As we neared the door Sir Brendan squeezed Kitten's arm. "You are in control of the scene, Kitten. You are the Mistress here. Do not let his begging deter you. Put the plug in first, it takes longer for the ginger to react there. That will give you plenty of time to slide the wedge in."
I could see Kitten gulp before nodding and asking one more time, "Are you sure this will cause no permanent damage?"
Sir Brendan smiled, "Only to his ego, Kitten. Spread the head of his cock and slide it in slowly and let the ginger do the rest of the work for you."
He opened the door for Kitten and the we followed along. I didn't have a clue what was going on and looked to see if Master did. He was wearing his poker face and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. We moved over to sit back down.
Cunt was groaning as Kitten moved over to the highboy and placed the glass down. When she moved behind him, and removed the butt plug, a smile crossed his face. "Have you missed me, Cunt? Did you think about me while I was gone?"
"No ma'am," his replied.
"I'm crushed." She slapped his ass playfully. "And here I was thinking about you the whole time." Another louder slap followed and he jerked forward. "Sir Brendan even helped me make you a present."
She moved over, picked up the glass and returned to stand behind Cunt. I couldn't take my eyes from his face. There was a look of confusion on his face, which quickly changed to near panic as Kitten slid her ginger plug into his ass.
"You do know what is in there don't you cunt?"
He had arched forward as she moved away, as if he could escape what was there. She slapped his ass again and his eyes locked on Sir Brendan. I twisted my head quickly to catch Sir Brendan give a slight nod.
"Yes," was barely heard before another resounding slap struck his ass.
Kitten moved around and rubbed the tip of her finger over the head of his cock. "You do know what I am going to do next, don't you Cunt. I'm going to stick ginger up your urethra."
"No, please, Kitten, no."
He was trying to pull back from her hand but the strap around his hard dick would not let him. Turning, she handed the cup to Sir Brendan, then held up the little piece of ginger in front of Cunt's face. "Smell it, Cunt. Don't you just love the smell of freshly peeled ginger? Always makes me think of Chinese food. Can never get enough of it."
He shook his head, whispering, "No, no, no," over and over.
Kitten grabbed his shaft and pulled one side of the head with her thumb while rubbing the ginger over it. Then she pushed it into the tip. Cunt's head fell back and the no's got louder.
I could still see a small bit of the ginger sticking out of the top of his cock when Kitten stepped back and slapped his shaft. His eyes were tearing up and he was shaking hard.
"Oh, gawd! Take it out, Kitten. Take it out, it's burning."
"No, Cunt, not yet," she said as she moved to sit down next to Sir Brendan.
If I thought Cunt had wiggled before, I was wrong. His ass was moving and his cock was jumping up and down. The sound of rattling chains filled the air. I saw him fight to control his body, but it was a losing battle.
Sir Brendan spoke in a whisper to Kitten, "When I'm ready to end the scene, I grab my favorite crop, and apply a stream of steady whacks to his nuts. That last bit of pain will make him shoot his wad for sure."
Cunt was extremely animated, begging Mistress Kitten to take out the plug and ginger twig, to stop the burning as she rose to collect the crop. Standing to the left of him she applied it several times to his balls. He was dancing in his restraints pulling hard to avoid the sensations running through him. All of a sudden his head fell back and his groans and whimpers turned into a loud long moan. The ginger twig shot out as he came. Kitten continued to apply the crop to his balls till he was spent.
"Tsk, tsk, Cunt, what a mess you have made," Kitten replied as a look of embarrassment crossed Cunt's face. "You came with out permission, now you will have to clean it up. Sir Brendan, will you help me undo Cunt's wrists please."
Sir Brendan had stood when Cunt started to cum, then moved over to release Cunt from the cuffs.
"Kneel, Cunt," Kitten ordered, as she grabbed his collar. His feet and cock were still in their restraints. She pushed his head down toward the floor. "It's your mess, now clean it up. Every drop of it, start licking it up, now."
Cunt lowered his head to do as he was told, and Kitten applied the crop to his up turned ass. Sir Brendan came over and whispered something in Master's ear at which point he stood and we left the room.