I took a shower when I got to my room and picked out something to wear, opting for a plain white button down, a black pair of suit pants and a brown pair of brogues. I packed a few items into a gym bag and switched on the TV to kill some time. Kristen texted me when she was ready and I went to her room to fetch her. I knocked on the door and Kristen answered it, wearing an outfit that, if I had only had one word to describe it, I would say was minimalist. And if I had two words, I'd say it was almost non-existent.
She was wearing a faux-leather open cup body harness with matching cuffs that clipped to her hips, leaving her tits and pussy completely exposed. If not for the latex stockings and black stiletto heels she was wearing, her outfit would have covered about five percent of her skin. Blonde hair dangled over her shoulders and she wore dark mascara, black nail varnish and a black coat of lipstick, perfectly complimenting her choice of attire.
"This is what you're wearing for me, huh?" I asked, approaching Kristen as she stood by the bed.
"Yes, Daddy," Kristen said. "I hope you like it."
"I do," I said as I slid a hand in between her thighs, touching her pussy which was already wet. "Very...easy access."
Kristen grinned as I set my bag down on the bedroom floor. I placed a finger underneath her chin and left a little peck on her lips. I cuffed her wrists to the sides of her harness then opened my bag, removing a collar and leash. I fastened the collar around Kristen's neck, attaching the leash to a ring at the front.
I picked up my bag and started walking, telling her to follow as I led her across the room and out into the hallway. Kristen followed closely behind as I wandered slowly to the end of the hall, opening the door that led to the basement. I led her down the stairs and stopped, fetching a blindfold from inside my bag and putting it over her eyes. I'd installed some new units since Kristen's last visit and I wanted them to be a surprise.
I opened the basement door and switched on the lights, leading Kristen inside. I walked us in a few feet then stopped, telling Kristen to get down on her knees. Kristen did so without hesitation, planting her knees on the cold stone floor and awaiting further instructions. At first I simply stood in front, the rapidly growing bulge in my pants just a matter of inches from Kristen's face. I tightened my grip on Kristen's leash, wrapping it around my fist then tugging it sharply, pulling her into my crotch. Kristen gave a tiny gasp then her face lit up with excitement as she felt my cock press against her face.
"You want that?" I asked her.
"Mmhmm," Kristen moaned, rubbing her cheek up against my cock, like a cat that wanted affection.
I moved my hand back behind her head, spinning the collar around until the leash was at the back of her neck. Then I pulled it hard, the collar digging into Kristen's throat as I pulled her head back a couple of inches.
"Beg for it," I said, pulling the leash back gently as I tightened my grip on her throat. "Show me how bad you want it."
"Please, Daddy," Kristen begged. "Please can I suck your cock?"
I span the collar back around to its previous position, giving the leash another sharp yank as I pulled her face back against my cock.
"Stick your tongue out."
Kristen did so, pressing her tongue against my cockhead.
"Lick. Slowly."
Keeping my grip on the leash, I pulled Kristen's head up slowly, feeling her tongue brush over my pants as she ran it up the length of my shaft. I kept her there for several seconds, her nose pressed against my belt as she left a few kisses on the base of my shaft. I was ready to whip my cock out and have her blow me right there, when a brand new piece of equipment caught my eye from across the room.
"Come with me," I said, loosening my grip on her leash as I pulled my cock back from Kristen's face.
I unhooked the cuffs from Kristen's hips and she followed behind on her hands and knees as I walked her across to the new installation. My newest unit was pretty no frills: a simple metal frame, just over waist height, with two bars either side, another going across the top, and two more on the ground to keep it sturdy. It looked kind of like a hockey goal but without the netting behind it. Affixed to the bars in various positions were metal rings for attaching things to, and there was black rug on the floor underneath it, giving Kristen something soft to kneel on.
I walked around behind the new unit and put her in position, in between the two side bars and underneath the top one. I squatted behind her, lifting an arm and cuffing her wrist with a thick steel handcuff that was hooked to the left bar. I did the same with Kristen's right arm then fetched two thin chains from a nearby cabinet, attaching them to hooks on the bottom bars and then to the clips at the sides of her harness.
"That OK?" I asked her.
"Yes, Daddy," Kristen replied.
I fetched two more chains from the cabinet and moved around in front of her. Attached to each one was a small metal clamp, and I affixed the first to one of her nipples. Her dark lips parted and a gentle hissed spilled out from between them as the clamp pinched tight around Kristen's nipple. I affixed the other to her remaining breast then stood up slowly. I wrapped the chains around the top bar then slowly pulled them down, watching as they lost their slack. The chains pulled taut and Kristen uttered a louder hiss as the clamps began to tug at her nipples, pulling them up just a little as the clamps pinched at the sensitive nubs, turning them a deep shade of red. I waited a few seconds to see if she used her safeword, but when she didn't, I clipped the chains around the top bar, securing them both in place.
