Toying with Raven
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On days when her Master is coming home late, Raven knows to stay by the shuttered door of her cell, watching for him as he pulls in the driveway. On this day, the sun had nearly set, casting tiny slivers of light through the thick wood shutters, before Master's arrival.
Quickly, quickly, Raven assumed her position, knowing not to displease the Master. She was quite surprised to see that he had brought a friend. But she stayed right in place, hardly blinking. She so hoped that Master liked her outfit. He had commanded that she do something around the little camouflage skirt, so she had scoured the place for the rest of the outfit. Finally, her eyes had landed on the electrical tape that master often applied to keep various appliances in place. So, she made neat little X's on her nipples, hoping this would please Master.
Watching carefully for any indication that Master would want her to begin her performance, Raven felt the heat as blood rushed to her face. She wanted to fan herself, but she knew that would never do.
After minutes where her Master chatted with the stranger about her beauty and her subservience, Raven was finally given the go-ahead. She caressed herself, feeling all over her body, ultimately arriving at her clit, where she teased herself. Not to the point of coming. She knew better.
But apparently her wantonness bored Master, for he added handcuffs and told her to do better. First, Raven removed her panties. Then she tried to spread herself open to please Master and his friend. She jammed fingers inside herself. She pulled and tugged and finally elicited a little deeper breathing from Master.
The friend chuckled at her efforts and rummaged in Master's toy box. (Who WAS this man, and how did he know all about Master's toy box?) Out came some clothespins, which Master thought a grand idea. One on her tongue guaranteed she wouldn't be saying anything. Then, her breasts were framed. When she showed a little spunk and moved her tongue around, Master removed a couple from her breasts, to immobilize her tongue. The friend let out a deep laugh at that.
Raven knew she wasn't going to get away that easily, so she waited the next ordeal. After watching her tongue pins get dark with her saliva, Master removed them and added another, then pinned her pussy lips. At first, the sensation wasn't too bad. A gentle tugging. But gradually the springs of the pins dug the wood ever deeper into her skin, until there was a continuing sense of discomfort.
Master handed his friend a long green lacquered cane, to inspect her at a little closer range. The friend moved the pins apart and pronounced her satisfactory. (Satisfactory for WHAT?)
Still, Master wasn't entirely pleased.
So, he took out a fistful of metal from the dreaded toy box. This time, he clamped her lips with heavy metal. Then, he used light clamps, but lined them up in row after row.
Sitting back to enjoy the sight he had created, Master muttered something to his friend.
Raven's hands were released from overhead, so she could remove that tape herself. But she was told to be slow about it, so the pain would last longer. How did Master know these things? Raven loved the slow peeling away of the adhesive much more than the abrupt yank she normally received. Instead of one sharp bite, she would be feeling each time a tiny bit of adhesive let go of her nipple. Sensual, yet painful, the experience kept her mind off of the fact that she was doing all this for someone she didn't know as well as for her Master.
Within seconds, she was ordered to put her hands back over her head, although she would be allowed to keep them free of the cross behind her if she would stand still.
Master, knowing that Raven's breasts were full in anticipation of the night's feeding (he so loved her breast milk), used tiny scissor clamps to squeeze her tender nipples nearly to the point of lactating. That, it seemed, was one pleasure he would keep for himself. But he hooked the last portion of the Y-shaped array directly to her clit, almost making her jump.
Then, he twirled the chains to see if she would respond. Carefully, Raven balanced as her one leg was raised again. The stranger was below her waist, spreading open her pussy as Master tugged on the clit-grasping clamps.
Raven let out a sigh.
Whatever Master had in mind, it was clear that this would take awhile. So, Raven went deeper and deeper into herself, becoming the perfectly attuned submissive, listening to Master's every whispered word. Where would this lead?
Raven didn't know. But she knew she was happy. Happy to be serving her Master, even happy to be shown off for this stranger who never addressed her directly.
And happy to know that her night was likely to last a long, long time.
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