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He would have Ellen model some of the outfits later. She would look hot in a little frilly maid getup and stiletto heels as she cleaned the cabin. Perhaps he would dress her in a tight corset and leather slave hood. He briefly entertained the idea of putting her in something sexy before taking her down to town but dismissed the idea. He had other plans.
When she entered the room a few minutes later, Damon couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked in nothing but a pair of thick pink socks. She had pulled her hair from its high ponytail and now it hung in a rich, shiny curtain around her face. As he let his gaze travel lazily over her curvaceous body, he had an idea.
“You need nipple jewelry for the trip. Go into the side outer pocket of my gear bag and bring me the alligator clips.”
Her eyes widened slightly but she only nodded and headed to the playroom. She returned a moment later, the nipple clamps in hand. Without taking them from her, Damon gripped both her nipples and rolled them between his fingers until they stiffened into hard little buds.
Then he held out his hand so she could drop the clamps onto his open palm. He screwed the alligator clips into place at the base of each nipple until she winced with pain. Then he loosened them until they were just tight enough to stay put.
“If we were staying home, I’d use the clover clamps for maximum erotic pain,” he explained as he gave the chain between the clamps a light tug to test their grip. “But we could only safely leave those on for ten or fifteen minutes. I want these to remain in place for longer.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
Using the chain that dangled between her breasts, he led Ellen toward the front door. Dropping the chain, he reached for her coat. As he helped her into it, he said, “Leave it unbuttoned.”
While she sat to put on her sneakers, Damon grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. Taking his key fob from his inner pocket, he said, “Let’s go.”
The winter sun had slipped behind the mountain, casting long blue shadows over the snow. The air was crisp and fresh after the cozy heat of the cabin. Ellen held her coat closed with one hand as they stepped outside.
Damon unlocked the doors of the Audi with his fob as they moved toward it. He opened the passenger door and gestured for Ellen to enter.
As she slid onto the seat, he directed, “Slide your hands under your thighs and keep them there until I say otherwise.”
Once she had obeyed, he leaned over her to buckle her seatbelt. He adjusted her coat so it was fully open, revealing her lovely body. Goose bumps had risen over her bare legs and her clamped nipples were a dark cherry red.
“Scoot forward a little and spread your legs wide,” he commanded, his cock stiffening at the pretty sight. “I want full access to my property.”
Closing her door, he hurried around to the driver’s seat and climbed in. He started the car and turned up the heat. Ellen looked sexy as hell, back arched and legs spread wide, her hands hidden beneath her thighs. The chain between her breasts swung gently as he backed down the small driveway to the dirt road that fronted the property. He drove back up to the big house to connect with the main road that led out of the compound.
The transponder on the dash was apparently working, as the tall gates slid slowly inward. As they headed out of the compound, Master Damon glanced again toward Ellen. Her nipples had probably numbed in their confines. Reaching out, he lifted the chain and pressed it to her lips.
“Hold the chain in your mouth until otherwise directed.”
She parted her lips and bit down on the cold links. Her nipples were pulled upward by the tension on the chain. She blinked rapidly, the only indication of her erotic suffering.
Pleased, he reached between her legs as he drove slowly down the mountain. “Good girl,” he chuckled as he slid a finger inside her. “I like that you’re always wet for me. Such a dirty little slut.”
She was breathing audibly, the clamp chain still caught between her teeth.
“You may drop the chain,” he said, his finger still buried inside her.
She immediately opened her mouth, letting the chain fall. A line of drool rolled down her chin in the process. Properly trained sub that she was, she didn’t try to wipe it away.
He rubbed his palm over her cunt as he continued to finger-fuck her. He had to withdraw his hand after a while to safely handle a twisty curve in the road. Before placing his second hand on the wheel, however, he drew his wet finger under her nose, and then under his own.
“I love the smell of wet cunt,” he said, glancing at her face. “They should make a perfume—eau de cunt.”
His docile, obedient slave girl actually rolled her eyes, a small smirk lifting the edges of her mouth.
Damon guffawed with startled amusement at her sassiness. “Watch it, slave,” he said with mock severity. “Smirking and eye rolling are definitely grounds for punishment.”
Her right hand flew to her mouth. “Oh,” she cried. “I’m sorry, Sir—”
“I’m just teasing,” he interjected, still grinning. “I actually deserved that.” Sobering, he added, “But you did just move out of position without permission, young lady. That is grounds for punishment. Once we’re down the mountain, I’ll see to it.”
With another small gasp, she quickly slid her hand back under her thigh. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, looking properly chastised.
They rode along in silence for a while, Damon focused on the winding road, Ellen no doubt worrying about what her punishment might entail. By the time they got down the mountain, the sun had fully set, evening arrived.
