Disclaimer
This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real life.

If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments, brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at bentspoon@gmail.com. 
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The Morning Ritual 

Admit it, there is something sexy about a woman fresh from her bath. Her hair wet and clinging to her face, her body glistening with the faint remainder of recently wiped water, and the brown of her skin looking as rich as any paint mixed by the greatest painters. 

Rita walked out of the bathroom and straight into my room in just that fashion. 

For the rest of the world she was my boss. Only the two of us knew who the real boss was. 

A little more than two years ago Rita and me had come together as Manager and Assistant. From there is less that three months I had taken her to bed. After that first time there was no looking back. She just kept wanting more and more. She was insatiable and I felt myself struggling to keep up with her, until I discovered pain and humiliation. 

I first got the idea from a picture I saw on the web, where a woman was tied in the most exposed position. What struck me about the picture was the look of pleasure on the woman’s face. She was positively orgasming just by being in such a position. 

From that day Rita never knew what was to come. For her sex became a daily game of “what would he do to me today?”

That was when the morning ritual began. 

I sat on the bed admiring the female form in front of me. It was perfect, too perfect. I decided to use some of the toys she was not aware of this Monday morning. 

I opened my box and took out two rings, each had a screw going in at the side. I put a ring on her nipple and tightened the screw inward, until it had caught on to the nipple tight. I repeated this for the other nipple. She stepped back to let me admire my handiwork, she knew I liked to do that. 

I beckoned her to step forward, and I picked out two 1 mg weights from the box each of which I hung on to either nipple, so that it lightly tugged downwards. 

Then I picked out an underwear. Well, almost an underwear. It was nothing but a couple of straps. One went around her waist, and the other started from the front of the first strap and went under her, and came out the back. Both the straps had buckles. I first secured the strap around her waist. Then I passed the other strap below her, and to her back. 

“Not too tight please”, she pleaded. 

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“Tell me”

“I cum all through the day. I cant walk without having an orgasm.”

“Isn’t that nice?” I asked as I began to tighten the strap. 

“Its discomforting, and embarrassing.”

“Aahh”, she screamed as I pulled it tight. The strap was well into her cunt now. 

“One more hole”, I told her.

She bit her lips as she managed a “Hmmm” and nod to show she was ready. 

I pulled tighter until I got the buckle through one more hole and did it tight. 

“Walk”, I told her. 

She walked in an ungainly fashion. I knew that her juices were beginning to flow. Soon she was able to walk properly. 

“No bra”, I told her. 

She nodded. Her face was already beginning to glow with the arrival of her first orgasm for the day. There would be many more, and by the evening she would be too tired and worn out to refuse anything I would want of her. 

Now, isn’t that a perfect start to the day?
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