Let me preface the story with a little background information: I have never met this woman who is the object of my affection. She is words on a page and a voice through my speakers, yet I ache for her. Whether she knows of my desire or not is almost irrelevant, as the vast distance between us keeps any meeting a likely forlorn hope. I don't name her here, or even grant myself release to thoughts or pictures of her, lest I further inflame my lust for her. She continues to haunt me, asleep and awake, so I turn to writing out my desires in the probably vain wish that it will ease the pain of my dreams' deferment.
The day she came to me was the happiest of my life. She was not just coming to me as a friend, and a lover, but surrendering herself completely to me. She became my slave, and I her master in all things.
She had made me wait for it though, and I was very unhappy about that. I had told her so, and that I was going to discipline her for teasing me with her absence. Which is how she came to be in my dungeon, arms bound tightly together, suspended over her head by a steel hook hanging down from the ceiling. Her feet were barely touching the floor, forcing most of her weight to be held by her shoulders. She was naked, but for the blindfold and collar I had placed on her. Clamps were placed tightly on her nipples, and the chain between them threaded through the ring on her collar, with no slack, so that she could not move her head back to change the pressure on her arms and shoulders without inflicting pain on her breasts instead.
The room was cool, but it didn't take long for sweat to drip down her from the pain. I circled her, nude but for my boots, riding crop in hand, ready to punish her. She was trembling, both from the pain, and from her anticipation. I ran the tip of the crop down her spine, before giving her one quick crack across her backside.
"Thank your master for the attention, slave," I said.
"Thank you master, may I please have another," she said, breathlessly, but with a wry smile on her face.
"You are far too impudent, slut," I replied. "I intend to break you of that, to make you into a properly docile servant of my needs."
With that, I stepped up to her, pressing her body hard against me with one hand, as I yanked her head back viciously with the other. Her breasts, crushed against my chest, had no room to move, and the clamps yanked hard at her erect nipples. My erection was grinding into her stomach. She started to scream, but I pressed my mouth down onto hers to stifle it, biting her lip just shy of hard enough to draw blood.
She stammered out her thanks, with no hint of subversion this time. "That's much better," I said. "For being so good, slave, I'm going to reward you. I'm going to eat your pussy out."
"Oh, yes, master, please eat this slut's pussy," she replied, an audible tone of desire in her voice.
As I knelt before my slave, I could see that her pussy was incredibly wet, and not just from the sweat rolling freely down her skin. "I'm glad you like my attention so much, slave," I said. "Remember that you must ask my permission before coming, though."