When we left Megan last she was on her knees at the feet of the man who had shown up at her work as she worked late into the night. The story continues from there.
Megan did not know how long she was on her knees on the floor of that office. The cool air of the AC blew softly against the back of her neck, sending more shivers through her body. The blindfold over her eyes cut her off and made her feel more vulnerable. The chain connecting the clamps on her nipples jingled slightly as the nerve endings in her body tingled with a new awareness. Fingers linked together behind her back which was stiff and sore from kneeling at her new master’s feet. The position thrust her breasts forward and arched her back with her ass resting on the heels of her feet. She guessed she presented a compelling picture, her large breasts heavy and chained. Her soft round behind still felt warm from the spanking he had given her earlier. Her legs slightly parted giving the slightest glimpse of the wet slit nestled there. She could feel the juices leaking down her upper thighs and could even fell the dampness on the heel of her foot where her ass rested.
Try as she might she could not explain the sensations running through her body. How could she respond so completely to what he was doing to her? All of her life she had considered herself to be an independent female, she could remember as a child she would never let her parents do things for her, she had to do it all herself. She was always standing up in debate to tote the banner for women’s rights and against any injustice. Never once had she had a qualm about speaking her mind to anyone. In all the relationships she had in her life she had been the dominate partner, maybe that was why she found each one disappointing and ended them quickly. Megan had had the occasional force filled fantasy and yes they always helped her cum quickly when she masturbated. She could even reluctantly admit to herself now that when she did read erotic works of other writers she did gravitate to the non-consent writing, but never once in all that time did she ever contemplate it actually happening to her.
Megan attempted to separate her mind from her body and try to get a picture of what was happening before her. The blindfold completely blocked her sight but the nerves in her supple skin were definitely picking up on other things. Like the heavy smell of a cigarette and the soft caress of the smoke as it escaped his mouth and drifted across her already sensitive skin. She could tell he was sitting in a chair due to the soft scraping sound as he moved the chair, and the creaking of the leather when he sat down. The soft slide of material against more material helped her guess that he had crossed his legs.
“I can tell what you are doing, little girl.”
Megan took a quick breath as his voice broke the silence. The inhalation pushed her chest forward and sent the chain swinging against the sensitive skin below her massive chest. Her pussy lips pulsed once and more juice leaked from her.
“I can tell by the way you tilted you head you are trying to get a sense or your surroundings. I think you need something else to occupy your mind.” She heard the leather creak as he shifted and the scrape of his shoe along her skin as his foot hooked the chain and tugged her forward. Pain exploded through her body as her already sensitive nipples were jerked forward. She moaned loudly as she feel forward her hands slipping from behind her back and landing on the carpet breaking her fall. She crawled forward as he crossed his legs again, the movement bringing his foot and her breasts upward.
“Put your hands behind your back Slut.”
Megan could fell a tear slide down her cheek as she returned to her former position, this time with her nipples and breasts tugged upward now that her chain was above her. The pain was slowly ebbing as new pulses of pleasure raced from her nipples down her nerves and pulsed at her clit.
“You will learn little girl,” His voice whispered over her, “It is just a matter of time till you become completely mine. You jus don’t seem to realize you are over 80 percent mine already. The more you fight me the harder it will be for you.”
His foot released her chain and she could hear his movements as he stood up.
“Stand,” Was all he said.
She quickly complied.
He moved up behind her and taking her by the waist he pushed her forward. She walked barely aware of where she was going. After moving about ten feet or so his hands tightened on her waist signaling her to stop. His hands slid up her waist and under her breasts, each hand taking one. His hands squeezed hard and moved them around this way and that pulling the skin tight aggravating her nipples. Her whimpers filled the silence as the musky scent from her pussy filled her nostrils. Suddenly his hands dropped her breasts the heavy weight bounced and jiggled, the pressure from her nipples was too much and Megan screamed.
“Oh you like that don’t you little girl?”
Megan shook her head in denial, even as the word escaped her lips, “Yes.”
SMACK! She jumped slightly as his hand landed on her rounded ass cheek.
“Wrong! Try again.”
“YES MASTER!”
“Good but I think we need to drive that thought into your head.”