HIS CURVY OBSESSION

Humiliation

Tears fall down her face heavily with every word. Each one lands somewhere in my chest that I do not acknowledge.

I want to wipe them. I want to remove every tear that exists in her eyes outside of pleasure but I don’t.

I secure the chain into the hook and step back.

Damn it! Even tear streaked she looks like a special craving. One no man will be able to imagine but will never give up or ignore when served.

If there were an auction for bound subs, she would break every record:

Tears tracking black eye shadow down her face like a weeping panda. Wrists cuffed and chained forward to the wall. Leather collar at her throat. Eyes blindfolded. Breasts bare and full- one n****e swollen from my mouth, the other still clamped.

As always where her breasts are concerned, my c**k reacts. I ignore it and latch the second clamp.

“Perfect,” I say, and mean it.

“Say your rules,” I tell her.

"Every one.” She begins.

She misses nothing. Not one rule, not one word. Tears thickening every syllable, chains rattling with each breath she takes. If it were to be different situation, I'd have gifted her.

“You remembered them,” I say when she finishes. “And still disobeyed.”

“I tried calling. It went to voicemail,” she rushes out, voice wet, each word a small effort.

“And you chose to let another man drive you. Inhale you. You chose not to wait.”

“He was a client. I only wanted my skin checked and he offered...”

“Excuses, Anor.” Her face drops. She sinks lower, legs stretching out beneath her in resignation

“Excuses.”

I believe her. If I didn’t need her to understand that my words are not optional, I would let her go right now.

“You’ll stay here and reflect.”

“Please...” She reaches out instinctively, her chained hands extending toward where she thinks I am. I step back.

“Master...mas...”. Her voice fades into quiet resignation.

I finish the last of my whiskey. Then I move to the toy shelf.

The butt plug first. Now is a good time to begin preparing her for what’s coming. Then the remote vibrator: new tech, an investment of mine. The receiver connects to my phone and operates within a thousand-metre radius.

I head back out to her, satisfied.

“Damn.” I stop in the doorway.

She has bent forward, pressing her ass out. Wide hips spreading across the entrance, full and impossible to ignore.

“My whip would look good on that,” I say quietly and head back for it.

I retrieve it and approach in silence. She does not hear me until the leather connects.

“AHHHH!” The chains crash and ring with her scream. Her pale skin flushes red immediately in the shape of the tail. She whips her head back.

I drop the whip and press my palm to the mark, smoothing it.

“One of the best things about you,” I say against her skin.

"is that you always look so completely ravishing.”

“Thank you, master.”

“Such a good girl. And still so disobedient.”

“I..”

“Ass out.” She obeys immediately, hands bracing forward.

“Good,” I say, squeezing one cheek.

“You’ve learned.”

I spread her apart. Push the butt plug into her p***y first. She groans softly. I bring it back out and my c**k jerks at how much she drips.

“Does my sub love pain?” I ask, quiet amusement in my voice, stroking her wetness off the plug with my thumb.

"Look how dirty your p***y made it" I say. Spreading her cheeks wider. I press the tip of the plug against the rim of her ass.

“So ready,” I say, and push in an inch.

“Hmm...” She pulls forward instinctively.

“Relax.” She does, and I push it fully home.

“f**k!”

“That’s it.” I pick up the vibrator and push it without ceremony into her drenched p***y.

“s**t!” She cries out, rising to her knees. I grab her hair.

“Relax, or this gets worse,” I say into her ear. She obeys. Sweat coating her skin. I seat the vibrator fully, adjust the fit, and step away.

“Anorrr,” I say, drawing her name out slowly as pleasure wrap me.

She is beyond perfect. She is ART. Ass wide, hips full, the butt plug seated in her, the vibrator disappearing into her p***y- bound, blindfolded, and still somehow beautiful.

“You look extraordinary,” I tell her. She says nothing. Her body is still jerking in small, helpless movements.

Ignoring my own f*****g hard on.

Which is as everything with her- New. I never enjoyed or get hard from giving a sub punishment.

*Well,you never took this much time* I nod.

“One more,” I say and she turns her head back. Face wet, hair stuck to her cheek.

I press the vibrator button three times on my phone .

"MASTER... FUCKKKKKINNNNN! PLEASE" She cries, body moving up and wiggling on the glass.

If the glass were not reinforced, it would shatter.

I increase it to four pulses. Two from the highest setting.

“Master...pleaseI can’tI can’t take it..” She moves up, down, forward, back, trying to find somewhere to go and finding nothing.

“Remember this the next time you consider breaking your rules.” I conclude, reduce the setting by one and walk to my office.

Fucking hating she's so wet and ready for me yet I can't devour her.