Chapter Five
Kade
There is no feeling on the planet like being woken with someone’s warm mouth on your cock. It only took me a moment to realize what was going on. The metal chain moved across my chest as her head bobbed up and down. It was cold, but a pleasant contrast to the warmth of my skin.
Her mouth was excellent and it didn’t take long before I was fully awake, fully erect and holding onto her hair, thrusting into her mouth. I’d come the night before, but it didn’t take long for her to have me emptying my balls into her mouth.
As she did before, she continued sucking. I let her, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking my slit, cleaning any cum from it. Her pace was slower now. I played with her hair, rubbing her scalp.
I ran my fingers over her collar and down her leash. It was like it was part of her now. I pulled on it slightly and she stopped sucking, looking up at me. “Good morning.”
She didn’t answer, but smiled then looked back down at my cock, as if to ask if she should keep sucking.
If I let her, I’d end up in bed all day and she’d have a serious case of lockjaw. Besides, I wanted other things from her, things I hadn’t thought of in a while.
“Come here,” I said, pulling her leash, bringing her face closer to mine. “Lay with me Raven.”
Again, she smiled and laid on the bed next to me, her head on my chest.
I gently stroked her hair the way I would a girlfriend after sex. The occasional clinking of the chain, reminded me though, that she wasn’t a girlfriend.
It didn’t matter though, she felt great in my arms. I held her tightly for a while, letting my eyes close. I’d have easily fallen back to sleep, but my phone had started going off. 6:30 was late for me. I usually woke at 4:30 am. I worked out for half an hour, got ready and headed into work. I’d be there by 6 am. Though I had off today, my work didn’t stop. I ignored it for now. They could wait. I had two other matters I wanted to attend to first, primarily my sticky cock and my empty stomach.
I shifted my weight, sitting up.
Raven sat up as well.
“I’m going to go take a shower. Will you make breakfast?” I asked her, though I knew she wouldn’t refuse.
Smiling she started to move, then looked at her leash.
I’d forgotten about it too.
“I’m unclipping it, but I still hold it,” I told her.
That seemed to be enough for her, because when I took it off she climbed off the bed and disappeared from my room.
I got up as well, being careful not to bump my knees on her crate.
I showered quickly, then dressed. When I hit the top of the stairs, I could smell breakfast. The unmistakable scent of bacon and coffee filled the house. I made my way into the kitchen to see Raven standing next to the table where my plate sat, heaping with food.
Breakfast was as good as it smelled, though I was the only one with the bacon, eggs and coffee. Raven ate yogurt with granola in it and some green drink. I wanted to feed her, like I did the night before. I called her over. She knelt next to me, as she had for dinner and I fed her by hand. I loved the way she moaned softly and licked at my fingers. She loved eating the bacon.
When breakfast was done, as the night before, I helped with dishes. She didn’t seem to mind this time.
After breakfast, I went to do a bit of work and Raven went up to her room. Seth had told me she’d do her own thing unless I gave her a command. It was two hours later when I finished all of my emails.
I found Raven in her room, writing in a notebook. I was very curious to see what it said, yet I knew I’d respect her privacy.
She set her pen down and looked up at me expectantly.
I knew there were certain things that she did daily. I wanted to look through her other bags. And I wanted to do it in private. I picked up both bags. “Keep writing, if you wish. I’ll be back for you in a while.”
I was worried me taking her bags would cause her distress, or that me walking in and then back out would somehow hurt her feelings, but she didn’t seem to care about either.
She picked up her pen and started writing again.
I carried both bags down the hall. When I opened the first one, I was surprised to find it had some clothes in it. Then again, she did wear clothing here, and who knew if I’d take her places. I didn’t want to invade her privacy searching through it, but just opening it gave me a view of heels and some lingerie. There were also several tails in there. Maybe we’d have to change things up each day. I couldn’t help the smile that was on my face as I closed up that bag. I’d return it to her as soon as I was done looking in the second one. I couldn’t imagine it was more clothes. It had to be toys. Seth said he’d packed them, and the bag was much heavier.
As surprised as I was at the clothes, I was equally surprised at some of the toys. There were the usual, wrist cuffs, floggers, a crop, dildos and gags but there were some other things in there too, that I found unusual, and some I wasn’t sure what they were. I picked up a leather bag and opened it. There was an electric wand in there. I’d used one before, and even owned one. It would be fun to use this on her.
I was glad that I had a dungeon in my home. The big things I had, and the smaller things, the personal items he’d packed. There was an envelope in the bag too. I picked it up and opened it. It was just a single piece of paper with some instructions typed out.
Use anything you want from here, or things of your own. You can do whatever you’d like with her, as long as you don’t permanently mark her. As much as she cries and whimpers, she likes it rough, and seems to feel lost if she doesn’t get at least one hard session a day. The electric works well on her, use it as often as you want. She enjoys sensation play, and I packed some things for her. She likes to be touched and petted. She doesn’t enjoy anal, but I do it nearly every day because I love it, and it tends to put her in sub space. She has a few soft limits. She doesn’t like blindfolds or the dark. If you want to reward her, let her choose the toys. Remember, she’s a masochist. She craves it. Simply tell her, “Raven, I’m going to use you now,” or “Raven, let’s play now,” and she will be ready. Enjoy. -Seth
I read the note twice. I’d been with many women who called themselves masochists. Most weren’t, but a few were. I already knew that Raven was an excellent submissive. Was she a true masochist? I guess we’d find out soon.
I chose a large glass dildo. I wanted to fuck her again, but I also wanted to make her beg for it. I picked up a pair of nipple clamps, spring loaded with weights. I grabbed her cuffs, but left the floggers. I’d use some on her, but I had my own, and I preferred to use them.
I walked to her room and stood in the doorway. She was laying on her stomach on the carpet reading a magazine. Her knees were bent, feet swinging slightly back and forth. She looked a bit childlike there and it made me question, for a moment, the items I had in my hands.
She hadn’t noticed me yet, so I continued to observe her. She turned the page and a small sigh came from her. I wondered what she was reading. As innocently as she looked, I could have imagined it a People’s magazine, but when I stepped into the room and looked over her shoulder I saw hardcore BDSM photos covering the pages.
She looked up at me and smiled. Her eyes darted to the items in my hand. I thought she’d be afraid, but her smile widened and my cock hardened.
“Raven, I’m going to use you now.”
It was like a switch. She quickly flipped the magazine closed and put it in her bag, cleaning up after herself. She moved toward the doorway and stood there, feet apart, head slightly bent down, her eyes on the floor.
I took the leash from my pocket and clipped it to the collar around her neck. I planned on using it in our scene too. I led her into the hall and down the stairs. She followed me through the house and to the door in the kitchen that led to the basement. Her eyes widened when she realized it was a basement. Her hand reached around to touch her tail and she seemed to relax some, but I saw her trembling.
I stopped. “Raven, are you scared?”
She hesitated then nodded.
Well shit. It looked like we weren’t going to play. I was disappointed, but I was no rapist. I wasn’t going to force myself on a woman. “Raven, do you not want me to use you?”
She looked at me confused.
I realized I’d used a double negative and my question would be hard to answer in yes or no form. I asked again, “Raven, do you want me to use you?”
She nodded.
“Raven, my playroom is down there. It’s where I want to use you. Seth trusted me, and you can too.”
Though I could tell she was anxious, she followed me down the stairs. At the bottom, she seemed a bit more relieved. I’d finished the basement when I bought the house. I’d wanted a dungeon, but I didn’t need all the space, and I wanted a cozier feel, so I made a half bath and a game room. I had a leather couch against the far wall and a poker table in the center of the room. I hosted Tuesday night poker with some friends.
I continued toward my dungeon without speaking. When I opened the door, rather than looking nervous like some of the submissives I’d brought here did when seeing all of the metal and leather, she looked relieved.
I brought her to the center of the room there was an open space. “Kneel,” I commanded.
She dropped to her knees and looked down at the floor. I circled her, inspecting her perfect form.
“You know your safe word?” I asked.
She nodded her head once. Sometimes with other submissives I would go into more detail, explaining that I would only stop if they use their safe word know matter how much they begged and screamed. Raven didn’t need that though, she was immersed in the lifestyle.
I left her there for a moment while I went to set up the tools that I would use. I put the clamps on small rolling cart along with five floggers. I thought we’d start out light, and work our way up to more intense sessions as the week went on.
When I was finished, I pulled on her leash until she was standing. I led her to the cross in the corner of the room. Using her cuffs, I clipped her in, so she was facing me. Her body was toned and her skin begging to be marked. I leaned in and unclipped the collar, putting it in my pocket. I kissed her neck and down her shoulder. My mouth explored her skin. I let my tongue drag up her body, starting at her rib cage over her nipple. I pulled back a moment and she exhaled softly. I paused an additional moment then let my mouth attack. I sucked and licked, nipped and tugged on her right breast and nipple, always slowly, always deliberately. My hand played with her left, pinching and squeezing. Her breathing was ragged and her body made whimpers and moans when I got more forceful.
Finally pulling back, I’d admire my work. My hand had made her left breast pink, but my mouth had made her right breast a work of art. There were pink spots from where I’d sucked and red spots from where I’d sucked really hard. I saw some impressions from my teeth and one spot, that was purple that I knew would stay.
Raven’s eyes were closed, and that was fine. I rarely required my submissives to look at me. She looked peaceful, despite the marks on her breasts. Her breathing had evened out once I’d stopped and I might have thought what I did had no effect on her, weren’t it for the scent in the air. I was certain if I parted her legs, her inner thighs would be shiny and wet. That thought made me smile as I reached to my cart and picked up one of my floggers. It was a light one, made of elk. The falls were soft and wouldn’t mark skin.
I began moving my arm in a figure eight motion, striking her chest on both the up and down swing. The sound of the leather slapping skin filled the room, and the steady rhythm of it, had Raven’s breathing relaxed again. It was a good way to start a session.
As her chest and the front of her thighs became pink, I switched floggers to one with heavier falls. To a BDSM novice, all flogges might look the same, but to an experienced Dom or experienced submissive, they are not. The number of falls, strips of leather attached to the handle, determines half of what makes a flogger thuddy or stingy. If there are many falls, say 30 or more, the flogger will be thuddy, particularly if the falls are cut wide. Each swing of the flogger will bring the leather into contact with the skin with a thud. I’d equate it to hitting someone with a pillow or even a thick book.
On the other hand, if there are only a few falls, or the leather is cut into thin strips, it gives a stinging sensation. I’d describe that like being hit with an electrical cord or a swinging rope. The material a flogger is made out of is equally important. Soft suede versus hard leather or plastic makes a huge difference in the sensation as well.
I continued with my second and third flogger. Her entire body was pink, with a few darker lines now showing up from the third flogger. She’d yet to open her eyes and she’d only made soft sounds, whimpers and moans. None of that was unusual. Unlike some silly books I’d read, most submissives didn’t count when being flogged because they would receive hundreds or thousands of strikes before the session was over. It was the rhythm and repeated motion that put submissives into sub space. Counting usually delayed that.
I was about fifteen minutes into the scene and I paused to check her over. Her front was a perfect shade of pink, her wrists were fine in the cuffs, still above her head. Her body was positioned like a Y. Her arms over her head, spread apart attached to the X shaped piece of wood, but her legs were still together, knees touching. I had cuffs for her ankles, though I rarely used those on the cross. I’d see if she could follow command in this state.
“Raven, spread your legs.”
There was no hesitation. She spread her legs shoulder width apart.
“More,” I commanded, pushing her thighs apart with the handle of my flogger.
She complied.
I began flogging her again. I’d occasionally bring the flogger up between her legs and hit her pussy, though not with as much force as I was flogging her breasts.
When I’d moved to the fourth flogger, she was moaning with nearly every strike. Her body was going from pink to red, and there were some darker lines. I slowed my pace, but I brought my arm down with more force. Each impact moved her body, swaying her on her feet. The cuffs around her wrists keeping her from losing her balance.
It wasn’t until she was moaning and covered with a sheen of sweat that I picked up the fifth flogger. I rarely made it to this one, and I’d never used it on the front of a woman before. Not holding back, I brought it down on her pink flesh. She cried out, as the red lines appeared, angry and bright across her abdomen. I let her catch her breath, then brought it down again twice in quick succession, one on each breast. While the lines appeared there, my eyes were focused on her pussy, which was now glistening in the light of my playroom.
I set down the flogger on the cart and moved so that our bodies were less than an inch apart. Cupping her sex with my right hand, I leaned in and growled in her ear, “You’re so wet for me.”
She whimpered in response. I allowed her to feel my fingers for a moment, parting her lips, stroking her clit before moving my hand away. She tried to move with me, but her wrists kept her in place.
Grabbing the nipple clamps, I turned around to face her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing evening out. I didn’t want to give her a chance to come down from her rush. Her nipples were still taut, protruding from her body, pointing straight at me.
Pinching one with my left hand, I slipped the clamp on with my right. The sharp intake of air as I clipped one onto her nipple let me know they were set correctly. I didn’t adjust them, simply attached the left one. I could see her lips pressed together. I was aware that the first few minutes of nipple clamps were painful, though when they were removed was often more painful.
I drew my focus from her breasts to the rest of her body. It was well flogged and I was ready for a new canvas. Pressing my body fully against her, I reached up and with a gentle tug of the quick release clasp, I released first one, then the other wrist cuff from the cross. She held her hands up until I lowered them slowly.
I waited for the blood to flow for just a moment, then turned her to face the cross and raised them again. With a click of metal on metal, she was once again bound to the cross, this time facing away from me. Her back was beautiful, a fresh palate and her ass was divine. And right between her two firm cheeks was her tail. The soft fur hung down between her legs.
It wasn’t long before both her back and ass were pink, and then criss crossed with red lines. With each swing of my arm, the flogger hit her back, making her moan, and making my cock harder and harder.
After ten minutes of nonstop flogging, I set the flogger down. Stepping out of my clothes and moved behind her. Standing only an inch from her, I raked my hands down her back, making nail marks over her raw flesh. When I reached her ass, I gave her tail a gentle tug, then pushed it to the side. Lining myself up with her entrance, I reached around to her front, grabbing hold of her hips, and drove myself inside of her.
With each thrust, I drove in deeper and deeper. My hands moved up her abdomen to her breasts, pinching and squeezing all the way. Thrusting harder and faster, her head fell back and to the side. My mouth moved to her neck, and while I tugged on the nipple clamps, I made bite marks from just behind her ear all the way down her neck and to her shoulder. They would fade within the hour, but it had her panting and moaning, rocking back on my cock.
Her pussy was so wet as she fucked me back. I didn’t ease up on her nipples, pinching the tips that were sticking out past the clamps. She screamed, but rather than pulling away, pushed back onto me more. Her pussy was pulsing. “You wanna come Raven? Come all over my cock.”
I continued to pound into her, even as I felt her pussy clench around mine. Her breathing was labored, yet I didn’t let up. Her sounds grew louder as she came and they remained that way as I continued to fuck her.
I loved the way her screams echoed off the walls. They combined with the sound of skin slapping against skin. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d fucked a woman this hard, and she was taking it all. It felt good, and I pushed my orgasm back a few times so I could enjoy her longer, but in the end, I needed to come.
While her back was exquisite, I wanted to see her face, her tits when I came. I thrust a few final times into her pussy until I was moments away from my orgasm. Then reaching up, I released her left hand and spun her around. Her right hand was still attached to the cross.
I yanked the nipple clamps from her body, then slammed three fingers into her pussy while simultaneously stroking my own cock.
She screamed out, her knees going weak as she hit another orgasm. This one was far more intense. Not only could I feel her pussy sucking my fingers, but she began to squirt all over the floor.
I slapped at her pussy while stroking my pulsing cock. I grunted as I came. Streams of white cum flew from my cock lanimg on her tits and stomach. She was a true work of art. Pink and white lines covering her.
I admired her for a full minute before releasing her right wrist. She swayed on her feet and I had to smirk a bit at having put her in that state. I moved her to the massage table pushed against one wall. “Rest,” I commanded.
She climbed onto the bench and she lay there, face up, but with her eyes closed.
I picked up my floggers, sprayed them down with leather cleaner and conditioner, then put them back. I wiped down her clamps and cuffs then returned to where she lay. There was still quite a mess on the floor, and my cum was melting on her body, running in little streams, here and there, her belly button now full of clear liquid.
I leaned over her. “Raven.” Her eyes opened. “Can you walk?”
She nodded. “Then clean up the playroom floor where you made a mess. You came, and without permission.”
Her eyes went wide. There were many submissives I had where they came whenever they wanted to, but I knew Raven liked pain and I liked to punish. It was as good of a reason as any.
She sat up slowly.
“Take your time. And when you are finished, I want you upstairs in the bathtub. I might want to use you again tonight, and I can’t fuck you all covered in my cum.”
Raven nodded and took the rag that I’d been using from the rolling cart.
I left the room and waited in the other room. When she came out, I followed her up the stairs to the main floor and up the stairs again to my bedroom.
I started to run the tub while she stood next to it waiting. She was so beautiful, flushed and covered in my cum, that I wanted to fuck her again. I didn’t though, instead, I gathered things for her bath. I rarely took baths, despite the fact that I had a huge tub. I didn’t have the typical things you’d find with a soaking tub, like bath salts and bubbles, but I did have a loofa and some shower gel.
Once the water was near the top, I told her to get in.
She looked behind her at her tail.
I chuckled. “I guess that doesn’t get wet. Do you remove it when you bathe? I saw a blush and a slight nod. “Turn,” I commanded in a gentle voice. She turned away from me. “Hands on the tub.” She bent forward and held onto the cool white porcelain.
I gently pulled on the plug until it came from her ass. Her hole gaped for a moment, then closed up. I considered putting my finger in, hell, who am I kidding, I considered fucking her ass right then, but I didn’t want to take advantage of her. Despite what she’d been through in my playroom, the intense flogging, she now seemed vulnerable.
She’d turned around and was looking at me expectantly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Again, her cheeks were pink and her eyes were locked on the tail.
I wasn’t sure what to do with it, so I handed it to her.
She took it from me and smiled once again. Originally, I’d thought of Raven as uncomplicated. She was a submissive who liked to serve, who liked to play as a pet. What was there to get? But the longer I was with her, the more I realized that there was so much more beneath the surface, and what I found even more interesting was that I wanted to learn it.
I was in no rush. I had time to enjoy her, and one of the things I planned to enjoy was her bath. “Ready now?” I asked, looking from her to the water again.
She nodded and climbed in, holding the tail in her hand. It was balled up in her fist.
I was going to offer to take it, but she let her hand rest on the rim of the tub, and it seemed fine.
I’d never washed a person before. I didn’t have kids, and I’d never done it with a submissive. Mostly because they’d never stayed long enough for this sort of thing, but in part, because this was an emotional, spiritual thing that I would have worried might create feelings between myself and a submissive. I wasn’t worried with Raven. She belonged to someone else and I’d seen how devoted she was to him.
It wasn’t that difficult, and despite my inexperience, I washed her entire body. I surprised myself at how much I enjoyed washing her. Slowly, I ran the loofa over every inch of her skin. I spent a large amount of time on her breasts and when I asked her to spread her legs, she let them fall apart in the tub. It was so hot to have such control of her in an area not the dungeon. I could get used to this and I hoped to add it to our routine.
When I’d finished, she got out of the tub and I handed her a towel.
She dried herself and then stood still, as if waiting for instructions.
She was so well trained. “Give me your hand,” I said calmly.
She held out her hand to me.
I took her tail. “Turn around.”
She turned and bent over before I could even say a word. Her hands reached back and she held her ass cheeks apart so I could reinsert her tail. She let out a soft moan as I slid it slowly back into place. I wanted to pull it out and fuck her again right then and there, but she was clean, and I wanted to give her time to herself after our session. “I haven’t forgotten your transgression in my playroom,” I said, standing only an inch from her when she’d stood and turned to face me.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.
“I will punish you for it later.” With that, I left her standing in the bathroom and walked out.
All through the day, I’d check on her. She wrote in her journal, made dinner, did some cleaning and read a book. I’d whisper to her, “Later.” I loved the way she’d tense up when I said it. The anticipation was thrilling for me and I hoped it was for her.
I got some work done, but the rest of the day was spent planning our evening. We’d had a great session, but she’d had an orgasm without permission. While I enjoyed a submissives orgasm and rarely asked women to control them, I could tell from the look on her face that she felt she’d done something wrong. I’d enjoyed our scene, but I wanted to push her, to push myself.
We ate a delicious dinner, with me feeding her the entire meal. My cock was hard while we ate as I thought of the things I was going to do to her.
Once we’d finished dinner and the dishes, I stood next to the basement door. “Now,” was all I said as I clipped the leash to the collar around her neck.
Her breath hitched and she nodded her head. I opened the door to the basement and followed her down. She didn’t seem afraid this time.
In the center of the playroom, I’d placed a stockade. I took a small remote from a shelf, pushed a button and lowered a hook from a ceiling. Though the basement only had a 9 foot ceiling, suspension was still possible, so I’d installed a winch. I’d used it for rope play in the past, suspending my submissives from it to flog and fuck. It could hold 500 pounds.
I ran the hook through a link in her leash. It held her there, though there was plenty of slack. I’d retract it to the perfect height when I had her in position. Pulling on the metal of the leash near her neck, I bent her into position for the stockade. She placed her hands there without being told. I closed the top, trapping her head and arms.
I let the feeling set in as I stroked her cheek. She didn’t seem nervous, as she stood there, bent over. I loved how helpless she was. I could do anything to her and I would.
Opening the top drawer of my toy tool chest, I pulled out an O-ring gag. It had a large metal circle that was inserted in the mouth, held in place by a strap around the head. Once in, the submissive was unable to close her mouth. I planned on fucking her face, and though she’d never stopped sucking me, I loved the idea that her mouth was just a fuck hole.
She didn’t hesitate when I put it on her, though drool started to drip from her lips and make a string onto the floor. I loved how she looked already, but there was so much more to do. Pressing a button on the remote, the hook started to retract, pulling the leash with it.
Soon her head was pulled back making her look straight at me, her neck craned, and her mouth ready to be fucked.
“I should just fuck your face for hours, but I don’t think that would teach you anything,” I said, running my knuckles over her cheek. “Nope. I think you need to get it out of your system.”
I ran my hand over her hair and down her back as I began circling her. My hand went down her spine to her ass. “Spread your legs,” I commanded. She was already bent in order to be in the stockade, having her spread her legs would make things a bit awkward. I didn’t think she’d be able to hold the position for more than 45 minutes, an hour tops.
Once she’d spread her legs I took a small stand that somewhat resembled a guitar stand and placed it between her legs. It was specially made to fit a hitachi wand. Taking the wand from my drawer, I turned it on and placed it in the stand. I raised it so that it was pressed tightly against clit, her pussy lips cupping the head of the wand.
If she raised herself up, she could get some relief, but with her head locked in the stockade, she would have been able to get completely away.
Once again circling her body, I moved to her face. She watched as I stepped out of my pants and pressed my cock against her cheek. I drug it over her soft skin until I got to her puffy lips. Without warning, I drove myself into her mouth. I fucked her for a few minutes. She was choking every now and then when my cock touched the back of her throat, but her body was moving in other ways. She was bucking her hips. I could tell she was close to orgasm. I kept my cock in her mouth as she came hard, her body going rigid, then slack as the orgasm passed. This was the place where most women would sigh and relax, but she couldn’t do that. The Hitachi wand made sure of that.
It made my dick swell even more to watch her squirm to get away from it, but I had the wand at just the right height, and there was nowhere for her to go. I went back to what I was doing, and that was fucking her face while her next orgasm built. It came, and it came hard, but not as hard as her third and fourth. Her head thrashed from side to side when the fifth one came and she was making a cross between a scream and a gurgling noise at the sixth. I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. The pleasure had to be so intense it was painful.
I waited for her sixth orgasm to stop before I pulled from her mouth. We’d been going for over a half hour. There was a huge puddle of her saliva on the floor and I’d yet to orgasm. She just wasn’t able to lick and suck like she normally did with the O-ring gag in place. It wasn’t about that. I wanted to come from her pussy anyway. I knew what it would be like now that it had suffered through six back to back orgasms.
Slowly I walked behind her and reached for the wand. I heard her sigh. Rather than turn it off, I clicked the button to turn the speed up. There was a strangled scream that came from her that rocked me to the core. I nearly came like a teenage virgin feeling pussy for the first time. I leaned closer to her, her body now shaking as she panted. “I’ll stop it if you promise to ask for permission to come.”
Again, she let out a strangled scream. I wasn’t sure if she was agreeing or protesting. That was the one problem with her living as a pet. There was no talking, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t ask for permission.
I stepped back in front of her and placed my hand on my chest. I moved it in a circular motion. “Please,” I said.
Her eyes were wide.
“Say it, take your hand, rub your chest like this, and say please.”
Again, she looked at me with wide eyes and a sense of panic on her face. Her hands were in the stockade and there was no way she could touch her chest, let alone do the sign for please.
“Oh, you’re going to come again?”
She nodded her head fast.
“And you want me to turn off the vibrator?”
Again she nodded, tears streaming down her face.
“Well, then ask for permission for your orgasm and I’ll turn it off.” I moved directly in front of her and stood right in front of her hand.
She immediately raised it and began rubbing a circular motion on my chest. She rubbed wildly as her body bucked from the intensity of orgasm number seven. It never went slack after. She just started making these strangled yelps and stretched on her toes trying to get away from the punishment of the wand head.
I moved from her and switched off the wand, my chest still tingling from where her soft warm hands had rubbed it. Instantly, her head fell forward and she panted, letting the string of saliva continue to fall to the floor.
I let her stay in that position as I loosened the strap on the gag, and gently removed it from her mouth.
She licked her lips and closed her mouth, but of course said nothing. She didn’t move when I opened the wood of the stockade, nor when I removed her right hand.
I closed the wood, leaving her left hand and head still trapped. “I’m going to fuck you now Raven. I’m going to fuck you for as long as I want. You’re going to come for me, but not unless you have permission. Do you know how to ask for permission?”
She nodded her head, moved her hand to her own chest and rubbed it in a circle.
“Good girl. You can rub your chest or mine. It works the same, but you’re not to come until you are given permission. If you do that again, we will do this again, and go ten orgasms. That was seven.”
She nodded her head.
“I’m not going to stop until my cock is satisfied. If you need to safeword, you know what to say.” She nodded. “Or you can do this.” I showed her the sign for stop. My right hand chopping onto my left. “Though you can just do this.” I made the chopping motion on my chest. Feeling that she had all the tools she needed, and not wanting to ruin the moment any more, I moved behind her.
I knew she was exhausted, but my cock had never been more ready. I moved the Hitachi out of the way and stood behind her. Running my fingers up her slit, I could feel how engorged and swollen her lips were. I pressed my middle finger into her and groaned at the tightness. I wasn’t even sure my cock would fit. I’d make it fit. That would be half the fun.
She was wet, but not as wet as I’d have expected after seven orgasms. I supposed there was a point where the wetness stopped, but she was wet enough I didn’t have to add lube.
I pulled out my finger and ran the tip of my cock over her slit. I pushed it against her clit and she jumped. “Mmmm, this is going to be a fun ride.”
I’d intended to ram my cock in full force, but when I pushed, it barely moved. She was swollen that tight. Inch by inch, I moved into her. She whimpered the entire time. It was fucking hot. Once in fully, I pulled back and drove myself in again. She screamed and pulled at the stockade. Her scream was so genuine I actually considered stopping. I looked at her hand and it was holding onto the stockade. She wasn’t calling red, and I wasn’t stopping.
I closed my eyes and let loose. I pounded the fuck out of her pussy. My hands held onto her hips, her tits, her hair, anything I could to drive in deeper, harder. The entire time she screamed, her body moving and wriggling trying to get away from the punishment. I was loving every minute of it. I’d never pushed a woman this far.
I’d hoped to fuck her for hours, realistically a half an hour, but she was so tight, her nipples so hard, her screams so intoxicating that I knew I wouldn’t make it but ten minutes. She seemed to be fighting an orgasm of her own. It wouldn’t be surprising. Despite how sore she was, she’d be hypersensitive.
I saw her hand move to her chest and she began circular motions. “Oh, you want to come pet? You want to come all over my cock?” I thrust hard with each word.
Her hand moved frantically and she let out a strangled cry.
“Yes, pet. You may come.”
There was an exhale of relief and not even ten seconds later, her pussy clamped down on mine as she let out a wail of what might have been pain, but could have been ecstasy.
It was all my cock could take. I’d planned on pulling out and shooting my cum all over her face while she was trapped in the stockade. I wanted to watch it run down her face and onto the floor, but I knew I wouldn’t make it. Instead, I pulled out and marked her back. I loved how it left a little puddle in the small of her back. I knew when she stood, it would drip down between her cheeks and run over her asshole. That thought had me hard again. It had all happened so fast, she’d felt so good, I needed to come again. This time I’d be able to hold off a lot longer, or so I hoped.
I slowly entered her, causing her to groan. I could see her through the mirror on the wall she was facing. Her eyes had been closed, but they’d opened the moment I re-entered her. I started slow, but within a minute, I was pounding hard and fast again. Once again, she was crying out with each thrust, each slap of her ass or pull of her breast. Whenever my hand went anywhere near her clit, she would buck and cry out.
“Your body is for my pleasure pet, remember that,” I growled.
Reaching out, I took the Hitachi from the stand and held it in my hand. I reached around and pressed it to her clit. It was like she was being electrocuted. She screamed and tried to move away. I slapped her ass hard with the other hand. “STAY STILL!” I shouted.
She tried to still her movement, but still her body bucked involuntarily. It felt so good on my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last long. When her hand began to signal please, asking for permission, I granted it. I held still in her as she came on my cock for a second time. When I wasn’t moving, I was able to appreciate it much more fully.
There was the sucking feeling I’d come to associate with female orgasms, but this time I was able to observe the tiny quivers as well the rolling sensation of the muscles. It brought me so close to my own climax, I was afraid I wouldn’t make it, but I did.
I switched off the Hitachi and dropped it on the floor before moving to her front. I picked up her hand that wasn’t restrained and held it in mine. “Stroke me.” My large hand covering her smaller one, moved up and down my cock. I was nearly there before she touched me, and within a few seconds, I was ready to burst. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and held her head so her face was up. “Open wide pet,” I groaned a moment before jets of hot cum shot at her face. A bit got in her mouth, but most of it coated her face. Her cheeks were shiny wet with cum as was one eyelid, some of her hair and her forehead.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” I said stepping back admiring her cum covered face.
I thought I saw her smile before her head dropped forward again, hanging in the stockade.
“You served me well,” I said, removing the top of the stockade so she was no longer restrained.
She didn’t move. I saw her legs shaking and knew I had pushed her body way beyond its limits. She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
“Okay Raven,” I said, moving to a stainless steel dresser against the far wall. In the top drawer were sheets and blankets. I grabbed one and unfolded it. I lay it over her back, the puddle of my cum, instantly making a wet spot.
I left the sheet there a moment and I saw her try to stand up. She swayed and I caught her. “I’ve got you, honey,” I said, scooping her into my arms. I carried her from the dungeon, leaving the mess behind and walked into my game room. I sat down with her on the couch. Using the corner of the sheet, I wiped some of the cum off of her face, at least from her eyes, nose and mouth.
She sat on my lap, her head against my chest. Her body was trembling and it wasn’t getting better, it was getting worse.
I’d seen this before, and I’d seen it where my submissives couldn’t talk. I started to lift her off of me and to my surprise, she grabbed on. “Raven, sweetie, I need to put you down. I’ll be right back. I promise. I’ll be gone no more than five minutes.”
She seemed to think that was all right, because when I tried to move her again, she let me. I placed her on the couch and stood. She’d curled into a ball wrapped in the sheet. She was still shaking. I didn’t want to leave her, but I knew what she needed.
I cursed myself for not having the supplies downstairs, a mistake I wouldn’t make twice. But that didn’t do me any good in the moment. I ran up the stair to the kitchen. I grabbed the bag of beef jerky, the bag of Dove chocolates and then two Gatorades from the fridge. I wasn’t sure which would work for her, sugar or protein, and I knew that she needed fluid. Hell, I needed fluid and I hadn’t come nine times.
I hurried back to the basement and found her exactly where I’d left her. “Raven,” I said, picking her up and pulling her back onto my lap, though in a more upright position. “Open your mouth.”
Even in her state, as exhausted as she was, she opened her mouth as if she were going to blow me and leaned forward.
“Shhh, honey, no, just eat this.” I unwrapped the piece of chocolate and placed it in her mouth. She closed her mouth and then let out a soft moan. I gave her a second piece and then a third, taking one for myself.
When she’d finished it, she was a bit more alert and she’d stopped trembling.
“Please eat this,” I said handing her a piece of beef jerky. She nodded and began to eat it. When she’d eaten half of it, I opened the Gatorade and held the bottle to her lips. She took a sip. I handed it to her and she started to down it. I was afraid she’d choke, but she nearly finished the bottle. When she took it from her mouth, she blushed.
“That’s good. Finish it. And finish your beef jerky.” I looked over at the clock. Our scene had lasted just over an hour. Her body was exhausted, but we weren’t quite done. I waited for her to finish her beef jerky and the Gatorade. I drank mine as well.
I opened one last piece of chocolate. “Open,” I said and she did, sticking out her tongue. “Good girl,” I said, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “Are you doing well enough to clean up after yourself in the dungeon?”
She nodded.
“Good. I want you to clean the floor under the stockade and wipe that down as well. Clean the Hitachi wand and put it on the rolling cart. Do you understand?”
Again, she nodded.
“Then when you are finished with that. I want you to go upstairs, take a shower, then come down to the living room and sit with me.”
I watched her stand, and though she was still shaky on her feet, she walked toward the dungeon. I followed her so I could give her what she needed. I took a white towel from a drawer and gave her some sanitizing spray.
“I’ll see you upstairs,” I said and left her in the dungeon, though a huge part of me just wanted to carry her to my bed and let her rest there while I cleaned up the mess. I knew that wasn’t how she operated though, and she’d served me so well, I wanted to treat her as she liked.