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Authors: Kallypso Masters

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“Good girl.”

Why did those two words of praise and his
gentle touch make her feel as if she could stand so much more for
him? Because she knew she wanted nothing more than to please Adam,
her Master.

He stroked her breasts, avoiding her tender
nipples, then pinched the sides of her breasts, taking the focus
away from her nipples and making the pain more tolerable.
Strange.

This Master/slave
relationship—arrangement—had begun as a game to get him to notice
her but had very quickly gone so much further than she’d ever
intended. Karla already felt herself morphing into the docile slave
Adam wanted. The independent, headstrong Karla should be bothered
that she was losing herself as she became someone else’s property,
but she’d wanted to belong to him for so long. No wonder he hadn’t
been attracted to her before. Her personality was too powerful. She
was too independent.

However, since they’d entered into this
arrangement, he’d paid much focused attention to her every need.
This had stopped being a game. She was growing to need him as her
Master, totally and completely.

She wanted nothing more than to become his
slave.

Chapter Six

 

 

Adam had just tested her for pain limits and
Karla hadn’t whined or balked. He’d even gone beyond her limits,
hoping she would safeword and put an end to this god-damned
arrangement. Nothing. Oh, at one point, she’d glared at him and
he’d seen the old Karla shining through—the one who wouldn’t put up
with anyone’s shit. Then she’d surrendered to his will.

Why didn’t she tell him to go fuck
himself?

Why did her complete surrender make him come
undone?

Had he been wrong about her? Was she
submissive? The thought of being her Dom made his dick grow hard,
no doubt about that. He may not be into the extreme of the
Master/slave relationship, but he sure as hell was dominant to the
bone—and her telling him he’d put her into subspace just made him
rock hard.

Oh, hell, who was he kidding? Karla was no
sub. He’d just need to make the arrangement even more onerous for
her to get her to realize this wasn’t the lifestyle for her. But
first, he had a raging need to suspend her and plant his mouth
between her legs, because he’d been wanting to go down on her since
he’d touched her wet, thong-covered pussy moments ago.

He went to the shelf and grabbed a bundle of
natural-colored hemp that he hadn’t dyed like the others, and
grinned as he thought about his plans for his little kitten. He’d
have to be sure to photograph her when he finished. He wished he’d
decided to do this in the rope-suspension theme room, where he
could have videotaped her to watch her expressions later. He’d been
able to glance at the nearby wall mirror a couple of times while he
worked, but her hair obscured her face. Besides, his focus needed
to be on what his hands were doing, because a mistake could cause
nerve damage or serious injury.

He knelt beside her and took her bound arms
in his hands. “I’m going to lower your body to the mat now. You’ll
be lying on your left side at first.” She relaxed into his hands—so
trusting—and he laid her gently on the mat. “Stretch out your legs
and relax them.” She did so.

Taking the hemp bundle in his hands, he
loosened the ends and stroked her abdomen, mons, and thighs with
the rope. She moaned, causing his balls to tighten. He’d never
worked with anyone before who had him so turned-on. Her responses
and surrender just about made him come undone. He’d wanted to give
her pussy time to heal from her first-time sex acts, but damn, it
wasn’t going to be easy to deflect his dick from its prime
target.

“I’m going to tie your ankle and pull your
foot back until it touches your upper thigh.” Adam began binding
her right thigh and calf in Futomomo fashion, with a single-column
tie just above the ankle, leaving it smooth in the front, but
loose. Taking the end of the rope, he pulled the heel of her foot
firmly against the back of her thigh and spiraled the rope around
her calf and thigh four times before finishing off with four knots
in the outer trench formed there.

Rolling Karla over to her other side, he bent
down and brushed his lips over hers. “Still with me, kitten?”

Her heavy-lidded eyes and sexy smile told him
she was incredibly relaxed. The woman did love the rope. “If you
feel a charley horse cramp, you tell me immediately and I’ll get
you out of the ropes and massage it out. Understood?”

She nodded meekly and he tweaked her nipple
clamp playfully. Her eyes opened wide as she hissed in a gasp of
air. He chuckled. “Soon, pet.” She scowled at him, but he didn’t
elaborate.

Picking up another bundle of the
neutral-colored hemp, Adam made his tie just above her right knee
and left the remainder of the rope lying beside her for the moment.
He added a rope just below her waist circling her body at the top
and bottom of her hips, then cross binding it, finishing with
multiple strands together on the upper side of each hip for the
suspension points.

“I’m going to lift you up now.”

“No! I’m too heavy! You’ll hurt your
back!”

He glared at her.

“Sir.”

Her lack of his title wasn’t what pissed him
off. “Kitten, I'll be the judge of how much weight I can lift. Now,
relax your neck and head, until I can prepare a sling to support
them after I have you suspended.”

He stood and ran the end of the rope up and
through the steel suspension ring overhead. He lifted her using the
suspension points at her hips and chest and checked her weight
distribution, then added the ropes that would support her legs. He
found the perfect height for what he planned and adjusted her
bindings until her head was slightly lower than her torso, to give
her a nice blood rush to the head. Later, he would invert her
completely for a short while to test her endurance, but he didn’t
want her fainting and putting an end to his play before it had even
started. She could remain in this position for hours.

Her hair fell toward the floor in a cascade
of shiny black curls, leaving him wanting to run his fingers
through the locks again. She’d been practically catatonic when he’d
massaged her scalp earlier. Definitely needed to play with her hair
more, not just pull it.

The gauzy wrap-around skirt fell open to
expose her thong. He couldn’t wait to taste her again. But first,
he needed to add neck and head support. He went back to the shelf
and picked up a long, wide silk scarf and fashioned it into a small
hammock for her head to rest on by folding it into a stretched
diamond shape, with the wide part under her head and the ends going
up to the ring or to rope.

“Are you comfortable, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. I don’t even feel the pull of the
rope.”

“Good.”

Taking the rope attached to her right knee,
he pulled and tightened it until her leg was spread open for him.
Very soon
.

“Oh!”

“Are you okay, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

He chuckled. “Well, I find this the best
position for when my beast needs to feed—like now.”

He heard the sweet hitch in her breath and
saw her nibbling her plump lower lip. She knew exactly what he
intended to do, but he’d let her anticipate his mouth on her pussy
awhile longer. He stood back to admire his sub…no, his slave.

“So beautiful.”

“Thank you for making me beautiful for you,
Sir.”

Oh, Karla. You were always beautiful.

Adam wasn’t sure why he couldn’t speak the
words aloud. He wondered just what kind of expectations she had for
what he’d be doing to her? He supposed she could have seen some of
his scenes in here over the past few months. But he liked to change
things up and improvise. He walked over to his toy bag, which he
had stashed in here earlier. Opening it, he pulled out the
Wartenburg wheel. Her tits and legs were going to be very
sensitive, not to mention some other parts of her anatomy. He also
pulled out two sixteen-inch floggers. Might as well warm her skin
up a bit before applying the wheel.

He set the items down on the mat and stared
at Karla, suspended above the floor, face up, totally helpless and
vulnerable. She began to squirm under his silent scrutiny.
Oh, I
definitely intended to take my time, kitten
.

He removed the skirt that not only obstructed
his view, but soon would block him from impacting some of the
places he wanted access to. The bit of gauze fluttered to the mat,
and he kicked it away. Now, time to make his kitten dance. He
reached out and cupped her breasts.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what, Master?” The anxiety he
heard in her voice caused his dick to harden, not to mention his
own anticipation.

“For me to remove the tit clamps?”

“Yes, Sir. If that’s what you want to do,
then I'd like to have them removed.”

He grinned. That docile mood soon disappear.
She apparently had no idea how much this was going to hurt. But
he’d left them on long enough. This wasn’t a punishment, after
all.

He smiled and took the first clamp between
his fingers.

“Hang on, kitten.”

 

* * *

 

Hang on? To what? I’m hanging from the
ceiling!

“I don’t understand, Sir. My hands are
bound.”

Instead of answering, he took the clamp on
her left nipple and began loosening the ring. She’d be glad to have
the tight things off. But immediately after the pincher was
removed, her nipple began to swell as blood and feeling rushed back
into the peak. Pain!

“Owww!” She jerked, which sent her swinging
from the rope above her. “Please, Sir, make it stop! Oh, my God!”
Karla tried to move away from Adam’s hands, but could only make
awkward, jerky motions with all the ropes he had her tied in. She
danced on the ends of the rope like a marionette, her body bouncing
off Adam’s body.

Adam’s hands stopped her from moving,
steadying the ropes, and he bent over her and took her aching
nipple into his mouth. “Please, Sir. No! Don’t bite it!”

He raised his head and met her gaze. “Kitten,
are you telling your Master what to do?”

Yes! No! Don’t displease him
. “No,
Sir. I’m sorry. I forgot myself.” Tears spilled from the corners of
her eyes as his tongue brushed against her sore nipple and she
fought the urge to scream at the torture her nipple endured, first
from the clamp and now his mouth. She’d never felt anything so
intense in her life. Oh, dear Lord, he still had to take the other
clamp off. She wanted to run from him, but there was no escape.

She choked on a sob. Adam’s mouth gently
licked and sucked on her nipple and her clit stirred to life. The
pain receded, replaced by an intense heat warming her entire body.
More!
“Oh, Sir!” What was happening? “That feels so…Oh my
God!” How had she gone from pain to pleasure as fast as a
glissando
on a keyboard?

He removed his mouth and reached up to remove
the other clamp.

“No, please, don’t!” Pain engulfed her again
and she screamed as her nip was released. “Ackkkk! Oh, God. No
more!”

“You know it will be better soon. Be brave
for me, kitten.”

Karla blubbered something incoherent, then
Adam’s warm, sweet tongue was licking her swollen and aching
nipple. Even faster this time, the pain turned to ecstasy, perhaps
because she wasn’t fighting it as much.

“That’s my girl.”

She wanted to be brave for her Master.

“Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhhh! Don’t stop, Sir!”

But he did stop and stood up. She groaned in
frustration.

Leaving her nipples wet in the chilled air
surrounding them, his hands began stroking her body, his fingers
tracing the circles of her breasts. Then one hand went underneath
her to her back as the other blazed a trail to her mons, but no
further, teasing her mercilessly.

“Touch me, Sir!”

“Where would you like me to touch you,
kitten?”

“Everywhere. My pussy. My clit. My
breasts.”

“That’s a lot of area to cover. I might need
some help.”

She quirked a brow and looked around to make
sure they were alone—she'd seen lots of threesomes in the club.
Alone. Thank the gods. Then she watched him bend down to pick up
two objects that looked cheerleader pom-poms—only these looked like
they were made of soft leather or suede. She held her breath.

Floggers.

Oh, those could be very painful from what
she’d seen in here on club nights. Damián was wicked with them,
leaving red marks that remained on the woman the rest of the night.
Why would Adam want to punish her? She'd been brave for him? Hadn’t
she?

“What was that thought?”

She forced her gaze to leave the floggers and
focus on Master Adam. “Did I displease you, Sir?”

“Absolutely not. Why would you ask?”

“Because you’re going to flog me.”

He grinned. “Trust me, love, these aren’t
only used for discipline. They can also kiss the skin just enough
to bring the blood flow to the surface, heightening your
senses.”

Without asking if she was ready, he stepped
back, took one flogger in each hand, and began twirling the strands
in the air between them until they were a frenzy of continuous
motion. He didn’t strike her skin yet.
Oh, dear Lord
. She’d
told him she wanted him to touch her clit and pussy.
Surely to
God he wouldn’t…not with those…oh God
.

The flogger first caressed her left ass cheek
and thigh with light thuds. As he repeatedly hit the same spots,
the skin grew warmer and more sensitive. She tried to jerk away,
but only sent herself into a half-spin. With Adam standing farther
away, he wasn’t there to stop her, and she spun in a full circle.
Out of nowhere, she felt his hand give her thigh a gentle push,
sending her spinning even more.

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