Twenty Tones of Red

by Pauline Montford

  The gate let out a short squeak and she strained to hear footsteps on the path. The tread of James’s shoes reached her then a key turned in the lock. After more little clicks a blast of fresh air brushed her skin then she felt eyes on her and heard her master’s voice.

  “Evening slave.” He put some things on the hall dresser and she heard him walk nearer. “It seems you forgot your ankle cuffs.”

  The game she was playing was highly passive aggressive and she mumbled her reply as pathetically and meekly as she could. “Yes sir, sorry sir. I also forgot your ironing. I only remembered the command after I’d handcuffed myself.”

  He was silent for a while and when he replied he sounded hesitant and confused. “You forgot the cuffs and the ironing?”

  “Yes. Sorry sir. They were selling replica Egyptian jewellery on the shopping channel and I got very distracted.”

  There was a long pause. “The shopping channel? Slave S you have a degree in IT and Business Studies. What the hell were you doing watching the shopping channel?” She said nothing and he continued. “Well I don’t know. I’m going to get a drink. Stay there.” The last comment was quite redundant as it would have taken her ten minutes of frantic yanking and straining to escape her chains.

  She heard him moving around in the kitchen. The fridge was opened with the hiss of an air seal and a clank of bottles and then he came back and sat in the hall chair. She was fairly sure that he was sitting drinking from a cup of juice. He was probably running over her behaviour in his mind and she knew he would only come to one conclusion. The un-ironed shirts and shopping channel rubbish had been deliberately poor excuses. What he would realise was that he’d been too distracted with his work to dominate her properly for a few weeks and her misbehaviour was a demand for attention.

  He finished his drink in silence and she enjoyed feeling his eyes on her. The evening sun had moved round to the front of the house and was pouring through the stained glass in the door panels. Long creeping fingers of coloured light were creeping across the antique stone slabs and had nearly reached her knees. She’d become part of the old house; another beautiful object decorating the hallway just like the antique table and beautiful paintings.

  After a few minutes she heard the rustle of cloth and he spoke to her again “Well now slave. You had just three little tasks and you failed two of them. That means I will have to give you a long and severe punishment.” He moved near her and she felt a big piece of cotton being placed over her head. When he’d tied it in place she caught a tantalising waft of his body scent and realized that it was his shirt. Now that she was blindfolded he unlocked the chain that kept her tethered to the staircase and gave his first command. “Follow me slowly on your hands and knees.”

  He set off and she went after him like an obedient animal. The tiled floor was hard against her skin but she kept pace and soon they were at the staircase that led into the cellar. He reached up and unbolted the door then guided her downwards. As she took each step her excitement grew. Their underground play space was the most serious they had. This was where the heavy-duty action took place and it was exactly what she was in the mood for. So pleased was she in her success in manipulating the situation that by the time they reached the foot of the stairs she was struggling to suppress a smile.

  With firm and forceful movements he manoeuvred her to the wall then unlocked her handcuffs only to fasten each of her wrists into straps bolted to the brickwork. A second later he was working around her feet and soon he had her legs spread apart and her ankles firmly secured.

  She couldn’t resist wriggling to test the bonds, the sensation of being helplessly spread and open to him was just what she’d been craving and she felt her heartbeat increase with anticipation. She imagined herself like an exotic butterfly with its wings pinned back for examination; she was helpless and open for scrutiny, punishment or stimulation.

  She knew that the right hand bolt had been weakened and if she hung all her weight on it and bounced up and down for several minutes it would bend and then eventually break. It was a necessary failsafe mechanism which enabled him to leave her alone with some degree of safety. As with all their long term captivity systems it was by no means easy to get free and was only something that she would do when pumped with adrenalin when it was really necessary.

  In the meantime she wriggled seductively and waited for his next move. She thought perhaps she’d heard the scrape and creak of a chair and guessed that he’d pulled up a seat and was sitting studying her. The suspicion was confirmed when she felt a warm calloused hand closed around her thigh just above her knee and he started to speak.

  “Well, well. I have to say I’m shocked by this bad behaviour. This is a serious lapse. A well-trained slave might make a single mistake occasionally but to deliberately disobey orders and sit around watching shopping channels. Well that’s.... I guess all I can say is that it’s partially my fault. I have been working a lot and I’ve been neglecting the discipline...” His hand started to slowly inch up her inner thigh and her breath caught in her chest. She sensed him move a little closer and then he continued. “This is easily fixed however. Training and punishment in large doses ought to set things right.” His hand was nearly at her pussy and though she was listening to him her mind was wondering whether or not he was going to touch her. When he did reach her sex he very softly skirted his index finger around the crease at the top of her leg and for the briefest of moments a spark of electricity passed across the surface of her taught skin and rippled around her pussy. Then he was gone, his caress moving up towards her breasts. She squirmed; trying to push herself on his hand but it was too little too late.

  He was a master of the art of slow and deliberate tease and there was no way he was going to do anything as obvious and direct as touching her quite yet. Instead his hand slowly skirted around her tits then walked up her throat and found its way to her lips then into her mouth. She sucked shamelessly on his fingers then he pulled them away. There was a violent yank and her silky black teddy was ripped from her. It was only a flimsy thing but his strength and determination surprised and secretly thrilled her. There was something animalistic about his desire to see her naked and it was deeply gratifying. His fingers took her saliva to her breast and started tweaking and rolling both her nipples in her own spittle.

  He could obviously sense the extreme pleasure she was getting from his fondling and stopped. Her situation was about punishment not pleasure and he knew when to move from one to another. She heard his footsteps fade then the creak of the stairs and knew that she had been left alone. Her naked body was still throbbing and tingling from his touch but she was absolutely helpless to do anything about it. She was his toy to play with and punish as he desired.

  He returned about five or six minutes later. She heard the rip of plastic then pieces of sticky tape were gently pressed against her bikini line and inside the top of her thighs. A smooth oval was gently positioned against the top of her pussy and held in place against the bud of her clitoris. The next thing she felt was a small plastic box being strapped to her hip and she knew exactly what he had in mind. With a flick of a switch the smooth plastic egg started to buzz. The tape only held it loosely against her but that was deliberate. That meant that the vibrations were infuriatingly faint and although she could feel delicious tremors moving between her legs the pressure was too weak to produce a satisfying effect. She was being tantalised and nothing more.

  For a few minutes he seemed to think it enough that she was chained against the wall with her most intimate places being teased but it was inevitable that pain would be mixed with the infuriating amount of pleasure. He came close to her and teased and toyed with her breasts for a while then she heard the terrifying rattle of chains and metal clamps were clipped to each of her tender buds. It was painful but not unbearable. She knew from experience that the real pain would come when the clamps were taken off and the blood was allowed to circulate again. In the meantime it felt as if a couple of sha
rp pins were being pressed into her breasts and her mind struggled to cope with the variety of sensations that were rising through her body.

  An expert in slowly building up scenes he left her again for a few minutes and she guessed that he’d gone to fix himself a drink or a snack. When he returned he had another piece of gear in his hand and he took delight in teasing her with it. As soon as the nub of rubber pressed against her mouth she knew that he was going to insert a penis gag. Before fitting it he teased her by pressing his fingers against her tongue and moistening her lips and chin with her own saliva.

  There was something naughty and delicious about what he was doing and the most wanton and shameless part of her wished it was himself he was thrusting into her so that she could pleasure him. Instead a three inch length of rubber phallus was pushed into her mouth and the thick straps tied tightly behind her neck. The gag was cleverly designed to not only silence her but also remind her of her subservient position and create the continuing sensation that she was providing oral pleasure for her master.

  For a while he stood close to her and whispered tormenting phrases in her ear. He told her that she was a slut and a bitch who needed punishing and each time he used one of the deliciously degrading words she felt a flicker of excitement. It was very much her own language being played back to her as it was she who had told him how much of a turn on she found the verbal abuse.

  Occasionally he pressed the vibrating egg a little firmer between her legs and she felt her arousal start to build. The point was not to give her pleasure but to torment her and he always stopped before she could become too turned on. He continued the torment by playing with her breasts and pulling on the chain that held the pincers on her nipples. Without warning he released the clamps and stabs of pain exploded in her chest. She let out a fierce gasp behind her gag. The pain intensified for a few seconds until she thought it would become unbearable then it faded and she started to breathe again.

  Next there was a ripping sensation around her thighs that reminded her of a waxing at the beautician’s. He was removing the tape that held the vibrating egg to her and she was deprived of its stimulation. Leaving the gag in her mouth he then moved to her ear and told her in a slow tormenting voice that the next stage of her punishment would be clothes pegs and a whipping. The memory of the pain in her nipples was still raw in her mind and she was acutely aware that she was about to experience a level of pain that would leave her breathless and weak.

  In the true spirit of sexual torture he left her to enjoy the thought of what was to come. Her hypersensitive body had flushed her mind full of hormones and pleasure chemicals to such an extent that while she wriggled against the wall with the penis gag firmly in her mouth she could feel her own slick wetness building between her legs.

  She had no idea how long he left her for. When he returned he crept up quietly and the first thing she knew about his presence was the terrible grip of a wooden peg being closed around her inner thigh. She gasped through the gag and he continued; moving carefully up both her legs then putting a couple on the outer lips of her pussy. The whole area below her waist was a pin cushion of tiny spikes and her breathing was short and difficult.

  There was more to come. He started again with pegs around the tight taught skin of her belly then moved up to apply them to her breasts and under her arms. He knew exactly where to pinch and left the pegs in all the most sensitive and delicate areas. Most painful of all he finished by applying a clip to each of her nipples. The swollen pink buds were already outrageously tender from their earlier torture and when the wooden teeth closed around them she pushed a desperate gasp of air down her nose and out around her gag.

  She was stretched taut and throbbing but the sensations were bearable. The pain never rose to become overwhelming but it never faded. He had successfully stimulated every inch of her and as usual he sat back for a while to watch. She heard the creek of an armchair and knew that he was observing her predicament. She hoped that he was stroking and touching himself too; after all she was helpless and on display and what was the point if he didn’t take pleasure in it? Although it was unspoken she knew that on most of the nights they indulged in serious play he pleasured himself whilst she was hooded and blind.

  She heard rustling and knew that he was preparing for another stage. It would be either more clips or a beating and she couldn’t be certain which.

  A slap came out of nowhere. It was a multi-tailed whip and he was using it to knock off the pegs .The next blows came quickly and were across her chest. They hit her breasts and a line of clips flew off. Blood rushed to the spot and every nerve in her body seemed to flash alive.

  He increased the pace and soon the strands of the cat of nine tails had knocked all the pegs from her body. Every inch of her skin was on fire but slowly cooling. He came and kissed her gently and tenderly around her ears and jaw line and she squirmed. He knew the tender places that drove her wild and the gentle touch of his warm lips was a powerful contrast to the sting of the pegs and whip. The pleasure was only temporary. Without a word of explanation he pulled away from her and she heard him tread up the stairs once again. He was playing the scene to perfection. She had experienced intense stimulation, burning pain and humiliation and now that her body was throbbing like a single excited entity he was leaving her to reflect on her predicament

  It’s difficult to tell how time is passing when one’s body is hyper-aroused and one’s senses are distorted. As the burns and stings subsided to a steady throb she lost track of the passing minutes and drifted into a soft sensual daze. She floated in her own dreamy space for a while then rose slowly to the surface of reality. The glow of pain-released endorphins gradually faded and as her heart beat slowed she became aware that she was tired and thirsty. Her mind began to drift to the tightness in her wrists and ankles and her desire for a drink. This was the stage when a scene was beginning to reach its end, she was no longer being stimulated and her endurance had been tested close to her limit. She was certain that he would’ve been thinking about this and waiting to release her. Sure enough she heard him return a few minutes later and he stood for a while stroking the marks and welts all over her body. He must have decided that she was still capable of tolerating a little more punishment because he then set about preparing the next scene. The shirt was unwrapped from her eyes but before she could adjust to the light a black cloth hood was pulled over her head. It was pulled tight at the neck and she was plunged into an even deeper darkness. She then heard the buzz of a motor and instantly knew what he had in his hand. It was a Hitachi magic wand, their most powerful and effective vibrator. Without giving any more warning he pressed the head of the toy between her legs and she almost melted with the rising pleasure. Breathing heavily through her gag she felt the muscles in her thighs and tummy tremble with exquisite sensations and was focussing on enjoying her blossoming orgasm when his voice was suddenly near her ear. “Where are you out of ten slave? Shout it out.” It was part of the orgasm code that they used. She was required to tell her master how close to orgasm she was and that moment she decided she was already very near. “Seven master,” she murmured through the gag. Her voice was garbled and muted but he was close enough to make out the number. The top of the machine was angled a little tighter on her clit and the breath-taking pleasure increased even more. “Eight master.” She panted. “Nine master.” The very core of her was just about to explode in tremendous blissful release when he pulled the machine away.

  “Good girl.” He said in a voice deep with a gravelly sexiness. “I’ll just let you calm down a bit.”

  He left her for a few minutes then without warning she heard the motor again and the vibrator was back against the folds of her soaking pussy. “Out of ten slave!” he demanded again.

  “Eight master…eight and a half master…nine master…I’m cum-” The toy left her flesh and the sensation started to reduce. She’d been so close she thought for a moment that she would be able to will her orgasm to completion with th
e force of her mind and imagination. She couldn’t. Bit by bit her body relaxed and her climax melted away. His hand went between her legs and explored her. She shivered violently as he slipped a couple of fingers inside her and pulled them away soaking with her juices. “That’s all you’re getting for now slave,” he said close to her ear and then she heard the delicious sound of him sucking his fingers. He left her and she hung on her bonds gathering her breath and reading the sensual messages pulsing from all over her body.

  When he came back to her he was silent. She sensed him examining her and then she was unchained and the gag was taken from her mouth. She swallowed and licked her lips with relief, enjoying the liberating feeling of gaining control of her own mouth again. The scene was now to change. The extreme punishment was complete and now it was time for more subtle play.

  As he led her up the steps by the chain around her neck she wondered what was coming next. Whatever it was going to be it ought to be interesting. By being extremely and deliberately disobedient she’d given him the strongest code she could that she wanted extreme punishment and she wanted a lot of it.

  At the top of the steps he made her kneel and proceed on her hands and knees. She was still blindfolded so she relied on the tugs on her lead and her knowledge of the house to make sure that she didn’t bump into things. She felt cool tiles against her skin and knew that they were moving into the kitchen. He had presumably eaten and drunk as much as he liked but she hadn’t had anything since lunch and was becoming increasingly hungry. He must have known this because she heard the scrape of something ceramic and guessed that he’d used his foot to move a bowl in front of her. His hands reached down and rolled up the cloth of her hood until it sat across her eyes. “That’s your dinner you hopeless bitch,” he proclaimed icily. It was a good act and his use of the b-word gave her a shudder of excitement.