"But be prepared, this is going to hurt!"
That was the thought that ran through her mind on that humid afternoon. It was that thought that caused her anxiety and the butterflies in her stomach. Those were the words Master had said to her about the punishment she was going to receive. She swore to herself that she was going to be his "good little girl" and take whatever punishment he thought she deserved. But never in her wildest dreams did she expect what he had in store for her.
"You're late!"
"Traffic."
As she cast her gaze upon the floor that was the only response she could utter, but she knew it wasn't a good enough excuse. He led her to the back door, the afternoon punishments were going to take place in the woods behind his house. She was beside herself with excitement, after all this would be a first for her. The walk through the woods was unusually quiet. He did not speak so therefore she remained silent. As her thoughts wondered her body began to tremble with anticipation.
"Where is Master taking me, what is he going to do?"
Then she saw what he had prepared in the clearing, laid out before her like a holiday feast. A rope, neatly curled up on the ground, a chain strung between two trees, a post with what she assumed were ankle restraints, and of course his black bag that held his many different sex toys and punishing tools. Her mind raced wondering what he had in it this time. She realized that he was being honest this was definitely going to hurt. She could feel her pussy becoming moist and hot in anticipation of what was to come.
"Take off your shoes!"
"And now the pants!"
She quickly followed his instructions and discarded the articles of clothing by the tree. She stood in the sunlight dressed in exactly what he had wanted, a black corset, no bra, no panties and black stockings. She could feel the light breeze on her shaved pussy and was amazed by how good it felt, the slight grin on her face said it tickled.
She was feeling pretty comfortable when he bound her hands behind her back after all he had done that several times before. Next he restrained her ankles to the post which had been neatly placed on the ground where he wanted her to stand. First her right ankle and when he tapped her left foot she instinctively knew he was telling her to spread her legs farther apart so he could restrain the other.
"You will not speak unless spoken too, understand?"
"Um-hmm." She knew the correct answer was "Yes Sir" and was surprised that he had let her get by with it.
After carefully removing her glasses and setting them out of the way he put her in the dark. She had come to like the blindfold and the heightened awareness it gave her. Now she was completely focused on his breathing and tried to trace his movements by the sound of his footsteps.
Behind her now, she felt him untie the laces of her corset. She felt the strings fall between her legs and his hand nearly brush against her pussy as he passed it from back to front. Her heart quickened as he pulled the strings upward toward her wet cunt. He ran the strings between her lips and her clit on both sides, and with just enough pressure to make its' presence known he then tied it around her neck. Now with every movement of her head the string gave a rubbing sensation that caused her pussy to ache with excitement.
She felt the pressure on her nipples as he applied the clamps and tried to avoid letting the pain show on her face.
"Nice stars!"
"Thank you, Master."
She was delighted that he approved of her new nipple jewelry. She bought them because they were decorative and elegant. Master liked them because the stars were just sharp enough to deliver a nice pinch to her already sensitive nipples. She began to notice that whenever she slipped and let the pain show on her face she was quickly met with a hard, erotic kiss. Did he do this intentionally to take her mind away from the pain? Regardless of reason it worked.
"Beautiful nipples, but I'll save those for another day!"
She felt her face become warm, his compliment had made her blush. She wasn't used to a man talking to her the way he did, or how good it made her feel.
She felt him slip a rope around the binds on her wrists and after a few moments realized that he had tied her hands to the chain that was stretched above her head, enabling her to bend over easier. Now he had access to whatever he wanted, be it her pussy or her ass, she knew this and the thought made her begin to sweat. She felt helpless and completely submissive, he could do what he wanted to her and she would be powerless to stop him.
