The pain running through your shoulders are the first thing you notice as you start to regain consciousness. They ache and it isn't hard to discern why. Your arms, bound by metallic wrist restraints, are held high above your head by a glimmering chain on the ceiling. Scanning the room, you see a pulley-like contraption nearby. A wheel and lever control the length at which the chain is dispensed or retracted. For now, it is in the tautest position and your arms are paying a hefty price.
The room is dimly lit; a small light bulb next to the contraption that imprisons you is the only source of luminance. Still, you can see yourself fairly clearly. Your massive tits are pushed up by a tight, black, leather corset. A black, silk thong exposes more than it conceals while nylon stockings complete your ensemble. The smell of sex surrounds you and the cool air makes your skin tingle. It would seem that you are appropriately dressed for the occasion.
The door creeks loudly as it opens behind you, then slams shut with a loud thud. A dark figure approaches you, loud thumping sounds filling the room with each heavy step. Although your vision is still a little blurry and the room offers little in the way of lighting, you can feel the figure's presence. A deeply masculine scent emanates from him. You inhale deeply, filling your nostrils with the enthralling aroma. Your senses become heightened and aroused.
"Brandy," a deep raspy voices says to you. "Do you know why you are here?" he asks as he lifts your chin with two steely fingers.
"Umm...I'm not really sure..." you try muttering but are quickly greeted with a quick slap to the right side of your face. You gasp in shock and astonishment but you sense that silence would be the most prudent course of action at this juncture.
"Listen carefully, for I will only tell you this once," he warns you. "The first and last word out of your mouth when you address me will be Sir. Is this clear?"
"Yes Sir," you say rather meekly. Smack! The left side of your face now feels a similar sting.
"First and last Brandy," he says in a slightly mocking tone. He walks in a tight circle around you, admiring your voluptuous body, taking you in with his dark, piercing eyes. A small smile curls his lips as he licks them slightly.
Standing behind you, he leans in slowly. "You are hear for two things Brandy, and two things only. The first is for pain." Your body lurches forward instinctively as your ass feels the sting of what you know to be a crop. "Your pain to be more specific," he tells you. "You see Brandy, you are a slut, a whore, and wanton bitch. I am here to see that you pay the price for living up to your namesake...Sin." Your neck feels like it is about to snap as he yanks your hair and brings your ear towards him. "Trust me when I tell you that I will make sure you pay in full," he promises you.
Circling around you again, you gasp as he straddles your thigh, his groin rubbing up against it. You moan slightly as you feel his hardness through his pants. "The second reason is pleasure," he says, sighing softly. Swinging his leg slowly so that he is now between your legs, he presses his bulge against your hot snatch. "My pleasure that is," he grunts as he thrusts his hips into yours, the seam of his pants briefly catching your clit.
"Shall we begin Brandy?" he asks you casually as he starts to walk towards the lever and wheel. "Sir, yes sir," you correctly respond. "Good girl, you are learning quickly," he teases you as he pulls the lever. The chain descends and your shoulders slump in appreciation. Still, your arms are bound and rest at hip level, keeping you in place.
A piercing sounds rings your ears as he drags a chair behind you and sits down. Clasping your thighs with both hands, he spreads them wide. "Bend down slut," he orders you as he pushes the small of your back. "Sir, yes sir," you comply as you bend forward. You feel his fingers slip underneath the thin strip of the thong, parting it to the side and exposing both of your orifices. A hot breath brushes across your moist pussy, causing you to shudder. Your knees nearly collapse as you a finger is rammed up your now slippery cunt. Your juices coat the fleshy probe and you whimper, your body yearning for more. His finger plunges in and out, stopping only to press your engorged clit. Your deep breathing and heavy moaning give warning to your impending orgasm and he stops finger fucking you instantly. You sob quietly, needing only a few more strokes to get off but of course it doesn't come.