As she walked with Max and his site manager toward the newly built sandstone building, she wondered if all the workmen, wearing hard hats, could see the nipple clamps poking through her dress. In her present aroused state she was almost past caring. Her whole being just focused on the constant chafing of the material against her taut, hardened nipples. Every now and then her voice would gain a higher pitch as the chain attached to her nipples also pulled against the clamp secured to her throbbing clit. Her pussy was soaking wet, and feminine juices spread to the top of her thighs. Every step she took became a trial as the clamp constantly rubbed against the sensitive nub.
Dale, the site manager, paused briefly, before pointing to the top of the building. “Would you allow me to show you the two show condos that have already been decorated and staged, Mrs. Williams? They’re on the top floor. They should give you a feel for the building.”
“That—” Her voice came out high-pitched. Damn that clit clamp. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes, please. That would be great, Dale.” Ella had to speak slowly to make sure her words didn’t distort. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to blot out her Master’s knowing smile.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” Dale asked with concern. “You’re looking a little flushed.”
Ella nodded. “I’m fine. I must be coming down with something. A bug of some sort, perhaps.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope it’s nothing serious.” He turned to Max. “I’ll go and get the keys, Mr. D’Alesandro.”
“Thanks, Dale,” Max replied as the tall, wiry man walked away. He turned to Ella when they were left completely alone, and smiled. “How are you feeling, pet?”
“As if you didn’t know, Max. I can barely concentrate on anything.” As soon as she’d spoken, she realized her mistake. Why hadn’t she followed her own advice? He’d leave the clamps on even longer now. She might even have to use her safeword to call a halt to this exquisite torture.
Max’s eyes narrowed on her, assessing, testing, and devouring her. “I see you haven’t learned your lesson yet, pet. Your tongue is still as sassy as ever.”
“Please forgive me, Master.” The roles they were playing were becoming more defined. Max was in control, and she loved every minute of it. Her pussy tightened, making her even wetter. She pouted her lips in the hope he would take pity on her. “I am learning, Master. I hope you will take mercy on me.” She bowed her head, hoping to appeal to his dominant nature. She’d read a lot of literature on the subject. Men like Max needed her submission. She would do well to offer him more of what he desired.
When Dale returned, her heart sank. Max definitely couldn’t remove the clamps with him around. She just hoped she’d be able to last a little longer before using her safeword, because she didn’t want to disappoint Max.
“You can give me the keys, Dale,” Max said, perhaps answering her prayers. If they were left alone, then maybe he’d show his benevolent side. “I’ll take Ella up and show her around myself.”
“Okay, boss,” he said, handing over the keys.
When they were both in the elevator and heading for the fifth floor, Max’s voice soothed her. “If you’re a good girl, I may consider removing my educational device from your cute little nipples and succulent clit. You’ll just have to wait and see how lenient your Master is feeling, my little pet.” As he stood behind her, his hands drifted down her body, gently caressing her shoulders before dropping to her breasts. His thumbs smoothed over her large, swollen nipples. She closed her eyes, and a tight moan escaped her lips as erotic pain coursed through her body. She couldn’t help curving her butt back against him. She could clearly feel his hard cock as she rubbed herself against his obvious erection.
“Oh, Max, and while you’re working, too.” She teased.
“Mmm, I’d say I’ve got one horny slave who needs some serious attention.”
“Oh, yes, yes, yes. You’re what I need. Please, Master.”
He began raising the hem of her dress, pulling it up her thighs until his fingers touched her bare flesh. Ella gasped as he smoothed his hands over her stomach. He tugged on the chain attached to her clit.
A cry left her lips, and she arched back, enjoying the feel of his body behind hers, hard and virile. When he touched the swollen clamped nub she cried out, “Please,” grinding her ass against his hips once more.
“Oh, baby, you’re so close aren’t you.” He dropped a hand between her legs and caressed her trapped clit. “And so fucking wet, too.”