SUSPENDED..

 Dustin crossed the threshold and stopped, holding his breath and listening for the faint sounds of her.  Satisfied by the silence, he turned and dropped his briefcase on the floor. The clack of the feet on the tile enough to alert her he was home.  The corners of his mouth twisting up into a smile at the clinking of the chains.
    It had been a long day, and he knew she was waiting for him just as he instructed.  His shoes clicked on each step as he ascended slowly, giving his girl time to anticipate her Master's arrival.  He paused again as she came into view.  A vision of red, from her hair to his favorite pair of lingerie.

 "Girl, did you miss me today?"  His voice was firm but soft.
    She looked at him, eyes dark and tempting.  "Yes Sir."
    Her voice is weak, exhausted from the post's unforgiving reach.  His hands caress her stomach, making her jump and the chains rattle.  Her eyes pleading for release, but the words never escaping her lips.  And they wouldn't.  She knew she would rest when he was sated.
    "Come."  Dustin moves to release the chain from it's hook, catching her as she stumbles into his arms. He holds her, feeling the tremble in her body as she leans on him for support.
    "You did well, Girl."  His hand strokes her back tenderly as she smiles up into his eyes.
    "Thank you Sir."  she closes her eyes and he kisses her, a reward for the first of her completed tasks.

   "Do you need to rest?" His question is sincere, but moot.
    With a deep breath she straightens her back and looks him in the eye with conviction that speaks of love. "Not until Master is done with me."
    His smile makes her flush.  Taking her by the hand he leads her to the crane, pulling down the chains with a loud screech.  He turns to reach for her, but her arms are already outstretched.  Her eyes on him, watching for each of his physical cues.  The clasps fit with a clink and he tugs them to check they are secure.  With a slow turn of the handle the chains begin to draw her arms up, over her head again.  His aching need swelling a bit as he hears her whimpers escape those perfect lips.
    "You are a vision, Girl."  With a final turn her feet leave the ground and the weight of her shifts and swings before him.

    He moves to watch her, the rise and fall of her chest, the flush of her cheeks, the line of sweat between her breasts.  Nothing escaping his notice.  He moves to caress her arms with the backs of his fingers, being rewarded with the soft moan from her lips.  He presses his body to hers, kissing her neck as his hunger takes control.  She is his.  Here and now.

Story by:  MysterMitch

Models:  MysterMitch, Mariah Vandeverre

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Suspension Crane

                           ::WS:: Bondage Post