Page 64 of Cruel Master
She can’t see what I’m doing from this angle, so I take my time looking through the options. I select a couple of items and head back to Juliet, who hasn’t moved, of course. She’s strapped down so securely only her eyes can move freely.
When I hold up the nipple clamps, she makes what sounds like a protest around the gag, and it makes me smile. She lovesthe pain she gets from spanking, even when it is severe, but she hates the clamps. A genuine punishment.
These aren’t especially harsh, so she can keep them on for a while, and I’ve added a special feature. A weighted bell dangles from each, and they jingle as I line the first one up with Juliet’s nipple.
I only have to play with it for a second until it hardens. Even though she’s obviously scared, this turns her on, too. It never fails to amaze me. She jerks as I clip on the clamp, and the bell goes crazy. I’m sure that sound is going to annoy the hell out of her by the time we’re done.
The second bell joins the first as I add the second clamp. Her chest is heaving as she tries to adjust to them, and even that is enough to make the bells ring. I give her a couple of minutes to get herself together, wipe away the single tear from the corner of her eye, and press a rubber ball into her right hand.
“Squeeze it,” I instruct, and she does, brows creased. It lets out a squeak, and she jumps, setting the bells off again. The frustrated huff she manages through the gag tells me she’s already getting pissed off with them. Good.
“Squeeze this if you're in genuine distress. By that, I mean, you’re struggling to breathe. If you use it for any other reason, you get an extra thirty minutes on the chair. Squeeze once if you understand.”
She hesitates, probably checking my words for a trap, then gives the ball a single squeak.
Then, I press a button and reveal the chair’s final surprise. She manages a strangled cry around the gag, and the bells go crazy again as the bottom section, which holds the dildos, starts to vibrate. It goes for five seconds, then stops, and she stares at me, eyes wide.
“It’ll do that every thirty seconds. If you count, you’ll be able to track it.”
Not enough to make her orgasm, but enough to tease her and have her very ready by the time I start to play.
She won’t be able to resist counting down. I watch her face and catch the moment she tenses in anticipation of the vibrations. Yep, there it is. She’s ready for it, and this time, the bells barely make a sound.
“Relax, doll. You’ll be there for a while.”
As Saldar, I always left during punishments, but I have no intention of doing that this time. Instead, I pick up the sketch pad I gave her. I’ve been dying to look through it, but showing that sort of interest as Saldar would have damaged the illusion. Now I can assuage my curiosity.
I glance up to see Juliet’s gaze is locked on me. She was always secretive about her projects, never wanting anyone to look at them until everything was well underway. I lift the sketch pad. “I’m just going to look at this to pass the time. Don’t mind me.”
Her face contorts, and her eyes flicker closed as the vibrations hit again. I turn my attention to the paper. It takes me turning a few pages before I fully understand what I’m seeing. The first few pages hold sketches of characters, starting as rough scratches but working up to intricate, detailed designs.
I remember Juliet showing me Saldar for the first time, once she had him just how she wanted him. He drew attention straight away, all shadow and sharp angles with a few hints of color mixed in. These new creations couldn’t be more different.
Color fills the page. The characters are more stylized and anime-like than Saldar’s hyper-realistic form. All women, brightly rendered, with expressions ranging from determined to joyful. I smile when I see one holding the leash of a giant spider, walking it like a dog.
It’s a new game.
Seeing Juliet’s creativity burning so bright, even in the miserable prison I created for her, does something to my heart. She can make the game. She’ll have access to all the resources she’d need—I’ll see to that—and the Brotherhood can even release it, if she wants.
It’s so hard to fight the urge to tell her. To free her from the chair right now and rush her to my lab, where she can start work on her new creation. It would be a disaster if I did. At the moment, I need to prioritize strength over leniency. In my imagination, she’s smiling and happy, but in reality, she’d be searching for a knife to stab me with.
To distract myself, I keep turning the pages, finding sketches of locations next. Futuristic settings that look utopian rather than dystopian. Fun escapism, not the dark and gritty content her games usually lean toward.
She’s dreaming of a better place than the one I’ve trapped her in.
I check my watch. Twenty-five minutes have passed, which means Juliet’s poor nipples need some attention. She blinks at me as I approach, but she hasn’t used the squeaky ball yet. She’s doing okay.
When I unclip the clamps, she jerks, moaning through the gag. Her nipples are rock solid and an angry red. I touch one with the tip of my finger just as the vibrations hit, and this time, her eyes roll back. Interesting.
I drop my head and tease the sore peak with my tongue while I slide my hand down to Juliet’s clit. I circle it as I work on her nipples with my tongue, and the reaction is instant. She jerks at first, then her breathing picks up. The vibrations, or maybe the punishment as a whole, has my girl all worked up.
I don’t touch her where she needs it, just drag my finger round and round the spot until she lets out a whine. I had her well trained to beg for pleasure as Saldar. Will she do the same for me now that I’m myself?
I keep up the maddening motion as I switch my mouth to her other nipple. She’s shifting in her seat now, the little that she can, and when the vibrations hit, she whines again. I lift my head to look in her eyes. They’re wide and glassy. Fuck, I love that expression.
“Do you want to come?” I ask, watching her closely. She can’t answer, but she gives a series of tiny nods. I drag my finger over her clit, and her eyes flutter.
“The next time I let you orgasm, my cock will be buried deep in your ass. You’re going to need to ask me very nicely to fuck you there if you want that to happen. Are you ready to do that?”
