Author's Note: This story is for all of you that have encouraged to me to write a "short" story. I realize my other story Kari's Journey is a long one but it is designed to be that way. This story is going to come to a conclusion much, much sooner I promise. After all the reality is this story is based on actual events that really happened. So enjoy part one and as always, comments are greatly appreciated.

Update (2012/10/29): Here is part 2. Part 3 will be coming next in short order. Thanks for the feedback so far and please keep it coming! I am somewhat limited with flexibility with this story as it is based on an actual event, hopefully you can understand.

P.S. I sent several more chapters for Kari's Journey over a week ago and hopefully they will be posted soon. Happy reading!

Update (2012/11/03): Here is part 3 of this story. I must warn you that the story will be drawing to a close in the next few parts. It was only intended to provide a glimpse into an actual bdsm relationship. Thanks for all the wonderful comments and the constructive comments as well. Enjoy!

Update (2012/11/16): Part 4 has arrived and based on feedback this is the part many of you have been waiting for. This tale is nearing the end but there will be a part 5 to finish it out. Let me know what you think of part 4.

Update (2012/11/16): Part 5 concludes Just One Night. I hope you found this glimpse into a real bdsm scene to be enjoyable. I will be turning my attention back to Kari's Journey now and whatever other writing projects I might decide to tackle in the future. Please feel free to comment (good and/or bad) on all of my writings. It all only serves to motivate me and make me a better writer. Thanks again for reading.


Part One (added: 2012/10/08)

I rolled down my window as I drove through the warm summer night air. The fresh air felt wonderful but it did little to calm my nerves as I drove along the darkened road. I was torn by my desire to see him again and my fear of what he would do to me this time. The little butterflies in my stomach were working overtime now as I knew I was only minutes away from my fate. Of course I could always turn back but I knew in the back of my mind I would never miss another opportunity to see him, my Master.

I mentally went over my preparations so far, making sure everything was as he had instructed. I knew from past experience that if I dared to show up unprepared he would indeed send me away or at the very least deny me any sexual release. Neither of those options was acceptable in the least.

I had spent a lot of time showering and washing my body. This included waxing everything except my eyebrows and the hair on top of my head. I had hated it the first time I did it but it was now a normal routine and something I didn't think a lot about. The feel of my bare pussy still made me shiver when I thought about how smooth it felt when I was allowed to touch it. I could feel that my pussy was already moist beneath my simple sun dress as I shifted my weight. Shifting my ass in the seat reminded me of the rubber butt plug Master ordered me to wear when I came to see him. I was still not entirely comfortable with the plug but I knew leaving it out was an instant rejection from my Master. I could feel the plug inside me shifting as I moved and it wasn't entirely unpleasant I decided.

I turned up my music in an attempt to drive the thoughts of the rubber plug in my ass out of my head. I tapped my long fingernails on the steering wheel with the beat of the music. Oh yes, my long nails. Master had been very insistent about having them and I now went into a manicurist every week to have them polished and filled or repaired as needed. I had started out with fairly short nails but as our kinky relationship continued he convinced me they needed to be longer. I glanced at my fingernails in the glow from the dash lights and I realized they were at least an inch and a half long now. Tonight they were painted a deep shiny purple with jet black diagonal stripes near the end. The length now made me incredibly conscious of my fingers and what they were doing.

There was a sharp curve in the road and as I slowed for the curve my mind went to my "slave modifications." Master had insisted that I receive several piercings if I wanted our relationship to continue and I reluctantly agreed to his terms. First was a naval piercing, then a left nostril piercing which made me feel very self-conscious. This was followed by a tongue piercing, even more humiliating as it took weeks before I could talk without sounding funny. A month after my tongue was both of my nipples which was incredibly frightening for me but also erotic at the same time. Tonight Master had me wearing a slave barbell through my tongue and I could feel the large ring attached to the end of the barbell resting on top of my tongue. The slave barbell made me sound slightly funny which added to my humiliation and Master's enjoyment. My nipples had stirrup rings through them, great for attaching things according to my Master. Master had me place a ring in my nostril and run a delicate chain from my nose ring to the lower hoop earring in my left ear. This created a gracefully curving chain which rested against my left cheek and constantly reminded me of my nose piercing.

I recalled once all of my modifications were healed came the biggest modification, which was my hood. I almost fainted when he told me that would be my next modification. In fact I protested with a number of excuses, none of which he would hear. Ultimately he wore me down and I had my hood pierced vertically. Now that it was completely healed I have to admit that Master was right, it creates the most incredible sensations at times. This night Master had me place a curved barbell through my hood with a small purple rubber spiked ball on each end of the curved barbell. If I moved just right I could feel it teasing my sensitive clit as if it were daring it to come out and play. I briefly thought about rubbing myself while driving but I knew Master had specifically forbidden that when he gave me my instructions for tonight.

I knew I was getting close to my Master's house so I pushed the button to roll up my window. The wind subsided as the window closed and I reached up and brushed my hair back carefully from my face. My hair was colored jet black except for two small dark purple highlight streaks on either side. I had styled my hair as Master instructed in what he affectionately called my "crinkle hair." This meant my hair was a mass of tiny waves coated with a lot of hair spray making the hair feel very stiff or "crinkly" as he termed it.

I made the final turn onto the road where my Master lived alone in a large house. I unconsciously reached up to touch the black one inch wide leather collar tightly buckled around my neck. I felt around back of the collar to ensure the padlock I put through the buckle was indeed locked. I knew Master was a stickler for locks so making sure twice was never a bad thing for me. I stopped at the end of the driveway as he had instructed and turned my car off. Master told me there would be additional instructions in his mail box for me at this point and I took a deep breath as I got out to check in the mailbox.

Inside the mailbox I felt a large, sealed padded envelope with something in it based on the feel and weight of it. I removed the envelope and walked back to my car where I sat down, closed the door, and turned on the interior light. I noticed my hands were trembling as I opened the unmarked envelope. The anticipation and anxiety of what was going to occur always put me on edge. Inside was a single piece of paper that was neatly typewritten. I could also see some other items but decided to read the instructions before exploring further.

The first instruction was to put on the boots he had me bring. I grabbed the boots from the passenger floorboard and slipped out of my sandals. I sat sideways in my seat so that I could start the process of putting the boots on. I use the word process because putting the knee high patent black leather boots on is a bit of a chore. I slipped my right foot into the first boot and started the slow tightening and lacing process. It took several minutes but finally the right boot was on and I started working on the left boot. Another five minutes and the left boot firmly encased my left foot and calf to my knee. I made sure the boots laces were perfectly double bowed as Master insisted. Once I was satisfied I turned in my seat and put both of my feet on the floor. I could feel the incredible restriction of the boots and the way they forced my feet to conform to the steep arch. I was grateful the boots had a platform heel in the front because I would have probably never been able to walk in the six inch heel otherwise.

I picked up the instructions and read the next item. I turned to the padded envelope and pulled out the black leather ring gag. I knew Master absolutely loved gags so this was no real surprise. Before putting the gag in I looked in the vanity mirror on my visor and touched up my makeup as well as made sure my hair was good. My lipstick was a deep purple with a thin black outline around the edges. My eyeliner was a jet black with the surrounding eye shadow being deep purple to match my lipstick. Master liked long eyelashes so I was wearing jet black false eyelashes with the ends tipped with tiny fake purple gems. Finally my eyebrows were the same jet black as my eyelashes and eyeliner.

Satisfied with my makeup I opened my mouth wide and carefully slipped the black plastic ring of the gag behind my teeth. Once it was in the proper position I pulled the ends of the single strap behind my head where I used both hands to lift my long hair and then awkwardly fumble with the ends of the gag strap until I was able to feed one end through the roller buckle. I then cinched the strap tight so that there was no slack at all but not so tight that it would cause me pain. I then reached into the envelope and felt around until I found one of the small delicate silver heart shaped padlocks I was all too familiar with now. I slipped the padlock through the roller buckle and pushed it together until I heard it lock.

I could feel my nipples hardening and I my pussy was definitely wet as I turned back to the instruction sheet. The next instruction was to remove my sun dress. I inhaled slowly though the ring gag as I lifted my sun dress over my head and placed it on the seat next to me. I have never been entirely comfortable being naked but being in a relationship with my Master often required me to deal with that uncomfortable reality. Not wanting to dwell on my nakedness I turned back to the instruction sheet. I reached into the envelope and removed a large pair of oversized shiny stainless steel handcuffs that were designed for the ankles. I reached down and carefully locked a cuff around the ankle of each of my boots. The chrome chain between the cuffs would limit my stride to about eighteen inches I realized as I considered the length of the chain.

I tilted my head back and swallowed several times to keep from drooling. The ring gags always made me drool after being in for a while. I honestly think that was a big reason my Master used them on me. The drooling was always an embarrassing problem for me though.

The remainder of the instruction sheet informed me to read it carefully before proceeding. I read it three times and then reached into the envelope for the remaining items. There was a padded black leather blindfold, a silver heart shaped padlock, and a pair of shiny silver hinged handcuffs.

I locked one of the hinged cuffs on my left wrist, being careful not to close it too tight. After the hinged cuff was on one wrist I picked up the padded blindfold and placed it behind my neck. I then used my hands to thread the end of the single strap through the roller buckle strap. Once I had it threaded through and in the first notch I spun the blindfold around so the padded part was now in front of my neck. I used my right hand to lift the strap under my hair behind my head and the left hand with the cuff I used to position the padded blindfold over my eyes. I fumbled with the roller buckle strap for a few seconds before I was able to pull the strap tight, blacking out all traces of my car's interior light. I reached down and felt around until I felt the silver heart padlock and I used it to lock the blindfold's roller buckle strap behind my head.

Using my hands I tried to carefully put my "crinkle hair" back into a presentable position. When I finally felt I had my hair back as good as it was going to get I felt along my dash until I found my interior light button. I turned the light off and opened my car door. The moment my door opened my anxiety level rose tenfold. I wondered what would happen if someone happened to drive by while I was outside the car. It was unlikely as my Master lived in an isolated area outside the city but what if a neighbor saw me. I was incredibly aware of how naked I was and the blindfold only enhanced this realization. I realized all of these thoughts were useless now because the locks ensured I was committed to carry out my Master's demented plan.

I carefully stepped forward only to be instantly reminded of my ankle cuffs by the connecting chain scraping along the pavement and limiting my stride. I prayed I wouldn't trip in my boots as I slowly walked in the direction my Master had instructed, hands out and slowly sweeping back and forth in the air. I was starting to worry I had missed the line my Master assured me would be there. Just as I was starting to lose hope my right hand touched something about neck level. I carefully felt the object and discovered it was some type of line stretching off to my left and right. Master told me once I reached this line I should turn left and keep feeling for a leash. It only took me a few steps before I felt a chain leash with a snap hook on one end and the handle end of the leash had the line threaded through the center so it could slide down the line. I reached out and lifted the snap hook to the O ring on the front of my collar where I attached it.

Once the leash was attached to my collar I placed both of my hands behind my back and locked the remaining hinged cuff on the right wrist. I was now committed beyond any shadow of a doubt I realized. I remembered my Master had instructed me to go right once the leash was attached and I was cuffed. I slowly turned right and began carefully pulling the leash along the line. I could hear the leash sliding slowly as my high heeled boots clicked on the pavement. The rattling of the ankle chain was a constant reminder of my vulnerability as was my other bondage items.

My anxiety as well as my excitement was incredible and I could feel the wetness of my pussy spreading onto my upper thighs as I walked. The angle the boots forced me to walk at shifted my hips forward and made me incredibly aware of the rubber plug in my ass. My body always felt so alive when I was involved in bondage and this night was no exception. I wanted to touch my Master and I wanted him to touch me. I could only imagine what he had in store for me as I carefully continued down the line, using the leash as my invisible guide.


Part 2 (added: 2012/10/29)

I stumbled along in my high heeled boots as my sense of direction was completely lost to the darkness of the blindfold. I bumped into the guiding line several times as I was trying to make forward progress and I realized if I kept the leash taunt I could prevent myself from running into the line. I had to stop several times and tilt my head back to swallow the drool that threatened to overflow the ring gag wedged tightly between my teeth. When I tilted me head back the chain running from my nose to my ear slid along my cheek serving as a constant reminder of how I had prepared for my Master.

I continued carefully walking, incredibly aware of the clicking of my high heeled boots and the constant shifting rattle of my ankle chain. I wanted to hurry for fear someone might see me but I realized my restricted stride forced me walk slowly. Of course the fact I was blindfolded with my wrists locked behind me further removed any chance I had of successfully running. I strained to hear anything that might indicate what was around me but all I could hear was my own heart pounding and the sucking sound I was making in an effort to swallow my own saliva before it ran past my lips. The awful sucking sound I was forced to make was so embarrassing but I couldn't help it with the ring gag.

After what seemed like hours the leash stopped sliding on the guide line. I feared the leash might have caught on something so I gave the guide line a slight tug by stepping backwards and forcing the leash to suddenly tighten further. The slight sound of a bell ringing nearby nearly made me fall on my back and I likely would have if it wasn't for the leash helping to keep me upright. I was suddenly terrified even though I really didn't know what it was that was scaring me. I think a part of me worried the bell ringing would somehow cause people to look at me even though I knew there was little chance there were any people around other than my Master.

My breathing was rapid like a frightened bird caught in a trap as I waited, unsure what I should do next. I thought I heard something and I was jumped again as I felt a hand under my chin, firmly holding my head steady. Although I couldn't see I knew the firm hand must be my Master's. I was relieved and worried at the same time. I stood as straight as possible, thrusting my chest out in what my Master had trained me was an inspection posture.

I could smell my Master's cologne now and I drank it in like an alcoholic having a relapse. God how he smelled so wonderful! Master turned my head from side to side using my chin and he tilted my head down slightly so the chain from my nose to my ear dangled briefly. I was pretty confident he was going to be very pleased by my new jewelry and I thought it might make him take me where I stood. Master's hand released my chin and I felt his hand lightly slap my inner thighs where they were pressed together. I knew what this meant and I quickly spread my thighs as far apart as my ankle chain would allow. I felt Master slowly run his fingers over my wet pussy lips and my breath caught in my throat as I choked on a soft moan. Oh I wanted him to fuck me so bad!

Master massaged me to the brink of orgasm with his fingers which only took seconds as I was already so excited. Apparently any orgasm was to be denied at this point though as he moved his fingers away from my swollen pussy lips. I felt his wet fingers touch my upper lip and I struggled to use my tongue to clean his fingers. After several seconds of licking Master's fingers as best I could he removed his fingers from my flailing tongue and I could sense he was moving around behind me. Master reached out and spread my ass cheeks, no doubt to verify I was wearing the ass plug as he had instructed. I could feel his fingers lightly push on the base of the plug to make sure it was inserted all the way. As he pushed I let out a muffled grunt of discomfort. Although anal play was not my favorite thing I had learned that there could certainly be some pleasure from it when done properly and my Master was very skilled.

Master released my ass cheeks and then I felt him press his body up against the back of my own. My cuffed hands felt something hard and slick pushed against them as I felt his arms surround me from behind. Master's hands cupped the bottom of my breasts and he kissed my right ear as he whispered into it.

"You have done well slave and I am pleased so far. I will be removing you from this line so the real fun can begin tonight."

As Master whispered in my ear my fingers fondled his erection but as I moved my fingers I realized his cock was kept from me by a layer of leather, based on the feel of it and the sound my long nails made as I clawed at his cock through the material. I wanted him so badly and if I could pleasure him he might not be able to stop himself from taking me as well. The thoughts were more wishful thinking I knew because my Master was always an expert at self control.

I really wanted him though and the fact he was now sucking and biting my earlobe as he rolled my hard nipples between his fingers only made my desire peak. I gave the odd sounding moan that can only come from someone that is ring gagged. Master teased me like this for over a minute before releasing my nipples and replacing his fingers with something cold. As I felt the pinch on the base of my left nipple beneath my stirrup ring I knew he was placing the clamps on me. I heard and felt what must be the clamps' connecting chain being attached to the O ring on the front of my collar and in seconds my right nipple was clamped tightly as well. I really enjoyed the intense pressure of the clamps and my excitement was very high.

Master released my leash from the guide line somehow and gave me a tug to indicate I needed to follow him. I followed him happily to a fate I could only imagine and was only too willing to endure. I tried to concentrate on swallowing my saliva, walking with the ankle chain between my ankle cuffs, and trying to keep my breasts from bouncing and tugging the nipple clamps.

My concentration was broken as I heard my heels clicking on hardwood instead of stone. I guessed we were in Master's "playroom" but I could not be sure as I was brought to a halt by a downward tug on my leash. The leash was released to dangle between my breasts and I could feel the handle lightly resting against my wet pussy.

"Kneel slave."

I struggled to kneel which was never an easy chore when blindfolded and handcuffed but it was made more difficult by the ankle cuffs and connecting chain. I awkwardly squatted and then went down on one knee pretty hard on the hardwood floor as I struggled to keep from falling over. I winced and awkwardly brought my other knee down with another painful landing. Once I was down on my knees I ignored the pain and quickly struggled to spread my knees and kneel back on my heels as Master had taught me some time ago. I keep my back straight and my head straight as well. I took advantage of the time to try to swallow as much of my saliva as possible, hoping to keep from drooling past my gag.

I could hear Master walking away and as I listened for some clue as to what my fate was going to be I heard him walking back. I felt Master release the chain attached to my collar's O ring that went to my nipple clamps. He let the chain fall between my breasts and I grunted at the abrupt painful tug on my swollen nipples. I was recovering from this as Master removed the padlock from my collar, unbuckled the collar and removed it.

The collar was not missing from my neck for long before I felt another collar being wrapped around my neck. This collar was much taller and I immediately recognized by the size and feel that it was a posture collar. The collar pressed against the bottom of my chin and forced me to lift my chin as Master started to buckle it tight behind my neck. I could hear four separate straps being fed through the roller buckles behind my neck and then each strap was tightened starting at the bottom. I could feel the stiff collar squeeze my neck as the upper portion forced me to angle my chin so it was raised slightly above horizontal. The high sides of the collar pressed under my ears, preventing me from turning my head as the top strap was firmly buckled. I could hear the familiar clicking sound of four padlocks being closed one by one through the straps. I couldn't resist testing the collar so I tried to move my chin down and turn my head but there was simply no flexibility in the collar now.

I felt my ankle chain being pulled up slightly and then attached to my wrist cuffs somehow. I felt with my fingers and it felt like a chain had been wrapped around my handcuffs and attached to the ankle chain. I tried to lift my wrists but any movement could only be accomplished by moving my ankles closer to give the chain slack. I was pretty sure any slack I might gain would be minimal at best. My pulse was pounding as I knew something was going to happen soon because Master had prepared me in this manner. I just didn't know what and it was and that was causing my thoughts to spin wildly with the possibilities.

Suddenly and without warning I felt Master's lips kissing my lower lip softly. I moaned because I wanted him so bad. Master was an excellent kisser and he wasted no time in devouring my lower and upper lips as I struggled not to drool from the corners of my mouth. Master started biting my lips lightly and I started to whimper but the whimpers had nothing to do with pain. I pushed my tongue through the ring gag, hoping the slave ring in my tongue wouldn't get stuck. Master responded with his own tongue and we shared a twisted type of erotic French kiss.

As suddenly as the French kiss had started it stopped and Master pulled his mouth away. I moaned in hopes I could somehow lure him back. Instead I felt something warm and hard touch my lips. In seconds I recognized the head of my Master's hard cock touching my lips. Master was taller than me and the angle the posture collar forced me into was nearly perfect for putting his cock in my mouth. I needed him and I felt a little more relaxed realizing what he expected at this point. I eagerly tried to sway my upper body to rub my lips against his cock. I have always been a very orally fixated slave and I wanted him inside my mouth. I used my tongue to lick the end of his cock and I tried to work my mouth around it as much as possible while ring gagged and posture collared.

I would have smiled if possible when I heard Master give the slightest moaning noise. I tasted the first drops of pre-cum on my lips as he forced the head against the ring gag. I knew my pussy was dripping at this point with my own excitement but any hopes I had of satisfaction would come after satisfying Master first. I used the slave ring in my tongue to rub it against the underside of the head of his cock. I tried to push my lips upward around his cock but it was too difficult with the ring gag. In fact I realized his cock was too big to fit entirely through the ring of the gag.

I pulled against my cuffs wishing my hands were free so I could touch him. I realized the efforts with my tongue were paying off though as Master grabbed my hair and held his cock against my ring gag as he moaned. I felt the pulsating spurts of his cum as it ran over my tongue and hit the back of the throat. I swallowed rapidly, praying I would not choke as it always humiliated me terribly when I choked while sucking Master's cock. Thankfully I did not choke and as he withdrew his cock I felt my own saliva mixed with some of his cum run down my chin and onto my chest. Master shook his cock as the last bit of semen spurted from the end onto my chest. So much for not being humiliated I thought to myself.


Part 3 (added: 2012/11/03)

To my surprise after Master finished orgasming he removed my ring gag. I flexed my jaw as much as the posture collar would allow, trying to work the stiffness from my jaw muscles. Master stepped behind me and removed my ankle cuffs and then my wrist cuffs.

"Stand slave."

I moved to stand and after getting my heels under me I was able to stand. I kept my feet about a foot apart so my pussy was exposed as Master had taught me. I kept my hands palm down on the outside of my thighs with my fingers spread ever so slightly apart. As I settled into my standing slave position I felt Master's arms encircle me from the rear as his hands started touching my breasts. His hands were very skilled and soon he was manipulating my clamped, swollen nipples with his fingers and it felt so good. I couldn't help but moan as it felt so incredibly good to me. It was a crazy mix of pain and pleasure which Master had encouraged me to embrace during my training the past year. When I was fully aroused, like I was right now, it was really difficult to tell the pain from the pleasure. Training had helped me to channel a lot of the pain into a sort of twisted mental pleasure. This strange distortion was happening now as my tortured nipples screamed for more attention despite the small shocks of pain Master's fingers were causing each time they manipulated my nipples.

Master stopped touching me as he moved around in front of me where he started to kiss my mouth. I eagerly kissed him back as I struggled to keep from breaking my position and touching his wonderful body. I reminded myself that Master insisted I refrain from touching him without his permission but it was really hard for me to obey this rule now. I could not see Master with the blindfold on but as soon as I realized this I could feel him removing the padlock from the blindfold's strap as we continued kissing. I was seriously trying to devour Master using my mouth and I tried to use all of my oral skills to please him. In less than a minute he was slipping the blindfold from my eyes and I was forced to blink in the intense black light of the room.

Once the blindfold was removed Master stopped kissing me and stepped back slightly to look at me. Master knew I always found his intense scrutiny to be embarrassing but I had no choice but to endure it. Even in the black light I could tell that Master was pleased with what he was seeing. I could see that Master was indeed wearing black leather pants as well as his black leather biker style boots. The bulge in Master's pants told me I had done well in my preparations and I couldn't keep the happy, nervous smile off my face.

"You did excellent slave and your Master is very, very pleased. I love the nose chain slave, it looks wonderful on you."

As Master spoke he moved my head so that the nose chain moved slightly. Master then touched my hair and ran his fingers slowly through it. The feeling made me shudder in a good way and I again struggled to keep from touching him.

"God I don't know what it is but the way you have your hair drives me wild slave!"

Master grabbed my hair in his hand and pulled me slightly back and leaned forward to kiss my mouth forcefully. I did not resist and instead I kissed him back again, hoping to make the kiss last. After far too short a time Master pulled away from my eager lips and released my hair.

"Slave you can touch me and speak freely as well."

The instant Master finished giving me permission to touch him my hands were all over him as I pressed myself against his muscular chest. I momentarily forgot about my nipple clamps until my nipples pressed against his body and I drew back in sudden pain. Master smiled knowingly down at me as I muttered how "stupid" I was.

"Master I am glad you like it. The hair is kind of crazy isn't it?"

Master stroked my hair as I looked up at him and I could see his beautiful white smile in the black light.

"Master you know I need you really bad right now?" I could hear my voice whining with need and I blushed.

As I spoke I used one hand to massage his bulging erection though his leather pants and my other hand rubbed his chest, lingering on the rings in his pierced nipples. I massaged his nipples and lightly tugged the rings which made him close his eyes in pleasure and I thrilled at the small triumph I had achieved. I ran my long nails across his bulging erection and I knew the sound and feel would only arouse him more.

Master announced through clenched teeth. "You are such a needy slave."

I murmured "Uh-huh" as I started kissing his chest and nipples. I could feel my own nipples tingling and I wanted to use one of my hands to touch them myself but I knew that was forbidden without Master's permission.

Master let me feast on his body for several minutes and I knew he was enjoying it from the occasional groaning sounds he was making. I was using the slave ring in my tongue to tease his left nipple when he pulled me away by my hair. I strained against his hand trying to get one last lick in but he would have none of it as he drew me further away by my hair.

"That is enough for now slave, if you are good I will give you more than a taste later."

Master released my hair and I couldn't help myself as I quickly darted forward and started licking his right nipple. Master instantly reacted by pulling me away forcefully by my hair and delivering a light slap to my mouth. I winced from the hair pulling and my face reddened with humiliation from the slap to my face. I always felt that way about being slapped in the face, it was always so personal to me and still surprised me even after several years with my Master.

"Enough slave! Stand still and don't you dare move!"

I knew I didn't dare move now or I would risk some sort of punishment and I didn't want that because that would only delay any sort of pleasure I might receive tonight. I silently prayed my disobedient licking which I meant to be funny was not taken the wrong way as I feared. I watched as Master walked away to the numerous items hanging on the walls of the playroom and he selected one of the items. He walked back to me smiling and as he held the item out so that I could see it was a black leather armbinder. This was going to be intense I told myself as I had worn armbinders a few times before.

I wanted to apologize for my disobedience in hopes of avoiding the armbinder and I opened my mouth and started to speak. I was only able to get out "Master I am sorr..." before his rigid index finger met my lips and he shook his head. I knew this was Master's sign for me to be quite and I dare not disobey it now.

Master walked around behind me and I heard him opening the armbinder. I felt his hand pull first my right hand and then my left hand behind me. I did not resist and I even helped him by putting my palms together. In seconds I felt Master slide my hands into the leather pocket at one end of the armbinder and then I felt him slide the open armbinder up my arms. Master pulled the armbinder's straps under my armpits and then pulled them across the top of my chest before feeding them back through roller buckles on the top of the armbinder. Master cinched the straps just tight enough that the armbinder would stay in place.

I felt Master pulling the laces of the armbinder closed starting at the bottom where my wrists were. Master was excellent at lacing and I could feel the leather encircling my wrists and forearms quickly tightening, forcing my lower arms together. As Master reached my elbows he checked the tension on my arms several times as he worked to lace the leather armbinder closed. I felt my elbows drawn together until they were only inches apart. Fortunately I have always been blessed with great flexibility but despite my flexibility I was grateful for the gap between my elbows. Master finished lacing the armbinder all the way to the top then he started buckling the straps that went over the top of the lacing. I felt the one at my wrists buckled first followed by one at my forearms, elbows, and finally near the very top of the armbinder. Master finished by tightening the shoulder straps one final time until there was no slack whatsoever.

Master stepped around to the side of me to admire his handiwork and I could only imagine how excited it must be making him. I have to confess my pussy was wet and I wanted him just as badly as I had before the armbinder. God how helpless I was in the armbinder though. A part of me absolutely loved being helpless but a spoiled part of me hated not being able to get what I wanted right now. What I wanted was my Master's cock fucking me until my knees buckled. I knew I was at his mercy so I tried to tell myself Master had to be close to taking me although I honestly had no idea how soon or even if he would fuck me tonight. I quickly blocked out the latter thought because I couldn't stand the thought of being unsatisfied much longer.

Master walked over to one of several chest drawers along the wall and opened the second drawer down. Damn I thought, I knew the drawers in the room well for I had to clean the playroom many times in the past and put things away. The second drawer down in that chest contained gags and this was confirmed as Master came back to me with a black leather muzzle pump gag and a large purple ball gag harness. I loved gags but neither of these were favorites.

"Pump or ball slave?"

Master was giving me a choice and although I was grateful for the option I couldn't resist opening my smart mouth. I have no idea why I try to secretly manipulate him because it always seem to be so transparent to him.

"Wouldn't Master prefer having my mouth open for his use tonight?"

Master smiled at my pathetic attempt to secretly sway him and then he replied, "If you had some control over your urges you might have been allowed to go without a gag but since you're such a horny little slut you leave me no choice."

Master placed one of the gags on a piece of bondage furniture as he held the other one up. I could see it was the muzzle pump gag and he held it in front of my mouth.

"Master I would rather hav...mmpff"

My pathetic attempt to chose the other gag was cut off as he forced the flaccid rubber penis on the inside of the gag into my mouth as I tried to talk. I rolled my eyes at him in an irritated pouty look and he simply smiled in amusement as he pulled the leather ends of the gag panel around my cheeks and behind my head. This gag was made of contoured black leather which went just below my nose and curved under my chin. The sides of the gag were about three inches wide and went all the way behind my head where the ends would be laced together.

Master wasted no time lacing the ends together and tightening the gag until it fit the lower half of my face like a second skin and it met the top of my posture collar. Master had to pause once to gently lift the chain going from my nose ring to my ear from beneath the side of the gag. It was such a little thing but it made me feel extremely self conscious of the chain and I am sure I must have visibly blushed.

There was a rubber hose about a foot long dangling from the front of the gag with a rubber squeeze bulb at the end. As soon as Master finished with the lacing he came back to the front and held up the squeeze bulb with a devilish grin on his face. I tried to plead for mercy with my eyes but he held up a single index finger and slowly waved it from side to side.

"Let's see slave I think we normally do three pumps with this gag don't we?"

I tried to nod using my entire upper body in hopes he would be able to tell I was agreeing with him. As I moved, the chain attached to my nipples clamps swayed slightly reminding me of their presence on my swollen nipples.

As I finished nodding Master squeezed the bulb once slowly and I immediately felt the rubber penis in my mouth wiggle and start to grow. I could taste the rubber of the cock and in an odd way I enjoyed it although I have never understood why because the taste of rubber is not really a great taste to me. A second slow squeeze made it grow even larger as it inched toward the back of my mouth. The third pump made the penis take on the shape of a small erect penis and also served to fill most of my mouth. I was forced to breathe through my nose now and I had to focus to keep my breathing calm.

"Tonight slave you started out so well but then you let your real rebellious side out didn't you? I know you can't help this because you are really quite the needy slut aren't you?"

I wanted to deny his accusations but I knew this was some sort of mind game. His choice of words only further served to embarrass me despite my excitement. Instead of denying it I tried to nod and acknowledge it was true that I am disobedient. I don't know why but being called a slut while excited and bound always makes me even more excited and wet. I so wanted to be fucked over even just masturbated at this point.

"Well you need to understand your mouth is under my control and not yours so I want you to think about that carefully now. Since you are such a slut I will give you something to suck on because I am such a nice Master."

Master finished the words and squeezed the rubber bulb again causing my mouth to fill even further with the rubber cock. I felt my tongue forced to the bottom of my mouth and nearly immobilized. Another squeeze absolutely filled my mouth and I could feel the tip of the rubber cock pressing against the back of my throat, making me feel like gagging. I closed my eyes as I forced myself to concentrate and I was able to keep my gag reflex back under control. I have gagged while being gagged before and it is not something I enjoy at all.

Master released the squeeze bulb and allowed it to dangle between my breasts. I hated that part and Master knew that I hated it. Master was being mean and I swore I would get even somehow if given the chance.

Master attached a leash to the O ring on the front of my posture collar and led me over to a chrome post shaped like an upside down "T". The top of the "T" had a padded black leather pad about a foot wide and Master pulled my lead down until my neck rested against the pad and then he hooked the leash to a snap ring on front of the upright post. Master adjusted the height of the post using a small crank on the side of the chrome post. I felt my neck pulled lower until my back was almost level, forcing my armbinder encased arms to point slightly upward. I flinched as the chain going between my nipple clamps dangled down with my new position. Just as bad was the fact my nose to ear chain also dangled down now, constantly reminding me of its presence.

I felt Master attaching cuffs to my ankles over the tops of my boots and then I heard a series of clicks as I felt my ankles being forced apart by a chrome spreader bar. Once my ankles were at least two feet apart he attached the bar to the upright "T" bar using another chrome bar. I thought "crap" because I knew he was doing this to me because I was going to get some kind of punishment. He only put me in this device if he intended to punish me somehow.

Damn it I thought, I want to be fucked not punished I pouted. I was still very excited but I really needed him to pay attention to my pussy! I was still pouting when I felt the first clamp attached to my right labia. This was followed by a clamp on my left labia. I certainly wanted attention but I needed something different than this. The clamps were not overly tight and hardly had any weight but as I contemplated this I suddenly felt the right clamp get noticeably heavier. I immediately knew that Master was adding weights to the clamps. Once Master was finished I could feel my lips being pulled downward and this only focused my attention further on the fact I needed to be touched.

Master added weights to my already tortured nipples as well. These weights were added to the middle of the dangling chain between my nipple clamps. This weight actually brought pain to my overly sensitive swollen nipples and I had to steady myself to keep from hyperventilating through my nose.

I was still trying to deal with the new sensations my body was enduring when the first blow landed on my ass. The blow made me scream into my gag but very little sound escaped beyond the muzzle covering my mouth. The blow did not hurt that bad although it had startled me. I couldn't move away from the paddle because of the rigid frame I was attached to. The blow caused the weights on my clamps to swing forward which pulled my pussy lips and my nipples simultaneously. I tried to absorb all these sensations as a second blow landed on my other ass cheek. Master alternated the speed and force of each blow so that I never really knew what to expect. I closed my eyes and I could only imagine how red my ass cheeks must be getting which oddly made me more excited.

The paddling went on for minutes before Master finally relented and set the paddle aside. I could feel him softly caressing my ass and then his fingers caressing my slick pussy. I realized he had slipped on some latex gloves at some point and the slick latex glided over my pussy. I moaned into my gag and I couldn't resist sucking the rubber cock in my mouth, imagining it was my Master's.

Master kept playing with my pussy and occasionally he would flick the weighted clamps. The flicking of the clamps was annoying but the massaging of my pussy more than made up for enduring the annoyance. Master kept touching me until I started trying to move against his hand and then he slipped a finger inside of my pussy. This led to Master fucking my pussy with first one finger and eventually two fingers as I pushed against his latex covered hand.

I felt so filthy as I sucked the rubber cock in my mouth and fucked my Master's hand. I didn't stop though and I could feel myself about to cum from the intense attention. Master may have sensed I was about to cum as he used one of his fingers to start rubbing my pierced hood and my swollen clit underneath. The added stimulation soon sent me over the edge and I jerked against Master's hand as my legs started shaking from the intense orgasm. As the orgasm reached its peak I could feel my asshole spasming around my ass plug as well. This erotic sensation only made my orgasm more powerful and I felt my knees getting weak. It was only through sheer willpower that I was able to keep from completely sagging down.

Master slipped his fingers out of me and he helped steady me by holding his hands under my stomach until I regained my composure. God even the feeling of his hand on my stomach felt good to me. I wondered what would come next and I hoped it was going to be a good fucking.


Part 4 (added: 2012/11/16)

Master released my ankles from the chrome spreader bar but kept the ankle cuffs over my boots. He walked around and released my leash from the post below my neck and he slowly helped me straighten up. As I straightened I felt the weights on my nipple clamp chain touch my chest between my breasts and the clamps on my pussy lips bounce off my inner thighs a few times. The rubber bulb attached to my gag hung down and came to rest between my breasts. Master reached down and removed the clamps from my pussy and brushed his fingers over my swollen lips in a teasing motion.

Master led me over to the king sized four poster bed in the middle of the room which was covered with red latex sheets. Master tugged my leash indicating he wanted me on the bed. I carefully placed one knee on the cool latex sheets as I worked to keep my balance in the armbinder. Once I had my second knee on the bed I slowly worked my knees forward until I was roughly centered in the bed. I tried to shake my upper body from side to side in an attempt to clear my hair, now damp with sweat, from my eyes. I felt my nose/ear chain move against my cheek as I shook my upper body and it was an erotic reminder of my preparations. If it weren't for the posture collar I would have been more successful as several strands of my "crinkle" hair were still in front of my right eye.

Master sat on the bed in front of me and gently moved the offending strands of hair from in front of my right eye. He caressed the back of my face with his latex covered hand gently and I leaned into it, enjoying his touch. Master smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me over the top of my muzzle gag.

"Are your arms going to be okay if I keep you in the binder a bit longer slave?"

I knew from past experience that when I wore an armbinder for a long period of time my arms would often go numb. The largest determining factor had been how tight the armbinder was and I knew the armbinder tonight was not as tight as some of the other times. I had probably been in it for about a half hour so I was pretty confident I could go a while longer. I did my best to nod my head in the posture collar and I was thrilled to see Master's smile widen with excitement at my response. He gave me one last quick kiss over my gag then slipped off the bed.

I could hear a belt being unbuckled and I prayed it was his pants being unbuckled. I listened intently and I told myself the sounds I was hearing were his leather pants being removed but I wasn't absolutely sure. I was getting more excited with the mystery of it all and I knew I was getting wet again. I continued kneeling sucking lightly on the rubber cock in my mouth subconsciously as I strained to hear what my Master was doing. I felt Master climbing onto the bed behind me and I started to tremble slightly in anticipation.

I felt Master grab the chrome ring on the end of my armbinder and pull it upward, which forced me to bend at the waist and put my head down. I heard a clicking noise and I realized Master must have attached the ring to one of the numerous overhead chains in the room. My thoughts were confirmed as I heard the winch in the ceiling make a whirring sound and I felt the end of my armbinder pulled higher. I felt my shoulders straining as my wrists were raised upward and the winch stopped as my face was forced down into the latex sheets.

It was only seconds after the winch had stopped that I felt my ankles spread wide, exposing my wet pussy. I was trying to ignore the pressure on my shoulders by concentrating on my breathing through my nose. I had just gotten my breathing under control when I felt something hard pushing against my pussy. At first I thought it was a dildo because it was so hard but as it entered me it was so warm I knew it was my Master's stiff cock. I was so relieved I was finally going to be fucked!

Master started fucking me with just the tip then he slowly teased me by pushing more of his cock into me only to pull it part way out again. This teasing felt like it continued forever but in reality must have only been minutes in hindsight. Once Master started fucking me with his big cock all the way inside me I could feel it brushing against the plug in my ass through the thin membrane separating the two areas. The minor sensation I felt was that the plug in my ass was slightly uncomfortable while being fucked but by far the overwhelming sensation was how good it felt to be fucked by my Master. The position really allowed Master to penetrate me deeply and the fact I couldn't escape only made it all the more intense for me.

The armbinder, the ankle spreader, the posture collar, and the rubber cock in my mouth reminded me I was nothing more than my Master's slave. The weights on my nipple clamps' chain were just long enough to touch the latex sheets, relieving some of the pressure on my nipples. Despite the relief this brought I could still feel my nipples being tugged as Master fucked my pussy hard from behind.

I was on the verge of cumming when Master ordered me not to cum yet. (I still don't understand why this simple command drives me crazy but it still does to this day.) I started trying to imagine things other than cumming in order to obey my Master. I tried to block out all the sensations I was enduring but it was a losing battle for me. If I were not gagged so thoroughly I would have been begging Master for his permission to cum. Instead I forced my eyes to stay open and stare at the red latex sheets, trying to focus on the way the light reflected off them as my body moved from my Master fucking me hard.

My concentration was suddenly broken as I felt Master bury himself all the way inside my pussy and stop moving. I heard him grunting as his strong hands squeezed my waist and I felt him starting to cum inside me. I felt his cock spasm inside me first and then the sensation of his cum spurting deep inside me followed. I gave a muted whimper in hopes he would not forget my desperate need for relief. I knew I could hold my orgasm no longer when I thankfully heard my Master's still groaning voice.

"Cum now slave and make it last."

I closed my eyes as the waves of my pent up orgasm coursed through me, making my entire body shake uncontrollably. My ass was clenching the plug in my ass repeatedly with each wave and the sensation only made my orgasm more intense. The unforgiving bondage only intensified my shaking it seemed. I didn't care at this point about anything though because my orgasm just felt so incredibly wonderful. As the last of my orgasm finally faded I realized my tongue was hurting because I had apparently been sucking the rubber cock in my mouth really hard as I came. I was a bit embarrassed by this realization but it was tempered by the fact Master would not know what I had been doing.

Master massaged my waist as he slowly pulled his cock from pussy. Master patted my reddened ass lightly and I winced as it was still tender. Despite the tenderness I truly enjoyed the attention and wouldn't have minded if he continued touching me.

After he moved away from me I heard the winch motor again and the tension on my armbinder immediately lessened. Once my arms were lying flat against my back again Master released the ring on the end of the armbinder from the winch cable. My shoulders were grateful for the relief and soon I felt him unbuckling the armbinder and unlacing it. Once the armbinder was slipped off I slowly moved my stiff, partially numb arms. Master immediately came over to me and started gently massaging my arms and shoulders in order to help restore my circulation. I slowly turned and lay on my back on the latex sheets and Master resumed massaging my arms. I loved that about my Master, he could be so strong and rough but he could also be very gentle and caring. Master spent quite some time massaging my body and I felt so incredibly relaxed by his powerful hands kneading me just perfectly.

As Master continued to rub my body he removed the clamps from my labia and set the clamps aside. He then removed the weights from my nipple clamp chain and then he carefully removed my nipple clamps. The sudden rush of blood into my tortured nipples burned but Master carefully put his palms over them to help ease the pain. After a minute or so the worst of the pain subsided and he resumed massaging me gently on my chest, being careful to avoid my throbbing nipples.

Master reached out and grabbed my gag's squeeze bulb. He slowly unscrewed the release valve and as the air hissed out quietly I felt the rubber cock in my mouth go flaccid. Once the gag was deflated Master untied the tight laces holding my muzzle on and he slowly pulled the rubber cock from my mouth. I took my first deep breath of air in over an hour as the gag was set aside. Master then unlocked the padlocks on my posture collar and went to work on the posture collar's buckles and soon he had removed it as well. I silently worked my jaw and moved my head around slowly restoring movement in my stiff joints. Master reached down to remove the ankle cuffs over the outside of the boots and soon they were set aside.

Master kissed me softly for a short time before pulling away and smiling down at me. I smiled back and gently rubbed his arms with my hands. I loved these moments when we were so close and loving.

"How was that slave?" He inquired curiously.

I replied, "It was absolutely wonderful Master." It really had been, I thought.

Master then asked if I could stay until the morning and I replied that I could. My response obviously pleased him and he told me I could go to the bathroom and remove the plug. I slowly slid off the bed and pushed myself to my feet using the bed. Once I had my balance in my boots I slowly walked across the dungeon to the bathroom door on the side.

Inside the bathroom I went straight to the toilet after turning on the special black light Master had added to the normal lights in the bathroom. The black light was so much easier on the eyes after being blindfolded or in the dark for a while. I carefully grabbed the base of my plug with my fingers, being careful not to pinch myself with my long fingernails. I really dreaded this part but I knew I had no choice so I took a deep breath and pulled. The initial pull met with resistance as the wide base came out but then it immediately eased as the plug tapered down. I hissed through my teeth quietly from the brief pain and then let out a sigh of relief once it was completely out. I placed the plug in a special container Master had sitting next to the toilet for just that purpose. Once that was taken care of I went to the bathroom and used the scented wipes on the back of toilet to thoroughly clean myself. I wanted to take a shower but Master had not given me permission so I dared not risk it.

I was looking forward to sleeping with my Master so I turned to the bathroom door to go back into the dungeon. I had no idea what Master planned but I desperately hoped it would involve us holding each other as we drifted off to sleep.


Part 5 (added: 2012/11/16)

As I walked back into the dungeon I could see that Master had already cleared away the "toys" from our earlier play. In addition he had replaced the latex sheets with satin sheets which were much more comfortable for sleeping overnight in. I could see he had already laid a few items out in preparation for bedtime. I really just wanted to lay with him without anything but it seemed that was not going to be. I tried to hide my disappointment by smiling at him.

Master smiled back at me and motioned me forward to where he was standing next to the bed. I stepped over to him and he surprised me as he wrapped his strong arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. We kissed like this for several minutes and I slowly felt my desire for him starting to stir once again. The embrace ended too quickly though as Master turned to lift something off the bed.

I recognized the item immediately as a stainless steel collar with black rubber lining. Master lifted the collar up and I used my hands to lift my hair out of the way in preparation for the collar. He wrapped the two inch wide collar around my neck and slipped the ends together behind my neck. I heard the click of a padlock and I released my hair as he pulled his hands away. Once again I was collared and I must confess wearing my Master's collar gives me some sense of comfort because I know he still finds me worthy of his collar.

Master showed me a second item as he gave me a wicked smile and I recognized my metal chastity belt. (I call the chastity belt mine because it was special ordered for me based on my measurements) I knew at once this would eliminate any hope of having sex again tonight once it was locked on me. At this point I was glad Master had fucked me so well earlier to take care of my needs. I stood quietly and spread my legs slightly so that Master could place the chastity belt on me. I could tell by the smile on his face he was pleased by my willingness to accept the chastity belt.

I felt the chrome waist band with the attached rubber backing clamp down tight on my waist as Master closed the belt in front with just a single pin in front to hold it together. I felt the cold touch of something against my pussy and I looked down to see Master pushing a clear acrylic dildo against my pussy lips. I felt my body starting to react and I began to get excited again as the dildo slid inside me until the base was resting against my tender lips. I could feel the center crotch piece of the belt splitting my ass cheeks apart as Master drew it between my legs carefully. Master pulled the front of the crotch piece up to meet the belt but he paused just long enough to attach the plug to the special slot in the front of the belt.

In order to attach the plug he had to pull the plug out slightly and I felt the angle change as it pushed against the top of my pussy on the inside. The plug slid back inside as Master attached the front of the chastity's crotch piece over the exposed pin holding the waist belt together. Once the front of the belt had closed over the pin, Master used a special type of lock which he placed over the protruding pin. I knew that once the lock was closed I would only be able to get the belt to open again with the key. I heard the fateful clicking sound and I knew the belt would not be coming off again until Master wanted it to in the morning.

"Take your boots off," he ordered.

I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my boots. As I slipped them off my feet I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad I made it through the session without getting a cramp in my arch as I had gotten them before and they were awful. Of course that was when I had been forced into some extremely cruel ballet style boots.

Master returned to stand in front of me with rubber lined chrome ankle and wrist cuffs that matched my collar and chastity belt. Master handed them to me and nodded once which was his way of telling me to put them on myself. I bent down and wrapped them around my ankles first. These cuffs had the same pin type design which required a special padlock. Master was only too happy to hand me the special locks one by one as I needed them. Once the ankle cuffs were locked on I stood up from the bed and put the wrist cuffs on next. Once they were locked on I looked up to see that my Master was once again pleased.

He now held some long, small diameter, chrome chains in his hands. He attached the end of first chain to the D ring on my left ankle cuff with a padlock, the second chain was attached to the D ring on my right ankle cuff with a padlock as well. Master threaded the chain left ankle chain through a D ring attached to the left side of my chastity belt and he finished by padlocking the end of the chain to my left wrist cuff. The right ankle chain went through a D ring on the opposite side of my belt and was padlocked to the D ring on my right wrist cuff. Master used a third, shorter chrome chain to attach to the D ring on the front of my collar.

"Touch your breasts slave."

The command took me by surprise and I hesitated briefly before reaching up to touch my nipples. Master reacted by pulling the chains attached to my wrist cuffs downward slowly until my long fingernails could barely brush the tips of my nipples. Master threaded a small padlock through the left wrist chain and locked it to the D ring on the side of my chastity belt. He then did the same thing with my right wrist chain. The effect was I could only lift my wrists a few inches above my waist and just barely touch my nipples with the tips of my fingernails. Master finished by taking the chain hanging from my collar and attaching it to both of my ankle chains with a single padlock in front of my stomach. This caused the chains going to my ankle cuffs to be drawn up so there was just enough slack to walk without much restriction at all. I had only been chained like this once before and I recalled Master referred to this as a "sirik" although I have no idea why he called it that.

Master reached up and touched my face gently with his palm which always makes me melt inside. Master kissed me softly then moved his hand to my nose/ear chain. He carefully removed my nose ring which made me wince as he pulled the ring slowly from my nose. He then removed the earring the chain was attached to which made me involuntarily shiver. Once it was removed he set it aside and used my leash chain to tug me to the bed.

As I reached the edge of the bed he stepped around behind me. I felt him move my hair to the side and kiss my neck tenderly before giving me a gentle love bite. He pulled away as he held up a black lycra half hood up so that I could see it briefly. I thought of protesting but I changed my mind as it was far better than trying to sleep in a leather or latex hood. Master carefully pulled the hood over the top of my head using his fingers to stretch it out. My vision quickly disappeared as the half hood was pulled over my eyes. The portion of the hood that went over my eyes had padding sewn in which ensured my vision was completely blocked. I felt him work his fingers out from the sides and as he did so the lycra gripped my head like a second skin. The hood covered my nose but there were several grommets built in that allowed me to breathe easily through my nose and my mouth wasn't covered at all.

Master's strong, firm hands helped guide me down onto the bed slowly. I knelt on the bed and then Master held me as he tilted me onto my side on the cold satin sheets. Once I was on my side he half lifted and pushed me across the satin sheet and then I felt him climb onto the bed behind me. Master gently lifted my head up as he slipped one of the satin covered pillows under it. He then slipped one arm under me and I could feel him pull the satin sheet over the top of us with his other hand. His free arm slipped over the top of me to cradle my breasts and he pulled me into his muscular chest. I could feel his semi erect cock resting against my ass and I relaxed into him. Master moved the arm under me until he was able to rest his hand on top of my thigh just under my chastity belt.

I could feel the warmth of my Master's body and soon the satin sheets had heated up nicely. I felt so safe in my Master's arms that I started to drift off to sleep. I knew in the back of my mind that this was just one night but I also knew there would be many more. I drifted off to sleep with a knowing smile on my face.