Continued from Chapter 02. Master decides to add some decoration to his office.
I wake with a start, my heart racing as I sit up in bed. The sound that jolted me awake is still echoing in my mind - the soft chime of my computer, signaling that another message is waiting for me. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My feet dangle in the air, feeling for the floor as I try to get my bearings. The room is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the computer and the muted glow of the TV screen, showing yet another porn scene.
I tentatively open the message, my eyes scanning the screen for any sign of what's to come. My heart is still racing from the sudden wake-up. I hesitate for a moment, my finger hovering over the mouse, the memory of the shock collar's unpleasant jolt is still fresh in my mind. Finally, I click on the message. The screen flickers to life, and I'm met with a simple, yet ominous, message: "Good morning, toy. I trust you slept well. You have ten minutes to make yourself presentable and kneel on the mat by the door. -Master."
As I read the message, the screen suddenly changes, and a countdown timer appears, displaying the remaining time in bold, red numbers: 09:59. I feel a surge of anxiety as I realize I need to act quickly.
My eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of what I'm supposed to do. That's when I notice it - a small, black mat placed neatly on the floor by the door. It wasn't there before, and I'm certain of it.
I think for a brief moment, "Fuck him! I'm not doing that!" But then I remembered the collar around my neck and what happens when I don't obey.
I spring into action, my heart racing with the countdown timer ticking away in the back of my mind. I quickly make my way to the bathroom, the fluorescent light above the sink flickering to life as I enter. I hastily use the toilet, trying to calm my racing thoughts as I take care of my business. As I flush the toilet, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my eyes looking wild and my hair disheveled from sleep. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I turn on the shower.
As the warm water cascades down my body, washing away the remnants of sleep and calming my frazzled nerves, I take a moment to collect my thoughts. I close my eyes, letting the gentle pressure of the water massage my scalp, and try to calm my racing heart. The countdown timer is still ticking away in the back of my mind, but I push it aside, focusing on the sensation of the water on my skin. I take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, and slowly exhale, letting my tension melt away.
I open my eyes, and my gaze falls on the shower gel dispenser on the wall. I reach out, my hand closing around the cool plastic, and squeeze a small amount of gel into my palm.
I rub the gel between my palms, feeling the cool, slippery texture as I work it into a lather. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafts up, calming my senses as I begin to wash my body. My hands move in slow, deliberate motions, scrubbing away the remnants of sleep and the lingering anxiety of the countdown timer. I take a deep breath, letting the warm water and soothing scents wash over me, and try to clear my mind. I know what I need to do, and I know I must do it quickly.
I turn on the shower dryers and I quickly dry off, my mind still focused on the countdown timer. I glance at the mirror, my reflection revealing a sense of urgency in my eyes. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste, hastily brushing my teeth as I prepare myself for what's to come.
As I spit out the toothpaste, I hear the soft chime of the computer again. I rush over to the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. The countdown timer now reads 04:32, and I know I have to move quickly.
I quickly run a comb through my hair, trying to tame the tangles as best I can. I take one last look in the mirror, checking my appearance. I quickly eat a breakfast bar, take a deep breath, and make my way to the door.
As I approach the mat, I can feel my heart racing. I kneel down, trying to make myself as small and unassuming as possible. I lower my head, my eyes closed, as I wait for my master to arrive.
I can hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and I know I have only seconds left. I focus on my breathing, trying to stay calm and composed.
The sound of the footsteps grows louder, and I can feel the vibrations of each step through the floor. My heart is racing, and my breath catches in my throat as I wait for the door to open. The handle turns, and the door creaks open, revealing the dim light from the hallway. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for what's to come.
"Good morning, toy," a low, smooth voice says. I open my eyes to see my him standing in the doorway, a leash held loosely in his hand. The leash is made of black leather, and it looks sturdy. His eyes seem to gleam with amusement as he takes in my kneeling form, and I feel a flush rise to my cheeks.
As he reaches my side, he gently lifts my chin with his free hand, his fingers brushing against my skin with a soft caress. He takes the leash and clamps it to the ring of my collar. He pulls on it slightly giving me the unspoken command to stand.
He smiles at me. "I am happy to see that you followed my instructions," he said. "Though, I guess you gathered what would happen if you did not."
He trails his fingers down my neck, and I shiver involuntarily. I can feel the collar around my neck, tightening slightly as he speaks.
"I'm glad you understand," he says, his voice low and husky. "Because I have a special surprise for you today."
He pulls out a small, black box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a delicate silver chain with nipple clamps attached at both ends.
As he holds out the box, the silver chain glints in the dim light of the room, and I can see the delicate curves of the nipple clamps. My heart skips a beat as I realize what they are, and my nipples start to ache just out of anticipation. He smiles again, his eyes glinting with amusement, and I can sense a thrill of excitement emanating from him.
He reaches out with his free hand and gently takes one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling it gently back and forth. I feel a jolt of sensation, and my breath catches in my throat. He releases my nipple and picks up one of the clamps, holding it poised over my breast.
When he attaches the clamp to my nipple, and I feel a surge of sensation as the metal bites down, sending a shiver running down my spine. The clamp is cold to the touch, and I can feel the weight of it pulling gently on my nipple, causing it to pucker and harden. He repeats the process with the second clamp, attaching it to my other nipple with a soft click.
As he steps back to admire his handiwork, I can feel the clamps pulling on my nipples, sending waves of sensation coursing through my body. I look down to see the silver chain glinting in the dim light, the clamps attached to my nipples like tiny, metallic flowers.
He pulls on the leash to lead me out into the hall, and I follow him, my eyes fixed on the floor as I try to process the sensations coursing through my body. The nipple clamps are sending waves of pleasure and pain through me, and I can feel my nipples throbbing with each step. The leash is gentle, but firm, and I can sense his control over me as he guides me through the hallway.
As we walk, I notice the sound of my own breathing, and the soft jingling of the leash as it moves against my skin. The hallway is dimly lit, with soft, warm lighting that seems to envelop us in a cocoon of intimacy.
As we walk into his office, I'm immediately struck by the familiar surroundings. The large, wooden desk sits in the center of the room, with the monitors. The bookshelves lining the walls are still filled with leather-bound tomes, and the soft, warm lighting casts a cozy glow over everything. But my gaze is drawn to the one thing that's different - a Saint Andrew's cross standing tall on the far side of the room.
The cross is made of sturdy, black metal, with thick straps and cuffs attached to each limb. It looks sturdy, and I can imagine the weight of a person's body straining against it.
He says, "As fun as it was to watch you yesterday through the cameras while I work, I think today it might be fun to have an in-person show." He says, and I can feel the vibrations of his words resonating deep within my chest. He takes a step closer to me, the leash still held loosely in his hand, and I can sense the weight of his gaze upon me.
He gestures to the Saint Andrew's cross, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "Let's get you settled in, shall we?" he says as he leads me to the cross, the leash still held loosely in his hand.
As we approach the cross, I can see the thick straps and cuffs attached to each limb, and I feel a surge of trepidation mixed with curiosity. He stops in front of the cross and turns to face me, his eyes locked on mine. "Hold out your arms," he instructs, his voice firm but gentle.
I hesitate for a moment, my arms trembling slightly as I consider the request. Slowly, I raise my arms, holding them out to the sides as he instructed.
He takes a step closer and lets go of the leash. It gently falls between my cleavage resting on the chain causing the clamps to pull more on my nipples. The change is slight, but in my heightened state, noticable.
His hand reachs out to grasp my wrist. His touch is warm and firm, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body as he wraps the strap around my wrist, securing it with a soft click.
As he secures the strap around my wrist, I feel a subtle tug on my skin, a gentle reminder of the restraint that's being imposed upon me. His fingers brush against mine, sending a shiver down my spine as he adjusts the strap to fit snugly around my wrist. The sound of the click is soft, but it's enough to make me feel a sense of finality, as if I'm being bound to this moment, to this cross, and to him.
He steps back, his eyes roving over me, taking in the sight of my arms stretched out to the sides, my wrists bound to the cross.
"You look beautiful," he says softly, his voice reverberating around the room.
I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. My heart is racing, and I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. I try to speak, but no words come out.
He smiles at me, a predatory smile that sends shivers down my spine. "Don't worry, my toy," he says, his voice low and soothing. "I won't hurt you. I just want to play with you for a while."
He reaches out to stroke my cheek, his touch soft and gentle, but I can sense the tension in his body, the barely contained hunger in his eyes.
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice, but it's caught in my throat. My heart is pounding, my mind racing as I try to process what's happening. I'm bound to a cross, at the mercy of a man I barely know, and yet...there's something about him that draws me in, that makes me want to submit to him.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "You're mine now, toy. And I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."
His warm breath tickles my skin, giving me goosebumps.
He pulls away, his eyes gleaming with a predatory look as he turns and walks towards the desk in the corner of the room. I watch him go, my eyes following the movement of his muscular back and the way his hips sway with each step.
He sits down at the desk, the chair creaking softly under his weight. He pulls out a stack of papers and begins to work, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he types away. The clicking of the keys echoes through the room, mixing with the sound of my own ragged breathing.
I stand there, bound to the cross, my eyes fixed on him as he works.
The feeling of being exposed and vulnerable is both exhilarating and terrifying. I notice the nipple clamps less and less. Only when I move slightly, do they tug at my sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of pain through my body.
He types away, his fingers flying across the keyboard, occasionally taking sips of his coffee. The sound of the keys clicking fills the room, along with the soft sound of my breathing. I try to move, to shift my weight, but the leather straps holding me in place are too tight.
After a while, it becomes monotonous and I forget myself and let out a yawn. Suddenly, he looks up from his work and smiles at me.
"Am I boring you?" he asks.
I shake my head quickly, trying to dispel the thought that I might be bored with him. "No, of course not," I stammer, my voice sounding weak and uncertain.
He chuckles softly. "It's okay," he says, reaching out to stroke my cheek again. "Because I was planning on giving you something to do."
I swallow hard, my heart racing as I try to read his intentions in his eyes. He stands up from his chair, opens his desk drawer, and pulls out a large plug in vibrator and a large roll of medical tape.
He smirks at me, his eyes gleaming with a predatory look as he approaches me with the vibrator.
"What are you planning to do with that?" I ask, my voice trembling with fear and anticipation.
"Well, toy," he says, his voice deep and commanding, "I think it's time you entertained me."
He approaches me, the vibrator in his hand, and I tense up, unsure of what to expect. He tapes the vibrator to my leg so that the end is pressed up against my clit, the cold plastic against my sensitive skin sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasp as he turns on the vibrator and the vibrations already start to build up inside me. He smirks at me, his eyes gleaming with a predatory look as he tapes the vibrator firmly in place. "You're going to give me a show, toy," he says, his voice low and seductive.
"You remember how I explained the biometrics in the collar?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing. "We are going to see how long we can keep you on the edge today."
I nod, my heart racing as I feel the vibrations starting to build up inside me. He walks back to his desk and sits down. The vibrations increase in intensity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I try to focus on what he's doing, but it's impossible. All I can think about is the building pressure between my legs. I glance down, watching as the plug vibrates against my skin, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
The intensity of the vibrations increases, and I feel my body start to tremble with anticipation. I can't believe what he's doing to me, but I have to admit, it's incredibly arousing.
He leans back in his chair, watching me intently. I can feel his gaze on me. I try to meet his eyes, but I can't look away from the vibrator. The pressure builds inside me, becoming almost unbearable.
I bite my lip hard, trying to stifle a moan that threatens to escape my lips. My hips move slightly, grinding against the vibrator, and the sensation of it rubbing against my clit is almost too much to bear. I let out a soft gasp, my body trembling with pleasure.
"Are you enjoying yourself, toy?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "I can see how much you're enjoying it. You're doing so well."
I nod, unable to form any words. The vibrations are becoming more intense, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
My breath hitches, and my body tenses as I feel the familiar sensation building up inside me. I bite my lip, trying to contain the moans that threaten to escape. My hips move involuntarily, grinding against the vibrator, and I can feel the pressure building up inside me. The room seems to spin around me, and all I can focus on is the sensation of the vibrator against my skin.
Suddenly, the vibrations stop, and I let out a soft whimper. He chuckles softly as I gasp for air, my body still trembling with pleasure.
"Well done, toy," he says, standing up from his chair.
He walks over to me, his eyes filled with pride and admiration. "You've been such a good girl for me."
I nod, still trying to catch my breath. The room feels warm and intimate, and I can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.
"How many more times do you think we can edge you?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I think probably ten," he says with a smirk. "What do you think?"
I shake my head no. He smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I think you can handle it," he says. "And I want you to count every time it happens, otherwise it won't count. That was one."
My heart races as I try to process his words. I can feel the tension already building up inside me.
With that, he sits back down, presses a key, and the vibrations start again. I let out a soft gasp as the vibrations intensify, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
True to form, the AI never fails and I am pushed to the brink each and every time. By the time I got to seven, I am a mess and he had to remind me of the count. By nine, he had to do the counting.
On the tenth cycle, he pressed a key and walked over to me. My body was trembling with pleasure, and I could feel the climax building up inside me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're doing so well, toy." His warm breath sent shivers down my spine.
As he pulled back, I felt a sudden rush of warmth spreading through my body. I let out a soft moan, unable to contain the pleasure. He chuckled softly and ran his fingers through my hair. "You're such a good girl for me," he murmured.
I couldn't speak, my mind blanketed by the intense pleasure.
He pulled off the nipple clamps just as I was reaching my peak, and the rush of blood back into my sensitive nipples caused a sharp, stinging pain that made me cry out. My body trembled as the climax rushed through me, the searing pain from the blood returning to my nipples only heightening the sensation.
"Fuck," I gasped, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I had never come so hard before, my mind spinning with the intensity of the pleasure. He watched me with a satisfied smirk, his eyes dark with lust as he took in my expression.
"That's it, toy," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Give yourself to me completely."
He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back gently as he leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue traced the outline of my lips, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel the heat between us, the tension building with every passing second.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my flushed face and heaving chest. "You're mine," he growled, his hand moving down to grip my hip possessively. "And I'm going to make you mine in every way possible."
I couldn't respond, my mind still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm. All I could do was nod, my body already craving more of his touch.
He let me off of the cross and pulled me into a tight embrace, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he held me close. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the softness of his skin against my own. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roamed my body. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh.
He let go, and using two hands steered me back down the hall and to the bedroom. "Rest up," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "We have much to discuss tonight."
And with that, he left me alone in the room again. I stood there for a moment in state of bewilderment. Eventually I was able to pull my self together and fix something to eat and drink, but eventually fell into bed exhausted.
My eyelids grew heavy, and before I knew it, I was asleep.