Page 73 of Bling

Her face brightened in a blush as she let her legs fall open.

“Much better.”

He crossed the small space to stand at her side and stare down at her.

“Tonight, you saw some delightful bondage, but we’re going to play a different kind of bondage game.”

She kept her eyes trained on him as he spoke. “We’re going to play with what I like to call mental bondage.”

“Mental bondage? I’m not sure I’ve heard that term.”

“Instead of me physically tying you down, I’m going to tell you where I want you and you’re going to be a good girl and not move. Even if you can, you’re going to stay right where I put you just as if you were bound there because you want to please me. Stay still and things will be mostly pleasurable for you. Move out of position, and I’ve got some creative ways to punish you, but mostly, you’ll just know that if you move, I’ll be disappointed.”

Her eyes went wide, but she nodded. “Yes Sir. I do want to please you, so I’ll do my best to keep still.”

“Good girl. This will involve a bit of pain, but not a lot. I promise if you just lay there and let me have my way, you’re going to be coming before long. The more I have to ask you to get back into place, though, the harder you’re going to have to work for an orgasm, understood?”

She nodded and he grinned. “Good girl. For now, I want you exactly the way you are. I’ll tell you if I want you to move.”

He watched her breathing slow as she took in deep breaths. An attempt to calm her nerves.

He tugged his toy bag closer to the chase and dropped onto a stool next to it, so he had easier access to her body.

Leaning down, he tugged nipple clamps out of the bag and laid them on Isabelle’s chest between her breasts.

He pinched a nipple lightly between his finger and thumb. Not hard enough to hurt, just a little pressure. Slowly, he increased the pressure until he saw her mouth twist in discomfort. Watching her face gave him an idea of how much he could tighten the clamps he was about to use.

Picking up the clamps, he put the first one in place on the loosest setting before repeating the process on her other nipple.

She remained still, not squirming, just breathing deeply. He twisted the tightening screw on each clamp until he saw the hints of pain in her face. Just enough pressure to be slightly uncomfortable. That discomfort would go away when he focused her attention elsewhere.

He dragged a finger down her abdomen, and she bucked against the chair at his touch.

“Easy, Doll. We’re just getting started,” he murmured.

His hand lingered above her pubic bone but didn’t dip further. A glance between her legs told him she was glistening and ready for his touch. That would be coming soon enough.

He leaned down and pulled another item out of the bag. A spiky pinwheel that if used a certain way could draw blood, but used gently, it would provide an interesting sensation.

She gasped as the spikes touched her upper thigh and her leg twitched. He dragged the wheel up her thigh until it hit the junction of her hip and thigh. She squealed as he tickled her with the device.

He dragged it from her hip across her pubic bone, stopping directly in the middle. He felt her tense as he slowly dragged down instead of across until he came to rest just above her clit. He knew she was waiting for him to drag it across her clit, but he wasn’t going to give her that pleasure just yet. She would have to earn her pleasure tonight.

He pivoted and ran it down the side of her pussy, careful not to put too much pressure and careful not the rub against her clit. She whimpered as he pulled his hand and the device away.

Then he brought it to rest under one breast and this time, put enough pressure that it would sting just a bit but still not break the skin. She gasped and bucked away from him, so he gave the chain between the nipple clamps a sharp tug. “Be still, Isabelle,” he commanded as he dragged it under the underside of her breast.

He let his free hand trail from her knee to her upper thigh, causing her to shudder. The pinwheel moved to the top of her other breast, coming perilously close to her clamped nipple. He continued to torture her with the spikey wheel for several minutes as she tried her best not to writhe beneath his touch. When he was satisfied with the way he’d awakened her body, he stood, pulling something from his bag as he did.

It was a leather flogger with unbelievably soft falls that could pack a punch or feel like a gentle massage. He would aim for somewhere in between the two, focusing on her breasts and thighs.

Her eyes went wide when she saw the flogger. Impact play was not a hard limit for Isabelle, but she’d expressed reservations. The plan was to introduce her to the sensual side of it.

“Just relax and trust me, Doll. I’m going to make you feel good. Close your eyes if it helps.”

She nodded and let her eyes drift shut as he raised the flogger and let it fall gently over her breasts. It would feel more intense because of the nipple clamps pinching at her.

He brought his arm over his head again and swung down, controlling the strike with his other arm. The falls trailed down her abdomen, tickling until they came between her legs. She tried not to squirm as he let the strands of the flogger dangle across her slick folds, just barely tickling her. Without warning, he brought the flogger back up and popped it down on her thighs, harder than he’d done on her breasts.

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