“That doesn’t sound like a very enthusiastic yes,” I admonish.
She responds with a louder, more emphatic, “Yes, Sir!”
I pull on the chain. The clamps snap off. She cries out.
“My bad,” I say. “Let’s try that again.”
I affix the clamps back on and pull the chain as far as I can. She starts to squirm in the chair. I yank the clamps off again, making her cry out again.
“Want to try a third time?” I ask.
I know I’m being an asshole, but she wanted this.
When she doesn’t answer right away, I slap the side of her face.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbles into her gag.
I put the nipple clamps back on and pull on the chain. She grips the chair, bracing herself. Instead of pulling on the chain again, I drop it. Her body relaxes in relief.
Reaching into my other pocket, I pull out several small weights with hooks. “We’re going to play a little game. For every time you come, you get one of these.”
Demonstrating, I hang one of the weights on the chain connecting her nipple clamps. She grunts.
“That one’s free,” I say as I put the weights back in my pocket.
Standing up, I walk around to squat behind her. I’ve got a nice view of her ass and her pussy lips touching the chair.
I reach between her thighs. “You’re soaking wet, like the slut that you are. We’re gonna have to disinfect the whole chair when we’re done.”
Wanting to see her ass quiver, I smack both cheeks with my palms, then part her flesh to see more of her asshole. I graze my finger over it. “We’ll see some action here today.”
I fondle her between the legs, just enough to get her moaning, then slide two digits into her snatch and stroke her. It doesn’t take long before her cunt is flexing on my fingers. She lifts her ass to improve the angle of my penetration. I finger fuck her in earnest.
When I feel her close, I say, “Come if you’re a slut.”
Her body stiffens, then trembles against the chair.
“That’s one,” I say, placing one of the weights from my pocket onto a table beside her.
I continue to shove my fingers into her. Fresh off her first orgasm, she’s quick to come a second time.
“That’s two.”
I place another weight on the table. She groans. Her pussy is still flexing. I pull my fingers out and bring her to a third orgasm by fondling her clit.
I place another weight on the table. “Three.”
Standing up, I scoop up the weights and walk to stand in front of her. I hang one of the weights. She grunts. After allowing her a moment to get adjusted, I hang another weight. She grunts louder. After hanging the final weight, I run my finger along all four. She squeals.
Giving her a slap, I ask her, “Where’s my thank you, slut?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Want to go for another?”
She hesitates. I know she’s up for another orgasm, but does she want another weight pulling on her nipples?
Deciding for her, I say, “Let’s go for another.”