Princess curled up tightly into a ball on her bed, trying to get as comfortable as possible. She lay there, goosebumps forming as it is that time of year when the air is starting to chill, hoping Sir will be nice enough to turn on the little gray space heater for her soon. She heard him move in his chair so she looked up, resting in his hand that was extended out to her, was a pair of earbuds – the comfy kind she can sleep in not the raddy old ones that hurt her ears (she was right that she would get a reward for being early!). She happily reached out to them and slipped them on waiting to see what he might have her listening to today. He changed it daily, sometimes it was hypno files he found or recorded himself, sometimes it was positive self affirmations (her least favorite), and at very rare times it was her most liked Spotify playlist. Today it was a hypnotic file aimed at changing her to be a better toy for him, she wasn’t complaining, at least it wasn’t the affirmations file! She curled back into her ball and heard the “click” of the heater as it kicked on, she purred quietly, happily floating, as she laid her head down next to his feet and fell into a slight slumber.
Today was an interesting day for him, while yes, it was a work day, he only had two of his usual six meetings which meant he had plenty of time for play after, while the meetings would give her time to stew and wonder about what he had planned.
What did he have planned? She would find out soon enough. The meetings passed by uneventful, with an occasional nudge and purr as they would occasionally move to get comfortable together. When the second meeting ended he could tell that her file time was wrapping up and he decided he would reward her with some of her music playlist for a few minutes while he finished up the last bit of work before lunch, to put them both in good moods. He heard her happily giggle as she realized the headphones had changed their tune, she knew she was being a good girl and getting rewarded for it!
After he finished up his work he was hungry for lunch, but he wanted some play first. He rolled back in his chair and admired his slut, curled in a ball, looking at him intently, waiting to be told her next instructions. He smiled at her, taking it all in. She started to fidget with her long brown hair, unintentionally, he knew she didn’t like attention like this, it made her nervous to be “on display” as she puts it.
After a long deep sigh he stands, takes his left hand, points to the floor next to him, and says “follow”. She starts to move immediately, almost getting to her feet but remembering her place and crawling over to follow where he leads. He walks her over to the cabinet to grab her baby blue play collar and matching lead, she kneels into position with her legs spread wide and her hands intertwined behind her head holding her hair out of the way, patiently waiting for Sir to buckle it on her neck. He takes in the view, the luscious breasts, erect nipples, wet pussy, all his, all waiting, all willing to take whatever he decides, whether it be pleasure or pain, or, a mix of both. He reaches down and takes a tit in his right hand, massaging it, and says
“What are you?”
“A set of tits and holes for your entertainment, Sir.”
“Again.”
“I am a set of tits and holes for your entertainment, Sir.”
“Good.” He said with a delightful pinch to remind her she was his plaything. He moved to her neck and buckled the collar on, making it tight, but not too tight, and attaching the leash but letting it hang. He liked to have the leash attached to remind her she was nothing more than his pet that needed his guidance at all times. He tugged up on the leash, “Stand”, she hurried to her feet. He reached into his pocket and grabbed two black small nipple clamps. She eyed them, knowing what was coming next but anticipating the pain they bring.
“Be a good girl,” he says, “or I will have to get out the clovers.”
She nods as he takes her ample right breast in his left hand, toying with it, making her wait, the suspense killing her. He rubs her nipple, just the way she likes it, making her moan like the slut she is.
“That’s right my dirty slut, moan for me” he says as he attaches the clip to her nipple. She lets out a shrill squeak as she gets used to the pain, breathing deeply. He pulls on the clamp lightly, smirking as she winces.
“Now the other one.”
“Yes Sir.”
He grabs her left breast, harshly this time, pulling up with her nipple, making her go on tip toe in order to let off some of the pain. He smiles and quickly attaches the other clip, tugging nicely to make sure it is secure, watching as she tries to catch her breath from the pain.
“One hour, while we cook and eat, you can do it my love.” He says bending down for a kiss on the forehead and a smile. He knows an hour will be a test for her, but that she is fully capable of doing it.
“Off to lunch, I will be along shortly” he said reaching down between her legs, only to find her pussy gushing with wetness. “Someone is happy to be in pain this morning” he says with a smirk.
With a giggle she manages “Yes Sir, I love to be in pain for you!”
He sent her off to make lunch for them both while he finished the last little bit he needed to do and prepare the area for what he had planned after.
To be continued…
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