We stood there for several minutes while she refused to even enter the tub. Tears ran over her cheeks as she said repeatedly that she couldn't do what I had requested. She begged and pleaded for me to allow her to do anything different. I walked into my bedroom and got out the crop and a few other toys and brought them back. Her love of the crop had become something a little more than irresistible to her. With her arms outstretched over her head I applied clothespins. One at time they went on slowly. I outlined her body with them starting from just the inside of hers arms above the elbow and down her sides. I circled her nipples with them and her eyes grew glassier as each one pinched and gave her that little compression of pain she enjoys so much.

I helped her lift her legs one at a time till she was standing inside the tub, her legs spread wide as more pins lined her inner thighs and then 3 on each of her pussy lips. I tied two shoe strings to pull the pins back against her legs and spread her pussy open so I could tease her hard throbbing clit. She was so wet and she trembled and shook from the adrenalin coursing through her body. I again stood back when I knew she was right on the edge of both cumming and flight and ordered her to pee. All this time and effort and she still had not used her safe word. But she still cried that she didn't think she could do it.

I knew from the length of time the pins had been in place that as soon as I would begin to take them off the closer she would come to flight and lose control for me as I had wanted. So I reached up and began to slowly remove the pins. I teased her after removing each one, all the way through of doing what I was doing I made her drink water to fill her bladder and force her to pee. She squirmed and moaned as she felt the blood rushing back to each of the tiny little surfaces of skin that had been pinched. She was rapidly approaching that second wave of fight or flight, her frustration and anger burned in her eyes as she struggled to comply with what I wanted but the last remnants of what she had been taught as a child that was proper behavior held her back.

I picked up the crop and left the pins on her legs and pussy in place as I flicked the end of the crop across all the previous marks left behind from the pins that had been removed. She moaned and cried even louder, I continued to order her to pee. Finally her head sagged and hung as her body heaved with sobs. I laid the crop aside and placed an arm around her and my other hand reach down and I fingered her, playing hard against her g-spot and talked to her softly, encouraging her to let go. Within seconds she was cumming uncontrollably and I felt the warm flow running over my wrist. I pulled back slowly and watched as her water flowed down into the tub. Her head hung as if she was ashamed, she cried and sobbed. I removed the rest of the pins once she was done. I untied her arms and rubbed them as I turned on the shower and let the warm water and my arms soothe and calm her.

She gathered her composure and I felt her body stiffen against me and she pushed herself away from me and turned, she was quiet as her tears fell silently over her cheeks. She washed herself and shampooed her hair, finally she turned back to me in the midst of the flow from the showerhead, and narrowed her eyes, I could see she was ashamed and humiliated and it made her angry. It was the first time my little dove ever cussed me and went too far.

With her body wet and glistening in the warm water I quickly spun her around and forced her to bend over and I began to spank her hard with my bare hand. Within a few swats the sounds of her sobs changed to those of contrite sorrow. She was beginning to apologize and when her knees began to buckle I pulled her close and allowed her sobs to subside. I explained to her that she was ok, and what she did for me was good, that I was proud of her for doing what I knew was incredibly hard for her. She shook and trembled against me and sobbed with the words she spook. She couldn't understand why or how I could still want her after what I had made her do in front of me. I smiled as I explained that it only made me want her more. I felt like I owned her but to my own regret now, I didn't tell her that when I had the chance. She was my whole world but I was too selfish in my own self-protection to even admit that much.

We had several other occasions when this activity played out between us, both as humiliation and as a sensual act. I knew she never cared much for it and that she only did it for me and my pleasure, but I do remember the reaction she always had when she would let go of that struggle and allow the flight to when out over the fight instinct and she would soar with her deep submissive beauty that made me love her even more. If only I had told her that, maybe we would still be together today. I have my memories of her which I have chosen to share with the readers of these little tales, and those memories are my dearest treasures in this life.

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