Summer, with treats

She's so ready.

My fingers snap away from the clamp, her body twitches as the chain tinkles onto her breasts; the pvc makes that delicious crackling sound as it arches up with her, slave and plastic fully together for me, moving exactly as I wish them to; she's mewling as the crocodile clip slowly takes possession of her flesh. I can't resist a smile at how well she knows how to behave for me. Her mouth alternating smile and grimace, her body twitching all its length. Grimacing, both in pain and with the effort to hold her climax in check. I'm so pleased with how well my slut's training has paid off. The cunt's good.

Her legs part wide enough for me to see how full her pussy is, how wet for me, how much mine it is too. And she's so disciplined with herself, so understanding of my control over her, how much things work better for her when she lets me decide the pleasure she'll take. A clever fucker, that's my slave. All she needs from me is a glance to know how much I'd disapprove of her impatience so she holds back, muscles the length of her body hardening as she forces herself to back down from her pleasure.

How to reward her for her efforts?

I'll think we'll start with some saliva and I lean over her carefully writhing body, slowly rolling the spit in my mouth as I hover over her one free nipple. The leanest trace of a smile between us: agreed, I'm taking her to the next stage. A slow, fat bead of my fluid reaches down to the slut-teat, rolling away over the breast to her belly. Reaching down, I clamp her nipple between my teeth, just hard enough to pull it upwards, not much I know, but the pain's just enough to pull her to the edge of orgasm. Looks like it's time for the other clip: she's moving in slow motion, silently begging me for more. And the woman's going to get it, too...

Whispering in her ear "time for you to feel some more metal, no?" The silent figure only gazes at me, her eyes watering with the happiness of being with her Master. Good. It's only right that she should be so appreciative of me. So to the other clamp, how to tease? Holding it half open, dragging the teeth along her teat, watching them clutch at her, watching her gaze clutch at them as I work the clamp open and shut, slowly, peacefully: crushed pink, popping pink button; squeezed red, keen red dot; crinkled purple, juicing cunt. She's started making plaintive noises too, small testaments to the roiling delight she must be feeling by now. I'll admit, I do find it very, very arousing.

Time to stop teasing, and let her take the full measure of discomfort she seeks, so the clamp goes on; she's all clamped up now as her mind drinks in the sensations she knows only I can bring her. I pause to contemplate my work: her belly working in and out, skin glossy with her sweat. I have to restain the impulse to lick her from head to foot, her perfume is so alluring: scent-cunt, fuck-cunt.

"Is that insufficient?"
"Master?"
"I'm not sure you're feeling as much as you should be"
"Please, Master, give me more, take me out of myself"

Sternly holding her gaze, I pull the chain down toward her belly, nipples and breasts distending in the direction of my will, pulling pink and white with the unnatural blood flow as my slave's heart flows out to me. Now pulling together, now dragging one nipple at a time. Sometimes easing the chain taut, then tugging it hard enough to make her gasp. Or pulling the chains round a full circle, observing my slave's breasts as they pull into shapes and colours nature never imagined. How I love to feel her flesh resist my desires for her, to feel the chain as it gets tighter and tighter, how marvellous it is to witness her carnal ambitions.

"You're performing well today"
"Thank you, Master."
"I'm impressed with your self-discipline"
"Yes, master."
"And it's so hot today, too. I do think it's time for some refreshment"
"Master?"

And I reach down to pick up her treat.