Part Four: Beyond Warm:
I was squarely on my hands and knees, ass in the air, aimed in his direction. I felt his crop tracing my thighs, stopping briefly at my pussy for a quick tap. Up it went following the crack in my ass, along my backbone, over my shoulders, then it traced its way back to where it had started. My heart was racing in excitement and fear. Knowing I would soon be baring his pain, knowing that my chance to please him, to make him proud, was here.
He paused, I kept my head forward, knowing I wasn’t to look to see what he was doing. I felt my ankles being pulled together and heard the clicks of the clip he used to hold them together. My ankles were extended straight, the tendons in my feet and calves strained as slid my knees together to accommodate the pull.
“Where are your clamps slut?” His voice was taunting.
“In the dresser Master.”
“Go get them. Crawl to get them.”
With that command the crop landed cruelly on my exposed ass. I let out a short yelp, and then started crawling on the 40 feet of carpet to get to my bedroom. Crawling with my ankles tied was difficult. My legs moved only inches at a time and my knees dragged on the carpet. I inched along as quickly as I could, not wanting to keep him waiting anymore than I had to. He called to me as I struggled down the hall, to use my mouth to carry them back. Crawling like this was a new trick he was teaching me. Allowing me the discomfort and frustration of being unable to carry out his order easily. I continued down the hall.
In the bedroom I retrieved the clamps from my bottom dresser drawer and put the silver metal chain that held them together into my mouth. I turned around and headed back toward him. My knees were burning from dragging them on the carpet, and my face was burning with embarrassment as I crawled towards him with the clamps in my mouth like a dog retrieving a stick. When I got back to the living room he was there, his clothes off, he was holding the crop in one hand, tapping the keeper on the other. I crawled to his feet and tipped my head up to look at him.
His body was beautiful, strong, sculpted, tanned skin, and a small amount of dark hair on his chest. I could see the bulge of his manhood straining the fabric of the black briefs he had kept on. My heart sang at the site of him. Standing above me, exuding the power and confidence he commanded, he tapped the crop in his hand.
“Drop them.” He said, and I let the clamps fall to the ground.
“Good girl” He reached down to pick up the clamps.
“Now my pet because you haven’t properly prepared for me you will be punished. On your knees!”
I immediately sat back on my heels, my ankles protesting at the additional strain put upon them, my body trembling inside in anticipation of his plans. He held my breast in one hand and attached the alligator clamp directly to the nipple. He released the breast gently and took the other clamp and threaded it through the O ring in my collar. He attached the other clamp. There was a sharp burning pain in my nipples as each clamp was attached, but it was nothing like the pain that shot through them when he release my second breast and gravity pulled the chain tight. My breasts were suspended by the chain, clamps pulling on the nipples, stretching and pinching them. My neck bore the extra weight of my breasts as they pulled at the collar.
He sent me back to my hands and knees. Every move I made now shot a sharp burning pain to my tits. I whimpered as I turned away from him and gingerly brought my hands to the floor. I tried to relax, send my mind away from the pain, let myself begin to float.
I felt the thud of the flogger against my back harder and harder he struck. My back warmed as the blood flowed to the surface of my skin, it was marvelous, save for every time the flogger connected my breasts would swing from the chain and the pain would zing through them. It was hard to separate the warmth from the flogger and the pinching burn of the clamps. Then the crop started tapping on my back. Tap, tap. Soft at first, then harder, i moaned in a myriad of pleasure and pain, my mind slowly drifting to another place.
He stopped for a moment, and I took a deep breath, calming myself, as I floated back into the present. He was in front of me holding the ball gag. I lifted my head so that he could buckle it on. He was pleased with my assistance and kissed my forehead as he tucked the gag into my mouth. My jaw was now forced open; the harness that held it was firmly fastened. He reached below me and released the clamps. The blood rushed to the tortured nipple, I groaned in agony as he cupped my heavy swaying breasts in his hand, rubbing and pinching the nipples.
He sent me back to my hands and knees. Every move I made now shot a sharp burning pain to my tits. I whimpered as I turned away from him and gingerly brought my hands to the floor. I tried to relax, send my mind away from the pain, let myself begin to float. I felt the thud of the flogger against my back harder and harder he struck. My back warmed as the blood flowed to the surface of my skin, it was marvelous, save for every time the flogger connected my breasts would swing from the chain and the pain would zing through them. It was hard to separate the warmth from the flogger and the pinching burn of the clamps. Then the crop started tapping on my back. Tap, tap. Soft at first, then harder, i moaned in a myriad of pleasure and pain, my mind slowly drifting to another place.
He stopped for a moment, and I took a deep breath, calming myself, as I floated back into the present. He was in front of me holding the ball gag. I lifted my head so that he could buckle it on. He was pleased with my assistance and kissed my forehead as he tucked the gag into my mouth. My jaw was now forced open; the harness that held it was firmly fastened. He reached below me and released the clamps. The blood rushed to the tortured nipple, I groaned in agony as he cupped my heavy swaying breasts in his hand, rubbing and pinching the nipples.
I felt Master behind me he must have been kneeling. The crop had paused in its timpani assault. I suddenly felt pressure in the opening of my box, and a vibrator was plunged deeply down the tunnel. My body flooded with feathery delight with at the invasion of my sex. I moaned, and arched my body. Master’s words became more degrading as he pumped the vibrator in and out of me. Juices poured from my stuffed hole. The rhythm of his strokes was slow to start, but he increased his speed and his pressure. I squealed in delight, feeling my insides tighten to come to a climax.
He stopped, and I felt the crop land cruelly on my pussy. I was so hot, craving some kind of release from this torture of pleasure and pain. Trying to beg him through the gag to please please let me cum. I felt the vibrator tickle my pussy, gently prodding my clit, sending me higher, teasing my tender pearl. The torture of pleasure was as hard to bare and the torture of pain. Controlling my desire to succumb to the electricity that was charging my body, not allowing my release, trying to ease the powerful rushes that flew through me. I wanted to cum. I begged to cum. I pleaded. But permission was not granted. Instead, the rhythm of the crop and the flogger returned, to taunt and torture me some more.
