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I wanted to growl at Mark again. I was too desperate for release to want any of the options right now. But I knew accepting one was the only way to my ultimate pleasure. My body was so needy I decided on slave play in the hope that I would be servicing Mark in my favourite ways.
“Option 3, please Sir,” I said with more confidence than I felt. Yet I felt the pulsing between my legs growing stronger at the humiliating prospect of being his slave.
“Interesting,” he retorted. “Stand up straight and hold that position, my slave.”
I did as he commanded and watched silently as he fetched some items from the other side of the room. His return was punctuated with a sharp slap of the crop against my left breast.
I winced with pain and shock. The shape of the crop end stung at my breast.
“Remember a slave should always have their eyes downcast,” Mark admonished.
“Sorry Sir.”
A second strike landed across my right breast, catching my nipple and making it throb. Mark sighed loudly. “It should be Master.”
“Sorry Master.”
“Better!”
He lifted up the collar he had fetched and encircled my neck with it. He clipped the leash into place. I kept my face expressionless, but I was smiling inside, I enjoy my collar and leash.
He then revealed what was in his other hand – a pair of nipple clamps with a chain between them. My smile faded; I struggle with nipple clamps. I quickly find they become too intense for me. And Mark is well aware of my views on them. “Perfect for a slave,” he breathed huskily.
He took my left breast in his hand and started to play with my nipple. Pinching, twisting, pulling, teasing. It felt good, but I could not enjoy it. My body too aware of what was to come.
When Mark was satisfied that it was perfectly swollen and erect, he reached for the clamp. He pinched one end to open it fully, holding it open over my nipple. He paused and waited. We could both hear the raggedness of my breathing. And then he released, allowing the jaws to close tightly around my nipple. I wanted to cry out, but I knew better. Instead, I just let out a long slow hiss as I tried to control the pain.
He knew I was trying hard and let my utterance go without further reprimand. “Silence for the next one,” he cautioned.
I exhaled slowly. “Yes Master.”
Again, he played with my nipple until it was fully aroused. But this time there was no pause. The implement was brusquely clamped in place, and I bit down into my lower lip to keep myself silent as the sensations surged through me.
Mark stood before me. “Eyes on mine,” he instructed. I did so and he grinned back at me. I felt a wash of apprehension, wondering what next. He held my gaze as he looped the leash through the chain between the clamps. He gave the leash a little tug and both clamps tugged on my nipples, causing a fresh wash of intensity. I bit down on my lip again.
“I thought you would like my new idea,” he smirked. “What do you say?”
“Thank you Master,” I uttered despondently. I hated his new idea. My nipples were already throbbing in their imprisoned state.
“One last thing, I think,” Mark continued, and he fastened my hands behind my back with a red ribbon. “Now time for some fun. I have a little game in mind. Please kneel while I explain the rules. Kneeling upright, heels together, knees spread wide.”
I moved carefully. My movements restricted by my restrained hands, but also by the clamps on my nipples and the plug still in my rear. Every movement triggered hints of pain and flamed my neediness.
“I will be standing here before you. I name a body part of yours and a body part of mine,” Mark began. “You move as quickly as possible and start pleasuring that part of me with that part of you.”
My mind whirled at the prospect of moving fast but I was also hopeful as to what some of the choices might be.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes Si… Master.” The tip of the crop landed directly on my exposed pussy before I had even corrected my mistake.
“There will be consequences for mistakes,” he stated calmly.
“Sorry Master,” I managed through gritted teeth.
“Wonderful, then we shall begin. We will start with an easy one. Your mouth, my balls!”
I quickly shuffled forward on my knees and tilted my head backward, so his balls hung against my mouth. And then I started to lick and suck and slobber on his balls, desperate to please my Master.
Mark moaned softly as I did so, and I knew he was enjoying the feeling.
“Enough,” he said, and I could hear the reluctance. “Not a bad start for a slave.”
“Next,” he continued. “Your tits, my cock.”
He immediately started to tug at the leash, pulling at my nipples and forcing me to kneel up higher. It felt awkward with my hands tied and the chain in the way, but I managed to slide my breasts around his cock, and I could rock up and down to stimulate him. I felt a drop of pre-cum against my skin.
“Your mouth, my arsehole”
I groaned inwardly. This is not my favourite activity. Mark stood stationary while I shuffled, ungainly around him. A slap of the crop landed on my backside. “Faster,” he encouraged.
I brought my mouth to his rear hole and started to lick at it. The crop landed on my bottom again, harder this time. “Tongue, deeper,” his tone firmer this time.
Without the use of my hands, I could only use my face to burrow between his cheeks. Then I stuck my tongue out and pushed it into his arsehole. I worked in and out, jabbing at him with my tensed tongue. Mark groaned pleasurably and I heard a sigh of “Good girl”.
He took his time, letting my tongue pleasure him. The humiliation of the scene and the act aroused me further.
Eventually, he told me to stop, and he reached round to untie my hands and he unclipped the leash.
“You do make a good slave,” he sighed. “Now down on all fours please. Back flat. Bottom towards the chair.”
I again adopted the desired position and listened. I could hear Mark making himself a drink. The tinkle of the ice cubes hitting the cut glass. The pouring of a small measure – whiskey, I guessed.
His footsteps as he walked back across the room and settled in the chair next to me. The sound of him taking a sip of the delicious liquid. And then the cold of the glass against my back as Mark used me as a table for his drink.
My body tensed. I knew I needed to remain still so as not to spill a drop.
He leaned forward and I felt his hand on the left clamp. I took a deep breath and tensed further. Another wave of pain surged through me as he released the first clamp and the blood flooded back to my nipple. He repeated on the other side and again I managed to remain still.
He sat down and took another sip from his drink. I readjusted my position slightly before the glass was again placed on my back.
Mark’s hand trailed from the drink, across the curve of my lower back and to my bottom. His fingers paused on the end of the butt plug, gently playing with it, stimulating me further. The need to stay perfectly still just heightening every sensation for me.
Finally, his fingers moved lower, trailing over my pussy.
“You are so very wet,” Mark breathed. “Given you have been an obedient slave, it might be time for a little pleasure.
So, time for your next choice.
Option 1, I will use my tongue on this soaking wet pussy, licking you until you cum over and over.
Or Option 2, I use a vibe on your clit and a dildo in your pussy, again making you cum many times.
Or for Option 3, you might like to cum with my cock inside you.
What is your choice?”
Option number 1 Katie.5a tongue in your soaking wet pussy.And you cumming over and over .
Thank you. Always a popular choice! x
I would choose option one now.
A good choice and one of my favourites. It was very close between option 1 and 3 x