Cindy felt her whole body vibrating like a turning fork to her Master's touch as he folded down the lace around the top of the half cups of her corset. Even before he touched her exposed nipples they became rock hard. A low moan escaped her throat as he caressed each with his thumb. Master Richard leaned closer, his breathe full of peppermint and Gran Marnier as he whispered in her ear.
"This body belongs to who now?"
"You, Master Richard, it belongs to you."
"And what is your responsibility, Cindy?" Cindy sucked in her tummy, knowing the words he wanted to hear her say.
"To keep this body clean and ready for your use at any time, sir."
He leaned down and caressed each nipple with his lips before taking each into his mouth and sucking on them as his tongue whipped back and forth. Cindy moaned and stood in tip toe, thrusting each breast out for his attention. His hand slowly slipped down her body, his finger tips trailing across her tummy as, then her mound of Venus. By then her body was shivering in anticipation, her pelvis thrusting forward, begging him to take what was his. His finger found her clit, eliciting a deep sigh as she closed her eyes in ecstasy, his lips touching hers in a long deep kiss, his tongue slipping between her open lips. There was no hesitation now, no second thoughts just total acceptance of his ownership of her body.
"Are you ready, Cindy?" She knew what he meant, the caning.
"N... no, Master... I'm scared." A small sob escape her lips.
"I know you are... would you prefer something else beside the cane?"
"Yes, please, Master... anything."
Cindy felt him take hold of the large 'D' ring on the collar he'd switched for the velvet one. This was a thick black leather dog collar with studs and ring. This was also locked around her throat, as were the leather wrist cuffs. He led her over to the end of the pulpit and pushed her gently forward. Cindy felt her stomach tighten in expectation, seeing that the device was not in a different configuration. Instead of the food hold in the platform, the device now had padded arms for her to kneel on. Sucking in a deep breath, Cindy knelt on the arms and lean forward over the sloped top. This was also adjusted to support her tummy. Butterflies churned in her stomach as she leaned over the top, where upon her Master bucked the wide belt around her waist. Even that was sufficient to extract a small sob from her lips, knowing she was going to feel completely trapped and helpless again. Master Richard then hooked the 'D' ring of her shoes ankle straps to the device, confirming her suspicion that was what they were for. Before he even reached for her arms, Cindy reached back, offering her wrist cuffs to his waiting hands.
Somewhere below, Cindy heard an electric motor hum and felt her knees gradually pulled apart until she was completely exposed. The 'forced' vulnerability of the position sent an almost electric feel through her body, almost as if he was reinforcing his ownership of her body. Leaning over as she was, her breast hung like ripe fruit, waiting to be picked, while her bottom and sex were completely exposed, open, available and waiting to be use. For a moment the wild thought surged through her brain, that in this helpless position, Master Richard could bring in any number of men to avail themselves of her body and she was helpless to prevent them doing anything they wanted. Beat her, whip he, and use her pussy or ass as they wished. She suppressed the erotic thought and concentrated on what her Master was doing.
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For his part, Richard Masters stood back, admiring his latest prize, and what a beauty she was. Young, vibrant, beautiful and completely exposed and helpless. In a way he marveled at how quickly Cindy had succumbed to the temptation of bondage and servitude, remembering her recent act of submission by kneeling before him and willingly accepting his collar. That's she' already surrender to him hours before while in the embrace of the pulpit only added spice to her final act of submission. Now came the acceptance of her gift and her gradual decent into complete bondage. If treated right, she would accept that from now on, and maybe for the rest of her life she would be someone property, his he hoped for a very long time, but he'd hoped that before but it was not to be.
Picking up a small glass of amber liquid from the bookshelf he trailed his fingertip over her bottom and up her back, eliciting a shiver from her in response. Cindy lifted her head as he walked around in front of her and held the glass to her lips.
