He sits back in his chair, sipping the tea. she had requested an audience and was now before Him sitting on her heels with her hands up turned on her thighs, back straight, head bowed, and eyes closed. His eyes took in the beauty of her breasts thrust forward and rising with each breath. He drank deeply of the sight and began to plot the activities of the evening. The symmetry of her tits played on His mind as He stroked His beard and the scene fell into place.
Slowly He rises and quietly slips past her to the dungeon door, it would be necessary to make some preparations, as this pet warrants special attention. Upon his return he sits back in his chair and makes mental notes of the body being offered. Red hair falling softly on her shoulders. her collar proudly worn around her neck. A translucent purple robe hanging loosely over her shoulders; parted by her tits that, with the back held straight in the waiting position, stood invitingly before Him. The white lace stockings drawing the eye up her thighs to the little patch of red hair neatly trimmed to form a heart, with it's tip just above her clit; up her torso to where the chain attached to her nipple rings forced the eyes to choose a path. He drinks in the nipples standing hard in the cool air and feeling His passion grow, thinks to Himself, "This pet must fly tonight"
Rising, He leans towards His pet, reaching out to take her chin in His hand. she flinches at the touch of His hand pulling her head up. He gazes into her blue eyes and kisses her passionately; biting down on her upper lip and sucking her lower lip into his mouth. He attaches the leash to her collar and leads her to the dungeon.
The transition from the well lit living room to the cool, stone walled, dungeon sent a chill of trepidation through her body as they walked through the heavy wooden door. She looked around trying to get some sense of what was to come. Though she had been in His dungeon many times she had never been able to see all, and tonight was no exception. The torches and candles dimly lit the room, but the red light in the corner, shining down on the cross, sent a chill through her body. she held back a gasp but could not control her giggle. She giggled when she was nervous and His dungeon always made her nervous.
He led her to the corner, past the collection of ropes, chains, cuffs, and cats hung neatly on a rack. When they reached the corner, she looks around trying to get a better glimpse when she feels his hands pulling her arms. He quickly secures her hands above her head to the cross, and her ankles to the bottom. she gasps a deep breath as He places the blindfold over her eyes, removing her last hope of being able to prepare for His next move.
The room goes dark as the blindfold is pulled tight from behind. She gasps and a startled jerk tightens the ropes around her wrists, as she feels His hand moving lightly over her tits. His hand is soft, warm and strong as it moves over the contour of her left tit, fingers curved, the tips tracing the outline; He cups the left tit in His hand, feeling its fullness and weight as one would judge the weight of a cantaloupe. she moans softly, as He removes the nipple rings and chain, His mind weighing the possibilities for this set of tits He has lashed to the cross for His pleasure. He turns and reaches for a length of rope.
Folding the twisted hemp in half He positions the rope around her left tit, close to her body and passes the ends through the loop. He wraps her tit with the loose ends and a quick weave knot secures the first rope. He reaches for the second, repeating the process on her right tit. The wrappings hold her tits rigid and thrusting forward, with the nipples exposed. A quick pinch of both nipples forces a soft cry and causes the nipples to harden. Turning again He selects a length of twine whose diameter matches the length of her erect nipples. A quick slip knot in each end prepares the twine to be placed over each nipple and tightened. Stepping back He reaches up and removes the chain hanging from the pulley on the ceiling. An S hook connects the center of the twine to the chain as He takes His seat facing His helpless beauty.
After a brief pause to allow her insecurity to grow, He slowing begins tightening the chain so that the nipples are pulled upwards. A delightful pain shoots through her nipples as she gasps and attempts to lean into the pressure stretching her nipples but the restraints hold her in place. He stops and examines His work, taking pride in her reaction and thinking how lovely she now looks, spread eagled, hands above her head, legs spread wide, tits bound and nipples stretched upwards. She is now ready to begin. Taking His riding crop, he silently approaches her.
