Author's note: I thought I would try my hand at a Maledom story for a change. Thanks for all the feedback I've got from my previous stories, keep it coming, I love to hear what people think!
Nicola had no idea how long she'd been kneeling there, but her knees were aching like crazy and she shifted uncomfortably on the unforgiving stone floor. Master Tom had blindfolded her before he'd left, but that wasn't all he'd done. Her wrists were tied behind her back with PVC tape, small lead weights had been clamped to her nipples and between her legs sixteen clothes pegs hung from her pussy lips.
Every time Nicola moved the clothes pegs would brush against her inner thighs or the floor and a shiver would run through her, not a shiver of pain, but one of apprehension. Last time he had attached just four pegs to her pussy and had taken great delight in using a crop to remove them, one by one. The memory of it simultaneously chilled her and brought a fresh flow of juice to her already dripping cunt.
And then there was the butt-plug. She had been told to arrive with her own plug in place, which she had. But once inspected, Master Tom had decided to replace it with one of his own, a much larger one of course. At first Nicola had objected, but one look from Master Tom was all it took for her to show utter obedience.
He had her bend over in his impressive hallway and he pulled the original plug out with a satisfying plop, before lubing her ass and slowly feeding the bigger plug into place. All the time Nicola stared at the floor, trying to keep her composure as the thick rubber plug stretched her asshole. Once in place Master Tom wiped the excess lube from around her asshole and off the backs of her thighs. He pulled her upright and her short skirt was pulled back down over her ass.
Nicola never felt completely comfortable riding the bus in her short skirt without any knickers, but that was what Master Tom instructed so that's what she did. Everyone who sat down opposite her must have noticed how tightly she clamped her legs together, afraid that someone would see her freshly shaved pussy glistening between her thighs. Or at least that's what she thought, perhaps they were too caught up in their own lives to notice.
Master Tom was dressed in a black cotton shirt, a pair of black jeans and the shiniest pair of boots Nicola had ever seen. He always dressed the same, at least Nicola had never seen him in anything different, not in her previous four visits. He waved his hand ostentatiously towards the door at the end of the wide, long hallway. Nicola knew where she was headed and it was all she could do not to run towards the door.
Once through the door Nicola followed the steps down into the dimly lit cellar. The atmosphere down here was electric and Nicola felt herself guided by Tom's firm hand to the middle of the floor. She shivered slightly as he turned her to face him and placed her hands firmly at her sides.
"I expect you've been thinking about this all day?" he began, looking deep into her eyes as he spoke.
"Yes Master," came Nicola's weak response.
"Have you followed all the instructions I gave you in my email?"
"Yes Master, every one."
Master Tom did not respond. Instead he reached out and started to undo the buttons on her crisp white blouse. Slowly and carefully he unfastened every button before peeling the material aside to expose her heavy breasts, encased as instructed in a plain white bra. Nicola was already trembling as she looked up at Master Tom, who was at least four inches taller than her.
He resisted the temptation to comment on her breasts, after all he'd seen them before. Showing no emotion he walked around her, peeling away her blouse as he went, leaving her standing there in just her bra, her short dark skirt and her patent leather ankle boots. He tossed her blouse over a nearby chair and then deftly unfastened her bra.
Nicola let out a soft moan as she felt the bra falling away, exposing her breasts and her already hardened nipples. He reached around from behind her and closed his fingers around her breasts, squeezing firmly and then pinching her nipples hard. Nicola hissed with the exquisite pain, causing the first smile to cross the lips of Master Tom.
He let go of her breasts and slid his hands from the middle of her back down to the waistband of her skirt. He unfastened it and allowed it to drop to the floor. He walked around her and took in the full sight of her delicious body. Her stomach was almost completely flat and her pussy was completely shaven, as per her explicit instructions. He moved closer and bent down to inspect it closely.
"Quite beautiful," he said, before standing up once more.
It was then that he secured her wrists behind her back and placed the blindfold over her eyes. He held onto her arm so that she could step out of her skirt and she heard him pick it up and place it with her blouse on the chair. Then he started softly running his hands across her skin, over every inch of her body until she was shaking with need, but he never came close to touching her pussy, no, she would have to be patient.
She felt his mouth first, gently kissing from her neck down to her right nipple, then taking it into his mouth, sucking on it and making it harder still, before biting it gently but firmly. Nicola arched her back, pushing her pussy towards him in the vain hope that he would touch her, make her come, but he had no intention of doing so, not yet.
Instead Master Tom affixed the clamp to her nipple and then repeated the move on her left bud. He pulled on them firmly, to make sure they wouldn't slip off before adding the small lead weights. They weren't tremendously heavy, but they gave a satisfying tug and Nicola felt her pussy begin to get very wet as she wondered what might happen next.
What happened next was that Master Tom knelt down on the cold stone floor and gently pushed her soft thighs apart, exposing her moist cunt. Nicola groaned, anticipating the touch of his finger, willing him to slid his fingers inside her and to stretch her hole ready for his cock, but he merely brushed the smooth lips before gently attaching the clothes pegs.
In themselves the clothes pegs weren't painful but the combined effect of all sixteen pegs was quite significant, pulling her skin tight and stimulating nerve endings so that her pussy became wetter and wetter. Finally he had helped her down onto her knees before leaving her there for some time
- - -
Nicola heard Master Tom return, his boots making a now familiar sound on the flagstone floor. He asked her if she remembered her safeword and she confirmed that she did. He asked to tell him what it was.
"Rainbow," she replied, the nervousness in her voice more than apparent.
Master Tom knelt down and flicked his fingers against the lead weights that hung from her nipples and she took a sharp intake of breath.
"How does that butt plug feel?"
"Very tight Master," she murmured.
"I should hope so," he said. "But don't worry, you'll still feel my cock when I shove it up your ass."
Nicola whimpered at the thought of Master Tom's thick, long cock penetrating her tight arsehole, and suddenly she felt thankful for the plug that he had worked inside her. Without it she doubted she would have had a chance of taking his impressive length and girth.
"Oh yes, you like the thought of that don't you slut?"
Nicola replied in the affirmative, though in truth it frightened her just as much as it excited her.
"Well, we'll see. It very much depends on whether I think you deserve it, and whether it's what pleases me, isn't that right slut?"
"Yes Master," she breathed helplessly.
He walked around her and then knelt down and unfastened her wrists.
"On your hands and knees," he barked.
Nicola complied immediately, pushing her ass up into the air, conscious of the tail piece of the butt plug between her cheeks. Master Tom walked across the cellar floor and retrieved a leather paddle from the wall. He positioned himself behind the girl and very gently started to pat her ass with the paddle. Nicola breathed deeply enjoying the sensation as Master Tom gradually increased the intensity as her rump began to warm up.
Abruptly he stopped and grasped the base of the butt plug, pulling it out an inch or two and watching intently as her asshole stretched around the thick rubber plug, before slowly pressing it back inside her.
"I bet that feels exquisite doesn't it slut?"
"Oh yes, Master," grunted Nicola as she felt the huge plug forced back into her arse.
He chuckled to himself and admired the nice, soft pink glow emanating from her ass cheeks. He returned the paddle to it's hook on the wall and returned to her side carrying a cat. He draped the tails over her back and slowly dragged them down to her asscheeks. Nicola barely felt the tails lifted before she felt the harsh sting as they made rapid contact with her tender rump.
"Owww!" she cried out, momentarily losing her composure.
"Tsk, tsk, has my little slut forgotten my rules already?"
