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Mistress Daria Bondage Stories
(Mistress Daria)

The Sybian



Mistress pulled her strapped-on dildo from my still twitching, dripping pussy, pats my ass, kisses me deeply, removes our headsets and walks out of the room. Leaving me just hanging there, weakened, spent, dangling from her ceiling. Our combined juices still running down my legs. 



Later, how much later I'm not quite sure, I hear voices from the living room. Both feminine, I realize that my Watcher, Laura, has arrived. Anxiety, fear, expectation, begin to tingle through me. What are they planning to do to me? What schemes are they plotting? I hear them, but they don't come into the bedroom. The longer I wait, the more intense my anxiety becomes. If they are going to punish me, then why don't they just do it and get it over with?



Finally, after what seems like an eternity, my Mistress comes into the room. "Well, my pet, how are you doing? Have you been thinking of the many ways we can punish you for being so disobedient? Between Laura and myself, I'm sure we will be able to come up with some totally new and undreamed of methods of torturing you!" As she's saying that, she goes to the drawer to where I keep my sleeping mask and proceeds to place it over my face and eyes, leaving me in complete darkness. Then after slowly running her hands down the length of my body and stroking my clit for a moment, She leaves the room once again.



While hanging there, I listen to some comings and goings, things being moved, rearranged, things being carried. I was trying to understand what they were doing by all the sounds they were making. However, for the most part, it was still a mystery to me. The not knowing was increasing my anxiety ten fold! Without realizing it, I softly whimpered and moaned. Then, a sudden sharp stinging blow to my ass made me jump in panic. "Silence girl!" Mistress roars. Fearing what will happen if I don't obey, I bite down on my bottom lip, choking down another moan, before it escapes.



Finally, they have made all the preparations they had wanted. Things begin to quiet down, but only briefly. Then, I feel a pair of hands stroking my body, rubbing, pinching, pulling, teasing. Another pair wraps their arms around me, holding me tightly to them from behind and I recognize Mistress's feel and smell. "I want you to make me proud tonight pet! Don't disappoint me, understand? I'm leaving you in Laura's capable hands."



Realizing what I'm hearing, I gasp, "But Mistress, please don't leave me. If I'm to be punished, I need you here, by my side."



I hear Mistress giggle and say "No my pet, that's not necessary, Laura is extremely qualified to administer your punishment. Laura is after all The Punisher!"



The confusion rocks my brain. What is she saying? I've heard of 'The Punisher', she is a legendary Mistress, known for her unique and extreme methods of punishment. She is sought out, her talents are requested for special circumstances with punishments that require the unusual, the extraordinary, the gifted talents of one such as her.



"But Mistress, I've done nothing THAT outrageous! I don't deserve THAT extreme a punishment! Please Mistress, I beg you to forgive me. Please, punish me yourself. Don't leave me to this stranger." I beg you.



"But my pet, she is no stranger, she has been your Watcher!" She then grabs my left nipple in her teeth and bites down hard, harder, HARDER! I scream in agony, feeling as if my breast is being torn from my body. Then she kisses me and parts the room.



Then, I hear them speaking for a moment, after the front door closes, then... nothing! Now, once again, I am terrified. I start pulling on my bindings, testing, yanking to see if they are weak. But of course they aren't. My Mistress knows how to bind a Sub so there is no hope for me to escape. 



Fear starts to eat away at me, my body goes from freezing cold to scorching hot, dripping sweat, then back again. The pace of my breathing is fast, shallow and erratic. I'm losing my grip on reality, I'm starting to panic! I begin remembering all the horror stories I've heard about 'The Punisher'. 



Oh my God, some of those things I've heard, I know I wouldn't survive. Some of them would make me wish for death.They can't be all true. Can they? Even if only partly true, they're still beyond my comprehension. I realize that I'm whimpering. I take another deep breath, this time to steady myself. Think dammit, think. Calm yourself down, panicking isn't going to help here. Losing control will only make matters worse. You need to have get a grip over your mind. You need to focus so you can block out what is coming. 



Suddenly, something pulls at my hair...I scream, a long fearful wail! Total panic! I fight, I twist, I pull, I kick, I am losing all my grip on reality. Finally, wearing myself down to exhaustion, I just dangle there, limply from my bindings, crying softly. "Please, nooooo. Please, don't hurt me. Please let me be. Pleeeeease..."



"Shhhhh, my little one. Calm, calm yourself. I will not harm you, I could never harm you! Breathe now, come on, breathe for me, take some deep slow breaths. That's it. That's a good girl. Calm yourself for me, ok?" I feel Laura stroking my back, my hair, my arms. Gently holding her. Trying to calm me. The Punisher? My Watcher? Laura? Who is this person? I don't understand!



Finally, needing to know, I ask "Are you going to punish me? Am I to be tortured as I've heard you've done to others before?"