nipple by
sliding a toggle towards the lasso end. They had been more aesthetic than
anything else, offering a mild squeezing sensation. Then they had progressed to
adjustable ones that stung like hell when he first put them on and when he took
them off. But they always, always increased Megan’s pleasure. She adored them.
So the vibrating ones…well, they
should be a real treat.
But her poor nipples hadn’t been
clamped in four years, so it might take a while to adjust. Sure, she had tried
pinching them herself whilst masturbating but it just wasn’t the same as the
hard unforgiving bite of clamps.
Matt held up a pair of handcuffs.
“Now, sub. I’m going to put these
on. What’s your color?”
“Green,
Master.” She nibbled her lower lip.
“Good.” He smiled. “These are to
keep you in place and to stop you touching yourself or offering yourself any
relief.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
Matt closed the one handcuff over
her left wrist, and then wrapped the chain around the tap at Megan’s head. Then
he closed the other handcuff over her right wrist.
“How do they feel?”
Megan tilted her head to peer up
at her hands. She was chained to the sink. Naked. The
thought made her smile inwardly. It was an image that would have many a
feminist balking with rage. But here, between her and Matt, it was about what
they both wanted. She was giving him the power. Handing over
control to him. And it wasn’t exactly like he’d chained her up to do the
dishes. She was the dish. The main course.
“They feel good, Master. Thank
you.”
He ran a hand over her left
breast, cupping the full mound and letting out a low whistle. “Such great
breasts, sub. Makes me want a tit wank right now.”
Megan eyed his strong hand as he
toyed with her heavy flesh and followed it along to his tattooed arm. She
adored the colorful pattern of ink that told its own story. She wondered if
he’d had any new ink on his torso in their time apart. She would love to see
his bare chest, his rippling stomach with its own six-pack of hard muscle and
the gorgeous v that ran down over his hips like an arrow to his large cock. She
had used the image many a time to masturbate, even when pretending that it was
not his body she pictured.
“Would that please you, Master?”
Megan was aroused by the image of taking his gorgeous cock between her tits and
masturbating him until he spurted his hot cum all over her. She would open her
mouth and swallow his salty-sweet ejaculation with enthusiasm. She had missed
the taste of him, even how his girth made her jaw ache when she sucked him off.
Many a time after performing fellatio on him, she’d had an ache in her jaw for
days afterwards. But it was an ache that made her smile because it was worth it
just to take him in her mouth.
“It would. But there’s time for
that. Right now, I want to focus on you.”
Time? Time was the one thing that they didn’t really have. She had a job and
commitments in the city. She would have to get back there soon. To her boring
little dead-end library job where her days were quiet and lonely and her poky high-rise
apartment with its faulty shower and empty fridge. Sure, it would be great to
go back there. To leave all this heat and pleasure behind
again. To be alone, without her best friend who she had missed so much
it hurt as if she’d actually been stabbed in the gut.
“SUB!” Matt’s raised voice startled her. “Are you focused?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Master. I’m
focused.”
“Well, keep it that way or I’ll
have to teach you how to behave all over again.”
“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”
Matt was right. She should be
focusing on the here and now, not ruining this one night with thoughts about
her miserable life. The life she had hoped would be better than staying in
Cherub. The life she had tried to convince herself that she wanted. The life
where she spent virtually all her time thinking about Matt, dreaming about
their time
sliding a toggle towards the lasso end. They had been more aesthetic than
anything else, offering a mild squeezing sensation. Then they had progressed to
adjustable ones that stung like hell when he first put them on and when he took
them off. But they always, always increased Megan’s pleasure. She adored them.
So the vibrating ones…well, they
should be a real treat.
But her poor nipples hadn’t been
clamped in four years, so it might take a while to adjust. Sure, she had tried
pinching them herself whilst masturbating but it just wasn’t the same as the
hard unforgiving bite of clamps.
Matt held up a pair of handcuffs.
“Now, sub. I’m going to put these
on. What’s your color?”
“Green,
Master.” She nibbled her lower lip.
“Good.” He smiled. “These are to
keep you in place and to stop you touching yourself or offering yourself any
relief.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
Matt closed the one handcuff over
her left wrist, and then wrapped the chain around the tap at Megan’s head. Then
he closed the other handcuff over her right wrist.
“How do they feel?”
Megan tilted her head to peer up
at her hands. She was chained to the sink. Naked. The
thought made her smile inwardly. It was an image that would have many a
feminist balking with rage. But here, between her and Matt, it was about what
they both wanted. She was giving him the power. Handing over
control to him. And it wasn’t exactly like he’d chained her up to do the
dishes. She was the dish. The main course.
“They feel good, Master. Thank
you.”
He ran a hand over her left
breast, cupping the full mound and letting out a low whistle. “Such great
breasts, sub. Makes me want a tit wank right now.”
Megan eyed his strong hand as he
toyed with her heavy flesh and followed it along to his tattooed arm. She
adored the colorful pattern of ink that told its own story. She wondered if
he’d had any new ink on his torso in their time apart. She would love to see
his bare chest, his rippling stomach with its own six-pack of hard muscle and
the gorgeous v that ran down over his hips like an arrow to his large cock. She
had used the image many a time to masturbate, even when pretending that it was
not his body she pictured.
“Would that please you, Master?”
Megan was aroused by the image of taking his gorgeous cock between her tits and
masturbating him until he spurted his hot cum all over her. She would open her
mouth and swallow his salty-sweet ejaculation with enthusiasm. She had missed
the taste of him, even how his girth made her jaw ache when she sucked him off.
Many a time after performing fellatio on him, she’d had an ache in her jaw for
days afterwards. But it was an ache that made her smile because it was worth it
just to take him in her mouth.
“It would. But there’s time for
that. Right now, I want to focus on you.”
Time? Time was the one thing that they didn’t really have. She had a job and
commitments in the city. She would have to get back there soon. To her boring
little dead-end library job where her days were quiet and lonely and her poky high-rise
apartment with its faulty shower and empty fridge. Sure, it would be great to
go back there. To leave all this heat and pleasure behind
again. To be alone, without her best friend who she had missed so much
it hurt as if she’d actually been stabbed in the gut.
“SUB!” Matt’s raised voice startled her. “Are you focused?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Master. I’m
focused.”
“Well, keep it that way or I’ll
have to teach you how to behave all over again.”
“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”
Matt was right. She should be
focusing on the here and now, not ruining this one night with thoughts about
her miserable life. The life she had hoped would be better than staying in
Cherub. The life she had tried to convince herself that she wanted. The life
where she spent virtually all her time thinking about Matt, dreaming about
their time
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