She wanted him to touch her. Her body did everything it could to let him know she wanted him. He already knew what she wanted, what she needed. He decided to make her wait. Why? Maybe for no other reason than because he could. He had plans for the evening, plans that he did not want to hurry. He liked the look of need and desire on her face. He liked the fact it was directed at him, he liked the soft moans she made as if calling to him, begging for his touch. She lay on her side and he sat on the edge of the bed near the curve of her hip. He had already told her to remove all her clothing. There was nothing physical keeping him from touching her. Just his own fading will. He knew she needed to be touched. Instead he looked down at her, his eyes sweeping a hot trail across her skin. He liked how the restraints around her wrists pulled her arms up and out of the way. He had fastened the restraints around her wrists and secured her to the heavy wooden post of the bed with a small chain. He like the look that flashed across her face when he had told her to bring him the restraints and the chain. He knew that behind her scared expression she was remembering the last time he had restrained her. On each ankle he had attached leather cuffs but had not secured her to anything with them, not yet. This was new to her, he had never totally restrained her. He wondered how she would react. That would come later.
She felt his eyes on her. She loved that look, it was a look of possession, of ownership. It made her want him even more. She belonged to him and they both knew it. He ran a fingertip down the graceful curve of her neck and felt her shiver when he stopped right above her breasts. He told her she was beautiful. He told her that he wanted to hurt her, that he was going to hurt her. She closed her eyes, she already knew that. She wanted him to and she loved to hear him say it. He left her side for a moment and returned with small clamps that he placed on both nipples.”Tell me when they start to hurt, I need to know.” She wanted to tell him they already hurt but knew this topical pinch would not concern him. Other than a small sharp cry when he tugged them to make sure they were tight she remained silent. He watched her face for a few seconds as if trying to register how uncomfortable she was. Her breathing was faster. He decided to wait. He had some things to do.
What was he waiting for she wondered? The waiting was more painful to her than the clamps biting into her nipples. The pain was a hundred times worse when he wasn’t by her side. A million scenarios played in her head, what was he going to do to her? She liked swiftness with punishment and today he was taking his time. She waited another minute and called out to him that they were really hurting now. He heard her and acknowledged her by saying good but please tell him when they really start to hurt. He heard her sigh with frustration and he smiled to himself. She wasn’t in real pain yet. He waited a few minutes until he noticed her wriggling around more than she had been. He walked over to her and reached down taking the chain of the clamps in his hand. He pulled hard up on the chain and she cried out trying to lift herself off the bed to follow the pull of the chain. “Are they hurting more now?”
“Yes Sir” her voice was tight as if she was close to losing control. He knew they hurt, they were tight and he had them across the center of both nipples. When he pulled them again he watched the tears pool in her eyes. “Should I take them off?” he asked her resting the weight of the chain between two fingers.
“If you would like, Sir.” but her eyes asked him to please, please take them off. She knew it didn’t matter what she wanted.
“Good girl, nice answer.” he said watching her face as he pulled the chain once more. He liked how she breathed when he hurt her, how her body felt damp beneath the flushness of her skin.
“I don’t think I should.” He stood up and left her side again. This time he came back right away but stood behind her. She wanted to turn and look at him but couldn’t because of the way her arms were held over her head. He noticed her squirming. She felt his finger at the base of her spine. She felt him go lower and he ran his finger across her bare cheeks. She could tell he traced the angry lines of the cane. He liked how she jumped when he touched her. Her skin showed the cane marks so well. He could count the lines and did so to himself as he touched and pressed not so gently into each one. He told her to roll over onto her stomach. Once she did he had her pull her knees slightly up. It wasn’t easy because of her arms being tied yet she did and rested herself on her elbows. He told her he was going to put a plug in her bottom, that is was larger than the one she was used to and that it may hurt her. She didn’t speak but he felt her tense when he moved behind her. She hated this part, hated when he allowed himself such an intimate view of her. He spread her cheeks and he felt her almost pull away before catching herself. This was good for her, she always fought him doing this and he could feel her internal struggle. It excited him that she was able to remain strong in her submission to him. He asked her how her nipples felt, told her maybe this would be a distraction for her. She felt the cool wetness of lubricant on his finger as he touched her. He rubbed it around gently before sinking his finger into her. She gasped and then shuddered as she tried to relax into his touch. Experience had taught her it hurts less if she is relaxed. As he moved slowly in and out of her readying her for the plug he tried to be gentle. He did not want her to continue to associate this type of touch with pain. He asked her if she was ready for the plug.
“Are you sure…if you are… ask me for it.” She was quiet for a moment before asking him to put the plug inside of her. She felt it press inside her and even though he was slow she felt herself pull and stretch. For a moment she couldn’t breath, not only because of the pain but mostly because of the sensation that she was not quite used to. She felt violated, open and full. She also felt aroused. By the time the plug was fully inside her she was ready to beg him to take her. Of course she knew better than that. She kept her eyes closed trying to absorb all the sensations flooding her body. Her eyes were still closed when he told her to roll back over onto her side. He walked back around to stand in front of her and sat back down at her side. Again, she wanted him to touch her. He rolled her slightly onto her back and cupped her wetness beneath the palm of his hand. He pressed into her making small circles, as he did he tugged on the chain that held her nipple clamps together. She moaned and her eyes fluttered open and closed. He told her that he could bring her as much pleasure as pain. He wanted her to remember that. He also told her that he didn’t know which he liked the most. “Good thing I don’t have to choose.” he said with a hint of smugness that would have made her smile if her mind was not already overwhelmed with emotions. He told her that he was going to do something different. He asked her if she trusted him and she said that yes she did. “We shall see.” was his response. He placed a blindfold over her eyes and tied it tightly around the back of her head. She wasn’t expecting this. He lifted her head slightly and pressed the small wax ear plugs into her ears. As she realized what he was doing his question raced across her mind, yes she really did trust him but could she do this. She realized that he was taking away her senses…that he could even control that. She was scared, but tried to relax. The silence around her made her so much more aware of the pain and fullness in her bottom and the sharp bite across each of her nipples. She smelled leather beneath her nose and realized he was going to gag her. She opened her mouth to accept it and he pressed the ball against her lips. She felt him secure it.
He watched her closely for a few minutes as her body adjusted to the loss of her senses. He stayed by her side not wanting to risk her safety, knowing she could panic at anytime. Every few minutes he would touch her to let her know he was beside her. He wanted her in a full submissive state and as her body stilled he could tell she was drifting there. After a few more minutes he decided to play with her a bit more. He lit a candle and knew she couldn’t see or hear what he did. He stood above her and allowed the first hot splatter of wax to land on her shoulder. The next landed on the side of her breast. She jumped each time the wax landed on her skin and she softly cried out beneath the gag. Soon she was covered in shiny white dots and drips from his candle. Her breathing was shallow and weighted as she struggled with the contrasting feelings of limited and overflowing stimulation. He sat by her side once more.
She wanted him to touch her…but he decided to make her wait. He looked at his watch, it was still early.