, that's it-that you're going to be moving over the halfway point sooner than I was planning for you to. Hmm? Oh." Breath. "What do you say? Are you excited? Give me a 'gluck, gluck, gluck,' if your excited and can't wait to see what your High Priest is going to teach you next!"

I pulled out and thrust three times, hard, straight down her throat. "I'm so happy you're happy!" I said. "Let's get a few more of those, then we can start on your mantra." I hit the clicker once and the Sybian turned on. I saw her thighs clench at the sudden sensation. With the vibrator running, I started to thrust hard into her throat. I didn't care about her breathing, I didn't care about bruising the back of her throat. I ignored the tears and the snot. I did not ignore the way her body was thrashing in panic, torn between the pleasurable attention to her clit and cunt on one end, and struggling to breathe on the other.

When I was ready to cum, I pulled myself out of her mouth and sprayed all over her face and chest. I didn't think I had ever cum so hard in my life. Chloe was an absolute mess. She looked like she'd been passed around a room of college jocks. My dick wasn't any cleaner. I wiped it across her cheeks and forehead, getting giant gobs of saliva and semen all over her. "Ugly crier, indeed."

I spit on her. Kind of like scat, spitting wasn't my thing. I hadn't even planned it, but seeing her there, an absolute mess, really made me want to show her how superior I was. Or maybe in inverse. How low SHE was compared to me. I wasn't really an impulsive person. Everything I did was planned. For some reason, the spitting just felt RIGHT, though.

Chloe wasn't crying anymore. Hadn't been for a while. She was just weeping now. Silent sobs wracked her body, her head hung limp. "Please look at the screen."

She raised her head, opened her eyes, and I clicked the clicker. "Read your Third Mantra."

"Please don't. I'll be good. I promise. I'll be a good slave. I'll be your good slut. Please don't hurt me." She kept repeating this and similar as I walked over to the table and grabbed a flogger.

"Read."

"I deserve all punishment Master gives me. I don't need to know why, but to just understand that Master is right to hurt me. I always thank him for punishing me. I love Master for punishing me."

"Good." Even though I had just cum, the sustained sound of the multiple tails hitting her back caused my dick to bounce. Her little "ah!" didn't hurt either. Well, not ME. She'd probably never been whipped before. "Again."

"I deserve all punishment Master gives me. I don't need to know why, but to just understand that Master is right to hurt me. I always thank him for punishing me. I love Master for punishing me."

The flogger hit her from the other direction. "Again."

"I deserve all punishment Master gives me. I don't need to know why, but to just understand that Master is right to hurt me. I always thank him for punishing me. I love Master for punishing me."

I let the flogger reach a little further this time, wrapping around her torso and striking across her breast. "Oh god..." she sobbed. Her head hung down again. She was crying audibly again, the torment too much to respond quietly.

I sighed so that she could hear me and dropped the flogger. It was leather, so it hardly made a sound when it hit the floor. Whelp, so much for a bit of drama. I stepped up to her back and pushed Chloe forward, smashing her clit against the Sybian and pulling her arms backward instead of up.

"Please..."

"Please what, little slut?"

"Please...it hurts...why do you hate me?" Chloe wailed.

"You dumb little slut," I said. I clicked up on my clicker twice, overriding the limits on the Sybian and moving it to a high setting. I wiped my middle finger across her face, covering it in her saliva, still dripping down her, then ran that finger down her crack and wormed it into her asshole. I started working it in and out, in and out, in and out, and said, "this is why you have to repeat your mantras. They have to sink in. You have to understand them on a visceral level." I kept pumping my finger inside her backdoor. I had never actually been inside an asshole before Chloe, but it was turning into one of my favorite things. It felt powerful sodomizing her. It felt even better since I thought she liked it; really shutting down any compunctions I felt about the act, not that there were many.

"Read the last sentence of your Third Mantra"

Chloe was struggling to get words out. The vibrations and the sodomy overriding her vocal capacities. "Unh...unh...unh..." She was already starting to disassociate the sensations I was giving her, able to switch between experiencing the pain and surrendering to pleasure. Such a fun toy. "I...ugh...I love Master for punishing me."

"You see? I don't hurt you because I HATE you. I do this because I love you." My finger was starting to get dry. I pulled it out and wiped it and my pointer across her face, gathering more saliva. "I know this is a hard transition," I said as I worked twice as many fingers in her ass, "let's ease into it, hmm? Would you like to cum before we continue your mantra?"

She was grinding her hips now, fucking my fingers as much as I was diddling her. It was starting to hurt my knuckles with her smashing them on the Sybian. Considering how I was making her feel, I decided I could take it. "Yes, please, Master."

"Good girl." With my free hand I clicked the up arrow one more time before dropping the clicker and wrapping my left hand around the front of her throat. "Cum for me."

Chloe's hips started bucking as soon as the vibrator switched to the higher setting. Twenty seconds later she started screaming. There were a lot of "ahh's!" in the screams, but midway through she included a "Master!" I almost felt bad for planning to whip her for the next couple of hours.

She came down from her orgasm and I pumped my fingers inside her a few more times, just to remind her who was in charge. "I don't want that flogger getting dirty. You'll need to clean the mess you made. Don't do something you're going to regret. I'm just training you today, but it could turn into actual punishment if you want it to." I brought my fingers up to her lips. She reluctantly opened her mouth and let them inside. "Good slave. Don't just hold them, now. Suck on them, run your tongue all over and between them. Treat them like you do my cock. With how much you seem to enjoy having your ass stuffed, you are going to want to get used to the taste of your ass on my dick. I'm going to rail you over and over, for years and years, and I expect to be clean each time I enter you. That's a good girl." I pumped my fingers in and out of her mouth for a while, until I felt her will had left her.

I pulled my hand out of her mouth and when she stayed quiet I reminded her, "the correct etiquette is to thank me, I can always accelerate this particular training, too. Stick my fingers back inside your asshole and make you clean them. We could spend a long time doing that until you forgot about the taste."

"Thank you, Master," Chloe said as soon as I finished speaking.

"You're welcome, pet. Now," I grabbed the remote and returned the Sybian to it's normal setting, settling Chloe back across it, "you continue with your mantra, I'm going to hurt you while you do it."

Chloe started to cry, but obediently began to recite again, "I deserve all punishment Master gives me. I don't need to know why, but to just understand that Master is right to hurt me. I always thank him for punishing me. I love Master for punishing me." I stuck her across the back.

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My arm was on fire. Fine. I suppose it wasn't THAT bad. In all fairness, Chloe's entire body was lit up red like a Christmas tree. She was panting as I told her she was finished, her tears having dried quite some time ago. By my clock, we had been at it for almost 2 and a quarter hours. By far her shortest session, but with the need for me to exert myself the entire time...well, swinging a flogger gets tiresome after a bit. Plus, I needed my dick to go soft for just a couple of minutes. The whipping had kept her heartrate high, so the Sybian kept trying to tick down do a slower speed, which I would tick back up. I eventually turned off the automatic process and just controlled it manually.

It was less elegant this way, a couple times Chloe's orgasm would start and I would turn the Sybian all the way off. A strike across her nipples was always sufficient to shut down whatever orgasmic bliss she was about to feel. While I wanted her to associate pain and pleasure, I still wanted her orgasms to be fully at my discretion. Hmm...I might need to come up with a different approach for the 3rd Mantra.

"Let's take a break, yeah?" I said, unlatching her wrists. I pulled her off the Sybian and dropped her to the floor. Tssk. That just wasn't going to do for me. "Back on your knees, put your face on the floor, that's it, just on your cheek." Her ass was sticking up in the air with her cum running down the inside of your thighs. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and lifted her to put her face down where she had just been squatting. I ground her face into the leather, re-wetting her face which was now dried from her spit and my jizz and replacing it with her own excretions. Her wrists were still bound to each other, so I released the connecting chain. "Reach behind you, spread yourself for me." There was only a second of hesitation before she grabbed an asscheek in each hand and pried them apart. I heard her hiss with pain, her ass did not escape the past 2 hours of whipping. Her asshole itself hadn't felt the whip, her little rosebud was pulsing in time to her heavy breathing, practically begging for something to be inserted and to stretch it to its limits. "Clean the High Priest."

With no protest Chloe's tongue shot out of her mouth and she earnestly licked every inch of her seat. When she was finished I said, "First Mantra."

"I am a thing, not a person. I only exist to server my master, my god, in any way he desires." WHAM. I swung my hand underhand and slapped her right across the length of her cunt. "AYYEEE," Chloe screamed as I hadn't heard her before, her body shooting forward and landing with her tits across the Sybian. She let go of her asscheeks and tried to push herself up.

"Get your hands back where they were told to be," I barked at her. "Show me your asshole." Sobbing, Chloe rocked back onto her knees and spread her ass open again. "What do you say, slave?"

"Th- th- thank y-y-you, Master," she managed to sob out.

"Second Mantra."

"I l-love w-when Master pleasures me. Uh, uh, uh (crying). I love when Master hurts me." Overhand swing this time. With her buttcheeks spread, I was able to bring my hand down just about flush on her tight little sphincter. A similar scream rang out, but with the direction of motion of the swing, her only physical reaction was to jerk her arms into a fetal hug. She did manage to stay on her knees, however.

"Your response?" I let her stew in her misery, let her compose herself for a full two minutes before finally hearing "thank you, master" in a quiet voice.

"Back in position, slut," I said softly, but firmly. "Third mantra."

"I deserve all punishment Master gives me. I don't need to know why, but to just understand that Master is right to hurt me. I always thank him for punishing me. I love Master for punishing me." She braced, every single muscle in her body tightened. If I didn't know she was slightly dehydrated and wasn't tuning her meals to the degree I was, I would have expected her to void at least one of her holes.

I watched her hold herself tense for a while before saying, "good slut."

"We're going to change pace. Let you do something other than ride your High Priest." I let her use the facilities while I went and retrieved several long lengths of rope.

I started to bind her, beginning with a link above and below her breasts. I took one of her nipples into my mouth while they were facing me and held it in my teeth, flicking my tongue up and down, up and down over and over on it. I wanted to fuck her, but now wasn't the right time. This was a time for punishment, not pleasure. Not for her. One last suckle and I let her go, her nipple standing at attention. I continued to wrap ropes around her, just tight enough for her to feel them. Ropes criss-crossed over her torso and behind her neck and shoulders. I left her arms and legs completely free, although her wrists still had cuffs on them.

"One last rope," I told her, folding it in half and proceeding to tie two large knots right next to each other. "Bend over and brace yourself against the wall." She did so, and I pulled the rope up into her crotch, adjusting it slightly so that the knots were directly over her asshole and her cunt. The two tails of the rope I pulled up through her slit, one on each side of her perfect little clit. I weaved the rope up into the ones over her torso and pulled them tight. Any movement she made with any part of her body was going to pull and stretch on the rope, rubbing it against the entrance to each of her holes, twisting back and forth across her clit.

I turned her around to face me and my breath caught. She was simply stunning. Her body was still pink from her previous punishments. Her tits were pulled forward with her nipples standing at attention. Even her little clit was poking out at me. The ropes were pulling her hood back and leaving her fully exposed to me. I leaned forward and licked over it. "Oh God," was her breathy response. Her poor clit was sensitive after the long edging, whipping, and her congratulatory slap.

"Sway your hips back and forth." She did so, and immediately her body went from flush from whipping to flush with arousal. I watched her lips shift back and forth over the rope and saw the knot at her cunt start to get slick. As I stood up, I gave her cunt a couple of light pats. I reached behind her and grabbed the top of the crotch rope. I pulled her into me and kissed her deeply while tugging on the rope, not roughly, but insistently, giving her slack then pulling again. She moaned into my mouth and sucked on my tongue. I know she hated and feared me for the pain I caused her, but her body was responding to me being a source of amazing pleasure for her as well.

I broke away from her and spun her back around. "I have a treat for you today, my little slut. I have a bra for you to wear. Wont that feel nice? Some clothes to wear? First, though, here's a little blindfold, I don't want to spoil the surprise." With her blinded, I slid the bra straps up over her arms and positioned the front over her tits. I clasped the back and turned her to look at me. "Tada!" I said and pulled the blindfold off.

While the ropes had her tits held in place, now they pointed forward. The bra wasn't really a bra. There was a roller above and below each tit, just the slightest pressure from each end, a small spring making them want to close together, but not really putting up a fight. "Here's the fun part of our next session. Kneel." I swelled as her face came back to dick height, but resolutely turned her back to the wall. "Look here," I said pointing to a little dot on the wall. "Scooch forward. Good girl. You recently did some bad things that got you in trouble. You are going to kneel and face the wall. This dot is a capacitor. That means It can register when you are touching it. Scooch forward again. Your nose goes against this." Chloe was kneeling fully upright on her knees with her nose touching the wall.