Unnamed – Act 1, Scene 2

The light blinds her as a figure stands silhouetted in the door. She whimpers and writhes helplessly, chains jangling loudly in the silence, her heart pounding in her ears as he walks silently towards her. As the door swings shut behind him to reveal her master a surge of pleasure crashes over her, the vibrator kicking into overdrive, making her thrash and pant her relief in deep, ragged gasps.
“Happy to see me?” he taunts her, circling her playfully. He lashes her ass, her thigh, her chest, her waist as he circles her, each blow sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins, making her cry out for more, pushing her climax back the tiniest bit and doubling its force as she nods her helpless acquiescence.
“Good. Will you do something for me, Slave?”
“Anything!” she cries desperately.
“I want you to climax for me. Nice. And loud.” With that he slaps her roughly between the legs, his hand crushing her peach in his palm, lifting her roughly onto her toes, the intensity driving her over the edge. She thrashes uncontrollably in her chains, throwing her hair back in a howl of released desire, her pussy clenching in the vibrating panties, thrusting her sweat-soaked breasts into her master’s face shamelessly.
Finally she collapses, sagging against the manacles, moaning low and huskily, the panties thrumming slowly as they draw out every last spasm, every aftershock. “M-Master,” she whispers lovingly.
“I hope you saved some more for later.”
She smiles mischievously. “Of course, Master.”
“Good. Let’s get you dressed, hm?” He drops her unceremoniously to dangle from the manacles, and she quickly hops up onto her toes and grips the chains with both hands, watching hungrily.