Chapter 7: Talking with Cindy
Cindy had been a good slave for quite a while. She'd received her share of spankings and humiliation and spent a lot of time with nipple clamps on her heavenly breasts but hadn't had a major punishment in quite a bit. She definitely didn't deserve what was about to happen to her.
I woke her with a kick to her door. By the time I unlocked and opened it she was kneeling properly, her blanket and pillow shoved behind her. She looked a picture, it was hard not to kiss my sweet Cindy. I could tell she was hopeful that today wouldn't be too painful, anxious to please if that was what I required.
"Come out and stand up, dear."
I instructed my slave. She obeyed and I took the chance to glide my hands over her tempting body. All mine to do with as I please, whatever I desire. And that day I wanted to abuse her. Poor girl.
I took her to the bathroom and stayed inside as she took care of herself. I was enthralled, like always, as I watched her sitting on the toilet, showering, brushing her teeth and pulling her recently dried hair into my favorite style, a pony tail. Someday I'll have to teach her to be my pony girl, it only seems appropriate.
We went to the play room and I sat in the master's chair. I told Cindy to fetch the clover clamps and a pair of cuffs. She returned promptly and handed them to me. Turning her around I locked her wrists behind her, taking a moment to admire her bottom. She has such a spankable ass, I wonder how many times I've struck it. The ever-present plug was there, her best friend nestled between her round cheeks, always reminding her that I can do anything I please with her magnificent body.
"Turn and kneel, slave."
She got down on her knees facing me and presented her tits, knowing what was next. Her nipples are just made for clamps so she wears them almost every day. Her soft pink buds get so sore. She occasionally asks me to massage then for her, even though she abhors asking for any sort of intimate contact.
I stroked her nipples until they were aroused, standing tall and begging for attention. My slave hates it when her body responds against her will. Sometimes I tell her she won't be punished if she can keep her nipples from getting hard for three minutes but my fingers and lips always win the contest. After fixing the familiar clamps on her I pushed her head down onto my cock. She got right to work, as expected. Her skilled mouth making me fully erect in no time.
"Good girl, now stand up and turn. Spread your feet and touch your toes."
With Cindy in position, her ass and cunt on display for me, I stepped behind her and pushed into her love hole. She wasn't wet at first but her saliva was enough for entry and the penetration soon caused her to lubricate. I fucked her at a comfortable pace and the chain from her clamps bounced off her face as it dangled down from her chest.
My filthy slut soon began to enjoy herself, juicing up nicely and even trying to push back with what little leverage she had. I doubted she'd be able to cum but that was fine, I assume she likes being teased.
After a pleasant while of this I felt my own orgasm approaching and buried myself in her warm, wet softness. I pumped my seed deep into her body, claiming her as mine once again. Cindy dutifully turned and cleaned our fluids off my cock while I enjoyed the post-orgasm glow. My need for sex was satisfied but my need to hurt and humiliate my girl was still burning strong.
"Come with me, sweetness."
I led her to the punishment room and refastened her hands in front of her. I chained them to the ceiling, pulling her arms over her head to keep them out of the way. Not too high, leaving her gorgeous tits sagging just that perfect amount. I wound a slim rope around the base of one of her breasts, wrapping the successive strands closer to her chest. I did the same with her other breast. Soon they stood out beautifully round and swollen, slowly turning darker as the blood became trapped in her precious mounds.
"My lovely girl, you look so nice this way! Don't you think you look pretty?"
"Yes, sir. I look very pretty for you."
she answered reluctantly. My slave has learned, through cruel punishments, to say exactly what I like to hear from her. Such a good girl.
"Yes, you're all ready for today's fun."
I freed her hands and gave her a couple toys to carry back to the play room. She took a cane and flogger in stride but shuddered at the cattle prod. After adding a narrow leather strap I led her back into the play room. She followed, looking submissively at the floor and holding the instruments of her approaching torment.
There was a plain but sturdy wooden table in the play room that she must have noticed before. I had built it just for my Cindy. I hoped she appreciated all the time and effort I put into finding creative ways to hurt her. I'd make sure she thanked me later. She's very good at expressing her gratefulness with the right incentive.
After she placed her toys on the table I fastened her hands behind her. I had her kneel next to the table, resting her bound breasts on the hard, flat surface. The side of the table she was facing was 6 feet long. The width was two feet. I had bolted it to the floor to ensure it stayed in position. On Cindy's side there was Plexiglas from the tabletop to the floor, between the two legs.
I had two U-shaped metal bars with the ends threaded like a bolt. These fit over her tits and through four conveniently placed holes in the surface. Reaching under the table, I screwed nuts on the ends, ensuring the curved rods couldn't be lifted. I pulled one of my girl's nipples across the table towards me, getting as much flesh as possible under the curve of the bar.
"Lean forward honey, give me all of that tied up titty."
I tightened the nuts further, clamping her tit down with the bar fitting behind the ropes I had used earlier. I repeated the process on her other swollen mammary, locking her to the table by her precious boobs.
Cindy was truly scared now, she knew this was going to be a painful ordeal and her chest would be taking a battering. Her wide open eyes followed my every move for some clue as to what her immediate future held. I let her stew, she'd find out soon enough.
Next I brought over another Plexiglas sheet. It had two half circles cut out of the bottom edge and she must have known what they were for. The two legs on Cindy's side of the table extended up about four feet above the tabletop and I secured the clear pane to these. The bottom of the pane was resting on the table with the holes fitting just over the clamps locking her to the wooden suface.
My slave was now separated from her tits by a transparent wall. I removed her wrist cuffs leaving her unbound except for her helpless chest. She could speak, struggle, thrash, or wave her arms but her gorgeous tits were a world away from her, despite being in clear sight.
I pulled up a chair and sat directly across from my fucktoy. I smiled at her and gently brushed my fingertips over the taught skin of her bosom. Untying the ropes I carefully unwound them from her chest, thoughtfully making sure not to give my poor girl any rope burns as I pulled them from underneath her swollen breasts.
With some of the pressure relieved her tits weren't ballooned quite as round. There were lovely lines circling them were the rope had hugged her closely but those slowly faded as the clamps were tight enough to make her swell up again. I fondled the vulnerable globes and watched Cindy's face as she looked around, examining her situation and avoiding eye contact. She grimaced, displeased but knowing that any verbal protest would land her in even more trouble.
