Rimordra - Rough Beginning Draft
The chains were as ice against her flesh, raising tiny bumps along her bare arms and legs. Her nipples were hard little stones, as if they were yet even larger goose bumps themselves. She had long since stopped struggling in her restraints for every movement seemed to inspire the unforgiving links to pinch the exposed and vulnerable flesh of her stomach, breasts and thighs. Despite being forced spread eagle by the cuffs clamped about her wrists and ankles, the Master had found it more aesthetically pleasing to have the cold iron chains coiled about her body, fastening her even more firmly to the wall.
She had been there for what must have been hours, for she had quickly lost count of time with the incessant torment her body was subject to. A sheen of sweat covered her pale skin, and like dew drops, glistened at her hair line, darkening her corn silk tresses. Although exhaustion was looming threateningly in the corner of her mind, creeping steadily to take over her conscious, she could not sleep. Neither could she bow her head to rest it for a moment, for a thick band of metal encased her throat, keeping her head raised and against the wall. She could however, and did, let her eyelids droop for her eyes felt swollen and sore from crying earlier, when this all began. Try as she might though, she could not ignore the knot of tension in her abdomen, stroked so tight by the vibrator held within her sex by a leather chastity belt that any moment she felt would bring her release. But a climax never came, for the vibrations came at a steady rhythm, unable to ignore, but not varying enough to bring her pleasure to a crescendo. Instead, all she could do was lament the taunting stimulation and feel her wetness gathering into a pool behind the toy, drops seeping out ever so slowly to trickle down her parted inner thighs.
Throughout the hour she was left there to suffer, chained naked to the stone wall, she intermittently made attempts to ease her torment by bucking her hips and force a climax. However, the cruel embrace of the chains, and the realization that she was bruising her already sore flanks by slapping it into the stones behind her, would quell her desires in moments. Aside from that, she was afraid. Of him. The man for whom she was waiting. The man who decreed himself her Master.
This new breed of punishment had begun what must have been at least an hour ago when the Master inserted the slender vibrator roughly inside her. It was not thick enough to fill her, which would later add to her frustration for its presence was meant not to sate her, but merely tease her. Once it was within her, the Master rocked it in and out twice before buckling on the chastity belt that would ensure it remained buried within her folds, continually harassing her with its throbbing presence. She had never felt anything moving inside her like that, jittering and bumping against the sensitive walls of her canal. It had startled her and she began wriggling her hips, wanting the vibrator out of her even as the Master was fastening the buckles about her waist.
After he had finished, he straightened up and grabbed her right breast, squeezing it vicious in his fist until she cried out in pain. And then he struck her across her face, leaving a streak of hot, tingling skin. When she opened her eyes a moment later, breathing hard from the pain he subjected her to, as well as the strange pleasure building steadily in her loins, she found his thick digit pointing in her face.
“That was for the most unhelpful writhing,” he scolded her, tapping her on the nose as he would a dog. And then he left her with a final command, “Do not relieve yourself, not even once.”