A few minutes past and he suddenly returned and chuckled at the site of her and the knowledge of what was to come. He first moved around behind her and drew her arms together, palm-to-palm. He bound her wrists together and she found she could not move them in the slightest. He laughed again at his work and moved up her arms, binding them again below the elbows and pulling them together. The strain was both wonderful and painful, but he continued his work quickly and bound again above her elbows. Her arms we securely lashed together and she found she could not move them at all. The pose made her back arch and her breasts rise up and out, adding to the existing fullness. "Mmmmm..." he purred in her ear as her back arched. "I love how your breasts rise to the occasion." He then placed cold, hard, metal bands tightly around each ankle. He pulled each leg outward until she stood very widely spread and very delicately balanced with her chin high in the air. She could not move against the cuffs at all and the chains held her firmly in place. Next, she felt him caress her lips with his fingers and play with them until she opened her mouth to receive them. Instead, a sudden ball of firm rubber pushed solidly into place. The gag felt huge in her mouth and she instinctively tried to push it out with her tongue, but already he had wrapped the smooth leather bands around her head and tightened them securely into place. She suppressed a gag and tried to settle her mouth around this huge violator. She cried out, but all that emerged was a slight whimper. The gag prevented anything further.
He took a step back and she stood there alone and so very vulnerable. Her legs spread wide, her arms bound tightly behind her, the ball gag filling her mouth, the collar holding her chin firmly up towards the ceiling, and all the while, the blindfold shutting out any view of what was to come. Her body quivered and grew hot under the tight confinement. She ached to be touched and the minutes dragged on as she heard his heavy footsteps circle her over and over. "Mmm...I want to savor every inch of this exquisite body," he said as he walked. "So perfect, so pure, and so smooth."
His hand suddenly reached out and rubbed softly against her right nipple, then her left. Aroused before, this new touch sent her body shivering with expectation. With both hands at once, she felt him roll and twist her nipples slowly at first and then more and more roughly with his fingertips. She tried to moan or cry, but again the gag diluted it to a muffled whimper. "You like that my pet?" he asked as he grabbed them especially tight and pinched them hard in his hands. The pain of it shocked her and she continued her whimpers. "Good...I love these firm tits of yours." He continued to twist them and then began to pull firmly against them. Her breasts stretched with the force and she mummered some more. Suddenly he stopped and she found that while she was thankful for the release from the pain, she missed the touch. Again, he walked around her for long minutes and she found herself yearning to be touched and under his hand. A small clink of metal was all the warning she had when suddenly she felt an even sharper bite of cool metal on her right nipple. This time, she could not stop the cry that bubbled up from her throat, but it died mostly unheard, muffled by her gag. She bit down hard against the smooth plastic and her eyes watered. The metal clamp tightened even more against her nipple. Her mind swooned and then shocked back to reality when again the bite hit her other nipple. Again he tightened it until her breasts were afire with pain. She tried to fight against her bonds, but it was truly useless. She could barely squirm, so secure was she in place and so tightly bound. Panic rose in her throat and she tried again to cry out. She shook and shuddered and then ever so slowly, she calmed down and the fire in her breasts turned to fire in her womanhood. The sting and pinch now felt good and she again longed for more. She realized he had not touched her this whole time but now whispered into her ear, "Mmm..you like that now, don't you? It feels so good that you want more? You'd beg, but you can't speak. You'd grovel, but you can't move. And I am so close, you can feel me." He was right. He was so very right. She'd give anything for him to touch her again and the pain in her breasts and the confinement of her bondage only heightened that need.
He pulled on the chains dangling from her nipples, and again the pain hit her like a wildfire. He tugged again and again, fast then slow and each time a new shock ran through her body. She wanted to cry and scream, she wanted to him to stop and she wanted more, but overall, she grew even hotter and wetter until she longed for him to touch her deeper. He stopped tugging, but did something with the chains until he let them go and they pulled on her with renewed force. Weight had been added and it compounded the pull and pinch to a constant burn. He reached up and touched her face softly, caressing her check and whipping away the tears that had fallen in the exchange. "No tears, this is for fun my pet."