He stood by the door as she came out of the bathroom and waited until she slid to her knees to crawl. “Yes, Master.”
He nodded, he left the door open, and began walking down the hall. It was the same path she’d taken before but in reverse. He stopped at the room he’d punished her in and she was terrified of what he had planned. She stopped and knelt the way he had taught her, looking up at him. Wanting to beg him, but knowing it wouldn’t help.
“Rule three for today, you don’t look at me unless I ask you to or make you look at me. Understand?” His voice was so angry still, and she tried to be quiet as she dropped her eyes to the floor and started crying again.
“Yes, Master,” she said shakily. The door opened and he moved inside, she crawled until she was just inside the door and then she knelt again. Knees spread, hands on her thighs, back straight, head down.
He slammed the door next to her and she jumped, expecting him to hit her. He didn’t. He just walked away from her and she heard something being dragged, but she didn’t dare look up. It felt like forever as she heard the clank of metal, the sound of a cabinet being opened and closed, a drawer. Finally he commanded, “Come here.”
Thalia whimpered but crawled forward until she saw his shoes and then she sat back into position.
“Good girl, now stand up.” As she did she noticed the heavy metal frame next to her. There was a bar just above her head leading to two large triangular sides in front and behind her that seemed to balance and hold the thing steady. Leather cuffs hung from the top rung, and towards the floor was a lengthy of shiny rope. “Straddle the rope, Thalia.”
“Yes, Master.” She did and he quickly grabbed her wrists and locked them in the cuffs, her hands bound above her head but not fully extended. He leaned down next to her and slid something on the frame in front and behind her and then he brought the rope up between her legs. A knot had been tied in it, and he moved it to just below her pussy. Then he reached behind him and revealed another silver vibrator, she immediately jerked on the cuffs and started shaking her head.
“Master, please -” She had planned on begging for mercy but he slapped her. It stung sharply for a moment and then she was left with the shock of it.
“Already forgetting the rules? I told you I wouldn’t accept any more of your slips.” He moved close to her body, the fabric of his shirt brushing against her nipple and it hardened. His hand slid between her legs and her hips bucked as he pressed against her clit, she was already wet and he laughed softly. Shame made her blush and bite her lip.
“Such a good little slut.” He slid the vibe inside her easily and secured it with a set of straps around both thighs again. Then he flicked it on and she squirmed as her body reacted instantly. A soft moan escaped her lips and she heard a beep just before he grabbed her hair and kissed her. It was rough, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to meet hers and then pulling back again so he could bite her lip before turning his head and kissing her hard again. She found herself moaning, and pulling at the cuffs. She wanted her hands in his hair again, so she could lean into the kiss. The kiss was nice, so much better than when he was angry. His palm cupped her breast and pinched her nipple, she gasped but he tilted his head again and kissed her harder. Then his hand moved to the other breast and repeated it, she was squeezing her thighs together as the sensations ran together.
Then she screamed.
A violent pain came from her nipple and she looked down to see a clamp on it, leaving it dark red, a thin chain came from it and he ran this over the bar above her head. “On your toes, Thalia.” When she paused he reached behind her and spanked her, waking up the welts that were still healing. She rose up on her toes and he pulled the chain and then latched the other clamp on. She screamed again and as she tried to lower her heels to the floor she realized the chain was too short. If she lowered herself much at all the clamps pulled on her nipples painfully. Her tears had started again and then his hand returned to her clit, and with her pussy filled with the vibrator she was assaulted by the pleasure. It twisted in her head with the pain from her breasts and she moaned.
“It could be like this all the time, Thalia. If you’ll just obey me,” his fingers worked magic over her clit, moving her closer to the edge, her breath coming in fast pants, “then you’ll find you can be happy here. So. Very. Happy.” He punctuated his last words by pressing the vibe harder inside her each time.
“Yes, Master.” She gasped as she neared the edge, and he stopped his fingers. Then he removed his hand completely and her hips tried to follow. She bounced in the restraints out of frustration and was only rewarded with pain as the clamps dug in. She heard another beep.
He’d turned the cameras off? To hide what he’d said? Or the kiss?
“Yes, Master,” she said, as he placed the rope up against the lips of her pussy. Then he slid the rope between them, adjusting it until the knot rubbed against her clit. The sensation was odd, it was nowhere near as satisfying as his touch but every slight shift of her hips made the knot rub against the core of her. He adjusted something on each side of her and the rope seemed a little more taut between her thighs.
“You have my permission to come as many times as you can manage.” His hand ran down her backside, squeezing her ass as he walked past her. “I’ll be back when I think you’ve had enough.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” She was so confused, how was this a punishment? The clamps weren’t comfortable but as long as she stayed on her toes they didn’t hurt much.
“Good girl.” His voice was closer to the door, and then she heard it open and shut behind her. Then music came on, some kind of low thrumming beat with wordless vocals mixed in. It was beautiful in an eerie way.
Shifting her hips Thalia grazed the knot again and the pressure on her clit sent a shudder of pleasure through her. He had wound her up and left her wanting, but this time he’d told her she could come.
Probably so she’d put on a show for his friends.
She yanked on the cuffs above her, but only made the bruises on her wrists tender by doing it. She contemplated just staying very still and waiting for him to return, but then there was no difference to the other tortures he’d put her through. She knew she’d end up grinding against the little knot between her legs eventually.
As if her body knew what she was thinking her hips twitched forward and her clit rubbed against the bundle of rope. She gritted her teeth to stifle the little moan that rose up inside her. The vibe grew stronger and she found herself trying to press harder against the knot, but as she pushed down towards the rope her breasts were pulled upward by the clamps. She winced and lifted herself back up on her toes and away from the firm pressure against her clit. She whimpered as the intensity of the vibe changed and her pulse was suddenly pounding between her thighs, her pussy gushing and her hips twisting as she tried to get more pressure.
“Please...” she whispered to the empty space around her. Her back arched and she bit her lip to press herself against the knot, rocking forward even as the pinching in her breasts got worse. Instead of the pain pulling her back from the edge she imagined his hands on her nipples, pinching them as he thrust inside her. And as the tension rose in her belly she didn’t even care that it was his voice she heard in her head.
Then she came, hard, her legs buckling momentarily which caused the clamps to pull tight on the chain. Her moan became a scream and she pulled herself up by her arms until she could stabilize on her toes again.
“Dammit!” She shouted, exhausted already as she fought to still her shaking legs. This was the punishment, she’d drive herself to orgasm but her body would fail her in that moment, yanking her back from the pleasure with a too sharp pain, only to start the cycle over.
The vibrator had backed off for a moment after she’d come, her breaths coming harshly, and then it revved up again, her body still too close to the edge, her pussy hot and even wetter. It was hard to think clearly with the overlapping sensations, the tightness in her
nipples and their sharp ache from the clamps, the insistent vibration inside her that teased her to the edge, the way the vibe pressed deeper when she sank down onto the rope – and that center of her brushing against the knot again and again. The rope was slick with her juices, and it made it even easier to rub against, the rough pattern of the knot drawing her back to the edge again.
The second time she came she tried to prepare, tightening her arms as her legs tried to give out in the wave of pleasure that overwhelmed her. She half-screamed and half-moaned as her body fought the urge to stay standing.
She had been an idiot to think this wasn’t a part of his plan, that anything he did would result in only pleasure for her.
Except for last night.
Her mind gave her that memory suddenly. In the middle of the night, when he’d crawled onto the bed between her thighs. He hadn’t spoken other than to command her to come, but his mouth and his fingers had sent her flying. The fear of what he might do had kept her so tense that the orgasm had rocked her hard.
Then he had just left her there, panting breathlessly as her heart pounded in her ears. She had been awake for at least an hour after, waiting for him to come back, to finish what he’d started. But he never had.
Thalia lost track of how long she stood there, alternating between feet to try and save the strength in her legs. Despite her best efforts to stop the orgasms she came again and again from the combined efforts of the vibe, the clamps on her nipples, and the incessant rubbing of the soaked rope between her legs. The orgasms had crossed the boundary of pleasure and pain, each rub was a too intense brush against her clit. Her body shook with the stress of it, her mind hazy with a swirling mix of pain and pleasure. Purples and reds and blues whirling behind her eyes. As the morning passed she was using her arms more than anything, but no amount of yoga or Pilates prepared you for trying to hold yourself up for this amount of time. As the vibe changed its attack again she screamed between her teeth, arching her back as she desperately tried to relieve the ache in her arms and legs. The pleasure had faded completely; her clit was so sensitive it hurt now and her body hummed with the after effects. Her thighs were slick from her juices, her throat dry from breathing through her mouth. She’d called out to him once or twice as she’d come, yelling ‘Master’, but he hadn’t returned. Her whimpers filled her own ears, and she briefly wondered if the people on the cameras could hear her over the music. Her body started to shake, taunting her with the abyss again.
This time she begged.
“Master! Please, Master, please stop.” Her heels were threatening to drop to the floor again as her legs fought to keep her stable, she was at war with her own body. Her chin dropped to her chest and she took in another shuddering breath and screamed louder, “MASTER, PLEASE! I’M SORRY, I’M YOURS, JUST PLEASE STOP!”
Her arms shook and then she slipped and the clamps tugged her nipples sharply, dragging out a harsh gasp as she weakly tried to pull herself back up. The vibe lowered its intensity and she realized her body was quaking with her efforts to stay upright. It was going to hurt when she collapsed.
A minute later the door opened and shut quickly and then she felt his arms around her, lifting her up enough that her legs didn’t have to bear her weight. “Shh, Thalia, shh. You did so well.” He pressed a kiss to her temple as the rope fell away from her, and the vibe shut off and he undid the straps on her thighs to remove it. She was whimpering, but his strong grip around her waist held her still against his bare chest.
His lips were by her ear, “Take a breath, this will hurt.” She gasped just before he removed one of the clamps, pain seared her as blood flooded back into her nipple, and before she could react the second was released as well. She screamed and he held her tighter against him, kissing her hair as his palm rubbed gently over her aching nipples. “It’s over, just breathe.”
“Master…” she whimpered and he removed the cuffs so her arms collapsed. He leaned down and scooped her up until she rested in his arms, much like she had the first night. Her head leaning on his chest as he walked to the bed in the room. It had nothing more than a fitted sheet, no other bedding to be in the way as he crawled on top of it and laid her down in the middle.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin. His mouth trailed kisses down her ribs, over her hips where he nipped at her hipbone, and then he was pushing her thighs apart. Her legs quivered as she tried to shut them but he pushed them apart with little effort. “Don’t, Thalia.”
She was so raw and too sensitive. When his mouth landed directly on her clit she screamed and bucked her hips, but his fingers dug into them and held her down to the bed. His tongue lapped at her, but it didn’t even feel good this time. She put her arm over her eyes and could feel the warmth of her tears against her skin.
“Please, no, Master...” She was whispering, terrified of making him angry so soon after he’d stopped the punishment.
His mouth stopped and she felt him above her, his hand pulled her arm away from her face and he kissed her. She tasted herself on him, and the kiss was so soft at first. He braced himself above her with one arm, and used the other to cup her face and hold her lips to his. She kissed back and it was almost soothing in the chaos of her body, with her hands free she pushed them into his hair like she’d wanted to before and he groaned against her mouth, taking control of the kiss as he opened her mouth and swept his tongue against hers. This was good, and simple. Why couldn’t he be like this? Why did he have to be so angry? Why did he have to hurt her?
“Thalia...” His lips moved against hers as he said her name with an ache in his voice.
“Yes, Master?” She replied on a whisper, his forehead pressed against hers for a moment and she became aware her hands were cupping the back of his head, holding him to her. She let go and he pushed up from her.
“You said that you’re mine.” His voice was rough, and he was looking down her body so she couldn’t see his expression.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Was that the truth?” He still didn’t look at her, and she shifted underneath his gaze, the heat of his body barely an inch from hers.
She bit her lip, as she thought about why she’d screamed it. It had been out of desperation, fear of her body giving out. But… if what he’d said that morning was true, then she had nothing. He had access to her entire life, and even if she could get out – and he’d said he would never let her leave – she would have nowhere to go. Sometime during her punishment that reality had settled around her, and she’d realized that fighting him was only going to lead to more suffering. When he wanted to he could be so kind to her, and the things he could make her body do were surprising. Even now he had carried her gently to the bed, he had kissed her. If she would just give in, it didn’t have to be so traumatic. Whatever she was now, whatever side he had drawn out of her had changed her fundamentally. She wasn’t the same person she had been, she barely knew the person she was now, but she knew he was in control. In the last few days he had made that incredibly clear to her. Her breath hitched as her answer solidified in her mind and realigned her thoughts.
“Yes, Master, I am yours.” She said it quietly, but he moaned and kissed her hard. His hand slid between her thighs and she tried to make a noise as she was too sore but it was muffled against his mouth. She grabbed his shoulders, but she couldn’t budge him as he slid his fingers inside her. She was more than wet, coming over and over had left her slick and her thighs damp. He groaned against her mouth and she felt his knees spread her thighs apart and then he removed his fingers from her as he pushed his pants down his hips. He paused to look at her, and then he kissed her again as he held her hip in place and thrust inside her. That’s when he broke the kiss, and she winced as he rubbed against her raw clit with each deep thrust, his size stretching her again and making her ache even deeper.
“Mine.” He whispered against her hair as he thrust hard. He gathered her hands from his shoulders and held them down beside
her. She arched up against him, trying to ease the pressure on her most sensitive parts but he pressed her harder to the bed with his next thrust, and eased her thighs wider apart as he widened his own stance to push deeper inside her. Impossibly, her body seemed to be tightening towards another orgasm.
“Yes, Master.” She verified his claim and in that instant he slammed into her harder. When she felt him come, the sticky heat of his seed filling her, she came too. It wasn’t as strong as her others, her body was too weak, but he sighed against her ear as he took rapid breaths.
“Mine.” He kissed her as he slid from her, pulling her tight to his front as his arm wrapped around her waist. This time she said nothing for a moment, his face was in her hair, she could feel his breath on her neck, and she knew this was what he wanted.
“Yes, Master,” she mumbled as she finally slid towards sleep, her exhausted body mercifully dropping her into the emptiness of dreams.
Chapter Five
He still had Thalia tightly pressed against him when he woke up. For a moment he was surprised she’d stayed in his arms. Some part of him had imagined her pulling away in the night to sleep on the other side of the bed, or on the floor. Which would have pissed him off, but here she was, her warm body pressed against his bare chest.
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