Finally satisfied, he knotted the cords and stepped back to admire her. Balanced on the very tips of her toes her body stretched high, the corset defined an impossibly small waist above wide flaring hips topped with nearly translucent skinned breasts straining to overflow the half cups of the corset. Her dusky pink nipples glowed deep rose beneath the vicious clamps bruising the sensitive peaks as her tear streaked face and bitten, swollen lips gave evidence of her distress. He could scarcely breathe she was so beautiful! His semi-erect cock burst to attention instantly and he reached for her, kissing her eyes, face, mouth, fiercely, deeply, his agile fingers tunneling through her pubic hair, thumb stroking her engorged clit as two fingers drove into her hidden cunt. She was damp already, and the thrusting fingers and hard tongue ravishing her mouth caused a new stream of fluid to ooze over his hand as she began to convulse around it.
"Shit!" he ripped free. "You can't cum now!" he snarled. Seeing the unfocused look on her face he swung two wicked slaps full against her clamped, fluid taut tits. The blossoming agony in her breasts brought her immediately from the sexual haze starting to flood through her! "You cum when I let you, slave meat, never without permission!"
He returned to the bedroom, leaving her to shiver in the humid heat of the day as a light breeze gently swung the chains from the clamps to her collar. Shocked at his absence, she was still very turned on by the helpless position and the constant stimulation of her aching breasts. Anyone walking by could see her, approach her, touch her…the images crowded her mind as the eroticism of her situation seduced her.
Eventually she heard a tapping from the building behind her, a sort of rhythmic pattern she half recognized. A typewriter? He was typing while she was helpless and so horny? A flash of anger swept over her, "Michael!" she yelled. Footsteps presently approached behind her and his hands cupped her tender mounds as he nuzzled her neck.
"Yes, darling slave?" he mouthed below her ear, followed by a sharp nip of his teeth.
"You're typing! I'm out here suffering and so turned on I could die, and you're FUCKING typing???" she blurted angrily.
"Let me explain dear. Only once so pay attention! YOU agreed to be MY slave. How I act is NONE of your concern. You are alive to please me. However I want to be amused. Right now your position and torture please me. Your question and anger don't. You have earned more discipline. You will cry, scream, moan or whatever Without holding back or it will double each time you don't!" he stated coldly, bent his head and suckled mightily on the bite, wringing a moan from her lips.
He admired the rapidly bruising mark, then jerked hard on the golden chains viciously tightening the clamps so they bit deep into her swollen pink nipples. She screamed, high and thin, then abruptly choked off as she dangled semi-conscious from her hands.
Michael stepped back, viewing her body critically as she slumped from the chains. Perhaps a spanking would convince her…or perhaps something more severe, he smiled to himself, well knowing her stubborn independent streak. They were going to ignite in their bid for pleasure!
He slackened her bonds enough to bend her forward over the stout bamboo railing, arms pulled tautly up and back, beautifully curved ass beckoning his palms caressing. He steps quickly behind her, nestling his erection into her, feeling her damp cunt juices seep through his simple baggy cotton drawstring pants. He reaches forward, lying on her back, and presses his mouth to her shoulder, stringing kisses up to her ear, cheek, tasting the drying tears. His hands again cup the plump mounds of breast as she gasps, wincing, cringing back ever so slightly. "No love, you don't get it yet. You bear whatever pain without complaint, proud that I chose you it suffer it!" His fingers dig into the tenderness, stroking, pinching, gripping deeply, barely brushing with the fingertips as he revels in her grunts, groans, whimpers and pleas. She cries, but in agony of pain or pleasure? The one is wrapping around the other until she cannot find the difference, only knows she is burning and swirling in a sea of intense sensation.
"Michael, please, …please..." she begs him for release, relief, redemption, on the jagged edge of cumming.
He drags himself away, every sinew screaming at him to bury his raging cock in her trembling, feverish body. Half blind with lust his lifts his hand, landing a powerful stinging slap to her shaking buttocks, drawing a yell of anguish from her throat. He rapidly establishes a rhythm, alternating cheeks and slowly working his way down across the curve and into the extremely tender skin between butt and leg. She sobs continuously now, snuffling and sniffling, breath catching on each blow.
Then there is no energy left to scream, or even jerk much anymore, her muscles twitching, tears soundless. He slowly recognizes she isn't responding and stares at the bright red and purpling flesh of her ass, burning against his hand. Unable to stop, he loosens the drawstring and shoves his pulsing rod into her, driving deep, pounding heavily again and again before he explodes, jism spurting in great bursts within her as the heat of her abused cheeks glows against his belly. He rests tiredly against her sorely used body as she drapes limply over the railing.
Soon he will release her, soothe her bruises, praise her obedience, take her to bed and make love to her, but for now … for now she can wait, and hurt, and cry, she is only a slave.
