Uncle removed my bra. He then walked me over to stand with my back to a wall. The rough wood scrapped, but was smooth enough that I didn’t worry about splinters. He sucked on my nipples and I moaned. I swear that every nerve in my body begins with my nipples! He tugged and bit until I was dancing from foot to foot with the pain of it and with the need to come.
He pulled back and said, “Like that, you naughty girl. You know what happens to naughty girls when they go out on dates don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Of course you do. They get punished don’t they.”
He began to slap my large breasts. Biting my lip, I strove to keep my hands down.
“But you like this, don’t you. Don’t answer. I can smell your wetness through your panties. I know you do. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please!” I begged, tears flowing down my face. “Please, Uncle, fuck me.”
He laughed and I knew he wasn’t finished torturing me. Instead I felt his hard fingers twist my nipples then the bite of cold metal.
“No! Please,” I cried. Shit! I’d spoken without permission!
He paused and asked if I wanted to use my safe word. I shook my head and said no.
Then, he raised the chain liking the clamps to my mouth.
“Open. This will remind you not to speak and keep a nice tension on those clamps. Do not let that chain fall from your mouth,” he warned. “Do not come without permission. Do not beg.”
I concentrated on the cold steel in my mouth. I focused on breathing.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised.
Joy surged inside of me. I could do this. As long as it pleased it, I could do this.