{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"1948f79c-f1da-4e0a-9241-0be118e09de9","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-02-27T12:35:24.394Z","title":"That Little Nub","slug":"that-little-nub","shortId":"qmmwosk2","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A brief vignette from the point of view of a lesbian slave.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"ae31bcdc-dc81-4a41-936d-a844c2b051a3","title":null,"summary":"A\nbrief vignette from the point of view of a lesbian slave.\n\n\nThat Little Nub\n\n\nThat\nlittle nub is a","wordCount":1318,"readTime":7,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

A\nbrief vignette from the point of view of a lesbian slave.

That Little Nub

That\nlittle nub is always getting me into trouble. It leads me astray,\nrather than my being a dutiful pleasure slave to Mistress Desire.\nSeven times have I been unfaithful to my Mistress, going off to have\nsex with other women, simply because I could not resist my desires. I\nhave a need to bury my tongue in the luscious labial folds of others.\n\n

I\nhave spent so many pleasurable hours on my back, with my Mistress on\nmy face, as I have happily tongued her for hours without end. I have\nhappily sealed my lips around the urethra of my mistress, so that I\ncan taste the nectar of her golden rain. I would happy drink there\nforever, me on my knees, drinking down piss forever.

But,\noccasionally, it is not Mistress Desire’s pee which I drink, but\nthat of other women, who have no claim on my soul or body. My little\nnub takes me astray.

Seven\ntimes have I been unfaithful to Mistress Desire, and six times have I\nbeen punished. Each time has been terrible. Each punishment I truly\ndeserved.

The\nfirst punishment I begged for, although I had no idea what the\npunishment might be. Mistress Desire, in her anger at my\nunfaithfulness, had threatened to banish me forever, to become the\nslut of others, no longer to taste my Mistress Desire’s sweet\nspend. But I could not live without my mistress. Not to be her slave\nwould be worse than death itself. So I had begged.

“Please,\nMistress Desire.” I had sobbed. “Please do not send me away.\nPlease punish this worthless slut. Do whatever you want to me, but do\nnot send me away.”

Mistress\nDesire punished me. She attached me to her horrible, sadistic shock\nmachine, attached cruel, bulbous probes, and a suction device on my\ntreacherous clit. And then she shocked for longer than she ever had\nbefore, and on a level of power which had not yet touched my body. I\nscreamed in a paroxysm of agony, and it pleased my Mistress to see me\nso punished; and it pleased me that my Mistress was pleased, no\nmatter how much it had hurt at the time.

For\na long time after that I was faithful to Mistress, for those shocks\nhad been terrible, and I feared feeling them again.

But\nmemory is a funny thing, and I forgot how terrible that punishment\nhad been; and, once again, my clit led me astray, to enjoy the nectar\nof another woman. It was an act of treason which I admitted to my\nMistress.

“Please,\nMistress Desire.” I had sobbed, yet again. “Please do not send me\naway. Please punish this worthless slut. Do whatever you want to me,\nbut do not send me away.”

“It\nseems that you have forgotten your lesson.” she had said, with a\nlook of contemptuous cruelty on her beautiful face. “It must be\nrepeated. But, perhaps, if I make it longer, you will remember that\nyou are the pleasure slave of me, and me alone.”

The\nelectrics were brought out again. Once again I was shocked on a level\nthat was pure torture, and brought not even the hint of pleasure to\nmy body. Volt after volt flowed through me, between my vulval walls\nand my clitoris, that part which had led me astray. I screamed out my\nagony in our play room, knowing that no voice would penetrate beyond\nits sound-proofed walls. My body was turned rigid time and time\nagain. For twice as long as before did Mistress Desire shock me. It\nwas terrible. It was deserved.

Time\nand time I screamed out my safeword; and time and time again it was\nignored. Finally my wonderful Mistress Desire showed mercy, and the\nshocks ceased. I told her, through my tears, that I would never\nbetray her again. And, at the time, I believed her, even though part\nof me knew that my clitoris, so desiring of being played with by\nothers, would lead me astray again.

“Slave,\ndo not betray me again, for your own sake.” Mistress Desire had\nsaid, at the time. “The shock machine does no permanent damage to\nyou, and there are higher levels of agony to still explore. And there\nis no limit to the time I can make you convulse.”

I\nnodded, and thought that I would behave. But, four times more, my\nclitoris, desperate for the touch of others, would betray the\nMistress I love more than anyone else who has ever been born.

Three\ntimes more I suffered terrible agonies from that electric shock\nmachine, of a kind that I believe is so beloved of dictators and\njuntas around the world. Each time the level of power was increased,\nas I explored agonies which I had believed impossible, levels of pain\nwhich I had not conceived. Each time that I was justly punished the\ntime was increased.

On\nthe last punishment, the sixth, my Mistress devoted an entire day to\nthis recalcitrant slut. On and off for that whole day I was shocked.\nI begged for a release which I knew would not come. I begged to eat\nmy Mistress’s shit; and that was granted, but not until the\npunishment was complete. Such were my infernal agonies that I begged\nMistress to kill me. Mere words can never do justice to such pain.

Afterwards,\nwhen my private hell had ended, there was not a mark to be seen on my\nbody. But my mind… I did not think that I would ever be the same,\nafter those electric agonies of the damned. I would have to rest up\nfor days before I could resume my duties as Mistress Desire’s\nwilling pleasure slave.

When\nthe punishment had ended my merciful Mistress had stroked my\nsweat-drenched face and body.

“It\nappears that the electrics are not working.” she had said. “Should\nyou betray me again I think that I will have to look at something…\nmore permanent.”

I\nhad betrayed her again. Mistress did not get out the shock machine.\nInstead I was ordered into her car. I did not say anything. But I\nfeared for the future of my clit. But, perhaps, without it, I could\nbe the sort of pleasure slave I desired to be.

Mistress\ndrove me to the house of a woman I had never seen before. The woman\nhad a shock of spiky magenta hair, and was covered with tattoos. I\nfound her very desirable. I would have loved to eat her out for\nhours, as she toyed with my little nub.

I\nwas led into a parlour which had a gynaecological table.

“You\ncan do the operation?” Mistress Desire asked. \n

“Yes.\nIt won’t be a problem.” the tattooed woman said.

“Slut,\nget undressed and in the chair.” Mistress Desire said. Shivering\nwith fear I disrobed. I climbed into the gynaecological chair.

“I\ndon’t want her to feel any pain.” my Mistress said.

“I\nwill give her a general anaesthetic. I don’t want her moving around\nwhile I’m cutting her, or it might spoil things.”

A\nhypodermic needle entered a vein. The nepenthe of artificial sleep\ndescended.

When\nI woke up I was still in the gynaecological chair. I didn’t feel\nany pain. I looked down at my crotch, expecting to see a blank space\nwhere my clit had been. Instead I saw some sort of metal pouch\ncovering the area. It had a tiny keyhole in it.

My\nMistress stood beside me. \n

“You\nclitoral hood has gone.” she told me. “It has been replaced with\na clitoral chastity belt, sewed into your flesh with a metal thread\nwhich cannot be cut, and will never break. Your clit is now covered,\nand I have the only key. The shell can be removed, to leave a ring of\nmetal only a few millimetres high. Your clit, even at full erection,\nwill never contact the shell. It cannot be touched by you or by\nanybody else. Only I can, in the future, ever touch your disobedient\nclit. Only I can bring pain or pleasure to it. From now on I control\nyour orgasms, for the rest of your life. What do you think of it?”

“It\nis beautiful, mistress.” I said. I could hardly wait to get home to\nbring my wonderful Mistress to the ultimate pleasure she truly\ndeserved.

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