Too Hot to Handle
Weary, Brie looked over at Rytsar, sweat rolling down her face from the pain and the effort. “I can do this…”
“Yes, you can, radost moya. You must.” Giving her a wink, he added, “I am ready to finally be a dyadya.”
His words filled her with renewed energy.
Every push was a step closer to meeting her daughter. Brie tilted her head back to look at Sir, who was standing behind her and smiled weakly as she readied herself for another contraction.
“You’re doing good, babygirl. The doctor said you only have a couple of centimeters to go.”
She laughed tiredly. “Who knew that childbirth was really an extreme version of BDSM?” Brie started breathing more rapidly as another contraction gripped her body.
“You need to slow your breathing,” Sir reminded her.
Brie heard him and understood what he wanted, but she was in pure agony. She shook her head, still resisting it as she lay there, gasping for breath after the contraction ended.
Sir wiped away the tears that had formed during her struggle. “They’re getting stronger and closer together, which is good.”
Brie nodded, knowing he was right, but she honestly didn’t feel that way. If she could make them stop in order to give her a breather, she totally would. But nature was a sadist, and the onslaught of contractions just kept coming…
“I demand a safeword.”
Rytsar chuckled. “This is your ultimate challenge, is it not? Knowing that there is no end until the task is complete.”
Brie sighed as she laid her head on the pillow.
No safewords…
The doctor came back in to check her. “We seem to have stalled out a bit. If we don’t start seeing more progress, I’ll give you Pitocin to make the contractions stronger.”
Brie’s eyes widened in fear.
When the doctor left the room, Brie whimpered, legitimately terrified.
“I know what will open you up,” Rytsar said with confidence.
“What?” she squeaked.
“Sexy thoughts.”
Brie frowned. “Rytsar, you shouldn’t joke at a time like this.”
“No, I think he’s right, babygirl. I want you to think of one of your fantasies. Make it a challenging one to complement the pain you are feeling.”
She tilted her head back. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I think it will help.” Sir leaned forward from behind her so he could play with her breasts through the material of her gown. “Close your eyes and let that imagination of yours run wild.”
Brie took a deep breath. Already, her body was responding to Sir’s touch as he tugged and squeezed her nipples.
She closed her eyes, wondering what fantasy she should play out in her mind. Something challenging and kinky…a smile suddenly came to her lips.
“Have you got one in mind?” Sir asked.
She nodded.
“Does it involve me, radost moya?”
“It does, Rytsar…along with Sir, Master Anderson, and Boa.”
Sir’s chuckle was low and alluring as he whispered in her ear, “Indulge yourself…”
I was nervous. I knew Sir was planning to play out the fantasy I had written in my journal—the one about Sir, Rytsar, and the two hunky men who visited our home daily to help Sir in his recovery.
Unfortunately, I’d already been informed that the two men were strictly vanilla and would not be joining us. Instead, he’d invited men I knew and had scened with before but he refused to tell me which ones.
The only hint was that I would find the scene challenging.
Normally, I would have been intimidated by that, but Sir had a way of taking my fantasies and making them even more delicious than I ever imagined.
I trust him completely, but my curiosity is killing me.
He takes me to a private home, explaining on the way that the owners are off traveling in Europe and have offered their place to him. I like the idea of an unfamiliar environment. It adds to the sense of the unknown and increases my excitement.
We pull up to a mansion in Beverly Hills. It is impressive with its marble path leading up to the house and the giant water fountains on either side, surrounded by lush greenery. There’s no doubt important people live here.
Sir leads me inside and I am blown away by the size and opulence of the foyer alone. A small house could fit in that space. I look up at the tall ceiling and muse over what it would look like to have a ballet of submissives flying in jute above me.
I am guided down a flight of stairs and taken through the hallway to a set of grand double doors.
The doors open up to a luxurious, multi-roomed suite with an impossibly large canopy bed next to a window overlooking a manicured garden. Everything about this place is over the top.
To contrast against the luxurious surroundings, Sir asks me to strip. I look to my left and see a wall covered in mirrors. As I take off my clothes, I catch a glimpse of my naked body. I bow before him, turned on by the fact he still wears an expensive Italian suit.
I am his, to be used according to his will, and I know from personal experience that his will is kinky and ravenous.
“I will not be the only one you please tonight.”
Rytsar enters the room from one of the adjoining areas. The wicked grin on his face and the erection outlined in his pants alerts me to the fact he is aroused by what Sir has planned for me.
I have enjoyed quite a few scenes with these two and look forward to them putting me through my paces—but we are not alone.
Master Anderson walks in, dressed only in blue jeans and his black Stetson. I bite my lip as I gaze up at his manly chest. He tips his hat to me. He, too, appears to be excited about the evening’s events based on the rigid cock trapped in his jeans.
So it is to be three on one tonight. I am curious how it will play out, considering the impressive size of Master Anderson’s shaft. I start to feel tingles of fear and excitement, wondering how much my body will be pushed.
That’s when a fourth man enters the room. I let out a gasp when I see who it is.
I am very familiar with Boa and his shaft, having studied it closely during class at the Submissive Training Center, and then later having been claimed by it during one of my practicums.
Boa is every bit as challenging as Master Anderson.
I brave a glance up at Sir, wondering how much he will demand of me.
“Téa, there will be no safeword tonight.”
My heart skips a beat. We have never played out a scene without a safeword before.
“Do you understand and consent?” he asks.
As always, I have control over what happens next. My curiosity outweighs my fear and I answer confidently, “Yes, Master.”
“Very well.”
I feel the sexual tension rise in the room, now that the four men know there are no limits hindering them. However, this will not be a free-for-all because my Master orchestrates the scene.
First, I am taken to a room on the left where a pole in the center of the room dominates the space. Sir binds my wrists as Master Anderson takes out his bullwhip and begins warming up his arm. With no safewords, I am left totally to his mercy.
I glance nervously at Master Anderson, knowing well the bite of his whip, and he winks at me. I understand that he will be delivering pain, but take comfort in the knowledge I will be kept safe under his Dominance.
The other Doms stand on either side of me and at a distance, so they can watch.
Like the other room, one of the walls is covered in mirrors so I can experience the bullwhip as I watch it strike. This adds a whole new element to the scene, and I tremble with anticipation.
“Get ready, darlin’. This is going to sting.”
I whimper before the first lash even makes contact with my skin. The moment of impact, I cry out with the pain I knew was coming, my back on fire with the strength of his first stroke. This initial lash lets me know he is not warming my skin before diving into play.
My focus is now riveted on that whip and the next stroke coming.
Unlike times before, he does not stop or slow down. It is a continuous volley of strokes that leave me no room to breathe. I scream loudly when it becomes too much, but Master Anderson continues to challenge me, enjoying the limit he has crossed.
When the lashes finally stop, I am left panting and shaking in my bonds, my body numb from the onslaught. I almost feel as if I am an outside participant to my own body, except I still feel the sting when his hands touch the lash marks he has left on my back.
“I love watching your body respond to my bullwhip.”
I moan, mesmerized by his voice. He turns my head, kissing me deeply, his tongue unleashing the need and passion produced by our scene. I become caught up in his erotic energy and surrender to his ardent kisses, inviting him to consume me.
He groans in response, pressing his hard cock against my body.
I want him to claim me…to ravage this vessel he has primed for his use. But I am left needy and desperate when he pulls away.
Rytsar joins me next. After taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, he tightens my bonds and whispers in my ear that he is going to make me orgasm.
Claiming my submission, he bites my neck. His teeth sink into my skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark.
He kneels behind me and begins strapping a device I know well onto my trembling thigh. Settling the head of it against my clit, he places it at just the right angle to leave me helpless to its vibration. Rytsar backs away without turning it on. He picks up his cat o’ nines and I whimper when I hear it cut through the air, knowing the intense pain it will cause.
He smiles as he walks around me slowly, feeding off my fear and obviously relishing it.
Without a safeword, I know he may be the greatest challenge I face tonight. The first time I scened with him and his nines, I’d only taken three strokes before I had cried “red”—and my back still burns with Master Anderson’s recent attention.
I have no safety net now…it both terrifies and arouses me.
Rytsar returns to my side, tracing his finger over my lips. “You will count out each strike,” he commands before reaching down and turning on the Magic Wand. My whole body stiffens as my clit is rocked by the strong vibration.
Because of the priming done by Master Anderson, I am not surprised when the first orgasm builds at lightning speed.
“Permission to come?” I gasp, having no idea what I will do if he says no, since I have no control at this point.
“Of course,” he replies smoothly. “I want you to come often while you scream.”
His words frighten me but do not hinder that first orgasm. My whole body shudders in pleasure.
“Good…” he purrs in that sexy Russian accent.
My senses suddenly come back into sharp focus as he stands behind me, swinging the nines lazily, making me wait for that first strike.
I have never been so scared. Out of nowhere, I start to cry.
He chuckles. “I take pleasure in your tears, radost moya.”
I whimper softly, glancing in the mirror when he releases that first stroke. Fire erupts on my back as I cry out a painful, “One…” He crisscrosses the next stroke with the same intensity, and I scream, “Two…” His strokes are focused, dragging a beast-like shriek from me when I try to voice the next number.
He growls lustfully, turned on by my agony, and commands, “Come for me.”
I shake my head in disbelief. Not because I want to disobey him, but because I think it’s impossible while his fiery strokes continue. But it’s as if my body is connected to him now, desiring his pleasure. I shift my focus to that buzzing tool between my legs.
I cannot drown out the fierce pain his nines incite, but it becomes melded with the stimulation of the wand. With concentration, I am able to build on it until my next climax hovers on the edge.
“Da,” he purrs behind me just as the nines cut through the air, landing on my back.
His verbal encouragement, coupled with the stroke of his nines, sets off a chain reaction in both my mind and body. My entire being shudders as I am taken over by an intense orgasm born of unbearable pain and intense pleasure.
Rytsar pauses for a moment, letting me savor it. But, just as it ends, the nines start up again, and I howl in pain.
“Radost moya…” Rytsar says my name with a dangerously lustful tone that calls to the submissive in me.
My next orgasm follows, rocking my body with painful flames of desire. It is like the spiciest of foods in its addictiveness. As much as it hurts, I want more, even though it might hurt me. Before I know it, my thoughts, feelings, and the physical stimuli meld into one. I am no longer aware, lost to where I am and what is happening…
“Come back to me.”
The voice of my Master pulls me back from subspace. With great effort, I open my eyes and I gaze into his. I feel his warm hand caressing my cheek, and I sigh in contentment.
“You are not done, my dear.”
I let out a small gasp as he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to a new room where the other Doms are waiting for me. This one has mirrors on all four walls.
Sir sets me down but holds me steady because I am still groggy.
Boa stands naked before me, his enormously large cock proudly announcing its need for my body.
“You will be taking him,” Sir informs me.
“Yes, Master.”
I know the challenge Boa’s cock presents, but I am eager to give in to its girth and length.
Master Anderson surprises me when he takes off his cowboy hat and tosses it to the side before unbuttoning his jeans. His shaft, which is equally impressive in its massive size, escapes the confines of his jeans and points straight at me as if seeking me out.
“You will be taking both of us, darlin’.”
Luckily, Sir is still supporting me when my knees buckle. Both men at once? This is DP on an impossible level.
I watch, speechless, as Master Anderson finishes undressing and holds out his hand to me.
No safeword.
Sir gently pushes me forward. I step toward Master Anderson, my heart beating out of my chest.
My stomach does a flip when he takes my hand and squeezes it.
There’s no turning back for me.
Boa lies down on an ivory tantra chair set in the middle of the room and begins stroking his cock as he stares lustfully at my body.
I glance over at Rytsar, who is now fully dressed again. The look on his face is like that of a hungry animal. He is eager to watch this impossible coupling.
I swallow hard as Master Anderson guides me over to Boa and helps position me.
“Take all of him, téa,” Sir commands.
This I can do. I press my pussy against the head of Boa’s huge cock and moan in pleasure as it breaches my opening, stretching me wide. Because of his length and girth, it requires a period of concentrated effort to take his entire shaft. I let out little cries of discomfort as I force my body to take all of him. By the time my pussy is pressing against his balls, I am sweaty and panting from the sheer strain his cock demands of my pussy.
He stares at his massive cock buried inside my wet mound and tells me in a husky voice, “There’s nothing sexier than a woman taking the full length of my shaft.”
Boa grabs my hips with both hands and lifts me up. I cry out as he slowly forces me back down on his cock. I am now focused on his substantial shaft, unable to think of anything or anyone else as I mentally force my body to relax and surrender to him.
Eventually, the two of us find a pleasurable rhythm, my body molding around him. My swollen G-spot is helpless against the constant friction his cock provides. I stiffen just before release, moaning loudly as I orgasm.
I hear the other men watching, make sounds of sexual excitement—a grunt, a quiet groan, a low, lustful growl. Their masculine utterances turn me on even more.
Boa gives me a sexy smack, when Sir commands that he make me come again. With strong arms, Boa begins pumping me up and down on his shaft again, faster and faster, stealing my breath away as my body struggles to conform to his energetic rhythm.
Once again, I find myself surrendering to the painful girth of his cock and relishing it as I come again. I make little whimpering sounds, the intense pulses caused by the constant stimulation driving me wild. I throw back my head, gasping as I come.
“Hold her,” Sir commands.
Boa wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest, holding me still while my pussy milks his giant cock. As I lay there with my cheek against his sweaty chest, I am surrounded by his masculine scent and find it intoxicating. His scent permeates my senses, adding to the erotic dynamic of this encounter.
We are both subs at the mercy of Sir’s whims and desires, taking pleasure in our mutual submission to my Master’s will. It is an entirely new experience, and I revel in it.
As I lay there, slowly coming down from the ecstasy of my last orgasm, I hear the distinct sound of lubricant being massaged on taut skin.
The fear returns. I tense in Boa’s arms, realizing that the time has come for their double penetration. My pussy is already stretched past capacity. I cannot imagine taking Master Anderson’s cock in my ass, much less doing so with Boa’s buried deep inside me.
This is the greatest challenge I have ever faced, and I am unsure if I will survive it.
Master Anderson moves beside me so I can watch as he liberally coats his impressive shaft with the lubricant. It seems to grow even bigger with his manual stimulation.
My eyes widen, staring in terrified fascination at his massive shaft, wondering how much I will be forced to take.
Rytsar sniffs the air and smiles. “I smell your fear, radost moya.”
I glance over at Sir. His eyes locked on me, a look of avarice in his expression that I haven’t seen before. My body shivers under his intense gaze, and I am aroused by it.
I hear the unbuckling of a belt and watch as Rytsar removes his dress pants and pulls out his rigid cock. His lustful expression as he stares at me makes my body tingle with anticipation.
Both Sir and Rytsar walk toward me.
As they approach, I feel as if I am about to faint, not knowing how much they will expect of me. My imagination is running wild.
Sir orders Boa to let me go.
Sir reaches out and lifts my chin. I tremble at the feel of his touch, responding to the electricity of it. I look up at him with fear and adoration.
“My goddess, I am well pleased.”
I smile, basking in his praise.
“But I want more.”
“Yes, Master,” I answer, silently wondering if this will be my undoing.
“We are going to dominate not only your body, but also your will, téa.”
My pussy instinctually constricts in pleasure hearing this. The submissive in me longs for the level of domination these men offer, but I have never truly sacrificed my will before. Always, I have had the power to walk away if things go past my endurance.
The session with the bullwhip and the cat o’ nines was only the prelude to this ultimate sacrifice of will. I hope to experience the greatest of submissive ecstasy.
I am standing on a precipice, about to freefall with no net to save me. I gaze at Sir, drawn to his lustful need. The love and devotion I have for him remains unfaltering. I long to please him—no matter the cost.
My bottom lip trembles. “If it pleases you, Master.”
Those simple but powerful words seal my fate.
The four men grunt their approval, their eyes flashing with excitement now that I have officially laid my will down at their feet.
Sir caresses my cheek, and the pride I see in his eyes fortifies my heart, infusing me with courage.
“Anderson will claim your ass while Durov lays claim to your mouth.”
I nod in understanding.
“You will keep your eyes locked on mine the entire time. I want to see every emotion play out on your face.”
By commanding that my eyes remain open, he has taken away my one escape. Now I must be fully present and aware through the entire scene.
I’m finding it hard to swallow, to breathe, to even think.
Sir kneels down beside the chair and cradles my face with both hands. He leans in and kisses me. His kiss is tender and sweet—like a blessing.
The ache of my devotion cannot be satisfied.
When he pulls away, I know he has taken my will from me. I am theirs—all barriers stripped away.
Master Anderson positions himself behind me and I feel his finger, slippery with lubricant, slip inside my tight opening. He liberally coats the inner walls of my ass to ready it for penetration. I then feel the pressure of his cock press against my taut hole, but he stills himself, waiting.
I whimper, the anticipation of his penetration driving me wild.
Rytsar straddles the tantra chair, his cock level with my mouth.
“Ride Boa’s cock,” Sir tells me.
I start rocking my hips, and my body is instantly reminded of Boa’s generous girth. While looking at Sir, I mentally force my body to relax and hear Boa’s appreciative groan as I coat his shaft with my excitement.
It is true…I desire this—to be used for pleasure.
“Open your mouth,” Sir commands huskily. “But keep those beautiful eyes on me.”
I rest one hand on Boa’s muscular chest, grasping Rytsar’s hard cock with the other. I wrap my lips around the smooth head of his shaft while keeping my gaze locked on Sir. I know the Russian’s cock well and purr when I taste his precome.
My eyes are on my Master, and I see that he is pleased. For a brief second, I forget everything but Sir.
“Claim her,” Sir commands, his eyes gleaming with that look of avarice I’d seen before.
Master Anderson grabs my waist and holds me as he forcefully presses the head of his cock against my resistant pink rosette.
A cold chill rushes through me, but I override the primal instinct to resist and allow Master Anderson inside.
“That’s it, darlin’. Let me in.”
He presses harder and my cries are muffled by Rytsar’s cock as Master Anderson begins to breach my opening.
I freeze up, my body overwhelmed by the intense sensation.
Sir can see that my body is fighting against this. In a velvety voice, he tells me, “I want to see the expression on your face when the head of his cock slips in.”
The command has been given.
“Suck my cock, radost moya,” Rytsar growls seductively, pushing his cock deep into my throat. I concentrate on his cock and moan in pleasure as Boa begins playing with my breasts.
The tugging and squeezing of my nipples primes my body for deeper penetration, not only coating Boa with my wetness, but also naturally relaxing my muscles. I suddenly recall that Boa’s Mistress had played with my nipples during my practicum with Boa when I became personally acquainted with his mighty shaft that first time.
I realize that both men are helping me, so I suck harder on Rytsar’s cock, moving in rhythm with Boa’s tugging of my nipples.
It relaxes my clenched muscles enough that Master Anderson is able to push in. I scream against Rytsar’s shaft in discomfort and excitement as I feel the head of his massive cock enter my ass.
“Oh, shit…” Boa groans passionately as his hands squeeze my breasts roughly. I can only imagine what this must feel like for him.
I am left gasping and panting, unsure how I can survive having two giant cocks pumping inside me but wanting to try.
The look in Sir’s eyes lets me know he is extremely aroused, which excites me even more.
I feel the butterflies take over when I hear him say, “Claim her.”
My body is about to be taken beyond its limit and I’m tempted to close my eyes to prepare for this fucking, but I obey my Master and keep my eyes locked on his as Boa grabs my waist and Master Anderson grabs my hips.
Together they begin moving inside me and I can’t even breathe. I can feel it coming for me, the elusive gift of subspace coming to take me away…
“Brie, open your eyes.”