Page 50 of His To Obey

“What did I say?”

“Yes, sir.” She corrected. I was gonna have so much fun taming her.

“Good girl.” I moved around her grabbing the restraints for the ceiling harness. I wanted her up in the air, hanging freely by the hands. “What’s your safe word angel?” She smacked her lips and studied my movements as I tied the straps. “You losing your hearing?”

“No!” She fussed still watching me tie her to the hanging chains from the ceiling. Her ass still thought she was in control. Walking over to the stand I pulled out a black blindfold and made my way back to her. Removing the mask from her face. I kissed her lips softly before thumbing her cheek.

“Safe word?” I gave a small squeeze to her throat

“Mercy.” She whispered out breathlessly.

“Good girl.” I tied the blindfold securely around her head making sure she couldn’t see, not even a little bit. “Where’s the remote for this?”

“Why?”

“Are you questioning me?” I reached for the nipple clamp and positioned it securely on her left nipple.

“Ahh, shit. Sir. Please.”

“Please what angel? Does that hurt?”

“No, no sir.” I smiled even though she couldn’t see me.

“Good girl. Now I will ask again. Where is the remote love?”

“Why? Don’t lift me in the air.”

“Tisk tisk angel. After you did so well.” I reached over and grabbed the other clamp. Licking her nipple, I twirled my tongue around it making her moan out in pleasure. Before she could really start to enjoy my pleasure, I pinched down with the clamp.

“Oh my God!” She yelled out.

“Not God baby. Just Pharaoh. Now, final warning. Remote.”

“Shit, shit. Okay. By the door.” I looked in that direction and noticed a clear display housing several keys and remotes. Leaving her panting I moved over to them and read each remote. Taking my time because I know she was waiting impatiently for me to return. I found the one that said ceiling elevator. This shit was gonna be fun.

“So, what do you need your subs to say again?” I connected tiny, long chains to her nipple clamps and tugged to see if they would hold.

“Wait, oh my, wait, Pharaoh please.”

“Excuse me? What’s my name angel?”

“Sir, I’m sorry. Sir.”

“Good girl.” I pressed the remote and she started to lift painfully slow. “What must your subs say? I agree?”

“No.” She panted. Her body looked so damn good hanging from the ceiling. Her full breast with the clamps and chains hanging from her perky ass nipples. Her tattooed scar running from under her arm all the way down to her hip. Her hips, got damn them fucking hips. So full and wide. Leading to thick ass thighs and toned calves. I unbuckled her shorts and pulled them down her legs and past her heels. Turning her around I admired her round fat ass. Smacking it, it rippled like a wave. I couldn’t help but palm it and make it shake. She was high enough where her ass and pussy were eye level to me now. Right where I wanted her.

“I comply?”

“No.”

“No what?” I bit her ass cheek and reached around to pull the nipple chain.

“No sir!”

“I submit?” I turned her back around and ran my index finger from the middle of her breast down to her swollen clit.

“No, sir.” Her breathing was so labored I thought she would pass out.