Melissa

Bonus Chapter:

Day 23 of Melissa's captivity

Foot Meat in Hell

Foot Meat was quite the sight. A red ball gag and blindfold kept her muffled and sightless throughout the punishment to come. The unfortunate bitch's arms were tied spread eagle at the top ends of the bed. At the end of the bed, her feet were tied together at the ankle. Wires encircled her big toes and attached to a pair of nipple clamps adoring her tits. Her titmeat stretched towards her feet, keeping both her nipples and namesake nice and taut. Bells attached to her clamps, which made a jingling noise when the wires were pulled on.

I stood at the end of the bed, stroking a cane across her already badly-marked feet. Adorned with cigarette burns, scars, and other evidence of harsh treatment, they were a sight to behold. Each marking told a wonderful story (and one that could be rewatched in HD due to the video equipment set up across the dungeon).

Foot Meat had been told that if she managed to withstand the next hour's caning without pulling her clamps off with her squirming feet, she would be allowed to sleep in the bed for the next 5 days. If she didn't, however, she would receive 100 canings extra per night before bed, right to her precious nipples. 

I believed in my little sex doll and was sure she would make me proud. Though, I did love the idea of adding some much deserved stripes to the skinny cunt's disobedient tits.

"Ready, foot-cunt?" 

"Yeth Mather" my terrified former-wife mumbled nervously through her gag.

"Why do you deserve this?"

"Becuth I'm a Foot Thlave Thir!"

"Very true. Now count through the gag you worthless bitch!"

Her feet looked irresistable, presented nice and flat for me, looking like two delectable targets. It's like they wanted to be tortured. I was happy to oblige and drew back my arm, slamming the wooden cane onto her waiting soles. 

"AHHHHH! .....One Thir!"

The bound cunt reacted exactly how I wanted. Her feet began flailing, tugging on her nipples, creating a brilliant display of pain. The bells I had attached to the clamps began jingling to make wonderful music. She quickly stilled herself once she felt her nipples tug, but was back to doing the same involuntary dance when the second stroke hit. I could nearly cum in my jeans at the very sight of it.

90 strokes later, Foot Meat was sobbing profusely and my cock was stiff as a rock. I zipped my fly down and removed my engorged penis. I began rubbing it over a tortured foot, pre-cum leaking onto the delicate, inflamed flesh. With my other hand I delicately caressed the other appendage, rolling my fingers around her toes and gently tugging on the wire, inspiring some more pathetic sobs from the gagged bitch. 

"Stop your whining Foot Meat, we're just getting started."

With that, I let the next cane stroke fly, watching with amused delight as my slave did her torturous foot dance for me once again.

"Ninety One, Thir!"

For the next hour or so, the dungeon was filled with the sweet music of canes swishing through the air, flesh on wood, bells jingling, and gag-muffled wails of pain. Several canes were broken across her dainty feet. My little slave’s tear ducts ran dry as the torture continued unceasingly. All along my cock stood at attention, a single squeeze would’ve sent it over the edge as the unbelievably sexy display of misery unfolded in front of me. 

After counting the 303rd stroke, she finally dislodged one of the clamps.

“Noooooo! Pleath!!!”

“Stupid cunt!” 

I slammed the cane with full force across her soles, causing it to break in half. As she erupted in a sob, my cock similarly erupted. Without needing to be stroked, I felt an orgasm approaching. Quickly I removed it from my jeans and sprayed a load all over her cane-marked feet, tugging hard on the remaining wire as I did - causing it too to rip harshly off her nipple.

Spent and satisfied, I ungagged my crying sex doll. I gave her a delicate kiss which she obediently returned,  between sobs of course.

As I rolled a nipple in one hand, I broke the kiss, giving her a harsh slap across the face as a final act of cruelty. I then took both nipples in my hands and twisted with all my might. Her back arched and she let out a shrill scream.

“Hope that was warm-up enough for you sweetheart. Those disobedient nipples will be taking quite a battering over the next few days.” 

I walked out of the dungeon, whistling my favorite tune as I thought about which cane I wanted to use on her worthless nips tonight. Perhaps the sturdy thick black one? I had yet to get that one to break during a torture session. Maybe tonight would be the night.