Whatever he wants, you're going to do it in shackles.

"Stand up and turn around," he commands, watching you scramble to your feet. Your shorts are now a rag held up the waistband, your thong another rag around one thigh. You gaze at him from under lowered eyelids as you turn your back on him, not wanting to take your eyes off his face.

He steps forward and lifts the object in his hand to your shoulders. It's a shiny steel bar with shackle attachments, and you shiver at the feel of it, biting your lip as you start to understand it's purpose.

With a metallic click a collar clamps around your neck, making you gasp with excitement. He pulls your arms out and cuffs them just above the elbows, effectively restraining your movements. You gaze over your shoulder at him, your face a mask of your utter submission.

"Turn," he commands, and without hesitation you face him, eager to please, **** to obey.

He clips a chain to a ring at the front of the collar, then cups your breast in one strong hand. You moan softly at the pleasure of his touch, then squeal as something clamps hard on your nipple. You wriggle with pain and exquisite pleasure, gasping for breath.

Looking down you see a metal clip squeezing your stiff nipple, and he shows you a second clip, opening it slowly before clamping it on your other breast.

"OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH GOD! OHHHHH YESSSSS!" You can't stop the long groan of ecstasy you emit, nor the new wave of orgasm that ripples through you. You stagger as the spasms of pleasure rock you, and only his strong hands save your from falling. The clips, attached to the chains hanging from your collar, pull tight as you shudder, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through your hyper-sensitized nipples.

"Thank you....oh God thank you...." you moan, totally lost in the pleasures of your degradation. He holds you until you have your balance back then reaches into a pocket and pulls out a box cutter. For a moment you fear he means to cut you, knowing you are helpless to resist, but with a few quick slashes he cuts the rags of your remaining clothing away, leaving you naked except for your shoes.

Without a word he pushes you to your knees, looking down at your face as you stare back at him, mutely acknowledging your total submission to his will. He smiles and unzips his pants, freeing his hard cock. To your battered sensibilities it looks like the most important, the most beautiful thing in the world right now, and you wait for him to pull your face to him and **** it into your mouth.

He doesn't move, just stands watching you, his eyes dark and deep. Licking your lips and looking up at him you lean forward prepared to stop at any moment if he commands it. He watches you as you open your soft mouth, gently taking the head of his cock into you, rubbing your tongue over it as you start to suck him. You wish you could use your hands to give him greater pleasure, but with them shackled as they are they're totally useless to you.

You stare up at him as you use your mouth, worshipping him as you pleasure him. Worshipping your owner, your master. You realize that with each new degradation he imposes another layer of the old Lisa is peeled away.

As you suck his thick meat and look up at his commanding eyes, you wonder what the new Lisa will be like.