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For Cyndi Mirror Image ----------------------- As she drove the 3 hours to the hotel where she was to meet Him for the first time, her thoughts raced to each and every phone call, e-mail or text conversation they had ever had. Remembering how easy it was for her to give in to him, to submit to him. How natural it seemed to respond to every request he asked of her. They had spent nearly a year conversing back and forth as she became more and more enthralled with him. As she drove there was not one moment of hesitation, fear or regret in her mind, just an overwhelming sense of anticipation. They had discussed this meeting for weeks – everything had to be perfect. She had checked off each requirement on His list like it was her wedding day. She had grown her hair out over the last year to an appropriate ‘pulling’ length, which was now almost mid-back. They had shopped online for a dress, tight, slinky, black and red, mid-thigh length. He directed her to a corsetteer who made a new, form-fitting, under bust, tie-up corset for her. She purchased a new, lacy, push up bra that he had to approve, as well as new thigh high leather boots. He had asked that she be freshly waxed – not one, stray hair on her pussy – and that her asshole be bleached so it was pretty and primed for his use. She was directed to pack only her new dress and corset, thigh highs, her boots and a few of the previously discussed sex toys that she had been using to prime herself for him. She had taken care of every request with joy. Now just a few minutes away, she grabbed her phone and texted Him as He requested. The response was only, “Room 950.” He was in room 950. He was probably there, waiting for her. Her heart skipped a beat. For one, split second she thought she must be crazy. Meeting his Man she had never met. That feeling lasted only that split second, as she pulled into the parking lot of the large, upscale hotel. Grabbing her single suitcase, she proceeded into the hotel and directly to the elevator, pressing “9” her heart began to beat faster and faster. The ride up to the 9th floor seemed to take an eternity. Following the signs to the room she noticed how incredibly quite this hotel was, it almost seemed deserted. Standing outside of the room, she noticed that it was open, the inside slide lock holding the door ajar. “Sir, are you in there,” she called, squeakily from the door. “S.C., should I come in,” she asked when no answer came. SC was his agreed upon ‘casual’ name. Sir was the preference, or Master, but SC was the casual alternative. It was significant, as it stood for something very special. With no answer, she pushed open the door a little at a time, until she was standing just inside the door. She noticed a dim light coming from the inner portion of what she now realized was a large suite. There was a large bathroom with whirlpool tub. A sitting area with chairs, a couch and a few tables. This opened up to a large bedroom. “Sir, are you here,” she called once more, walking slowly into the main room. She looked around and took it all in. It was a beautiful hotel suite. She turned to go into the bedroom. It was magnificent. A large bed was in the center of the room, and on it, a box and a note, which she read – HIS handwriting: “Hello, Little One. I have left you a gift. I would like you to open this and do as instructed. I will return soon. X ~ S.C.” She sat down on the bed and began to open the box, and as she did so, she saw movement next to her and jumped. It was simply her reflection. She hadn’t noticed previously that the entire bedroom seemed to be covered in mirrors. She took a look around, everywhere she turned she saw herself in a mirror. She looked up, above the old-fashioned 4-poster bed and saw yes, mirrors there too. She was a bit amazed, as this was a very upscale hotel, and this sort of over sexual tone seemed out of place. Back to the task at hand she opened the box. Inside was a dark, almost black/red lipstick and another note. This one read: “Please go to the bathroom, slip out of your traveling clothes and put on the dress we have picked out. Wear NO panties; wear the black bra put on the thigh highs and boots. Do your make-up as previously discussed, wearing this lipstick.” A little confused, she went to the bathroom and noticed another box and note on top of it, it said, ‘Read Me.’ She decided to get dressed first, and once completed she opened the next box. In it was a small, black butt plug, a small bottle of lube and a note: “Use a dab of lube and place this butt plug into your lovely ass. Then, take the elevator to the bar in the lobby. Go to the bar, order a drink and wait. Do NOT let the plug fall out and do NOT walk with indignity.” She was extremely aroused at this suggestion. Holding a butt plug in place and walking was quite a feat, but she was confident she could do it. She lifted up her skirt, used a very small amount of lube and pushed it up into her. She instantly felt extremely aroused. She checked herself in the mirror and left for the bar. Arriving downstairs she noticed the bar was very busy, full of people. She walked to the bar, trying not to look around for Him. She ordered a red wine and sat at the bar. She sipped it slowly, but finished it quicker than she would have liked. She wanted to order another, but the note said ‘a drink’ and she knew that the devil was in the details so she sat there, patient and eager. Men came up to her, asking to buy her drinks, and each time her heart raced, thinking it was Him. She graciously declined, and continued to wait for Him. Almost an hour passes and finally she feels a hand on the small of her back. Without looking around she knows it is Him. He kisses her neck, and nibbles her ear as he sits down next to her. She is afraid to look up, but he takes her chin and forces her eyes to meet his. “You need to look at me Little One, you know better,” he purred in that sexy, soft voice. She looked up and met his eyes, she felt instantly secure and comfortable. Smiling, he said, “Oh Little One, you have pleased me very much, you look delightful. I assume everything is as it should be?” Assuming he was referencing the plug, she responded, ‘Absolutely, Sir.’ He ordered himself a Crown Royal Manhattan on the rocks and her glass of wine. They sat quietly speaking about nothing in particular. She had almost settled in to a sense of comfortableness when his hand landed on her thigh. Then moved up to her INNER thigh. He bent to her and said, ‘Little One, spread your legs for me.’ Her mind raced. She was excited to be able to spread her legs for him in real life, but she was in a very, very crowded bar with many people around her. She wasn't wearing panties and the skirt was short enough that it would show everything if she spread her legs. “Little One, you need to do this now,” he repeated his command, a little more sternly. She spread her legs, a little, then a little more. His hand went immediately to her pussy, feeling the smoothness there. He rubbed his index finger over her lips and tapped her clit – she squeaked a bit. She noticed that the businessmen sitting at the table across from the bar were staring – intently – at them. S.C. continued to finger her gently, as she became very wet. He dipped a finger in and a moan came from her throat. She looked down, almost shyly. The couple next to them at the bar looked over, and at this point she didn’t care. She was instantly in her subspace and the only thing that mattered to her at all was pleasing him. She found herself spreading her legs even more, while looking right at Him. He was sipping his drink and playing with her in the most nonchalant manner. She realized that people were really starting to stare and whisper. She was sure that a better part of the bar was now firmly aware that she was getting fingered. He continued his slow assault on her pussy and she felt herself getting so very, very wet. She was starting to contract her pussy around his fingers – as he now had 2 inserted into her wetness. The butt plug was adding to the sensations. She knew, if he continued on, she was going to cum. He turned her a little more toward the bar, and started to work her clit a little harder; she was starting to shake and was very aroused. As if sensing this, He leaned in and whispered, “Little One, I know you need to cum. I give you permission to cum now, and I fully expect that you do. Be as quiet as possible.” He knew darn well that she never came quietly. He WANTED to hear her, and he wanted others to hear her too. He started to work his fingers in and out of her pussy while pinching her clit between his fingers. All the while sipping on his drink. The bartender came up and asked if they needed more drinks and he just waved him away, never stopping his attentions on her. She sat there, legs spread. Skirt up to her crotch, being shamelessly fingered and began to shake, just a bit, and then the orgasm hit. She came in a hot rush, squeezing her legs together over his hand, squeaking and emitting a long, ‘Ooohhhhh…..followed by a quiet fffuuuck’ and when she had come down, he removed his fingers, and brought them to her lips, smearing her lipstick just a bit with them. He grabbed her hand, urged her off the barstool and walked her out of the bar, everyone staring right at them. She didn’t care – not one bit. Once in the elevator, he took her by surprise, wrapping his hand around her neck and pushing her against the wall of the elevator. He kissed her neck, roughly and brought his hands back up between her legs, thrusting his fingers almost roughly into her. He continued to fuck her until another orgasm ripped through her, his hands sticky with her sweet cum; he again brought them to her mouth and stuffed her fingers into her mouth. As the door opened she was in a state of sweet shock, and she literally floated back to the room. Once in the room he took her to the main sitting area and directed her to sit on the couch. He sat down next to her, brushed the hair from her face, and kissed her, passionately. It was their first real kiss and it was fantastic. Her entire body warmed with just the touch of his lips, and this kiss was more intimate than the finger fucking she had just received. “Little One, you have pleased me immensely. However, I did sense a moment of hesitation when I asked you to spread your legs. You understand that when I ask of you that you are to do what I say? If you do not, you will be punished.” “Yes, Sir, I am sorry, it is just a bit surreal,” she responded. “I understand. Why don’t we order in some room service and just sit and talk for a bit,” he remarked. She sat there, legs crossed, holding his hand and feeling comfortable. A knock on the door and room service was provided. Some more wine, light food and some water. They sat, ate and just interacted. He would touch her intimately on the cheek, neck, arms. He brushed her tits, ran His fingers over her thighs. Just teased her with touches. “So, Little One, what would you like to do now?” What she wanted, more than anything, was to see his cock. He had the most magnificent cock. It was big and thick and had the most splendid curve to it. She had fantasized about that cock for nearly a year. She had imagined it on the entrance to her mouth, sitting at her lips, teasing her tongue. She had imagined it sliding down her throat, gagging her, making the most delicious sounds. She had imagined it slapping her face, cheek, clit. She had imagined it sinking into her for the first time, spreading her wide and stretching her tender pussy in a delicious mix of fullness and yielding softness. Oh yes, that is what she wanted, she wanted to feel his cock on her and in her. “Sir, can I go to the bathroom before answering that,” she asked, a plan already in her mind. He sent her off and she went to the bathroom, prepared to answer his question not with words, but with action. She removed her dress and the bra. She stood there, naked in front of the mirror. Her large, firm breasts were flushed. Her practically iridescent skin was flawless except her tattoos and naval piercing. She took the corset from her suitcase and put it on. She was taking a risk by dressing without his permission, but she thought it would be all right. As this corset was underbust, her breasts sat outside of it, as if being presented on tiny shelves of leather. She pulled the strings to the corset as tight as she possibly could, and instantly her waist was cinched in. This corset really did fit her like a glove, and the silhouette was stunning. Taking a deep breath, she excited the bathroom and walked back to where SC was seated. He looked up at her with definite pleasure in his eyes, and she sunk to her knees between his legs. She looked directly at him and spread his knees apart. Her hands wandered around his legs, first calves, then knees, then thighs, then inner thighs. She noticed his cock stirring in his pants, but she continued to look at him. She moved toward the belt and undid it swiftly, then unzipped his trousers, snaking her hand in just a bit. Feeling the beginnings of his hard on and the way his cock jumped as she touched Him made her instantly wet. She grabbed the waist of his trousers and pulled up and He lifted his ass to let her remove His trousers and boxers. She deftly did so, never leaving his gaze. His cock was already standing at attention and she loved that she would be able to bring it more to life. She took it gently in her hand and began to squeeze the base, just a bit. Then she ran her fingertips lightly over it, until she reached the head. With each stroke He got harder and harder. She rose up on her knees and hovered over His cock – her heart beating as she was about to take her first taste of His cock. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over his cockhead…..he tasted so good. She started to run her tongue around the base of his shaft – up and down – and finally taking his balls one, then the other, into her mouth. She looked at him as she did this….and his eyes were rolling back in His head. The lovely curve of his cock was very evident, and it made it fun to lick the underside, as his cock literally jumped as she tongued him. She was about to take His cock into her mouth, when He pushed her away. What? Was she not doing a good job? Confused, she sat back on her heels. He went into the bedroom and she hurt a zipper being unzipped. He returned with a pair of black, fur lined handcuffs and a brown box. He sat back down on the couch and opened the box, it was a cigar box. They had discussed how aroused cigar smoke made her – so her heart jumped just a bit. He clipped the end of the cigar and lit it. Taking that first puff, He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, blowing it down onto her. She shivered to her core. Her pussy was instantly wet and flowing. “Little One, turn around and put your hands behind your back,” He asked. Doing as told, she allowed him to cuff her hands behind her back. Then she turned herself back around to face him. The tightness of her arms behind her made her tits stand out even more. Even though she was very big breasted, they were definitely full and not droopy. “Now, let’ see what you can do,” He smiled. She started at his cock head again, licking around the head, sticking her tongue right under His glans. He leaned back, puffed on his cigar and blew the smoke down around her as she teased His cock with her tongue; the effect created almost a cloud around his cock. She was getting very hot smelling the smoke and sucking his cock, she began to work it feverishly and aggressively down her throat. He began to moan…and moan…and she continued to bob her head until she felt it – His hand on her hair, forcing her down, gagging her with His cock. He bucked His hips up and forced His cock into her mouth…the sound was amazing and the spit oooozed down her cheek and chin and dripped onto her breasts. Finally, in one loud, ‘Mmmmmmmmmmm…..ffffuuuuuuuuccck’ He came, down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed the sweet cum, making sure not to drop a bit of the love juice. “That was fantastic Little One,” she said, praising her. He put his cigar in the astray and took her by the arm, helping her to her feet. He walked her to the bedroom, hands still tied behind her back. He pushed her, gently, onto the bed and said, ‘put your ass up!’ – and up her ass went. Face down on the bed, hands behind her back, she hear more rustling behind her. Then, she heard the telltale buzzing of Hitachi Vibrator. Her heart jumped. “Spread those knees,” He commanded. She did as told and turned her head to one side. It was then that she saw her reflection in one of the many mirrors in the room. There she was, face down, tits hanging, legs spread and He was behind her on the bed. He placed the Hitachi on her pussy…running it around her mound. The feeling was amazingly intense. “Do NOT cum Little One,” he said, “you must wait until I tell you that you can!” With that, he placed the wand right on her clit….buzzing away the feeling was intense. The plug STILL in her ass was contracting…..He began to work the plug in and out of her beautiful, full ass while teasing her clit with the wand. She started to shake…the pleasure was too great. She started to move her ass and hips, trying to avoid the wand. He had her training herself not to cum too quickly with direct stimulation, but the reflection in the mirror was too much to take. Watching him working that plug into her ass while teasing her pussy with the wand was achingly erotic. She knew, without a doubt, that she was going to cum. Just then, he removed the plug and placed His thumb into her asshole, almost picking her up with the pressure he used and then He placed the wand directly on her clit, putting the speed on HIGH. He bent down, ‘cum for me Little One, and don’t be shy about it.’ Cum she did….. “Ohh…..oh….fuck….I’m….fucking…..cummming……..Sir….pleasedon’t….stop….fucccckkkkk... keep….making……me ……fucking……cum……….AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Her body shook, her hands forced against the restraints, her hips wide, her knees spread, fucking against the wand she had orgasm after orgasm until the wand was removed….. She folded down in a heap on the bed…..feeling wired and totally in subspace. “Now THAT was an orgasm, Little One,” he purred as he removed her restraints and lay down next to her on the bed. “You know, we have only just begun,” He reminded her. She knew she was about to have the most magnificent experience of her life, and couldn’t wait to continue to please Him. He didn’t want her to get too relaxed there on the bed, as it always excited Him to know that she was in a constant state of arousal. The phone calls, texts, pictures, suggestions worked like a magic button with her. One little phrase: “Cum for me Little One” – usually rendered the most magnificent orgasm wherever she may have been. Stores, school, family functions – if He said cum, she came. He stroked her hair and her face. He turned her over onto her back and kissed her. This was the first time that they had met, so He felt it necessary to go backwards to a more formal progression by kissing her passionately. He kissed her nose, her eyes, her forehead and her cheeks. He began to kiss her lips gently, then slightly harder, then with more passion and, yes, aggression. She melted into him and almost forgot where she was. Her entire body tingled. Her nipples became erect, her face flushed, her pussy began to drip with excitement. Her body was arching, her hands started to move instinctively to his cock. That feeling didn’t last, as she was snapped out of it by a painful tweak of her nipple and His hands around her throat. She had gotten too comfortable, and she had forgotten that now, she was HIS. He needed to remind her. He grabbed her hair around His hand and said, ‘sit up, Little one.’ She sat on the edge of the bed as told. He got up and went to the closet, removing a large box wrapped in beautiful paper. He handed it to her, asking her to open it. Inside the box was the most beautiful leather corset with a very light pink ribbon that laced up the front and traditional cross<b> ties </font></b>in the back. There were also matching thigh high boots. The shiny, black leather was a stark contrast with the flatness of the pink ribbon – it was almost an expression of her inner self – the emotional contrasts of slave and Master. “When you went to my corseteer, I had him make this for you, Little One,” He said, with obvious sincerity. “Please take the box and let’s get you into this.” She was extremely excited. She loved corsets, and the idea that He had chosen this just for her, well, it was intoxicating. She followed Him to the bathroom, where He undid the other corset, dropping it to the floor. He stood there – staring at her – intently, staring at her. He took his hand and raised her chin so she was looking in the mirror at their reflection. “Little One, you will hold your head up. Submitting to me is a privilege, one you need to show with deference,” He said to her, with loving, yet stern tone. She continued to watch in the mirror. He began to run his fingers over her body. All over her body. Neck, face, arms, legs, stomach, breasts. He did it slowly and He watched her response in the mirror. When she twitched, He smiled. He took the corset and instructed her to raise her arms, He then encircled her with the corset and had her hold it still while he pulled the laces – HARD. He cinched her so tightly that she almost felt like she couldn’t breathe. She took a deep breath and he pulled HARDER. Her breasts were barely contained under the soft leather, and her areolas were almost showing. He turned her around and sat her upon the counter, and pulled the boots out of the box. They were the sexiest boots she had ever seen. He placed them on and laced up the sides. When he got to her thighs, his hands took a detour to her naked pussy. Just the slight brush of his fingertip made her shiver and that made Him very happy. Then, He stood back and looked at her. He didn’t comment, but he made a shallow ‘growl’ which made her heart jump. He took her hand and led her out to the bedroom again. “Stand, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind your back,” He instructed. He grabbed the cuffs off the bed and swiftly cuffed her hands behind her back. Then, he circled around her and slapped her ass – HARD. He moved around the front and tapped her breasts. Back around the rear he slapped her ass again – harder. Finally, he circled around the front and ran his hand between her legs. “Good, your pussy is wet,” He said, “it had better stay that way!” Then He smacked her firmly on her pussy with an open palm and she jumped up, just a bit. “Don’t jump! Stay still,” He instructed. He again circled around her and smacked her ass, harder. The sting was immediate. Then He circled back around and smacked her pussy again. She didn’t jump. He stood to the side of her and continued to spank her ass, harder and harder until she emitted a small “squeak” then He moved on to the pussy again. First, gentle taps, then harder smacks. She could see His reflection in the mirrors, which just added to the entire experience in a very intense manner. “Spread your legs further, Little One!” She did as told and now His whole hand could come up between her legs. He would tap in rapid succession, making sure to hit her clit just right, and soon she felt the build-up of the orgasm. Her pussy was hot with anticipation, and the combination of the erotic feeling of her clit being teased with the slightly painful feeling of the smacking was quickly putting her into frenzy. She knew she was going to cum and so did He. Each smack got a little harder, and now He began to grope her pussy with every, other motion. She felt her pussy beginning to get hot with the soft sting of His punishments. Each time He rubbed her tender clit and followed it up with a smack it was if a lightning bolt was grounded on her pussy. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, and she also knew that she had to hold out as long as possible, as not to disappoint Him. Her feet were spread pretty far apart now, and holding herself still was starting to make her thighs ache – a delicious ache. He moved himself around and stood in front of her, looking down at her. She was still much shorter than He, even in the heels. He took His time slapping her pussy hard, right on her clit, while looking right into her eyes. It was incredibly intense. “Cum, now, Little One,” He said. She did. Instantly the rush of the release hit her and she felt her legs buckling. She fought the urge to fall to the ground. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she heard the buzzing before she felt it. The Hitachi wand was once again on her clit, making this tremendous orgasm never ending. He literally pushed the wand onto her clit and she felt as if she were going to melt. The orgasms hit one after another – creating an intensely uncomfortable but HIGHLY pleasurable sensation. He had been having her bring herself to continuous orgasms with her own Hitachi, and now she knew why. After countless orgasms, He removed the wand. He took her hand and walked her closer to the wall mirror so she could see her dripping and bright red pussy. “That, Little One, is a beautiful thing,” He said, as He gently caressed her tender pussy lips. Taking her hand, He walked her to the bed. He undid the handcuffs, releasing her hands, and instructed her to lie down on her back. He moved around her pulling something out of the mattresses. She looked in the mirror on the ceiling, above the bed, and could tell that they were restraints that had been hidden under the mattress. He took each hand, each ankle, and securely tied her hands and feet spread apart. He then took a blindfold from the nightstand and affixed it over her eyes. He brushed her cheek and kissed her mouth. Then, he whispered in her ear, “you are going to beg to be released from those restraints, by the time I am done with you.” She had to admit, it did cause her a moment of pause thinking about what He had said. The fear – or apprehension rather – was part of the thrill. She lay there, on the bed, thinking about what was coming next. She never heard Him approach her, but before she knew it she felt His fingers on her pussy – then, pushed inside. She was very wet, very wet indeed, so the sound was truly luscious! He was fingering her with 2 – or maybe 3 – fingers and He was doing it with great intent. She knew what He wanted and she hoped she could give it to Him. He continued His upward and forceful fingering of her tender pussy and soon she felt that build-up that indicated she was going to squirt. She felt the heat rising within her and her entire body was on fire. She needed to release, and she knew He knew it, as she was writhing and battling against her restraints. She was worried she would cum before He gave her permission, but she also knew once the launch sequence was activated, there was no stopping her. The fact that she was spread so wide – making her clit taught and tender – was building her up all the faster. All the previous orgasms had primed her pussy like a well-tuned engine. He changed the angle, just a bit, and instantly the fluid started jetting from her pussy, as she came in a loud, hot rush. It was unintentional and nothing she could do would stop it. “Ffffuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…….fffffuuuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” was all she could say as orgasm after orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. She felt the wetness all over her stomach and her thighs. She knew the bed was going to be soaked with her juices. He was undeterred, He continued His fingering of her until she began to whimper, slightly, trying not to fight it off, but finding it impossible to continue at this pace. She wondered if this is what He meant by she would be begging to be let free? Just then, He stopped. Removed his fingers from her pussy and brought them to her mouth. The taste and smell was magnificent. She felt hot breath on her pussy, and felt His tongue, for the first time, on her hot mound. He lapped hungrily at her clit, making little ‘mmmmmm’ sounds as He did. He was gentle in his touches, almost like his intent was simply to taste her, not necessarily to arouse her more. He got off the bed, and she lay there, breathless and trembling. Her entire body felt as if she had been wrestling for hours, and indeed, in a way, she had been. She started to nod off in relaxation after such intense orgasms when she sensed Him above her. She felt Him get up on the bed, and straddle her face. She knew, instinctively, what she was going to feel. She was wrong. She expected his warm, hard cock in her mouth. What she got was hard and COLD. Slick, cold, unyielding. He had gotten her glass dildo that she was told to bring and was forcing it into her mouth. She caressed and licked this toy like it was His cock. She sucked it and gagged on it as it slid down her throat. Just as she got into a rhythm, He removed it and she felt it slide into her pussy. In and out it went, teasing her insides. Then, it stopped. Finally she felt His cock on her lips. The blindfold was really throwing her for a loop and His intentional change-up with the glass toy had her feeling a bit topsy-turvy – which she was sure was His intent. He began to tease her lips with his cock. In and out of her mouth it went. He was teasing himself with her mouth. Slapping her face with his cock. Tapping the head of it on her lips. Rubbing it on her cheeks, rubbing it across her mouth. Growling as he did so. “Open your mouth, Little One,” He instructed. She did as told. He began to slowly, slowly thrust His cock down her warm throat. Hitting the back of her throat, she barely gagged, but the more forcefully He entered her, the more she began to salivate. The thick saliva was drooling out of her mouth, and she could feel the line of spit that went from His cock to her mouth. She wished she could see it. He grabbed her head and pulled her onto His cock. “Fucking make me cum with your mouth, Little One,” He growled. She sucked his cock all the way down her throat, licking and sucking with as much verve and pressure as she could muster. She felt his cock begin to throb, and tasted the sweet pre-cum oozing from Him. He sped up His pace and soon felt him go rigid, His cock buried down her throat. “Ahhhhhhh……ffffuuucccccckkkk…………” He growled, as He emptied His entire load into her mouth again. He was most certainly enjoying her to the fullest. She licked, sucked and swallowed every bit of His love juice until He withdrew from her mouth. Her arms were already aching sweetly, and her pussy was throbbing. Making Him cum sent shivers through her entire body. She really did ache to please Him, and so far hoped that she was doing a good job. She sensed Him back on the bed once again, and felt Him reaching into her corset, pulling her nipples out. He attached a nipple clamp to each nipple, leaving them exposed out of the corset. He then removed her ankles from the restraints but quickly pulled her feet back toward the sides of her face, locking her legs in a spread open, and bent backward, position. It was fairly uncomfortable, even with the flexibility she had. She felt him then attach a clamp to her clitoral hood as well. This clamp was different, it had TEETH. Her clit was achingly sensitive, so just the act of Him applying the clamp made her wince and squeak. This did not deter Him, as he pulled up on the chains. She heard a rustling and then felt all of the clamps pulled TAUGHT. She wondered how he was pulling all 3 at once as she heard Him leaving the bed. She would find out later, after the blindfold was removed, that He had manufactured a small tripod, that sat above her and the chains could be attached to. This left His hands free, but put constant pressure on the clamps. She felt his hot breath on her ear, “Little One, just stay here and enjoy the clamps, I will return soon.” Stay here? Enjoy the clamps? Where was He going, she wondered. She heard the door to the suite open, and then close. She lay there, alone, and VERY aroused again. She had been in a constant state of arousal for most of the day, and wondered how much more she could take. She really wanted to fuck Him – or, to have Him fuck her. She tried to adjust slightly, but any and all movements caused those clamps to pull. She could feel them pulling her large breasts up and holding them tightly. She knew she was to be patient. Everything was a process. Everything was a lesson. Everything was made to make her submit more fully. Everything was, completely, for Him. She accepted that eagerly... By Bella-Minx |
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