Chapter 1: A Warm-up for Rita’s Breasts

She stiffened as she heard my footsteps on the floor.  Even though she knew full well that it was useless, she struggled against the wrist-cuffs restraining her arms in a wide V above her head. Her legs struggled against the spreader bar as she tried to bring her thighs closer and cover her exposed vagina. Her gorgeous breasts bounced as she struggled against her restraints. Her lovely mature middle-aged body glistened with sweat against the humidity in the dungeon. I had left her like that, completely naked and tied up, for about thirty minutes as I attended to other business. But now, she had my complete attention. It was 6 p.m. on a Friday evening, and I knew that an interesting weekend was about to begin.

I stopped about a foot away from her. I knew that her eyes were straining from behind the blindfold, trying desperately to see what instrument of torture I might be holding in my hand. I had none, but the shelves living the walls behind her and to the side contained a wide variety of them, some of which she had experienced before, and others that she had not.

I reached forward and stroked the underside of her soft double-chin. She gasped at the touch and swallowed nervously. I tilted her head upward and planted a firm kiss on her lips. She whimpered softly, but her lips remained still. I pulled my hand back and slapped her hard on the cheek. She gasped and drew in her breath sharply.

“Won’t you kiss me back, Rita?”

She swallowed again, and nodded nervously in agreement. Her moist lips puckered for a kiss, and when mine met hers, I felt her tongue press against mine. We explored each other for a while, and when our lips parted, I drew my hand back and slapped her hard once more on the cheek. She shrieked and shuddered in disbelief.

“Did I say you could use your tongue like that?”

She stared at me in silence from behind the blindfold, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. I could tell that she was trying hard to gage my mood. My practiced hand moved swiftly once more, and her face flicked to the side as a backhand slap landed on her other cheek, eliciting a frustrated yelp.

“Answer the question!”

“No, Master,” her voice was almost a whisper, “I’m sorry. I overstepped the mark.”

“I hope you realize that there will be extra punishment for that infraction.”

A moment of shocked silence, after which her throat muscles moved as she swallowed. Her voice came in an even softer whisper, “Yes, Master.”

I traced my fingers along the contours of her breasts and took one in each hand. She gasped and threw her head backward as she was reminded of the full extent of her vulnerability. Her breasts were soft, and I knew from previous experience that they were sensitive – extremely sensitive. They were not as firm as they once were, but they hadn’t reached the stage where they could be called saggy either. She had lovely well-formed brown areolas, and firm dark-brown nipples that perked up as my thumbs tickled them. I pinched and twisted them with my fingers. She shrieked and instinctively tried to pull back. I tugged at her nipples until she surrendered and came back to place.

Still twiddling her nipples in between my fingers, I looked around at the shelves trying to decide how to start. My eyes wandered to the rack on the right, and the decision was made. I walked over to it, and she whimpered, knowing that I would be back with something or the other to torture her with.

The clover clamps that I returned with elicited different responses from different women.  Rosalynn, my Hispanic cleaning lady, could take them for hours at a time with seemingly no problem. But I knew that for Rita, those same clamps would take her very close to the edge.

The clamps were a pair joined by a chain. I parted the jaws and held them close to her nipples. Poor Rita did not even have a clue what she was about to experience. I felt my manhood stiffen.

“Count back from three, Rita.”

She stiffened her body, and began. “Three…two…one….Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”

Her body jolted backwards as if it had been zapped with electricity. Her arms and legs strained violently against her restraints, her head was thrown back in pain, her breasts bounced wildly. I held her torso in place. Her muscles were stiff, the pain shot through her sensitive nipples through her still bouncing breasts. Her initial shriek of pain gave way to a series of whimpers and moans and she tried to cope with the sting of the clamps. I grabbed the chain and pulled her breasts upwards by her nipples. She yelped and rose up on tip toe to try and take up the strain.

“Aren’t you supposed to say something?”

“Th- thank you, Master!” she squealed.

I let go of my hold on the chain, and she screamed again as her clamped breasts came bouncing down.

“Do your nipples hurt, Rita?”

“Yes Master!”

“How much do they hurt?”

“A lot, Master!”

“Would you like me to take them off, Rita?”

“But you’ve been a bad girl, right Rita?”

“Yes Master!”

“But that means I should leave them on to punish you, right?”

Confused silence.  I scratched the tips of her nipples with my fingernails. The clamps had already made those hyper-sensitive, and she shrieked at the slightest touch.

“That’s the second time you’ve remained silent when I’ve asked you a question, Rita.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“What is your answer?”

“I have been a naughty girl, Master.”

“I’ll leave them on then.” I said, and turned to leave.

“No Master! Please!”

“So I should take them off?”

“Yes Master. Please?”

“Are you sure, Rita?”

“Yes, Master. Please.”

“Alright… you asked for it.” I grabbed the chain and yanked hard, snapping the clamps off her nipples. She was caught completely off-guard and for a moment, showed no reaction. Then as a second round of pain seared through her breasts, her body threw itself into violent contortions, and her pitched scream reverberated through the walls of the dungeon.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!! Aaaaaaahhhh!!!! Oh God!!!!!”

I put my arms around her waist and began to suck at her nipples. The sensation now was overwhelming for her, and her body vibrated uncontrollably. I prodded at each nipple and areola with my tongue and twisted them with my lips. I could feel her come closer and closer to the inevitable nipple-orgasm.

“Oh Master! Oh Master!... Ahhh!!! Aaaahhh!!! Oooohhh!!!! Master!! Oh Master! May I cum please, Master?”

“If you do, I’ll put those clamps back on and leave you hanging like this the whole night. You want that?”

“No Master! But please! Please may I cum?”

I released her tits and gave her a sharp kiss on the lips.

“No, not yet. It’s not time yet”, I said, as she regained her breath and the waves of her denied orgasm died down.

I reached down and undid her ankle restraints, and then reached up and freed her wrists. I stepped back and motioned to her to approach me. Slowly, a little unsure on her feet, she did so. I put my arms around her in a warm, tender hug. She gasped as her nipples stung back at her as her breasts pressed against me. I stroked her cheek and brushed back her hair, and gave her a tender, reassuring kiss on the lips. She looked up at me with her big eyes. The look in them was one of love and total submission.

“Come on upstairs, Rita. I’ve arranged a candlelight dinner for us.”

She looked up at me with a look of surprise and disbelief on her face. “Master?”

“A candlelight dinner. Can’t a Master invite his slave to dinner if he pleases?”

“Yes, Master. He can. Thank you Master.”

I motioned for her to put on a white bathrobe that was in the corner, and led her up the stairs. I felt her palm press against mine, and heard a soft whisper.

“Master?”

“Yes, Rita?”

“I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, Rita.”

(Stay tuned for the next chapter, Chapter 2: A Candlelight Dinner with Rita, coming soon.)

Chapter 2: A Candlelight Dinner with Rita

I stroked the side of Rita’s torso as she sat on my lap sipping her wine. The candlelight cast flickering shadows of the two of us on the walls of the room. Her body was a lot less tense now, her muscles a lot more relaxed. I planted a kiss on the side of her breast over the bathrobe that she had on.

“Did you enjoy your dinner?” I asked. She nodded in reply. I prodded her breast with my nose. I wanted to see if she could still understand what I wanted. She could. She tugged back at her bathrobe until her nipple peeked out, and then she drew closer to me until it hovered a few inches away from my lips. I felt my manhood harden. I leaned forward and gave it a soft squeeze with my lips. Rita moaned in pleasure.

“Does it hurt, Rita?”
“A little bit, Master. I can take it.”
“Those clover clamps are nasty little things, aren’t they sweetheart?” I asked, tracing her areola with my tongue.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, leaning closer to me, “The nastiest part was when you yanked them off my breasts.”
“That was intense, wasn’t it, Rita?”
“Oh god, I nearly passed out…”
“Well, you hung in there. I loved watching you fidget and struggle. Here, give me a kiss.”

She leaned into me and drew closer, and then stopped and hesitated.

“What is it?”
“If I kiss you properly, will you punish or torture me for it?”
“Maybe I should leave you hanging naked in the dungeon all night long so that you can think about it.”

She giggled and brushed her lips against mine. “I think I’ll take my chances.”

When our lips parted Rita was breathless. She moaned and snuggled up against me. Her hands stroked my chest. Her lips nibbled at my neck. I looked at the flickering candle flames. I felt a tightness in my crotch.

“Rita, save it for bed. We’re not done yet for tonight.”

She looked up at me incredulously. I motioned her towards the dining table, and instructed her to clear away all the plates and dishes. I took the candles and placed them on the side shelf. There was a chandelier above the dining table, and I turned it on to the lowest setting.

“Take off the bathrobe. I want you naked.” I ordered.

She stood before me stark naked. I tapped the top of the table. “Get up. Lie down on your back on top of the table.”

Slowly, she obeyed. I placed her hands above her head in a V-shape, and then spread her legs in a similar manner. I leaned forward and hissed into her ear.

“Listen carefully, Rita. This is important. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” she gulped. Her muscles were tense again.
“No ropes, no chains, no handcuffs. I’m not going to restrain you in any way whatsoever. But if you cover any part of your body with your arms, or move your legs, I’m going to punish you severely. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“If you do interfere, here is how I will punish you. I will tie you down to the table with rope. I will rub that olive oil all over your breasts. And then I will give you fifty strokes on each breast with my belt. After that I will leave you in the dungeon all night, suspended from the ceiling, and nipple-clamped. Do you understand?”

She played the prospect through her mind, and after getting over the shock, she replied, almost in a whisper

“Yes, Master.”
“Repeat the description of the punishment so that I know that you understand.”
“Tied to the table… fifty belt strokes on each oiled breast… suspended all night in the dungeon… nipple-clamps…”
“Good.”

I went and picked up a candle from the shelf. Rita saw it and stiffened. She knew what was coming. It wasn’t anything new to her, because we’d played that way before. But she hadn’t experienced it in a while. I hovered above her with the candle. She followed the motions of my hand intently with her eyes. I tilted the candle, and she moaned as she saw the molten wax build up to one side. The melted wax piled up, trembled, and then fell off the side. Rita’s wide eyes followed its motion through the air, and her entire body shook as it landed just below her ribs.

“Aaahh!!! Mmmmm!!!!” she moaned.
“Before today, when was the last time that I tortured you?” I asked.
“Almost a year ago, Master.”
“And how many other people have tortured you between then and now?”
“None, Master.”
“That’s a lie!” I tilted the candle and jerked it slightly. A dollop of wax landed right on top of her right nipple. She arched her back off the table in pain and screamed.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!!! I swear Master! It’s the truth!” she was clasping her hands together above her head, trying to make sure she did not subconsciously get them in the way.

I brought the candle down closer to her body. She stiffened and gasped. Another drop fell through the air, splashing down on her areola.

“Aaaahhhhh!!!!! Ooooooohh!!! Please believe me Master!”
“Why should I? You’re lying to me.” A drop fell on to her other nipple. Her body twisted violently on the table, and she threw her head from side to side in agony.
“I’m not, Master! I haven’t been with anybody! I swear!”

I took a second candle in my other hand, and held both of them tilted above her body. Drops of hot wax began to rain down mercilessly onto her breasts and torso. Her screams were arousing. Her body twisted one way and then the other.

“Aaaaaaahhhh!!!! Please Master! I can explain! Please stop!! Let me explain! Please, Master!”

I was bored of the candle-wax anyway by now, so I blew out the candles. “Alright, I’m listening, Rita.”

As she got her breath back, I traced my finger down her stomach as I walked down to the other end of the table. She instinctively drew her legs together, and then immediately parted them even wider than they were before.

“You just saved your breasts a lot of pain, Rita. One more slip like that and you’re in big trouble.”
“I’m sorry Master. I promise, it won’t happen again.”
“I hope not.” I took the more slender of the two candles and prodded her clitoris with it. Her abdominal muscles clenched. I dragged the candle to and fro over her clit, and enjoyed her fighting against herself to keep her legs apart.

“If you keep me waiting any longer, I’ll light these candles again and hold them over your pussy, Rita. You want that?”
“No Master! Please! Let me explain! I didn’t find anyone else!”

I took the thicker candle and inserted it slowly up her wet vagina. She stiffened at the sensation and moaned.

“You expect me to believe that in a whole year, you didn’t have a single other person torture you?”
“No Master, there was no one!”
“Ah, but that means you were looking for someone other than me, eh Rita?” I squeezed her clitoris with my fingers. It was a firm squeeze, one that took her by surprise and then sent a shot of pain searing through her body.

“Ouch!!! Aaaahhhhhh!!!! Master!!! Please!!! Stop!!”
“Were you looking for another Master?” I knew she hadn’t been. I thrust the fat candle to and fro in her vagina, and scratched my fingernail over her clit. She nearly lost it right then.

“Noooooo!!!! Master! I didn’t! There was nobody else! I had nobody else in my life! I swear!”
“How many other men did you have sex with?”
“None Master! None!”

“You liar!” I slapped her cunt hard and she yelped and broke into tears.
“No-one Master! Please!!! Stop!!! No other men! Just you Master! When you weren’t there, nobody! Please believe me!”
“No other men, eh? So how often did you pleasure yourself then?”
“Never Master, never!”
“You lying bitch!” I pushed my finger hard against her clitoris, and tweaked it mercilessly. I saw tears of pain run down Rita’s cheeks. Her mature body was incredibly sensitive. I released my hold on her tormented clit. Walking up to the head of the table, I dragged her off the table by her nipples, and yanked her head back by her hair.

“So you’re telling me that in over a year, you’ve seen nobody else, never played with anyone else, and never played with yourself either, eh?”
“Yes Master! Please, please believe me!” her tone was one of helpless pleading. “The last orgasm I had was in your dungeon Master, by your hands. It was so intense, Master! I remember it like yesterday! I’ve never had an orgasm after that.”

I dragged her close and kissed her. I looked into her tormented eyes, wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“Well, Rita. Why don’t you shower and get cleaned up and join me in bed. We got some catching up to do on orgasms, don’t we?”

(Stay tuned for Chapter 3, coming soon.)