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Taking Her Away

The webcam was easily set up, and soon he saw her sitting in her home. He grinned at her, eying the collar on her neck.

"You really do look lovely, slut," he said. "Get those clothes off. And then get...let's see, what does any home have lying around....some duct tape, and if you have them some clothespins. I'm not there to punish you this time, so any time you want to stop just say so...and I'll break the connection. And you'll see me again whenever I have the time."
 
As she suspected, he wanted her out of her clothes. She obliged, quickly slipping them off and tossing them aside. She had a feeling that she would be inflicting pain on herself when he told her to get the duct tape and clothes pins, but she didn't care. If it pleased him, she would do it.
 
"You are beautiful," he said. "Absolutely gorgeous. First of all I want a clothespin on each nipple. Don't you dare take them off until I tell you too. Then lets see you get nice and wet. I can't believe you've never masturbated, married to that loser. Don't cum yet, just get yourself nice and wet for me."
 
Jayde obeyed, placing on clothespin on each of her nipples. She cringed slightly as the pain, but it wasn't so bad after she adjusted.

Sitting back in the chair, she spread her legs wide, reaching down as her finger found her pussy. She gently brushed her finger tips over her clit, shivering slightly. Using her thumb to play with her sensitive nub, she moved a finger down and slowly slid it inside of her.
 
He sat back and watched as she pleasures herself for him. He was entranced with the power he had over her, how willing she was to do whatever he said.He was also amused by how she seemed to get comfortable with the clothespins. Obviously she didn't realize the real pain came after they removed, as the blood came rushing back. But she would find that out later. For now, he waited until she was moaning under her own touch before he spoke.

"Now," he said. "A clothespin on your clit."
 
She felt herself growing wet immediately as she continued to play with her pussy, her eyes never leaving Mr. Harris. She quickened the pace at which she was fingering herself, moaning softly as she continued to rub her clit.

She stopped at the sound of his voice, staring at him strangely as he told her to put a clothespin on her clit. She didn't want to comply, but she wasn't prepared to make him angry. She hesitantly placed a clothespin on her sensitive clit, groaning in pain.
 
"Good," he said. "You look wonderful. Now tie your ankles together with the duct tape, whore. Then your wrists. No, it's not that hard to tie your own wrists together with duct tape; put the tape on the leg of the table, tape some of it to one wrist, put them together, and just spin it off the roll. Once that's done we'll move on to my next little game; you've had the part that was fun for you, and entertaining as that was to watch we'll move on to the part that's fun for me. Careful not to pull your clothespins off yet."
 
Jayde did as she was told, taping together her ankles. "My wrists?" she asked curiously. It wasn't how to do it that she was concerned about, but how to get it off once they were done. "How do I get it off?" she asked hesitantly, waiting for his answer before putting it on.
 
"I've already considered that," he promised her. "And I'm not very happy being questioned, slut. Before you get going, stand up and spank yourself a few times, since I'm not there to discipline you myself. Go on, give it a good smack. I should hear it over the webcam. Try to aim for a bruise; I would be."
 
"Sorry sir.." she told him, disappointed in herself for upsetting him. She turned and bent over, looking back briefly to make sure he had a good view before smacking her ass a couple of times, wincing each time her hand landed on her skin.

After a few smacks, she followed his previous instructions for bounding her wrists together.
 
"The view is magnificent," he told her as she bent over and smacked her ass. He was proud of her; she didn't flinch from punishing herself in the slightest. She had followed his every instruction, even one to hurt herself, when he was halfway across town. Absolutely delicious. He couldn't wait to have her in his power again. That is, of course, if she was still speaking to him after this, but he was confident she'd come back if he applied the right pressure.

"That was very good," he said happily. "Now this is a very mean little game. Your husband is going to be home in...oh, I'd say twenty minutes. The goal if this game is to find a way out of that before he gets there. I'll leave the camera on and see how you're doing."
 
Once she got the duct tape secured around her wrists, she looked up at Mr. Harris for further instructions. "What.." Had she heard him correctly? How in the hell was she supposed to get out of them?

"But.. you said.." her voice trailed off as she stared at him, a bitter look spreading across her face. How would she explain this to john?
 
"Your cover story can be that it was a surprise for him," he said over the webcam. "I'm not completely heartless, that's a way out. Of course then you'll lose the game, and when you see me again I'll either reward or punish you. Come on come on, you can think of something. The edge of the desk looks kind of sharp, maybe there's a letter opener you can use. Well if not I'm sure the idiot will be happy to find you all trussed up like that for him."
 
She laughed shortly as he said she could surprise John. "Right.." she said, letting the irritation in her voice show. He wouldn't have any idea how to handle that. Besides, she didn't want him. She tried to hook the tape under the corner of the table, desperately trying to tear it.
 
She had torn the tape pretty far along when she heard the key in the lock. John opened the door and walked into the house, calling out for her. Before she could answer he had stumbled across her; bound; clothespins dangling from her nipples and clit.

"Honey!" he said. "What happened? Did somebody rob the house?"

He didn't notice Mr. Harris turning off the webcam on the computer behind her, or that it had ever been on. He did, however, reach down and yank off one of the clothespins, filling her nipple with the agonizing pain of blood rushing back into the deprived appendage.
 
It took her a few minutes, but she finally got the tape torn a little. From there, it was a little easier to work with. After getting it torn about halfway down, she heard John calling to her.

She froze, wondering how in gods name she was going to make this believable. "No.." she said awkwardly. "I was waiting for you." she told him, biting her lip slightly. He had always loved when she did that, so she hoped by adding that in it would make it seem like she actually was waiting for him to come and have his way with her.

She felt her body tense up as he pulled the clothespin off, pain flowing through her body. She clenched her teeth, trying not to to make any sounds that would reveal her pain.
 
"In the computer room?" he said, looking a little weird. Then his eye caught the duct tape where she had left it. "I guess you really did do this to yourself...honey, were you looking up porn? Because I haven't been able to do the stuff you wanted in bed? Is this the kind of thing you're into, getting tied up?"

He knelt next to her and reached out to touch her breast.

"Because you look kind of good like that..."
 
"No.. I haven't been looking at porn." she said, blushing slightly. "I just.. wanted to try something new." she told him, looking up at him, seeing his eyes wander over her.

She smiled as his hand groped her breast. Maybe he would actually take some initiative this time.
 
"Uhm," he said, looking at her. He was flushed. He obviously had never considered this before. He reached down and pulled off the other clothespins; it wasn't a decisive move he obviously didn't realize how much that hurt her. However when it was done, he did lean down and suck on her breast, then kiss her.

"Now tell me if I'm hurting you," he said, grasping her hips and rolling her over on her hands and knees; the tape prevented him from really getting in between her legs. She heard her pants unzip, felt him thrust forwards...

Felt his completely flaccid penis slap uselessly against her ass. He tried a few more times, then there was the sound of him jerking himself off, trying to get hard.

Then, "Hey, what happened to your ass?"
 
She closed her eyes, tensing up again as he removed the clothespin. A soft whimper escaped her lips, but she was almost certain he hadn't heard it.

She couldn't help but shake her head as he acted so cautious behind her. Even though it was only John, and he was still being wimpy about all of it, she felt herself get a little excited as she heard his pants unzip. Maybe it would just take some time. He could get used to this.

Those thoughts faded as she felt his cock against her, completely soft. She was about to tell him to just forget it when he asked what had happened to her ass. "I.. um, fell."
 
Jayde sat silently as he removed the tape, making no attempt to hide the irritated look she had on her face. As soon as he freed her hands and ankles, she stood up and made her way towards the door.

"Just forget it John." she said angrily, walking out of the room.
 
They both went to bed upset that night; in the morning, he left without talking to her at all, and without leaving out any kind of breakfast. It wasn't too long before her phone rang again; it was him.

"Good morning, whore," he said. "To the delight of my employees, I've decided to take the day off work. I want you to come to my home and spend the day with me."
 
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