I had decided to accept it, very quickly, in fact...I should have been crying for weeks. I still wanted to die; I couldn't give a damn!

Petra gave me a quick heads up, and I got up and silently followed her into the basement. The corridor to the stairs was well-lit, yet everything seemed dark and dreary to me.

I didn't pay attention to where we were going; I was just following Pertra's ass.

Petra put her head on her wrists in a heavy wooden pillory. Normally, that would have turned me on, but today I was drained and empty.

After that was done, Petra put on a very cheerful face and was extremely kind and affectionate. She persuaded me to join in as she pulled the pillory up on chains until I was standing. She moved it again until I was completely stretched out, my heels still on the floor.

She then tortured me with a leather strap, forcing me to writhe profusely. She explained to me that she was only doing this to make me fit better into the pillory...and, of course, because she enjoyed it.

Once that was done, she fetched a second heavy wooden pillory, spread my legs, and put it on. Spreading my legs forced me to stand on my tiptoes, which was very uncomfortable. But Petra assured me that would get used to it over time, very soon, and I would be able to stand comfortably.

Finally, she put an anal hook on me. A really thick one that really spread my asshole open. She pulled it tight on a different ceiling attachment than the one for the pillory...very tight.

With an exuberant smile and with great joy, she explained to me...if I fall asleep, the anal hook will wake me up again. She found it kind of funny, but I certainly didn't.

She then applied the clamps, as promised. She held each one in front of my nose before applying them. They were medical-grade steel clamps with strong ridges, like those used for nipple piercing. She placed six on each tit, in a circle along the bottom edge. Through the pillory, I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could feel it very clearly. She tightened them completely; I heard each clamp click four times. She took her time, but she tightened each clamp completely, which elicited several cries of pain from me.

Then she fetched a small box and placed it on the pillory in front of my face. I knew what they were... needles. When she pulled the first one out, removed the cover, and held it in front of my nose, I was scared. They weren't fine ones, but really thick ones.

They were so the clamps wouldn't slip off overnight, she explained. But Petra was merciful; she inserted them very quickly; it didn't hurt much.

Then she got more clamps. Japanese ones, I was already familiar with those...after an hour, they became unbearable. She put six on each labia, which was really intense.

Finally, the same clamps as on my breasts. Three on each labia. She also secured Petra with needles. This time, however, she pierced her very slowly; it was very painful. She pierced from the outside in, so that the needle tips continued to torment my pussy flaps.

As if that weren't enough, she got more weights. She showed me these, too, before attaching them.

Three clamps on each flap. 4 kg each on the outer ones, 6 kg on the middle ones. My pussy flaps were already quite developed from years of regular sex...this won't make it any better.

Petra also gave me a crossbar so I wouldn't bite my tongue and lips until they bled overnight.

Then she said goodbye with a cheerful laugh, wished me a pleasant night, and closed the door!

Shortly afterwards, the door opened again, her hand appeared...and the light went out.

The clamps drove me crazy overnight. This biting, burning throbbing in my tits with every breath. Soon, my breathing was trembling, as if I were sobbing. This caused the clamps on my pussy to move, which was extremely painful at times. Yes, I was soon sobbing and crying too. My pussy, in particular, was soon burning like fire. As if someone was playing with it with a Bunsen burner. The anal hook ripped viciously against my anus, so I kept pulling myself up after a short while whenever I lost my strength. But eventually, I let it happen. There was no way I could sleep like that. But by relaxing my legs, I managed to control the trembling somewhat. Then, at some point, I was swimming away in a burning sea of ​​agony...! 

 

 At some point, the light came on. Finally! Quick, get me out of here... I wanted to shout, but all I could manage was a blubbering whimper. My lips and tongue trembled so violently that I couldn't utter a word.

Petra stepped closer to me and looked into my eyes.

"Good morning, I woke up and the sun is shining!"

Petra made no attempt to get me out; instead, she pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling violently, and the clamps began to move violently. I screamed like mad. Then I begged and begged... and Petra said, yes, that's exactly what she wants from me.

She then removed the needles from the nipple clamps, one by one, and then slowly and lustfully inserted them further up my chest while I continued to scream.

She then explained to me that she wouldn't like it very much if I killed myself like I had tried to do yesterday. She made me promise that I would never do it again. Of course, I begged her not to. But she wasn't convinced. She then removed one of the clamps... no, she didn't loosen it, she pulled it off slowly!

And after each clamp, after I'd calmed down a bit, they made sure I was serious.

After she was done with my tits, she took off the gag and kissed me long and hard on the mouth. She whispered in my ear... if I try that again... if she has even the slightest suspicion that I'm even thinking about it, then we'll continue playing this game on my pussy.

It's a good thing I'd chosen breakfast, not whore duty. My pussy was burning like hell, and even the slightest touch brought tears to my eyes.

Petra had done the morning exercise properly, and it hadn't lasted too long... just a little gymnastics. But I was barely capable of that either.

... Petra knew this, so she went easy on me. For the rest of the time, she masked my neck, which had become very stiff in the pillory.

Then, like yesterday, I was led to breakfast. But today was different than yesterday. I could only sit and stare at the floor. I had no strength for anything. As the hours went by, it got a little better. Sitting for so long wasn't pleasant, but the peace and quiet did me good. Again, that burning thirst, but hunger left me alone.

The key was left behind again after breakfast. Petra munched the bowl of rice they had placed in front of me. Again, she ate it with her fingers. I was allowed to lick her fingers clean, and I was grateful for that. She also gave me something to drink, something that burned my mouth badly. But everything soon got better. The pain eased, and I regained some energy. In just a few minutes. She explained to me, "I'm not allowed to eat anything, but I am allowed to drink. If I fall asleep now, I won't get it again."

So I stayed awake with all my might.

This time, the master didn't come to get the key until noon. I stayed seated and had to stay through lunch.

Only the master came to dinner, no one else.

He only said one thing to me...

"See how well you can behave when the right buttons are pushed?"

I kept my stupid mouth shut. He'll make himself known when he wants an answer.

After dinner, the key was no longer on the table, and Petra picked me up shortly after.

We went back to my room. She pointed to the bed.

Get some sleep... she said. The rest of your punishment has been forgiven.

Gratefully, I fell asleep...

 

 I didn't sleep long, just over an hour. Pure exhaustion, dreamless. I felt shattered afterward, unwilling to move, unable to. But I forced myself. I desperately needed to wash.

Like a zombie, I staggered into the shower. I was terribly frightened when a voice spoke up behind me.

"What are you doing?"

Petra.

"Wash me."

"Was that what you were told to do?"

OH! MISTRESS Petra!

I really didn't have the nerve for this, so I cried out loudly. "Come on now!!!"

She took it literally. She already had me by the hair, pushed me the last two steps into the shower, pressed me with her body against the wall, and was very close to me. I felt her hot breath on my face as she began to lick my face. At first, I was scared and disgusted, but then I realized that it actually felt pleasant...just strange. I've never had my face licked before.

Suddenly the water came...ICE COLD. I tried to shrink back reflexively, but Petra pinned me to the wall. My breathing was heavy and the world around me seemed to roar. With a tug, she had me by the throat, forcing my gaze into hers. And with a satisfying wet splash, she slapped my battered cunt and reached deep inside in the same movement. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled violently back and forth.

"Please don't hurt me anymore!" I begged.

"Then behave, slave!"

Soe pushed my head against the wall and let go with a jerk. Then I was alone in the shower, but Petra was standing just two meters behind me, watching me.

I turned around, trembling, suddenly ashamed. I wanted to turn on the warm water, but immediately I felt a hard blow to the back of my head.

"Stop that! You weren't instructed to do that!"

My hand stopped abruptly, but it took a few seconds for me to understand.

"May I wash myself, Mistress?"

I asked, shivering and trembling under the ice-cold water.

"No, that's enough! Come out!"

I turned off the water and took a step back from the shower.

She turned me around by the arm and pushed me in front of the mirror.

Then she got the towel and rubbed me gently. If possible, she was a little rougher on my battered tits. But she didn't touch my pussy.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. You're a pathetic figure for a whore! How are you going to make money like that?"

Yes, she was right. I was already covered in numerous bruises from the last few days. And I'll still feel and see the traces of the night's treatment, especially the first thing tomorrow, for weeks.

My mistake, I realized...it's all my own fault! My damned stubbornness! My pride. My ego.

Petra must have realized I understood when I nodded silently.

She gently took me in her arms from behind and rocked me comfortingly.

"You're a little kid again now, Steffi. You're not allowed to run around alone and have to ask for everything.

If you can get this sorted, we'll be happy for now. Yes?"

I confirmed silently. It's actually quite simple...