EXTRACT FOR
Dungeon of Bondage
(Mistress Daria)

I wiggled my ass with a smile and she leaned down to grab me by the hair again and growled into my ear. "This is not a joke, slut. We still have much to do ... starting with your clothes. They are in the way."



She felt me shiver. She released my hair and went back to the workbench and pulled out a knife. It had a narrow blade and was razor sharp. I couldn't see the knife, so I didn't see it coming when she started to slice off my tank top. She slid the knife up my back with the blade away from my skin. It easily cut the fabric all the way up to my neck. Then she sliced each of the short sleeves .... and the useless piece of clothing fell away from my body. She watched me shiver again. My bra took even less time to cut away. She picked up the destroyed pieces of clothing and tossed them in the corner.



She smiled as she looked at me. I had no idea what she would do to me. I knew that she would use a paddle or a crop, but that was all. I was already surprised at what she was doing to my clothing. She slid the tip of the knife under my skirt between my thighs. She started a little tear and then ripped the skirt open completely. She sliced it at the waist and it dropped to the floor beneath me. Finally, she pulled the panties away from the outside of my thigh and sliced through them easily. She then did the other panties leg and the panties dropped on top of the skirt. She picked my ruined skirt and panties and tossed them on top of the other clothes that were now rags.



She moved in from behind. She couldn't help but stare at my naked flesh. It was obvious she was making me wet. My tight little pussy was glistening. She grinned and went back to the work bench. She grabbed out a collar and another piece of rope. She came back and put the collar on me. Another surprise ... I gasped, but didn't utter a word. She watched me tremble. She tied the rope to my collar, then reached up with the other end of the rope to slide it through a pulley. She tugged the rope snugly and tied it off to the wall. She glared back at me, satisfied that I was immobile ... yet vulnerable.



There was one last thing she needed to do. From the work bench, she took out two nipple clamps that had weights attached. She knelt beside me. I couldn't see what she had in her hand, but I could feel her fingers on my nipple as I whimpered. Then I cried out when I felt the clamp fasten down on one nipple. Within a few seconds, I felt the clamp squeeze down on my other nipple. The weights weren't too heavy, but if I moved, the weights moved ... and I could definitely feel them. I learned that early on and tried to hold steady. However, she had already known that would be impossible. There was one ring on the floor beneath my breasts. She'd considered tying the nipple clamps down to that lonely ring, but she decided against it thinking it might be a bit much for me.



She knelt beside me once again. "Remember what I said, slut. You may beg, but you aren't allowed to cum until I give you me permission to do so. But, don't be afraid or ashamed to use your safe word."



"Yes, Mistress .... oh my god!"