Page 167 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

You let me rest for as long as I need to, stroking my hair and cradling me close.

When I shift a little in your arms you tilt my face up and kiss me gently on the lips. “I love you.”

I smile and snuggle close. “I love you too, Sir.”

You shift me on your lap so you can reach into your pocket for the key to the chastity belt. “Let’s take this off.”

You unlock the belt and I stand so you can remove it. You pull me back onto your lap. “Now, let’s see.”

You part my legs and stroke my pussy gently. I take a shaky breath. I can feel your erection pressing against my thigh. “Mmmm, you are wet, aren't you? I think we should take care of that. Come to bed, Abby. Oh, and disobey me like that again and you won't come for a week.”

“Yes, Master.”

Chapter Three

Breathless

"Don't move, Abby."

I feel your weight shift and move off the bed, hear your footsteps padding across the room, then a drawer opening and closing, metal on metal, something rustling...

I feel so alive, my body tingling with a heady mix of nerves and excitement as I wonder what will happen this time. I want so much to raise my head, to look across at you and see what is making that noise.

I could move. There is nothing to keep me there. No rope, no chains. Nothing except my submission to you, my wish to please you, holding me there as securely as any restraint. Well, that and the burning sensation across the cheeks of my bottom from the caning you’ve just given me. I really don’t want to provoke another punishment like that, so I lie still and watch the late evening sunlight slant across the ceiling, holding onto that picture in my mind and trying not to think about what is to come.

A cooling breeze drifts over my bare skin, and I feel my nipples harden. Despite my attempts to stay calm, a recent memory bursts into my head... your fingers pinching and twisting my nipples, making me writhe and squirm against the pain. I take a quick, unsteady breath, having to force myself to stay in place.

The noise comes again, closer now. Definitely metal on metal. And something else.

I swallow hard as anticipation and imagination take flight, providing me with more thoughts than I wish for of what you might be about to do, though I know I will find out soon enough.

I jump as you put something down on the bedside cabinet. You sit next to me and take my hand, stroking my palm gently with the tip of your thumb. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"

I look up at you and open my mouth to speak but no sound comes out. You smile, watching me. "Well?" Your hand drifts across the curve of my hip.

I moisten my lips and manage, "No, Sir."

"Would you like me to tell you?"

I don't know what to say. Not knowing is bad enough, but knowing what is coming, waiting for every last thing... I don't know which is worse.

"Too late," you say, your smile deepening. "So, this is what's going to happen to you. I'm going to spread your legs and tie them in place, leaving you all exposed, just like I did last weekend. Then I'm going to tease you. My fingers could wander anywhere and there'll be nothing, nothing at all, that you can do.”

My eyes widen and I can't stop a rush of excitement and trepidation. I know I won't be able to close my legs or protect myself and I only just stop myself from squirming at the thought. I am already so aroused. How could I not be after the last few days? I say a fervent prayer that this time I can hold on.

“It turns you on, doesn't it?" you say. "The idea of being defenceless and exposed."

"Yes," I whisper.

"Doesn't it?" You grab my nipple and twist it hard.

I yelp. "Yes, Sir. Yes, it does."

"Good girl."

You release my nipple, for now. “I hope I don’t have to tell you again that you are not allowed to come without permission.”

“No, Sir.”

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