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Mella's Obsession
Chapter One
Mella knew she was going to be in for it when she got home. First off, she was over 30 minutes late because of traffic on the freeway and the food she'd bought her Master was getting cold and secondly, she'd given in to the one thing she'd been told specifically not to do by her Master...
1 hour later:
Master Ben was securing the last of the restraints on Mella's shapely ankles to the bedpost. She was lovely and luscious spread out for display like this. Legs stretched to their limits tied securely with rope, wrists tightly bound behind her back and a ball-gag securely in place. He would make her talk later, but for now he wanted her silent. To prevent her from moving at all, he had bound her comely hips with rope and attached the rope to a bar underneath the bed. Additional rope was wound around each breast and securely tied forcing her lovely 36 DDD breasts to full attention. Lastly, he slipped the blindfold into place covering her lovely blue eyes already dripping with tears because she had disobeyed a direct command and knew what was to come.
"I think a few minutes alone to think are in order for you my little girl." Master Ben stated as he watched his little Mella trying her best to squirm in her bonds. He shut the door behind him making her believe he'd left the room and stood silently watching her in the soft light of the candles he had placed around the bed. Lit by candlelight she was even more lovely, but he would keep that thought to himself until afterwards. Her waist-length red hair was braided and ready for him to pull on whenever he pleased. Perfectly displayed, he simply stood back and began to think of what he would do to punish his defiant little doll.
Mella began to perspire slightly as she tried to twist and moan. He looked for a moment at her lovely labia spread out for him to play with. Her supple pink cunt was beginning to puff slightly from the clothespins he had attached to her labial folds and her juices were starting to drip as the pleasure began to overtake the pain of her restraints. He knew that if he left her like this her moaning and writhing would cause her body to orgasm spontaneously without even a single touch from him and that would simply not do. He reached over and opened the door and shut it again to allow her to know that he was in the room. His footsteps were heavy as he walked over to the side table and picked up his favorite pair of nipple clamps. Each was weighted with a four-ounce cock and ball decoration. She hated them with a passion and he only used them when she was in serious trouble because of the weight and the severity of the clamp itself. He dragged them across the table and she immediately held her breath because she knew what she was in store for. Not only were the clamps brutally painful but they were degrading as well to Mella because of the cock and ball decorations which were lead-colored and reminded her of some medieval torture device.
Mella began tossing her head back and forth thinking that if she could distract Master Ben for a few moments he might forget to use them on her. She would gladly take any measure of whipping he could give if only he wouldn't place those hated clamps on her. He grasped her chin firmly in his large hand and whispered in an ominous voice, "Don't think you are going to stop me from putting these on you little girl. You belong to me and now you need to be reminded of that simple fact." He continued to hold her chin while he reached over with his free left hand and picked up an ice cube from out of his glass of ice-water. He allowed it to drip on her bound breast for a moment before holding the ice-cube onto her exposed right nipple tightly. She began to pant and moan loudly as the pain began to burn into her nipple. Nothing else existed in that moment except for the fiery pain and her Master's hand holding her chin in place. When the ice had melted he picked up one of the nipple clamps and fastened it securely onto the now numb erect nipple. Switching hands, he repeated the process with her left nipple, then he took a moment to appreciate his helpless slave crying and whimpering with pain and degradation.
Without saying a word to her he slipped two fingers into her slick wet cunt and began to finger-fuck her hard while she cried and tossed her head trying hopelessly to relieve the pain of the nipple clamps that were biting into her tender white flesh. He stopped suddenly, without warning, and almost laughed aloud when she screamed and bit into the ball gag that was preventing her from begging for more, to be fucked by him, to allow her to orgasm. His cock was already erect, so he took off his tight jeans and underwear and sat down next to her helpless body on the bed. Even restrained, Mella tried to get closer to him, trying to press her body against his warmth, hoping for just a moment's worth of closeness with him. He placed his hands on her soft belly and rubbed her flesh with his fingertips gently. Up and down he rubbed, staying clear of the more sensitive areas of her breasts and pussy until last. The intimacy of his touch made her breathe deeply and her juices flow even faster down her inner thighs. He reached up and removed the clamps that viciously held her nipples and licked each with his tongue to wet them slightly and gently began to rub them as the sensation in them returned with a vengeance.
The tip of his dick was wet with his pre-cum, so he gathered some of it onto his fingers and rubbed it into her nipples. Her blindfold was wet with her tears and the ball-gag was beginning to cut into the sides of her lovely mouth, so he removed the gag and set it aside for later. He placed his hand over her mouth to let her know she was not to speak at all and reached down and gathered more cum onto his fingers and pressed them onto her lips, an indication that she was to suck on them. Eagerly she took his fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. She could taste the saltiness of his cum on her lips and she knew he would eventually have his way with her when he was finished punishing her. He removed his fingers from her mouth and she licked her lips tasting the last bit of him on them.
He put his lips close to hers and barely brushed his lips onto her waiting ones. She was breathless with anticipation and wanted to thrust her mouth forward onto his and feel him shove his tongue into her mouth, but she knew better than to push him tonight, she was already in enough trouble for ten people and relished these sweet moments before the pain that would come...
Chapter 2
Master Ben stood up and removed his shirt. He was completely nude now as he walked over to the side table that held his favorite instruments of torture. He picked up his newest toy and light-weight whip that made the most ominous sounding crack. He snapped it once above Mella's waist and she immediately tensed her body in anticipation of the pain. He waited, appreciating his little girl's suffering. His already erect penis was getting harder by the minute and he had to stop for a moment to center himself. He snapped the whip closer to her flesh again making her jump and twist knowing that the next would land on her waiting body. The third time he snapped it he caught the soft flesh of her upper thigh. It instantly turned a bright red in color and her mouth made an O shape as she fought the urge to protest against the whipping.
He reached down and pinched her lower lip with his fingers and asked, "Do I need to gag you again my slave? I don't want to hear your voice just yet, shake your head yes or no." Silently, she shook her head yes.
"Well, that is disappointing to me my sweet, but I'm glad you know your limitations. I would rather gag you now and not have to go through it later when I'm whipping that sweet little cunt of yours." He said with a smile that had she been able to see would have made her wince with pain.
Master Ben began to dig through the dresser drawer in search of a proper tool to gag his slave with.
"Aha, I've got one. You'll love this one my baby, it's the scarf I got you for your birthday, you know, the one with the jewels on it?" He said as he balled up the scarf with the decorations on the outside so that she could feel them on the inside of her mouth. He knew that after a few minutes, she would be begging for him to remove the scarf and replace it with the much hated ball-gag. Working quickly, he pried open her lower jaw and shoved the entire scarf into her mouth before she could protest. The scarf itself was large and rather thick and it forced her mouth to its fullest extent. Immediately, she could feel the jewels begin to cut into her mouth and lips. Mella moaned loudly in protest and was rewarded with a swift smack of the whip across her already swollen and sore breasts.
"That's enough of that little girl, you've been very disobediant lately and I haven't had the time to properly chastise you this week. I think we have some catching up to do." He said as he spread his legs so that he could have proper leverage over his bound victim. Mella lost track of time as the whip began to fall. Soon she was covered with welts and red stripes from her legs to her breasts. Master Ben was breathing heavily and although she could no longer feel anything but the resonating pain and heat running throughout her body, Mella was on the verge of orgasm. All it would take would be a single touch, one caress and she would not be able to control the surging wave of it running through her helplessly bound body. Knowing she was on the edge and wanting to hold her there a little longer, her Master removed the gag form her mouth and shoved his mouth onto hers and kissed her deeply, shoving his tongue into her mouth bruising her and tender lips. When he knew he had her full attention again, he bit her lower lip causing her to squeal with delight.
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