Page 13 of Delicious Surrender

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Page 13 of Delicious Surrender

“Put your arms above your head.”

Brynne complied at once.

Patricia buckled leather cuffs tightly onto each of her wrists, then pulled a chain down from the ceiling and hooked it through rings on the cuffs. She stepped away from Brynne to press a button on the wall, and the chain above her head pulled Brynne’s handcuffs upward with a soft whirring sound. The machine slowly dragged Brynne up until she was perched on her tiptoes. She exhaled in relief when it lowered slightly so her heels were back on the floor.

Mistress Patricia took her time and explored her captive body, dragging the wide leather tongue of the crop down the sensitive skin of her upper arm. Brynne shook as it tickled her under the arm. Next, Patricia scraped it across the tops of her breasts and then slowly back and forth over her sensitive nipples, causing them to strain against the satin of her bra. Brynne unconsciously tried to maneuver it into contact again and received a sharp, stinging smack on her tender skin.

“Ow!” That shocked her out of her dream state.

“Oh sweetie, that was nothing,” Patricia scolded. She pulled the cups of her bra down and tucked the material underneath, making Brynne’s breasts jut out.

A moment later, she felt the blindfold being tied snugly behind her head. The air left her lungs, and she whimpered in helpless arousal.

She felt Patricia standing close. Warm breath was on her cheek, then she felt her tongue trail along her lower lip. “Such a pretty little mouth you have, Brynne. It doesn’t look big enough to take a cock, but we both know it can.”

Brynne gasped and closed her mouth, feeling self-conscious.

“Perhaps I should have you demonstrate your skills on my strap-on?”

A hand tightened in her hair, pulling Brynne’s head back. Patricia nibbled on her bottom lip, then she kissed her—tentatively at first and then more hungrily. It was a sensual assault, and Brynne’s body swayed toward her. Their tongues entwined, and Brynne couldn’t get enough. It was soft, so different from kissing a man. When Patricia stepped back, she moaned her dismay.

“I’ve looked carefully at your limits list, and I’m pleased to see you are willing to push the envelope a little. It will be my pleasure to oblige.”

Brynne heard her moving around behind her. The sound of a little bell made her pussy react with a gush of wet heat. Patricia placed the bell in her left hand. “Hold on tight to it, pet. If you want me to stop, all you need to do is drop it.”

She gripped the little bell hard. “Yes, Mistress.”

Brynne felt cuffs being fastened to her ankles, then her legs were nudged apart. She heard the cuffs being attached torings embedded in the floor. Patricia was behind her again, and Brynne shivered in anticipation. She played with her breasts, squeezing and pinching her overly sensitive nipples until Brynne gasped.

“I believe the instructions you received from my assistant were clear on what to wear. Any lingerie was at risk of being damaged.”

Brynne bit her lip to stop herself from answering. Patricia sounded annoyed, causing anxiety to roil in the pit of her stomach.

“I can tell this is expensive, so rather than cutting it off, I will punish you instead.” She unfastened her bra and pulled it roughly over her head and out of the way.

“Thank you, Mistress. I’m very sorry. I wanted to look sexy for you.”

“I’ll tell you what I find sexy, pet. You getting wet for me. Whether it’s your tears, your puss, or maybe just saliva dripping out of your gagged mouth.”

Brynne was stunned when Patricia forced her mouth open and pushed a hard ball past her lips. It was swiftly buckled behind her head, tight enough that she couldn’t dislodge it. She fought to keep from freaking out and wrapped her fingers tightly around the bell. She was trembling in reaction until Patricia twisted her nipples hard enough to make her whine loudly into the gag.

“Now, I’m going to make you a pretty rope harness. I want to see these voluptuous breasts bound, so they stand out for punishment. I’m so glad you ticked that box.”

Patricia wound several cords around her back and chest, above and below her breasts, compressing the flesh between. The rough strands tightened around Brynne’s sensitive skin, and she worked to calm her breathing.I’m not going to drop the bell, she told herself, but it sounded more like a command of desperation.

She tied the two bands together, so Brynne’s breasts swelled and stood out. Brynne was stunned at how sensitive and full they felt, and it sent a surge of sensation to her core. Her desire was outweighing her anxiety. She felt rope being wound around her hips several times, and then Patricia explained she was using a few well-placed knots to increase her pleasure. The sensual timbre of her voice increased Brynne’s excitement. Strangely, she also realized that she felt safe.

When Patricia pulled the ropes taut between her legs, she positioned them directly over her pulsing clit. The diabolical knots pressed her soaked panties tightly against both her openings. She moaned into the gag; secretly glad she couldn’t plead for release. Adding to her turmoil was the realization that saliva was dripping down her chin and onto her bound breasts.

“What a delicious sight you are.” Patricia’s soft hands glided like a whisper over her, caressing her breasts, her stomach, and the curve of her ass.

Brynne pushed her ass out in a blatant offering. She was aware of the consequences of what she was doing, and Mistress Patricia didn’t disappoint.

“Somebody is trying to top from below,” she said as she pulled her panties up, roughly tucking the material under the rope, baring her ass completely. “Seems I’ve been too soft with you and need to take corrective measures. You were impatienton Saturday, you wore lingerie that I had to make allowances for, and you have tried todirectmy attention, instead of being attuned to what your Mistress wants from you.”

Brynne heard clinking behind her where various implements hung. She tried to say “I’m sorry” but it was inaudible. Heels clicked ominously closer and stopped behind her.

“I’m going to give you four strikes for each one of those misdemeanors. Twelve in total.”




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