by Zenia, Zara
James nods and escorts me into the space and pulls the curtain. “Do not speak, pet, unless I prompt you, yes? A nod will do.” His voice is soft, barely a whisper.
I nod, unsure of why he doesn’t want me to speak.
He smiles. “I had hoped to engage in a more vigorous scene with you in private, however, that is unfortunately off the table. So I believe tonight will be all about sensory touch and a little more blood play. Does that suit you?”
I nod again and smile as I mouth, “Yes, sir,” without making a sound.
“I will not be fully undressing this evening, but you will be.”
I nod again, realizing he means we won’t be having actual sex this evening and that disappoints me.
“Stand here,” he says, bringing me to the center of the room.
Once he has me in place, he strips off my dress, a short black clinging dress that is cut in a deep vee down to my sternum.
“No bra this evening, what a naughty minx you are,” he says with a chuckle.
I grin as he slides it down my legs and lifts my foot so I can step out of it. He leaves my panties on, and raises my hands up, hooking them into shackles hanging from the ceiling above my head. I’m in three-inch stilettos again, but even in those, I’m still on my toes.
He goes to his bag and pulls out the blindfold and then ties it on me. “Comfortable, Pet?”
“I don’t know if comfortable is the correct word, sir, but I’m not in any pain,” I whisper.
“Good. I do not wish to cause you any pain, well, pain that doesn’t bleed into pleasure.” He chuckles. “Ready?”
“Green, sir.”
I hear the curtains swish open.
“Shall we begin?” he asks.
“Green, sir.” I say again, this time louder.
“Tonight, we shall try some sensory play before we move to blood play.”
“Yes, sir.”
Without my eyesight, my hearing is heightened, as is my sense of touch, and I feel him moving around me. Something pings as he pulls it off the wall, and I hold my breath in anticipation. Something cold and metallic presses against the skin on my thigh. He moves down my body, removing my panties as he does and grips my ankle, lifting it to remove my panties. He attaches something to my ankle and does the same to the other side. I realize I can’t close my legs anymore. There is some type of bar between my ankles, keeping them open. I sense the chain I’m attached to slacken just a little, allowing my feet to touch the ground more fully, taking the pressure off my wrists. I’m still in a position where I cannot move.
He moves again, I think to my left and then behind me. After a moment, something somewhat rough slides around my waist. A rope, I think. He continues to wrap from my waist to just under my breasts, somewhat tightly, but not too uncomfortable.
“Safe word, pet?” he asks.
“Green, sir.”
“Good girl.” He pats my ass and then moves again, this time I hear him pulling things from his bag.
The next thing I know, he’s turning me, so I think now my ass is to the open curtain. Something wet glides down between my ass cheeks—lube maybe? I hear something clink together, and then I hear something shifting against the floor, and my legs being raised to what I think must be the bench that had been against the wall. He moves me a little off center, so I am still hanging, but bent, allowing him better access to my ass.
I don’t say a word, but already I feel heat pool in my core, and my pussy is wet. The clinking sound happens again, and something small pushes against my ass.
“I want to hear you, pet, when it gets more intense, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Whatever small round thing he pushed into my ass slides in fairly easily and isn’t uncomfortable. He adds another, this one a little bigger than the first, and by the fourth one I’m panting and can feel that each one is larger than the last. I gasp as I feel the fifth one pushing against the others already in me.
“Safe word, Pet?”
My body is shaking, and I am gasping, but I manage to say, “Green… sir.”
Instead of answering, he pushes that fifth one in fully. Once it’s in, he moves away from me, and whatever the balls are connected to dangles between my legs. I hear him rummage in his bag again, and then five sharp points roll over my ass cheek. The points move over my ass and down the back of my leg and then up the other leg and over my ass cheeks again. He continues, rolling that sharp pointed thing over my skin as I gasp every few seconds. He grips my legs and moves them to the front of the bench and pushes the bench away, so my feet are back on the floor. Slowly, he turns me.
The wetness of my pussy drips down the side of my thigh. The sharp pointed wheel moves over my nipple with more pressure than was on my ass, and this time my cry is a bit louder.
“Yes, pet, that is lovely.”
The wheel moves over my breast multiple times, piercing my skin in little prickles of pleasurable pain. He then moves to the other breast and does the same, and I imagine they now match. The wheel moves down my leg and back up my inner thigh, and I whimper as it gets close to my pussy. Because of the bar, I can’t close my legs, and my limbs are shaking. He moves to the other thigh, marking it in the same way with the wheel as my whimpers get louder and louder. Then, the wheel moves from left to right over my clit, and I cry out, more wetness from my pussy dripping down my leg.
“Don’t you dare come yet, pet. We want to give our viewers a nice display of obedience, don’t we?”
I swallow hard. “Yes… sir…” I breathe out hard, already so close to the edge. Funny that I’d never had an orgasm in all the time I was with Marvin. Now with James, I’ve already had several, and I couldn’t wait to experience it again.
Chapter 10
Carolyn
I can’t see anything; the blindfold completely blocks my sight. I am so on the edge, each new sensation taking me right up to that edge that he loves to keep me balanced on. His cool hand glides down my arm, over my breasts, pinching my nipples and down to my pussy.
He pinches my clit between his fingers and pulls on it, and I have to bite my lip to keep from exploding. He attaches something to my clit, but I can’t tell what it is. It’s not uncomfortable, and I can bear it. He moves away again and comes back a moment later.
“I think we’re ready for a little blood play now, pet.”
“Yes, sir,” I agree, my toes curling in my heels.
The sensation of a slice on my breast makes me gasp, and then something soft brushes over the cut, like a paint brush. The brush runs over my nipple and across my breasts and then back to the cut, pushing on it, like he’s using my blood to paint my breasts. He does the same to the other breast and the sensations are making me whimper again. Then there’s a vibration against my pussy as I realize that it’s coming from whatever he attached to my clit and cry out.
“Not yet, pet.”
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
The brush then moves from my breasts to join the sensation of the vibrator attached to my clit. I am so close that I know I am going to explode any moment, but I know I can’t. Not yet.
“So close, aren’t you, pet?”
“Yes, sir.” My legs are trembling, and I am breathing so hard.
“You’re going to feel another harder, deeper pinch, pet, and when you do, you may come, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I swallow hard again, trying to hold back as that brush continues to glide over my folds.
Three minutes later, I feel that pinch, as if he’s used something sharp he’s put in his mouth to bite down on my inner thigh, but I don’t care, I just explode, shaking and bucking even as trussed up as I am, barely able to move. I scream out my pleasure, “Oh, sir!” over and over again as his lips move from my thigh to my pussy, sending me over the edge again in absolute pleasure.
As my world comes back into focus, I hear applause, and I remember that this whole time we’ve had an audience. I’m glad that I cannot see them beca
use I don’t want to know who they are.
“One moment, pet, and I will clean you up.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, light-headed and slightly exhausted.
I hear the curtains close, and James comes back over to me. He licks my lips, and I taste that metallic coppery taste of blood on his tongue. “Would you like to see yourself before I undo all of it?” he whispers.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper back.
“One moment.”
I hear him moving something, and then his hands are at the back of my head. he removes the blindfold. I look into his eyes, and there is something there, something more than desire, something possessive and predatory, but also something that tells me I am safe. He steps aside, and I see a mirror in front of me.
My breasts are decorated with swirls of dried blood, there are little pinprick holes centered in the blood pattern, I assume from the wheel with the pointy edges. On my left inner thigh, close to my pussy, are two larger pinprick holes among the patterned, smaller, pinprick holes that race down both my thighs. My middle is still wrapped in a decorative blue and black rope.
“Wow,” I murmur, looking at all of it, thinking about every sensation that went into making all of this, and I can feel myself getting heated up again.
He chuckles. “Not right now, pet. You’ve had enough for the moment, and we are out of time.”
I sigh. “Yes, sir.”
Gently, he cleans up the blood on my chest as I watch him. He cleans out the cloth and washes down my thighs. The gentleness, too, gets me wet and with his mouth so close to my pussy, I whimper. It’s like another tease, and I just want his mouth on me again. He looks up at me and then to the curtains.
“One.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply softly.
“When I say green, you may come very quietly.”
I nod as his tongue moves to my pussy, and my eyes close at the pleasure. The pressure of the beads being pulled from my ass makes me gasp, but though I am on the edge, I don’t come. Not yet, I repeat to myself, not yet…
As the last bead pulls out, he murmurs, “Green.”
With his tongue on my clit, and his finger where those beads just were, I come, shuddering and shaking against his face, but I press my lips together hard to keep from crying out. After a few minutes, my body untenses, and he gives my pussy another lick.
“Good girl.” He stands and kisses me, allowing me to taste my juices on his lips. “Now, let’s get you down.”
He unhooks my wrists from the chains in the ceiling, catching me as I collapse in his arms. He moves me over to the bench and makes me sit as he undoes the bar between my legs. My legs are practically frozen open in place, the muscles not wanting to move, so he gently adjusts them for me. Next, he reaches behind me and unknots the rope around my middle. When he removes it, my skin is imprinted with the braids of the rope.
He lifts up my feet and slides my dress up over my legs and helps me stand. He draws the dress up over my hips and slides my arms into the arm holes. He zips me up, and I look at the panties he’s got sticking out of his pocket.
He grins. “I’m keeping them.”
“And what do I get to keep, sir?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Your pussy is so well used, you haven’t noticed?” he says, shaking his head as he picks up a remote and pushes a button.
Suddenly the vibration makes my clit zing, and I squeal. “Sir!” I squeak out, shuddering on wobbly legs.
He chuckles and pushes the button again. “It has a nice range—about a mile.”
My eyes widen. “You mean you can click that and make me nearly come from a mile away?” I look at him and remember to add, “Sir?”
“I can,” he replies, a wicked grin on his lips.
“May I ask that you not do it while I’m driving, sir?”
“I would never put you at risk like that, pet.”
I nod, relieved. “Thank you, sir.”
“Ready, pet?” he asks.
I nod, sliding my arm through his offered one. “Yes, sir.”
We walk through the curtains, and Theo meets us with a predatory gleam in his eye. “I thought perhaps you were going to do another scene…you were taking so long.”
“Just taking care of her,” James replies.
“Mmmhmmm.” Theo smirks. “Our VIP guests were well pleased with your performance and were quite surprised this was your first time. They are ever hopeful you will grace us with another performance soon,” he says looking at me.
My cheeks heat up, and I glance at James. “That would be up to you, sir,” I say looking at him more fully.
“We’ll see.”
As we move up the stairs, I feel my pussy start to vibrate, and I make a squeak between pressed lips. My eyes go to James, but he just keeps walking at my side, pulling me along with him as he speaks to Theo. I swallow hard and keep moving, trying desperately to ignore what I’m feeling.
“Do give it some thought. If I know in advance, I can let some very important clientele know that you will be giving a performance.”
“I will let you know,” he says as we move up toward the stairs.
“Good. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” he says, waving us off.
Finally, as we hit the first step, he switches it off again. I know I’m panting, wetness sliding down my leg. I haven’t come, but it’s a very near thing. I press my thighs together, so it doesn’t drip all the way down for people to see.
“Let’s get you a drink, pet. Another soda, I think.”
“Yes, sir.” As we walk to the bar, he settles me in a chair at one of the tall tables, so my feet dangle. I set my purse on the table next to his bag and start to cross my legs, but he puts his hand on my knees, adjusting my legs so they are slightly open.
“Stay. I’ll be right back.” He gives me a mischievous grin.
“Yes, S-sir,” I say as he switches the vibrator back on. I grip the chair seat, trying to keep the pleasure I am experiencing from my face.
Two minutes and several shudders later, he returns and sets my glass down and steps between my legs, the skirt of my dress riding up more. “Did you come?” he asks softly, looking in my eyes.
“No, sir, you did not say I could,” I answer, panting softly.
“Good girl. I’ll give you a little break to drink this.” He switches it off again and hands me the soda. “Drink it all.”
I nod and drink the soda, gulping it. My pussy is quivering, and I know as soon as I finish, he’s going to switch it back on again. I set the glass down and look at him, wondering what he’s going to do.
“I think you need another.” He grins. “Stay here,” he says, as he switches it on once more and then whispers against my lips, “do not come, pet, not until I come back and tell you that you can.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, playing the game, my cheeks on fire. My nipples are so hard as they scrape against the material of my dress, and I know I am so close to the edge that if he doesn’t hurry, I’m not going to be able to obey him.
I sit, my heels locked on the low rung of the chair, my knees shaking as my fingers squeeze the wooden seat beneath me. I keep my eyes on him, watching him as he slowly walks back to the bar and takes his time ordering me another soda. He leans his back against the bar, his eyes locked on me, watching me with a smirk. It’s like he’s told the bartender to take his time because it’s at least three or four minutes by the time he is given the drink, and he moves back toward me.
He sets it down on the table, slides his cold hand up my thigh and under my skirt. “I can sense how hot you are, pet,” he whispers against my lips. “As soon as my fingers touch your folds, you may come.”
He hesitates there, his fingers so close but not touching me, and I whimper softly. Then, as his lips descend upon mine, his cold fingers gently meet my heat, and I break apart. Luckily his mouth covers mine, as the need to explode leaves me gasping and screaming into his mouth. The vibration stops, and slowly I stop shaking and can breathe normally again.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my lips kissing me again. “I think perhaps you shouldn’t drive, pet. I’ll take you home.”
I nod, too exhausted to do much else.
He smiles. “Drink this up, and we’ll go.”
I do as he says, drinking it all and setting the glass down. He grabs my purse and lifts me down from the chair, wrapping an arm around my waist. We walk toward the door, and I’m grateful he doesn’t turn on the vibrator, as I am still reeling from the effect of the last orgasm. I’m a little wobbly as we walk, but I make it to his car, and he helps me in, fastening my seatbelt and setting my purse in my lap.
“Where do you live, pet?” he asks, getting behind the wheel and setting his own bag in the back.
I give him directions to my apartment complex, and he starts the car. Before we are even out of the lot, he switches on the vibrator again, and I gasp, as I am so sensitive that it sets me right on the edge of another orgasm again. “Oh… sir…” I pant, breathlessly.
“I missed hearing you with that last one,” he says, reaching over and moving my purse and then pulling up the skirt of my dress. He adjusts my legs, so they are open wider. “Now, don’t you come until we reach your parking lot, and I can watch, pet, understand?”
“Oh, fuck… sir…” I say, shuddering.
“Now, now. No need for language like that.” He spanks my folds just below the vibrator.
I squeal at the sensation. “Yes, sir,” I say as he turns down the wrong street. “Sir, you aren’t on the right street.”
He grins. “Am I not? Hmmm. Guess it will just take us longer to get to your apartment then.”
I shudder out another breath, gritting my teeth. I am so close. He glances over at me and pushes something on the remote that changes the vibration—it’s now slower, and that is almost worse.
He finally turns onto my street but then passes the apartment complex.
“Sir…” I groan, knowing he’s doing it on purpose just to extend my pleasurable torture.
“Problem, pet?”
“N-no, sir…” I pant.
He grins. “You are so beautiful to watch come undone, pet.” He finally returns to my complex, and I give him the code to go through the gate. He parks the car and returns the vibrator to its previous setting. “Are you close, pet?”