Eight
Approaching the glass frontage of Elite Encounters, my mask was once again firmly in place. It had only been a short hop on the tube, and my time was spent surfing the net. The first thing I researched was Richard Mullane. I’d meant to last night, but I’d been so horny that had flown right out of the window. If James was going to ask me any more questions about him, I wanted to be prepared.
Searching through Google images I finally managed to find a picture of the man. I winced and then groaned out loud, making the old lady next to me shuffle up a couple of inches. It was a plus - she smelled of stale cigarettes and mothballs. What wasn’t so good was the fact that Richard Mullane was about thirty years old and had platinum blond hair. Clearly they started young in advertising. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. So James Leverett knew I had been lying all along. How did I miss that? He’d given absolutely nothing away, and that tended to indicate the man was as skilled at subterfuge as I was, which meant I was in lots of trouble. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Mullane’s face blurred in front of me as I considered my next move. Turn around and go home or brazen it out. I rubbed my forehead as I considered my predicament. So he knew I was a liar. So what? I bet half of his clients told far bigger lies than I did. Well, a quarter at least. They weren’t going to advertise the fact they were kinky, were they? He was probably used to it, which is why he didn’t even bat an eyelid. I was just a number. Get a grip, I told myself. Switching my phone off, I tossed it in my satchel and tried not to think about the afternoon ahead.
When I entered Elite Encounters, I was frozen to the bone, even though the ambient temperature outside was close to eighteen degrees Celsius. It must have been my blood pressure plummeting through the floor as the revolving door sucked me in and spat me out. I staggered a couple of steps towards the receptionist, and I swear the twenty-year-old brunette looked at me as if I was drunk.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes looked me up and down, and obviously I was not one of the usual clients that frequented James’s sessions. She, on the other hand, was all poised elegance, wearing a fitted navy Chanel suit and high-heeled pumps, accompanied by bright pink fingernails. I immediately felt inferior, and I was wearing red lipstick.
“I’m fine,” I said with a weak smile. “It’s my first time and I’m a bit nervous.” It wasn’t a lie. I pushed my black leather satchel over my shoulder and smoothed out some non-existent wrinkles in my skin-tight jeans, wondering what I was supposed to do next.
She smiled at me kindly. “I’m sure it won’t be your last. James is very good at what he does.” The smile I tried to give her in return nearly cracked my lips. I refrained from telling her that I wouldn’t be coming back to sample James’s many talents again, however.
“Umm, do I go straight through, or should I wait here for James?” My voice wobbled slightly and I swallowed.
“You can follow me. I’ll show you to the playroom and leave you to strip. There are some coat hooks, and you’ll find a chair to the left of the door where you can leave your things. James will expect you to be kneeling on the floor with your arms folded behind your back when he enters.”
“Right.” Another swallow.
“My name’s Annalise, by the way,” she said.
I couldn’t help but wonder if that was her real name, but I smiled at her back and followed the sharp click of her heels. We moved quickly down a long corridor, and there were large wooden doors to the left and right of me. They were numbered with brass letters, but there was nothing else to indicate their use. I had to go all the way down to the end of the corridor before my room came into view. Number ten. So that meant that ten sessions could be going on at the same time. I wondered if I’d be able to hear anyone else screaming, before dismissing the random thought.
“This is your room,” she said unnecessarily. “Do you have any questions before you go in?”
I had hundreds, but I wasn’t going to voice any of them to her. “No, no questions. Thank you, Annalise.”
She gave me a nod and a smile, turned around on a heel, and bounced away. I put my hand on the door handle, asked myself for the thousandth time that day if this was a really good idea, and then pushed it open. My decision had been made yesterday. Now I just had to go through with it.
When the door closed behind me, I felt more scared than I had ever been in my life. Considering that I regularly dance with murderers and kill in cold blood, this is a big deal to me for some reason. I am scared of feeling something for the first time in months, but I am also scared of not feeling anything. I am scared that this session will work, and drowning in anxiety that it won’t. The loss of control frightens me, but conversely excites me at the same time. I’m beginning to wonder if I have finally taken on more than I can handle, before shaking my head firmly. I can do anything. Well, nearly anything. I draw the line at skydiving without a parachute.
As my eyes slowly take in the space around me, my mouth hangs open. The room is full of all sorts of interesting pieces of apparatus, and I whistle through my teeth as gleaming steel frames and bolts blind me. It’s more to do with the harsh LED lighting above, but the effect is dazzling. There’s also lots of black leather, a wall full of paddles and whips, and a large wooden X-frame. The exam table that James talked about is tucked neatly to the rear of the room, but features a pristine white mattress, stirrups, and heavy restraints. I start breathing a whole lot faster than I should and close my eyes. Get undressed, idiot.
The chair and coat hooks that Annalise mentioned are indeed to the left of me, and I swing my satchel off my shoulders and open it up. It’s time to fill it with my clothes. The black sweater comes off first, and my lace bra swiftly follows it. I sit on the red plastic chair, which looks rather out of place considering all the leather everywhere, and remove my flat ballet pumps. Wriggling out of my jeans, I fold all of my clothes loosely and stuff them in my bag. Take off your panties. Oh God, deep breath, you can do this. Standing up, I hook two thumbs under either side of the black panties and drag them over my butt and down my legs. I practically throw them in my bag in my hurry to buckle it up. Perhaps I won’t feel quite as naked when I’m sitting down.
I opt for the middle of the room and sink to the floor. I remember Annalise’s words – you need to be kneeling on the floor with your arms folded behind your back. I follow her instructions to the best of my ability. It is not a particularly comfortable position. The floor is hard, wooden and cold. My right hand grips my left elbow and vice versa, and this action seems to push my chest out. Good luck with that, James, I almost smirk. I haven’t got an awful lot to admire in that department. Sighing, I try to relax. Now that I have followed all instructions to the letter, there is nothing left to do but wait.
Although it seems like forever, the watch on my wrist tells a different story. The second hand ticks softly with precision workmanship, and though I urge it to move faster, it ignores me. I desperately want to fidget, but instead I breathe deeply. There are cameras in this room. Although I surreptitiously noted four to the rear of the room on entry, there was no way of obtaining an accurate figure without being obvious about my observations. A girl in advertising shouldn’t be able to spot covert IP cameras, and even though James already knew that for a lie, I wasn’t going to give him any more clues. I’d play the silly girl game, and he could draw his own conclusions.
Closing my eyes, I straightened my back and tried to clear my mind of the swirling rubbish that insisted on residing there. It was obvious that he was going to make me wait, so I might as well use my time productively. Employing some meditation and breathing exercises, I managed to get some perspective on the situation and calm myself down. Whatever happens, I have a safe word. One word and I’ll be out of here. It wouldn’t come to that, but the bottom line was that this was a reputable agency and James wasn’t going to do anything I didn’t want him to. He would push, yes, but that was to be expected. All I needed to do was to rely on my training and keep my wits about me. How hard could it be?
When the door opened behind me, there was no sound. The only indication that another person was in the room was a draft of air against my back. Remaining ramrod straight, I didn’t move a muscle, but my heart was considering an escape plan outside of my body.
There was a pause, and then heavy footsteps began approaching. The first thing I saw was a pair of black leather boots, and as my eyes trailed up from the floor, my vision swam with black - black jeans and a black dress shirt. Did he think he was going to a funeral?
“Head down.” He placed his hand against the top of my head and pushed down, as if I was an imbecile who couldn’t understand direct orders. My eyes stared at the wood grain beneath me and smarted. This was a mistake.
His voice softened. “You never look a dominant directly in the eye unless you’re ordered to. Etiquette generally requires that your eyes be dipped towards the floor. Judging by your inability to look at me yesterday, I shouldn’t think you’ll have too many problems with that. Right, stand up.”
I got to my feet unsteadily, mostly because my hands were still behind my back, but eventually I stood tall and awaited his next command. My eyes were firmly on the floor, and my cheeks were flaming.
“Look at me.”
James had barely been in the room thirty seconds and already I found him infuriating. “You just said I wasn’t to look you in the eye unless…” My voice trailed off as I realised my own mistake.
His lips twitched. “You have two ears and one mouth, young lady. If you want to survive this session, you’ll need to listen twice as much as you try to speak. Failure to do so will have… consequences.”
The way he said consequences made me shiver, but I still couldn’t bring my eyes up to his. Gah. I needed to get over this. A finger under my chin solved the problem for me. “How do you feel?”
My mouth opened, but it took me a couple of seconds to formulate a sentence. He waited patiently whilst I drank in the sight of his face and the view that his open shirt provided. My eyes trailed up his abs, which I was not at all surprised by, and then they found an intricate web of tattoos. It was official. The man was swoon worthy, and could probably model for Versace. Reluctantly raising my head up to his beautiful face, which hadn’t seen a razor since yesterday, I found his piercing blue eyes once more. They went right through me. “Umm, nervous, tense, and a little bit of scared witless,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow, “Did you fill out that limits form?”
I shook my head, and his expression was furious. I resisted the urge to laugh hysterically. I was getting emotional, which was exactly why I had come here, but it was far too soon. The effect the man had on me was startling.
“Then you have every right to be nervous, because I am an utter bastard.” James looked downright evil as he spoke, and I didn’t doubt his words.
“Then show me what you can do,” I whispered.
His mouth hardened into a tight line at my insolence. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he placed his hand in the small of my back and marched me over to a padded leather bench. “Drape yourself over that. Legs stay on the floor, shoulder width apart, and your arms should be stretched out in front of you.” It was clear that Mr. Nice Guy had left the building, though I wasn’t really sure he had ever entered. James Leverett didn’t look like the type to play fair. He looked more like my type, but that didn’t mean I wanted to date him. He just had a ruthless air about him, and he struck me as one of those guys that didn’t only want to win, but needed to. I suspected he pushed the envelope in every direction and took no prisoners. He was exactly what I needed right now.
Obeying his orders, I pressed my naked body into the firm, cool leather and stretched out. I felt less naked like this, although the thought was absurd. When a band of leather circled my left ankle, I jumped. He didn’t make a sound behind me, but I could almost imagine what he was thinking. She’s a crackpot, and she’s going to lose her shit within ten minutes. I had news for him. It would take the full two hours, possibly more, if he wanted to “break me” as he put it, though I hoped not. Another band of leather encircled my other foot.
“How long do you think you’ll last, Ms. Reeves?”
Ha! I was right on the money. He came around to face me, and though he stared at my eyes intently, I made him wait for my answer.
“Probably the full two hours.”
“I have news for you. No one has ever lasted the full two hours with me.” Another band imprisoned me, this time around my wrist.
“Ooh, a challenge,” I said, and I had to bite my tongue from saying anything more.
“Do you know, Ms. Reeves, never has a pert backside looked so damned inviting.”
I laughed. The last band was fastened, and I tested them for good measure. “I think they’ll hold,” I said impishly.
“I know they will. What I’m more worried about is whether you’ll hold it together. I’m going to be very disappointed if you safe-word within the first ten minutes.” I couldn’t see his face behind me, but I guessed he was rolling his eyes.
“You wish. I’ll hold it together. I just hope you have the stamina to keep up with me.” The truth was, I’d been holding it together for so long, I seemed to be physically unable to do anything else. That was my problem.
He snorted. “We’ll see about that.”
Then James did something unexpected. He began to unbuckle my wristwatch.
“Hey, I need that,” I complained.
“That’s why I’m removing it,” he said. “You may have noticed there are no clocks in this room. There’s a reason for that. I don’t want you to know how much time is left in the session. For the next two hours, you are going to live for the moment, and besides, you’ll be far too busy to clock watch.” Pulling it away from my hand, he walked over to the corner of the room and pushed it through the opening in my bag.
Then he came back and took a handful of my hair again, but this time he held it gently in his fingers. “I’m going to tie it up so it doesn’t get caught in anything.” Threading his fingers through my straightened hair, he gathered it all up neatly and fastened an elastic band to the nape of my neck, making a long ponytail. He then doubled this up, which formed a makeshift bun.
“Remind me of your safe words again. I find I’m very keen to begin reddening your backside, Ms. Reeves.”
Resting my chin upon the soft, cool leather of the bench, I took a deep lungful of air and said, “They haven’t changed since yesterday.” I knew damn well he hadn’t forgotten. He was just making sure that I hadn’t.
Behind me, James cleared his throat. “You are not the first submissive to play hardball with me, Ms. Reeves, but by the end of this session, I will have you compliant, or so help me God, I’ll offer you a refund.”
I shot up in the air as he began to run his hands up the length of my body. He started at my calves, kneading and massaging, and then moved up to my ass. I’d expected his hands to be slapping my backside by now, so the gentle pressure was surprising. The man was clearly trying to keep me off balance. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, though. Little shivers of tantalising delight were creeping up my spine, and it was with shock that I realised I was already wet. It was a little embarrassing, and I had to work hard to keep my moans inside my mouth.
Continuing his gentle path, he pressed along each vertebrae of my spine for a few seconds before he moved upwards. My shoulders were treated to more of the same bliss from his fingertips, before he finally wrapped his hands around my neck. My eyes widened.
“Are you going to answer my earlier question, Lois, or shall I start fighting dirty?” His two thumbs pressed gently upon my trachea to let me know he was serious, and a feeling of utter helplessness coursed through me. It had been a long time since I’d felt such an emotion. It was sobering. His thumbs pressed a little harder at my hesitation to answer, and I almost choked.
“Traffic light system,” I spluttered. “Green, yellow, red.”
The fingers were immediately removed, but the aftereffects still lingered. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, and I was now in red alert mode.
“So you can listen. That’s good to know.”
I growled. “Nasty trick.”
“I’m full of them, sweetheart. Each time you push, I’ll shove right back.”
I believed him.
“Okay, now that I have your attention, I’m going to begin the warm-up. I’ll also give you a word of advice, which I wouldn’t normally do, but I am conscious that you are a novice. Listen up, Lois. Do not tense your body. Relax into the spanking. The pain will build up in increments, and at first you won’t notice yourself straining, but take it from me - the more you fight it, the more it will hurt.”
No more words were forthcoming from James. Before I’d had a chance to compose myself, I felt the sting of his palm in the sweet spot of my butt. I’m not going to lie - the contact stung, but it was bearable. He alternated each ass cheek from right to left with impressive speed for a few seconds, probably warming me up as he so elegantly put it, and then he slowed down, which thankfully stopped my teeth rattling in my head and allowed me to process each smack.
Soon, I began to tingle all over, and somehow the spanking that James was administering was connecting the dots all over my body with an intensity that was frightening. My skin started to flush, and the heat began to build. James’s palm was firm and unyielding, and it unerringly hit the same spot. It wasn’t long before each smack began to burn.
It was an insidious heat. It began with a few flickering flames, moved on to a well-tended blaze, and before I knew it, my backside had turned into the mouth of a live volcano. My whole body stiffened painfully in preparation for each new smack, and I realised I was doing exactly what James had told me not to. If I didn’t do something soon, this session was going to be over before it had barely begun, and that would be hideously embarrassing. My pride wouldn’t let me surrender so soon, even if my ass was screaming at the top of its lungs.
With a conscious effort, I managed to relax. I let myself fall back into the bench and began my meditation breathing exercises once more. James was right - as soon as I released the tension from the coiled spring that my body had become, the pain was more manageable. It didn’t go away - don’t get me wrong, but if I focused on it, I could contain the spreading fire.
“What’s your name?”
The question shocked me. My body instantly tensed up again, and my eyes watered.
“Lois Reeves,” I stammered.
The spanking stopped, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
“We both know that’s not your real name. I am also certain you do not work in advertising, and that’s not just because you can’t describe your boss. That was sloppy preparation, by the way, Lois. If you’re going to lie, make sure you do your research thoroughly.” He made a clucking sound with his tongue. “So, what am I going to do with you?”
Oh my God. My head was whirling. He had seen through me. He was far more astute than I realised. Beginning to wonder if I’d made a terrible mistake in coming here, I felt my blood pressure rocket.
“Relax, Lois. I’m not here to learn your secrets. Well, not those stored inside your head.” His fingers trailed over the reddened globes of my ass, and my body strained against the cuffs as I tried to escape his touch. It was a mixture of pain and suffocating arousal that those hands dealt, and I didn’t know which was worse.
“I think you’re enjoying yourself, Lois. It’s too much fun seeing you spread naked and squirming.”
“I have not been squirming,” I said, outraged, because it taken nearly every ounce of willpower I had to remain still.
“I think you need to be punished.”
“I am being punished,” I groaned. “My backside stings like someone’s dragged it along a mile of tarmac.”
He laughed. “Not yet it doesn’t, but it will, Lois. Until I have my answers, I am going to work you over with a deadly kind of enthusiasm. You’ll learn to love it as much as you hate it by the time I’ve finished with you.” He pinched the top of my butt cheek to let me know he was serious, before his fingers ran down the dipped valley of my ass. “Are you wet for me, I wonder?”
His fingers trailed lower, and I knew where they were headed. I groaned at the thought of him feasting his eyes between my legs. Humiliation warred with arousal, and I was pretty certain I knew which one was going to win. When two fingers slid into me, with no resistance whatsoever, I wanted to bury my face into the leather in front of me. To make matters worse, James had beautifully long fingers, and they felt amazing inside me. A whimper of need escaped, and there was nothing I could do to hide it.
“You’re drenched, Lois.” I heard footsteps, and then there he was, looming in front of me. “So beautiful. So wet.” He placed his middle and index finger on my bottom lip. “Suck them. I want you to taste yourself.”
I moaned in heat at those words, and as soon as my mouth opened, he thrust his fingers inside me. Sucking upon them hard, I watched him smile.
“Good girl. Suck them clean. That’s right.” He patted my head with his free hand in a condescending manner, but I didn’t care. My whole body was alive with tormented need. “How do you taste, Lois? Tell me.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth with an audible pop and waited for my reply. I was face to face with the crotch of his jeans, and the bulge I saw there confirmed that he was not unaffected by me. Good. I didn’t want this to be one-sided.
“Salty, musky, sweet, and syrupy. I like it,” I added, surprised.
“Good. Now look at me,” he said quietly.
I had to strain my head upward to reach his face, but when I did so, he was smiling, and that was when I found him at his most devastating.
“Are you anywhere close to safe-wording yet?”
“No,” I whispered, breathing hard and wishing he would get on with our session. I was beginning to crave one of those orgasms he had mentioned yesterday. I had a feeling they were going to blow my mind.
“Then clearly I haven’t done my job properly. Okay, how can we rectify this? Tell you what, I’ll let you choose… the paddle, the flogger, or the riding crop?”
My breath caught. I looked at the wall and examined row upon row of wooden, plastic, and leather implements. Remembering our conversation from yesterday, I recalled him saying that he would normally use the flogger next, so I guessed I’d opt for that. I wasn’t feeling quite as brave as I had been this morning, so increasing my pain tolerance in small increments might be a wise idea.
When a hand squeezed my left ass cheek, I yelped.
“Well, Lois? Don’t keep me waiting.” He had a handful of my flesh firmly grasped between his fingers, and I had to blink twice before I managed to get my mouth to cooperate.
“The flogger,” I mewled.
Sucking in a hiss of breath as he released his grip, I watched him stride over to the wall. The man looked like a fucking god dressed up in the black getup he wore, and I had a rare moment to myself, dribbling over his pert backside. Men didn’t do things like this to me. Ever. For the first time in my life, my hormones had made an appearance, and I wasn’t sure if I liked the experience.
“I think we’ll go with this one,” he said, picking up a short, black leather flogger with a woven handle. He swished it through the air experimentally a couple of times, and I found myself wincing already. I wondered how many minutes I’d managed to endure so far and bit my lip.
James, as per normal, instantly read my mind. “Five minutes down, one hour and fifty-five minutes to go. Time to get on with the warm-up, Lois.”
Five minutes! It had seemed like much, much longer than that. I instantly began to have doubts as to whether I’d last the whole session, and it had barely begun. This was so unlike me that I had to do a double take for a second.
“Nice choice, by the way. With the flogger, I can warm up your back, the sides of your breasts, the tops of your thighs, and your ass. You’re going to be tingling all over by the time I’m finished, but first, I’m going to have a little fun with you.”
“You mean you’re not already?” I said dryly, rattling the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
“Not nearly enough, Lois.”
There was a chuckle, and I figured that was not a good sound. I heard him walking around behind me, and before I knew what was happening, something impossibly large was being pressed into my pussy.
“What the hell?” I squawked, and my backside bounced up and down in the air as if there was a possibility of avoiding the intruder.
“Stay still, Lois. It’s just a dildo. I’m going to fill you up and watch you squirm.” With one hand on my ass pressing me down into the leather, he slowly twisted the large plastic dildo inside me. I had no idea how big that thing was behind me, but it felt enormous… and… wonderful. There must have been a tapered end to its design, because with a final firm push, it slotted itself neatly inside of me.
“Does it feel good?”
“Umm…” I said. It did feel good, too good if I were honest, but I saw no reason to tell him that.
“That good, huh? Well, let’s see if it feels better now.” He swatted my ass firmly with his hand, making me yelp, and suddenly my insides began to shake.
“What the hell…” I mumbled to myself, as the whole of my nether regions appeared to have taken on a life of their own.
“It’s a remote control vibrating dildo.” The man sounded remarkably pleased with himself. “I can up the intensity like this…” he said, and I squeaked as my eyeballs began rolling about in my head, “or I can change the pattern of the vibrations like that.” I was positive someone had just taken a jackhammer to my small intestine. The thing inside me was industrial grade and dangerous.
“You… can’t…” I had to take a breath because breathing had suddenly become really difficult, “buy-things-like-this-in-the-shops.” The last half of the sentence sounded like one very long word. It was almost impossible to believe, but already I was on the cusp of orgasm.
“No, we have them specially made for our purposes. But if you think that’s good, just wait until I get the wand.”
Oh, God. If this was mediocre by his standards, I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to find out what the wand could do.
“I have one question before I begin round two.” James dragged the flogger over the back of my neck, and his fingernail traced a slow path up my spine. His touch was electric. Squatting down in front of me, he waited until his eyes were level with mine before he spoke. “Have you had anal sex before, Lois?”
My cheeks exploded with heat. It took me a moment before I summoned enough courage to answer that question. “Umm… why does that matter? You’ve already mentioned you aren't going to have sex with me.” I had a feeling I was going to have to answer him regardless, but I wanted to put that moment off for as long as possible.
“I’m not. The question is important, however, because it will indicate what size butt plug I will begin our session with. If you choose not to answer, I’ll just go with large and hope for the best.” He pulled out a massive, jelly-like, black rubber thing from his pocket and waved it in front of my face. “Does this look good for starters?” The smile on his face was nothing short of monstrous.
I just gaped at him. Speaking was a little beyond me at that point.
“Lois? Last chance. Have you had anal before? I’m more than happy to start hammering this in…”
“No,” I whimpered. “Never.” My face had just turned an unpleasant shade of grey.
“This is why you fill out the limits form, Lois. Then I’d have known you were an anal virgin.” James shook his head. “Okay, I’ll go easy on you. We’ll start with a slightly smaller one.”
That didn’t exactly inspire me with confidence. As James disappeared from sight, I tried madly to crane my neck around and find out what was happening, but the cuffs and stretched nature of my body would not cooperate. I was left high and dry, and for all intents and purposes, blind.
“You keep yourself in awfully good shape for an advertising exec,” James commented. “Judging by the muscle tone on your body, you spend most of your time engaged in physical activity, which doesn’t really fit with an office-based job.”
I would have snapped back some reply about me being a fitness freak, but he chose that moment to smear freezing cold lube inside my ass, and that put an end to any small talk.
Squirming madly under the single finger inside me, unsure of whether I was feeling pleasure or pain at his touch, James slapped my backside again. It was hard enough that I stilled instantly.
“Stop that. It’s only a little plug, and I’ll go slowly. If you keep thrashing around, I’ll get the crop out, and believe me when I say you won’t like that much.”
I believed him. Lying as still as I could, I panted heavily as one finger became two. James didn’t play fair. He had one hand underneath me working my clit whilst this was going on, not to mention the dildo that was playing havoc with my internal organs. I curled my body up as tight as a bowstring and felt each jarring movement within me.
“Shhh, Lois. Stop fighting me. It’ll go easier on you if you relax.” I took him at his word, mainly because my body was getting tired of being held so rigidly. Once I’d gotten used to the feeling of his fingers inside me, I was surprised to find he was right. Loosening up my muscles and allowing myself to lie back down on the bench, it wasn’t long before I found myself close to orgasm again. There were delicious licks of pleasure flowing all through my body, and the vibrations were heavenly. Just as I thought I might explode, however, something cold was pressed up against my back passage, and before I had time to tense, James pushed it quickly forward. It slid in easily enough, bar the last centimetre or so, which was splintering pain, but the pressure of James’s hand was unrelenting and I had no option but to accept it inside me. The heavy pressure now bearing down made my ass rocket up into the air, and I yelped.
“Take it out,” I whimpered. My hips bounced against the bench as if that might somehow dislodge the intruder, but it didn’t move an inch.
“You’re not the one who gives the orders around these parts. Try and remember that.” He then twirled the plug around inside me, and I grimaced. “Relax. You’ll soon get used to it. The first time is always the worst, and it’s almost a kindness to go quickly rather than slow, but I have a feeling you’ll come to enjoy being filled. Most of the girls I work with do.”
I was about to give him a pithy reply about the likelihood of a next time, but then the plug in my ass began to vibrate, joining forces with its friend. I immediately lost the power of speech.
“Now we’ll begin.”
The flogger cascaded down upon my back in earnest, as if making sure I wouldn’t commit the grave error of talking back to its owner. There was little chance of that. After the first couple of stinging blasts, my whole body went into hypersensitive mode, and the only thing I could do was pant and grit my teeth. Thud, thud, thud. The swats were carefully aimed to cover every inch of me, and the man was making sure I felt them. After a few minutes, I sank into the bench and forced myself to relax, inhaling the scent of warm leather and sweat. There was reason to be thankful that my stamina level was impressive, because I was starting to wonder how long James could wield that thing for. Thud, thud, thud. The fire inside my body began to build once more, and as soon as he concentrated his attention on my already reddened ass, I nearly blasted off into orbit. The flogger was not in the least bit fussy about what it hit. Its tails pressed each of my plugs into me and licked around my spread open sex and clit. It was in one moment excruciating agony, and in the next some of the most intense pleasure I have ever known – but it was never quite enough. Quite simply put, I was desperate for an orgasm. The trouble was, I would rather have died than admit that to him, so I lay there quietly and took all the punishment he could muster. The word yellow had been on my lips at least twice before he finally paused for thought.
“I hate to say this, but you’re impressing me, Lois. A part of me wondered whether I’d have you in tears by now, but I can see that you’re made of sterner stuff. I think it’s probably time we moved on to phase three. Is there anything you want to ask me before we move right along?” So I was in no doubt as to his meaning, he dragged the tails of the flogger gently up my left inner thigh, then let them settle upon my clitoris, which was screaming for release. I squeaked.
Taking a deep breath, in and out, I managed a cool reply. “No, nothing,” I said brightly, but far too quickly. It couldn’t be helped.
He laughed in response. “Well played, Lois. I wouldn’t have granted you your request, in any case. There’ll be plenty of time for that kind of thing later.” He then set about releasing my restraints. When he reached my wrists, he brushed the sodden mass of my fringe away from my forehead and put his face in front of mine. His lips seemed to move in slow motion, and when I heard his voice, it was deceptively kind and soft. “Lois, when I finish untying you, I want you to slowly slide back down the bench and crawl over to the exam table. My reasons are twofold. One, I get to watch your ass wiggle, and two, if you do decide to faint you won’t have far to fall.”
My face must have been a picture. It was a mixture of ‘you must be fucking joking’ combined with ‘the exam table sounds really scary.’ James clearly didn’t know what to make of my expression, either.
“Are you going to prove difficult, Lois?” His face bore a serious look, but I was sure I detected a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. I wisely shook my head. He nodded in response, and the last cuff on my wrist fell towards the floor.
Free of my fetters, oddly enough my first instinct was to run. When you considered I had paid a fortune to be here, running wasn’t really in my best interests, but the itch was there. Somehow I managed to ignore it, and I slid off the bench exactly as he had instructed, but when my knees touched the floor, I decided there and then that I wasn’t going to crawl. I was perfectly capable of walking the five metres, and he’d still be able to watch my ass wiggle, because I sure as hell wasn’t giving him the front view. Making it to the exam table on two legs, I was rather proud of myself when I managed to reach it without even the tiniest of stumbles. My elegance and grace were back. Finally.
“Pleased with yourself?” James’s voice had turned cold, and it didn’t take me long to realise I had committed a grave error. Turning my head over my shoulder to face him, it was to see two dark eyes bearing down upon me as his body ate up the floor in order to tower over me. Getting up close and personal, his face inches from mine, he said, “Beautiful little display of defiance, Lois. You have no idea how much pleasure that gives me.” My stomach dropped at the almost palpable excitement in his voice. “You do realise naughty girls must be punished?” His body gently pushed mine down on to the mattress below, and I felt myself shiver. “By the time you leave this room, Lois, you will be obedient to my every whim, or so help me God, I will join a monastery on my exit. Do I make myself clear?” His eyebrows had straightened into one long line, and it was a little intimidating, but unfortunately not enough to stop my smart mouth.
“Were you thinking Catholicism, Buddhism, or did you have another avenue of…”
“Sit on the damn table, Lois, and shut up. If I hear another word, I’ll gag you.” A large, round, red rubber ball was then dangled in front of my face, complete with leather straps, and it was enough of a threat that I shut up instantly. I did not want to be gagged.
Hoisting both legs up onto the table, I placed my hands on my thighs and looked downwards. Hopefully James would calm down in a minute or two. It wasn’t as if I had done anything really bad. Honestly, from his tone, you’d have thought I’d just committed the crime of the century.
He didn’t look at me or speak to me again as he began unfolding two metal stirrups from under the exam table. Great. My pelvic exam wasn’t due for another year or so, but if he was performing one now, I wondered if he’d be able to ship off some results for me.
“Does your butt hurt, Lois?”
The question caught me off guard, which it was supposed to do, because he was then manhandling my right leg into a stirrup and fastening black Velcro tape around it.
“Yes.” My ass did sting, particularly now that it was pressed against the firm surface of the mattress, but it was by no means an unpleasant pain - more a tingling reminder of our previous session. My left leg was then placed in the corresponding stirrup, before my arms were chained upright to a ring above my head. My breath caught.
“Good. Are you nervous?”
I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help it. “You’ve got me naked, restrained, and you’re about to spread my legs wide apart. No, I’m just fine and dandy. What are you planning on doing to me?” I bit my lip, and I mean I really bit my lip. This was way out of my comfort zone, but I was well aware that a whole lot of things would be in the upcoming weeks, which might make this seem tame by comparison, so I needed to find a way through my anxiety.
James took care of that problem for me. Snapping on a pair of clear latex gloves, he perfunctorily asked me if I was allergic to rubber products, and as soon as I shook my head, he pushed the stirrups wide and his fingers found their way to my clit. I gasped.
“I’m going to torment you, Lois, because that’s what I do best.” With his free hand he plucked a small glass tube from the table behind him, the end of which had a clear length of plastic tubing and a rubber bulb attached to it. “This is a clitoral pump. I’m going to put it over this little bud here.” He pressed down upon my clit, making me moan. “Then I’m going to suck all the air out of the cylinder. This will make your clitoris swell to at least twice its original size. It’s going to do funny things to you, take my word for it. I’m also going to demonstrate some of that needle play we talked about last night. Remember the needle corset? I’m going to design one across your stomach. Finally, I’m going to catheterise you. You will experience a complete loss of bladder control, Lois. Call it your punishment for being naughty, but don’t worry, we’ll play with sounds and electro-stim, too. It’s going to be quite a session. But first,” he said with an evil glint in his eye. “I’m going to demonstrate the magic of the Hitachi wand, which is another a kind of punishment all of its own.”
I barely heard his last sentence because my mind was reeling. He was going to shove needles into me and then do what? Red, red, red, my subconscious was screaming. My teeth clamped together in an effort not to shout my thoughts from the rooftop. It might not be all that bad. You may even enjoy it. This was great. I was arguing with my inner self. God, if my psychiatrist ever caught a whiff of this, I was in serious trouble.
A sequence of startlingly shocking vibrations managed to stop all the voices in my head instantly. If I’d thought the plugs in my pussy and butt had impressive pulsations before, they were nothing compared to the beast in front of me. You know that feeling when someone ramps up the sound really loud in a concert and your whole body vibrates? Well, I kid you not - my clit was going to be out of action for several weeks, judging by the power of this monster.
“Get that thing away from me,” I panted, but try as I might, there was no wriggle room for me to squirm out of its path.
“Take it like a good girl, Lois. The first one will be fun.” James’s gloved hands moved the hood of my clitoris upwards, so the wand could have better access, and he began moving it around in slow circles. He brought me to fever pitch within twenty seconds, and I was almost ashamed of myself.
“Don’t fight me, Lois. Just relax and let it happen.”
Easy for you to say, I thought, but in the end I had no choice in the matter. My orgasm ripped through my body with the force of a category five hurricane. It was so fierce I barely had time to appreciate its beauty because another one was already bubbling up inside me.
I had a moment to wonder what was wrong with me, because it usually took ages before I got myself anywhere near the land of “O,” but the insistent pressure of the wand remained, and I swear it couldn’t have been longer than another minute or so before I rocketed into my next orgasm. That was when my head began to shatter into a thousand, bright white, tiny pieces.
Coughing, spluttering, and squirming madly, I tried my best to avoid the wand’s insistent pressure, but James had other ideas. “Stay still, or I’ll turn it up, princess.”
OMG. This thing wasn’t on its highest setting? My clit was now burning in pain, and more than anything I wanted to avoid the intense vibrations that were going to be bringing me headlong into another dimension of earth-shattering convulsions. Orgasms are great, don’t get me wrong, but too many orgasms all at the same time are almost as painful as they are pleasurable.
“Breathe, Lois. Just breathe.”
And what the hell was this breathing thing? My whole body had locked up in a rigid line, and my eyes were going to pop out of my head. Be that as it may, it didn’t slow my third orgasm down in the slightest, and in its wake, my whole body started to shake uncontrollably. My legs were rattling in the stirrups, and a low, keening hum started in my throat as I pleaded with James to end my torment.
“What do you do for a living, Lois?” The bastard smiled at me, and the wand, if it were possible, began to vibrate harder. It was unbearable, and I had no option but to suffer under its cruel wrath.
It took me a minute to prise my jaws apart. “I thought you weren’t here to learn my secrets?” I whispered, and there were tears of pain in my eyes.
“I’m not. This is purely for entertainment value on my behalf. When you give me an acceptable answer, I’ll turn the wand off.” Having said that, he ground it into my clit and I screamed. I swear if I’d had the use of my hands, I’d have ripped his head off. Unsure of how much more punishment I could take, my lips formed the words, “Fitness instructor,” and I bit them out. It was another lie, but it fit with his earlier comments about my body tone, so I hoped it would appease him.
It didn’t. The wand notched itself up another level, and I was seeing stars. “What do you teach?” The half smirk on his face told me that he still didn’t believe me, and there was no chance of answering his question because I was too busy sobbing my way through orgasm number four. Though I hadn’t considered the finer details of the female anatomy before, I was now coming to realise that there was such a thing as too much pleasure, and it equalled pain.
When the most painful waves of my climax had subsided, I yelled, “Yellow.”
Thoroughly annoyed with myself, knowing I probably hadn’t been in this room more than half an hour, I realised that I couldn’t take too much more of this. My whole body was going into meltdown, and the shaking was so bad I could barely control my limbs.
He grinned at me for a second, one of those all-knowing smirks that said he knew exactly what he was doing, and said, “I know, sweetheart. I know.” He looked at his watch. “A yellow in just under fifteen minutes. How good am I?”
He raised an eyebrow and wiggled it, and I wanted to slap him. Fifteen minutes! Seriously? The chances of me making it through this session were looking slimmer and slimmer by the second. I needed to get a hold of myself. My next assignment counted on my being able to get through this.
“However, I still think you can make it through another two orgasms before I start sticking pins into you.” He pulled the wand away from my clit for a second, and I almost cried in relief, gulping in deep breaths of hiccupping sobs as my body tried to replenish its oxygen stores.
“So, what do you teach, Lois?” The brief respite was over. The wand was back on my clit and my body went into lockdown. Thankfully, I had already prepared my answer, which burst through my lips as my body tried its hardest to fight off orgasm number five.
“Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.” It was a martial art requiring all-over body strength and tone, and appropriate for females. It worked on the principle of being able to teach a smaller person how to defend herself against a larger one by using leverage and skilful technique. This time there was at least some truth to my statement. I was a black belt in the art, and it had taken me a long and laborious ten years to achieve it.
“Hmm. Interesting. Where you do you teach?” James moved the wand around a little, and slowly rotated the plug in my ass. I came with tears of agony rolling down my face. Every limb in my body was now rebelling against this method of torture, and it was beginning to fatigue me. I couldn’t help but wonder if that had been his plan all along.
The wand was dragged away again as he waited for my response, and I pressed my luck by making him wait for it. My clit was painfully engorged, swollen, and on fire. The thought of enduring any more of this torture was excruciating, and I wanted to put it off for as long as possible.
“Three seconds, Lois, or I’ll put this baby up to its highest setting.”
He was going to do it anyway after he heard my answer, so I didn’t have a lot to lose either way, but I gave myself another three seconds of breathing space before I said, “London.”
James just looked at me, his eyes sparkling with a gleam of delight, and then everything went into slow motion. I saw him blink, and I swear that moment would be forever etched into my memory with a dull knife. There was a flash of white as his teeth formed a feral smile, and then his lips moved. I didn’t hear a word of what he was saying. My eyes were glued to the white plastic head of the wand as it moved forward, sinking back between my legs. I think I tried to yell something, possibly a colour, but I didn’t manage to get the words out quick enough. The full fury of the wand was back, and long tendrils of lightning cracked through me. They snapped and fizzed, burning a path of white-hot heat, until I felt sure my brain had exploded. For the first time in my life, I lost complete control of my body, and it scared the shit out of me. Unsure of how long I lay there, with my eyes rolling, tongue lolling, and saliva bubbling around my lips, it was his voice that gradually brought me back to consciousness.
“Lois. Come back to me, Lois. Big, deep breaths. You can do it.” When I finally opened my eyes, it was to find a cold napkin being dabbed against my forehead and James’s concerned eyes before mine. He had his hand on the carotid pulse in my neck and was looking at his watch.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey yourself,” he said, smoothing the hair on my forehead away from my face. “You still with me, or do you want to call it a day?” I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was pretty sure I’d reached my limit. Little did he know, I did not give up that easily.
“How much time do we have left?” It was an important question for me. I wanted to know how much longer I would have to endure this kind of torment, to decide what the odds were on my lasting the duration.
“Doesn’t work like that, sweet pea. If you’re gonna call red, do it now. I won’t ask again.”
“Promise me no more orgasms?” If I had that much from him, I thought I might just make it, but I knew I was grasping at straws.
“I’m more than happy to do that, Lois, but you’ll be begging for one before the next twenty minutes is out.”
“Five hundred pounds says I won’t,” I whispered.
He shook his head, and his top teeth rolled against his bottom lip, an action I found oddly fascinating to watch.
“Oh, Lois,” he sighed. “You have far too much testosterone in you. Never make bets you haven’t a cat in hell’s chance of keeping.” He shook his head again and got to his feet. He picked up a purple plastic box on the table beside him and opened it. He then plucked out a two-inch long silver needle and examined it. The box was almost transparent, and I could see there were around another twenty of the wicked–looking things in there.
“What colour do you want, Lois?”
“Needles?” I looked at him and winced. “Not feeling too fussy on that score.” Needles had never been one of my most favourite things.
“No,” he laughed. “For the lacing of your corset. Black or red usually work well, but you can have any colour of the rainbow.”
Thinking long and hard, I finally said, “Pink.” I wondered if he might look a little effeminate and a whole lot less scary when handling pink ribbon.
“Pink it is.” While he went off to look for the ribbon, I calmed myself down. Forcibly pressing my body down into the mattress, I managed to get the shaking back under control. Thankfully, my body was in good shape and could take this kind of punishment, but I had a feeling that lasting out the full two hours was going to be a lot harder than I had anticipated.
When James returned he had a reel of coral pink ribbon in one hand and some antiseptic swabs in the other. He looked puzzled. “You intrigue me, Lois. Your pulse rate after the six orgasms should have been at least one hundred beats per minute, and I would have expected it to be a lot higher than that. It was closer to eighty. You’re the kind of fit that Olympic athletes attain, and I don’t believe for a second that you teach martial arts.”
“So why keep asking me questions if you know I’m going to lie?” He merely grunted at that and began soaping down my torso with what I guessed was antibacterial soap. After that had dried, he swabbed antiseptic solution over the area. Pulling another pair of gloves on over the ones he already wore, he then turned to face me.
“Do you want to be blindfolded?”
I considered this for a moment. Did I want to be in a world of darkness while James stuck pins into me and played with rather delicate parts of my anatomy? Hell no. I was going to keep my eyes on that man at all times.
“No, thank you,” I croaked. My voice was a little scratchy from all the orgasmic screaming, and it sounded funny, even to my ears.
“I thought you’d say that.” He held a thick piece of black cloth in his hand and came towards me.
“Now, wait a minute,” I bit back, pulling at the ring above my head as I foolishly tried to free myself. “Didn’t I just say no?”
“You did. But you’re also under the illusion that you get to call to the shots around these parts, and I’m here to tell you that you don’t.”
I fought him. It was probably going to be my last act of defiance, judging by the number of restraints I had on my person, but I wasn’t letting this go down without a fight. My head twisted from side to side as the swath of black cotton came down around my eyes, and I even made a good attempt at trying to head-butt him, but he was ready for me, pressing my body back up against the wall firmly.
“Shhh, Lois. It’ll be better this way - you’ll see.” He ran his fingers down the side of my face, and I shuddered, though it wasn’t in revulsion. I just felt helpless, and strangely enough, I was beginning to realise that this kind of thing turned me on in the worst way.
“I can still call red,” I whispered angrily, annoyed with myself for reasons I was not going to examine.
“You keep threatening to do that, but you need to put your money where your mouth is.” His hand trailed down my arm and along the length of my leg with a torturously light touch. I moaned. Fuck. I was definitely going to lose my earlier bet.
“And if I’d have said I wanted the blindfold?” It was a petulant little comment, but I needed to know the answer.
“Then you wouldn’t have worn one.” I’d figured as much.
The first needle pierced through the skin of my upper abdomen with no warning, and it made me gasp. As my body tried to arc up off the exam table, James’s hand held me steady.
“The first one’s always the worst. The next will seem like child’s play.”
“Nothing you do around my body is going to seem like that.” He chuckled, but when the next needle pierced my skin, I was ready for it, and the pain barely registered. A sharp scratch could be felt, but little more.
“I’m keeping them to the upper levels of the epidermis, so there will be a little reddening around the entry site, but no lasting effects,” he said.
“That’s reassuring.” Another needle went in, and I felt a little buzz of excitement begin to creep through me.
“I’m aiming to stimulate some minor sensory nerves. There are usually two outcomes to this procedure. You’ll either feel pain gradually begin to consume you, or your body will compensate with some hormones and you’ll get a high or rush instead. I’m aiming for the latter.”
“Good to know,” I said, with a fair dose of irony. He didn’t reply. Gradually I lost count of the needles, and my stomach became awash with sensation. It was bizarrely pleasurable. Things were circulating around my bloodstream that I had no control over, and I began to feel lightheaded and giddy.
“You okay, Lois?” James circled his fingers over my cheek to capture my attention.
“Mmm,” I moaned. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“Ah, good.” He wiggled the needle that had just pierced my skin, and I mewled prettily. The pleasure of that tiny movement was intense. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He patted my thigh, and I felt my clit burn in anticipation. Oh, Lord. Six orgasms. Six. There was no way I could want more, was there? “That was the last needle, Lois. I’m now going to thread the ribbon around the hubs. You’ll feel it pull a little, but I think you’ll like it.”
I didn’t like it. I loved it. Lost in my own little world of darkness, all I saw was blazing light. It lit up my body with delicious frissons of electricity, and every inch of me prickled with the need to be touched. Now that my sight had been taken away, all my other senses were compensating, and each tiny whisper of sensation was felt acutely. The satin ribbon slowly stroked my skin, its lightweight tail whispering over my sensitised flesh before it coiled itself around the hubs of the needles embedded into me. I felt the pink satin strip complete a slow weave of my stomach, and with every breath I took, the material pulled softly at my skin. I played about with deep inhalations and shallow ones, but wasn’t sure which I liked best. I had a sneaking suspicion that I might be into this pain thing, but decided it was best to reserve judgement until after James had finished with me.
“How tight do you want it?”
Before I had to chance to figure out exactly what that meant, James drew the ends of the ribbon sharply upwards, and for a moment, I saw stars.
“Can you handle that?”
“Mmmm,” I whimpered, not at all sure that I could. I felt him tying the knot that would hold my temporary corset in place and then he let go of the ends.
“How does it feel?” His lips were close to my ear, and I shivered.
“Hot, stingy, burning, and mighty fine,” I whispered.
“I thought so. You have a higher than average tolerance for this stuff. Good. We’ll continue.” He patted my stomach, and I screeched. He laughed, then blew a line of hot air across the needles, as if to soothe me. I squirmed madly, the needles jarring within me.
“You’re a bastard, you know that, right?”
“You have no idea,” he laughed. “By the end of this session, you’ll begin to understand what I’m capable of.”
That sounded ominous, and wisely I kept quiet.
The next thing I felt was his gloved finger on my clit, and it felt amazing, but damn cold.
“Just greasing you up for the pump, Lois, so I get a good seal.”
Oh, God, I’d forgotten about that. His fingers worked the lubricant over me with far more enthusiasm than necessary. Keeping a straight face took far more effort than it should have, but somehow I resisted the urge to break down and beg for orgasm number seven. I was strong. I could do this. His talented fingers said otherwise.
Although my clit was sore from its previous exertions, it was quickly coming to life. When the plastic tube covered my little nub and James began sucking the air out of the container, I gritted my teeth. My poor, bruised clitoris was now being stretched into an inch-long tube, and I grasped my hands together above my head to deal with the pain. Thankfully, it didn’t last long.
“There. All done.”
“Am I supposed to say thank you?” My fingernails were digging into my palms, and my jaw locked tight. Once again, my body was on fire. I heard the sound of his footsteps upon the wooden floor and immediately regretted my outburst.
Lacing his finger through the middle of my makeshift corset, James pulled. My eyes watered, and I yelped in pain as twenty needles burrowed into my flesh. “Watch that smart mouth, Lois. Your martial arts training won’t help you here.”
He was right about that.
“Okay, where were we? Hmm, I think we were just about to have some fun with electricity.”
My head had been swaying from side to side as waves of pleasure and pain roiled through my body, and the sensory overload was almost too much to process. Those words brought me back to the here and now.
“We were what?” My mouth had opened so wide it was threatening to dislocate my jaw.
“Yes, well, when I say ‘we,’ I mean ‘you.’” He didn’t say anything else, but I heard a ripping sound and felt a sticky wet pad being placed upon my left inner thigh. Trying to squirm further back on the bench got me absolutely nowhere, and a similar pad hit the opposite side.
“We’ll give you a minute or two at that setting, then we’ll notch it up. Meanwhile, I have two electrodes to replace your vibrating plugs, so I’ll go ahead and swap them over.”
Of course, James didn’t play fair. He twisted the plug in my pussy around and around, and then began pumping it in and out. Little squeaks and gasping noises were coming from my mouth, but I paid them no attention. Now that my clit had been encased in a hard, tiny plastic tube, I could feel it throbbing angrily with a pulse of its own. It was seeking attention and was most annoyed that it was not receiving any. When James began to play with the plug in my ass at the same time, I nearly expired on the spot.
“Stop, stop,” I begged, and I rattled the chains above my head with a furious sense of helplessness.
“‘Stop’ isn’t a word that carries any weight in this room. If you want to stop, yell red.”
The vaginal plug popped out, and I moaned loudly, missing the sense of being so completely filled. Two of his fingers replaced it, slowly feeding cold lubricant inside me before they began stroking a firm path up my inner walls.
“Ever had a G-spot orgasm before, Lois?”
I gurgled. Whatever he was doing, all I knew was that he must never stop.
“A G-spot orgasm is much more intense than a clitoral one, take my word for it. If I do this properly, you might even squirt for me.”
Squirting? I’d read about squirting but figured that was a myth. Did people actually do that? Was that a thing?
His fingers began stroking a little harder, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight beneath the blindfold and sobbed. I swear I could feel each of those damn little needles biting into my flesh with each breath I took, and combined with James’s fingers in my pussy, I was swimming in a sea of virulent hormones that had only one goal: explosion.
James didn’t stop his fingering as the plug in my ass was gently removed. I barely noticed when he replaced it with another because I was far too lost in my own little world of excitement. When the current began pulsing inside me, though, I sobbed again.
“Feels a little like fucking, doesn’t it? But I guess you wouldn’t know that, right?”
“Nnnghh.” That was the most intelligible sound that would pass through my lips. Although I tried again, no words could be formed.
“Shhh, Lois. I’m not going to make you beg for this one. We’ll save that for later. I think we need to loosen you up a bit, so just relax. You’re not going to be able to avoid this one, princess.
I had a feeling he was right. The plug in my ass was monstrous, but it felt amazing. It was his fingers that did the most damage, though. I’d thought the G-spot nonsense was the stuff of fairy tales, but James was swiftly convincing me otherwise. Those tiny movements he was making inside my body were setting off cataclysmic reactions everywhere. My legs were once again trembling, my hands were rattling inside their chains, and a pressure was building inside me that I couldn’t even begin to describe, but I knew that it couldn’t be contained.
“You… You…” There was no point in trying to talk, so I clamped my lips together. His fingers didn’t stop their relentless progress, and a heavy feeling settled in my groin that was both heaven and hell. My hips pumped themselves up and down frantically, and there was no controlling that, try as I might. Forced towards some kind of pinnacle that I could neither see nor touch, my body was left to flounder in the dark as my head spun.
“Are amazing. I know. You can thank me later.” I gritted my teeth as the infuriating man continued his tiny little strokes, but there wasn’t much fight left in me. My body was tiring.
“Let it go, Lois. Let it all go.”
In the end, the effort it took to hold it all in was more than I could cope with. The electricity running through me had brought me to such a fever pitch that I was sure my body was giving off sparks. When my climax finally hit, it was ferocious. Without doubt it was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had, and when I felt fluid begin to gush between my legs, I was instantly mortified. Had I just wet myself, or was this squirting? Oh God, oh God, oh God. Mostly glad my bright red face was now hidden behind a blindfold, I just whispered, “Sorry,” over and over as my body continued to rock in the wake of its surrender.
James’s hands stroked my hips and thighs. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Lois. It’s just female ejaculate. That’s the squirting I was talking about. You did great.” My temporary hiding place was then removed and I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the light. “You look cute when you’re embarrassed.”
I glared at him. I didn’t care that I was naked, I didn’t care that I was lying on a wet sheet, and I didn’t care that my legs were spread wide open. Fury overrode all of that in a heartbeat. At the moment I felt so vulnerable, I just wanted to annihilate the man. “If there was a school for assholes, you’d graduate with honours,” I spat.
He had the audacity to laugh. “You’re probably right, but you’ve forgotten something.” He raised both eyebrows up, and as his ice blue eyes caught mine, I drowned. “You’re still tied up and very much at my mercy, Ms. Reeves.” There was a twitch of his lips, and then he turned away from me. Oh God, what now? I had the distinct feeling that I was better off not knowing.
Trying to pull myself together, I took stock of the situation. Twisting my body from side to side to ease the strain on my arms, I figured I’d been in this room for perhaps an hour and a half. Thirty minutes until I’d cracked this shit, then. This wasn’t an insurmountable problem. It could be done. It could. It really could. I just had to stay focused, which was a really hard thing to do with an electrified plug pumping away in your ass.
Turning back to face me, James said, “This is called a sparkler.” Blinking rapidly, it was to find a long black piece of metal being dangled before my eyes.
“I’m guessing you don’t set light to it and shove it in a birthday cake,” I said sarcastically. My eyes narrowed on the thin piece of metal. I didn’t have a good feeling about it.
“You guess correctly. This is a urethral insert. It’s called the sparkler because one of the earliest users of this type of electrode saw sparks when he used it.”
That did not inspire me with confidence. “Did you just say urethral insert?” My knowledge of human anatomy was unfortunately quite good, and I didn’t want that thing anywhere near my bladder.
James had a devilish glint in his eye. The word “sadist” didn’t even begin to describe him. The man was pure evil.
“Yes. It’s another internal electrode, and I think you’re going to like it. It produces quite a strong sensation, I’ve been told.”
My eyes widened. “I’ll just bet it does,” I whispered.
James glanced at his watch. “Well, we’ve got just over another hour to play, so I guess we’d better move things along.”
How long? I’d been here for an eternity. There was no way I’d make it through another hour of this. The man was going to kill me.
Wires began to weave around my thighs in a serpentine manner as James completed his nefarious plot to obtain my safe-word. Judging by the amount of electrodes that were being taped to my legs, there was a very real possibility he was trying to set fire to me.
“I’m going to turn them on one by one and see how many you can handle before we try the sparkler.”
“Yes, it would be a shame if I had to ruin your reputation by telling all my friends that as far as ultimate pain goes, this session was pretty tame.” I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from saying anything else.
“I suspect you don’t have all that many friends to tell, but in any case, I agree, and I certainly wouldn’t want to disappoint you, Lois.”
The very perceptive James was back, and as usual he was infuriatingly correct, although I chose not to tell him so. Holding a control box in his hands, he began fiddling with some switches. The first electrode came to life and sent a flurry of prickling heat up my leg. There was a pause before another joined it, and then another. After he’d lit up five of the things, I panted, “Yellow.” There was no way I was going to deal with this.
“C’mon, where’s your sense of adventure? Let’s try another couple.”
I debated shouting the word ‘red’ long and hard, but somehow managed to keep it inside me. Another two electrodes were fired up, and my internal circuits felt like they were melting. To add insult to injury, the sparkler was then waved before my face once again.
“Ready, Lois? You’ll need to stay really still for this one.” With no further warning, his gloved fingers popped the tube from my clitoris and I shrieked as blood began rushing back into the poor, abused little organ. Throbbing in agony as it swelled, James slowly pushed the sparkler in between my legs. I could only watch helplessly, knowing exactly where it was headed.
My whole body tensed as James gently worked the sparkler inside me. There was a burning sensation initially, which had my eyes watering, but it passed quite quickly. Taking his time, he gently worked the electrode inside my urethra until it was about two inches deep.
“Okay, we’re ready to turn it on, Lois. Any last words or requests?”
My mouth hung open as I stared at him. “Fuck you,” I said.
“Not today, sweetheart.” He might have said something else, but when the electrode was switched on, my head snapped back, and the pain was so intense for a second, my upper body hung from the chains around my wrists.
I wanted to scream at him to take it out, but my mouth was clamped down so hard as it dealt with the pain, speaking wasn’t an option. When the wand came down on my clit again, I didn’t know what I wanted. An orgasm? James’s head, preferably severed from his neck, or perhaps the kind of relief that I’d been searching for these last few months. I could feel it gathering close now. I was losing the tight ring of control that usually guarded every movement I made and each word I spoke. The noose was finally loosening, and I sobbed.
“Can you take a little more current?”
James was wriggling the sparkler inside me, and my head was thrashing from side to side. No, I wanted to scream. No, I can’t take any more of this, but I didn’t say a word. The current increased, and as the wand wriggled and danced on my clit, finally my world exploded.
I was screaming, sobbing, and hiccupping. A flood of tears was pouring down my face, and they were the first I’d seen in a very long time. I welcomed them with open arms.
Although the blindfold had now been removed, everything went fuzzy and dark for a couple of minutes. My head was up with the fairies, floating on an intense cloud of hedonistic delight, and my body was still convulsing in gentle waves that seemed to ripple all the way through me. I was all over the place and nowhere at the same time.
Somehow, I ended up in the shower, though I have no recollection of James untying me, or of him removing all the various wires, needles, and electrodes that had covered me. I was still sobbing, and I had several months’ worth of grief to get out of my system. Judging by my strangled cries and bleary, swollen eyes, I was doing a good job. I suspected he was wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
Cradled to his chest, he whispered soothing words of comfort in my ear as he gently soaped my body down. When my cries began to dry up a little, I noticed, in a kind of surreal moment, that he was still fully clothed and that his shirt and jeans were now plastered to his body. When he began to soap me between my legs, my thoughts turned once again to desire. The man looked more edible than chocolate, and if I wasn’t bone tired, I’d have considered ripping his clothes off. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d just come about a million times! Was this orgasm thing catching, I wondered? The more you had, the more you wanted?
When we’d finished in the shower, he bent me double so my hands were gripping the towel rail, and covered me from head to toe in a soothing moisturiser, paying special attention to my backside, and it sure as hell needed it. He then wrapped me in a big, white fluffy bathrobe and sat me on his lap. Towelling my hair dry gently, he turned my face so I’d have no choice but to look at him.
“Are you okay?”
I smiled wanly. “Not really,” I said. “But I will be, one day.”
“Grief is a funny thing,” he said, not unsympathetically, and I got the feeling that he understood exactly where I was in my life.
“How do you read people so well?” I whispered. My tears had dried up for now, but I knew they’d be back later. I had an ocean of emotions inside me that still needed to escape, but I wasn’t going to subject James to that, even though he was a colossal bastard.
He grunted and began to run a wide-toothed comb through my hair. “I’ve just seen too much of life, both the good and bad parts.”
When I angled my head to look up into his eyes, for a moment I saw Kiel. His eyes were a completely different colour, the hair was too short, and the face was all wrong, but somehow I saw him. He had the same kind of compassion that Kiel had worn upon his sleeve, and in my line of work, that was as rare as being allowed a day off. I don’t remember the last time I took a holiday. Well, when I was of sound mind to do so. The job requires that I’m always on call, or available for an assignment at a moment’s notice, so there are no vacations. Maybe after my next job, I’d take some. Hell, they probably owed me about six months’ worth. I could just see myself soaking up the rays on a small, virtually inaccessible island in Fiji. The idea had merit.
When the comb stopped, James got up and retrieved my bag for me. “In a moment, I’ll give you some privacy so that you can get dressed, but then I’ll be back to drive you home.”
When I began to shake my head, his gaze hardened. “After the session you’ve had, there’s no way I’m letting you take public transport. Also, you need to ring a friend and have her stay with you tonight. If you don’t have one, I’ll stay with you. By the looks of it, things are about to get worse before they get better, and I know how that pans out. You need company, and I won’t leave until you have some.”
“Are you always this infuriatingly domineering?” The tears were gone, my voice was clipped, and my eyes were cold.
He dumped my bag in my lap and put his hands on his hips. “No, usually I’m much, much worse, but I’m treading carefully around you at the moment.” He bit his lip, and I had a sudden, violent urge to punch the guy. I fought my way past it.
“Out of curiosity,” I said, changing the subject, “how did I do? Do you’ll think I’ll make it as a submissive, or am I doomed to failure?”
“Hmm.” There was a pause as he digested my words, and he was obviously considering his response. “Well, you’re the first woman who’s ever made it past the two hour mark in one of my sessions, so that has to be a good omen.”
“Ooh, you complete and utter…” I threw my bag back at him, hitting him hard in the stomach, and the inhuman beast didn’t even flinch.
“That’s why I took away your watch. It’s called a mind-fuck. If you thought you had five minutes left, you’d have pulled yourself through no matter what. If you think you have an hour or more, then it’s a whole different ballgame.” He smiled. “Your stamina is amazing. I’m rarely impressed, but you did good, kiddo.”
“Gee, thanks.” I rolled my eyes, but felt secretly pleased with myself.
“As to whether you’ll make it as a submissive, I’d hazard a guess that it won’t come easy, but if you have the right incentives along the way, I think you’ll do fine.” He didn’t expand on that one, and I didn’t feel inclined to push it.
“Get dressed. I’ll be back for you in ten minutes. If you’re not ready for me, then you’ve earned yourself another spanking, young lady.” He strode toward the door and walked straight through it without looking back.
Hearing it slam, I shook my head and retrieved my satchel from the floor. Whilst I suspected the man was joking, I didn’t care to push my luck. James Leverett was not someone you messed with. The man was just as dangerous as me, and disconcertingly, perhaps more so. Letting out a soft sigh, I dragged my clothes on and decided to save analysing him until a later date. He could take me home, I would call a friend as ordered, and that would be the last time I needed to set eyes on him.
Strangely enough, the idea was upsetting. Why? Because I’d just met my match and had every intention of letting him slip right through my fingers. I couldn’t afford to become attached to someone, and I didn’t want to have to deal with the idea of living a lie anymore. From now on, I was going to be a one-woman band. Besides, I’d be far too busy chained up in some millionaire’s mansion when I began my next assignment. In a few weeks’ time, I’d forget James Leverett even existed. Hell, I’d barely be able to remember his name.