How much time has passed? Minutes? Hours? She is not sure but dusk has been and gone and now the room is lit cosily by a glowing moon and the odd candle placed on the wooden surfaces. Shadows flicker and dance on the high walls, she convinces herself she can see faces in them and swears they are mocking her in her slightly delirious and paranoid state.
Her body and mind suddenly snaps back to reality. Her senses alert once again although she cannot decide what brought her back out of the depths of her thoughts. A burning ache instantly pulsates throughout the length of her arms. She remains still and assesses her situation as best she can in her confusion.
She is on her knees on the bed, the feeling of cool soft sheets beneath her. She looks up slowly, her wrists are bound tightly. The rope, which cruelly bites into her soft skin, is threaded through a pulley system secured to the ceiling above her, drawing her arms above her head. She tugs gently, realising there is a little slack in the rope and attempts to lower her heavy aching arms but only managing an inch or two before she cries out in pain as her nipples are pulled fiercely.
The teeth of heavy clamps sink brutally into her soft tender nipples and she quickly realises that lowering her arms is going to result in the clamps stretching her nipples further. She looks down at herself, groaning as she sees the deep purple colour that the buds of her stretched nipples have become. An intense ache fills her between her legs as she admires their appearance. She has always loved how her nipples look when adorned with clamps or clips but she has never seen them looking so beautifully abused as they do right now.
A gentle click sounds behind her as the door is slowly opened. She is so desperate to look around but is too concerned that any movement is going to further increase her discomfort. She feels a sudden rush of relief, thinking Sir is here to help her out of her bonds, to wrap her in his arms and hold her, sooth her.
She feels his weigh pressing on the mattress closely behind her, causing her to sink lower into the bed, most likely a deliberate action with the intention of making her loose her balance. Her arms instinctively lower to steady herself but only manage to move an inch or two at the most before a pathetic whimper leaves her lips as her nipples are punished for her thinking she has the right to move freely.
He moves closer, gently gathering her hair from her shoulders, and with a quick twist of his wrist he wraps it tightly around his fist, pulling down until the back of her head is resting against his shoulder. She feels his breath warm on her exposed neck as his lips glide lightly against her tingling skin, "Now, now girl, I would stay still if I were you".
She feels his intense gaze scanning her as he looks down over her shoulder, knowing those deep piercing eyes are admiring how stretched her nipples have become as her arms have gradually forced themselves to droop. She sighs deeply, contemplating forcing her arms down, knowing that if she did it hard enough it would pull the clamps free from her nipples. She quickly decides against it, knowing that her relief would only be short lived while Sir thought of some cruel way to make her pay for her disobedience.
She bites her bottom lip hard in concentration, desperately trying to remain silent, knowing that if she can cope with this then he will reward her later with the cuddles she loves so much.
Her concentration is quickly shattered as she feels her hair released before he yanks the rope roughly. She cries out loudly, tears quickly streaming down her face as her body falls forward. His quick movement painfully released her body from it's predicament, and her arms, still held tightly together by the rope, fold up across the front of her body so grateful for being released from above her head. She feels the coolness of the sheets against her cheek, rocking slightly as she tries to comfort herself, so grateful for the blood flow to finally return to her twitching fingers.
He watches her fondly for a moment as he gently strokes her back, the tenderness of his touch gratefully soothing her. He allows her a couple of minutes like this, shushing her cries and reassuring her she has done well. Leaning forward he rests his body down against hers, his fingers find one of her sore nipples and he tugs roughly. Her cry of pain serves only to increase his erection which is now pressed sharply into the small of her back through his clothes.
She had hoped he would allow her longer like this, she loved being close to him so much, the moments where they were still, when their bodies were close and where there was no pain, just warmth. But this was not to be, not yet. "Up!" he commanded, the tone in his voice almost challenging her to make him ask twice.
She lifts her body slowly, heavy with her exhaustion and rests on her knees. He climbs off the bed and removes his clothes quickly, taking a moment once he is undressed to admire how deflated she looked whilst understanding she still has work to do.
