It’s a fine line between pain and pleasure and only a few people know how to walk that line correctly. I look into the eyes of my lover, looking directly at him as he presses the clasp of the handcuffs closed.
One click, than two, a third and its at its tightest. I’m suspended from bolts in the ceiling, the chains are long enough that my hands can be placed in front of me but I cannot move. But this is done for a reason. I neither Master nor I want a shoulder dislocation. Both of us know that these are not fun. Even for most subs and Dommes, these are to be avoided at all costs.
Master double checks, asking me if my arms are ok, or if I want to be lowered slightly.
“No, Master.” I say.
“You remember your safe word, right?”
“Yes Master.”
“Very good slave.”
Master turns away from me and I can see as he don’s a thick rubber glove, its like the ones used for cleaning out sinks, I start to say something.
Master turns to me, a frown upon his face. “Did I say that you could speak?”
I shake my head no.
“Open your mouth.”
I immediately do as master asks, knowing that if I refuse it would only cause me to incur more wraths.
“Good girl.” He brings his hands back around, and I see that he’s also picked up a ball gag, which he dangles in front of me.
I start to panic, but Master calms me. “Don’t worry. Everything will be all right.”
He gently places the ball gag in my mouth, pressing it in over my tongue. For a moment it feels dry, but then becomes slick as my saliva coats it. My hair becomes tangled in the leather strap, and I can’t help but whimper as it is pulled tightly around my head. He then takes a blindfold and blinds me.
“No talking!”
Master is angry with me and I am worried what will come next. He turns back to the table and I can hear him picking something off the table.
