Shackled Maids

An eBook By Severin Rossetti.

Obediently Steve clamped the canes between his teeth, then continued towards her. She reached down and took the canes from him, patted him on the head.

"Good boy!" she said, and then stood, gesturing that he should do the same, took him by the hand as he got to his feet and pulled him into the centre of the room. "Now bend, dear, clasp your toes."

Slowly he did as she said, reaching down so that the silk of his shorts stretched over his buttocks.

"With or without?" his tormentor wondered aloud, running her hand lightly over his arse, then decided, "With the shorts, I think. Madam will show some leniency this time." Then she slapped him hard with the flat of her hand. "You may thank me!"

"Thank you Madam!" Steve gasped, shaken by the blow.

"Better!" she said. "You will learn to be responsive!"

Steve was aware of her pacing behind him, her boots silent on the carpet but her perfume wafting at him from the left, from the right, betraying her presence. The he heard the swish of a cane cutting through the air and his whole body tensed, he gripped his toes tightly and shut his eyes to the pain which was sure to come.

No blow landed, though, and the teasing woman laughed wickedly.

"Ah! The anticipation! It is a delightful thing!" she said, cutting through the empty air a second time, a third.

The fourth stroke caught him cruelly across the fattest part of his buttocks and made him yelp like a puppy, made him rock forward on the balls of his feet.

"That is for making a mess of my pedicure," she told him. "Are you contrite, boy?"

"I am, Madam!" he cried, and then yelped louder still as another blow struck.

"You are?" she asked doubtfully, the next blow landing across the top of his thighs. "I think not, boy, for if you were truly contrite you would be thanking Madam for your punishment!

"Thank you for my punishment, Madam," he said, through gritted teeth.

"And again!" she demanded, landing another blow.

"Thank you!"

"And again!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Steve sobbed, and his buttocks were afire now, he could not differentiate the blows but just felt the constant stinging pain.

He was not even conscious of the blows ceasing, so searing was the sensation in his buttocks, until he felt her hands rest lightly on his hips. They pulled gently at him, tugged him back, and he realized that she must have lifted her skirt, for he felt his smarting buttocks drawn into her naked groin, her cool flesh soothing and drawing the fire from them.

Her hands slipped around his waist, beneath him, delved into his shorts to take out his cock. Arching over him, her breasts pressing against his back, she began to slowly stroke him.

"And now, my dear, are you ready to serve Madam as well as attend to her?"

"Yes Madam," he answered.

"Then you will get hard for me, pet, very hard," she insisted, the one hand pulling him erect, stretching out his cock with every stroke, while her other hand slipped down the back of his shorts to clutch his balls. "Are you hard for Madam? Are you rigid and aching for Madam?"

"Oh yes!" he gasped, and when she felt a shudder of delight run through his body she squeezed his balls a little tighter.

"Do not sigh like that, as if this is for your pleasure," she cautioned him. "It is not. Everything is for my pleasure and my pleasure only. Understand?"

It was only when he nodded that she slackened her grip, slipped her hands from his balls, released his cock and walked around to face him.

"Now let's see," she said, putting just the tip of a finger under his erection to study it. "Yes, quite hard enough now I think," she decided, and raised her hands to her hair.

Steve looked down to see her remove some clips, so that her hair tumbled about her cheeks and shoulders, and then unwind a narrow black velvet ribbon which had also fastened it, stretch it tight between her hands like a garrote.

"To make sure you stay hard for me," she explained, grinning up at him. "And in future you do not look at me until I tell you to."

"Sorry Madam," he said, lifting his eyes to look ahead, and felt her wind the ribbon around his balls and the base of his cock, cross the two ends over to make a knot and begin to pull it tight.

"There, that should make sure you don't come too quickly," she said, when she had his balls so swollen that they felt they might burst, and stood once more, removed her short skirt, rubbing the soft suede against his cheek before tossing it aside.

Then she pressed against him, one leg raised to curl as she went up on the tiptoes of the other foot and he was in her more easily than he had entered any woman, slipping smoothly between the soft slick lips of her cunt.

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