As soon as she heard keys rattle in the door, she ran to the foyer, positioning herself on her knees with her hands clasped behind her neck. This was how her Master liked to be greeted when he arrived home from work, and she was eager to please him in every way.
She ran her hands quickly down over her body, making sure the tight corset was laying nicely. Her ample breasts spilled over the tops of the cut out corset, and she pinched her nipples quickly, to make sure they were standing out the way her Master liked but not long enough to give any real pleasure, as she was forbidden to pleasure herself without her Master’s permission. She could feel the already very tight, boned material of the cream colored corset gouge into her soft flesh a bit more, as she raised her arms. Her thigh high cream leather boots creaked as she settled into her position, and she felt the garter attached to her corset dig into her thighs a bit more. The most excruciating torment, though, as she moved quickly to be ready when he opened the door, was the tug of the light clamp on her clit. The clamp secured a small weight very firmly to her nub, and any movement sent small pulses through her body. She had endured these pulses and more all day. It was torture quelling the orgasms that threatened to rip through her body all day due to the constant tug of the small weight dangling from the clasp.
She had been given the clamp as a gift from her Master just that early morning. He seemed unusually pleasant, yet ominous, as she scurried around naked, preparing his breakfast. He did not offer any conversation, and she knew not to talk without his explicit permission. The atypical silence and lack of the morning touching created a morning full of tension, as she wondered what her Master was thinking.
After eating, he gestured that she should lay on the table in front of him. He casually fondled her nipples as he finished his coffee and read the newspaper. Pulling and tugging on the sensitiv... Læs hele novellen
