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I smiled as I unlocked her cell door, stooping to unlock the padlock between her thighs, before threading through the short chain I was carrying and relocking it. I insisted on these demonstrations of obedience. Not only did it do the slave good to, adhere to a strict set of rules, but it also pleased me, the subservient actions re-enforcing my position as outright owner of my property.
I began to lead her up the stairs to the bathroom above, somewhat spitefully yanking on the chain as I did so, relishing in the gasp it brought from the slave behind me. It must have been an eternal temptation for her to grasp the chain with her free hands, allowing a little slack to fall and so take the tugging, insistent pressure from her sex. Of course she never did, knowing full well the punishment that would befall her for such a transgression.
Never did do I feel in more of a position of control than when I am leading a slave in this way. There is something utterly undignified and debasing to a slave, when being led around by the most delicate part of their anatomy.
I also knew, that the presence of the padlock, as well as being symbolic, stimulated her intensely, the swing of the padlock grazing her labia and the weight of the thin chain gently but insistently pulling at her clitoris could excite her with incredible speed, the two flights of stairs to the bathroom on the first floor were often enough to bring her to the point of orgasm.
Only to the point, of course. I had not allowed her the pleasure of sexual release since her arrival, although I enjoyed that privilege whenever it suited me, empting my hot seed in to her mouth with no regard for her own unsatiated needs. I was are of course, that there was a possibility she had reached orgasm during sleep, but his had occurred without her knowledge and constituted a physical release, the psychological tension still inexistence the following morning. It was not the lack of orgasm that frustrated her; it was the lack of the privilege to be allowed to stimulate herself.
Waiting for her to finish on the toilet, I turned on the shower and stood back to admire her as she washed, an operation, which I found highly erotic. She would unconsciously pay special attention to her pink, swollen labia, rubbing the soapy lather dreamily into her sex before struggling to her senses and hurriedly picking up the safety razor.
I could feel my self-becoming hard beneath my trousers as she searched the folds of skin between her legs for stray hairs, and I quickly turned my thoughts to other matters. There would be time enough for that later.
Debbie had been brought up to believe that sex in all its forms could only be justified between, a man and a woman, and then within the sacrosanct confines of marriage. It was partially this strict upbringing that had brought her to me. A part of her sexual unconscious, stifled by the restrictions her parents had placed upon it, had struggled to break free, desperate to experience all the things her body craved for.
It was this craving that had led her to explore her submissive side, her need to feel controlled, and had ultimately led her to sign the slave contract relinquishing her entire being and its fate to me.
Of course she could not have imagined just how painful his process could have been, or common sense would have led her to tear up the contract instantly. I had forced this submissive streak out of her, pulling and twisting it to my own ends, until it had taken over every other part of her consciousness, and she had no other choice but to obey.
However, every new experience I imposed upon her brought a fresh challenge and it was interesting to see her mental torment as she struggled against everything she had ever been taught was decent, in an attempt to both obey her Master and avoid the pain of the whip.
The first time I had commanded her to stimulate me orally had been like that. At twenty- six years old, she had led an unadventurous sex-life to say the least, and had never pleasured a man in that way. She had always found the thought nauseating, presume ably a lesson gleaned from her religious, pious and eventually estranged mother.
It seemed almost comical that she had knelt naked before me, every part of her body having been explored; her buttocks striped by the lash and still, have had qualms about taking me in her mouth. It was a task she looked forward to now, undertaking her duty with youthful eagerness, lapping frantically at my engorged member, drinking down the warm salty fluid with the satisfaction of a cat licking cream from its owners fingers.