Gym~3

omg omg omfuckinggod…

What the fuck was happening to her? Ellie’s heart was racing, and she was in shock. Shaking her head and screaming did nothing, HE just kept pulling her along, and it was keep up with him or fall and be dragged. There was a heavy thumping music playing, and it was very warm. She could feel the cushy gym floor but what the FUCK was going on?

She was a feisty little thing, he thought, amused at her puny struggles. She knew what she was getting into, but trying to steal from the club was a major no-no. So either she wanted to be caught and punished, or she really was as naughty as her Dom had claimed. Either way, she would be brought to heel. Tugging her bound hands sharply, Dane pulled the girl up to the Cross. He made fast work of securing each wrist to each upright arm of the Cross, despite her squeals and struggles. Oh, she was going to be a fun little package.

Grabbing the Hitachi he’d set up earlier, he placed it against her crotch, turning it on low, before securing her legs together at the thighs, squeezing it snugly. In moments, he had her knees, calves, and ankles bound so that no amount of wriggling would free the device from its insidious torment of her crotch. Her jeans would add to the teasing, the thick seam at the center would vibrate right against her pussy, centered right over that very tender nubbin at the top.

She was overwhelmed with sensations, her wrists bound over her head, spread wide, with thick bracelets that she could not break free from. Her legs were cinched tightly together with something that purred against her private area with an insistent buzzing that was starting to make her horny. What the everloving fuck was happening at the GYM for the love of fuck.

Suddenly she felt his body pressed up against her back, her butt. The warmth of a male body snugged tight to her only added to the stir of sensations. He smelled of musk, of man, of sex. His voice was a quiet whisper in her ear, the humid breeze of breath tickling an erogenous zone. His words, however, were startling, pulling her away from the sensations, for a moment at least.

“You are such a naughty girl, Cassie. But we’re going to start fixing that reckless streak and help you become a better subgirl. Your Daddy sent you to me to break you, and to build you back into a good babygirl. Let us begin, hmmm?”

His hands reached up, and tugged her breasts free of her tank top. The strong fingers began molding and squeezing each tit, ending with a firm tug of her nipples. She arched, the pain mingling with the throbbing of her clit until she felt…felt…

She moaned. She’d never felt like this ever before. Hot, cold, wanting a hard fast fuck. He continued to talk to her, but she had no idea what he was saying, swamped by the assault on her senses. She needed to cum. She needed it so much.

“ah…Hey…Dom.!”

Dane turned, looking over his shoulder at Daniel, who had tapped him.

“Working.”

“Yeah. I see that. But…come here.” Daniel whispered.

Dane leaned against the moaning sub, whispering in her ear. He reached around her, hefting one meaty breast.

“I’ll be back…until then…enjoy.”

Expertly, Dane slipped a clamp on her left nipple. A long chain hung from the clamp, swinging wildly.

“Just one. I’ll do the other one later…and we’ll add some weights.”

With a chuckle, he slapped her ass as he backed away, looking for where Daniel had moved off to.

“Keep an eye on her, Chris,” he instructed his floor manager.

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Daniel stood beside a petite blonde girl, dressed in a scarlet bustier and heels, and nothing else. Her generous tits spilled from the top, and her nipples were rouged, deeply pink.

“Nice. What did you need, Daniel, I’m in the middle of working with Cassie and…”

“No,” Daniel interrupted him.

“WTF…” Dane began, looking annoyed.

The blonde interrupted both men. Thrusting out her tits, she tapped one and stepped into Dane’s space.

“I”M CASSIE!” If that bitch told you she was, it was because she wanted your attention, the whore. You’re supposed to be working with me!”

Dane blinked.

“Well, I can certainly see why your Dom sent you to me, you rude child.”

“It’s …”

Dane held up a hand, universally the ‘Stop’ signal.

“You will shut your mouth, and go stand over there.” He pointed to the wall where there was a single loop of rope hanging. “Put your tits on the wall, and your hands up over your head and hang onto that loop like your life depends upon it.”

Her mouth opened, but catching his stern stare, she prudently closed it again. With a frown, and a pout, she turned on her heel and stomped across the room. Once she was out of earshot, Dane turned to Daniel.

“If that is Cassie, who the fuck am I torturing??”

“Uh, I think that is our new secretary. I didn’t see her face but I recognize that auburn hair. What the fuck are you going to do?”

“Well, you know…I think… maybe it’s time we introduced her to this side of things. Explain that there was a Dom that went a little overboard and the situation has been corrected and don’t for the love of all that’s holy, let her know it was me!”

“Fucking Coward.”

“You know it.” He rubbed his face. “Geezuz. What a clusterfuck. I’ll figure something out for tomorrow. Just…get her out of here now. I suggest taking the mask off of her OUTSIDE so she doesn’t see anyone just yet. And I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Tell her to come in at 9 and we’ll have a meeting.”

“If she doesn’t quit. Maybe we should keep her here for the day?”

“And risk someone else molesting her? No, cut her loose.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh yeah. Double, DOUBLE Fuck.”

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There was a click and the torture device between her legs was silenced. She heard the rip of velcro and felt her legs become free. Her arms were freed, and rubbed. The huge ball between her teeth was gone. At last, with a soft warning, the clamp was removed from her nipple. She whimpered, rubbing furiously at the tender skin where the rubber teeth had bitten. When she would have taken off the mask, a gentle hand stopped her, and a voice she recognized said “Wait”.

“Please…” she said, her voice shivering.

“Please what, Ellie? I’m so, so sorry. This space is rented by a private enterprise on Sunday, and no one knew who you were. They found me and asked me to release you and apologize. You’re not hurt, right?”

“I’m….I’m gawd …ooooh.”

She stopped moving, folding over.

“Are you hurt?”

“HURT?? HURT?” Waving her hands, searching for him, her voice was a low growl of sound.

“Where the fuck are you, Daniel?”

Hooking her arm through his, he steered her quickly out of the play area, out to the front door, and took off the blindfold. The light here was dim, but still sunlight bounced in around the shade on the door.. She blinked furiously. Looking up at him she grabbed a hank of hair and pulled his ear to her mouth.

“I’m ssso fffucking HORNY, you bastard. You fucking jerk. How am I? HOW AM I? How would you EXPECT me to be after having my girly bits shaken and stirred for the last 100 hours? HUH??”

She let go of his hair, and bit his earlobe, then turned and stormed out into the Sunday sunshine.

He watched her storm up the street, not towards the parking lot. Frowning and rubbing his sore lobe, he muttered.

“It was less than an hour.”

“Damn.”

A Short Tale

Teeth hurt.

Not the actual teeth. Okay, the actual teeth made hurt. Teeth on her inner arch. On her ankles. On her thighs, her ass, her tender nipples. A very D/s kind of “tooth ache”, really.

The rational part of Emma’s brain tried to sort out the grammar, right up until the object in question bit into her pussy, grinding the lips of her labia between strong white teeth. She arched, mouth straining to generate any sound other than mewling, arms and legs tugging futilely at the ropes that bound her, quite firmly, to the bed.

hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt HURT!

The words, gagged behind panties and tape, could not be released, and He wasn’t paying any attention. Or maybe he was, and just enjoyed hearing the small animal sounds coming from her. His hands cupped her ass, lifting her cunt to his feasting mouth. For a moment there was a break, his tongue gliding wetly against her sore lips, rubbing at her swollen clit. Her cries changed from high, pain-filled grumblings, to the deeply pitched moaning of bliss.

ohgodohgodohgodddd….

She. Was. Almost. There.

Her thighs trembled with the need to clamp around his head, begging for more, just a little more. The ropes refused to give, and she whimpered in frustration.

The lapping tongue ceased its teasing rub. With a fierce pull, the tender nub was sucked into his mouth so hard that she feared that he would pull it from her body. She arched rigidly, held on the crosspiece of pain and pleasure. It was so intense she thought she would cum right then.

But earlier, when he had finished tying her to the bedposts, when he had plucked at her nipples, and made her desperate for more, he’d said ‘wait’. Held by her desire to please him, the desire to be his obedient little slut, she waited. And besides, it wasn’t quite enough.

She moaned when he finally released her from his command. His firm ‘COME NOW’ wasn’t permission, but an order. But it wasn’t quite enough, even then.

And then he bit down, teeth slashing at her swollen, sensitive pleasure hub.

Arching, erupting, shaking, screaming, she came.

Aroused

She understood how people felt back in the medieval days, strung out upon a rack. Her wrists were drawn so tightly that she could barely flex her fingers. Her thighs were tied open, spread embarrassingly wide, and her ankles bound too.

Open. Vulnerable.

He sat, a dark shape across the room. The light shining upon her body threw him into shadow. If not for the occasional shift of his body, she would have thought he had left. But no, he lingered there, staring at her.

She swore she could feel the weight of that glance, touching her tits, her nipples, drawn tightly into buds in the cool room. Perhaps she could feel his eyes stroking her pussy, each succulent lip devoured in a look. Her clit was swollen with her humiliation.

HE WATCHED HER.

After forever and another minute passed, a creak from across the room drew her attention. He stood, moved towards her. From the shadow that was his form, a hand appeared in the light that bathed her body. A finger trailed up from her toes to her ankle. It slipped up along her inner calf, before curling up and around her knee.

“Oooh,” she squealed, trying unsuccessfully to move away. Silly, since she could barely wiggle her bottom. It set her fat tits to bobbling, though, and the finger rose from her ticklish knee to flick at one bouncing nipple. Her moan changed, deepened.

“This is desire. Arousal. The need to be touched…”

She swore she could feel His voice, a deep sound in the quiet dark room, in her bones.

“But for you, little one, an even deeper need. This.”

His flicking ceased, and he pinched her nipple firmly between that teasing forefinger, and his thumb. Arching with the sudden pain, she sucked in a breath.

“Yes,” he murmured, “You need this. As do I…”

His voice trailed off his hands gripped her tits, squeezing the soft flesh firmly until she whimpered. Quick as a striking snake, he slapped her face. A tear, single and sweet, pooled in her eye as she stared at him. Her cheek glowed from his hand; though she could not rub it with her wrists secured, she could feel the sudden heat.

His fingers pinched her tits, bruising the tender skin, drawing an assortment of noises from her. A quick slap on her left tit was followed by a pincering grasp of her nipple, and a shockingly sudden twist.

“OWIE!” she yelped, struggling. “It’s not the oven nob, there, Sir!”

“Perhaps not,” he agreed, “But I’m certain that it’s turning you on.”

She giggled, then moaned as he continued torturing his way down her body. He pinched her inner thigh, then caressed the apex of her pussy, but never quite touched where she yearned.

“Want something, slut?” He murmured.

“Yesss!” Her voice turned pleading. “I need you to touch me…I need to cum, Sir.”

“Ah. You want to cum, but that’s not the same as need. You need food. You need water-“

“I need it Sir. I really need to cum!”

“Are you sure?”

If she hadn’t been desperate, she might have taken note of the silky tone of his voice. But need overcame sense, and she nodded, and continued to beg for his touch. Still his fingers teased her, hurt her. Her cheek throbbed where he’d slapped her repeatedly, her nipples ached, but her cunt, aching with need, remained untouched.

How much time passed before he relented? She wondered how long he’d been tormenting her, how much more she could bear of his cruel fingers before she begged like a child for it to stop. If she did that, there’d be no orgasms for the month, she knew. She quivered when he spoke in her ear, his voice, carried in a caressingly warm breath.

“Okay, you may cum.”

His footfalls moved away, out of the light.

“But…Sir…”

“Patience, little one,”

In a moment or two he returned, carrying his favorite toy.

“I thought you’d fuck me, Sir.” She tried not to sound petulant.

“You were mistaken. I will take my pleasure from you, little one. In my own time, in my own way, as always.”

“Yes Sir,” she replied, eyes downcast. She watched as he placed the bulbous head of the wand against her cunt. Felt it as he wedged it tightly between her pussy lips. Still, nothing happened, and he walked out of the light again.

She strained to hear, but he was quiet. The sound of duct tape being pulled off the roll was loud, and made her jump. She wanted to ask, but managed to shut her mouth. If she was too rude, too pushy, he’d stop this and she so desperately needed release.

Back at her side, he adjusted the wand and began taping it to her inner thigh.

“That’s going to hurt when I rip that off,” he mused. Then laughed quietly. She bit her lip, keeping silent.

“Good girl,” he said with humor, slapping her thigh. “This is what you wanted, to cum, am I correct?”

“Yes Sir!” she replied promptly, excitement in her voice.

“So be it!,” he said, and flicked the vibe to “on” mode.

The first orgasm came quickly, her body primed for release. She whimpered that she was done, and “Thank you Sir,” but still he played with her tits, ignoring the buzzing vibe.

“Oh! It’s so…too…oh…Sir!”

Her body arched with the stimulation, coming again. Again, the “Thank you Sir,” and again he ignored her, pinching and pulling her nipples, grabbing her tit meat and squeezing and kneading it.

“Oh GOD…plea….AAAaaaa…”

She came again.

And again. Tears, pleading, crying, begging him to stop, please.

“Cum for me, little one.”

Her body shook and quaked as the dastardly machine ripped another orgasm from her. He moved, then, placing his hand over her abdomen.

“Your muscles are shaking and quivering, and it’s only been seven orgasms!” He exclaimed. “It’s such and amazing feeling!”

By the eleventh she was muttering endless streams of “omygawd omygawdohmygawd…”. By fifteen she was drooling; sloppy, soaked with sweat and cum and tears.

As she quivered through the eighteenth wave, she barely felt the tape being pulled from her quaking thigh. She screamed as he jabbed into her sopping cunt with his stone-hard cock. He fucked her roughly, as she clenched around him, coming continuously. He held the vibe against her clit as he drove her up and over into incoherence. Strange words came from her mouth, along with grunts and moans. Her pussy gripped his shaft, her body trembling fiercely. With a final push, he buried himself in her belly as his cock injected streams of semen into her.

With a flick of his thumb, he turned off the vibe, and smiled, stroking his palm down the side of her face as she, still quivering, now slept. They’d both gotten exactly what they wanted.

He was pleased.

Hired! ~20~

Last chapter here. Because, you know, it’s been a while…(sorry…) ~nilla~

Her ass was on fire, her nipples ached, and she was more turned on than she had ever been in her entire life. Flying on endorphins, she didn’t even notice when the hated chastity belt was removed, or that he’d secured her ankles to the eyebolts drilled into the floor.  Laying on her back on the mattress, her body quivering with reaction, her eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling as she zoned out on the pain.

She burned.

A soft caress made her turn her head, breaking her reverie.

“There she is.”  His tone was soft, his voice rumbling through her. She noticed then that he was laying beside her, his clothing intact.

“Why do Doms do that?” she asked, her voice wispy with reaction.

“Do…what, precisely? Where are you, little girl? Out in the stars?”

She giggled softly. Tried to move her hand to touch his shirt, turned to stare at her wrist, also bound and secured.

“When’d you do that?”

Her voice was slurry.

“Drunk on pain, are you?” He laughed softly, running his finger down her collarbone, circling around her breast, tickling the tender underside. She wiggled, giggled, tried to move away, but couldn’t.

“Tickles..” she mumbled, then giggled when his finger circled again.

“Clothes,” she said around more laughter. “Why…” She couldn’t continue, only laugh as his finger teased her underarm. “Geeze,” she whimpered, wriggling.

“Little slutty fish…wriggling and hooked. Do you know what I’m going to do now?”

Still writhing, giggling and laughing as his fingers continued to tease at her, she shook her head fiercely.  His mouth was millimeters from her ear, the breath yet another layer of torment. His tongue twirled lightly along the soft shell, making her whimper and arch.

“I’m going to fuck you”, he whispered, barely making a sound. Rolling away from her, his eyes continued to drink her in as he unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to the floor. Her expression could only be described as hungry as she stared up at him, then down at the obvious straining of his underwear.

“Blue?” she giggled.

“I like blue,” he said, sticking his thumbs into the waistband.  “Of course, if you don’t, I can always find a willing slut out there who won’t be so judgmental about my choice in under garments.”

She tossed her head, no, licking her lips.

“Sure?”

For another moment he stood there, fingers in his waistband, unmoving.

“Sure,” she said, looking at him with lust.

Looking down at her, he cocked an eyebrow, started to tug down the waistband, enough for her to see the arrow of his hair. She felt herself yearning for him, wanted him in her, on her.

“VERY sure?” he asked, tugging the waistband back into place.

She nodded even more vigorously.

“Yes. Yes. VERY sure. VERY. Oh GODS PULEEZE… FUCK ME!”

“You are a naughty and wanton slut.”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure then. My blue undies won’t offend you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes? They’ll offend…”

“NO! No no no no no no no! No offense at all..I…i LOVE your blue undies. I just want to see you OUT of them! I want your cock, Sir!”

“Ooooh, so you weren’t actually making fun of my blue undies, you’re saying?”

She groaned, moaned. Shook her head no. He could see the glistening pink folds between her legs.

“Pink and blue go well together, yes?”

“Yes?” she asked, uncertain where he was going now.

“My blue undies, your pink cunt.”

She flushed. Then, emboldened, “Your hard cock, my soft pussy.”

“It’s likely soft. But it’s very wet. I can imagine that my cock will make all sorts of slobbery sounds if I fuck you. Will that bother you as much as my blue undies?”

Eyes closed, head thrown back, teeth gritted, she strained at the wrist bondage.

“I. Just. Want. To. PUMMELL YOU!” she shouted, eyes open. She kicked her feet, which barely moved, and shook her body.

“FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEE!” She yelled, cheeks flushing. He stood there, staring at her. What, how could he be that dense, she wondered. She was tied up, open and ready to be fucked. Why, for goddamn sake, was he just standing there??

He smiled.

“So, you do want me?”

She groaned.

“Fuck you!”

“I can’t fuck myself! I mean, I’m big, but not that …”

He laughed as she growled, then bared her teeth at him. With a quick tug his undies were off, and he was on top of her, his cock buried to the hilt. Her growl turned into a yelp as he pounded into her.

“I’m going to fuck you into the mattress and through the floor,” he growled, before grabbing a nipple between his teeth and biting.

“Thank gawd,” he thought he heard her say before his hips knocked all the words from her.

 

Hired! ~19~

AT LAST! This has been in the works for a while…but you know how things go sometimes!  Between life stuff and playtime with M, this sat dormant for the better part of a week.  My thanks for being patient peeps. Here’s the link to the prior chapter in case you need a quick review: HERE ~n~ 

His connector flight to NYC was delayed twice. Though he smiled at the simpering fool who explained that they could not take off during thunderstorms, her smile faded when she saw the look in his eyes. He was glad that she could see the anger crawling up his spine like an animal ready to spring forth and steal her life. Just another thing his stupid cunt would have to atone for once he finally tracked her down. He shoved the anger deeper, and took the shuttle to the hotel where the fucking airlines were putting people up tonight.

Another night away wouldn’t matter much. At least, until he made her pay for it with her skin.

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“Good girl,” he crooned, holding her head against his chest. Inhaling deeply against the pain in her still-throbbing nipples, she smelled the various scents of him. Peppermint from the gum he favored, the last spicy hints of his deodorant, and that musky scent that is peculiar to the male body. He tantalized her. Even now she could feel her arousal in the throbbing of her clit, and the slick dew that spilled from the belt pulled tightly  between her thighs.

He pushed her away, and pointed to the mattress. At some point he’d taken a sheet down from the shelf and tossed it there.

“Spread that out on the mattress,” he said, nodding towards the folded sheet.

“Uh, my hands are behind my back and tied, remember?”

He smirked.

“You’re doing the smirk-face thing again. That’s not very dommy.”

“Doms are allowed to smirk, and as a matter of fact, we do it quite a lot.”

“Well, I don’t understan….wait. You expect me to spread that without my hands? How the fuck…”

“You have a perfectly good mouth. I see it moving allll the time. I suggest you put it to use. Other than sucking my cock…for now.” He grinned at her face, sitting there open-mouthed.

He constantly surprised her. That something so mundane would be offered…and yet he knew it would embarrass her to be crawling around almost naked, since her bra was not even under her tits anymore. They’d be flopping around, her ass would be wagging around…the jerkness. 

“That’s…”

“Humbling? Awww, too bad. Get going slut.”

“Is this a task? Is it helping me earn the key?”

“Well, not doing it isn’t going to get us to the next point now, is it?”

His look was implacable. HE wasn’t going to budge. With a frown, she flounced over the the mattress, and spent considerable minutes trying to pick up, and then open, the folded sheet. Her bum was wagging around and she could feel him watching her, but she steadfastly refused to look at him. Finally, after an agony of minutes spent squirming and writhing across the mattress, she groaned. She wanted to give up, but damn him! She absolutely would not. Casting a quick glance his way, she saw him looking intently at her, making her flush with embarrassment. Picking up the sheet quickly she pulled it up to the top corner of the mattress.

“Even your ass is blushing. But your asshole is winking at me through that little hole in the belt.”

Growling around the sheet in her mouth, she continued to shake her head and spread the stupid sheet as he leered at her. She was going to ignore him,  yet she couldn’t not respond.

“You can’t see my asshole because of this frigging belt!”

“Well, not perfectly, but trust me, it is there winking at me. Lonely, I guess.”

She shot a death-ray glare at him, then turned back to finishing the task he’d set her. He laughed. After considerable time and effort, she was done.  Sitting back on her haunches, she looked at the sheet. While it wasn’t perfect, she felt she’d done a passable job. A poke in her ass made her turn and look at him.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself. Not bad, slut.”

“No, I meant hey, you just kicked me in the butt.”

“Slut butts were made to be kicked by Dom shoes.”

“That’s so not true.”

“It’s true in my story of what’s happening here…wait…was that an …eyeroll? At your Dom?”

Uncertain if he was serious or poking fun at her, she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Hold that…right there…”

Advancing on her, she noted the clamp in his hand at the last second and slipped her tongue back in her mouth while shaking her head ‘no’ frantically.

“I wuth koking” she said, tongue locked behind her teeth.

“I wasn’t. Tongue out.”

“Iths gunna hut.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He dangled the key in front of her, and reluctantly she stuck out her tongue. Rather than attaching the clamp to it, he finger flicked it. It still stung but she knew a warning when she saw one.

“Sorry. Sir.”

“Better.”

He paused, looking intently at her.

“Well, slut, are you ready for your second task to free your dripping pussy?”

“How do you know it’s dripping? Huh? It could be all dried up and withered away inside this stupid thing.”

He chuckled.

“Yeah. Right.”

Wisely, she kept her tongue from poking out at him, admittedly at the last possible moment.

“Okay,” she said, heaving out a sigh. “I’m ready.”

She huffed out another breath.

“Bored already? My, I’ll have to take steps to correct that.”

Stepping over to the shelves, she watched him pick up a short, thick, silver rod.

“Open your mouth.”

She obediently opened.

“You’ll want this nice and wet. It’s going in your ass. No, don’t try to talk. It’s part of the belt, slut. And in a matter of minutes, it’ll be a part of your asshole! Won’t that be fun?”

It was rhetorical, she knew, but she still shook her head ‘no’, even as she gathered up what spit she could. This thing was fatter than it looked, and she was nervous about it going up her ass.

He pulled it out of her mouth, pushed her head to the floor without preamble, then began pushing it through the round hole at the backside of the belt. She felt the press of the cool metal against her ass and whined a little.

“Shaddup, slut.”

He pushed it until the flange at the base of the probe clicked into the base around the hole. He pulled her back up to her knees by her hair. Her eyes watered, as did her traitorous pussy.

“Magnets keep it in place, slut. Isn’t that cool?”

Her eyes were squeezed shut as her anus quivered around the thing wedging it apart.

“so…”

“…cool,” she said haltingly.

His palm slapped at one meaty buttock. She jolted, and, unable to stop herself with her hands secured behind her, she fell forward once again onto her face.

“Perfect!” he exclaimed.

“Bastard…” she muttered clearly, before mumbling something else into the mattress.

“Now, see? We’re having all kinds of fun now, aren’t we? I’m not sure exactly what you just said slut, but it tipped the tally upwards. I thought 20 slaps with the pancake turner would be sufficient, but I see I need to take some corrective measures. Your mouth gets you in so much trouble, doesn’t it? Why, I heard it even got you fired!”

“Wzntfird.Quitthebastard.” Her muffled reply made him grin at her back.

“Well, that’s not how I heard it,” he replied, knowing he was egging her on. It was so much fun riling her up.

“So,” he said, “let’s let your mouth do some yelling instead. Oh, and counting. I don’t care about saying thank-you, because that’s silly. Why would you thank me for that? I’m going to make your ass burn, little girl. Are we ready for some fun?”

He wasn’t sure what she replied. Her first yelp, followed by a groaned “one” was really all he needed to hear.

 

Hired! ~17~

“Ahah! Found you, you little cunt!”

Alex Kimbrell wrote down the address of  Jackson, LTD. She’d moved all the way to New York City, the whore. So, she was scared, a little, and needed some attention. So he would give it to her. He knew she wanted him to find her, to take her back home, by force if necessary. She was into that whole kidnap/beating scene, apparently. He wasn’t sure if this Lance Jackson had actually hired her after their conversation, but it would be a good starting place to find her. As head of his division, he was entitled to 6 weeks of vacation time. He’d use all of it, if need be, to get his little slut back. Tapping the paper with the precious address on it with one long finger, he turned back to his computer and logged in the appropriate request for time off.

“Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty,” he muttered, shoving the address into his breast pocket. It was time to make some plans.

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Her pulse was hammering, but not just in the heart beating hard between her tits. The small bud between her thighs was throbbing, matching the achy feeling of her tits and ass where he’d beaten on her yesterday. She could feel the wetness, feel the intense need building. It had begun when he’d snapped the collar around her throat, and intensified when he’d added the leash, tugging her along to the play room. But rather than taking her into the large public room, he had pulled her to a stop in front of a door.He exchanged a nod with the Watcher there, who buzzed the door open.

“Ladies–and I do use the term loosely–first.”

He gestured for her to precede him up the stairs that stretched up into another level. His fingers pinched at her calves as she climbed, causing her to stumble and yip.

“So clumsy, slut!”

Pausing, she shot him a fulminating glare before continuing up to the top. He poked her in the bum just for fun, then pushed her to the right where a door stood open.

“In there, slut.”

Stepping inside, she saw a plastic covered mattress, a built in cabinet with sheets and implements, and a variety of rings and hooks on the wall, ceiling, and the floor around the bed. She swallowed hard. The door shut with a quiet snick, and she glanced behind her. His expression had changed. He looked–feral. Fierce. His gaze, always direct, now had an intensity to it that made her feel like prey. Her belly felt quivery, a mix of fear and stark need. What this man stirred in her!

“Take off the coat, slut.”

Slowly, teasingly, she untied the knot of the tied belt, then eased it off of one shoulder. A thin black strap appeared as she shrugged the coat lower, then shook the other shoulder, allowing it to catch on her bent forearms. Cocking her head, she smiled at him.

He continued to look at her, not saying anything. After a long, silent minute, she rolled her eyes, and let the coat slip from her. Under it she wore a demi bra, which left her girls supported under the bust, but naked from the nipple upwards. The panties were black lace, and disdained to be called granny-pants. They covered the hated chastity belt, and much of her soft, round belly, and soft, round ass, but hinted at what lay between. A matching lace garter belt snugly held her hose. The stiletto’s that he’d surmised earlier, and seen going up the stairs, enhanced her softly curved thighs her shapely calves.

“Very nice. Aren’t you lucky I didn’t demand you shed the coat down in the main room?”

“Well, I would have explained…”

“And yet, I still would have demanded the coat be removed.”

Here he was, the full-Dom. Face to face with him, she wondered how she’d ever thought that Alex was? This man didn’t make her fearful, but rather, a nervous, turned-on agitation.  That he would hurt her, she had no doubt. Wasn’t she even now wearing bruises from yesterdays attack of the spatula and spoon? But he made her yearn.

“Remove the panties, leave the garter belt.”

She pouted, but slipped the panties off.

“You want that off too, don’t you?” He pointed at the chastity belt.

She nodded, eagerly anticipating the freedom. And the orgasms.

“You’ll need to earn this.”

He pulled the key up from under his shirt, let it dangle in the light. Her eyes followed the gleaming silver key. He saw the lust burn in her eyes as she leaned ever so slightly towards the shining key dangling from his neck.

“How?”

“So impatient.”

“I’ve been in this thing forEVER!”

“Not yet, no.”

“It feels like it.”

“Poor little slut. Horny as fuck and unable to touch or play with herself.”

“Yes. And … you haven’t…”

“What?”

“You know.”

“I know many things.”

She rolled her eyes. She hated when he played the obtuse game.

“You haven’t…sealed the deal. You know. Stop! I hate that when you put on that stupid face!”

“The Jerkface Jackson face, you mean?”

He pulled a long face, bugged out his eyes. She giggled, thought about slapping at him, but didn’t quite dare.

“Yes, that one. That…jerkface face.”

He stepped closer, into her personal space. She could feel the heat from him now, his breath on her forehead.

“Hands behind your back, slut.”

They went behind, promptly. He stepped around her, then bound her hands, of course with a tie. She could feel the slippery silk, but also felt him weaving it over and around her tightly.

“So tell me, slut, what haven’t I done?”

“The..ga-donk-a-donk. The crazy monkey dance. Belly bumping.”

“Ah. I see.”

She warmed to the topic.

“Boinking! Buttering the biscuit! Checking the oil…”

“Fucking. You forgot that one.”

He reached around, pinched her left nipple.

“Say it.”

“It.”

He twisted the nipple.

“Ittt…OKAY…OKAYYYYY!!!  FUCK!  YOU HAVEN’T FUCKED ME!”

He let go of her nipple, flicking it gently with a fingertip. She sighed.

“Now I’m all embarrassed.”

“But it’s true. I haven’t fucked your cunt yet. Your lovely mouth, yes, but not your weeping, needy cunt.”

He paused and she leaned back against him. He filled his hands with her tits, molding and squashing them between his fingers. She sighed as he released her, and pushed away.

“Now slut, let me tell you how this works.”

“Oh, please do,” she said, her tone teetering on the edge of sarcastic.

“That wasn’t very submissive, now was it?”

“I’m not a doormat. I have a voice. I can follow orders and directions, but I’m going to speak my mind.”

Stepping in front of her, he grasped her nipples, twisting lightly. She rose to her toes, until her mouth, open and gasping, was close to his.

“Good girl,” he said, surprising her. “Doormats are boring. I like your spunk.”

“I like yours too,” she replied archly.

He laughed, then twisted her nipples, hard.

 

Hired! ~11~

Time moved, she was certain of it. Yet she couldn’t say if 5 minutes had passed, or 50. She felt the warm leather of his crop between her thighs, and wished he were there to use it on her. She was needy, uncomfortable, and half naked for crissakes! Facing the rustic wooden wall, her tits and ass exposed, she was flushed with embarrassment. Eventually even that faded during those interminable, unknown minutes. Behind her she could hear people moving around the cavernous room. She could hear those who were otherwise engaged in play. There were slaps and *tings* of implements striking flesh, closely followed by shockingly loud screams as the recipient responded. There were moans and whimpers and the sounds of those in deepest ecstasy.

What she didn’t hear was his footfall. No sound of those beautifully polished shoes coming towards her. How was this even a date, she wondered, feeling suddenly angry. It happened that way sometimes, the submission and the annoyance jockeying for position in her emotions. Her hands felt numb, and her back was tiring when she felt the warmth of hands on her back…and ass.

“Ohh, poor kitten…he left you here all alone and unattended,” crooned a sexy and female voice. “So pretty, this round ass of yours..” the voice trailed off as a long fingernail scratched lightly down her crack and circled her anus. There was a slight tug around her throat as the ends of the tie were pulled taut for a moment, before more fingernails scrabbled down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was the lack of his attention, or just that those sharp fingernails hit the line between pleasure and pain. The voice continued, the owner clearly knowing that she was having an affect on the tied submissive. One nail trailed up and over her left ass cheek, scratching just hard enough to leave a thin, red line there. Goosebumps rose along her shoulders, her arms, and her nipples crinkled tightly.

“I–I’m waiting for him, t-to…” she stopped on a gasp as the fingernails pinched a piece of flesh where her ass and thighs met.

“I know, that hurts so much, doesn’t it honey?” The voice was husky now, clearly lapping up the subtle signs of pain;  Kat’s arching back, her in-drawn breath, the short pants as she released it against the hurting.

The pinch seemed to last an hour. The relief when the nails released her was nearly as intense as the pain had been, as was the sudden surge of moisture between her thighs.

“Mona,” a deep voice said, the tone admonishing. “Didn’t MamaLa have a conversation with you about poaching?”

There was a pouty “mmm” of sullen agreement.  “But Dirk…! You weren’t here. She looked so lonely, the poor thing. And there was that very pretty ass just begging to be touched..how could I resist?

“Resist,” he replied drolly.

“I’m resisting… authority…” she said with a husky chuckle.”Okay, fine, have it your way, you big greedy bastard.”

The soft sound of her feet moving off gave some measure of peace to Kat.

“You left me,” she accused. Her hair had fallen forward, obscuring her vision.

“Yeah, so?”

He moved beside her, then freed her arms from the iron ring on the wall. Though she tried to hold back the gasp, the blood flowing back to her hands and cramped shoulders made being silent impossible.

“Oh, owww,” she whimpered.

“Poor little kitty cat,” he mocked, all falsely sympathetic as he brushed the hair from her face. He leaned close, kissed her top lip, nipped at her eyebrow. She moaned again. damn him. The last semblance of her snark was fading fast, under a hot and heavy need. She wondered if she’d ever been so horny. Feeling his hands on her breasts, she tried to move closer, but was surprised to feel the fabric of her dress being tugged back up to cover her. In moments he had slid the crop from between her thighs, then pulled down the hem of her dress, covering her bottom. She blinked at him, not comprehending his game.

Taking the tie from around her neck, he bound her wrists, then led her by the trailing length of his tie across the room. They paused for a moment to watch a submissive. Her face was a portrait of beautiful agony as her master nailed her tits to a rough wooden board. Katherine shuddered at the thought of it, but the woman was obviously far gone in subspace. She could see the puddle forming on the floor between her legs; it was obviously a kink that worked for them.

“Interested?” he asked, pulling her attention from the scene.

“No,” she replied. His grin was devilish, managing to be both mocking and humorous. Only a Dom would find that sort of thing funny, she mused. By damn he was one sexy bastard when he smiled. And when he didn’t. 

Damn.

She was hooked.

He tugged her “leash” and she was obliged to follow him. He slowed to watch a leather-clad woman bullwhip a burly man. His cock was locked in a cage, his nipples cruelly pegged. As he shuddered beneath a snapping blow, she clearly saw the back end of a plug up his bum. It made her wet, which surprised her. His cock twitched with every whip-stroke, and she felt an answering tingle in her clit.

“You seem very…interested,” he said in a low voice.

“He’s…amazing. So is she,” she replied, equally quiet.

“Mistress Dominica is a master of the whip. Shall I sign you up for one of her classes?”

She couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or not, so she shook her head.

“If you’re sure…” his voice trailed off as the sub roared out a yell when the tip of the whip hit just near his balls. “Well, that had to hurt,” he said, cupping a hand over his groin and making her almost giggle out loud.

“Stop,” she hissed, but she grinned as he made a faux scared face at her, still cupping himself. He tugged her onward.

She frowned as they left the play room, entering the bar. What the hell was he up to now?

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Not only had he ushered her through the bar and outside, but he’d led her to his car, all but shoved her in, hands still tied, and belted her safety belt. He’d driven her home with no conversation whatsoever, which made her curious. Her tits were tender from his earlier slap-fest, but her clit pounded like it was a gong.

She needed to be fucked. She needed to cum. She wanted.

Wanted.

Damn him for stirring her up like this. She fidgeted in her seat. She caught just the faintest hint of a grin on his mouth; no, not even a grin, just the sexy upturn on one corner.

“Where are we going?”

The smile deepened. Thank gods above and below, she thought. He’s taking me home to fuck me there. 

He pulled into her driveway, parked, then came around to let her out. Releasing her hands, he slipped the tie loosely around her neck. Arm around her back, he led her upstairs, took her key and opened her door. Stepping inside, she all but threw herself at him, pulling his head down and kissing him fervently.

He tugged her dress down, then off. Helping her step free of it, he held up his hand to forestall her.

“Go to the bathroom.”

“Now?” she all but moaned.

“No, tomorrow. Yes, of course now. Do you  need me to assist you? Watch you?”

“Oh hell no!” 

She scurried to the bathroom, used the toilet quickly. Looking at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands, she noted the bruises already blushing along her breasts.  She felt weak in the knees. Oh gods, she so needed this.

He was leaning against the dining room wall, pulling the tie absently through his fingers. Shyly she walked towards him, she naked as the day she was born, he, so well dressed in his suit. Straightening, he gestured to her to come.

“Here,” he said, pointing to the floor in front of him. “Good girl, now turn.”

She presented her back to him as instructed. What was coming? Her heart was all fluttery in her chest, her nipples grew taut. When he tapped her inner thigh, she spread her feet wider. She felt something between her thighs…the cool silk of his tie. He pulled it forward and back, teasing her clit for a moment.

“Hold the ends,” he said, and she took them, one in front, one behind, holding them. It took all her willpower to not rub it against her clit, but he hadn’t indicated to do so, and she didn’t want to push it.

“I picked this up at the club, while watching your delightful ass from across the room. Several of my friends were hoping that I’d share you, you know. You made such a pretty picture there, vulnerable, yet wanting.”

The shiver of need ran up and down her spine. A fresh drool from her pussy was soaked up by his tie.

“But I declined. After all, you and I hardly know one another. 13 working days, and one evening run-in hardly qualifies as getting to know you, right?”

She nodded, glad he hadn’t shared her. So wrapped up in the thoughts of that, that she didn’t notice at first, the heavy metal belt he fastened around her waist.

“Open wider, slut.”

Her legs spread, and a thick metal spine was pressed against her pussy. She jolted at the chill of it. There was a click at her backside. His fingers slid under the front of the band.

“Your pussy is so fucking hot,” he murmured. “Wet, juicy, I’ll bet you need to cum, don’t you?”

“oh, yesss,” she moaned, pressing against his probing fingers. Then they were gone, and a second click sealed the band firmly between her legs.

“No cumming tonight, I’m afraid.”

He lifted his fingers to her mouth.

“Taste that. Taste that needy cunt juice. Yours, little girl. Your needy cunt is going to leak all night, I’m afraid. I’ll be back in the morning to release you so that you can pee.”

He slid the tie from under the crotch band as she stared in shock at him.

“Wait…what? What?? YOU….you…you can’t… ” she yelped. “I…I need….”

“..to wait until I decide it’s time for you to come. Just…be careful what you wish for, little girl. I am a sadist, after all.”

He tied her wrists quickly with the tie, binding them firmly but not so tight that it would be harmful.

“Tonight you will sleep, smelling your arousal all night long. Your pussy will ache and weep and …eventually, you will sleep, and dream of all the wonderful, awful, delightful torments I will do to you.”

He kissed her on her nose, then pushed her into her room, closed the door. Quietly, he let himself out of the apartment, heaving a deep sigh. His cock throbbed. He patted his crotch as he jogged down the steps.

“Soon, my raging friend. Soon.”

His cock knew it would not be soon enough for either of them.

Perverted Pleasures (6)

You never know what you’re gonna find when you go trolling through your “Drafts” folder…I found this gem, from 2 years ago. It’s not finished … yet. But I was in the mood for a hot fucking story…and maybe you are, too? ~nilla~

 

(This never gets old… ~n~)

She splashed through ankle deep water for three steps before it fully registered that she was splashing through water.

In her kitchen.

In the dark pre-dawn hours, she struggled to bring her mind around to what the fuck was going on. No coffee. No light. No dry floor. Backtracking, she stepped once. Twice. Shivered hard, then stepped onto the living room carpet. Sodden carpet. Turning, she stepped forward until she found dryness underfoot. Snapping on the lamp next to the couch she winced, slapping her hands over her burning eyes.

“Goddam!” she yelped. “I’ve fucking blinded myself. Finally brave enough to peer through slatted fingers, she could clearly see a current in the kitchen. The sound of hissing came from the corner of the counter where the dishwasher lived. Cautiously she moved back into the splash zone.

“Oh fuck. Goddam it to fucking hell and fucking back!”

Blue tiles floated or lay skewed on the bottom of the pond that had been her kitchen floor when she’d gone to bed last night. Now it resembled Lake Holyfuck. Stupefied, she stared at the mess. How the hell did one even begin to cope with this? she wondered. She wished she was not alone having to deal with this. That she’d married and had three kids and a dog and maybe a hamster. Then she could share the load of shock and awe and horror with someone. But no, this was all hers.

She made her way to the cellar door, but couldn’t open it. Too much water against it or maybe too swollen from it. Who knew. It was time to call for help.

A quick trolling of the online yellow pages located three plumbers in her area–she called them all. Leaving urgent pleas for help on each machine didn’t resolve this current issue.

“Looks like we’re not going to work today, boys and girls,” she muttered. Splashing into the thick of things she took a pan from the wall and started bailing. Ten minutes into frantic scooping and her phone startled her with the crescendo from the 1812 Overature. Grabbing it up, she very nearly dropped it, but caught it in slippery hands.

“You’ve got a problem, sounds pretty epic.”

“You have no idea,” she said, hating the edgy panic in her tone.

He asked for her address, and promised he’d be there in 20 minutes. Skeptically, she hung up the phone and started bailing again. Sure he’d be here in twenty minutes. No one ever came when they said they would. She was twelve minutes into bailing when she heard the unmistakable sound of a truck in her driveway. Knocking came seconds later at her front door. Good thing, too. If he’d come to the back door he might have been swept away from the current of water that would race out, like in some cartoon she’d seen once.

“Hi. I’m Kevin.”

“No. No, you’re an angel from god. My savior. My hero.”

He bent to lift a battered red box, a motherfucking huge box from the porch floor, then followed her inside.

“Well, whoa. You certainly have a problem.”

“Well there’s an understatement,” she said dryly. “Sorry. I haven’t had my coffee even.”

“Best to not use any electric in here for now. We have no idea what got wet…this is a lot of water. Be right back.”

Sooner than she would have thought possible, the water level began to lower. He’d set up a pump thingy, then showed her how to vacuum up the puddles. Once the floor was clearer, he disappeared under the sink. She had a really great view of his ass, just a hint of crack, as he worked under there. There was a soft curse, then a louder ‘motherfucker!’  and then, silence.

The hissing had stopped.

He eased out from under the sink.

“Got that little bugger.”

“I thought you called it a mother fucker.”

He smiled. With his whole face, he smiled, but his eyes just mesmerized. She didn’t want to stare, but damn she was staring. She looked away, looked down, feeling the heat of a blush rising. Dang it! He was really fucking se…wait…what?

With a blink she stared into the toolbox. There was no mistaking the bright red ballgag in one of the compartments, nor the black eye mask. She cleared her throat.

“So…uhm…that thingy watchadoo…you turned it off. Can you fix it?”

“Nope. Your dishwasher basically crapped out.”

She looked at him, and knew, she just knew that he had seen her looking at the sex toys. The look he gave her was challenging.

“So…you don’t fix dishwashers.”

“Nope. Just the plumbing. And other things. Naughty little girls.”

His hand was in her hair, tugging her head back. She yelped, then gasped as his big hand circled her throat. He looked down at her, his eyes boring into hers. Somewhere she’d lost the power of speech, of fight. Maybe it was his fingers woven through her long, bed-tangled locks, or maybe it was fear, or maybe it was something else. Something dark, with a longing that tore at her civilized manners, a beast seeking freedom.

“Wh..”

“Hush. You’re really in no position to ask anything now.”

He bent quickly, scooping up the ball gag. His tersely spoken ‘open’ was quickly obeyed. There was that look in his eyes again. It said ‘danger’…and something else she wasn’t certain of yet.

The blindfold slid over her eyes moments after he’d fastened the gag tightly. A push between her shoulder blades made her stumble forward. Another push, another stumble. Disoriented, she had absolutely no idea which direction she was headed, until her knees hit the bed and she fell forward.

“Don’t fucking move.” 

There were sounds behind her. Drawers opened, then closed. He was searching for something. Then quiet until his hand slapped at her ass.

“Up, on your back.”

She didn’t move, feeling defiant. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then the sharp slap of what was unmistakably a belt upon her bottom made her yelp. She would have moved then, would have leapt upon the bed, but his hand clamped hard on the back of her neck, holding her down as he other hand slapped her ass, her thighs. The light cotton of her pajama bottoms did nothing to alleviate the burning sting. Her ass was hot, her mouth squealing around the gag with every blow. She didn’t want to cry, but couldn’t stop; the pain was too much, too hard to bear.

“The next time I tell you to move, you move.”

She nodded fiercely, yes, even though his fingernail scraped the back of her neck with each jerky nod. He all but tossed her up on the bed then, flipping her roughly onto her back. Her ass screamed at the movement. She felt fingers on her skin, the brush of air on her thighs as he removed her bottoms. There was a moment when she thought one more time of trying to flee, but the fear of what would happen when he caught her–and she had no doubt that he would catch her–was greater than her confidence that she could escape.  Her camisole was ripped in half. It was both thrilling and terrifying.  Hands clamped on her tits, squeezing hard, pinching her nipples, then slapping them.

A quick whoosh of sound, of air, and the sharp stinging slap as he used the belt on her left tit drew another muffled scream from behind the gag. She tried to clamp her legs together but his fingers pressed against her slit.

“You’re a fucking noisy thing. Not that I mind. I like the sounds…sexy, hot, makes me want to hurt you more. And your cunt is wet. Your mouth may be protesting, but your pussy is slick and begging for attention.”

Shaking her head no did no good. His fingers twisted and twined their way inside her, violated the empty space, filling her.

“You are fucking sopping wet–as wet as your kitchen floor. Whore. Dirty little whore, needs a good reaming by her plumber. Lucky for you I brought a big plunger with me.”

He moved away, but his hands were quick and firm, lifting her leg, grabbing her wrist, tying her with…her own fucking pantyhose. The way she must look, wrists tied to knees, knees held apart somehow, leaving her deepest secret places exposed and open for him. She should be fucking terrified. She was terrified. But neither could she deny that there was an element of dark turn-on here, too.

 

 

Hired! ~10~

y’all have stuck with this for 9 chapters without ANY sex. That’s over 10,000 words, you guys!  I’m so happy that you’re reading, and commenting and loving this tale. You’re wait is about to be over…. ~n~ oh…and today is my birthday…but I’m giving you all the gift! Enjoy!

 

The room was designed to look like the interior of an old barn, all wood beams, studs, and rustic boards. Around the room were alcoves, formed by thicker beams. They weren’t private, but they were intimate, she thought. Eyeing the heavy iron rings, nails, and hooks, she licked her lips. He watched her take in the great space, feeling himself harden when that wily tongue slipped over her shapely mouth. He could see the need within her, feel her fascination with the variety of straps and chains which hung near each station. He led her to one niche, pushing her against the wall. The heat of his body settled against her ass. She wiggled against him, smiling to herself. His hand, still holding her tie-wrapped wrists, pulled them up over her head. Hanging in this particular space were a pair of heavy cuffs, hung on a length of chain. Pausing a moment, he felt her bum press hard into his groin and wiggled.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered into her hair, slapping her bum.

“Me?” she said, her voice a husky tease as she looked over her shoulder at him. “I was just warming up.”

“Indeed,” he said wryly. She had certainly warmed up parts of his anatomy. Now it was time to return the favor. He slipped each wrist into a cuff, sliding away his tie. He looped it around her throat, the ends trailing down her back.  Pressing forward, he squashed her against the roughness of the wall, centering his shaft on her buttcrack, and moved suggestively along that welcoming valley.  When she moaned, he took a step back. Time to dance, he thought.

He lifted her chin, serious now.

“Yes? Or no?”

She gazed at him a moment, looking into his eyes, then at his mouth, before returning to his eyes. Smiling slightly, her lips parted.

“Yes.”

He nodded, accepting her acquiescence.

“Safe-word?”

She’d pondered that, actually. She couldn’t use “red”…that had been her safeword with Alex, and it conjured up too many hard memories.

“Ouch?” she said at last, grinning cheekily.

“Oh, I think you’ll be saying that far to often for that to be a good choice. Besides, with that “ouch” comes the pleasure. Would you deny yourself that?”

He made a good point, damn him. It was interesting seeing the Dom-mode begin to suffuse him. There’d been flashes, to be sure, but this was way more intense. He wasn’t scary-Dom, but he was…

Something.

More primal, perhaps. Eyes sharp and keen. It was body language and a way he had of engaging visually.

“I see the wheels turning again, Ms. Bobblehead.”

“Oh, right, safe-word. Uhm…” she paused, and he wondered what was coming out of that cheeky mouth next. Her eyes were dancing.

“What about asshole?”

He grinned, shook his head.

“You’re a smartass to the core, aren’t you? No. A word you’ll remember.”

“Oh, I have no problem remembering to call you an asshole,” she said sweetly. “I already have, many times.”

“You may want to remember your position here, little girl. You’re rather…vulnerable… just now, yes?”

She thought he might smack her ass then, give her a taste of what she needed. Her mouth formed into a round () of surprise at his next move.

He reached out then, and firmly tugged down the top of her dress. Her tits popped free, bobbing back and forth as if to entice his touch. He gave a quick slap to the top of each, making her gasp. He slapped at the sides, but couldn’t get a good angle. She was too close to the wall for him to get a good swing going. Moving behind her, he tugged her hips back, forcing her to bend. Her tits swung in the air. He reached for something, she couldn’t see from the angle, but the slap of a crop against the underside of her breast was familiar, and painful. There was no sound for some minutes as he beat her tits, top, sides, bottom. When he paused, she was breathing heavily.

“Was there a word, miss?”

She shuddered a deep breath into her lungs, her tits blazing fire. For a long moment she couldn’t even remember her name let alone a word. A word. A safe-word. Right. She thought she might cum right then and there. A quick slap of the crop on her nipple made her gasp.

“Mercy!.” She yelped out the word.

“Good choice,” he said, then returned to slapping at her tits. He alternated using the crop and his hands in equal measure. She thought she would scream with the hurt, but the pleasure of it held her silent other than moans and gasps. Finally, when she thought she was going to have to cry her safe-word, he stopped. How these Tops knew the breaking point was a mystery to her.

“Good girl,” he crooned, rubbing her aching breasts, his crotch coming to rest hard against her ass. And she could feel him. Feel the rock hard jut of his cock against her rear. She was salivating at the thought of that hardness sliding between her thighs and soothing the fire he’d managed to light in her pussy.

His hands slid down her sides, then hooked into the hem of the bandage dress. Lifting it slowly, she wanted to scream ‘hurry, please, touch me’, but held onto herself. Gawd, but he was taking his time, his fingers sliding over her round belly, trailing along the curve of her hips, the tops of her thighs.

“Please,” she moaned, pressing herself back against him.

“You know,” he said conversationally,  “I think this is the most pleasant you’ve ever been to me! Even saying ‘please’. It’s very out of character, you know.”

A long moan escaped as his hands teased up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she most needed to be touched.

“Are you becoming a greedy slut?” he asked, his tone deepening. He could smell her arousal, feel the heat in her groin. His fingers moved an inch closer. She was quivering, her ass pushing out hard against him.

“Oh, please,” she whimpered.

His hands lifted, cupping her tits and flicking the nipples with his thumbs. He was holding her hard against him, his fingers kneading the tender flesh, constantly fluttering over her erect nips.

“Be right back,” he said cheerily, and stepped away.

He could hear her groan from across the room, and he smiled broadly. She heard him approach, hope blooming.

“Oh, by the way,  could you hold this for me until I come back?”

He slid the crop handle between her thighs, lifting it tight against her pussy. She ground down on it, rubbing her clit, moaning as he snugged it close. OH gawd, so close,she thought, trying to move to the best position.

He lowered the crop to mid-thigh.

“That’s better. Don’t want you leaking all over that,” he said. And he laughed. The asshole.

“Oh, and KittyCat? Don’t drop it. You won’t want to find out what happens if you do.”

The sound of his footsteps moving away made her want to scream. She wanted to shift position, to rub herself on something, anything. But if she moved, she’d drop the crop.  And his warning had been delivered in full-on Dom voice. Which made dropping the damn thing all the more tempting. The devious bastard!

 

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Cum a Cane?

She shook her head as the cane fell across the bottom of her foot. The tug against her anus was immediate, reminding her of the ball-ended hook inserted there, and tightly tied to her ponytail. He lashed at her foot again. Her back arched, and she shrieked around the bright red ball between her lips. A pop of air allowed the drool that had pooled in her mouth to squirt out, and dribble down her chin.

He struck her again and her toes curled as the pain began to throb dully. All of her attention was focused on the streaks of white-hot pain across her aching foot. Again the cane lashed out, her calf took the blow and she jolted with the unexpected slash. Again her head was tugged, her ass burning at the repeated thrusts from her contortions. If she could stay still it would not hurt in so many places, she knew it. He’d said as much to her at the beginning.

He had known she would break. *whap! whap! whap!* The cane hit hard against her ass, then her calf, and her other foot. Her head tossed around, her back arching and twisting. The pain came in waves, the bright slashes of pain from his hand, the torque on her hair, the repeated movement of  the hook buried in her shitter.

His hand stroked over her hip and she crooned deep in her throat, but the quick slap of the reedy wood where his hand had gently touched was perverse. Kind and mean in equal measure, she knew he would be smiling now, watching the lines grow; she felt them rising, felt the hot red lines bursting from her smooth skin.

She wanted to touch them.

Later she’d admire the bruises, and remembering, would masturbate to the memory of the pain. But for now she would endure.

Three hard taps, sole, heel, toes, brought her back to pain. Behind the gag, she grit her teeth, then screamed as the blows moved on, up her thigh to her hip, across her ass. He body burned, and imagined flames ripped along the path of the hated toy.

Again she arched, whinnied, tossed her head, groaned at the pain. His voice came from somewhere, nowhere, in front or behind her.

“Cum. Cum for me, painslut. Cum for me you little whore.”

The dance of the cane was audible, around his words. The rushing whoosh of it though the air, the sharp crack of it against her skin. Her feet took more of the blows, each strike an explosion of needle-like pain. Her asshole clenched on the intruding hook, the ball teasing her guts with every writhing movement.

With a sighing quiver, her body clenched down, gathering pain and exploded.

She woke, cradled against him, his cock buried in her cunt. It was the best way to come back from beyond. His hairy legs rubbed all the sore swollen welts, and she trembled with the need to cum.

He whispered in her ear.

“Greedy little cunt. Cum.”

She complied, instantly.