Chapter 3 BDSM part 3

The big wooden table sat in the center, waiting like an old friend.

Lou's hands shook a bit as she started to strip. She pulled off her shirt first, letting it drop to the floor. Her bra came next, freeing her breasts, which already felt heavy with anticipation. Her nipples perked up in the cool air. Pants and panties followed, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of them naked, her skin prickling. Dante watched her with those intense eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't say a word, but his gaze made her feel small and owned.

'Eager tonight?' he asked, his voice low and rough. Lou nodded, biting her lip. 'Yes, Master. I can't wait.' She stood there, hands at her sides, letting him look. Her pussy already felt warm, a little damp just from the thought of what was coming.

Dante picked up the leather harness from the shelf. It was black and sturdy, with thick straps that crisscrossed the body. He motioned for her to come closer. Lou stepped forward, her heart thumping. He started buckling it on himself, his strong hands working slowly. First, the main band around her waist, pulling it snug so it hugged her curves. Then the straps over her shoulders, framing her breasts and pushing them up a bit. One strap went between her legs, pressing right against her pussy lips and up her ass crack. It rubbed her clit just enough to make her gasp as he tightened it.

He checked each buckle, tugging to make sure it held. The leather was cool at first but warmed quickly against her skin. It bit in places, Danteing faint lines that would last hours. Lou felt trapped already, even without the ropes. 'Perfect,' Dante said, stepping back to admire. Her body looked ready—exposed, harnessed, waiting for more.

'On the table,' he ordered. Lou climbed up, the wood smooth and cool under her back. She lay down and spread her arms and legs wide, like she knew he wanted. The harness kept her steady as she stretched. Dante grabbed the thick ropes from the corners. He tied her wrists first, looping the rope around and pulling it tight to the table legs. Her arms strained, muscles pulling. Then her ankles, spreading her legs even wider until her pussy was on full display, the harness strap splitting her lips slightly.

She tested the bonds, tugging a little. No give. She was stuck, spread-eagle and helpless. Her breath came faster, chest rising and falling. The anticipation made her nipples harden more, and a trickle of wetness escaped her pussy, dampening the table under her ass.

Dante picked up the whip. It was the same short one with leather tails, flexible and stingy. Tonight, he started lighter, like he promised himself. He stood behind her, out of sight. The first strike landed on her right ass cheek—a soft whoosh, then a smack. It stung, but not too bad. Warmth spread right away. Lou moaned low, her body jerking a tiny bit. 'One,' she whispered, counting like he sometimes made her.

He hit the left cheek next, same light force. Pink bloomed on her skin. He kept going, alternating sides, warming her up slow. Each strike built the heat, turning her ass a soft red. The pain was like a warm buzz now, mixing with the throb in her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, juices leaking out and pooling on the table. Her moans grew louder with each hit—'Two, three, four...' Up to ten on each side. Her ass cheeks glowed, sensitive to the air.

Dante paused, running his palm over the warm skin. 'Nice and red,' he said. Lou whimpered, pushing back as much as she could. But he wasn't done. He moved around to her front, whip in hand. Now he aimed lower, under her breasts. The tails flicked light across the soft undersides, making her tits jiggle. It tickled at first, then stung. Her nipples peaked harder, standing out like little peaks begging for touch.

He did it a few times on each breast, careful not to hit the nipples yet. The skin there turned pink too, and Lou's back arched, pulling at the ropes. 'Oh, Master,' she breathed. Her pussy clenched, more wetness dripping down. The table was slick under her now.

Satisfied with the warm-up, Dante set the whip aside. He reached for the nipple clamps from the box. These were the metal ones with sharp teeth and a chain linking them. He twisted the screws a bit tighter than last time, testing them on his finger first. Lou watched, her eyes wide. Fear and want twisted in her gut.

He knelt by her side, leaning over her left breast. His fingers pinched the nipple, rolling it rough to make it swell. It hurt a little, but the pull sent sparks to her core. Then the clamp—click, and it bit down. Pain shot through her like fire, sharp and hot. Lou cried out, a high yelp that echoed in the room. Her body tensed, ropes creaking.

'Breathe,' Dante said calmly. She did, panting through it. The pain faded to a deep throb, pulsing with her heartbeat. Pleasure snuck in behind it, making her pussy flood. He did the right one next, twisting it even tighter. Another cry, louder. Now both nipples were clamped, the chain dangling between them. Every breath tugged it, sending jolts down her body.

Dante's hand trailed down her stomach, slow and teasing. His fingers brushed the harness strap, then dipped lower. He spread her pussy lips with two fingers, feeling the slick heat. 'So ready,' he murmured, sliding one finger inside her. She was soaked, walls gripping him tight. He pumped it a few times, thumb grazing her clit. Lou bucked, moaning. 'Please...'

He pulled out, smirking. From the shelf, he grabbed the vibrating dildo. This one was larger than before—thick as three fingers, long, with ridges along the shaft.