The pain shooting through my body as the second nipple clamp was tied off on the swing bolt in the floor was minor compared to the rest. Master had set the scene perfectly... a long time fantasy of mine... and His delightfully sadistic nature had truly come to the fore... but there was so much more to come.
When i arrived at the playroom He had required me to strip in the hallway before entering His presence. Clothing offends my Master. He believes that no woman should be clothed and that clothing should never hide a slave from her Master.
Leaving my clothing folded neatly in the hall, i got down on my knees, reached up, and turned the door handle. i then moved onto all fours, pushing the door open with my head, and crawled to just inside the door.
The concrete was cold against my hands and knees, and colder still as i laid my upper body onto the floor, pressing my face against it. i lay there quietly, awaiting permission to enter the room fully, and noted that the lighting was dim in this room.
my Master was standing over a table with His back to me as i entered... but i knew, He knew, i was there. i am a part of Him, and He of me... therefore He is always aware of me even when we are apart... and i feel Him close no matter the miles that separate us. It is the nature of the slave/Master relationship. It is what tells me that no matter how much He hurts me He will never harm me, because to harm me would be to harm Himself.
Even so, i was nervous as i knelt on the floor... i could feel my heart beating rapidly, the growing moisture between my legs... i focused on those feelings to try to shut out the cold, so much so that i jumped, startled as i felt His hand brush across my ass...
He didn't speak at first, merely coming down behind me, examining me to make sure that His preferences had been seen to.
i smiled softly, knowing that He would be pleased to find His cunt is bare and smooth to His touch... but my smile turned into a moan as He slipped a finger inside of me. i attempted to hold very still as He tested my inner walls, seeking out my g spot. A true test of my training...
He rubbed against it in silence, my breathing and moans filled the room...
i had to fight back the orgasm that would naturally occur under such circumstances, as my hips were moving with His hand. Just as i reacedh the brink of what i could stand He pulled away, and i nearly collapsed to the floor... barely holding myself in position.
"Mmmm, good girl," He said, and as my breathing slowed.
i smiled with pride.. i'd passed the test.
"All Fours," he said.
i brought my upper body into a crawling position once again. Master placed a collar around my neck... nothing special... not a pretty collar, or a claiming collar... but a dog collar, a simple leather strap with a D ring. To the D ring He attached a chain and gave it a gentle tug. i began to follow Him across the room, wagging my ass like a tail, as He had commanded me so many times.
In the center of the room, beneath the single bare bulb providing the only light, was a wooden board, suspended from the ceiling. To the left of the board was a table, and though i couldn't see the top of it from here i knew that Master has carefully laid out His tools of choice so that they would be at His disposal. In front of the table was a deep leather chair, red in color. To the right of the sawhorse was a bed, covered in plastic. The bed had been placed on a deep piled blue rug.
Master attached my leash to the steel swing bolts in the floor next to the wooden board. To this point i hadn't noticed that they were there... Knowing that this is where i would stay for a time, i assumed Master's preferred kneeling position and rested my face against the floor, wishing i were on the rug under the bed.
"Have you been good?" Master asked.
i'm never sure how to answer this question... if good meant have i done my best to represent my Master positively in all things the answer would be yes... if good means that i have thought of Master nearly constantly the answer would be yes... if the question is have i stayed out of mischief the answer is probably no... because i tend to be mischievous, but not in a negative way, in a playful way. i assume one of the previous 2 and respond.
"Yes Master, i have been good."
my voice came out trembly at first, but grew stronger because i know it bothers Master when He can't understand me.
i cred out as Master smacked, open handed, across my ass...
"You're a good girl. Kneel Up."
Rising to my knees i watched as Master reached over to the table and took 2 items from it. Chocolate brown eyes widened at the clawed nipple clamps. Lifting each breast in His hand, Master placed a clamp on each nipple... i didn't believe i was ready for this much pain, but Master knows best. i moaned in pain as each clamp closed around a nipple. a sharp inhalation of breath proceeding each moan... i could feel my legs growing damp just at the top of my inner thighs.
"Lay on your back, legs spread wide, hands behind your head."
