She knelt down by the door of the bathroom, completely naked, her hands clasped in her lap, her head bowed. The short copper hair was tussled, but her overall appearance was neat. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her today.
He stepped out of the shower, completely naked. He chuckled. "My my, someone doesn't like clothes very much," he noted, very pleased with his slave. She was in position, didn't bother with frilly knick knacks, and was ready to serve him.
She blushed furiously, but she knew that he was pleased.
"Are you blushing? That's cute," he teased her. His voice took on a more serious tone as she remained silent. Such a good little girl. "Now then, I have a surprise for you," he told her, walking over to a drawer.
"What is it, Master?" she asked meekly. He usually didn't have that many surprises for her, and when he did, it's because she's been an exceptionally good girl. What had she done to deserve a surprise?
He opened the drawer and took out two pieces of black leather, one short, one long- a collar and leash. He felt she deserved them, after serving him for so long with such loyalty. Then again, that could be a matter of his teaching her.
She beamed when she saw the collar and leash. Her own collar and leash! Her Master was exceptionally pleased with her. "Thank You, Master. You honor me, Master," she told him, tilting her head back so he would be able to put the collar on easily. The soft leather was snug against her throat, but not tight, something she enjoyed. The added weight of the leash was equally comforting, knowing that when she was wearing that collar and leash, she was safe, and that she was with her Master.
"I have one more surprise for you," he told her, and she perked up. Two surprises in one day? She must've been a very good girl indeed. The thought caused in between her legs to become a little wet with excitement. Today would be a very good day indeed.
He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small rabbit vibrator- another one, with multiple settings, but this one was also remote control. If he desired, he could have this shoved up her cunt or her ass, and take her out, and watch her try to keep composure as he would randomly turn it on and off.
She smiled softly at the sight of the rabbit vibrator. She had about four of them now, but she knew that this one was different. "Thank you, Master," she said.
"Now, let's head downstairs," he told her softly. Downstairs was where their sex dungeon was, and she got even wetter in anticipation.
"Yes, Master. Do you want me to walk or crawl, Master?" she asked. She had never asked this question before, because she didn't have a collar before today, and she felt excited about it.
"Crawl until you get to the stairs; then you may walk down," he said, tugging slightly at the leash. She leaned forward and started to crawl on her hands and knees, tits hitting the cold tile, then hard wood floor. When they came into the living room, the soft carpet seemed harsh to her nipples, but still she crawled, always behind him, head bowed, tits swinging back and forth, brushing against the carpet.
He looked back at his slave, and he smiled to himself. The black collar contrasted nicely with her pale skin, and her tits looked marvelous, just hanging down, brushing against the carpet. He hadn't played with her tits in a while. Come to think of it, he hadn't given her a good, proper, whore beating either. He decided on that, and his rod grew stiffer, if that was possible.
They got downstairs, her back on her hands and knees as soon as she had gotten off the last step. He locked the door behind them, joking that they don't want anyone to come in accidentally. She agreed, and waited for her orders. Being in the dungeon always gave her such a thrill, and she wondered what Master had in store for her today.
"Let's start off simple," he said. "Post, blindfold, and handcuffed. You are to put on the blindfold first then walk over to the post, where I will do the rest."
"Yes, Master," she said obediently, selecting her favorite blindfold. It was her favorite because it blocked out so much light. It was made of a dark black velvet, and it covered her eyes completely. She tied the blindfold around her head, and she couldn't see.
He led her over to the post, using her leash and collar, and put her facing the post, the post straddling between her tits. He attached her hands to the top of the post and attached a spreader bar to her legs, so everything was open to him. He could see that she was already wet, and decided he knew how he was going to start the nip play and the beating. He walked over to the drawer and wordlessly removed two small vibrators and walked back over to her, where she has remained silent the entire time. Such a good little slut.
He turned on both vibrators next to her ears. She jumped at the sudden sound, used to the silence by now. He chuckled, grabbed body tape, and then stuck both vibrators, still vibrating, on her tits. She moaned and squirmed a bit. He let her do that for a bit, stroking her wetness, nibbling along her shoulder. She tried to break free, so she would find some relief.
"Ah ah ah, that's not for you to do," he told her gently, turning the vibrators off so the room was in complete silence. He walked over to the table, and carefully considered his options. He finally decided on the black leather whip that drives her crazy and walked over to her, whip in hand, completely silent. She was silent as well, knowing very well not to speak unless spoken to. He separated the strands, and started rubbing them in her pussy. She moaned, feeling the leather stroke her most intimate parts, finding some comfort in the leather rubbing there. He lifted a few more strands up and started stroking her crack with them. She moaned loudly.
That went on, and then he took the whip away from her, but he still held onto it. What fun is having a whip if you don't get to use it? He studied the different angles, trying to figure what would be best. Just a few strokes should do it, it'd drive her even more insane. He raised the whip silently and did three quick strokes in rapid succession on her ass. She gasped as the hard leather hit her ass, and she counted them half quietly, half loudly. He did three more, then waited, then did one more. Seven strokes. They barely broke the skin, and they at least made her ass red.
"How many strokes was that?" he asked her, wanting to make sure that she knew.
"Seven, Master," she replied, moaning.
"Good girl," he told her, walking back over to the table and picking up nipple clamps. He very rarely had the chance to use these, so why not? He walked back over to the post, walked in front of her, and started playing with her tits, taking off the vibrators. She mildly flinched when the tape came off, but she didn't yell. Once her nipples were nice and hard, he attached the nipple clamps. She gasped and moaned as she felt the chain get attached to the clamps. They felt almost foreign to her, Master rarely used them. She squirmed as he played with her breasts, around the nipple clamps before yanking the chain up so that her breasts were being held up.
He walked back over to the table, picked up another vibrator and the body tape, walked back over to her, and taped the vibrator to her pussy, setting it on low. She moaned and squirmed, feeling her orgasm building. He set the vibrator to medium, enjoying seeing her resist against the pleasure her body was giving to her. He stroked his cock, making sure it stayed hard. He doubted that it would, seeing her the way she was tied to the post, her hands above her head, her nipples clamped and her breasts pulled upward, the red marks on her ass slightly fading, her feet attached to the spreader bar, seeing the vibrator taped to her cunt. . . It was a delicious sight, and he drank it in. He walked back over, hearing her whimpers, and turned the vibrator to high and shoved it into her pussy.
"No, please, Master, I don't want to cum yet," she groaned, her body trembling as she denied the release.
"Now, why's that, little one?" he asked her, stroking her back.
"Because I want to cum on your cock, Master," she replied. She wanted him to fuck her, only when he's fucking her does she typically allow herself to cum, unless it was on his express orders.
"Very well, then." He turned off the vibrator and took it out of her cunt. Inserted his fingers, felt her soaked to the bone. He brought the liquid up to his nose and smelled the fresh juices before offering his fingers to her. She took them into her mouth, tasting her own juices. He lined up his cock and shoved it into her tight pussy. She moaned in ecstasy, thanking him. He nearly pulled out, then shoved himself back in, hitting the very back of her pussy.
She matched his hard thrusts, going just as fast as him, and it wasn't very long before she felt herself tightening up. Her whimpers grew louder as he continued to fuck her, feeling that his release was near soon. Just as she exploded, her juices running down his cock and down her thighs, he squirted his hot seed inside of her, filling her up. She could feel the cum mixed in with her juices, running down her legs. She collapsed against the post, grateful that it was there and that she was being supported.
He breathed for a bit, smiling happily. "Well, that was a fun one," he commented as he undid the handcuffs from the pole, the chain from her nipple clamps, and the spreader bar. She grasped onto the pole as tightly as she could, determined not to fall.
This did not go unnoticed by him, and he inquired about it. "You okay?" he asked, making sure that she didn't completely collapse to the floor.
"Yes, Master," she said, catching her breath. That was unbelievably delicious, but now her entire body was extra sensitive, as it typically was after a big orgasm. She hoped that there would be sometime for her to cool down before the next round.
"Now you will stay blindfolded and will walk to the next location. I will still guide you by the leash like the dog you are, understand?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she replied, feeling like she caught her breath, but her body was still on fire. She fell onto all fours and allowed him to lead her to the next place.
He led her to a table and around the table a few times before tugging on her leash to let her stop. She stopped, going into present mode. He smiled. He pulled the leash towards the table. "Come on. UP. Onto the table."
She managed to pull herself onto the table, still feeling weak and somewhat sleepy from the orgasm, and she laid there, her arms above her head, her legs together.
He got up onto the table silently and quickly got on top of her and started sucking her nipples. She moaned and squirmed, trying to calm her body down. His lips felt like teeth. She felt his teeth sink into the flesh around her nipple clamps, gently nibbling. She started whimpering softly. He smiled and slowly kissed all around her breasts, up her body along her neck, up and down her neck and nibbled on her shoulder. She continued whimpering and strained against her bonds, nearly crying underneath the blindfold. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem for her, but it was. She was in pain, and she didn't know how to make it stop. He nibbled up her neck to her earlobe and started nibbling in it. Fire penetrated her and she whimpered loudly as he pulled on it.
