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Apparently, he was using two sets of clamps, because he pulled the chains taut and clipped the second clamp of each to the sides of the cage. Her labia were painfully stretched as a result. The slightest shift of her knees reminded her to stay still. Tears sprang to her eyes as she struggled to accommodate the tugging pressure on her sex.
But he wasn’t done yet. A moment later, Master Ryan reappeared in front of her. Reaching through the bars, he clamped each of her nipples in turn, again using two separate pairs of clamps. Once in place, he secured each second clamp to a bar on the side of the cage, creating nearly unbearable pressure at her tortured nipples.
Fuck, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Abbie groaned against her gag as she struggled to process the pain. A single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. If Master Ryan noticed, he gave no indication.
Abbie’s natural inclination was to go into a yoga meditation, leaving the pain and the embarrassment of her uncontrolled drooling on this earthly plane, while she rose high above it. But his words still echoed in her mind: “You follow my rules and you obey me to the letter. I want you to take this time to really think about that.”
She made the conscious decision to stay in the cage, mentally as well as physically. Opening her eyes, she let her thoughts roam.
Her mind drifted back to earlier that morning on the deck—to the awesome, sexy way he’d had her hold her happy baby yoga pose while he fucked her. He’d been like a Greek god planked over her, muscles rippling as he pummeled her to ecstasy. And then he’d cradled her against him, helping her to make herself come in front of him—to succeed for the first time at something she’d never believed possible.
She was distracted from her musings by her present situation. The pain at her nipples and labia had settled into a dull throb, and saliva puddled on the floor in front of the cage. Her arms and legs were growing tired in her cramped, awkward position. How long would her punishment last?
Granted, it would have been easier to be lying in his arms at that moment, still snuggled together in bed. Or out walking along the shore, hand in hand. But she had earned this punishment with her thoughtlessness. Master Ryan cared enough for her to make sure she understood and accepted the consequences of her actions.
She honestly hadn’t meant to deceive him by slipping away before he woke. Focused on her need to practice her art, she’d forgotten, if just for those few moments, one of the core features of a total power exchange—she was to take no action, however small, without his express permission.
This kind of abdication was the most challenging thing she’d ever taken on, but also the most rewarding. It definitely took some getting used to, having to get permission to do such basic things as use the toilet or get a drink of water. A vanilla person would no doubt find it prohibitively controlling to have someone else decide when or even if she was permitted to come.
But it thrilled Abbie on a molecular level—most especially because Master Ryan was the one in control. Being used, marked, controlled, directed and owned suited her, cosseting her soul the way rope and leather cosseted her body. It made her feel beautiful, desired and alive.
It was intensely satisfying to give herself over to another—to her Master—to Master Ryan. Their total power exchange went beyond love. It was love on steroids. It was love times infinity, because there were no limits, no boundaries between them. At the same time it was hard—the hardest thing she’d ever done in her life. It was exhausting and sometimes scary. She had fucked up more than once, and no doubt would do so again. And Master Ryan would be right there to make sure she suffered the consequences. Then he would take her in his arms once again, the slate wiped clean.
Is this what you really want, Abbie? Is this where you want to be? On your hands and knees in Master Ryan’s punishment cage, your nipples and cunt clamped, a ball gag in your mouth, a butt plug up your ass? Is this something you can handle, not just for a week, but for as long as Master Ryan will allow you to serve him?
Yes.
A thousand times yes.
Chapter 10
The days were leaping by too quickly, and with each passing hour, Abbie slipped more deeply into a slave mentality, her every thought and desire focused on Master Ryan. She had never been happier or more at peace. She lived completely in the moment, content to serve at her Master’s whim, and deeply satisfied with his stern but loving attention.
