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nub,
teasing it and flicking it. I wanted my bitch to suffer. I wanted
her to remember this punishment.
    Because I knew Drew and Beth would do it
again. They would do it again because they both knew I would punish
them even harder the next time.
    I kept the pressure up on that raw tender
bundle of nerves between her wet and tortured pussy lips while I
used my other hand and my mouth to remove the two clamps then bite,
suck, and pinch her tenderized nipples. I would take a nipple in my
mouth, suck it deep, pulling in her flesh and then continue to suck
as hard as I could, manhandling the other nip with my fingers while
I continued to torture that clit.
    Drew moaned long and deep into her gag,
tendrils of saliva sliding out along the bottom edge and coating
her chest.
    I got more aggressive, slapping her face,
then attacking her tits with my tongue and mouth while I continued
to finger fuck her pussy and pull her clit even further past the
ropes clamping it together.
    As I sucked her right nipple deep into my
mouth, I felt her body tense up – becoming stiff. I sucked harder
and flicked the clit with my finger even faster.
    And Drew screamed.
    She screamed into her gag and bucked against
the tightness of her bondage. And she continued to buck against it,
moaning and screaming into that thick cock gag as I continued to
suck and torment her more.
    Suddenly, Drew tensed for several seconds,
then went limp, leaning into the suspension.
    Absolutely limp.
    I checked her pulse. Strong.
    She was breathing.
    And she was passed out. Completely.
    My bitch had passed out during an orgasm.
    I was about to slap her back awake, but held
my hand mid-slap.
    Why not leave her for a bit?
    I went over and sat in the chair, relaxing
and watching her hang in her bondage.
    And I remembered that first time she
submitted her body to my lust and desire – thinking I was some dark
Master and not knowing the man who would bind her that first time
was the husband she didn’t think had the guts to do it.
    It was like yesterday.
     
    *****
     
    I knew the bitch was pissed. Mr. Jackson was
supposed to have met her at the restaurant at eight o’clock sharp.
It was now nine forty five and she was standing outside the door to
a hotel suite, perfectly still with her face lowered, legs spread
shoulder width, hands clasped behind her back and chest thrust
forward.
    Waiting until I answered the door.
    Just as she was instructed to do by the
letter given to her at the restaurant when Mr. Jackson didn’t show
up.
    My lovely bitch wife would learn to be
patient and obedient from the first moment as she learned to serve
her new Master.
    I adjusted the black leather hood so that it
fit a bit more snug and pulled the black calfskin leather gloves on
a little tighter. Checking the appearance of my tailored gray suit,
black shirt and grey tie in the mirror before I went to the door, I
noticed lint on the collar.
    I dusted it off.
    The hood was a bit overwhelming but I liked
the look. The leather covering over the mouth and the fine mesh
over the eye holes gave me a very ominous and foreboding
appearance. Almost a bit evil. Yet, it wasn’t at all uncomfortable
or hot to be in.
    Turning the room lights off and lighting the
candles, I looked around. Dark shadows filled the corners of the
room while flickers of warm candle light provided the exact
illumination I wanted. I liked the effect.
    I walked to the door and, gazing through the
peephole, I saw she remained still. And I could see the expression
on her downturned face. This lady was pissed.
    Good.
    As I opened the door, her blue eyes grew
wide. I panicked for a brief second, afraid she may recognize me.
But the look in Drew's eyes was more shock than any type of
recognition as she stood there.
    At five foot six, in her thirties with
mid-back length blonde hair, and approximately one hundred thirty
pounds, Drew stood before me as she had been directed to dress – in
a simple knee length body hugging black dress with a