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A Test of Pain

The door to my room swung open as I led her in, our hands entwined. I walked to the foot of the bed and released her, turning to look into her eyes and knowing well how much my gaze affected her. “Remove all of your clothes,” I instructed. “And don't throw them on the floor. Place them somewhere neatly.” I turned and walked away, leaving her to the task. Stepping into my closet, I looked in the back through a row of duffel bags and pulled a black one from the end before I returned to my bedroom and guest. I looked with the corner of my eyes, but held myself so that she would think I was ignoring her. The stack of neatly folded clothes on the dresser pleased me, as did her obvious nervousness. “What's that?” she asked innocently, gesturing to the duffel as I tossed it onto my bed. I looked directly at her for the first time since returning to the room and held no shame in looking up and down, enjoying the sight of her bare flesh. Inspecting her, observing her. Letting the pause extend before I answered. Only when my eyes came up to meet hers did I speak. “This,” I said with a nonchalant tone, “is my bag of pain.” Suppressing the urge to grin, I observed her inhale sharply and stiffen. We'd spoken about this scene plenty, and she knew what was going to happen. She also knew that I would play my role well. The first thing to come out of my bag was a set of black leather cuffs. I carried them and walked to stand before her, silently taking a wrist and securing a cuff in place. ...

... Her eyes widened when I closed a padlock, ensuring they were there to stay until I said otherwise. She knew as much about this scene as I did, and knew what I was going to do, but knowing and feeling are two very different things. This may be an experiment for you , I thought. But while it lasts, you are mine. One by one, the other cuffs were locked in place. “Are you ready?” I asked. “Yes,” she whispered. I lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Remember, this is for you. We stop at the drop of a hat, as soon as you say so.” She giggled nervously. “I want this. I'll stop if we have to, but. . . I want this.” “Very well,” I said. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her ear. “Then I am going to hurt you, my slut.” She inhaled sharply as a shiver ran through her. “Yes, Sir.” Smiling, I returned to my bag and found a ball gag. “Remember,” I said as I fastened her gag in place, “this is all for you.” My hand pressed into her back and I led her into position at the foot of my bed. A classic four poster, it had long been modified by my efforts. I put her in position and then returned to the bag, pulling out short chains and snap hooks. Taking a wrist, I connected a chain to her cuff and secured the other end to a discrete hook at the top of a post. Moving around, I repeated the process with her other wrist and both ankles until I had her bound securely. There were ways in which a solid St. Andrews Cross might be better, but this had its benefits as well. Squeezing her ass and ...