HIS CURVY OBSESSION

Public bound

BANKS

I wrap the chain tight around my hand and yank.

Her head snaps back and she falls onto her ass, looking up at me with red-rimmed, glistening eyes.

She is horny.

I did not expect her to be someone who gets off on humiliation. That is unexpected....but useful.

I pour the remaining whiskey over her upturned face. Her tongue darts out immediately, catching what she can. She takes in quite a lot, so, I lower the pour to her chest. I need her humiliated, not intoxicated.

“The rules are to be obeyed,” I say, lowering myself toward her.

“I’m sor..... AHHH!”

I pull on the n****e clamp, cutting her apology into a wild scream.

I tug again. Deliberately. Relishing on how sweet she cries out.

“What does the rule say?” I ask, still pulling. Her eyes are filling with tears, and this is only the beginning.

“I must answer your call,” she says breathlessly.

I release the clamp sharply and she falls forward, chains striking the floor with a clash.

I grab the chain attached to her collar before she can settle and drag her upright. She scrambles onto her knees.

She looks small. Used. Every bit a sub, and my chest does something inconvenient about that. But feeling good is not the essence of this punishment.

The shame, the humiliation... that is what she needs to remember before she considers disobeying me or breaking the rules again.

“I don’t pay you to play games or disobey me, Eleanor,” I tell her, and she swallows back a tear without answering.

It is eight pm. The night is dark and exactly right for what I have planned.

Just beyond the red room is my wide balcony. A large glass table. A pool to the left.

I release her chains and let them fall with her. Her knees curl beneath her, hands flat on the floor, hair spreading across her face.

I pick her up.

“I won’t do it again,” she pleass quietly, pressing her face into my chest. She thinks it is over.

I walk us out into the dark night and drop her on the glass table.

“Master...” She gasps. The cold clearly unwelcome against her skin.

I pull a cuff from the shelf by the door and snap it around her both wrists. Her eyes widen, chest rises and falls fast. She shifts on her knees on the table, and her full breasts move with her.

I stop.

My gaze narrows and my c**k twitches. They jiggle, and I allow myself one second to imagine my mouth on them- taking, marking, squeezing until they're red with marks of my fingers on them.

They jiggle again. She has noticed me watching and is using it. Deliberately and I fall without warning.

I grab one and squeeze tight, until my d**k hit the side of the table from strainig too hard

“Hmmmmm.” Her cry turns into a moan. I should stop. But she feels too good. They feel full, soft, mine in a way that is becoming an insane addiction.

“This is mine to take whenever I want,” I all but grown. My voice low and deep, my hand still squeezing, watching as she grinds her p***y against the glass.

“All yours, master.”

“Devious little slut.”

“Just how my master likes it.”

My eyes find her mouth. That filthy, ruinous mouth that are so dirty it'll make a saint wet.

I look at her eyes, they have gone heavy-lidded and dark.

She is my undoing and I will destroy her before she destroys me. I release one clamp and take her n****e into my mouth.

“Thank you, master,” she breathes, pushing her chest closer. I fondle both breasts, pulling the left n****e between my teeth as she strains toward me.

I tug the remaining clamp and bite the freed n****e simultaneously.

“Yes....yes...” Her head throw back as she cry out and I slap the breast in my palm, my tongue nibbling on the other in my mouth.

She's an intoxication with no end. Oxygen that robs me of breath yet I go for more.

Her cuffed hands reach blindly for the front of my trousers.

I slap again. And again. Loving how breathless she sounds. I watch her rub herself against the glass table, watch her desperately reach for my length with her restrained hands, watch her breathing fall apart from nothing but my hands and my mouth

And then I stop, taking a step back.

I'll f**k her. f**k the disobedience out of her, but for now, she needs a reminder not reward.

So for the final time, I slap her breast four times in quick succession. Her cries climb with each one. She's rubbing herself faster on the glass. I lower back to bite her n****e and tug the clamp at the same time.

“Please...fuck me...” She cry out. Almost there, So I let go entirely.

“Disobedient subs don’t get to come, Anor"

She looks up at me, mouth wide open. Before she can speak, I take her cuffed hands and pull them upward, then connect the chain from her wrist cuffs to the chain at her collar, threading both to the hook beside her on the wall.

The chain is long enough- five feet of slack. Enough to kneel, lie flat, curl sideways. Enough to move but not to reach me or the door.

I take my tie from my breast pocket and blindfold her. She wiggles immediately.

“Master, please.... I didn’t hear it ring.”

“Shhh.” She goes quiet as I tighten the fold.

“What a disobedient sub deserves,” I say, voice low and close to her ear.

“ is to be bound right outside for those in neighboring flats to see, laugh at, jerk off on and imagine how they can reach me" Her breathing peak, head shaking as she stands tall on her knees. I continue

"Have them ask if I'll share you for them to use like the disobedient w***e you are"

"Please...Banks" Something slabs my chest, weakening me, I take a pause.

"They'll look at the kind of w***e her master had to chain up because she couldn’t follow one rule.”