Best S&M, Volume 3

Read Online Best S&M, Volume 3 by M. Christian - Free Book Online Page B

Book: Best S&M, Volume 3 by M. Christian Read Free Book Online
Authors: M. Christian
Ads: Link
retreat. How unprofessional! If she does this often , I thought, someone should report her to the administration . My own hypocrisy stared me in the face, and I almost laughed aloud.
    Kip set her lamp on the concrete floor. “Arms up, maiden,” she told me. The thought of being at her mercy sent tingles straight to my clit, in spite of my common sense. I raised my arms, but my wrists didn’t reach the iron rings until I stood on tiptoe.
    “You’re such a little thing,” said Kip, making it sound like a compliment. “You need something to stand on.” She pulled a sturdy wooden stand along the wall until it was directly under the rings. “Stand up,” she told me. As I placed one foot on the stand, she helped by possessively grabbing my nearest butt-cheek and giving me a hoist.
    Standing on a wooden platform made me feel like a statue, and it brought my crotch closer to Kip’s eye-level. I raised my arms for her, and she secured my wrists to the rings in the wall by fastening them with velvet-lined cuffs that were surprisingly comfortable. This isn’t very medieval at all , I thought before I could stop myself. Was I actually disappointed? My common sense was in despair.
    Kip seemed to read my mind. “Life in my dungeon can get a lot worse, girl,” she warned. “I’m going easy on you because you’re new here and I’m unreasonably fond of you. Best not to annoy me, eh?”
    “I’d like to please you, Ma’am,” I confessed. She smiled.
    Kip wasn’t finished. She pulled out a metal bar with velvet-lined cuffs at each end. Fetters for my feet! She locked one onto each of my ankles so that my legs were held apart. I could only guess why she didn’t want me to close them. She stood back to admire her work, and decided that something else was needed.
    “Chains,” she said, as if to herself. She walked to a corner of the room, and pulled a length of chain from a large canvas bag. Standing in front of me, she was able to wrap one end around my neck, and wrapped the rest down over my neck, several times around my waist, over my sensitive belly, and between my legs. Then she held her design in place by running two little padlocks through the links at my neck and belly.
    The cold metal on my skin made me shiver, but the more I moved, the more it rubbed against my skin. Kip clearly enjoyed my dilemma, watching me discover the limits of my freedom. I didn’t want to risk knocking over the wooden stand because then I would be suspended from my wrists. I couldn’t move very much without making things worse for myself.
    “Get comfortable, my dear,” grinned Kip. “You’ll be here a long time.” Panic raced through me before I reminded myself that she couldn’t really keep me in her basement for days, weeks, or months. Someone would ask where I was. Wouldn’t they?
    “You need the cap and bells of a fool,” she told me. “I interpret the word ‘cap’ somewhat loosely. Not that they won’t fit tightly.” Suddenly she had two nipple-clips in her hands, and she was reaching in between the length of chain over my chest to squeeze them onto my nipples. Each clip had three little bells dangling from it, and they jingled cheerfully with each breath I took.
    Kip stepped back to admire her work. “Now,” she addressed me seriously. “I won’t gag you because I want you to talk. And I won’t blindfold you because I want you to see. You should be grateful.”
    “Yes, Ma’am.” The nipple-clips were sending a message straight to my cunt. I felt as if my juice must be dripping onto the wooden stand, forming a puddle.
    “Are you attracted to me, Athena?”
    “Yes, Ma’am.” Duh . She just wants to rub it in , I thought.
    “Then why did you leave my house so rudely and abruptly last time?”
    “You drove me away!” I protested. “You said ‘I’ll see you at work on Monday.’ What could that mean except ‘It’s time to leave’?”
    “Obviously, Athena,” she pointed out mildly, “I expected to see

Similar Books

Edge

Brenda Rothert

Sunwing

Kenneth Oppel

Zeck

Khloe Wren

Dark Spirits

Rebekkah Ford

The Nautical Chart

Arturo Pérez-Reverte

Day of the Bomb

Steve Stroble

Anna From Away

D. R. Macdonald

Theodora

Stella Duffy