A grand display

“What is your idea, master?” I asked nervously.

She didn’t answer. Instead she looked me up and down and nodded as she saw the wetness between my legs. I blushed as she apparently found reassurance by my obvious arousal. I was still trying to ride the high of her having just touched me in a way that felt sexual even though she was just trying to make up for scaring me and making me scald myself.

“Follow me.”

I followed her down the hall to the room she had been in at least a couple times since I got here. I wondered if she had been making a makeshift dungeon for me. Maybe that’s where all the toys were, the ones she had ordered and I had seen the boxes for. My mind was focused on painful BDSM toys and I trembled with each step. Spiked paddles, anal hooks to tie into my hair, and nipple clamps with no rubber cushioning, and those weren’t even that ****, there were others that could be worse. I took a deep breath as I tried to not let my mind run away with me. ‘Worrying is like paying on a debt that may never come due.’ It's an old quote I used to tell myself when my anxiety got too out of control.

We entered the room and it was dark. She turned on the light and I looked around. It was a home office, just a desk and some filing cabinets. Nothing terrible, at least not yet.

“Tell me, Dyke, have you ever had anything bigger than a finger inside your sopping puss.”

She was asking embarrassing questions again and I knew some sort of sexual task was about to happen. I didn’t want to help her make any decisions so I tried to deflect.

“Master, it’s personal.”

She got angry and put on a scowl.

“Nothing is personal anymore, because you’re not a person anymore. You’re property. My property. When I ask a question you answer it. You should know I’m asking for your benefit so if you don’t want to contribute I can make decisions without any extra information I might want or need. Know that if I do that I will always go with the what I would consider the worst option.”

I mewled and tried to hold back tears. I know I’m property now. I know I made it that way but I’m still a person. I have all the feelings of a person and she was causing them so much pain. Still I wanted to avoid the worst option so I guess I better just open up and hope she didn’t make fun of me too badly or use it against me.

“I have taken a strap-on, both strapless and regular, and other toys, master. They were enjoyable as long as my partner wasn’t too rough.”

She went from a scowl to a smirk and walked towards a filing cabinet.

“Okay, good. I don’t know anything about dyke sex except the obvious so I wasn’t sure if you’d only taken a finger. I don’t want to break you. At least not yet.”

I tried to take her words in the best way they can be interpreted which was that she didn’t want to break me. Whatever that meant.

“What about your bum?”

I grew hesitant. Anal would be a way she could truly dominate me but I doubt she’d be using a strap-on herself as it would be too close to having sex with me and she clearly didn’t want to give any indication we were growing closer.

“What about my bum, master?

“Have you ever taken a strap on or toy in your bum, like you have in your overly wet pussy?”

She was acting like I didn’t know how wet I was. I obviously know and I can’t help it all. I hoped she didn’t want anything too painful for my ass so I answered her question honestly and hoped for mercy. My anus was very sensitive and I had to turn down anything that would hurt more than it felt good. More dominant partners seemed to always want to go back there and I had to assert myself to stop them. I would allow a finger but nothing else. Now I wasn’t given a choice but I could at least hope to guide her.

“Just a finger master. It’s kind of tight back there.”

She opened the filing cabinet and I tried to get a look of what was in there. My toes curled in both fear, and curiosity and I couldn’t help but feel more aroused.

“At least one of your holes is.”

Well I walked into that one. I wish she would give me the chance to show her how tight I could be up front despite how wet I was and how parted my lips were. My lovers never complained.

She reached in and pulled something out. I turned my head afraid to look. I turned back and it was some rope. I wasn’t too afraid of being tied up as long as it wasn’t to stop me from defending myself which given her nature it might be. Then I remembered this would be how I was shown to my friends and I got nervous.

“Place your arms behind your back with each wrist touching the opposite elbow.”

I did as commanded. There seemed to be no point in resisting. I belonged to her and was her plaything if that's all she wanted for me. I hoped my cooperation would lead to a lesser form of torment.

The rope was very long so I began to worry that she had more in mind than just tying my arms. The rope was soft so it didn't scratch and was thankful for that minor concession for my comfort. She wrapped it around several times and pulled the rope in different directions and I couldn't exactly tell what was going on since I couldn't see but there was definitely a knot in there at least once. I didn't test how much it had me restrained as I didn't want to appear like I was resisting and her tightening it more to increase my discomfort or actually cause pain. she then wrapped it around above my right elbow before stepping around to face me. She said nothing as she then ran the rope below my breasts causing them to lift slightly. I mewled as I realized my breasts were becoming even more prominent which I thought was impossible given the fact I had no clothes.

"Shhh, it's okay, I'm not trying to hurt you."

I said nothing as she wrapped it around my other elbow creating tension that would keep my breasts lifted. She wrapped it around the binding in the back again before moving over it over my shoulder and bringing it back to the front, through my cleavage and crossing it through the rope running under my breasts and wrapping it around pulling higher and causing my breasts to go up more and putting pressure on my right boob. She crossed it over my other shoulder and putting more pressure on my left boob.

"Doesn't hurt, does it?"

She was showing concern. She cared whether I was hurt or not.

"No, master, it's perfect if it's how you want it."

She smiled, and it was beautiful.

"Ever the suck up."

I nodded and smirked. I just wanted to earn her favor. I could lose my friends' respect without caring if she would only love me or at least see me as a positive in her in life.

She crossed the rope back to my back and went behind me wrapping the rope around and tying amongst other movements with the rope I couldn't see. The pressure on my breasts was making me hornier and I wanted to grind my butt against her. I felt myself moving backwards and she put out her hand and pressed it against my butt and I moaned at just the touch.

"Calm down, cowgirl. I looked into a lot of rope play and I considered the cupcake before settling on this. Don't make me make this worse for you."

The cupcake is where you wrap the rope entirely around the breasts and pull it tight. I'd masturbated to pictures of it but don't think I'd ever want it done to myself, it looked painful.

"I'm sorry, master."

She smacked my ass but not hard and I could tell she knew it wasn't that hard. I didn't know what it meant. She brought the rope around front again under my armpit and then over the top of my breasts and I felt more pressure and it was... it was so hot. She crossed it under my armpit and I wanted to be her toy. I wanted to turn around and start humping her while restrained and knowing she'd punish me severely just made me want it more. The only thing stopping me was that my friends were coming and I didn't want them to think she was an abusive master. She cares so much about her reputation. I also didn't want them to see me any worse than I already am but that was secondary.

She tied the rope around the back and then she was behind me for a bit and then she brought it back around the front under my armpit against my neck on the right, resting against my collar, and then bringing it around back and running it through the rope in back again. She brought it under my other armpit and around against the other side of my collar. It seemed to be in a sort of star pattern up front but upside down. Like a pentagram. I had already given in to my demons so this didn't seem to make it any worse.

She tied it around back again and she pulled on it to make sure it didn't come loose creating more pressure. I felt my thighs were soaked and I just wanted her to touch me, even if it was rough, even if it hurt because I needed to go over the edge. Then there'd really be a mess because I'm pretty sure I'd squirt. She'd punish me severely, like I deserve. I tried to suppress these thoughts but this was so close to to the sub and domme relationship which I had considered the best possible relationship I could have with her if I couldn't make her love me.

She came around front and admired her work, or admired me as I'd like to think.

"Does this please you, master?"

She was smiling and looking me up and down.

"It does, Dyke, it does."

I smiled back, trying to look seductive and she just smirked and I could tell she was trying to make me feel pathetic but she didn't. I couldn't be more content. She was a master with the ropes and I wondered if this was really her first time. We heard the doorbell and I swallowed nervously ready to be shown off like a zoo animal.

"Am I ready to be presented?"

I was going to be displayed to my friends like this and I was still so turned on.

"Not quite, there's a couple more things I'd like you to do while I get to the door."

I tried not to be nervous because this seemed to go so well but I felt like if she had me do this first then the next thing would likely be worse. I remembered her questions about my ass and pussy and got scared as they hadn't come into play yet. I was sure she was going to do something to them and I was terrified of her doing it in front of my friends.