Sam shivered as she stood naked in front of the closet mirror in her room. She had never tried anything like this before and couldn't tell if the shivers running down her spine were caused from nerves or the two cold brass rings that hung from her erect pink nipples. Her petite breast firmly stood out, presenting themselves for anyone who might see her through the open window. Slowly she reached and gently pulled them leading herself against her own will.
Scared and excited, the range of emotions coursing through her body as she gingerly reached in-between her legs. The cold metal bar through her clit felt like it was throbbing. Carefully she pulled out the recluse knob, it sent chills up and down as she lightly rubbed her dry fingertips across its head.
A Sharp "crack" and a thin red line instantly formed just below her taunt pale ass cheeks. "Playing with yourself without asking for permission." Another crack broke the silence followed by the sound of her lungs gasping for air that so quickly escaped.
This time the red streak stretched across the tops of her small taunt breast. "Failing to greet me properly at the door. And..." brushing her hair away from her red swollen eyes, "This is because I can." A quick and accurate swing brought the thin leather crop down on her exposed clit. The sheer white burning pain instantly brought her to her knees. Gasping for air her mind exploded in white pain as she nearly fainted from the sensation. Drifting off into the white noise.
A rough grasp of her ruby hair from its very roots sent shivers from the crown of her head to the tip of her toes. Pulling her up by her hair, the master's voice broke through the haze. "I'm glad to see you too slut. Now how about thanking me for the orgasm you so obviously don't deserve."
With a quick release of the hair, Sam fell to the carpet. Her tongue hung uselessly out as she gasped for breath, her blood boiling hot from her pussy on out. Crawling on all fours, she turned and licked the master's feet. "Thank you, this slut deserved her merciful punishment. Please let me suck your cock. I need your cock in my mouth, I'm so thirsty!"
Eagerly she eyed the growing bulge in Master's crotch. "Damn girl, your just a horny slut that need her mouth full of cock twenty for seven aren't you. Well go ahead, but keep your eyes open. I love the look right as I rip down your throat ." Gingerly she pulled the zipper down on the tight leather pants. The pants fit like a second skin showing the Master's restrained bulging cock just waiting to be released. Her mouth water at the mere thought of sucking on this hot veiny cock, the sticky semen filling her mouth and nose. The smell would be stuck in her head for days. His dominance would be absolute.
Her tongue darted out over the tip of the head for a minute, tasting the salty sweat of being restrained against it's will. Delicious. Opening her jaws wide, she throated the whole member on the first go. Al the way to the base of the cock, her gag reflex working only to intoxicate her mind with an impossible request, to breath. The Master grabbed a handful of hair and tightened his grip. She slowly started moving her head back and forth, catching a breath in-between thrust, allowing her throat to be used as pleasure hole for her Master.
Her eyes watered as they stayed open and stared helplessly up at his grinning face. He always enjoyed seeing the twinge of pain on her face. It was, satisfying to see another human completely under his control. The very air she breathed required his permission. Now she faced him, a far cry from the strong business women he had first known her to be.
The very example of feminism, she was a prominent lawyer that had many high profile cases under her name. And was portrayed as a leader in the fight for woman's right. He had meet her in the elevator when he was going into court to pay a stupid traffic ticket. He sat down waiting for his name to be announced. He noticed a white remote control under the chair in front of him. Picking it up, he noticed it was still warm from being stored in someone's pocket. The remote had one adjustable level with no visible markings.
Curiously he played with the level pushing it to the max. A sudden gasp from the prosecuting lawyer startled the room. Her hands quickly covering her mouth to prevent another outburst. The defense and the judge both looked surprisingly at the prosecutor. "I'm sorry your honor, hiccup." Her voice, trembled just the slightest. As she turned to sit, her eyes scanned the room and noticed the puzzled look on his face. "Stop that" her lips mouthed quietly. He looked down and lowered the setting on the remote.
The truth was starting to dawn on him. Hiding the remote in his pocket, he slowly raised the setting again. This time, coordinating it with her turn to question a witness. "And when did you notice....Your honor...I mean, excuse me. I just need a moment to catch my breath."
Slowly he raised the setting, watching as she glared dagger eyes back at him. Here, in the her court room, he had her dancing like a puppet. Every-time she tried to talk, he started playing with the remote causing her voice to change pitch. He could cause her eyes to close if he brought her close to the edge.
It was so obvious, the judge asked if she was feeling alright. She raised her open palm to reassure his honor, just as he turned the lever to the highest setting. Her open palm closed into a tight fist as her eyes shut tight and she began to uncontrollable grind in her seat. "I'm....feeling just a little bit out of it your honor. I would like to request a recess for a few minutes if I may."
