Dressed in a black PVC trench coat with the outfit her Master had her wear every Thursday on underneath, Dinah knocked twice (the number of times her Master had told her to) on the door to his tenth-storey flat. She waited the long minutes until He answered the door. He always made her wait... the thoughts of what might happen tonight swimming through her mind. He didn't smile as he opened the door and ushered her in.
"Today, slave, we will be in the dungeon," He told her. The dungeon was a large room Master had had specially adapted.
Dinah walked down the hallway and entered the dungeon. She stood in the middle of the room, her posture perfect, hands by her side, chin up. Master made her wait again. She wondered what He was doing. Was He having a drink? Smoking a cigarette? Or just standing outside the door, enjoying making her wait? Knowing that the expectation was making her crazy. That her nipples were hard, her stomach tight with longing, her cunt tingling and wet.
Master entered.
"Take off the coat, slave," He ordered.
Dinah slowly undid the belt and the three buttons up the front. She slid it off, folded it and placed it on the floor in front of her. Master appraised Dinah. She knew that Thursday's outfit was one of his favourites. It was a black and white PVC maid's uniform. It had a headband, wrist cuffs with d-rings, a short black skirt that barely covered her bottom, a short white apron, a black under-bust corset which pushed her large, firm breasts upwards, white over-the-knee boots and a collar with a chain attached to it.
"Tell me slave, what do you want?"
"I want to make you happy, Master," Dinah replied, as she did every day when He asked her, "I want you to use my body however you please."
"What are you, slave?"
"I am your slut, Master."
"Good."
He slowly approached her.
"Raise your arms above your head, slave."
Master attached the D-rings on her wrists to a chain above her head. He went to the side of the room and turned a lever pulling the chain upwards, lifting Dinah onto her toes. He went to a table and picked up two nipple clamps.
Dinah eyed them apprehensively. Her nipples were so sensitive the pain of the clamps was almost too much for her to bear. She wanted to beg him not to use them, but she knew it would make no difference, and He might punish her for the insolence.
He smiled slightly as He ran his finger down her right breast and round her nipple. He opened the clamp and let it close on her. Dinah bit back a scream; she knew if she cried out she would be punished.
"Slave, remember any sound, any at all, and I will add an extra ten strokes to your chastisement."
Dinah nodded, she understood, but the pain in her right nipple was excruciating and what was worse, she feel herself getting more and more turned on. Meanwhile, her Master was lightly licking her left nipple. It was so light she could barely feel it, but already her nipple was hard. Master looked up, his sharp eyes mocking her, knowing what even his slightest ministrations did to her. He opened the clamp and placed it over her nipple, but waited before releasing it. He looked deep into Dinah's eyes; every moment she expected him to let it go, flinching in expectation.
