As Lori hung there, naked in the back yard, she found herself looking back with great pleasure at the past few hours with Bruce. Her naked tits perked at the thought of his hands on her. She looked down helplessly at her tits, her hard nipples held in the little clamps that were actually the grips of a coat hanger. The little plastic teeth of the home made clamps bit deliciously into her skin.
This was Lori's second date with Bruce. They had met through a dating service, and it seemed a perfect match for them both. The first date had been spent making the rules of their relationship. They had both agreed on two things, no kids were to ever be involved and no animals. Outside of that, Lori agreed to be Bruce's slave and do his bidding.
Their second date began with Lori being picked up at her house. She was to wear a sun dress with spaghetti straps. No bra. No panties. She'd dressed that morning with butterflies in her belly, her cunt already slippery, her nipples pulsing. She longed to feed her desire and masturbate, but she didn't. She wanted to be fully keyed up for Master.
He had come to the door and opened it with the key she had given him. He walked into the house and found Lori on her knees on the floor.
"Good morning, slut." He had growled.
"greetings, Master." she replied softly before crawling over to kiss his cock through his jeans.
"Good girl. Now get up and walk to my car."
She stood and obeyed his command.
Once in his car, she was ordered to hike up her dress so that her naked ass was in the leather seat. She was then made to untie the straps of her pink dress so that her tits were free. The top of Bruce's convertible was open, and Lori knew that anyone who drove by would see her naked D cups tits.
As they pulled onto the street of the gated community that was his home, her anxiety grew. David had been tweaking her nipples and playing with her pussy as they'd flown over the streets of the small town. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was dripping. The security guard in the gate house merely looked at Bruce and tipped his hat "Good Morning, sir." He'd said to Bruce as he leered at Lori. "Looks like you'll be having a full day!"
"Indeed I will Stanley. You should come by later if you feel like it, and have a beer." Bruce had said as Lori blushed and fought not to sink down into the seat and out of sight.
Bruce drove to a huge house and pulled into the garage, closing the door behind him. He opened the car door for Lori and she stood before him, her dress wrinkled and falling off. "Lovely Slave Lori." He cooed at her, slapping her tit.
He pulled the dress off of her, then tied her hands behind her with rough twine. He removed her sandals and replaced them with a pair of black shiny leather shoes, the heels of which seemed impossibly high. She knew that walking would be difficult.
He then attached two tight clamps, one to each nipple. The seemed to pinch her dark pink nipples impossibly tight, and she gasped as the little plastic spikes dug into the tender flesh.
"So beautiful, Slave. Now walk." He stood behind her, holding the twine that bound her hands as he guided her up three steps and into the house. The first room she entered was the kitchen. He led her directly to the kitchen table, then bent her over it, her ass in the air. He shoved her onto the table so that her toes barely touched the floor. Then he bound her ankles to the legs of the table so that she was spread wide.
Bruce walked around the table, he seemed to ignore her as he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it. He poured another and walking behind her, he poured it over her ass crack so that the sweet liquid rolled over her asshole and into her cunt. It sent shivers all over her. She was acutely aware of the blood coursing through her clamped nipples that were now smashed onto the table top, crushed beneath her.
She heard a strange sound, like something slicing through the air, then she felt a hot sting across her ass. He was whipping her!
"You have displeased me. Master Stanley is to be my guest this afternoon. When I was speaking to him, you looked at him. You should never do that unless ordered to. Furthermore, when you are on display for me, you must always stand straight, chin down, tits out." Again she felt the searing pain on her ass.
"Yes, Master." she said after the second hot lash across her ass.
Again the hot searing pain erupted, and underneath it, something else. She could feel her clit throbbing and the lips of her pussy seemed to be burning as well.
When the first whipping ended, he untied her and rolled her onto her back. Above her, she saw the rack that held pots and pans. she kept her eyes averted as Bruce attached little silver chains to the clamps biting into her nipples. He ran the chains up to the rack, then began to pull until her nipples were stretched painfully. Lori arched her back to try to alleviate the pain.
"Perfect!" Bruce said softly. Then he pulled the slack out again so that Lori's back had to remain arched, or her nipples would be pulled even tighter.
"Now, Slut. I want you to stay here while I make a few calls."
She waited, listening to his voice as he spoke on the phone. There was to be a party at his house this evening, and he seemed to be inviting about thirty people.
Lori lay across the top of the table, her back painfully arched, her nipples stretched. To her horror, she could feel the tight clamps sliding, making her wriggle. The wriggling made the clamps slip even more. The pain of this was almost unbearable and she felt herself begin to cry. Master would not be pleased if he came back to find her free of her clamps!
Bruce walked back in and found her arching her back impossibly, trying to stop the sliding clamps.
"Slave, that is beautiful!" He said as the clamps dug into the tenderest part of her nipples, the very tips. Finally her tits sprung loose of the clamps, and Lori let out a tiny scream of pain as the teeth raked across her nipples then released.
"Very good, slave." He said, as he sunk a finger into her slobbering pussy.
She felt his finger against the walls of her pussy and groaned. Then she felt him slide in two fingers, then three, and then his whole fist was buried in her pussy. She groaned and writhed on the table top, trying to make his fist fuck her harder. Before she could cum, he tore his fist out of her, leaving her whimpering and wiggling as he watched.
"Yo do not cum until I say so, Slut." He growled, "do you understand me?"
"Yes, Master." she gasped her face red with excitement and shame.
He loosed the twine around her ankles and her wrists, then forced her to the floor. He took her by her long red hair and led her onto the patio as if he held her by a leash. He sat in a chair by a sparkling pool.
"Unzip my jeans, take my cock out, and suck it." He commanded, reaching for the newspaper.
Lori crawled over to him and unzipped his pants as he read the paper. He raised his hips enough for her to pull the jeans down and free his cock. She took it into her mouth and began to slide her mouth over it, taking it in quickly, her rhythm fast.
"No, Slut!" Bruce yelled. "Slowly. You'll be here all day, there's no rush."
She slowed her pace. She found that she had time to feel the skin of it with her tongue, the smoothness of it as well as the veins that bulged all the way down the length of it's shaft. Her mouth was watering as she sucked on it, her tongue playing with the tip.
"Hey Bruce!" came a voice from behind them.
"Hey man!" Bruce said back, "What's up?"
