Thread: I am Machine -WanderxCandy_demon

If Shey had been able to look at her mistress, she would have given the other woman a sharp glare, showing her clear irritation and obvious distaste with some stranger handling her. It wasnt so much that Shey didnt like being played with by others, in fact she loved it.However what she didnt love was but rather knowing that they werent able to deliver the sort of punishment she had come to adore. It was always a gut wrenching disappointment as they would go and trot off the stage, pleased with themselves. Sure, shed play along small whimpers of pain, moans of agony, even the occasional water works, but nothing that painted her true pain. There was only one human that could do that, the only person that could truly give her the pain that melted into sweet pleasure, was her Mistress Willow. There was only one other way that Shey could convey her displeasure, the dark haired woman whimpered and writhed beneath her Mistress boot.This only caused her Mistress face to redden in anger her pet was being so ill behaved! How dare she disrespect her Mistress! She needed new words to tell her pet how displeased she was. Willow said absolutely nothing as her booted foot dug deeper into Sheys face, the stiletto heel digging into her cheek Shey could already feel the skin beneath her Mistress heel, the flesh was already beginning to bruise. After her Mistress lifted her foot a little Shey could hear the sound of steel legs scraping across the wooden floor.The person that her Mistress had selected stood slowly, and moved like watcher across the floor. The sound of scraping metal was followed by the sound of fabric rustling as it moved slowly across the room, up the small set of stairs and onto the stage, where everything grew deathly silent. It was about that same time when Shey felt her Mistress foot leave her face her skin burned and screamed painfully from both the pressure of the boot and the sharp point of the heel. Even despite the ease of the pain, Shey did not move, even scarcely breathed as the stranger came to stand where her mistress stood. What did they have in store? For what seemed like an eternity, heavy, ear ringing silence filled the submissives ears. She knew that this was the hypothetical calm before the storm, but she didnt understand why she was frightened. Fear gripped tightly around her throat, choking out her air, making the air around her so thick, it felt like she was breathing underwaterit was suffocating. The ringing in her ears was eased by the sound of her own heartbeat hammering wildly against her ribs and the sound of her own labored breathing. The fear she felt wasnt the fear of pain, rather the fear of the unknown the same fear that many humans had. She knew there was to be pain, but she could rightly guess how much she would be subjected to. Previous experience dictated that it would be no worse than a few apprehensive smacks to her bottom, some rough hair pulling and maybe even some nipple torture but nothing she couldnt handle. Right? Normally she could gauge the amount of pain her Mistress hand picked successor, would inflict on her small, willowy form. But this wasnt the norm, the stranger that stood beside her was silent, inhumanly so. It was in this silent contemplation that Shey cried out when a hand other than her Mistress collided with her rump, making her skin sing in agony and her body fall onto her side with the force. Under normal circumstances Shey could handle hits from her Mistress without so much as a small whimper. It seemed however, that this stranger had put so much force into the smack that her skin grew feverish and tears had welled up in Sheys tempest blue eyes, quickly soaking into the black blindfold about her eyes and she had fallen onto her belly. As her skin sang with pain, Shey whimpered weakly, slowly bringing herself to her side, palms pressed to the cool wood below her. Whoever this faceless stranger from the crowd was, he or she knew just how to get her twat sticky with the need to fuck like a five dollar whore. Not only was Shey pleased by the treatment, but Willow was as well. Slowly she raised her hands and gave the stranger a small applaud, pleased that someone other than their small group had the same enthusiasm to beat her pet senseless as she did where had this man come from? Shey had offered her Mistress a small smile even despite the red ball gag still lodged firmly between Sheyennes upper and lower jaw to demonstrate how pleasantly surprised she had been. Said smile faded quickly when pain shot through her body like a bullet as a well placed kick was delivered straight into her gut. The force had caused her to gasp for breath, as what she had in her lungs was forced out in a great raspy exhale and her body ached for the escaped oxygen. Her lungs grew tight and her mind grew hazy as even her brain didnt know how to cope with the loss of her oxygen.Slowly, as if her body took over how to function,Shey curled into a small ball, cradling her abused midsection against her forearms , tears now freely streaming from her eyes. Willow, the woman clad entirely in faux leather, beamed pridefully as her pet whimpered and writhed on the ground below her, watching her small body rock back and forth weakly in a feeble effort to sooth the shockwave of pain that Willow was sure still resonated within Shey.The prideful grin faded quickly and a mask of disapproval painted her pretty features. It was about that time, when Willow looked up from her writhing pet and to the stranger, did she reach out and collect is wrist in an iron grip, disgusted as he slowly pulled down the zipped of her trousers. All men were the same she thought bitterly, biting back the urge to throw him off the stage herself. Despite her own views on the matter, Willow push her feelings aside and offered the stranger a guarded smile. So eager! I havent seen someone so eager to feel my pets flesh in all my years, She teased the man, the look on her face painted clear as day that he couldnt fuck her just. Yes, Mistress Willow didnt mind sharing her treasured Shey, but knew that Shey didnt often sleep with men because of her lack of birth control both Willow and Shey agreed that it was safest if the only penetration that she ever got was either anally, with a condom or by Willows favorite strap on. I gave you permission to beat her, make her writhe, even break her down emotionally, but to fuck her- she smiled, releasing his wrist, you would have to have her beg you to stop the beating no one has been able to do such a thing sir, aside from me. Isnt that right bitch? Shey only managed a weak nod, her body still writhing on the floor, You still have a long way to go kid.