Insatiable Hunger: Chapter 06

Master walks into the room and closes the door behind him. “You’ve been a naughty girl, making me wait so long,” he chuckles. “But it was nice of you to already be naked when I arrived. Saves me a lot of trouble.”

I sit up on the table at his words, “I’m sorry,” I say. “I wasn’t sure…”

He waves his hand away, “It’s okay. You’re here now and you’re mine.”

“One of these days you are going to have to tell how you do that?” I say, my voice trembling slightly as I meet his gaze. He chuckles, a low, resonant sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Do what, my curious little toy?” he asks, his fingers tracing the edge of my neck, sending sparks of anticipation through me. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know… how you just move me from place to place without me knowing it.”

Master’s fingers dance along the edge of my neck, each touch sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes, piercing and unyielding, lock onto mine, and I feel a surge of anticipation mixed with fear. “You want to know my secrets, little one?” he whispers, his voice low and teasing. I nod, my throat dry, and he chuckles, the sound reverberating through the room.

“In time,” he says, his breath grazing my ear as he steps closer, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the chill of the metallic chair. His fingers trail down, tracing the curve of my neck, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. “All good things come to those who wait,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, sending a ripple of anticipation through me. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest, as his hand continues its descent, brushing against my nipple before circling it with a deliberate slowness that makes me gasp.

“You know how I like to keep you on edge,” he says, his voice low and smooth, like velvet wrapping around my nerves. I nod at this. It’s something I know all too well. His fingers continue their teasing dance around my nipple, the touch light enough to send shivers coursing through me but not enough to satisfy the growing ache.

“Your nipples are very sensitive, aren’t they?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, as his fingers continue to circle the tender flesh. I nod, my breath catching in my throat as his touch sends waves of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. He leans closer, his warm breath brushing against my ear, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. “Yes, Master,” I whisper, my voice trembling. His fingers tighten slightly, and I gasp.

“Mmmm. I like that about you,” he says, his voice low and smooth, like velvet against my skin. “In fact, I think that is where we will start.” His fingers tighten around my nipple, the pressure increasing just enough to make me gasp, but not enough to cause real pain. I feel a surge of anticipation as he steps back. He walks over to a nearby table, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room.

Master grabs two small glass cylinders and a hand pump. He returns to stand in front of me. He pushes a button on the side of the table and the back part raises up.

“Lay back,” he commands. I lay back down on the padded table trying to get as comfortable as possible.

He puts one of the cylinders over my nipple and uses the pump to pump out the air. As he does so, I watch in awe as my nipple gets sucked and stretched into the tube.

He repeats the process with the other nipple, and soon enough, both nipples are encased in the cold, hard glass cylinders. I gasp as he steps back, taking in sight.

He steps back, a sly smile playing on his lips as he retrieves a set of leather straps from the nearby cabinet. The table beneath me seems to press into my skin as he approaches, the straps dangling ominously in his hands. “For this next part, I think you need to be restrained,” he says. I nod, my breath catching in my throat as he begins to secure my wrists to the table.

As Master’s fingers continued to tease my nipples, now encased in the cold glass cylinders, I felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The table beneath me shifted slightly, and before I could react, Master pressed another button. The bottom part of the table began to collapse slowly, and I felt a sudden rush of fear mixed with excitement. My wrists were still restrained, and I couldn’t move as the table’s surface changed, altering the angle of my body. Master’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched me adjust to the new position.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he says, his voice calm and controlled as he turns to leave. The door closes behind him, and the room falls into an oppressive silence. The cold glass cylinders still encase my nipples, and the weight of the restraints digs into my wrists.