Ambers torment

Her mind trying to get control of her reactions and trying not to overreact in her spasms becomes difficult. Amber's mind embraces the fact she is helpless to his Sadistic desires. Her nipples burn from the pain and the tight clover clamps on her nipples. She huffs into the hole in the hood. A weak barely audible voice calls out, "Thank You Master" as she gains her faculties and remembers to respond appropriately. The crops slowly taps down her body; teasing her helpless form as it writhes secured to the bed. Four more strikes from the crop stings Amber's inner thighs again and then the nothingness returns.

The bed shifts slightly to the right. The nipples clamps are removed slowly. The voice enters her ear, "Are you okay slut?" Amber nods her head and mummers out, "yes Master, thank You." He replies, "Good. Now do not run away as I will be back and the fun will begin." The sensations leave her as she reaches out to find him. The music is turned up slightly. The fall of the steps on the stairs indicates he is going upstairs. Bound, spread and hooded, Amber is left to alone again. Her body awakened now fully, wanting more, desiring more, needing more...that will come.


Chapter 3

Even wish music going it is difficult to track time. The hood helps keeps disorientation a part of the waiting period. Suddenly the touch on the tight startles Amber back to her senses. Her hips gyrate in want and showing her desire. The legs are disconnected from the chain then the arms and the careful voice in the ear saying, "back off the bed and crawl to the chair." The chair is a wonderful 70's looks chair that occupies a space in the center along the back wall. Near by always are the selection of crops and canes. The chair is the perfect height for someone kneeling to be able to give oral pleasure. Additionally the chair is low enough so that the legs and thighs of the slave can be easily reached by the collection of canes and crops.