You need to learn discipline

Wordlessly, he pulls you to your feet, the movement making the chains tighten and tug on your clamped nipples and clit. You give a whimper of pain and excitement as he leads you to the scaffold, standing you under it while shackles your ankles to the side posts, forcing your legs apart. He then lowers shackles and clamps them round your upper arms leaving you standing chained and helpless, your arms extended by the bar and collar.

He looks at you thoughtfully, as though considering options. You squirm slightly under his gaze, your restrained body trembling with anticipation and excitement. You fear to speak, fear than any words you have will displease him, fear that he will discard you. You know that if he utterly rejected you it would be more than you could bear, and you bite your lip in anxious need.

After a moment's silent consideration he rolls a floor length mirror in front of you, letting you see yourself chained and bound, clamps squeezing your sensitive flesh. You see the glisten of moisture on your pussy and thighs, the look of ****, frantic desire on your face. The image of yourself in restraints is so exciting you can't help but gasp, wriggling in your restraints.

"You are not allowed to come," he says quietly, coming close to you. "Not without my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes...yes...master..." you whimper.

"You need to learn discipline. You need to be trained that you are only permitted to do what I allow. Do you understand?"

"Yes...master...yes...I understand..." His words of cold command an the image of yourself bound and helpless has your pussy flowing with arousal, and you can see your labia swelling and flowering with your need.

He takes a light chain and clips in around your waist, letting his hand fondle you lightly as he attaches it. You writhe against the touch of his hand, wanting to urge him to fuck you, but not daring to voice your desire. As you watch in the mirror he attaches another chain to the one around your waist, this one much shorter and with a clamp on the end. For a moment you don't realize what he's doing.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH PLEASE!" you squeal as he attaches that to your labia and pulls one side open. The shock and the pain is drowned by the thrill of the feeling and the image of yourself in the mirror.

"You are not allowed to come!" he says sternly, his voice against your ear.

"Yes master...I'm trying...master.." you whimper, fighting for control, battling against the sensations that rage in your body.

"OH GOD! PLEASE...DON'T...PLEASE...OH GOD!" you scream as he attaches another chain and clamp, pulling the other lip open, spreading you wide, exposing the wet pink glory of your cunt. You can feel an orgasm building inside you, feeling the surge growing as you whimper, looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Please Master...please may I come...please Master..." you beg, wriggling in your bonds, every movement making the five clamps tug on your sensitive flesh, sending ripples of pain and pleasure through you.