He entered the bedroom to see her in position, kneeling on the bed, legs spread wide, head down, hands back. His command had been properly followed, after, of course, she had taken a moment to check her ass for fresh welts. Under the curtain of her hair and behind the film of pain-tears, her smile was brilliant. She bore His marks, and she was certain she'd be feeling this weekend for the rest of the month.
"Very good, slut." His voice was mellow, His demeanor relaxed. Her "punishment" had served them both well, her ass was glowing, marked, and he could see the wetness on her inner thighs. "Are you ready to follow my commands again?"
Her body shuddered slightly under the caress of His voice. Her own, tight and quick, answered "yes, sweet Master." His face split in a grin. "We'll see if you find me so sweet in an hour slut."
"Yes, Sir." It was a struggle to keep herself from saying I will always find You sweet, Master, especially Your cock, but she knew impertinence would most likely her a much less pleasurable punishment this time. Instead, she tried to control her stuttering breath and shuddering body. She had no idea what was next on His agenda, but He had promised a full weekend, and she was hoping for something new. "You are to stay as I put you, unless otherwise ordered. And no matter what is done to you, slave, you are not to cum until I give you permission. Understood?"
The slowing breath caught in her throat. Orgasm denial? Certainly something new, but she wasn't certain she was up to the challenge. She settled her heart before answering. "I can try, Sir."
His hand came down heavy on her hot ass, drawing a half-stifled scream from her. "You'll do more than try, slut." His voice was harsh now. "You'll do as I say."
"Yes, Master." Fresh tears fell on the bedsheet. Sweet agony filled her and her hands clenched, determination growing to do as He wished of her, contemplation of the feat fighting it down, and realization of the promised final outcome making it strong again. She knew He could draw this out for hours, but she had been told, and read, that denial made the orgasm all the more amazing when it was finally granted. She consoled herself with that idea and focused on the heat of the welts on her ass cheeks, pulling awareness away from her throbbing clit and the aching emptiness she felt in her cunt. She moaned as she felt the back of His cool hand caressing the stinging marks, examining His handiwork.
"Good girl." The hand left her and she could hear Him moving deftly across the room. In her minds eye, He glided. The grace of His movements, strong and cream-smooth, made her hot every time she even thought of Him. She exiled the image and focused on the welts again.
She was surprised when she felt the blindfold slip over her head; she hadn't even heard Him return. Stiff sheepskin-lined leather cuffs went around her wrists and ankles, fastened securely with padlocks. The click of the locks echoed and reechoed through her head. Then He gently guided her to an upright kneeling position.
A gentle kiss on the back of her neck, swiftly followed by a collar matching the cuffs, wider and heavier than the one she usually wore. She fought to hold back the shaking of her body, but the tremors grew despite her best efforts.
Her arms were pushed out away from her body, and she held them there as HE wrapped her torso in a heavy leather corset. It was sheepskin lined, as were the other appliances, and extended from an inch below her breasts to the top of her hips. She was shocked. He must have been planning this for a long time, for this new corset was obviously custom made; it fit her too perfectly. Five padlocks secured the front, cool air penetrated it at the small of her back and several other spots along her spine.
His hands guided her to her stomach, arms out in front of her, legs together. The leather around her midriff felt more like wood, stiff and ungiving. It bit lightly into her ass cheeks, reminding her of the delicious pain of her earlier punishment. Pressure on the bed rocked her out of her reverie, and she realized her Master stood above her, one foot on either side of her leather-clad torso. Her body tightene4d involuntarily, then she heard the click of a climbers clamp on the corset, then another, and two more. He leaned over and she could feel Him attaching clamps to the cuffs at her wrists, then turning and the same clicks echoed up to her from her ankles. Then His weight was gone, and she heard nothing for eternal minutes.
Finally, the movement of her body was heralded by the creaking of a rope, and her torso was lifted, dragged to the left, until she dangled over empty space, her arms, legs and head limp. Again came the creaking noise and she felt her arms and legs lifted simultaneously, to the point where she felt stretched to the limit, the stiff leather of the corset biting her ass and upper back. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her soaked pussy completely exposed.
She felt like an ornament, hung here so far from the ground. Hair dangled around her face, hiding red embarrassment at being so exposed and helpless, every angle and nearly every inch of skin available to Him. The corset supported most of her weight, and she felt almost as if she were floating there, the only discomfort coming from the points where the leather dug into her hips and shoulder blades.
Adrenaline surged through her body when she felt His lips and tongue press firmly to her clit. The cry that issued from her throat seemed to hover forever in the air as He sucked the juices off her engorged flesh, running His tongue up her labia, cleaning her thoroughly. He then ducked under her helpless form to plant a quick and flavorful kiss on her mouth. Returning to His former position, He deliberately let the chains held in His hand jingle, informing the floating slave of His intentions. The trembling in her body trebled as she felt His large, cool hands spread the lips of her pussy even farther apart and the rubber edged clit clamp was slowly, teasingly applied. As His fingers left the clamp, she realized a small weight dangled from the end of the chain. The ecstacy was agonizing; she knew she had to fight it, not give in and let herself cum at the sheer pleasure the dangling weight was causing. Tears welled again, and her moans were choked with sobs.
A small sting brought her back a little as He slapped her inner thigh with a narrow strip of leather, then proceeded to fasten it two inches below the juncture of her sex. Another short slap of leather on her other leg and a metallic snapping noise as a twin thong was placed around her other thigh. Her cunt was spread wide again and the freshly-shaven lips were clamped, held open by her shaking legs.
She was trying desperately to control her body's reaction to this new situation, because each tiny tremor caused the weight suspended from her clit to swing freely, bringing her ever closer to the edge. If she started cumming now, there would be no forgiveness. She would be thoroughly punished, she was certain; perhaps even sent away for a month, denied the pleasure of her Master's company, the joy of kneeling at His feet.
His voice teased her ear. "Comfy, little one?"
Had she been capable of it, she would have laughed at the absurdity of the question. Instead, a half articulated plea for reprieve joined her sobbing moans.
"Not yet, My love." His soft lips kissed away some of the torrent of tears. "I've only barely begun." She felt His smile against her cheek. "Am I so sweet now?"
She couldn't answer verbally, merely nodded as best she could on her shaking, heavy stalk of a neck. His laugh caressed her cheek with the same sweetness His lips had moments ago. "Oh, you are precious, my pet, so very precious. Now, you will answer the questions I asked a little while ago, before your spanking. Who does the body dangling here belong to?" His hand glided across the tenderized flesh of her ass.
A tremulous answer came from her, too quiet to hear.
His large hand came down hard on her right ass cheek, the smacking of flesh against flesh impressive in the small space. It was over shadowed by her scream as she fought off what felt like an undeniable impending orgasm. The vibration of the slap and the involuntary jerk of her body in reaction had set the weight to swinging in a quick and erratic arc. His voice came again, close to her ear as before, not nearly as gentle. "Answer me so I can hear you whore."
She bit her lip a little harder then necessary to bring herself down again, then pushed the words out as loudly as she could. "You, Sir, this body belongs to You."
His other hand came up and tenderly rubbed the soft flesh between her dangling breasts. "And this heart?"
