EXTRACT FOR
FORBIDDEN TABOO
(Kim Hardwick)

Leaving me standing, supported by the wrist spreader, with the soles of my feet only inches from the floor, he untied my corset and flung it to the side of the bed.  I was now naked but for my stockings, and leather collar.  I could tell by his hungry look that he would ravage my pussy later on.  I am glad he ravages me when I am fertile.  Even though I am slightly past my prime, Master still does his best to take advantage of my fertile state.

Master started to work quickly.  Not so swiftly that he forgets to dispense his love to other, often neglect parts of my body; such as the triceps to my arms.  On these he clips on heavy duty wooden clothes pins.  And for good measure, he adds a tied up packet of marbles to the chain connecting my nipples.  More weight for my poor nipples. 

Master often ad-libs routines, both to avoid boredom and also to excite the two of us.  He knows how aroused I get with the possibility of new pain being introduced.  I'm a pain whore.  He also gets turned on by the look in my eyes.  Or so he tells me.  He says I have this vacant look just before he 'lays the lumber' on me.  This so called look lets him know when I am ready to get fucked by his cock.  I wish he would hurry.

The nipple clamps were attached to the chain which in turn, was attached to the lead weights.  Oh yes, my rebellious nipples were going to get their due; no skirting justice when it comes to recalcitrant nipples.  This is what I love about Master.  No measure of subtlety can replace raw, unadulterated force.

Bending down, he took a rope, and tied my legs close together.  The weight on my nipples combined with the rope around my legs could only mean one thing.  A gigantic dildo to penetrate my suddenly tight anal ring and pussy; hopefully, he will use the battery powered dildo.  If he were really evil, he would add weights to my clit.  Just for shits and giggles.

"Wait here; don't run away."  Master loved understatements.  Or is that irony?