The Football Match

by Slave Aden

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Storycodes: M/f; D/s; bond; bdsm; nipple; electro; toys; spank; cons; X

"The game is due in 20 minutes honey, are you ready?"

Oh my God, I had forgotten about the game today. If there are 2 things my master loves in this world, they are football and using me (this means abusing his slave as he wishes).

I have to get ready. I get the tray hastily and begin to fill it with the necessary items.

Let me check I shouldn’t forget anything: The flogger All the clothespins Butt plug The tens unit Cane Rope Straps Leather belt 5 electric tooth brushes Ball gag

"HONEY? It’s getting late."

"Coming dear, Coming."

I run to the living room with the tray and put it on the coffee table.

"No, no. not there, we are using the coffee table today."

So I put the tray on a side table near the sofa. I go back to the room and strip naked. I have to stand in the middle of the room with my feet open shoulder wide and my hands behind my head. Master comes in and blindfolds me as usual. Then he binds my breasts really tight. He likes them this way like pink balloons with the nipples sticking out. The butt plug pushes its way into my anus and causes me to flinch a bit.

WACK, he spanks me hard.

"We are already short of time bitch!"

I stay still. I am not supposed to talk or move when he prepares me for the game. The click of the clamps makes me jump. It’s very painful when my breasts are bound. He pulls the chain between the clamps to move me. I follow him to the living room. Today he will tie me to the coffee table in front of the sofa. Every time there is a football match he wants his slave near him in bondage, so that he can enjoy both the game and his slave.

He leads me to the table and makes me lie on it on my back. It supports my back from my head to my buttocks. He ties my wrists and ankles to each other under the table, my left wrist to my right ankle and my right wrist to my left ankle. Then he binds a strap cross my belly, another one under my breasts and one on my thighs. I cannot move at all. I have to stay in this position throughout the game.

The TV is on, the game is beginning. He hastily attaches the sticky patches of the tens unit to my labia, inner tights, lower stomach and sides of my bound tits. I hope they won’t be used today. Whenever the rival team is near the goal I get a short jolt and when they score a goal my master keeps me jumping with shock as long as the stupid TV anchor shouts GOOAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!

The game is on. I can’t see and I can’t talk since the master doesn’t like me to interrupt the game. But I hear the comments from the TV. And know what’s coming a few seconds before it comes.

OH my god, not this judge again! He is so strict and gives a lot of cards! Every yellow card earns me a flogger and every red one a cane stroke! Hearing his name gives me the chills.

I get a clothespin on my torso whenever there is a corner or offside.

GOOOOOOOO…………………AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaHAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

GOOOOOOOOOOOaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllll

AGgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It takes me a few minutes to catch my breath. Why should he repeat it 2 or 3 times anytime they score?!

The shock was unexpected since the goal was fast.

Each time my masters’ team scores I get a buzzing toothbrush. First and second goal brushes go in between my labia and clit. If they score more, the third goes directly on my clit. And after that my master decides how to jam them on my pussy.

GOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG OOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

I wish I could get the stupid goalie there!

And the fouls and cards are making me mad. My breasts and stomach are deep red by the whacks of the cane and the flogger. I lost count; don’t know how many times he showed the cards.

My master enjoys the game with me bound in front of him a lot. He has set the rules and every punishment and reward very carefully.

Oh. I got a tooth brush. When he set the rules, I considered this as reward. But the buzzing tooth brush for such a long time IS torture. He inserts it between my left labia and clit. And I moan. I am not allowed to come and I can’t even beg for it with the gag. As the excitement in my pussy builds, I strain within my bonds.

The game is almost over. His team is losing. Whenever they lose he pulls the clamps off my breasts. Gives me 5 strong shocks and pulls the other pins out.

And they lost today.

… … … … … … …

When they win, he jams all the 5 toothbrushes over my pussy around and on my clit and gives me a multiple orgasm.

After the game and the results are over he unties me and leads me to the whipping post.

"Raise your hands over your head so that I can fasten them to the pole."

I comply. Blindfolded, gagged with the butt plug still in my ass.

"There were 3 goals, 4 exchanges, 8 fouls and 6 corners, makes 21 lashes with the cat-o-nine on your back and ass. And you forgot to put it in the tray so you take 8 more for punishment. I give you 30 to round it up dear."

WHACK………………

The end.

There will be next story soon after my next session.

Thank You

Slave Aden

 

26.04.10