I was just stepping out of my shower when He called me, few words were spoken between us but it was enough for me to know exactly what tonight was going to entail. Rushing to my room, I began to slip into something I knew would please him. My smooth waxed pussy was covered by the tiniest black lace g-string, that disappeared like floss between my cheeks, rubbing against my button.
My pale skin stood in stark contrast with the black lace, and my creamy white legs looked as though they almost extended eternally into six inch fire engine red, peep toe heels, with a thin strap around my ankles. Sometimes he liked to use the bar, keeping my ankles separated giving him full access to my sex. My lips curled into a smile at the thought of it, and I moved my perfectly manicured fingers, up along my body squeezing on my already perky nipples. Aside for a long strand of beads, I had left my chest fully bare. He preferred to watch them bounce up and down as he entered my every hole.
I examined myself in my bedrooms full length mirror, revering the curves and contours of my body. My still damp jet black hair fell in soft curls around my voluptuous breasts, making my porcelain skin seem all the more pale, and my small erect nipples even more pink. My entire body shivered with anticipation for what was going to come tonight. Last time we had been together, I had forgotten my training, misbehaved and came before he released me.
My wrists had been bound and raised high above my head to a bracket attached to the ceiling. I had tried to wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, riding his massive cock. He grabbed a fist full of my hair, and snarled into my ear that if I came before he said then I was going to pay for it. The growl of his voice was the last thing to send me over the edge. I pushed my pussy hard against him, forcing his cock as deep into me as possible. My back arched, and I bucked, desperate to take in as much of him as I could.
After he had finished, he ran a pair of nipple clamps up and down my body, swirling around each of my tits. The metal against my skin was cold, and I tried to shift away, but my hands were still bound high above my head to the point where my feet barely touched the floor, despite the stilettos adorning my feet. Aside from the jagged breaths leaving my body, I was totally silent as I listened to him telling me how he couldn't let his pet get away with not listening, but he wanted to make sure she thought about what she did first. I had never been the type to feel dominated by men. Usually it was a case of being left awkwardly unsatisfied, like a drink of non-alcoholic wine. When I met Him though, it drastically changed.
