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Chapter 1
She lay in bed thinking about what had happened. Her body ached in a pleasant way all over, though she knew when she moved that she would regret some of the last night. Her cunt was swollen and sore, and her nipples had more than a cursory sting to them. Not surprising given that she had been abused and used for more than 10 hours.
It all began when her owner asked her what she would like to do if she was given free rein. Since she rarely had a choice in things, she was unsure of what to ask for. Her place, and her need left her with no choices, something that she had come to accept and feel safe within.
"Come now, you must have some idea of what you want?" The words came from Him, with just a touch of sarcasm. He casually pinched her nipple as He talked to her, touching how He wanted, with little regard for what it did to her.
Swallowing, she addressed Him quietly. "Sir, if it pleases You to give me an opportunity to have what I want, then I choose a night of phenomenal orgasms. Trusting You as I do, I know that You will give me what You choose. I am Yours and I know that nothing will come that will permanently harm me."
She knew that He knew all of what she said to be true. She had no limits with Him and He could do what He wanted at all times, but she felt that she needed to tell the obvious since He was offering her something that she didn't normally have. Free choice. Her heart started racing, wondering what would be in store for her. Humiliation? Gang bang? Degradation? Pain? Sodomy? ALL the thoughts brought her to the point of stimulation and need. Actually much of her life was stimulation and need. He wanted her in a perpetual state of readiness for His whims and He had trained her to always be open to Him and available at a second's notice.
"So we will commence with your entertainment tonight at 8 pm. Find something to occupy yourself with while I consider what I want to do with you." He casually squeezed her nipple once again and then twisted it tight before dismissing her.
Chapter 2
Finding something to occupy her time until 8 pm wasn't difficult. She had chores to do and then took a short nap before taking a shower and toweling off. She dried her hair and put it up in a ponytail because she wasn't sure what the evening would bring, but she knew that she didn't want it to get in the way. Naked, she walked toward what would happen.
Thinking of what came next was a trap, but she found herself wondering anyway. She walked down the hall to his office and knocked on the door. Listening for a response she felt her nipples begin to get hard and crinkle up.
A soft "Come in, slut" came through the door and she opened it with shaking hands. Whenever he called her a slut, she knew she was in for more S&M than just bondage and discipline. His office led to a room behind it that was their playroom though he didn't call it a dungeon. It was fully equipped with interesting devices and equipment. However, she didn't get into the room very far before she was stopped by what lay on his desk. Lying there she saw wrist and ankle straps made of black leather and fitted with D rings to attach her to things. Next to the straps was a brand-new pack of wooden clothes pins. Shivering and feeling her desire begin to crest, she stopped next to the desk.
"Where would you like me Sir?" This came out in a croaky voice as she was anticipating the play session to come.
She heard His voice right behind her, though she had not heard Him move. It didn't bode well that she hadn't greeted Him when she came in, because she hadn't known where He was. Running His hands down her body, she felt His vampire gloves scrape her skin, raising goose bumps all over her.
"I want you right here for the moment, My delicious slut. Let Me touch what is Mine and give it the greeting it deserves." The hands dug in a bit deeper and she felt welts start to raise everywhere the gloves traveled. She trembled because she knew that He would open her legs and stroke her between them in a short amount of time. Sure enough the hands pulled her labia lips apart as she spread her legs for Him. The gloves were sharp and He ground his fingers into her, causing her to cry out in distress.
"Ahhhhhhhgh." Biting her lip, she felt tears spring to her eyes. "Thank You, Sir, Your slut loves the feel of Your hands on it," she whimpered. He reached to lay the flat of His hand against her clit and ground it into the tender flesh, causing her to cry out again. This time the gloves stuck in her flesh, making the movements of his hand feel as if tiny razor-sharp needles were grinding into her. He raised His hand and brought it up to her lips to kiss. She leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against the object of pain causing her to feel so used.
Pulling the gloves off, He slapped her ass and then a second time, leaving two red handprints on her nether regions. "Put on your ankle straps and then let Me do up the wrist straps. I feel the need to restrain you for some of the early part of our play and I want them on quickly now." His voice came out in a growl.
Trembling, she picked up one strap first and bent to place it on her left ankle, feeling the cool chill of the leather start to warm up almost immediately. Just as hesitantly she attached the second one to her right ankle. His hands tested the restraints and He grunted His approval before He reached for her right wrist, fastening it snuggly then quickly adding the second strap to her left arm.
Turning her to face Him, He began to clip clothes pins to her body, one after another, in what seemed like a random pattern, until she realized that he was creating a swirl starting on the lower part of her left breast and ending up on her nipple. The same pattern was repeated on her right breast, causing her to look somewhat like a porcupine. Looking down at the clips she cringed inside, knowing that the tender flesh was going to hurt incredibly worse the longer they were on. However she also knew that taking them off was going to be excruciatingly painful because the blood would rush back into the area.
Twenty pins later she felt Him push a hand against her legs, spreading them wider.
"Well My slut, I seem to be able to smell you, you seem to be getting wet, how do you like the decorations so far?" He smiled as He asked her. She had begun to feel dazed and felt herself slipping into the delicious head space that was frequently called Subspace.
She whimpered again, losing her ability to vocalize the need that was starting to build inside. Clearing her throat, she attempted to make some sense come out of her mouth. "Um, they are wonderful but getting painful Sir." Seconds after saying it she regretted the seeming complaint, but He seemed to ignore the words and instead reached up and tugged on her collar which was a near permanent addition to her body. It had been locked around her throat for so long that she nearly forgot it was there until He touched it. He pulled on the D ring that was hanging below the collar in the center and guided her towards Him. Using one foot, he tapped her legs to widen her stance and then picked up one more clothespin and clipped it on her clit.
"Now the decorations are complete for the time being." The whimper that accompanied it came from deep inside her and sounded almost animalistic.