She stood quietly, hands tied behind her back. She wore a slinky black evening gown, which she had put on to impress him. Her hair was up in a sophisticated arrangement, and she looked lovely. He sat contemplating her beauty while she stood nervously wondering what he would decide. She could see his cock pushing against the material of his pants and knew that he was aroused by her body.
"So lovely….yes, you are worth the trouble." His voice came softly, almost to himself.
She knew what he meant instantly and sighed inwardly—there had a been a very real chance that he would send her away, and that she could not have borne.
"But you have been very bad, so I am going to punish you now. Then we will decide how to proceed." His voice was tight with both desire and anger.
He grabbed her by her upper arm and pulled her forcibly with him into the warehouse that adjoined his living quarters. He released her hands from behind her back, and then handcuffed her again with her hands in front of her body. A hook hanging from a chain from the ceiling was looped through the cuffs, and soon her arms were pulled tightly above her head, forcing her to stand on tiptoe. Her large, full breasts strained against the low-cut fabric of her dress, nipples peeking out over the top.
He busied himself behind her for some time. She heard noises of metal parts being moved around and then heard the door open to the outdoors. A muted whooshing sound came to her, and it took a minute for her to place it: the sound of charcoal lighter fluid catching fire!
A small knot of fear began to grown within her. How angry was he with her, she wondered? He wouldn't do anything to maim her would he? Surely not! It would ruin his enjoyment of her beauty, she told herself. But still, the nagging fear worried at her.
He returned and moved to stand in front of her. A gleaming blade caught the light. She whimpered as he raised it to her throat. He carefully inserted the razor sharp blade between her breasts and slit downwards, neatly severing the material of her dress. It fell away from her naked body and pooled at her feet, forming an expensive pile of ruined silk.
He smiled as he viewed her lush naked body. The huge breasts hanging limply to each side of her rib cage, nipples large and light brown and begging to be sucked…or tied and whipped, he thought with a smile. The soft curve of her belly guiding his eyes down to her shaven, velvety cunt. He ached to fuck her, but knew that he must not—not yet anyway—the coals were not ready.
He amused himself while he waited by tying nooses around her huge breasts and then running the ropes over a small pulley above her head. He added weights to the end of the rope until her breasts were stretched nearly straight upwards and a significant amount of her body weight was being supported by their soft, succulent flesh. Her nipples were swollen and purple and he knew that they would ache. He smiled to himself as he wondered whether she thought this was her punishment. It was merely a preview; a mere indulgence. But she didn't know that.
She whimpered as her breasts began to ache. The ropes were so tight! Would he hang her by them, as he had threatened in the past? Or would he flog her now and then forgive her? Her cunt was becoming wet and her clit tingled with excitement—surely he would need to satisfy his raging hard-on soon. She squirmed as she imagined the feel of his big cock inside her again.
He left her hanging by her wrists and tits and went outside again. When he returned, she could smell the familiar odor of charcoal burning. What was it for though?
