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it was too soon, so I pulled out of her and went for the strap. I gave her a few swats across the ass, and was rewarded with lovely moaning. I changed the angle and landed a couple strokes on her glistening, exposed pussy. She bucked her hips and jerked her legs in their bonds.
    So beautiful. I plunged back into her ass, hurting her, taking her. After a minute or two of hard fucking, I pulled out again and strapped her, just on her pussy this time. Agh, agh, agh , such beautiful protesting sounds, and of course, every time I made her jerk, it hurt her nipples worse.
    Chere, the things you endure for me. I love you so much.
    I pushed back into her ass, reveling in her body’s trembling acquiescence. I slowed down, enjoying the final deep strokes before my climax exploded. I covered her with my body, sliding over her warm, damp skin. Her punished cheeks felt hot against my hips as I embraced her. I emptied myself inside her, feeling a little sad about how much I hurt her, but feeling glowing contentment too.
    Punishment, Price. This is a punishment, not cuddle time.
    I pulled away from her and took a moment to remove the nipple clamps before I went to wash up. She waited there, bound and crying. Poor little slave. She should have tried harder to sell herself as a designer. I meant for her to find success, because I was determined that our dynamic not rob her of her greater purpose in life. She was going to make it, if I had to do rough anal to her every fucking week to motivate her.
    Ah. Rough anal every week.
    I shook off the fantasies and returned to my bound penitent. I decided she should spend a little time straddling the bad-girl sawhorse to really drive my point home. I put a new, even larger plug in her ass and unbound her so I could turn the top of the horse to the peaked side. The rounded edge would dig mercilessly into her girly parts and make her very sorry for her crimes.
    I positioned her on the horse and bound her hands up over her head so she couldn’t slouch or squirm away from the discomfort. Her feet didn’t quite touch the ground. There was no more pleading in her gaze when she looked at me, only exhausted submission. Her face was a mess of tears, and her chest was a mess of drool. I took off the gag and cleaned her up as she struggled on top of the sawhorse.
    “Don’t be a baby,” I said, ignoring her mewling cries. “You earned this. Ten minutes.”
    That caused more crying. I grabbed her collar and kissed her, taking her sobs into my mouth. “Everything hurts, doesn’t it?” I asked as I pulled away. “Your ass hurts, your nipples hurt. Your thighs hurt.” I traced one of the five pink welts on her straining legs. “And it hurts inside you, doesn’t it? That big plug, just after I reamed you with my cock? And of course, your pussy hurts.”
    I slid my fingers between her pussy and the structure digging into her labia. I found her wet, engorged clit. “It hurts, doesn’t it, baby? You can answer me.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Her voice sounded weak. She was ninety-eight percent done now. Maybe ninety-nine percent. Edging her would be too much. I stopped stroking her clit and shoved my finger in her mouth. She sucked it clean so prettily that I kissed her again. There’s something about kissing your slave when she’s crying and going out of her mind…
    The last five minutes, I just stood back and watched her, this gorgeous, masochistic woman who’d transformed my life. I admired her chestnut curls, gazed into her striking brown eyes, and adored every pale freckle on her face. Why didn’t she understand how much I loved her, how much it would take to make me leave her? Her self-destruction, nothing less. I had to keep that from happening, even if it took extreme punishment sessions like this.
    When the ten minutes were up, I helped her off the horse, took off her pretty manacles, and led her back into my bedroom. I turned on the shower and pulled her under the water to clean her up. She was