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Uuuugggggghhhhh.

You arch your back again and the knob of my penis barely parts your pussy lips. You begin a frenzy of upward thrusts with your hips, trying to force my cock deep enough that you can actually feel me inside you, but I keep it just far enough away that you can only get it an inch or two inside.

"Beg for it."

Your eyes begin to fill with tears. Tears of shame at your wanton desire.

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me! Please, please fuck me!"

I lower my torso onto you. You feel my cock slide inside.

"Ohhhh God."

I kiss your shoulder, your neck. You try to kiss me back. I feel your hot breath, then your lips on my ear. Your tongue probes my ear. You are panting like you have run a race.

"Fuck me, fuck me!"

I thrust hard into your cunt.

"Unnnnhhhhh! Oh God, oh God! Push it deeper. I haven’t felt this good since the last time you fucked me."

You struggle against the cuffs. You want to dig your nails into my back, to grab my ass, to force me deeper and deeper inside you. But all you can do is thrust your pelvis upward and grind your pussy against me.

I smile, knowing you have forgotten the video camera that is recording every movement and sound. Then I pull out from you and get up from the bed.

"You bastard! Wait! Don’t pull out! Make me gush!"

"Later, princess. Plenty of time. ha ha."

I unfasten the cuffs.

"Sit up in the middle of the bed, arch your back. Show off your tits."

You arch your back. The camera continues to record.

"Hold that pose. I’ve got something I want you to wear for me."

I take a slender silver three-point chain from the bedside table drawer. Your eyes widen when you see the two alligator clips and a tiny silver band and cylinder on the chain.

"Hold still."

As I touch one of the clips to your nipple, it stiffens. I squeeze the clip open and let it close on the nipple. It bites in and holds firmly. I repeat the act with the next clip.

"Stand up on the bed. Face this way."

You face the camera. I press my hands against the soft insides of your thighs. You open your legs.

"Play with your clit, Take it between your fingers. Stimulate it. See if you can stretch it out for me."

Your fingers touch the tiny, tender button. You pinch it, rub it, pinch it, pull it, pulling it out, stretching it more than you imagined possible.

"That’s it," I say finally. "Now put your hands behind your back."

Your clitoris sticks out from your pussy lips, reddened, distended. I let the chain dangle from your nipples and take the handcuffs and reach around your waist and fasten your hands behind your back. Then I stand to one side, leaning my head over your pussy so you can’t see what I am doing, but the camera lens can. I pinch the tiny clit between my thumb and forefinger, stretch it out as far as it will go, open the band with my other hand, and clamp it onto your clitoris. Then using a tiny special screwdriver, I tighten the band. As I make one last turn. your knees buckle. You drop to your knees and scream as the band squeezes the tender organ. I laugh, glad that the walls are so thick, and step aside so the camera can record your agony.

"Ha ha. Arch your back, cunt. Show your pussy to the camera."

Tears streaming down your face, you struggle to obey. Kneeling on the bed now, your knees wide apart, you arch your back. Your nipples point toward the ceiling, and your pussy lips hang open, displaying your tortured clitoris. I take the chain where the three strands join and hold it to you mouth.

"Lean your head forward. Take the chain between your teeth."

You lean your head forward and open your mouth. I pull the chain tight and place it between your teeth. You bite down.

"Lean your head back now, princess."

You lean your head back, your back arches, your nipples once more point upward, the alligator clips bite deep. The chain tightens and stretches the nipples and clitoris, pulling them upward, distending them until they are elongated and pulled pencil thin.

"That’s my good girl. That’s my obedient kitten."

I stroke your long, soft hair, touching your cheek as the tears stream down your face. I touch your nipples. The tips of my fingers feel like electric probes. You wince, but you keep the tension on the chains taut. I fondle the chains.

"I’m glad you like these princess. They look great on you. ha ha. You’ll be wearing them from now on. I like my hostess to wear something exciting when she waits on my guests."

Guests? Guests!!! You are alarmed at what I have said, but I haven’t given you permission to move, so you continue to strain against the chain, distending your nipples and pulling your plundered clitoris further upward.

"O.k. pet, that’s enough. We don’t want to stretch those beauties out of shape. ha ha."

I move to the side of the bed.

"Turn this way."

You turn to face me, your head level with my cock.

I wait.

You know exactly what I want you to do. Your profile is to the camera that is recording every move, every sound. You stretch your neck forward. Your lips touch the tip of my cock. You stick your tongue out and circle the head of my cock with it. You can taste your pussy and my pre cum. You lick it like an ice cream cone, then, in a sudden motion, you plunge your head forward, forcing my stiff cock deep into your eager mouth. You begin to suck. I pull your hair aside and look over at the mirror behind the camera and watch as your head bobs up and down, jamming my cock deeper and deeper into your mouth each time. You suck harder, determined this time to force me to orgasm, to make me ejaculate in your mouth. I watch your cheeks hollow and swell with each sucking sequence. I can feel my cock start to throb. You can feel it too with the inside of your mouth. You know your mouth has always been your most sensitive sexual organ. You have always loved the sensation of a man’s cock fountaining into your sucking mouth, but your husband has never understood. He always makes you fuck missionary style, so he can look into your eyes, he says. You offer to kneel in front of him and suck his cock and look up into his eyes from the floor in front of him, but he always refuses. Now, at last, you have found a man who will cum in your mouth. Now! Now! It’s almost at climax. Just a few more seconds.

You hear the doorbell.

"That’ll be Stan. Right on time."

I step back. My cock slips out of your mouth. I look down and see tears of frustration pooling in your eyes.

"No, don't! Let me finish! Cum in my mouth!"

"Enough, kitten, enough. There’ll be another chance later. Turn around. Let me unlock those cuffs. Here’s the key to the sissy lock. Put your spike-heels back on and go let him in, will you?"

Then it hits you. There’s somebody at the door. Not just anybody, but somebody I’m expecting. Somebody else for you to service with your body, your pussy, your mouth, your..... You don’t want to think about what else. And I expect you to go to the door with nothing on....no, not just naked, but with chains on your nipples and clitoris, and let him in.

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O.K. kittens, do you have your vibrators on "high" yet? Are your fingers dug deep into that sweet little pussy? Well, just keep them there for a while. There's a lot more to day one, and I'm already writing and working on ideas for day two. But it's still summer, my favorite time of the year, and I'm not going to spend much of it writing. So if I hear from you, and get the impression that you're really interested, I'll post a couple more chapters. I may post them anyhow, but it'd be nice to know whether you think I should go back to my day job or not.

Namaste~

Dreamcatcher__