I stepped back from her, gathering myself after the intense fucking I'd given her. her head lolled forward in exhaustion, her hips still twitching with little aftershocks of pleasure, her hands clenching into fists and releasing as the shudders ran through her body. I released her ankle cuffs, tehn her wrist cuffs.

"Kneel," I said, and she did. "Clasp your hands behind your head." When she did, I told her that this was slave position, and that from now on when I said get in position, this was what it meant. "Do you want to clean my cock off?"

"Yes Master," she said, with a smile. She'd been waiting to get my cock in her mouth long enough. I stepped forward, and without breaking position she took me in her mouth and began bobbing back and forth, taking me all the way in, her lips making a perfect seal aruond my cock, which was still hard for the time being. The way this was going, it wuoldn't be long before I was ready again. I let her suck and lick for a full minute before I pulled out. She resumed her position, eyes straight ahead.

"Thank you Master."

"Did you like sucking my cock?"

"Yes Master."

"Did you like how I fucked you."

She looked up, into my eyes. "Oh yes, Master."

"Do you regret your decision to come here?"

"No Master."

We continued on like this for a time, me asking her questions, taking her through the process, cornering her into "yes Master" or "no Master" answers. She was getting it.

"You have loveley nipples," I said, reaching down to caress them as I stood in front of her. "Ever had them clamped before?"

"Master, I'd never even been tied up before tonight."

"Did I say I wanted to start a discussion?" I said sharply, not because I was angry with her but because I wanted to keep her on track.

"No Master," she replied, frowning.

"Then just answer my question."

"Yes Master. No, I have never had my nipples clamped."

I held up a pair of clover clamps, the silvery metal shining in the light. Her blue eyes got big but she didn't say anything. I put them back on teh table next to me and told her to stand. I told her not to move.

In another part of the basement I had a collection of restraints, I picked out one of my favorites and returned to her. It was a leather collar with a long strap that led down to two cuffs that held the slave's hands in the middle of her back. Callie took a deep breath as I fastened the collar around her neck, them stepped behind her to bring her wrsist up into the cuffs. When finished, it was almost as if someone was twisting her arms up behind her. To add to her predicament, I pulled her head back and tied the leather string I'd braided into her ponytail to her wrists, which forced her hold her head so that she was looking straight at the ceiling. She did not fight me, not even when I added the red ball gag I had showed her earlier. I stepped back to admire her, arms pulled back, head back, breasts standing out like national monuments. So sexy.

I picked up the clamps and held them over her head so she could have another look at them. She groaned through the gag. I knelt down and put one on her left nipple. She groaned loudly as the teeth found purchase, then I repeated with the right nipple, eliciting another groan. She began to shift her feet, clearly uncomfortable from the rather severe position I'd placed her in. I added a chain that ran between her nipples, then attached a leash to her chain.

"This is a trust exercise, Slave," I announced. I'm going to take you on a little walk. Since you can't see where you are stepping, you will have to trust Master not to lead you into harm's way. You will not hesitate. Yuo will step lively. In fact, you will pick your feet high up off the floor when you step, like a proud pony. Do you understand?"

"Mmmmmpphhhh" was all she could manage; with her head forced back she couldn't even nod. I couldn't really tell if that was a yes or a no. There was only one way to find out.

"Here we go," i said.