Plus, he swiped a piece of the shredded panty-material over the area to temporarily dry me. Then he opened up the jaws of the ali-clamp by squeezing down on it, and when he released it…those cruel and unforgiving teeth came clamping down directly onto my clit! I saw fucking stars! While my body adjusted to the pain, or tried to adjust, he attached another chain.
The two chains linked up. I was breathing as if I was delivering a baby. He stood beside the bed. Now, with one hand, he could pull up on the chain. When he did so, my nipples and clit felt like they were being torn off my body. One tug, three shots of pain.
“Did you cum today, Abby?”
“N…no…Mas...Master. I didn’t. I would never disobey.” My answer was the truth, of course.
“I believe you, little one. But you were cheeky this morning, weren’t you?”
“Yes…yes, Sir. I’m…I’m sorry.” The pain was unbelievable, and it took all my effort to remain composed.
“Who owns you, little cunt?”
“You do Master. Only you. You own me.”
He pulled up one more time on the chain, and this time, I was unable to suppress a scream. I almost screamed a second time when he pried open the ali-clamp in order to remove it. In this case, I think it was fear more than pain. Just feeling his fingers down there petrified me. He removed the clamp safely, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, I would not be extended the same leniency when it came to my nipples. The difference being, the clamps might hurt like hell, but no risk of damage.
“What will happen when I remove your nipple clamps, Abby?”
“They…they will hurt.” I knew from experience when the blood rushed back into my tender nips, a new pain would sweep over them. I hated it, and yet, a part of me loved it too.
He pulled. I cringed. It took all my resolve not to scream again. The blood rushed in, and with it, followed the agony. I willed myself through it and took a long deep breath. Meanwhile, Lewis had moved to the foot of the bed, and with his suit still on, was approaching my spread legs. This time his cock was out!
He had unzipped and pulled his throbbing penis out of the Armani. Thick and strong. Rock hard. Ready to spear me. Ready to penetrate me. Ready to pound me. I was nothing more than a hole in that moment. The clamps where gone. Here came paradise.
He pushed into me with a single thrust. That perfect cock of his. He slid it into my wet and waiting pussy, and heaven descended upon me. My still tender clit responded immediately. I had always been a girl who came rather quickly, but since getting the clit hood piercing, it seemed even easier to bring me off. I knew I’d be cumming in no time at all. Normally, I’m not required to ask for permission to cum, but given the day’s instructions, I thought it prudent to ask.
“Permission to cum, Master?”
He whispered in my ear, “Yes, you may cum.”
I could hold back no longer. An intense orgasm overcame me. My legs trembled. My fingers stiffened. It was one of those orgasms that takes over my entire body. It felt amazing. When it subsided, I knew there was a second one just around the corner. I suspected Lewis knew too.
While he continued fucking me hard and rough, his hand twisted and pulled on my nipple. It was still tender from the clamp, and his touch made me wince. Then, his other hand moved to my throat. He so owned me. I would do anything for my husband, my Master, my owner. As my second orgasm approached, so did Lewis’. We came together, just as his hand squeezed on my throat, not preventing my air supply, but restricting it. He choke-fucked me through my climax, while he spurted copious amounts of cum deep into his property.
We caught our breath, while he lay on top of me, suit and all. Then he pulled away and slumped over onto his back. I wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.
“May I pretend we’re at the Four Seasons, Master?”
Lewis didn’t quite know my meaning, as evidenced by the furrowing of that same brow. I decided to ask the question another way.
“May I do my duties as clean-up maid?”
This time he understood. He lay back, and I moved around the bed until I was in a good position between his legs. First, I pulled off his pants and underwear. Then, I started with his balls, and working up the shaft, I tasted a mixture of our juices. He softened while I completed my undertaking. Before I was finished, I noticed a change in his breathing.
My Master was fast asleep, naked from the waist down, but with his shirt and jacket still on.
CHAPTER 22: BACK IN BLACK
Our one year anniversary…
No relationship is perfect. Except ours. Lewis and I seem to be compatible on every level. We have a perfect marriage.
We travelled a fair amount during our first year of marriage, with marvelous vacations in places such as Thailand and Namibia. A spontaneous trip for us might involve jumping on a plane and hitting a resort in Bermuda for a long weekend, or driving up to Cape Cod, or zooming up to Montreal Canada for dinner.