Bound to Please

"I believe you wanted to know what the envelope contained?"

Kayla heard his voice from somewhere on the other side of the room.

"Yes Sir." Her tongue flicked out to moisten her dry lips.

She jumped as he landed a gentle swat on her backside with his palm. His bare feet made no noise on the thick carpet and she hadn't heard him return. He flicked one of her nipples and she inhaled sharply.

"Now, now, now, what have I said about curiosity?" He chuckled.

"Sorry Sir." He punctuated her apology with a second swat, slightly harder than the first.

She held her breath as she waited for his next move, and moaned as he caught her nipples between his finger tips, squeezing and tugging on them until they stood out stiffly. She longed to feel his hot mouth on her breasts, kissing and sucking on her, but she didn't dare ask. Biting her lip, she straightened her posture just a little, thrusting her breasts out in front of her, hoping to entice him into fulfilling her desires. She thought her requests might be answered when she felt his hand cupping her right breast again but instead of his mouth, she felt him slip some sort of loop over her erect nipple before pulling it tight. She gasped at the sensations as he repeated the process with her left nipple. She had no idea what Rob had done, but she could feel the tug of the loops pulling on her sensitised skin. Heart pounding, Kayla wondered if this was her punishment, the sensual torment of the loops on her nipples, accompanied by the enforced darkness of the blindfold, or if more was still to come.

Rob forced himself to take a deep breath and a step back as he let his eyes run over Kayla. She looked incredible, chained and kneeling on the bed, legs spread, arms and ankles tied, breasts thrust out in front of her, four lengths of chains linking their taught peaks. The nipple jewellery had been a last minute addition to his plans, but he'd seen it in a shop in town and had been unable to resist. The silver chains matched the ones he had used to bind her perfectly and the weight of them tugging lightly on her nipples was an added bonus. Taking a couple more steps backwards, Rob tilted his head, forcing himself to be critical.

"Spread your legs for me, slut." He grinned as her cheeks reddened, but she obeyed instantly, widening her thighs and giving him an enticing view of her soaking pussy.

She really was enjoying herself he realised, smiling to himself. He watched as Kayla caught her lower lip between her teeth and that was what he'd been waiting for.

Her heart pounded as she strained to hear any sound that Rob might make, but the room was silent. She knew he hadn't left, but it felt like hours since she had felt his touch. His last command was still ringing in her ears. The order to spread her legs had made her painfully aware of just how wet she was, and how desperately she was beginning to crave a release of the tension inside her. Kayla tried to block out the name he had called her, tried to pretend she didn't love the way he was treating her, but she couldn't. She bit her lip even as she longed for another order, longed for him to use her like the dirty little slut she was.

The sound of a click pulled her out of her thoughts. Blindly trying to work out where the sound was coming from she licked her lips as she heard the sound again. She recognized the sound but before she could place it, she felt the bed shift as Rob returned. The mysterious clicks forgotten, Kayla focussed all her attention on obeying his wishes, wanting desperately to please him. She shivered as his hand caressed the inside of her thigh, high enough to tease but low enough to leave her desperate for more.

"Do you like that, slut?" His voice was a whisper but it was filled with iron control.

"Yes Sir, oh yes." She moaned as his hand moved an inch higher.

"Good." He moved his hand away.

She whimpered in protest but he quietened her with a light tug on the chains linking her nipples. Feeling his hands on her collar, Kayla wondered what he had in store for next, and couldn't help the sound of surprise that escaped her lips as she felt him free her arms from the collar. A minute later he had unclipped the trigger hook and placed her arms at her sides, massaging each in turn to restore some of the circulation. She waited patiently as he removed the chain between her ankles and finally her blindfold, making her blink at the sudden brightness. She was about to look down to see what he had used to connect her nipples when she remembered why she had been blindfolded in the first place. Keeping her head up, Kayla forced her gaze to remain looking straight ahead.

For a minute or two, Rob amused himself fiddling needlessly with one of the chains, again giving her time to wonder what would happen next. Eventually he returned his attention to his waiting slave. Once more taking advantage of her exposed stance, Rob ran a hand over her body, squeezing her ass, caressing her thigh, and tugging on the nipple chains. By the time he was finished, he could see the strain of remaining still on Kayla's face. Deciding she deserved a reward, Rob moved across the bed to kneel in front of her. Removing her leash from the bed he once more wrapped the chain around his hand, before pulling on it until she moved forward. As his lips met hers, he felt her sigh of relief against his mouth. Without hesitation, he deepened the kiss, and she returned it hungrily, wrapping her freed arms around him and pressing her naked breasts against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Running his spare hand down her back, he cupped her ass, kneading and caressing it, pressing her against him. Unable to resist, he moved his hand lower, sliding a finger between her parted legs, spreading her moisture over the opened folds of her sex. She moaned as he pushed one finger inside her tight pussy, pumping her with it. Breaking the kiss, Rob stared down into her lust glazed eyes. Her breathing was ragged as she ground against his finger, moaning softly. She was getting close. Too close. With a single movement, Rob removed his finger, giving her clit a quick flick before withdrawing completely.

Kayla cried out as Rob let her go. She had been so close to relieving the enormous tension inside and now she was so horny she was almost in pain. Seeing Rob reattaching her leash to the headboard, looking so calm and relaxed, almost pushed her over the edge, but she bit her tongue against the pleas that she longed to utter. Her breasts rose and fell with each of her ragged breaths and she could see Rob's eyes straying to watch their movement.

"Lie down, slut."

His voice was quiet and Kayla almost didn't hear him and she paused to look at him. Her hesitation cost her.

"I said, lie down."

The steel in his voice sent shivers down her spine. Hurrying to obey, Kayla lay down on her back in the centre of the bed. Before she could think, Rob moved over her, using the chains to fasten each one of her cuffs to the corners of the bed. When he'd finished, Kayla found herself spread wide, the chains too short to provide her with any freedom of movement.

She heard the buzzing before she saw its cause, but she knew instantly what it was. Her heart pounded as Rob slowly stroked her vibrator over the tops of her breasts, across her stomach and over the insides of her thighs. She writhed in her bonds as Rob teased her, slowly moving closer to her slick folds, inch by inch.

"Do you want me to fuck you with it, slut?"

"Yes, please Sir." She moaned breathlessly.

"Tell me what you want, slut." He had stopped moving upwards as he spoke and Kayla was desperate.

"Fuck me with it, Sir." She begged desperately, "Please Sir"

"No."

At the unexpected refusal, Kayla felt as though her heart would stop. She needed to feel something inside her, more than she needed her next breath. Why was he denying her this? She felt like crying as her pussy clenched around nothing, searching for release.

"And maybe next time when I give you an order you'll obey without being told twice."

Her heart pounded. He'd tricked her. He knew she hadn't heard his order, and he'd done it on purpose, looking for any excuse to punish her. Suddenly she knew what he wanted.

"I'm sorry Sir, Please forgive your slave." She took a deep breath, "Please Sir, I know she don't deserve it, but please let your slut feel the vibrator in her pussy."

She stopped, utterly humiliated, but too desperate to care.

"Well..." Her body jerked as he gave her nipple chains a tug, "You're right, slut, you don't deserve it. And as punishment for your disobedience, I'm not going to let you feel anything in your pussy yet." She whimpered, "But, I will give you this."

As he spoke he lifted the vibrator and stroked it between her legs, running it over her until he reached her clit. Holding it in place, he watched her face as the vibrations rolled through her, pushing her higher and higher. She was so close she knew she couldn't hold on much longer, but somewhere in her lust fogged brain she realised what she had to do.

"Please Sir," She begged, her breathing ragged, "Permission to come?"

They both knew it was too late, that she would come whether he allowed it or not, but the request itself was enough.

"Permission granted."

The second the words left his mouth Kayla cried out in pleasure as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had tore through her body with wave upon wave of pure bliss. He watched as she trembled with the aftermath of her climax, noting how beautiful she looked, flushed and damp with perspiration, still chained to the bed.

A lazy smile draped across her face, Kayla was almost too exhausted to notice as Rob removed the chains from her ankles and wrists, leaving her free except for the leash attached to the headboard. The humiliation of earlier forgotten, she stretched, revelling in the freedom of her unbound limbs. She purred as Rob ran a hand over her stomach. Suddenly, he reached for the chains lying across her chest, and with a hard tug, released Kayla's nipples from their constraints.

"Turn over, slave."

The sudden order surprised her, but she had learned her lesson. The brush of the crisp sheets on her sensitised nipples sent another wave of pleasure through her as she forced her tired body to obey his orders. Inhaling deeply, Kayla forced her breathing back to normal as the last waves of pleasure faded.

Rob gave Kayla a little more time to calm before he returned to her side, but eventually he couldn't wait any longer. Pulling her limp arms together behind her back, Rob clipped her cuffs together with a trigger hook, before repeating the process with her ankles. Lifting them up, he forced her to bend her knees until with one final clip he connected her wrists to her ankles. Stepping back to admire his work, Rob couldn't help but notice how good she looked like that; her face still flushed from her orgasm and her hair mussed from her wild movements. Smiling to himself he reached once more for the camera.

The flash of a picture being taken was even more effective than a bucket of icy water. The final haze of desire lifted instantly as Kayla finally realised what the clicks she'd heard earlier had been. Awkwardly turning her head, she looked at him just as he took another photo. He moved out of sight, but it wasn't until she saw another flash that she reacted. Tugging at her bonds she realised the position left her completely exposed. She could hardly move, and once more her legs were spread wide, a situation Rob was clearly taking advantage of with his camera. A while later, Kayla realised that though he was still out of sight, the flashes had stopped. A second later she knew why as his finger began probing her soaking pussy. Pushing a finger inside her, he fucked her with it, using his thumb to stroke her swollen clit. In seconds she was writhing in pleasure, the feelings intensified by her already sensitive flesh. She did her best, despite her restraints, to spread her legs wider for him, and in response he added a second finger. She moaned rocking her body to meet his thrusts. She whimpered as he increased the pace, fucking her hard. The sensations were almost too intense but the shackles at her wrists and ankles held her tight and she was unable to escape his sensual torture.

Just as she felt she could take no more, Rob stopped, slipping his fingers out of her and stroking them over her ass. She tensed, unsure what he would do next. His fingers wet with her juices, Rob traced a path over her cheeks, occasionally dipping between them. Nervous now, Kayla strained at her bonds, as again she realised how utterly constrained she was. As his fingers returned to her pussy, Kayla forced herself to relax, as he stroked and teased her. Slipping two fingers inside her once more, she felt him spreading her, separating his fingers inside her and opening her up for his pleasure. Then she saw the flash. Heat drenched her cheeks as she realised what he had just photographed, and she was certain he wasn't finished yet.

Breathing heavily, heart pounding, Kayla forced herself to endure the repeated flashes that indicated he had photographed her once more in that awfully exposed position. Finally the flashes stopped and he removed his fingers from her dripping pussy. Closing her eyes, Kayla drank in the feeling of relief flooding through her, but they were short lived. Using his lubricated fingers, Rob gently parted her ass cheeks, stroking a finger along the cleft. Her eyes flew open as she realised what he was about to do.

"I'll stop if you ask me now." His voice was quiet but clear. He was giving her an out.

Despite everything, she felt a smile lifting her features. Seven small words but they had reminded her of everything they had. Rob loved her. Her humiliation was for their eyes alone, and for their pleasure. She knew he would never hurt her, never push her into anything she wasn't happy with, never force her into anything. The chains that held her took away all her control, but in doing so she gave him everything. And he would never, ever, betray her trust. All it would have taken was one word and he would have stopped, no matter what, and that was enough.

Inhaling deeply, Kayla let her thoughts calm her until she was ready, and then finally, she spoke.

"Please Sir, don't stop."

It was all the encouragement he needed. Dipping into her pussy once more, he spread her juices back over her ass before gently pushing his finger inside. She moaned as he pushed a bit deeper, but the pain she was expecting never came. Slowly he began to finger fuck her, and again she rocked as much as her bindings would allow, moving against his finger. She groaned as she saw the flash once again, but suddenly she didn't care. She cried out as his thumb found her clit, and the flash went off yet again. Then suddenly both hands were on her. As one hand continued to tease her ass and pussy, his other hand stroked her back, caressing her. Desperate for release, Kayla begged for more, still craving the fulfilment he had so far denied her, but again he refused, forcing her to orgasm, with his finger still buried in her ass, his thumb at her clit.

This time when Rob released her, he came to lie besides her, holding her trembling body against his until her breathing steadied and her heart rate slowed. Stroking her hair Rob murmured sweet nothing in her ear as she curled up against him, her tired body still craving something more. She whimpered and he pulled her close.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently, brushing her hair from her face. "What do you need?"

"I need..." She paused, "I need you Sir. I need you inside me. Please Sir."

The fact that she was still playing his game turned him on immensely, and he couldn't deny the effect her sexy, bound body had had on him. Hanging on to the last of his control, Rob stroked a hand over her breast, tugging on her nipple.

"Is that so?" He forced a note of boredom into his voice.

She nodded instantly, pressing her body against his, as if trying to tempt him into taking her. The movement made him smile and in response he pushed himself up into a sitting position, looking down at her.

"You'll have to earn it, you know."

Again she nodded vigorously. "Yes Sir. What do you want your slave to do?"

He smiled and motioned for her to kneel again. She did so quickly, making sure her legs were parted the way he'd told her.

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Rob looked her over, musing over all the possibilities open to him.

"Put your hands on the back of your head, slut"

Instantly she complied, and he reached up and attached each cuff to her collar with a trigger hook. Reaching once more for the nipple chains he loosened the loops before reaching for one of her nipples. Rolling it between his fingers, he pinched it until it was erect and waiting, before looping the end of the chain over it and pulling it taught. Repeating the process with the other nipple, Rob sat back to look at her. Satisfied he gave the chains a quick tug to ensure they were tight enough before reaching again for the camera. He took several pictures, occasionally asking her to move one way or the other, or to widen her legs just a little more. She obeyed every command immediately, and he could tell she was trying hard to please him. But he wasn't quite ready to give her what she wanted. Tiring of the camera, Rob returned it to the table before coming to sit on the bed beside her.

Kayla watched as Rob joined her on the bed. She had done everything he asked, trying desperately to please him, anything to get his cock inside her, but still he teased her. She kept her hands on her head, even as he unclipped her cuffs and she could tell it had pleased him as he gave the nipple chain another tug.

"What are you?"

The question surprised her, but she answered without hesitation. "Your slave, Sir."

"And what can I do to you?"

"Anything you like, Sir."

"Good girl." He patted her head.

She was feeling like his puppy dog again, and his next set of orders did nothing to dispel the illusion.

"Do you want my cock, slave?"

She nodded, answering in the affirmative. Knowing it would not be that easy.

"Beg me for it, slut, like the little bitch you are. Do you know how to beg?" The words were harsh, but Kayla hardly noticed.

"Yes Sir, please Sir. Please Sir, I want your cock inside me, I'm begging you, Sir." She begged dutifully.

For a second she thought he'd let her get away with it, but then she noticed the familiar gleam in his eye. Silently he removed her leash from the bed and tugged it until she was forced to move towards him.

"On the floor, slut. And don't try walking on two feet; you're to stay on all fours until I say otherwise."

Realising her relegation to the floor was possibly not a good sign, Kayla hurried to obey his commands, crawling to the floor on her hands and knees.

The new pose made the chains between her breasts swing, and the weight of them tugged at her nipples, evoking sensations which only added to her desperation. The effect did not go unnoticed by Rob, and every time the chains stopped swinging, he gave them a tug to start them off again. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please Sir," She begged desperately, "Please fuck me."

For a moment he was silent, and Kayla suddenly realised her mistake.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I..."

"Did I give you permission to speak?" He cut her off.

"No Sir, I'm sorry, Sir."

"Get on the bed." He commanded.

Hanging her head in shame, Kayla crawled onto the bed, awaiting his next command, knowing she was going to be punished for her mistake. She held her breath as Rob picked up a trigger hook and clipped it to each of her wrist cuffs, fastening them together in front of her. He repeated the process with her ankles.