Page 133 of Her Sloth

“You can’t wait for me to take you, huh?” I ask her, and a devilish grin appears on her face.

I trail down between her legs, just briefly, and give her pussy a small slap.

She gasps and bends into the chains.

“Mhhhhhhm,” I breathe out. “You’re such a good pet.”

I love how reactive she is with whatever I do.

I walk over to another cabinet and take a cloth from it. I roll it up and bind it around her eyes.

Then, I take a step back, taking in my piece of art.

The view alone turns me on beyond.

I take my time so she can settle in and get into the space. Only when she stops shifting do I walk to a tool drawer and get several spring clamps.

I return to her and throw them on the ground. She flinches.

I kneel in front of her and start massaging her breasts, lick them, and nibble on them until her nipples turn hard. I twist them slightly; she gasps out.

Only then do I take one of the spring clamps and clamp her nipple.

“URGH!” she shouts out and bends forward into the chains. “Fuck!”

“Yeah,” I say and rub her pussy with my hand to distract her from the immediate pain. “The worst pain isn’t the attaching,” I tell her. “It’s the release.”

Her pussy is so wet that I have to slide my finger into her, just a few times, and then lick her juices off.

“You taste so fucking good,” I say and kiss her with my tongue so she gets a taste of her own juices.

Then, I grasp a second clamp, repeat what I did with the second breast, and clamp it around her nipple.

She gasps again and breathes through the pain.

But I am not done yet.

I glide with two fingers over her labia, spank her pussy for a moment until she rolls her hips, and then I attach another clamp on both sides of her labia

She groans and bends heavily, which causes my own core to burn in anticipation for what is coming.

Her breathing gets slightly erratic—the more she moves, the worse the pain will get.

“You are doing so well, pet,” I tell her to bring her back into focus. “So well.”

She settles in her movement. Meanwhile I get the strap on and three dildos I got extra for the occasion after the heated talk we had in L.A. a year ago⁠—

“Open your mouth,” I order her. “You’ll tell me which size.”

I slide the first dildo, the smallest, into her mouth.

Then the second, a standard size.

And the third, that’s so big it barely fits in, from girth and definitely not from length.

“The last,” she says, and the moment she does, my core flutters; I need her. I need to feel her now, because she is so perfect, I don’t even have words. When we figured out the dynamics between us, I thought she’d challenge me every time, but I grew into my role leading her, and since then—damn. She’s making me lose my mind in the best possible way.

“You’ll get a reward for that choice after I’m done with you, my perfect pet,” I whisper in her ear as I kiss her neck. It takes all my control to continue with my plan and not just lick her into oblivion.