The perils of angel (private)

[slaveangel{HM}]

I look up at Sir curiously. Wondering what on earth he meant by needing all my endurance? A wry smile played across my lips as I stood, then yelped forgetting about the clit clamp. Watching Sir's amused expression at my predicament.

Quickly I clear the table, the bell on my clit clamp jingling away, the pain shooting through with each step, the strain unbearable. I return to Sir, and kneel before Him as I remove the butt plug. I bite my lip hard, trying to not scream out. I grip the table hard, my knuckles white, pressed hard. My little hole on fire.

Breathing hard, I take a few moments to remove the attached bell, and make my way to the clamp. Before I even touch the clamp tears spring into my eyes. I know the pain will be just as bad as the moment I screamed when I put it on. Deep within me I knew it was a punishment, and once I had done this I could assist Sir with His bath. I tried thinking of those thoughts over and over, as my fingers shakily wrapped around the clamp. Trembling in fear of the pain, but trying to relax knowing that He allowed me to remove it, kept my mind on track. I remove the clamp, crying out, the sharpness in pain, causing me pitch forward. The mixture of pain, and pleasure as my clamped clit was released, suddenly ripped through me as wetness appeared at my thighs. I whimper looking at Sir, knowing full well that it would be too easy if He allowed me to cum now. Aroused, and in pain I lowered my head giving myself a brief moment to rest.

Sir’s voice rouses me from my state, I gingerly stand up and follow him to the bathroom. I become accustomed to the absence of the intrusions that have left my body. Slowly I’m feeling more comfortable. I turn on the taps and draw His bath, adding scented oils and foam, as the water level rises slowly I stand nervously before Him.

He motions towards me with a brief nod.

I firstly help Sir out of His shoes and socks by kneeling and removing them with care, putting them aside. I move my hands up to His shoulders, looking at Him, resting them briefly against Him as I slip the jacket off and put it carefully aside. My fingers shakily unbutton his shirt. I curse inwardly thinking why I am so nervous? This should be the nice part! I still considered myself being in punishment mode, so I wasn’t entirely sure. I move my hands to His trousers and unbuckle His belt. I kneel before Him unzipping and helping Him step out of them. I look up at Him as I run my hands up to his sides, and gently remove his pants. I shiver, realising that He is naked before me.

He coughs, directing my gaze to the bath.

Quickly I rise and turn off the taps, I lean forward and test the water, smiling that it felt so wonderful and inviting. “Your bath is ready Sir.”

I watch Him test the water before He entered, seeing Him smile slightly. Whether or not it was a smile of approval or not I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t sure if He wanted me in with Him or not. So I decided to kneel behind Him and massage His back with one of the washers, as He relaxes.

As I massage Him, the warmth of the water suddenly feels so deliciously inviting. I shiver wanting to feel the water caress my skin. Needing to please Sir so much. I crawl to the side of the bath looking at Sir, my fingers rippling through the water.

He looks at me, saying nothing as I slip silently into the water, breathing a happy sigh as I make my way over to Him. He allows me to slide behind Him as I resume washing His back, running the washer, over His neck and shoulders. My breasts pushed gently against Him. I giggle as I feel his body loosen up, no longer feeling as tense.

I slide over in front of Him, my legs on either side as I take the washer and run it over his neck and chest, running them playfully over His nipples. I look at Him and smile girlishly, as I push the washer underwater, to wash His cock, massaging it between my hands, and the soft washer.