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outward signs of pleasure.
She perused her naked sub, standing with legs braced, head down and hands
clasped behind his back. His cock jutted out from his body, hard and dark from
engorgement. Her pussy clenched at the sight. Her nipples tightened and
tingled. What she wanted was to go to him, drop to her knees and swallow that
magnificent rod whole.
    What she did was scoop up a couple of her toys and saunter
toward him. It was hard to do, but necessary. It was her duty to be in control.
He needed to know he could trust her to be careful. If she gave into her
impulses, he would be right to worry she couldn’t be trusted to stop if
necessary. So she took it slow, stopping in front of him, gently taking his
hard length in a firm grip and yanking. A harsh sound, part groan, part gasp,
erupted from his mouth.
    She cooed to soothe him, yet kept her grip tight. “Have you
been a good boy, Trey, and left your cock alone?”
    “Yes, ma’am.” The struggle to speak clearly was obvious. The
poor boy was in pain, and he was going to be in more soon enough.
    “Go stand against the cross, facing me,” she ordered,
following him as he complied. She didn’t bother to truss him up for what she
had planned. He had already proven himself to be stoic, so she judged he’d be
able to stand still while she applied her toys to his body. “First things
first,” she said briskly. “I’ve seen stronger boys than you coming
spontaneously from a good beating. We can’t have that now, can we? This simple
harness will keep you nice and hard until I say otherwise.”
    As she spoke, Juliette snapped a soft leather cuff around
the base of his cock and wrapped its split strap down between his balls to
separate them. When she snapped the two tongues of the strap to the cuff,
Trey’s package was secured high and tight against his body. His breath became
more labored. The taut skin of his cock darkened. She ran a finger up the
length of it and flicked the glans just to see him jerk. He didn’t disappoint.
    “Good,” she purred. “Now a little bit more pain to add to
both of our pleasure.” She had brought her more elaborate nipple clamps this
time. She leaned over and laved his right nipple with the tip of her tongue.
Not many straight men appreciated the sensitivity of their own chest. It
delighted her when he uttered a low curse.
    His response morphed into a full blown “Holy Fuck” when she
removed her tongue and replaced it with the clamps, tightening them into his
aroused flesh.
    “Wait until I take it off,” she warned sweetly. “Remember
the pain will be far worse.” She repeated her ministrations with his left
nipple, but she wasn’t done yet. Grabbing a handful of the clothespins, she
applied a few along the underside of his restrained cock. Engorged as it was,
little skin was available to pinch, making the pain that much more intense.
Trey shook and stuttered out low moans as she worked her way down the shaft. He
howled when she moved to his balls, head thrown back. Moisture leaked from the
corners of his eyes. Juliette thumbed away the tears with a murmur of comfort
and stood back to admire her handiwork. Despite her sub’s response, she knew
the restraints were quite mild. They were plenty for what was only their third
time at play, however. It was hard to believe they had known each other for
such a short time, she was so comfortable with him already. “Turn around,
spread you legs and place your hands on the cross by the shackles.”
    With a shuddering breath, he obeyed her, keeping his body
far enough from the cross so that his cock didn’t touch it. The cross was made
from the same dark steel as the bed frame, with bars that were a couple of
inches wide. She secured his ankles first into cuffs lined with a soft
material, then she did the same with his wrists, pulling everything tight so
that he couldn’t move his arms and legs. He said nothing while she moved his
body into position. His breath, though, became more