Testing the Submissive(42)

Suddenly, I was stirred awake. The bathroom light was on in the distance. Lewis was standing at the foot of the bed. I was about to ask him how his night was, but before I could get the words out he said, “Abby, stay on your back and don’t move”.

He tore the covers off me.

I looked down and saw the flimsy ruffles skim over my breasts. I was suddenly chilled, and my nipples were poking through the fabric.

“You have on a pretty nightie. And how lovely, it’s rather short. Now spread your legs apart.”

I did so, slowly.

“Wider.”

I wasn’t sure if Lewis could see my pulsing pussy through the fine lace panties.

“Don’t you normally sleep without panties, Abby?”

I shrugged, “Usually Master, yes.”

Lewis’ voice became unyielding, “I never want you to sleep with panties on. Ever. I need to be able to access your pussy at all times. Even in the middle of the night, if I so chose.”

“Of course, I understand,” I whispered. “It won’t happen again.”

Without warning, he pulled my nightie up further. Lewis then placed his hand on my panties, gripped the material forcibly, and bore down on it aggressively with his strong fingers. He shoved his fingers through the torn fabric, effectively shredding my panties and forcing some of the material up into my vagina.

Say, “You own me, Sir.”

“You own me, Sir.”

He pulled his fingers back out, palmed my clit momentarily, then shoved them back up inside pushing through the torn material and forcing into me with such hostility it was almost painful. Next, he circled his palm and fingers, and the pain turned into something quite heavenly. It felt very good.

“Your moist pussy belongs to me. Your clit is responding, engorged, hoping to be satisfied. This nightie looks like it was new. Too bad, slut.”

Abruptly, he lowered his head, and pierced the fabric with his teeth biting down on the cloth just around the area of my nipples. I almost cried out in pain as another finger was added to the assault on my pussy. His free hand then grabbed the fabric, and he ripped it right down my middle. I was now lying in a very shredded nightie. I was opened wide. Of course, I dared not move.

All the while, Lewis was still wearing his black fitted pin-striped suit. It was an Armani, brand new, and the juxtaposition of our clothing made me feel even more vulnerable. Who doesn’t love a man in a good suit?

“I’m going to fuck you…but first, I seem to remember you misbehaved this morning.”

Obviously, he had not forgotten about my minor transgression. I had winked when he told me not to masturbate today. That might not seem like a big deal, but it was suggestive I might cheat. The truth is, he would have absolutely no way of knowing if I did, or didn’t. It starts to mess with that magical bond between a dominant and submissive, called trust. My early morning smug attitude was about to cost me dearly.

“Don’t move,” he said. In a flash, he was gone. I waited. I could hear my own breathing.

I barely had time to gather my thoughts, when he was back. Uh oh! In his hands were two vicious looking nipple clamps. They were the black heavy ones, with the tension screw, so the tightness could be adjusted. Something told me they were set tight. I was right. Lewis clasped one onto my left nipple, and the sensation was immediate. Pain! He tugged on it, to make sure it had a good firm grip. I bit my lip so hard; I thought I might have cut it. Luckily, I didn’t. The right nipple was no less painful. He snapped the clamp closed directly onto my protruding nipple, and I was in a world of agony instantly. My nipples were being crushed. These clamps were serious business.

Next, he attached a thin silver chain to each of the clamps. Oh fuck! This would make it easy for him to tug on the chain, thereby tugging on both of my nipples at the exact same time. I prayed he wasn’t intending to tear them off me in this manner.

“I have a new clamp today, Abby.” He was fucking with me. Messing with my mind. His tone of voice was pure evil.

He held it up for me to see. Where is that going to go??

“This is called an ali-clamp. You know why, little tramp?” It was a rhetorical question, and there was no need for me to answer.

“See, it’s shaped just like an alligator, with these sharp jagged teeth and a long snout. When a girl is as slutty as you are, with a pussy that is always wet and slick with whore-juice, only an ali-clamp can take hold of your clit without slipping off. Oh My God! He was going to fasten that wicked looking clamp right onto my clit!

Meanwhile, my nipples were now burning with pain!

He used his fingers to pull apart my labia. My engorged clitoris, looking like a shiny pink pebble, was an easy target. The clit hood piercing seemed to make my nub even more accessible, as he pushed on the ring with his thumb.