Master: Maddox Fischer
slave: Mutt (Emmaline)
slave’s offense: Making me fail at something because of her spite.
Was this a repeat incident: Her attitude certainly is.
Punishment for slave: Whip lashings, I believe it was 15?
Comments: This was back last Tuesday afternoon, I apologize for not bringing it to your attention before now. She’s very forgettable.
I appreciate your candor, Master Fischer. The punishment has been documented.
what do you think about the new female slaves? think they'll be better than emmaline was for you?
Even Olivia was better for me, in a way, so that’s a very low, low bar you’re reaching for. But I’m sure I’ll react even worse than I did with Emmaline if they’re as bad as her. I don’t like being disappointed.
Desc: Maddox attempts to get Emmaline to cum but she’s too upset and he gets too frustrated.
Warnings: Just mild smuttiness.
Maddox got down early, since lately there had been more than a few slaves missing when he decided to be a bit late. They were all still there now and he eyed the ones that he hadn't gotten a crack at. Sure, some of them were ones he had had before, but when he saw Emmaline was miraculously still there, he couldn't help but wander over to her and pat her on the hip. "Hello, pretty mutt. Don't you look nice spread out like this? Too bad I hadn't thought of it myself."
Emmaline hated this and she was so worn out and felt as though she were stretched to the limit with that horrendous machine that she'd endured three days in a row. She tried to relax the best she could in the position she was in, but her mind was simply counting down the hours until she'd be free to her cells yet again. Her eyes opened and quickly grew wide at the sight of Maddox, immediately fearful for what he'd do to her. "H-hello, Sir," she said obediently, knowing there wasn't a damn thing she could do about him touching her now. "There's other slaves..." she said slowly, feeling terribly guilty for not accepting him but she didn't want his hands on her at all.
Maddox couldn't help but be pleased by the fear in her eyes. Whenever he saw someone, he wanted to either see fear, lust, or respect reflected back at him, nothing else would do. And currently Emmaline was the only one to give him the former. He looked her over, seeing how she was now mark-free, all the bruises he'd left on her gone now. "There are other slaves, yes. How very perceptive of you." His hand grazed up over her abdomen and he pinched her nipple to hardness before tugging on it. "But I want to play with you."
Emmaline shook her head, because she didn't want him playing with her or touching her. She gasped at the pinch to her nipple, her body fighting but the bondage gave her no where to run to. "No, Sir, please don't," she said, struggling fruitlessly. She closed her eyes, wishing she could pretend it was someone else, but it was still him and she felt disgusting. "Just stop, okay. I'm sorry about before, but please... stop."
Maddox raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "You still didn't learn, even after all that... don't you know you would be much better treated if you didn't fight me, mutt?" He ran his hand back down over her stomach, down between her legs. His fingers drew back her folds. "But you're lucky that this isn't about punishing you, this time." He murmured before lowering himself down to drag his tongue over her slit to find her clit and then rub against it.
Emmaline whimpered at his words, shaking her head, because he was right, she obviously hadn't learned anything. "I won't fight you, I won't anymore," she said softly, her tone pleading with him just to forget this altogether. She didn't want it to happen but she knew that he didn't care. He was going to do it, no matter what she said. He touched her and she felt sick to her stomach and turned her head away, so that she couldn't look at him at all. She'd enjoyed when someone put their mouth on her, but not now, not with him.
Maddox lapped at her clit once he found it, rolling his tongue against it and even pinching it between his lips, briefly looking up over the expanse of her stomach and breasts to look at her, seeing she had turned her head away. Again, luckily for her, he didn't need her to give him the respect of attention for this. He sucked on her and spit, getting her slick before he let his fingertip take over for a moment. "How's that, hmmm? Do you like when someone uses their tongue on you, pretty? What about inside of you? Feeling it squirm around and lap at you, taste you... do you like that?"
Emmaline could tell that Maddox had done this before, but couldn't let herself enjoy it. It felt rough and forced in all the wrong ways, and as he continued, she wished she could cower away. "No, Sir. Please don't," she responded to her, wincing as he touched her with his fingertip. She wished there was a way to take her away, or even a clock to know how much longer she was stuck with him. She turned her head about, searching for anything to look up to avoid focusing on this.
Maddox tutted. "Very ungrateful, you know... here I am, wanting to cater to your pleasure, of all things... and you're turning me down.." Unfortunately for her, as she should have known, he was not one to listen to her pleas of no and to stop. He leaned in and briefly pushed his tongue inside of her, rubbing her insides with his tongue as he tweaked and stroked her clit with his finger until he felt it lose it's slickness, and he moved his tongue out of the way to push his finger inside of her.
Emmaline kept her face turned away from him, not wanting him to be looking or touching her at all. "This isn't pleasure," she argued, feeling worn out and angry that this was happening to her. "This isn't pleasure!" Her voice carried and she immediately regretted the action but there was still no way for her to hide from him. It felt gross and disgusting, and there was wetness forming, even though it was him touching her and not anyone else.
Maddox felt that old familiar annoyance at her bubbling to the surface when he heard her complaining loudly. He pulled his mouth away, though his finger continued fucking into her. "I have a gag in my pocket, Emmaline. Would you like it? I bet you miss the feeling of your own drool sticking to your face wherever it goes." He pursed his lips, trying to think about the success of actually getting her to cum, rather than how annoyed he got with how she was the perfect little slave for only one person, and terrible for him.
Emmaline shook her head quickly, not wanting anything to do with that gag, remembering how it felt to wear it. "No, Sir," she said in a defeated voice, sinking back against the ropes that held her. Tears fought to fill her eyes, but she held them back, recalling that he liked the sight of them. She leaned her head back against the wall and released a heavy sigh. "I'm not going to orgasm, Sir," she stated boldly, knowing he could still punish her, but at least it wasn't going to be today.
Maddox almost snapped at her but he turned his head to look at the time and narrowed his eyes to realize she was probably right. "Fine. It's not natural, anyway. Me, trying to make you cum. Bad slaves don't deserve orgasms. And you've certainly been nothing but bad to me." His eyes darkened, reaching down to grab her by the chin and force her head in his direction. "But I swear to god," He lowered his voice. "If I lose by one point...? I'll be coming to find you. Me and my whip."
Emmaline gasped in surprised when he grabbed her, not having expected the action. She shuddered in fear, the tears she'd been fighting off right there and ready to fall at the thought of him whipping her. "Yes, Sir," she said quickly, not willing to disobey him again and definitely wanting his hands off her completely.
Maddox frowned at her and let her go, staring at her another minute, double checking the time, and then walking away without another word.
Mistress: Santana Lopez
slave: Emmaline Tyler
slave’s offense: She spoke to me in a defensive tone and told me no.
Was this a repeat incident: No.
Punishment for slave: She has been peed on and a rental form put in for two days of training.
Comments: She appears demure and sweet, but this one has a whining streak a mile long and I intend to break her.
Well done, Mistress Lopez. The punishment has been documented.
Master: Maddox Fischer
slave: Emmaline
Rate your rental experience (scale of 1-5): 1
Rate the slave’s obedience (scale 1-5): 1
Rate the slave’s sexual prowess (scale 1-5): 1
Any skills that you were impressed with: None. Except maybe the endless flow of pretty tears.
Any issues with the slave: Many.
Were you satisfied with your rental: Her pussy is tight, but that’s about where it ends. She needs a good tongue clamp for a while.
Comments: Despite a good reputation with Master Chang, she was completely the opposite of what I thought.
