Growing and Learning...

[precious]

Her breasts had been bound for some time. They throbbed from how constricting the ropes were. She loved it and yet feared it on some levels as well. The ropes… His touch… The power that she gave…

Kneeling before Him as He slowly worked His woven magic across her body. He started with two separate ropes, first wrapping one around the base of each breast. Pulling as tightly as possible, enjoying how her breasts started turning, almost instantly, a deeper shade of purple. He then took a second section of rope and tied it to her training collar before proceeding to wrap it around her all ready bound orbs. This rope he worked around her torso, setting it so that it cut into her skin, constricting her breathing just enough to remind her of her position in life and of His control of that position. As He worked the rope around her body He also bound her arms with it at her upper back, rendering her helpless to His touch.

Leaning in He whispered in her ear. His breath warm against her naked flesh. “What do you want slut?” He asked. “What do you need?”

Her breath catching at His words as her mind floods with unspoken needs… desires she had never been able to put words too, and yet He knew what is in her soul.

Grabbing a handful of her hair and roughly yanking her head back hard. “Answer Me slut. WHAT do you want? WHAT do you need?”

Tears filling her eyes at her inability to truly open up to Him as He demanded. Knowing that He would fulfill her desires and yet fearing exactly that. Finally, licking her lips softly before speaking, her voice catching. “I want to be Yours, Master. Your slut, Your whore. I want to do things I would never do. I want to please You...” Her voice trailing off at the needs that over take her.

He smiled down at her, a smile that sent waves of desire and warmth through her heart and shivers of fear and dread through her body. Suddenly releasing her hair He walks around her, kicking her knees further apart. Reaching out and grasping her bound breasts. His words teasing as He speaks of the dark purple color, of the pain and pleasure He still intends to achieve through them. He digs His fingers painfully into the bound orbs, twisting the breasts in opposite directions with His strong hands. Stepping back He slaps her hard, first across her right breast, then her left. Over and over He continues to beat her breasts, occasionally moving up to strike her face as well. Her head thrown back as she tries to absorb the pain, each blow making them feel tighter and tighter. She shivers in her binds, her breasts throbbing and painfully hard, and her cunt wet and needy. Rocking slightly as she kneels her cunt and ass throbbing for attention, His attention.

He sees her uncontrollable, unconscious movement, knowing that her body is responding to His ministrations. He smiled at her torment, enjoyed her suffering, and savored her reaction to each word said or each action. Stopping suddenly, He walks behind her again and grabs her hair a second time. Looking deep into her clouded eyes He asks, “Do you want to cum slut?”

Her senses barely registering, His voice bringing her back to the present, “Yes, Master… please, yes!” She cries.

“NO slut… NO you may not.” He spoke firmly and yet quietly, adding even more impact to His words from the delivery alone.