The Barn

I then moved my mouth to her other nipple as I simultaneously reached my hand round behind her and pulled her towards me. I devoured her nipple, sucking and biting it hard.

“Oh yes Master! That’s good” she said breathlessly.

With my hand on her back I could feel how her body responded to my mouth on her nipple. The harder I sucked or bit it, the more her back would arch. When I pulled my mouth off her nipple to draw cold air over it she’d relax slightly and then as I closed my lips round her nipple again I could feel her tense in anticipation of what I would do next. I teased and played with her nipple. I enjoyed the control I had over her and the effect I could have on her with even the smallest of touches. While I did this I ran my hand down her back and squeezed her ass.

After a couple of minutes of teasing her nipples I let go of her and stepped back. She looked up at me and took a few deep breaths.

I looked her up and down. “How do your wrists feel?”

“A little sore, Master.”

“I have one more thing I want to do before I let you down.”

“Yes Master” she said with a slightly relieved smile as I walked round behind her. I placed both my hands on either side of her waist and then ran them down to her hips, sliding them down until they were covering the sides of her panties. I curled my fingers and thumb around the material and then yanked her panties down over her hips and bum.

“Oh! Master!”

I kept pushing her panties down her thighs and I was pleased when she wiggled her legs a little to help her panties fall to the floor at her feet. I bent down, picked her panties and placed them on the table, noting how wet the material was on the crotch. I then dragged my fingertips up the back of her thighs and over her bum before I walked round her to the post holding the block and tackle rope. I released the rope and let the hook lower a little until her feet were on the ground, easing the tension in her arms. However I kept the hook high enough above her head so she couldn’t easily unhook her wrists without standing on her tiptoes, something I trusted she wouldn’t do.

After securing the rope to the post once more I looked at her totally naked body. I was pleased to see she had no hair on her groin, and I could see the smooth skin as it disappeared into the V at the top of her thighs. I took a step forward and placed the palm of my right hand on her abdomen. I leant in close to her. “How does this make you feel slave? Being naked and restrained like this?”

“Exposed, vulnerable, nervous… slightly scared… but also excited, Master.”

I slid the hand on her abdomen further down until my fingertips brushed the top of her thighs. “How about now?”

“A little more excited now Master.”

I pushed my middle finger between her thighs and pressed it gently against the edge of the hood covering her clit. I held it there for a second or two before I pushed it further in and pressed down on her clit. In response to this she twisted her head to look at me with small smile.

I could feel how wet she already was as I ran my finger in a circular motion over her clit pressing against it with varying pressure. As I did this I ran my left hand down her back and took hold of her bum cheek. I squeezed this in time with the rhythm of my finger massaging her clit.

As I continued to play with her clit and squeezing her bum her breathing got heavier. I listened closely to the sound of her breathing and moaning until her breathing became shorter and I could sense she was getting close. She stared at me her eyes pleading with me.

“Please don’t stop Master,” She gasped.

I increased the pressure on her clit and gave her bum a few small smacks.

As I did this she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. “Ohhhh…”

I could feel the wave rise in her before it crashed over her. She arched her back and her body shuddered.

“Oh….FUCK…” she screamed. “Yes, yes… Oh. My. God.”

I kept my finger on her clit and my hand squeezing her bum as she writhed against me. I could sense she was going to cum again and I kept playing with her until she did.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” she said breathlessly looking at me with her eyes wide. “Please Master stop… feels good… but too much… please…”

I pulled my hands off her, took a step back and looked at her. She’d dropped her head slightly forward her eyes closed and she was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with every breath. After a moment or two she opened her eyes and looked at me with a smile.

I gave her a stern look. “What did I tell you earlier about your collar and me owning you slave?”

She looked confused. “That the collar means you own me Master?”

“Yes that’s right. I OWN YOU. All of you. Did I give you permission to cum?”

Her smile disappeared. She lowered her head and looked at the floor. “No Master.”

“You’re mine, slave. You don’t do anything without my permission. That includes cumming.”

“Yes Master,” she said sheepishly.

I placed my index finger under her chin and raised her head so she could look at me. “Now I’m going to have to punish you,” I said with a sigh, giving her the impression it was something I was reluctant to do, when in truth I was looking forward to it.

Her eyes widened. “Yes Master.”

I took a small table from the side of the barn, placed it in front of her and then went to the small suitcase I’d left next to the couch. I lifted the suitcase onto the couch and after opening it I spent a few seconds deciding on what to take from it. I picked out a few things, closed the suitcase and returned to the table.

She looked at me nervously as I put a black leather flogger, a brown leather strap, a straight bit gag, a few wooden clothespins and small red rubber ball on the table. I spent some time arranging them neatly, not because I needed to, but because I wanted to draw this moment out. I wanted her to look at each of the items and imagine what they would do to her. I wanted her apprehension to build. I get as much joy from controlling someone mentally as I do from controlling them physically. By the look on her face I could tell allowing her time to see the things on the table and letting her imagination run wild was having the desired effect. She was nervously gnawing that the corner of her mouth with her teeth.

I finally picked up one of the clothespins and opened and closed it between my thumb and index finger. “If you are going to be my slave, you’re going to need to learn to please and obey me. Is that clear?”

“Yes Master.”

“And when you don’t please or obey me I will use the things you see on this table and other things I have,” I gestured towards the suitcase, “to punish you.”

She glanced at the suitcase then looked at me. “Yes Master.”

I put the clothespin back on the table and picked the small rubber ball off the table. “Now I’m going to gagged you, so you might find it difficult to say your safe word.” I showed her the ball. “So, we will use this instead.” I dropped the ball. As it bounced on the floor it made a loud electronic beep. I picked up the ball, reached up and placed it in her right hand. “If you want me to stop, drop the ball. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good” I picked up the gag and walked behind her. I moved her hair out of the way, and I draped the gag over her left shoulder so you could feel the weight of it against her skin. I then slowly reached round with my right and took hold of the other end of the gag and drew it up towards her mouth. “Open your mouth.”

As she opened her mouth I positioned the gag and pulled it towards me, so the bar dragged the corners of her mouth back and the gag was seated between her teeth. I closed the buckle against the back of her neck.

I moved to the table again and picked up a couple of clothespins. She had a worried look as I stepped towards her, and she looked down as I took one of the clothespins, opened it and then closed it over some of the soft skin under her left breast. I gently flicked the pin to make sure it wouldn’t fall off, then I attached the other pin about an inch away from the first one. Again I flicked it to make sure it wouldn’t fall off. I turned around and picked up another couple of pins and attached these to the skin on the top her left breast, each time giving them a little flick to make sure they were securely attached.

I repeated the process with her right breast, attaching two pins to the underside and two to the topside, again flicking each one to make sure it wouldn’t fall off.

Finally, I picked the last two clothespins off the table and held them in my left hand so she could see them as I brushed my right thumb over her the nipple of her left breast. I gave her a broad smile. “I’m sure you can guess where these are going.”

“Yuh Mutter,” she mumbled through the gag.

I pinched her left nipple slightly and then attached one of the pins. I then switched to her other nipple and after pinching it I attached the final pin. I flicked both of the pins on her nipples to make sure they were securely attached and then a flicked them once more. As I did this I heard her give a little anguished moan.

I then picked up the flogger from the table. It had nine long strands of thin leather attached to a black leather handle. I swished it back and forth gently with my right hand and then made sure she was looking as I dragged the strands through my left hand before I tapped the handle against my leg, the strands slapping gently against my trousers.