I had no time to think about strangling Damian. I always knew I was physically as well as mentally weak though I was good at hiding it. Luke took my arm and steered me to the couch. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him scoop up his bag. I knew I would be reacquainted with each and every tool he brought, and my pulse accelerated."Bend over the couch. We're getting this part of your punishment over with first and then we'll start the real fun. Hands on the back of your head."I did as he said, most of my fight gone.His voice went lower with authority, "Legs wider." I stepped out another six inches. In that same make-me-wet tone, he continued, "I have a pattern in mind. I won't be stopping until it's complete."Fuck. I would rather there be a number. But... he knew that. If he stuck to my ass and legs, I was getting out of this easier than usual. A small part of me was disappointed. Extreme pain might give me the solid night's sleep that I needed so desperately. Also an orgasm, whi
Nine months ago...In the car ride to Winters' Publishing, Luke had explained his kinks in explicit detail. I was uncomfortable because his driver heard every word. Luke was dropping me at my office. Our arrangement would begin on Friday which was half a week away. I didn't know if I'd last. I crossed my legs. His eyes took on a gleam that showed he liked making me squirm. Without a qualm, he asked about my limits.No illegal acts or marks on my arms, lower legs, or face. I wasn't into feces or gold shower play. Animals were encompassed under the illegal acts, but I made it clear. He didn't bat an eye, just listened intently. Maybe too intently. I was well aware his dick was rock hard. I fought the need to unzip his pants and suck it to relieve some of his discomfort. A delectable small tear in his jeans to the side of his cock had me licking my lips. I shook my head. Keeping my mind clear when I was around him wouldn't be easy. Other than my hard limits, Luke required complete com
At eleven forty-five, I waited at the front door. An hour later, I stood and stretched my legs and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The anticipation of his arrival was worse than the aches to my muscles, and I found myself getting angry. This wasn't a good predicament for a submissive on the first night, and I had my limits. A large, bronze, western wall clock hung directly in my line of sight. I returned to my kneeling position and at ten minutes after one, I heard a vehicle. After several deep breaths, I had myself under control and fell into my quazi-submissive headspace, not that it helped much. All I could think about was him fucking me after the pain. A first for me. The thrilling anticipation of pain was usually where my mind was at this close to a scene. Why was he different?I looked down when the door opened. I could see only faded jeans and untied athletic shoes as Luke stepped just inside the entryway and stood there for several minutes. He finally closed the door
Current day...Her ass looked so fucking perfect lying over the couch. I wanted to spread her legs farther apart and sink into the pink folds of her pussy. I didn't know if it was her skin tone, her East Indian nationality, or both that made the lips of her pussy rosier than any woman I'd ever seen. But fuck it turned me on.Damian had acquainted me with a pair of subs after Machala left me. They came as a team; Lilly and Lacy, if you can believe it, and no they weren't sisters. I kept them for two weeks working them over hard trying to wash Machala out of my system. It was funny because they might be perfect for another sadist, but they barely took the edge off my need. They both had fair skin and blonde hair, but even their pussies didn't come close to the cherry blush of Machala's. It was easy to let them go and hard to spend the long months thinking of all the mistakes I made with Machala.I brought my focus back to the precise one-inch spacing I desired on her ass. I finished t
"Mmmmm." Even with the gag, I could hear her distress. My pulse increased along with my desire to make her beg and scream."Oh, I see, you want this." I flicked the instrument with my wrist and brought it down on her inner thigh.Heavy breathing was my answer, but she stayed still not daring to bring her legs together. Perfect. I struck again just clipping the side of her pussy. Her ass rose up. Using one hand, I pushed on her lower belly. The position made me sit over her a little more, but I could still reach the delicate parts I wanted to play with."If I had my piercing kit here with me, I would pierce your clit tonight." Several more strikes made her inner thighs a pleasant rose color."Mmmmm," she replied angrily.I knew bringing up piercing would get a response. It was one of her soft limits and though I'd put needles through her nipples, she denied me the permanent decorations. I opened the smaller clamp bag again and removed another set of clamps that I preferred to use o
He never had a problem dominating me. Taking me like this was his way of breaking me down and letting me know he possessed every part of me. Almost. I remained still, accepting his cock and his control. Even with the large butt plug as preparation, it burned.I tried to think about anything but what he was doing.Bad sub. That was me.I flashed back to the best months of my life. During our weekends together, it was Monday mornings when his true sadist spiked. Luke enjoyed discussing my sexual likes and dislikes, but really we played a game of cat and mouse. It felt strange sitting with him at his kitchen table-cups of coffee in front of us, fully dressed. The conversations had me squirming, which I tried to hide. After discussing our two days of sexual depravity, I left his home and went to work a wet mess. Part of his game was staying hands off on Monday mornings. He'd kick back in the kitchen chair, tilting it slightly and watching my reactions with his impenetrable gaze. It plea
The sway of her hips while she crawled had my cock coming to stiff attention again. I couldn't care less about the pony's tail; it was something I used to cause her mental discomfort and keep her attuned to me. Normally, I would push a little more about where she went when her mind drifted away. But even after months of trying, she never revealed her innermost demons and it drove me crazy.I'd shared more with her than I had with any other woman in my life. Hell, I told her more than I told my bandmates. I wanted it to mean something, but I learned the hard way that she wouldn't cross certain lines. Her deep dark secrets stayed buried, even when they left her in a near catatonic state from lack of sleep. She refused to see a doctor or even a head shrink. The memory of her violent kicking and fighting-loud gasps for air and still unable to draw enough oxygen into her lungs-left me terrified. Completely out of control.Shaking my head, I realized now was not the time for these thoughts
I kept my emotions together even when he carried me to the bath and held me for over an hour. We didn't speak. There were no words for how fucked up our relationship was. No going back and no tomorrow. After he left, I finally gave into tears, burying my face in my pillow, thinking about the words I couldn't speak-the secret I would never reveal.I fell asleep after faint pink rays of sunlight shown through the windows and didn't awake until ten in the morning. The pain Luke provided had done the trick and allowed for more hours of uninterrupted sleep than I'd experienced in months. With coffee and toast in front of me, I sat gingerly at the table embracing the discomfort from my ass. I looked outside into the small, enclosed space I called my backyard. I decided to spend the day gardening. Even though my yard was small, I filled it with plants and flowers that needed tending on a regular basis. I hired someone to clean the inside of my townhome, but I liked getting my hands dirty in