From 'One Night' by Kim Knight.

 

 

The slaves worked slowly on each side of her - revealing portions of flesh, allowing their Master to study each new area of smooth skin before moving to the next. The leather suit had been designed for just this purpose and it served the purpose well. Hidden zips were silently opened to allow patches of leather to be removed. They began with the tight gloves that slid easily from her fingertips. Then the shoulder coverings. The leather at her hips was removed next, the curve of leather that remained to cover her groin and buttocks matched her form so perfectly that there was no denying that the suit had been made for her and her alone. Her stomach was revealed and then her neck. The two curved mounds over her chest were pulled away and the flesh spilled through, revealing rounded, natural, perfect breasts. The slaves paused in their work when their Master cleared his throat and gave a small gesture. They understood his direction and both dipped their heads at the same time, sucking in a nipple each and teasing it into life. They pulled back to reveal hardened nipples that quivered for more attention. Another gesture from their Master and the slaves returned to their initial task.

It took several minutes to remove the last of the leather - all but the thigh-high boots which were left. The curve at the top of each boot followed the contours of her hips and inner thighs, darting inside to disappear beneath the neatly shaven pussy lips. Just above, the diamond at her pierced navel glistened in the light as she breathed. When ordered, she parted her legs and a second glimmer revealed the presence of the silver ring through the hood of her clitoris. The glimmer also revealed her arousal to her Master - as he had expected.

The two slaves stepped back as their Master stood and approached. Hanging loosely from his fingers was a silver chain. He lifted the chain to her neck, lifting her ponytail to slip it beneath and rest it against her skin. The chain was cold but she gave no reaction as he laid the ends of the chain down the front of her chest. Her first reaction came as a tiny shiver when his hand clasped her right breast and lifted the nipple to the clamp. The small teeth bit into the sensitive flesh and her lips pressed tightly together. She had made no sound with the first but as the second clamp bit her and he let her breast fall as far as it could, a tiny gasp escaped her lips. The chain had been shortened since the last time she had worn it and her nipples were pulled tautly upwards, revealing much of the flesh on the underneath of her breast. He slipped another chain from his pocket. It was the same as the first except that this chain had two additional lengths attached. Tiny clips attached the chain to the clamps at her lifted nipples and then the remaining length was lowered until an identical clip was secured onto the quivering ring at her clitoris. She gritted her teeth as he let the chain fall, the slack letting it hang a few inches below her groin. The weight of it pulled on her most sensitive areas - her clitoris and nipples. It felt wonderful. She gasped as his fingers reached beneath her and twisted the ring, making the chain quiver. Her clitoris hardened, pushing even further from beneath the protective hood that held the ring. His fingers moved further back, dipping briefly into the wetness of her cunt. Once moistened, he lifted his finger to her mouth and ran the juice along her bottom lip before slowly licking it clean. The feel of his tongue on her mouth made her knees quiver and she almost stumbled. He must have noticed but paid no heed as he traced a line with his tongue down to her chin and along her jaw until her reached her ear. His breath was hot against her flesh and she soaked up his arousal as much as he did hers, closing her eyes and slightly tipping her head to give his mouth access to her smooth neck. She heard him chuckle softly, his fingers sliding up her stomach until they pushed between the mounds of her breasts.

She felt his fingers close around the chain a moment before he stepped back. She gasped and stumbled towards him as he walked back to the chair, using the chain as a lead. He sat down, pulling her with him and bringing tears to her eyes as her sensitive flesh was painfully stretched. She fell to her knees, leaning over his lap.

'Look at me.'

She slowly lifted her eyes to his, 'Master?'

He studied her watery eyes and smiled, 'You like it when I touch you as a lover might, don't you?'

'It pleases me if it pleases you, Master.'

His eyes narrowed with amusement, 'Good girl. Now, when I whip you, I want you to have the taste of me on your tongue and in your throat.'

'Yes, Master.'

She needed no further instruction and adjusted her position to allow access to him. Her trained hands freed him easily from the confines of his trousers and she took a moment to admire his length and girth. She knew, all too well, how good his size felt when it was sliding into her pussy - and how tight and all consuming when he chose to honour her arse rather than her cunt. She slipped her lips around him, sucking the very end and running her tongue across the smooth dome. She was instantly rewarded with a tiny quiver along his length. She followed that quiver with her lips, sliding her mouth down his entire length until her lips brushed the neatly trimmed pubic hair. She held him in her throat for several seconds before slowly sliding back. She was one of a handful of slaves that could take his full length and the only one who could control her actions as well as she did - she was favoured by her Master because of it and that sense of pride drove her mouth down on him once more. Her technique was such that within minutes his breath had quickened and tiny bumps rose along his skin. She was pleased to sense his restraint - he was savouring her touch, her mouth. She continued to slide her mouth down his length, neither speeding up nor slowing down, but maintaining a steady rhythm. It was the predictability of the strokes along his shaft that increased his arousal. With each pleasurable plunge of her mouth, he knew with no uncertainty that another was to follow. He knew that he could allow himself to climax at any moment - and it was perhaps that that made him savour her touch all the more. His position of certainty was so different from her own that it aroused them both so much more. It heightened his power over her and that was a powerful aphrodisiac for them both.

She knew that he was going to come a moment before the hot juice hit the back of her throat. The tiny shift in his movements, the slightest quiver along his shaft and she had known. It gave her the barest moment of warning but it was enough to allow her to be ready. She swallowed his come easily - barely tasting the salty fluid as most of it shot straight down her throat to settle warmly in her stomach.

Her Master groaned with satisfaction and the tiniest smiles of pride quivered at the corners of her mouth. She was grateful that he had not told her to release him. With her head still forward and her lips at the root of his penis, he had not seen that tiny smile.

'Chain her up.'