if he was, I doubted he’d be pleased to hear from me. I’d call him sometime after breakfast. Or lunch.
I rolled away from the alarm clock and waited until I heard her go back to her room before I allowed sleep to overtake me.
She waited for me in the playroom shortly after breakfast. She sat on her knees, hands folded in her lap, head down. Exactly the way I had instructed her to wait for me in the playroom. The sight of her, in position and wearing only my collar, caused my cock to jump to life.
“Perfection,” I said. “I expected nothing less.” I felt pride radiate from her body. “Stand up, Abigail,” I said. “Let me see what belongs to me.”
Her eyes were downcast, but I could feel her anticipation and excitement. The room nearly buzzed with it.
I stood behind her and ran a hand down her side, noting the increased rate of her breathing. I bent slightly to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to push you a bit today.” She shivered under me. I continued. “Remember, I can push because I trust you to use your safe words if you need.” I cupped a breast. “I’m going to allow you to vocalize and climax as needed. I still require your complete honesty when I ask how you’re doing.”
I walked to the cabinets and took out two nipple clamps connected with a chain. Her eyes followed me as I returned to stand in front of her. “I’m also leaving your eyes uncovered. I want you to see what I’m doing.”
I bent my head down and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I ran my tongue around its tip, making her moan in the process. I took her deeper and reached out my hand to stroke her other nipple. When she started shivering under my touch, I switched places and paid the same amount of attention to her other breast.
Finally, I straightened up and took her left breast in my hands. I fondled her—rolling and pinching, watching as her skin broke out in gooseflesh. This next part would hurt a bit; I needed to make sure she was ready.
“Take a deep breath, my lovely,” I said, pinching her nipple with one hand as I opened the clamp with the other. Once she inhaled, I gently slipped the clamp onto her.
She let out her breath in a short gasp.
I slipped my hand down her body and stroked between her legs. “Very good.”
I repeated the procedure with her other nipple—going slowly, gauging her reaction. I watched her carefully. She closed her eyes briefly and shivered, but she was fine.
“Are you okay?” I asked when I had finished.
She smiled. “Yes, Master.”
I returned her smile with one of my own. “Look down, Abigail,” I said. “Look and see just what a naughty girl you are.”
My eyes followed hers, and I took in the sight of her perky nipples—decorated with my clamps, the chain hanging slightly.
“We’re going to play a little game,” I said. “I want you to undress me.” She was still looking at her breasts. “Look at me.” When she looked up, I continued. “The catch is, each time you touch my cock, I earn the right to pull that chain.” I took a step back. “Start now.”
I closed my eyes and waited for her to start. I wore only pants. It would be difficult, but not impossible, for her to undress me without touching my cock. The clamps were new to her. If she hated them, feared them, or was in too much pain, I knew my cock would go untouched during the next few minutes.
By the time my pants were on the floor, I’d counted four touches of her hand. The last was a brazen upward stroke of my cock as she moved to her feet.
I hid my smile.
“How many pulls do I get?” I asked.
“Four, Master.”
“Mmmmmm. Four.” I took the chain and gave a slow tug. She let out a guttural moan that shot straight to my cock.
“You owe me three more,” I said. “I’ll collect later.”
I walked back to my cabinets and took out a silken rope. Once I returned behind her, I took both her arms and pulled them to her back. Taking my time and tying the rope with the utmost care, I gently but securely bound her arms.
“I like you in this position,” I said, moving to stand in front of her again. “Your breasts pushed out in silent offering to me.” I slid a finger under the chain, caught her eyes, and gave a slow, upward tug on the chain.
Her eyes fluttered. “Oh, God.”
“Like that, do you?”
She let out another moan. “Yes, Master.”
I lifted the corner of my mouth in a smile, pleased she had taken to the clamps so well.
“Spread your legs.” I slipped a hand between them; she was slick and ready.
Almost.
I needed her more heightened. More sensitive.
I knelt between her legs and placed a kiss on her clit, then leaned back and blew gently. I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit from bottom to top, still focusing my attention on her clit. I placed soft kisses on her inner thighs and trailed a line to end between them, where I nibbled on her clit more. Sucked it into my mouth. I reached up, grabbed the chain, and pulled. She yelped, and I worked her clit even harder, bringing the pleasure and pain closer together in her mind. I grazed her with my teeth and gave the chain another hard tug. She jerked against me.
I dropped the chain then and slid two fingers into her, reaching to the place—
She gasped and climaxed around me.
I heard her heavy breaths as I stood and noted the faint flush coloring her skin. Her breasts looked fine, but she’d had the clamps on long enough for the first time.
“Deep breath, my lovely,” I said, taking a clamp in one hand and gently cupping her breasts with the other. Her warm breath floated across my shoulders and chest. “Another one,” I said. “Exhale slowly.”
This time when she exhaled, I released the clamp as slowly as possible. She gave a sharp intake of breath as the blood returned.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Her voice was tight. “Yes, Master.”
“Very good.”
I reached between her legs again and stroked her still sensitive flesh. She jerked her hips toward me.
“Another deep breath,” I said when I felt her relax. “Exhale slowly.” Again, I removed the clamp, dropping them both to the floor. I slipped a finger into her, lightly brushing her clit with my thumb, hoping to alleviate some of the pain. Her hair tickled my cheek as I murmured how pleased I was with her. How proud. She sighed.
“Spread your legs wide,” I said, backing away.
I left her there for a few minutes, knowing she felt the warm air between her legs. Knowing her every nerve stood on end. She looked beautiful.
I took the warming lubricant from the top of the table and returned to stand behind her. I reached around and swept my fingertips lightly across her delicate nipples. She groaned in reply, backing her hips toward me.
I merely chuckled. Within minutes I’d spread the lube onto my cock and fingers.
“You told me recently that having my cock in your ass made you feel completely consumed,” I said.
She jumped when I applied the lube to her backside.
“Ready to be consumed again, Abigail?”
