The Girl In The Lift – Part 6 (A BDSM Slave)

Thank you, guys, for your appreciation and feedback. It really means a lot. This is the part of the story where Simi and I explored our BDSM slave fantasy. If you haven’t read the first parts, I would recommend to please read them to get the context and characters of the story.

I started preparing for the BDSM session. I had the bondage tools with me but required more items like ropes, wax, and other stuff. I purchased and kept my bag ready for the day. I messaged Simi that I am ready. I also gave her the links of some BDSM session videos to have a fair idea and be ready for it.

We both were waiting for the right time, and luck favored us. Got the message from her that her husband was going to Delhi to take interviews for campus placements. He would be leaving on Friday afternoon and would be back only on Saturday night.  So we have one whole day and night even.

I couldn’t have asked more as BDSM sessions are exciting when they are longer in duration. I messaged her on Thursday, the rules of BDSM that she needs to follow.

1. She needs to address me as the master always the moment I enter her house.
2. She would be my slave for the entire duration and would need to follow my instructions.
3. She would remove all the unwanted hairs from private parts, hands, and legs either by waxing or shaving.
4. She would need to take permission with me before performing any task.
5. She would need to thank you after everything, be it a punishment or completion of a task.

I asked her if she has any hard limits and her safe words. Simi messaged me that she agrees to all the above rules, and below are her hard limits.
1. No Scat
2. No blood and permanent marks
3. No visible red marks on exposed body parts like legs and hands
4. No hard slapping
Her safeword would be code ‘RED.’

I was very impressed by the efforts she had put in to understand all this. We all were set for Friday now. I reached her place around 5 PM and asked her to close all doors and windows so that voice doesn’t go out. I again asked if she was ready, and she nodded her head with a yes.

I checked with her whether she is clear with the rules and anything that she wanted to add to her limits?

Simi replied – No, master, and I am fine. It’s just that since this is my first time, and I don’t want it to be too brutal.

I said, I understand and will take care. Also told if she is gagged and cannot say her safe word, she can shake her head 3 times negatively. I reached close to her and asked to strip her top, shorts, and bra. She said yes, master, and started stripping. She first removed her top and then her shorts.

She was looking gorgeous in her red bra and panty. She then stripped her bra, and her juicy boobs were on display. I took out the collar and tied around her neck, and attached the leash to it. I then attached the other part of the leash to one of the hooks on the wall. I ordered my slave to do the foot worship.

She got on her knees and then on all fours and started licking my foot from her tongue. She started sucking the thumb and then used her tongue all over the feet. She was done and was back on her knees now. She had made her first mistake by not saying thank you to her master for allowing her to do foot worship.

I told her about her mistake and said the punishment for it will follow soon. Also ordered her to be on all fours if the leash is in my hands. I took her to the mirror in her bedroom, and she crawled behind me. I ordered her to bring her best lipstick. She pulled out a red lipstick from her closet.

I ordered her to write ‘Slave’ in the capital on her boobs, starting from her left boob till the right one by looking in the mirror. It was an erotic scene, your slave standing in front of a mirror half-naked with a dog collar and writing slave on her boobs.

I gave her instructions to not look at her body and boobs and write by looking in the mirror. If she does look, she would be spanked. She started writing it and had just written ‘S’ on her left boob. But was not confident and tried to look down on her boobs.

I spotted it, and there came a hard spank from the cane on her naked butts. She realized her mistake. She again started writing the other letters and wrote in the best possible way. But as guessed, they were incorrect. I asked her to look at her boobs now and tell me if they are correct.

She looked and put her head down, knowing what will be coming up was the punishment. I took the lipstick from her and removed the slave word written on her boobs with a cloth. I then asked her to look into the mirror while I wrote ‘Slave’ on her boobs.

I told her to go in the hall crawling on all fours, strip her panty, stuff it in her mouth and then remain on her knees. I will be there after some time. I moved into the hall with the cane in hand and took out the ropes, handcuffs, leg cuffs, and two dice.

I told her that she had made two mistakes. One, she didn’t say thank you, and second, wrote slave incorrectly. For the mistakes, she would be punished by spanking her ass for it. I put the cuffs on her hands and legs and asked her to raise the hands up. I put a rope on the cuffs and tied her hands to the ceiling fan.

She was standing naked with her hands stretched and tied up to the ceiling. Her mouth gagged with her panty and slave written on her boobs. I told her since she had made two mistakes, she would roll the dice twice. Whatever the number comes up would be the count of spanks that she would receive on her ass.

Her eyes had a little fear after seeing the cane. I removed her panty from her mouth and asked her to hold the dices with her lips. I asked her to open her lips and throw the dice on the floor. She did, and the numbers that turned were 2 and 4. She had a relief seeing the numbers.

I again stuffed the dices in her mouth, and this time it was 5 and 5. That was unfortunate for her and fortunate for me. This all summed to 16, and I started spanking her ass and asked her to count each one. There came the first one, and she said one, then the second and the third, and she was counting.

I tried to start with mild and gently increased the pace and tried to cover her whole ass. She started feeling pain after 4-5 strokes, which was evident by the delay in saying the count. After I finished all 16 spankings, I stuffed her panty again in her mouth and kept her in the same position.

Her ass was red, and she wanted to touch it, but as she was tied up, she couldn’t. I gave her one liter of water to drink and asked her to drink completely. As she was tied up, I helped her to drink. I took a tissue paper and put over her pussy and then put a tape. I told my slave that she should not piss without my consent.

She now understood why I have asked her to drink a liter of water and put the paper. It will get wet with even a single drop of piss. It was quite an erotic scene. Simi’s hands were tied up, she was gagged with her own panty, she was not allowed to pee, and her legs were tied up.

I pulled out nipple clams, blindfold, and clothespin. I put the blindfold first on her eyes. Took the nipple clamps and placed them on both her nipples. She moaned with pain and pleasure. Placed 5 of the clothespin on each boob, two on sides, two on the bottom side of the boob, and one on the upside of the boob.

She started to feel some pain and numbness and wanted to touch her boobs, but her hands were tied, so she couldn’t. I pulled out pussy clamps and some weights and put them on her pussy along with the paper that was already present there.

Attached a few weights on pussy clamps though light in weight as it was her first time. Attached some weights to her nipple clamps as well. I wanted to enjoy her desperation. So I pulled out whisky from my bag and took a glass from her kitchen.

I made a peg for me and started watching TV to pass the time. An hour passed out, and the weights started showing their effect. She started to feel the pain in her pussy, nipples, and hands tied up. She was now getting desperate from this bondage but couldn’t scream as was gagged with her own panty.

Also, her bladder was full now, and she was feeling the urge to pee. Looking at her situation, I knew that she could pee in some time. I wanted to increase her desperation. I repeated my words that if the paper gets wet with even a single drop of her piss. She will face severe punishment.

This further increased her desperation. I was drinking and watching TV and finished almost three pegs. I wanted to hear some of her screams and moaning of her. I removed her panty from her mouth, and she gasped for air. She asked for my permission to piss, which I denied.

She again pleaded for a pee. I replied that now her punishment is doubled as once she was denied, she again asked for it. Seeing her punishment getting doubled, she just responded with, sorry, master. I took the flogger and told her that she would be whipped 20 times on her boobs.

As she committed the mistake twice, I won’t remove the clothespins and nipple clamps before hitting. Hearing this, she was already frightened as she could have to bear the pain of hitting on her boobs. But with these clamps and pins, it would be very painful.

But she didn’t say anything thinking some more punishment will be added. Her face, though, was speaking everything. I started her to count each stroke. There came the first hit on her left boob, and she screamed a little due to pain and counted one. Then came the second, third, and so on.

The clothespin was getting removed from the boobs, and blood started to flow on that numb area creating more pain with the hits. Hitting them directly on the boobs had made her whole boobs red. By the end of 20 strokes, only a couple of clothespin remained along with nipple clamps.

The hits on her boobs gave her pain, but she hadn’t used her safe word until now, which meant that she enjoyed it. Since it was a very long time in that position, I opened the rope which tied her hands to the ceiling. She was able to move her hands down and felt relaxed.

I removed the pussy clamps and also removed the blindfold from her eyes. Then took her to a bench and asked her to lay down, facing upwards. I checked the paper on her pussy. It had a few drops of her piss, which she would have done while she was hit on her boobs.

I showed the paper to her and told her to be ready for another punishment. She didn’t say anything. But her eyes were pleading to allow her to pee. I knew it would be uncontrollable for her now. I asked her to get up and crawl on all fours and took her to the washroom.

While she was walking, the weights on the nipples were swinging and hurting. She was still crawling fast as she needed to pee. She reached the washroom. I asked her to put a small tub on the floor and stand in it. I asked her to piss in a standing position with her legs almost touching each other.

She understood my plans. But she didn’t have any option as she was not able to control. She started peeing and feeling relaxed, and her legs were getting drenched with her pee now. All of it was getting stored in the tub. She peed for almost a minute and was feeling relaxed now.

She came out of the tub and took the hand shower in her hand to clean. But I stopped her and told her that she would need to remain like this only. Whenever she needed to pee, she will do it in a standing position and in this tub only. She replied with yes, master.

After coming to the hall, I asked her to stand. Then I removed clothespins and nipple clamps from her boobs. As the blood ran into it, she felt some pain. I also freed her hands from the cuffs, and now she was only in her leg cuffs.

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