The room was dark and just a little on the cool side, as I settled onto the bench. My skin was tingling with anticipation, and my nipples began to harden in the air as my master arranged my naked body the way he wanted it. He bound my hands above my head, checking I was comfortable. It was to be a long session today.
Master’s fingers teased my already hardening nipples to their pretty peaks, twisting and pulling to get a reaction from me, a slight moan of pleasure, before my gasp of pain as he tightened the clamps on them, a chain connecting them to my collar.
“Good girl” he told me, with a kiss on the cheek, his voice low and telling of how turned on he was, his fantasy about to be fulfilled.
Softly his fingers traced over my stomach and down my thighs, where he roughly forced my knees apart, making me draw a sharp breath at the suddenness of it. He fixed my feet and knees in place and I heard him moving about in the darkness. Anticipation filled me and I confess I started to get a little damp from the expectation of what was to come.