Enslaved by Claire Thompson

over her denuded sex. “Perfect,” he said softly. “Now you’re properly groomed, slave girl.” He stood and reached an arm down, holding out his hand to her.
    “Come on. Up you go. It’s time for your training session. But first, your punishment.”

Chapter 6
     
     
    “Put this on.” Sam held out the black leather corset, unhooked and unlaced. Rae stared at it as if she’d never seen one before. He’d had her remove the towel and her hair hung wet and loose to her shoulders. She took the corset uncertainly and held it in her hands, her expression one of confusion and distaste.
    “Raise your arms. I’ll put it on you.” He dared her with his eyes to refuse. As she handed back the corset, she met his gaze but then looked away. Slowly she lifted her arms. He secured the corset around her narrow torso, forcing her full breasts up over the top. He hooked it along her side, cinching in her already slender waist. He pulled the leather laces in the back, tightening it still further.
    “I can barely breathe,” Rae gasped.
    “Did I ask you a question?” Sam replied tersely.
    “No…Sir,” she muttered, barely bothering to disguise her frustration.
    He raised his eyebrows. “I’m beginning to think you like to be punished, Rae. How else do we explain your constant breaking of the most basic rules? Perhaps a full day with a ball gag in your mouth will remind you of the very simple rule of keeping your mouth shut, hmm?” She didn’t answer, but he recognized the question could be interpreted as rhetorical and let it pass.
    He moved in front of her and pointed toward the five-inch heels he’d set down by her feet. “Step into these,” he ordered. He watched as she eyed the stilettos dubiously before inserting her pretty feet into them. They were a perfect fit, forcing her into a Barbie Doll arch and accentuating the line of her long, lovely legs. She tottered slightly but managed to find her balance.
    He let his eyes travel slowly up her body, lingering hungrily on the bare cunt, gliding over the soft, black leather that hugged her lithe curves, resting on the creamy white breasts jutting over the top of the bustier, the dark pink nipples perking invitingly toward him.
    “You look like a perfect whore,” he commented, pleased and amused as the color stained her cheeks and throat. He’d never seen her blush during their daily interactions, but since she’d come to his dungeon, she seemed to blush as easily as a schoolgirl.
    “So, whore,” he continued, savoring his power. “Your punishment this morning is to stand between these two walls.” He led her to a corner of the dungeon. Just beside her was a stool, upon which sat an egg timer. “You will keep your nose pressed in the corner, like so.” He directed her head until her nose touched the seam of the adjoining walls, “and your hands up like this.” He lifted her arms, pressing her palms flat against the walls on either side of her head.
    “Spread your legs wide.” He kicked lightly at her left ankle with his bare foot, and then at her right until he was satisfied with her stance. “Now, stick out your ass and, no matter what I do to you, you better maintain your position, nose and palms against the wall, ass out.”
    He reached for the timer and turned the dial to five minutes. It began to tick off the seconds. It was, he knew, in her line of vision. “Your punishment lasts only until the timer rings. But if you fuck up,” he warned her, “we start over, got it?”
    “Oh, Sam! I—”
    Sam reached for the back of her neck and gripped hard. “I said, got it? That’s a yes or no question, Rae.” He squeezed tighter.
    “Yes…Sir,” she said in a tiny voice. He let her go and stepped back, stroking his cock through the thin fabric of his pajamas as he admired the full round globes of her small but perfect ass beneath the tight leather binding of the corset.
    Soon he would have her at his feet, his cock stuffed down that pretty throat.