Amber struggled helplessly at the leather restraints which bound her, on a cross. She had been told by her Master not to speak, not to whimper, not to whine... That even the slightest sound out of her dirty little mouth would only add to her punishment.
She was dressed in a tight pink corset with a large black bow just beneath the breast line. The tight but flimsy material squeezed at her sides, showing off her somewhat curvy figure. The corset had a frilly skirt attached, one that would show her bottom if she was to turn around. She was wearing high heels, which were beginning to cause discomfort in her feet. Blocking her view, a gentle silk blindfold had been tied around her, causing her mind to dance with curiosity as she heard the door open.
No doubt, she knew she had gotten herself into this situation. Before she met Erik, BDSM had only been a faint fantasy in the back of her mind. Now that she found a fellow enthusiast, she decided to let her dreams unwind. She sought punishment, and wondered how much her lover would be willing to deal out.
Erik was pleased to see his pet standing quietly in place, not that she had much of a choice. Her arms were bound straight out to her sides. They were restrained at her wrists, and closer to her armpits, assuring that she wouldn't be doing too much squirming. Her ankles were also bound, straight beneath her, causing her to stand completely still.
He approached her, running his hand through her hair, grasping at it lightly. "Do you know why you're here?"
The tone of his voice had been enough to make her shiver. Biting at her lip, she simply nodded in response to his question.
He pressed his lips to hers, then sharply slapped her outer thigh with a riding crop. Not expecting this, she cried out loudly, gasping at the sting. "Sir!"
"Uh uh uh my pet! What did I say about whining?" He moved his hands up, swiftly removing the blindfold and allowing it to fall to the floor. Staring deeply into her eyes, he could see how lusty the situation had made her. He knew how much she enjoyed this sort of play, and he wanted to please her as much as possible.
Stepping in closer to her, he lifted her skirt, pleased to find that she was not wearing any panties, and she was already partially damp. He parted her slit skillfully with his fingers, stroking at her clit with one finger and watching her face twist with excitement. "Hmm, my naughty girl?" He pulled his hand back from her, raising his arm and landing the crop on her opposite thigh, watching her expression change from the pain.
"Oh Sir, I'm sorry..." She bit at her lip, teasingly running her tongue across it as she stared up at him.
He smirked, slapping her thigh once more with the crop, this time more toward the backside of her leg. "Oh, you are going to be sorry..." He set the crop down, approaching her and gripping at the material of the corset, slowly tugging at it and lowering the top so that it would expose her breasts. He pinched at her nipples harshly, rolling them in between his thumbs and fingers until they were delightfully pointy.
She let out slight moans, not sure herself if they were more from the pleasure or the pain. "Ah Sir... I like that."
He pulled his hand back, slapping her breast and watching it bounce about. "Do you?" He smirked, leaning forward and teasing her hardened nipple with his tongue. "Then I have a feeling you are really going to enjoy what I have planned for you."
