Page 73 of The Naughty List

“Yes, Sir,” I say, and feel a crazy need to defend myself, in case he deems meunworthyor something. “I love BDSM and pain play. I haven’t done it like this, no, but I can do, I promise. Iwantto. It’s why I starred the items on the naughty list, because it’s what I want. I need it.”

“It’s ok,” he says, with just the slightest hint of a smile. “You don’t have to sell your suitability to me. A yes would suffice.”

I take some breaths as the truth of my words sink in. I do want this. This is the stuff dreams are made of. It’s exactly the kind of thing I’ve been fantasising over for years, and it’s right here in front of me. I look at mySirwith stronger eyes.

“Yes, Sir. I’m certain I’m ready for this experience.”

“Excellent,” he says. “Then let’s get started.”

He directs me over to one of the large walls, where there are strong metal bars placed horizontally all the way up, like a ladder. He takes some leather cuffs from a side table, and I offer my wrists to him willingly. He buckles them tight, but professionally, checking their security before ordering me to stand with my back against the bars and raise my arms above my head, as far as they will go.

I do as I’m told with ayes, Sir,as I get in position. He fixes both cuffs to one of the bars, and I test them, tugging.

He’s good. There will be no slipping out of these.

“You have gorgeous tits,” he tells me, taking some bondage rope from the table. “Have you ever had them bound before?”

“Thank you, and yes, Sir.”

But it turns out that my idea of tit bondage and his idea of tit bondage are two very different things. I thought Connor was rough with rope when he bound my tits together, but Sir uses the thin rope like ribbon, one breast at a time, wrapping the cord around and around until they are darkening in seconds. Fuck, this isn’t like I’ve known it before. He uses a fresh piece of cord to bind them together, and I’m already moaning at that. I close my eyes as he wraps the rope around the back of my neck and uses it to hoist my bound tits higher.

My God, the blood is pumping through the rope. My tits are already pulsing.

It’s the kind of stuff from my favourite porn movies, and through the fear my endorphins are already beginning to flow, breaths shallowing.

I love tit bondage.

I love the way the sensations become so intense that you can come from your nipples alone – a solid thread of electric that runs straight from your tits to your clit.

This guy –Sir –could get me off in seconds, I’m sure.

He brushes my swollen nipples with his thumbs, teasing me as I squirm. I’m already spreading my legs like a whore, and he looks down, but doesn’t touch me.

“A true submissive,” he says. “Excellent.”

“I’m a good pain slut, Sir,” I tell him, breaths rasping.

“I’ve no doubt of that, but still. I’m sure we’ll find your limits tonight.”

Fuck, it sounds scary, coming from his mouth, but I’m already losing my head to everything but the sensations. He gives my tits time to swell, staring, and I start to pant, squirming in my bonds as they prickle. God, I wish he’d touch me. I want him to hurt them. To tease them. To use them. But he’s so calm, so stoic, so poised as he reaches slowly with both hands, his fingers gently gripping my nipples.

The sensation is incredible. I feel it all the way to my toes.

Sir is smirking as I moan, blinded by pain as he pinches my nipples sharp and hard. It makes me hiss. Makes me squirm and grunt as he stretches them before finally letting go.

“Good girl,” he says, moving to the table and coming back with two clamps.

He tightens them on my nipples, slowly for maximum effect. I writhe against my bonds, letting out a whimper.

“Spread your legs,” he says, and I do as I’m told, fighting the urge to beg him to touch me.

He’s careful not to brush my clit as he applies clamps to my pussy lips, just tugs at them to make sure they are clipped solid. Ah, the blood pumps there, too. This is good. So good.

Sirtakes a crop from the rack and taps it against his palm as he watches me squirming.

“Keep your legs spread wide,” he tells me, and I nod for him.

“Yes, Sir.”

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