Kimberly’s Life - Sex Stories

Kimberly’s Life

... said, "Yes, Master."

Master. The title felt comforting, like I was home, wrapped in a loved ones arms. Safe, someone who cares about me.

I didn't realize that Master had been watching me, he asked, "What decision have you come too?"

I said, "Master, I feel like I'm home."

Master left the papers he'd been studying, walked around me, lightly pinching my butt, and my waist, then said, "Slave, I want you to loose a few pounds."

"Yes, Master."

Then he said, "Follow me."

I spun on my heels, walked quickly to catch up to him, walking a few steps behind him. He opened a hall door, revealing steps that led down into a basement.

At the bottom of the stairs, l looked around. All the leather hanging on the wall, d-rings in the floor and a hook hanging from the ceiling.

I turned my gaze to my Master, "Master, what are all these things?"

Master had a frown on his face when he turned to look at me. "Slave, I know you read your duties, one of which is to ask permission to speak." "I know this is your first day, so your punishment will be short." "Don't make any more missteps."

I looked down, nodding, and said, "Yes, Master." "Im sorry, Master."

I watched Master place a half pipe shaped leather device between two D-rings. Then he looked at me, and said, "This is my punishment Symbian." "It induces orgasms." "Straddle the Symbian, and lower yourself to your knees."

Punishing me with orgasms, yes please.

I did what Master said, watching Master ...

... retrieve different leather devices from their places on the wall. One was a wide leather strap that buckle around my thighs, then the free straps buckled through the D-rings, pulling my thighs down, forcing my pussy onto the Symbian.

Leather wraps, cuffs, were buckled around my wrists. Master walked to a different wall, and released a strap from a handle. I watched the hook hanging from the ceiling lower as he turned the handle. When the hook was about a foot above my head, Master hooked the D-rings on my cuffs on the hook.

Master turned the handle in the opposite direction, lifting my arms above my head, pulling them up until my arms were stretched above my head. Hooking the strap around the handle, my arms were locked in place.

Master set a photography timer in front of me, plugged the Symbian into the timer. Master set the Symbian to maximum, set the timer to ten minutes, and started it. Instantly, my pussy and clitoris was attacked by heavy vibrations, making me squirm, trying to avoid the vibrations, but couldn't.

At the three minute mark, I had an orgasm, another at five minutes, two more at the seven minute mark, then almost continuously orgasmed until the timer sounded, shutting off the Symbian.

I was exhausted, sweating, drooling, hanging from the hook, unable to even look up.

Master lowered the hook, letting my arms drop. When he lifted my wrists from the hook, I collapsed forward. When all the bindings were removed, Master picked me up, carrying me ...