She's Put on Display

“I think I do,” Richard stood up. He was naked now, but he felt absolutely no shame. With a flick, the radio was silenced. He knew what he was going to do already. He’d made preparations. Kara’s naked body was so close. He reached up with one hand, playing with the glowing piercings that ran through her nipples.

The breath caught in her lungs, a shudder raced through her followed by a small moan.

“Did you have fun, my little slut? Did you like dancing for me?”

“Yes sir,” she gasped, “So, so much!”

“Well, now it’s time for me to have fun.”

He took Kara by the hand and led her up towards the stage which he had prepared earlier. As well as the large pole which ran from the floor to the ceiling - which served an obvious purpose - there was a smaller one set on a metal stand. The stand was big enough for someone to stand on, their feet on either side of the shaft. The tip of the shaft resembled a hardened cock, and the pole itself could be lengthened or retracted.

Kara’s eyes rested on it, the realisation playing through her face in a way that Richard enjoyed immensely.

“But first, your arms are far too free.”

He reached for the armbinder, the same one that Kara had been in when he’d found her in the crate. Its leather form slid over her slender arms, as he pulled them back behind her. Kara gasped, a little moan tumbling from her lips. Her chest was thrust forward. One of Richard’s hands secured the binder, the other snaked around her body to grope and rub her nipples.

“Master,” she moaned softly. “Oh god master…”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Richard chuckled. “A little slut all excited for her place. And what is your place, Kara?”

she was still moaning; her nipples were straining. They were so hard! Her body shifted, her arms pulled at the binder but had no way to break free.

“I’m still waiting.”

“It’s whatever you say it is, sir!”

“Damn right!”

He steered her over to the shorter pole, her body trembling with anticipation. He told her to stand with her feet spread, her pussy exposed. His fingers played with her folds, caressing her labia as she jerked and gasped.

“You know what this is, Kara?”

She shook her head.

“It’s a one-bar prison. You’re about to see why it’s called that. Stand exactly where you are.”

He had worried that he would have to use lubrication but after the strip dance and after being manhandled and bound, Kara was as wet as could be. Her clitoris was engorged, swollen with want and desire. Wetness seeped between her labia. Her breathing was quick and short.

Her back arched when she felt the kiss of the bar against her parted lower lips. Richard took great pleasure in reaching down and pulling her labia apart, exposing her fully and completely. The tip of the dildo penetrated her then, poking inside of her only barely.

But that was about to change. Richard began to raise the pole. Kara squeaked, her eyes widened, inch by inch and notch by notch, she felt it begin to **** its way inside of her.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, not sure what to do or say.

“I’m going to fuck you, Kara,” Richard said. “I am going to totally ruin you. Before the night is done, you’re going to be a dripping mess, not even able to support your own weight. You’re going to be my fucktoy and I will use you hard.”

Kara whined desperately, the dildo forcing its way further inside of her. Rivulets of her wetness began to work their way down the shaft. By instinct, she rose to the tips of her toes, the bar forcing her legs to extend.

Richard waited until he thought she could take no more, then gave it a few more notches anyway.

“Look at you,” he said. “Standing there with your arms bound, a metal pole fucking your pussy. So wet that you’re dripping! You really were born to be a ****, weren’t you? This is what you always wanted. Admit it.”

Kara shook her head, but her face was crimson with blood and her eyes were wide. Her body was shifting, constantly in motion. The dildo buried deep inside of her, so deep that she couldn’t pull away. She was trapped there, pinned to the metal bar like a **** should be. On full display for her master.

She loved it. Her body was grinding against the pole; her face was crimson. She was breathing so quickly. He reached out again, his fingers ran over her form. The fullness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples. The gentle moans and gasps she made as he teased her areola filled him with lust and want.

There was a length of chain in his hand as he approached her again. He hooked it to each of her nipple clamps and drew it tight! Kara whined, gasping and moaning; her body pulled forward as her breasts were drawn together. Her nipples followed the angles of the piercings as he lifted the chain up and connected it to one of the dangling hooks from the roof.

Next, he moved behind her back, taking the trailing edge of her armbinder and looping a chain around that, tying it tight to one of the hooks in the floor. He pulled it and Kara grunted and squealed, suddenly being dragged in two ways, both up and down.

Richard took a step back to admire his work. Kara was standing now with her arms directly behind her back, the binder locked to the ground while her tits were being **** into the air.

A smile pulled at his lips. He ran his fingers over her chest, her skin was so warm, her nipples so hard. She moaned, her legs trembling at his touch.

“This is the sound you should be making, Kara,” Richard whispered. “Before, you asked me to punish you. No, you asked me to absolutely ruin you. I will ask you one time and one time only. Do you still want that?”

He turned away before she could answer, stepping towards one of the shelves where he wrapped his fingers around the leather-bound hilt of a crop. Kara’s eyes followed, widening at the implication. But even so, she still managed to whisper.

“Master, please treat me however you want. Please punish me and show me my place.”

Richard smiled and moved forward. Step by step, slow and gradual. The crop felt heavy in his hands. He brought it down against this palm, once, twice, three times.

“What are you, Kara?”

“I-I-”

“Not fast enough.”

The crop lashed out against her naked body. Kara jerked, her face contorted and she loosed a ragged gasp.

“I’m your ****!”

The crop snarled again; Kara let out a yelp, and her body vibrated under the impact. There were tears in her eyes; her skin was marked and red, but she leaned into each strike.

“I’m your slut! I’m your slut sir! I’m your personal toy to use and fuck!”

“Better,” Richard said. He moved closer now, rubbing the tip of the crop against her pussy. Her labia parted; wetness seeping into the leather as Kara moaned in desperation and frustration. He brought the trailing edge of the tool upwards, rubbing it against her aching clit.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck….”

“Do you like that, Kara? The feeling of being totally and completely in my power?”

She said nothing and the tool lashed out again; a flash of motion and she jerked; the skin on her left breast turning red with the impact. Kara’s spin twisted, the clamps on her breasts holding her cruelly as she tried to pull away.

“When I ask a question, you answer.”

“Yes sir!”

“Now, let’s try again. Do you like being my personal slut, Kara? Do you like being my toy?”

“I love it…”

Kara was looking at the ground, her eyes brimmed with humiliation; her face so red, and her voice trembling.

“I love it so much, master. It makes me feel so hot and wet to know that you can use me, punish me. Make me squeal and moan and gasp.”

He ran the trailing edge of the crop across her chest, nuzzling the clamps which held her breasts taut. Kare gasped, muttering more and more quickly to herself as he toyed with her sensitive skin.

His cock was so hard. It was straining, standing erect. Her pussy was wet; her labia were swollen with desire, the single bar of her prison penetrated her, the metal now soaked with her wetness.

“I could fuck you with this crop,” Richard said. “Make you cum to it, all bound up and helpless. Not even allowed to feel my direct touch. Wouldn’t that make you feel like such a slut? Wouldn’t that just be so humiliating?”

“Yes,” Kara gasped, but whether she was answering or simply reacting to the scene he painted, Richard did not know.

He kissed her then, getting her right on the mouth. One of his hands trailed across her side, sliding across her silken skin. She felt so hot. So warm, she recoiled in shock but kissed him back quickly. Her touch was eager, warm, and inviting.

He was kissing her harder, deeper, pulling her close so greedily. The soft skin of her breasts pressed against this chest, his hands were around her back. She writhed in his grasp, her eyes widening, her body pounding and hot.

He broke the kiss; running one hand along her parted labia. The swelling of her vulva felt so warm to the touch. Her clit must have been screaming because as he trailed his finger closer and closer, her whole body began to shake.

“Tell me why I should fuck you right now,” he whispered into her ear. “Impress me.”

Kara squirmed, desperation edged her voice.

“H-how? Master, how? I want so badly!”

“You’re a clever girl. Think of something.”

Kara squealed as he pulled at the clamps holding her nipples, shivers ran across her whole body. Her eyes closed, and she swallowed, trying to think through the pounding need which ached through her at that moment.

“I could make a new box, sir! A-a better box!”

“Better how?”

Two of his fingers slipped into her entrance, grinding against her pussy slowly. Every penetration was accompanied by a gasping moan.

“Use your words.”

“I can tailor it to myself, sir! I know my own limits better than anyone! I-I can make it so that it feels so good, so that it gives me no breaks! I can have it mix pain and pleasure, never give me a chance to rest! I-I can make it so that it can keep me just barely on the edge for hours without letting me cum! Or…or I can make it so it can **** me to cum again and again and again until I’m just begging you to stop!”

“That does sound fun,” Richard’s fingers sped up, “But how does it work for me? You’re the one in the box.”

“Because sir, I can make it so you can see into it! I can make special glasses, or have some sort of recorder! Y-you could have it in your office as you meet people! Visitors would be walking by every day and not knowing that the box held your chained slut who was cumming her brains out right under their nose!