"It's perfect, baby. All that testosterone and suction and edging has really paid off - that's the biggest, juiciest clit I've ever seen. I'm so proud of you."

She could barely breathe from the sensation of Anna's tongue licking the swollen bud, every flick and breath threatening to send her teetering over the forbidden edge. She moaned her gratitude at Master's praise instead, singing her pleasure to him in a high, keening note that seemed to go on forever. Words were not something she needed any more, even if she had been capable of forming them.

"We have to keep it like this forever, baby. We can't let anything ruin all of our hard work. You know that, don't you?"

She whimpered in blissful frustration as Anna's mouth closed around her, swallowing her clit in hot, soft wetness. She wondered if this was what it felt like to have a cock. No wonder Master wanted to put his inside a mouth or a pussy so often - it was heaven. Anna did not suck or lick it, simply letting it stew and throb while it sat in her mouth.

"We'll still edge it and pump it every day to make sure it keeps growing and swelling, but we're going to have to lock it away to keep it safe, baby. It's big enough for a tiny little steel cock cage now, so that's what we're going to do. Isn't that wonderful? You've always complained that female chastity devices weren't particularly effective. Well, here's the solution. And if you're a very good girl, Anna will give it a nice long kiss every night, just like this. You'll have the cage on, so you won't feel quite as much as you do now, but it will still be lovely. And one day, when you're ready, we'll weld it shut so it can never come off again. We can still suction it inside the cage to keep it nice and big and achy. We can make sure it's always trying to spill out over the edges and desperate to come, but we'll never let it. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

She was almost screaming now, shaking from the strain of trying to hold back her orgasm like a good girl as Anna began to suck gently and slowly on her clit. She was not allowed to come. All their efforts would be wasted if she did, and the perfect clit that Master so admired would be gone. She did not deserve to come - that pleasure was for Master and Anna alone. Never her. Her need must always remain unsatisfied. She did not want to come. 

Anna released her clit and held up the tiny cock cage. "May I, Master?" 

Master smiled back, watching as Anna fitted the cage around her distended clit and closed it as tightly as she could.

"There we go. The perfect clit, locked up all safe and sound for me to admire. But poor Anna doesn't have a perfect clit like yours, baby. That's why she gets to come and you don't. That's why I fuck her pussy instead of yours. That's why she's a bit mean to you sometimes - she's jealous, and who could blame her? You understand, don't you baby?"

Her clit twitched harder than it ever had before in her life, the weight of the cage making it bounce as it rose up and dropped back down. 

"Good girl. I knew you'd understand. Now, why don't you come over here and make Anna feel better with that lovely mouth of yours while I fuck her nice and hard? I know you're just dying to give her every orgasm you've almost had today, so she knows how much we love her. There's my beautiful, generous, kind girl. Help me make her come until she can't speak, baby."

"Deal with that, will you?" He passed her a tupperware container full of rubbish from the cupboard where it had been collecting dust - garlic skin, old stock cubes and bits of tinfoil. "You should have sorted it before now."

She emptied it in the bin, the cheek burning on her tongue, begging to be let out. It slipped out before she could stop it.

"Sorry - you can't expect me to do everything, you know." She didn't sound sorry at all, and she knew it. 

He'd already caned her once that morning - mostly for fun, but also because she'd been cheeky - and her ass was still glowing from the strokes he'd given her. He didn't say anything, and for a brief moment she thought he might not have heard her.

"I take it I got away with that one then?"she smirked, delighting in baiting him. 

"Oh no - I heard you." He wrote something on a scrap of paper, dropping it on the floor in front of her. "Do me a favour, though - bend over for me and read what that says."

There was a gleeful wickedness in the undercurrent of his voice, and as soon as she heard it she knew how much trouble she was in. She tried to squat instead of bending at the waist, knowing she would be corrected immediately, but compelled by instinct to try to save herself - no matter how futile it was.

"Properly. Pull your dress up. Good. Now, what does it say?"

She cleared her throat, her mouth suddenly dry as she heard the drawer open. "Umm... it says 'I will obey'."

"Read it again."

She braced herself, taking a deep breath."I will - oww! - obey." The pain was searing on her already raw flesh, but bearable.

"Again."

Another crack landed, white-hot on her skin and very much at the sharp end of what she could take from him. Even as the pain set her nerve endings screaming, her pussy throbbed as she was overcome by the eroticism of her punishment. 

"I will obey!"

He paused, allowing the lesson to sink in along with the sting. "One more time."

"I will obey!"

Her knees buckled as the spoon came down again, trembling from the pain and fighting tears. She did not want to cry, because she knew he would feel bad if she did. It had only been three strokes, but they had been delivered without mercy on an already bruised ass. A fourth would have seen her sobbing and pleading. A fifth would have made her use her safeword.

"You can stand up now."

It took her a minute, but she managed it, her dress still pulled up around her waist. His eyes flickered briefly to the telltale shimmer smeared between her thighs, effecting an almost imperceptible relaxation in the cast of his face. He wanted her chastened, not broken.

"Thank me."

She smiled at him, eyes shining with devotion and gratitude."Thank you, Master. I'm sorry for being cheeky."

He looked incredulous, and mildly amused.

"No, you're not. Brat." 

She blushed and smiled, ducking her head so he did not see. There was no real annoyance in his voice - she knew he liked it when she was cheeky, because it gave him an excuse to punish her and provided her with a way of asking him to discipline her without actually undermining his authority. That was why he'd written 'I will obey' instead of 'I will not be cheeky'. He didn't want to beat the brat out of her. He just wanted to remind her that he was in charge. She would do it again, and they both knew it - but perhaps not for a few days. She could tell from the burning in her ass that she would have bruises that would need to be allowed to heal before he left her with new ones.

"Is it wrong that I have a boner from doing that to you?"

The last thing that she wanted was for him to doubt himself. She loved that he could do this to her now, almost as much as she loved the fact that he enjoyed doing it. It had taken a long time for him to be able to punish her without feeling like he was doing something wrong, let alone admit that he wanted to take her in hand just as much as she wanted to be taken. She shook her head, eager to reassure him.

"Not in the slightest. I love it when you punish me. And I was kind of asking for it."

He smiled, putting the spoon back in the drawer.

"You were, weren't you? Bend over and let me see."

She bent at the waist, spreading her legs slightly so that he could see just how wet she was. She heard a sharp intake of breath, and a long, low whistle.

"Oh, fuck! That's a welter. I'm sorry baby."

She remained on display for him, wanting him to focus on her arousal rather than the pain he'd caused her. "Please don't be sorry - I'd have safeworded if it was too much. I don't want you to feel bad."

She moaned as she felt his hand on her ass, fingers creeping round to tease her dripping pussy, gently brushing her folds.

"I'm not really sorry. You're soaked, dirty girl."

She whimpered when all too quickly his hand was withdrawn, craving his touch, but he wanted her wanting and wanton. She would not be coming today.

"Do you need anything, Master?"

He looked back at her, still bent over, eager to serve. He smiled and clicked his fingers as he walked away.

"Coffee, wench. Today."

She briefly considered leaving it for an hour or so until he came looking for his coffee and explaining that he hadn't specified at what point today he would like it, but the residual burn in her ass soon put paid to that thought. She resolved to be good for a while - at least until she wasn't afraid to sit down any more.

He was just about to head to bed for the night when the doorbell rang.

He was half-tempted to ignore it and go to bed anyway - it was late, and he wasn't expecting anyone - but his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself walking to the front door.

"Hi. I'm sorry, Jack - can I please come in? Please?"

It was raining outside, and the bedraggled girl on his doorstep had clearly been caught in it, her hair dripping wet and tangled from the wind, black streaks of eyeliner streaming down her face, her thin dress soaked to the point of transparency. She hadn't even thought to wear a coat.

She had never looked more beautiful.

"Get inside. Quickly, you're freezing."

He stepped to the side, ushering her through the door and closing it as she crossed the threshold into the hall, steam rising from her sodden clothes as the water began to evaporate in the heat.

"Jack, please -"

He put a finger to her shaking lips, noting her wild eyes as he shushed her. 

"Later. You need a hot shower and some dry clothes. I think you left a few things upstairs. Now, strip."

She hesitated for a moment, but the steely glint in his eyes left no room for argument. She could not imagine disobeying him, not even now, and so she peeled the white cotton dress from her clammy skin and up over her head, leaving her naked before him.

"You didn't wear a bra or panties?"

She flushed, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to cover her body.

"I don't… I can't."

He smiled, pulling her arms to her sides. He wondered what else she might have found herself unable to do in the two weeks since she'd left him. He suspected there were more than a few of his rules that she'd found herself unable to break.

"Good girl. Go. Shower. Towels are up there already."

She scurried off up to the bathroom, and he took a moment to appreciate the creamy swell of her ass as it bounced its way up his stairs. 

While she was in the bathroom, he laid out something for her to wear on the bed and made his way downstairs to make a pot of coffee. He heard her leave the bathroom and go into the bedroom - their bedroom - and close the door. The next ten minutes felt like an eternity to him, wondering what was taking her so long.

Finally, he heard her come down the stairs. Sensing her presence in the doorway of the kitchen, he made himself wait for a long minute before turning around to look at her. He was half afraid that the whole thing had been a product of his imagination, a delusion born from the pain of his loss, and that when he turned around he would find himself alone again.

He stifled a gasp when he saw her, naked on her knees in the doorway, her outstretched hands cupping the bejeweled collar.

"Master, will you please put this on for me? I'll never take it off again, I swear."

He smiled, walking over to take the collar from her. He tipped her chin up with a finger to look at him.

"If I put this back on, it won't be like it was before. You might not like it."

He was gratified to see tears welling in her eyes. There would be more before the night was over.

"Please, Master! I need you. I'm so sorry for leaving. I'll never do it again - it was the worst mistake I've ever made."

He placed the collar around her neck, lifting her damp curls up to fasten it at the back. 

"Oh, I know. I've made a few adjustments to this, just in case. You won't be taking it off again."

He turned the key in the locking mechanism he had fitted to the clasp, twisting it as tightly as he could. Her hands went to her throat as she realised that the collar now gripped her neck much more tightly than it had before, leaving barely enough room for her to wiggle her baby finger underneath it, but it was too late. He snapped the key off in the lock, laughing when she jumped at the sound. 

"I'll sand that down for you tomorrow so it's flush with the rim. We wouldn't want it to scratch you."

He knelt down in front of her on the floor, savouring her panic at the realisation that her collar was now permanently locked around her neck. It could never be removed again, not by her or anyone else.

"I made a few other modifications too. Like this."

She squealed and curled into a ball as he pressed a button on his watch and the shock surged through her, the pain knocking the breath from her lungs and leaving her gasping for air.

"If you disobey me, you will feel that again. If you leave this house without me, or go more than 500 feet away from me outside of this house, you will feel that again. If you make any attempt to tamper with your collar, you will feel that again. Do you understand?"

She nodded, the tears beaded thickly on her dark lashes dislodged by the movement of her head.

"Yes, Master."

He smiled, pulling himself to his feet.

"Good girl. It has lots of other little tricks too, but we'll get to those later. Although right now, it's telling me that you are very, very aroused. Why would that be?"

She blushed, squirming under his probing gaze.

"Well, there's all this, but - I haven't… I can't come. No matter how hard I've tried, I can't. I can get close - so close - but coming is impossible. Please, Master - will you let me come?"

He laughed, kicking her legs apart to expose her dripping pussy.

"Oh, no, slut. You lost any chance of ever coming again when you walked out that door. I'll never give you permission again. And we both know that I put far too many little triggers and tricks in your head for you to ever be able to manage it without my permission. That's your punishment. Along with a daily dose of a very potent aphrodisiac every day for the rest of your life and more edging than you could ever possibly imagine. I don't know if you'll even be capable of speech in ten years time, but I can't wait to watch your little mind melt."

He pushed her backwards with his foot, leaving her lying sprawled out on the cold tiles, her bent legs screaming almost as loudly as her pussy. His boxers landed on her face as he discarded them, kneeling between her quivering thighs to tease her with the head of his hard cock and laughing at her when she moaned like a whore.

"Legs out straight. I don't want you getting clicky hips. That's better. Spread them as wide as you can. Now, I'm going to fuck you hard, slut. You're going to be closer than you've ever been before for every second that my cock is inside your needy little fuckhole. Your clit is going to throb so hard you'll swear it's going to burst if it doesn't come, but it won't. It can't. Your pussy is going to clamp down on me over and over again to try to get over the edge that way, but all it's going to do is make it feel even better for me. It'll feel like your cunt is milking my cock, and every little clench is just going to get you closer. You'll probably have started screaming and crying by then, but that's just going to turn me on even more. You're going to beg me to give you permission like you've never begged before, and I'm going to enjoy telling you no every time - more than you could ever imagine. And I'm going to come so fucking hard in your pussy, while you beg and plead and shake with desperation for an orgasm that I'm never going to let you have. I'm going to empty my balls in this broken little cunt that doesn't know how to come any more, and you're going to lie here with it dripping out of you while you contemplate what the rest of your life is going to be like. Because we're going to do this every day, slut. Every single day for the rest of your life."

As he sank into her with a groan, she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him deeper into her, her eyes alight with suffering and lust.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you for ruining your slut forever," she hissed, crying out as her pussy, already on the edge, tried to come around him. "Thank you for being so cruel to me. Thank you for taking my orgasms away. Thank you for giving me what I deserve."

She could have used her safeword and she knew it, but she didn't want to. She wanted him to punish her harshly, because it was the only way she would ever be able to begin to forgive herself for storming off and hurting him, but aside from that she had been fantasising about permanent denial for a long time. 

 Eventually he would forgive her. Then it would be up to her to convince him to change his mind about never allowing her to come again - a task that would be made significantly more difficult by one of the insidious little hypnotic triggers he'd planted in her head. 

As soon as he said 'I forgive you', she would become incapable of asking for permission to come unless she used her safeword. If her brain formulated a phrase like 'Please let me come', what would come out of her mouth would be 'Please never let me come again' or 'I don't deserve to come' or 'Please keep your desperate slut denied forever'. She would be aware of it, but powerless to control her own words. The harder she tried to beg, the more sincere her pleas for perpetual frustration and denial would become.

He couldn't wait to see her face when she realised.

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