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all of which he had licked at some point in their relationship.
    “Cup your breasts and pinch your nipples.”
    Her hands left his legs and moved upwards. Shifting his head slightly he watched her as she molded her huge fleshy mounds between her fingers, heightening the soft nipples into hardened peaks.
    “Suck the right nipple for me.”
    Lifting it, she took it between her lips. His cock started to stiffen between her buttocks. Neil moved slightly so she could feel him beneath her, growing to her arousing display. Unable to see her fully suckle, the noise of her tongue and lips caressing it was enough to stir him.
    “Now the left.”
    Letting the right breast fall Marie then raised the left. Neil reached down and picked up a vanity mirror of hers and held it so he could see her this time. Watching her lips surround it, her tongue slipping to the tip and around its circumference, his body satisfied.
    “Bite it gently, tug it.”
    Holding the mirror still he watched her grab the nipple between her teeth. The hard nub stretched pulling the large areola with it. Her lips covered it once more and suckled.
    “Stop. Are you ready for your defrag kitten?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Stand up.” Neil moved the chair aside and circled her, looking over every inch of her bare flesh. He breathed her in, the scent of her flesh, her skin with no intrusive tang of outside perfume or lotion. Perfect. “Tie your hair up.”
    In seconds her hair was neatly tied up in a bun.
    “Good girl, now go to the cellar, get cuffs for your wrists and wait for me by the support in the corridor.”
    Obediently, Marie left the room while he cleaned the bathroom and tidied.
    Five minutes later he descended the cellar stairs, rounding the corner to where Marie waited. Pink cuffs in her hand, her head lowered, a shiver spasmed up her body. It was nice to see her flesh giggle at the cold, a slight shimmy of her breasts and buttocks waiting for the pleasure and pain.
    “Is it too cold?”
    “No Sir.”
    “Good, let’s get you cuffed.”
    Marie held out her wrists as he quickly tied the cuffs, a chain between them.
    “Raise your hands over the hook.”
    Above her head was a solid steel tubular bracket, custom made to support her. Helping her as she raised her arms, he secured her wrists on the hook. Her heels were two inches off the cold floor so she was resting on her toes.
    “I’m going to leave you a little while. If you need me shout. I have something to prepare upstairs.” Neil took one last look, passed the dungeon door and went upstairs to the kitchen. As he reached the door, he turned off the light, leaving Marie in pitch blackness.
     
     
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    The ache in her arms was unrelenting. It had been so long since she had given up all control. Swaying lightly in the dark, her body shifted to high alert. When her vision was taken away her body tingled, registering any shift in the air. Her nipples suffered each time the icy air found its way through the cracks in the walls. The cellar/dungeon wasn’t a warm place by any means, but when the chill kicked in from the frost outside it turned her already peaked nipples into sharp, sensitive little pebbles.
    Shifting her arms, her shoulders were now on fire. She rested her head against her arms. Marie’s eyes fluttered shut as she allowed her mind to file through the last few months. She needed times like this. Giving up control was the only thing that kept her sane in her day to day life. The fresh pain that settled into her arms and shoulder felt like a chorus of angels.
    She needed pain.
    It no longer felt like a want. Marie didn’t like being in charge so much. Delegating and demanding. It frankly was exhausting. To be here. In this moment, in the dark, not knowing when Neil would come back, the mystery of how much he would hurt her—pushing her limits. It sent a soothing balm over her frayed nerves. She hoped he punished her. The hunger to be taken to the very edge wrapped her in a warm