He was looking forward to clamping her nipples and torturing them. After weeks of vanilla sex the little buds would be extra sensitive since she was no longer used to having them squeezed so tightly. Michael looked forward to watching her reaction.
Reluctantly pulling away, he walked over to the coffee table where he’d lined up everything he wanted to use this evening and picked up the pair of rubber-tipped clamps with dangling red jewels, which would match her collar, and the length of dark red bondage rope. When he turned around, Ellie was watching him with wide, excited eyes, her breath coming in fast pants which made the mounds of her breasts jiggle on her chest as she practically wriggled with excitement, easily falling back into the scene. He walked back slowly, giving her time for her trepidation, her excitement to grow. His cock felt about ready to pound through his leathers as he took in the sight of her in his collar; every time his eyes fell on it, it was like his entire body jerked with excitement and male satisfaction.
“If you tied me up like this just to decorate me, I might have to hurt you,” Ellie said - teasing him, making it sound like more of a confession than a threat, but it still made Michael shake his head.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to threaten your Dom when you’re tied down and at his mercy?” he asked as he began winding the bondage rope around the base of her breasts in a figure eight configuration. The soft mounds pulled inward towards each other and then began to balloon as Michael tightened the rope and tied it off. It only took a few moments for her creamy flesh to begin to pinken as the blood was trapped in her breasts. Ellie was panting even more now, her body quivering with arousal from the small stimulation and discomfort, and this time she didn’t have the brain power for a sassy answer.
Leaning over, Michael sucked one pert nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make her arch and cry out before releasing it with a pop, and repeating the process on the other nipple. Now the two little buds were glistening, their color a slightly darker pink than before.
Michael held up the clamps. “See? They match your new collar. Aren’t they pretty?”
He was probably going to be referring to her collar a lot. Just seeing it on her made him want to whoop for joy. Hold her down and pound into her until she was full of his cum. Wrap himself around her and never let her go.
The little jewels dangled down in front of her and Ellie’s glazed eyes met his. “Yes, Michael, very pretty.”
“They’re going to be even prettier in a minute.”
Using both hands, he placed the clamps around her nipples at the same time, easing them onto the tiny buds so the pressure increased incrementally until they were finally completely closed.
“Huuuurts,” Ellie whined, although it wasn’t entirely a complaint. In a way, she was egging him on, since his Ellie wasn’t too often very vocal during a scene until they were well into it. She knew damn well what hearing her whine would do to him.
Naughty girl.
“Good,” he said, just for the satisfaction of watching her eyes dilate at the response. “Now I’m going to make you hurt some more.”
Not much though. Since she’d shocked him by immediately accepting his collar, he was changing up his plan for tonight. There was going to be a lot less foreplay than he’d initially planned. Maybe a few stripes on her lovely breasts. A little bit of pain for her pussy.
He didn’t want her too distracted when he finally slid his cock into her ass and claimed her completely.
******
For a moment, just a brief moment, when Michael had put the permanent collar around her throat, Ellie had been afraid it would feel like it was choking her. A permanent collar meant so much more than a play collar. It wasn’t quite the same as having a collar that was welded shut, and they’d have to have a collaring ceremony to exchange any vows, but both of them knew what it meant.
She was finally, truly, accepting Michael as her Master. As a real part of her life. Not just in a scene, but also outside of it.
They’d done the sexy scenes and club contract, they’d done the reconnecting, dating, and vanilla relationship for over a month now… it was time to merge the two sides of their relationship together. So when he’d offered the collar, she hadn’t hesitated.
Was she scared? Yes. She was still terrified of messing this up.
But, like she’d told Michael, she really did actually feel better once the collar was on her. It didn’t feel like it was choking her at all. It was more like a hug. A cool, but swiftly warming, permanent hug. The chains weren’t tight at all, they looked like a necklace that she could easily wear with everything, and she could feel it encircling the very base of her neck, a reassuring weight which reminded her of Michael’s patience and tender care.
As a counterweight to the security and soft happiness the collar gave her, her breasts were becoming sore and achy from being bound so tightly and her nipples were throbbing from the bite of the clamps, to remind her that her gentle lover was also a nasty sadist.
Two sides of a coin, and all hers.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Ellie moaned as Michael started to spank her breasts, turning the slightly pink mounds a darker pink as his hand batted them back and forth. She could see the arousal growing in his eyes, not just from swatting her tender bits, but also from her vocal response. She’d never really cared before, whether or not a Dom was aroused by what she said or the sounds she made, but knowing Michael was just made her want to make them more - so she could seehisreaction.
And he didn’t disappoint.
The sadistic light flared in his eyes, his hand pausing for just a moment after her moan, as if he wanted complete silence so he could drink in the sound, and she was pretty sure she saw the front of his pants jerk. The large bulge made it clear he was fully erect in his leathers, all large and hard and ready to be inside of her.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The more he smacked her breasts, the more she moaned, trying to arch her back upwards only to find herself restrained by the strap across her ribs, and the reminder of her immobility just turned her on even more. When he stopped spanking her tender mounds, he gripped one in each hand, fingers digging into the soft pink flesh painfully before easing back just a bit so he could start kneading them. Being so tightly bound, even the massage was uncomfortable, and Ellie gasped and whimpered as her breasts tingled under his firm touch, feeling swollen to three times their normal size.
“Michael… Michael pleaaaaaaase,” she begged, panting, as he continued to torment her by playing with her breast and leaving her empty, needy pussy all alone. The upper half of her body felt hot and swollen, coursing with sensation, while her lower half was left throbbing with arousal but completely untouched. She couldn’t even rub her thighs together to achieve some kind of stimulation.
