Bound For Punishment

The Master is known for his intense 24/7 BDSM practice.  When a shy girl with plenty of repressed, dark fantasies enlists his services for the week and immediately gets cuffed and put in a chastity belt, she knows she's in for a lot of pleasurable pain, all over her body and in every hole.

This story is the first installment in the series, and covers Day 1 with the Master. 

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 A brief glance through the pages in front of me told me nothing I hadn't anticipated.  It was a contract, essentially outlining the nature of our relationship and my acknowledgment that he, noted on the page as 'The Master,' would not be liable for any bodily or emotional injury caused by our activities over the next week.  I had never hired anyone to dominate me before, but I'd certainly spent enough time obsessively researching it online to know what I was getting myself into.  The hefty price on the last page of the document was the least of the punishment I would endure if I signed this agreement.

 

I signed without hesitation, a greedy bubble of nervous, naughty excitement rushing over me.  I finally did it, after years of deliberation, and there was no going back after I scratched my name on the page and slid the form back to The Master for his approval.

 

I thought my heart was going to leap right out of my throat and do a tap dance on the desk.

 

'Very well,' he nodded.  'Do you have any questions before we get started?'