�Sub.' �Yes Master.' �You will shower immediately and alone. Ensure you are completely shaved and bowel is empty before you return to me. You have 30 minutes.' �Yes Master.' I now obey him without question. Never questioning his requests, never questioning my immediate obedience. It is natural. I ran to the bathroom, reaching into my toiletry bag, I removed a small 15ml enema and inserted it into my bowels, squeezing the contents until all had been inserted. I then shaved my pussy and arse, carefully checking that every hair had been removed. I turned my pussy lips outwards, carefully shaving along the edge, bending over and shaving my arse crack and around my bud, whilst checking in the mirror that the task was completed correctly. I emptied my bowels as instructed and cleaned myself up under the shower before drying off and applying a small amount of moisturizer to my body from face to toes. I returned to the room, Master was sitting on the couch, a drink in his hand. He checked his watch as I entered. �Kneel on the bed, head down, arse on the side here'. I obeyed at once, kneeling on the bed while Master moved about the room. My head was on the mattress, arms stretched out above my head, my legs were on the bed except for my feet, ensuring that my arse was where he desired it. The chain around my waist remained in place, the clamp on my clitoris dangling as I waited for Master to use me. He walked behind me and stroked my arse, my lower back and arse again. �Nice. You have tanned well Sub.' �Thank You Master.' I mumbled into the bed. Slap�.'Oww'.Slap�.'Eww'�.Slap�'Ssst'�.Slap�'Arhh'.Slap��.

He slapped each cheek many times, hard and quickly. The stinging sensation ripped through my already reddened skin as he spanked me hard. I struggled to maintain my position, digging my toes and fingers into the bed covering as I tried to be as still and quiet as possible for him. Trying to take my mind off the spanking I realized that it was Dinner time. I was not hungry; we had grazed all day on the boat, nibbling on various foods while sailing around the island. Eventually his torture slowed and he gently rubbed my cheeks, moving his fingers to my pussy, entering and fingering me roughly. The feeling behind my clitoris was more intense than ever. It verged on being painful but when he reached under and tugged the chain, I screamed loudly. He pulled it again, causing me to lose balance and fall onto my stomach. Master sighed loudly.

�Legs up.' I bent both legs upwards spreading my knees wide for him as he pulled the chain again, taking up the tension on it so that I was holding my breath in anticipation of the pain. Again and again he gently pulled on the chain, eased it off and pulled it again until I was unable to stop myself from screaming out again. �Master�oh Master�' �Suck it in Sub.' Again he pulled the chain, finally holding it taut for a few seconds before adding another length of chain. He looped it around my uncuffed ankles and draped it over my shoulder as he moved to my head. My legs wobbled as he pulled the chain to a taut tension on my clit, gritting my teeth as he tugged again before speaking. �Open.' I opened my mouth and he tucked the chain in, followed by the scarf gag, tied tightly behind my head. �I am showering, do not move your legs or your clit will be pulled again, pull it and pleasure yourself and you will be punished. Understand Sub? I nodded gently. My chest heaved and pussy squirmed, as I wanted so badly to pull on it again. The agony of the hard tension on my clit was far better than the sensation of denial that I was now experiencing. Easing my head into the mattress I moaned loudly several times, slowly bringing myself down by breathing deeply and slowly. Master seemed to shower forever and my un-shackled legs ached as I fought the urge to lower them to the bed or move them in any way and pull on my clit clamp. Strangely, my legs felt less secure without the ankle cuffs and ropes tied to them, I was restraining myself now and it was hard work. Master entered the room, un-gagged me and removed the chain from my ankles. �Stand.' He barked at me.

I struggled to my feet as he ordered. The chain from the clit clamp dangled between my legs. He turned my shoulders around so that I was facing him, I cast my eyes down, not wishing to make eye contact with him.

�I will not remove the clamp on your Clitoris until I believe that you deserve to orgasm. �Yes Master.' Master pulls the two chairs from the small dining table and places them back to back in the center of the room. He then removes the gag, blindfold, ropes and cuffs from his sports bag. �Good� Hmmm. Move over here and kneel on the floor. I want to try something.' Master gags me tightly with the ball gag. He places the mask over my eyes and then ties a cloth around it tightly. He also collars me which is unusual, but adds to the stimulation and anticipation of the evening ahead. He then plugs me with a large dildo, leaving my pussy empty. My eyes are large with fear under the mask, I cannot anticipate what he has planned for tonight, but as with last night, I feel it is going to be a long hard session. He pulls me to my feet and positions me kneeling on one of the chairs, facing backwards, pulling hard on my breasts so that they are hanging over the back of the chair. He cuffs my ankles and ties them to the chair legs tightly. He wraps a rope around my waist, tying it tightly to the chair, looping it around my body again and again, pulling tightly each time, forcing me to lean over the back of the chair even further. He then cuffs my wrists, attaches rope to the cuffs and pulled them behind my back, threading the rope through the cuffs he then wraps it around my arms just below the elbows, forcing them to be straight behind me. He then pulls it tight; threads back through the cuffs and downwards. He threaded the rope between my legs, before moving in front of me. He parted my pussy lips, threaded the rope through, carefully ensuring that the clamp on my clit was to one side before pulling it upwards, tying it to the top of the chair back I was dribbling and groaning into the gag by this stage, bursting with both excitement and fear, barely able to move a muscle. I can feel him walking around me. He pulls on my arms, pressing the rope into my pussy hard causing me to flinch. He checks my legs, rubbing the soles of each foot, again making me jerk on the chair. He presses on the dildo, fingering my pussy around the ropes, tugging slightly on the chain, not enough to hurt me, enough to warn me to behave� he was sending me a message, and I was determined to comply. He is in front of me, my breasts are hanging free, I begin to wonder if he has forgotten them. He caresses them both. Gently stroking them as he moves behind me again. He runs his finger under the collar; it is firmly around my neck with just enough room for his finger. I swallow hard. There are loops on each side, positioned under each ear, and I feel him clip onto them both. He pulls my head up and backwards, stretching my neck back and clipping the collar to the cuffs on my wrists. Now if my arms moved at all they pulled my head down backwards or the rope harder onto my pussy. I grunt into the gag. This was uncomfortable and painful. I move my fingers and toes, trying to move a millimeter to find comfort. I hear Master move about the room.

He is close to me again, I can smell him.