Forsooth, it came to pass that the light of Prometheus was contained, to be carried by the people. Held in digital cages gorging empty pixels. Casting pods of dark malevolence alongside altruistic philosophy…
While he is in mid-sentence, the author is interrupted by a metallic ping from the computer.
It is a message notification that begins ‘Hey Joe'.
Joe clicks on the smiling cucumber icon, and an image of a naked woman appears.
"Hi Joe,” she says over the aether, “are you going to give me another beating?"
Joe replies, "Hi, Tania. You look so horny. Have you managed to keep your finger out of your pussy this time?”
“Yes, I have, sir,” she replies.
He notes that the woman is standing to attention and looking into the camera obediently.
“In that case, go get the nipple clamps, you dirty fucker," Joe instructs her.
He hears a laugh, and Tania replies, "I already have them; I was being hopeful, sir.”
On screen, she holds metal clamps and chains. She lifts them up until they are level with her naked breasts. She looks serious as she stands there, knowing he is inspecting her. Tania feels anticipation, but she knows the rules and keeps herself stiff and erect.
“Turn around like a piece of meat," Joe tells her. “I want to see your tight arse."
Tania turns slowly, picturing herself as a kebab on a skewer.
Seeing Joe stroke his cock makes her smile. She feels excited and thinks about rubbing herself, even though she knows that to do so would prematurely end the session. It could even make her lose the man who has ownership of her desires.
"Yeah," says Joe. “You can put those clamps on while I get changed. Give the screws a couple of turns.”
Tania starts teasing her nipples with the edge of her hand. Chopping and scraping, she stimulates the myriad blood vessels in the breasts. The vital fluid, now agitated, flows through the areolas, swelling the nipples and making them hard and sensitive. She carefully follows his instructions and turns the clamping screws the specified number of times.
Tania feels a rush of pleasure when the clamps bite into the swollen flesh. Her face contorts with the pain. She holds her breasts, pressing both thumbs hard into the sides of her big tits.
Joe, now dressed in a boiler suit, barks at Tania. “Hands at your sides, slut.”
“Yes, sir," Tania says crisply.
As her arms drop, her tits fall downward. He watches intently, making sure the clamps do not move because they are loose.
She speaks in a flattering voice, hoping to placate him. “I like your suit, sir.”
“It’s a working suit, and I am going to work on you,” he tells her. “Time for you to show what you have got. Now bend over, showing your arse.”
Tania does as she is ordered. With boobs hanging down, and legs parted, she knows she must hold this position until her master commands her to stop.
“That’s good, you are such a hot slut; now give yourself to me," he says, "I want you to rub your pussy. Make me horny if you want your reward.”
On the screen, Tania pushes her hand between her legs. She does this slowly, savouring the pleasure.
“I want to please you, sir. Can I make your cock big so it fills the screen?" she begs him.
Feeling her wet crack, she opens herself for him to view. Her fingers peel apart the lips of her labia, revealing a wet hole.
Tania moans as she probes around the edge of the opening.
"Yes, fuck yourself like the dirty whore you are,” Joe breathes.
Tania inserts two fingers into her dripping pussy, pushing in and sliding out.
"Faster", orders her master.
She pumps furiously until her orgasm explodes, shaking her legs and soaking her hand.
Flushed and panting, she says, “Have I been good, sir?”
"Yes, my precious. You can view your punishment and finger your clitoris. Sit down, and we can play," Joe growls.
Her response is immediate, and she bounces onto an easy chair, pulling her feet up onto the seat. Her legs open loosely, exposing her smooth pubis. Tania grips her thighs expectantly, waiting for his word to let her stroke her throbbing clitoris. They both know how highly charged she is feeling.
Tania lifts her bum from the seat. She feels her vaginal muscles stretching and contracting as she tries hard to stop herself thinking of her fingers pulling back the hood and releasing the hot little pink limbeddha lurking there. The clamps biting into her nipples give her an endorphin high, intensifying the sexual arousal she feels.
Master Joe speaks the word 'Boatman', and she immediately starts to paddle her hand between her legs. He then begins a monologue directed at her.
'He pushes her roughly onto the couch and hisses the words, "Stay there; the fun has just begun."
She lies motionless where she has landed. Holding her breath, she waits apprehensively for his next move.
He stands above her, his strong arm guiding the flogger over her exposed back, slowly sweeping it through the air. He moves the implement around, stroking and tracing her with the leather fronds.
“I can tease, or I can please,” he tells her, making the whipping tails rain down ever harder upon her shoulders, where they snap around her ears.
She stares silently at the cushion, unmoving, and waiting for the next step in the game.
His breaths come more rapidly. Flexing his shoulders, he fixes his gaze on her naked bottom.
The leather thongs flash through the air with a zipping sound. Fanning out, the lashes move rapidly towards the rounded target. Her bum is raised, and the force of the blow presses her into the cushion, bouncing her buttocks.
A hard glaze on her eyes reflects the soft lights. She does not wince or shed a tear.’
Joe grips his stiff penis in his fist, looking at the face on the screen. Her lips are full and red around her open mouth.
“Please, sir, fill me and shoot your cum all over me. Make me your best whore.” Tania purrs seductively.
The effect on Joe is immediate as he shoots his sticky ejaculate all over the screen.
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He puts down the whip he is holding and pulls the beaten creature from the couch.
"Oh, my favourite toy,” he says, holding the oversized teddy bear at arm's length.
