Excerpt from Nasty Business

"Come here, Rick," she says to the naked figure standing in the bathroom doorway. His unruly hair clings damply to his head. His brown eyes are huge. For a moment I think that he will refuse, but instead, he walks over and sinks to his knees in front of Margaret's leather clad-form.

"Good boy," she purrs. "Kiss my boots." His enthusiasm as he does so reawakens my envy. "Now, my cunt. Just a little kiss now. Respectful."

Rick rises and delicately places his pursed lips against Margaret's lower ones, which protrude juicily from her pubic curls.

"Enough. Now Ruby."

He shuffles over on his knees and bends his mouth to my shoe, then raises himself and addresses my sex. I can feel his hot breath, blowing into my cleft. I bloom and open in response. His tongue flicks out and stabs at my clit, and my entire body shimmers briefly, like a mirage.

How dare he? I grab his chin roughly, lift his eyes toward mine. "Did I give you permission to do that?" I can still feel the echoes of pleasure coursing through me.

"No, Mistress," he replies softly, but there's a glint in his eye of mischief and knowledge. "I couldn't help it."

"We will teach you to control yourself," says Margaret. "Onto the weight bench, now. On your hands and knees." When he complies, Margaret positions him so that his arms are parallel to the vertical supports of the weight rack. "The cuffs won't really work here. It's a good thing you brought the rope, Ruby."

She and I work together to bind our victim to the bench. She wraps the rope several times around each ankle, adding knots to keep the loops from tightening, then runs the long end of the cord under the bench and across both calves. I use two shorter pieces to tie each wrist to the weight rack. "Can you move?" asks Margaret when we're done.

Rick wriggles a bit. His erect penis bobs comically. "Not really, Mistress."

"Are the ropes too tight?" He shakes his head. "If your hands or feet start to get numb, you must let us know. Understand?" He nods again.

"Good. Now, let's see..." She retrieves the nipple clamps from the pile of toys and hands them to me. "Would you do the honors?"

They're simple spring-loaded clips, quite stiff. I hold them up for Rick to see. He swallows hard but says nothing. "You like?" He's silent. To reach his nipples, which are facing the bench, I must crouch down beside him. I bring my lips close to his ear. "Margaret tells me that you were quite interested in the clothespins she used on Luna." He actually blushes!

I reach underneath his body and capture the closer nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Your nipples are as erect as your cock, Rick. You can't pretend." I pinch, hard, using my nails. He gasps, but still says nothing. Holding one clamp open, I let the jaws press against the sensitive skin on either side of the nipple. For long moments, I simply hold this position, allowing the suspense to build. I'm breathing hard. A drop of my own wetness trails down my inner thigh.

"Take a deep breath," I say finally, and allow the jaws to close. Rick sucks in his breath, squeezes his eyes shut. The weight attached to the clamp hangs straight down, increasing the tension.

"Now the other..." I apply the other clamp quickly, before he knows what's happening. He moans softly.

"Painful? Don't speak, just nod or shake your head." He nods. "Can you bear it?" He nods again. "Of course, if it gets to be too much to bear, you should let us know. But I know that you don't want to disappoint Margaret and me, do you?" He shakes his head emphatically. "After all the times you disappointed us before..."

I glance over at Margaret. She smiles and nods, encouraging me to proceed. Taking the flogger from around my neck, I trail the leather tails across Rick's tanned back. "You remember this little toy, I'm sure. I didn't realize at the time why you found it so fascinating." I raise my arm and swipe his arse smartly.


"I told you to be silent. Surely you can obey such a simple request?" He nods. I lash him again. Scarlet welts rise in the wake of my blow. He does not exclaim again, though he jerks reflexively in response to each of my strokes.

He's open, willingly accepting my lashing. I can sense the beat of his heart, can see it in the distended veins of his penis. Energy flows between us as I dance around him, targeting unmarked flesh each time I whisk the flogger through the air and bring it down on his poor bound body.

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