Training to be a Pain Slut

I was sitting on the couch with my master, his hand furiously rubbing my hard little clit, bringing me as close to orgasm as he could without letting me cum. He would bring me to the peak and stop, taking his hand away before I could cum and after I'd cooled off a bit, he'd shove his finger back up my cunt to get it wet again before he went back to rubbing it.

I was on the verge of begging him to let me cum when he grabbed my wrists and bound them together quickly, attaching the rope to the ceiling hook above us so that my hands were unable to stop him. He took each of my ankles and tied them to the arm rests of the couch, my legs forced into a spread eagle. I expected him to fuck me right then and there but instead he picked something up from the side table and said," We're going to do something a little different today."

He knelt down in front of me and used one of his fingers to push the skin covering my clit back and gentley flicked it with his tongue. I moaned loudly and did my best to move my hips up closer to his mouth. He chuckled and I saw his other hand come up, a safety pin held between his fingers. I froze and he smirked evilly.

"I told you I was going to mark you and make you mine, guess you didn't believe me," he said, his hot breath making my cunt drip even more than it already was.

"Oh no, please don't hurt my clit. My nipples are still sore from yesterday," I pleaded, panicking as he moved his hand closer to my hard nub.

"Shut up, slut. I told you that you are mine, and I'm going to make sure you know that. You say one word, you'll be punished. Understand?"

I pursed my lips and nodded... (to be continued)