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lodged a spreader bar between his legs to ensure he remained where she’d placed him. He arched his spine to present himself for her approval. She always cared for him when he behaved and doled out appropriate punishment when he deserved it. He understood he reflected on her—her training, her handiwork.
    “Very nice, slave.” She patted his ass, her hands trailing along his flank to cup his balls in her supple palm. Her dainty hand had no trouble gripping all of his junk at once.
    He knew better than to move, though he yearned for nothing more than to thrust himself into her grasp. He must save his arousal for the Master. Perhaps if the Master was pleased, he would allow the woman to bring his slave satisfaction as he sometimes did. If not, the slave would be made to wait, to suffer unbearable lust that rose inside him like leavening bread until the next session when it would erupt in raw desperation.
    God, how he loved those times. He would do anything—had done unspeakable things—to be escorted to a plane of existence where nothing mattered except submission, soaring on endorphins boosted by the manufactured ecstasy the Master doled out so sparingly.
    He whimpered behind the ball gag stretching his jaw. Surely he had earned satisfaction.
    “Quiet. You’ll have something to cry over soon enough.”
    The slave stifled a moan when the blunt tip of a smooth device probed his asshole. He couldn’t decide if it would be worse for her to shove it deep in one stroke or take it away. His muscles went slack as he relinquished his fate to her.
    “Ah, yes. You are my favorite pet. So obedient.”
    Pleasure swamped his senses when she daubed lube against his tender hole in reward. Slick gel stole his breath with its coolness. The promise of heat to follow had his fingers clenching into fists where they lay, trapped.
    He was not disappointed.
    The pressure returned at his ass. He pushed out, welcoming the intrusion. It stretched him wider and wider as it sank to the base and yet he yearned for more.
    “That’s all there is for now.” The woman crooned in his ear. “You know the Master likes to destroy some of your resistance himself.”
    And the slave loved it too. The bite of pain along with penetration made the act so much more intoxicating. He couldn’t deny his implicit surrender then. Nothing made him hotter faster.
    She checked the fit, her gloved finger teasing his anus around the imbedded object. When she was satisfied, he heard the familiar glide of nylon accompany her motions as she wove the attached straps through the loops on the modest cock ring strangling his straining erection, ensuring he could not eject the plug. His equipment paled in comparison to the Master’s, but he hoped it at least plumped to its full capacity in a display of his rampant eagerness to please.
    Although, the Master did delight in belittling him for his shortcomings.
    The Dom would often fuck him harder after teasing him about his tiny prick or his inability to please his wife.
    He had no chance to will the stubby flesh to subside when the rattle of chains rang through the quiet room. Knowing what would come next, he still cried out when the teeth of chilly metal clamps latched on to his sensitive nipples. If he squirmed, he could force the links connecting the pinchers to his cock ring to brush the nub of his dripping hard-on. The stimulation coupled with the pain generated by the motion would be enough to set him off.
    But he didn’t dare move.
    His trainer verified the grip with one firm yank on his chains that set his cock swaying. When everything held, she whispered, “Prepare yourself. He’s coming for you now.”
    The woman petted his hair until the initial shock of adrenaline subsided. He could hear the clink of metal, as he shivered, over the pounding of his heart.
    “Please him so I may take care of you afterward. I would enjoy that very much today.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” She would understand his garbled response