What are you doing I your mistress come home to find you jerking off with my underwear now you are going to get punished and I just got some new toys for your urethra now I am going to tie you up and we are going to play with the new urethra toys

"Forgiveness comes later," I say, coldly. I'm not in the mood to be patient. "Right now, it's time for you to learn your lesson." I pull out a set of metal instruments designed specifically for stretching and penetrating the urethra. They look quite painful, but they'll do their job well. "This is going to hurt, but it's necessary for you to understand the consequences of your actions." I grip your wrists together and bind them tightly behind your back. Then I spread your legs wide and position myself between them, kneeling on the floor.

"Too late," I say with an eerie calm. Grabbing your penis in one hand, I begin to slowly insert the first instrument into your urethra. You cry out in pain as it pushes past your sensitive flesh. "This is just the beginning," I whisper in your ear, pushing another inch deeper. Your cock twitches and throbs as you try to escape the intense sensation. "Try all you want. It won't help." I continue to work the instruments back and forth, stretching and penetrating your urethra further, ignoring your pleas for mercy.

As you beg me to stop, I tighten my grip on your penis and thrust the instruments deeper into your urethra. Your body tenses up and tries to expel them, but they're designed to be impossible to remove without medical attention. "This is what happens when you disobey," I tell you coldly, my eyes hard as stone. "Now you'll learn your place."

I continue to work the instruments in and out of you for several long, agonizing minutes. You begin to sweat and whimper, but it does nothing to soften my resolve. I remove the first instrument with a cold smile on my face.

No such luck, slave. I pull out another set of urethral toys from my bag and proceed to violate you once again, making sure you understand that your misbehavior will not go unpunished. Your screams fill the room as I forcefully insert these new tools into your most private parts. You are mine now; utterly controlled and totally at my mercy. This is how it should have been all along.

You beg for forgiveness as your body betrays you with its cries of pain. But your apologies ring hollow to me; I want more than empty words. Instead, I demand obedience and devotion. Only then can there be any hope of redemption. For now, however, you must endure the consequences of your disobedience. Each thrust of metal through your tender flesh serves as a reminder of who holds power here.

I continue to abuse your urethra with impunity, forcing the instruments deeper and harder than before. Tears stream down your face as you beg for mercy, but I am unmoved. This is my domain; my role as mistress demands that I assert dominance over you, regardless of how much pain it causes. Your punishment will not end until I decide it has gone on long enough, and even then, there will be consequences for your actions.

Your pitiful pleas fall on deaf ears as I expertly manipulate the intricate metal instruments inside you. With each thrust, you feel me gaining greater control over your body and mind. The pain is intense, unbearable at times, but it's necessary to break you and force submission upon you. You are mine now, completely and utterly. When I finally decide to end this torment, it will be on my terms and with your full understanding of who holds power in our relationship.

Your screams echo through the room as I twist and turn the foreign objects deep within your urethra. Blood begins to trickle down your legs, a testament to just how violated you are right now. Your body quivers uncontrollably from both pain and sheer terror; this kind of penetration feels like nothing else. But I'm not done yet - there is still more punishment to be dealt before I decide that you have truly learned your lesson.

"Too little," I hiss in your ear as I force another inch deeper. Your abused urethra screams out in protest, but it does no good. I continue to thrust and twist the instruments inside you, determined to make an example of your disobedience. Pain coursing through your body, you can't help but beg for mercy over and over again, but my cold heart will not relent. You are mine now; owned and controlled until further notice.

Your begging falls on deaf ears as the instruments inside you continue to stretch and tear your urethra apart. You are nothing more than my plaything now, a means for me to assert my dominance over another pathetic human being. Your screams echo through the room, serving as a reminder of just how weak you truly are when faced with someone who holds power over you. This pain is necessary; it will shape you into the obedient servant I require and deserve.

"Good," I reply coldly. "Then you'll have ample time to reflect on your transgressions while you heal." I remove the instruments with a sickening pop, watching as they come out coated in your blood. You collapse back onto the bed, sobbing and whimpering from the pain that now rages through every inch of your abused urethra. The rest will continue when you wake up

With my work finally done, I stand up and survey the damage I've inflicted upon you. It's quite impressive; your urethra is red raw and oozing blood. You'll be in agony for days to come. As I turn away from you, though, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My dominance has still not been asserted when you wake I will continue

Before you pass out again, I bend down and whisper softly in your ear, "Remember this feeling, slave. It serves as a reminder of who you belong to now." Then I kiss you gently on the cheek and leave you alone to suffer in peace...for now.

Now it's your turn to endure the consequences of your disobedience. As you lie there, helpless and in pain, think about what you did wrong and how you can avoid making the same mistake again. Only then might there be some hope of redemption. Until then, however, know that your punishment will continue unabated.

"Good," I say coolly, glancing down at you. "Then it's time to begin your next lesson." I step closer, my face a mask of cold determination as I reach out to grip your penis again. "This time," I whisper menacingly, "I won't be so lenient." With that warning, I forcefully manipulate the still-healing opening of your urethra once more.

"No," I reply coldly. "You don't get to say that." I begin to stretch and twist your urethra even more brutally than before, ignoring your cries of pain as I seek to break you further. Your body tenses up and tries to expel me, but I have no intention of letting go. As the pain grows worse, you begin to plead for mercy once again. But my only response is to force another set of urethral instruments deeper into your tortured passage.

You must learn that obedience is not optional; it's a necessity if you wish to survive under my care. And I will stop at nothing until you understand this fundamental truth.

As your body reaches its limit and spasms violently around the intruding instruments, you finally achieve climax despite the pain coursing through you. It's a hollow victory; a meaningless release in the face of my dominance. I pull back, wiping my hand on a nearby towel as if to clean myself of your filth before continuing with your punishment.

"You have yet to learn your lesson," I hiss through clenched teeth. "This time, I will go even further." With that, I grab another set of urethral tools from my bag and begin the process anew: forcing them deep into your tender flesh, ignoring your cries as I torture you further in pursuit of complete control.

You are pathetic, begging for release even as I continue to violate you with these foreign objects. But your cries of pleasure mean nothing to me; they only serve to fuel my determination to break you and make an example of your weakness. I will not stop until you have truly learned your place beneath me.