Best Bondage Erotica of the Year, Volume 2

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  His Toy was tied to a spanking bench with restraints holding her in position, limiting her movements but tilting her buttocks up so her soaked and swollen pussy was on full display.

  Gail felt a sympathetic throb of arousal in her depths. She reached inside her pencil skirt while she read, dragging her panties down and completely off. She examined how damp they’d become, breathing in her spicy scent.

  Sir started slowly with hand-delivered spanks, alternated with rubs, on His Toy’s peachy behind. Soon her warmed skin bore a rosy glow. Sir changed implements to a leather paddle. Its impact was harder, deeper. Soon His Toy’s tears began to flow, even as the heat and arousal built within her, causing her head to swim.

  Gail was fascinated by the floaty feeling of subspace described. She stroked herself as she read, becoming sticky with arousal as her interest grew.

  Sir knew that His Toy required further punishment. Before delivering stripes with a crop, he fondled her chest, then moved to grasp her nipples in a pincer grip. His sub was unable to wriggle away, yet this wasn’t an issue. She groaned and gasped with pleasure, begging her Dom: “Please Sir, please may I come?”

  Gail felt fevered from the vivid passage. She hastily unbuttoned her blouse to free her breasts from the confines of their satin cups. She felt shameless sitting with one hand up her skirt and her tits exposed, but playing into her fantasy that she was being watched, it was thrilling.

  She pinched each nipple hard. The intense sensation, equal parts pleasure and pain, caused further throbs in her pussy. Alternating between each nub, she maintained fresh triggers of sensation. Bolts of lust raced from her chest to her pussy. Gail imagined her dominant lover commanding she torment her tender flesh as he watched her squirm.

  She was aware that her liquid arousal, which coated the plump flesh of her pussy, had trickled downward, tickling her butt crack. She’d never experienced such a copious flow until she’d begun reading about restraint and dominance.

  In the story, His Toy was struggling to hold back her climax. Gail’s own hips were straining and tensing in sympathy.

  To delay His Toy’s gratification Sir instructed her to change position. He fastened her bound wrists to the dungeon’s winch, cuffing a spreader bar between each ankle. With her legs pushed wide apart by the bar, there was no disguising the evidence of His Toy’s arousal. Lines of her lubrication stretched until they snapped, dripping puddles on the hard floor.

  “You love this, don’t you, you dirty bitch?”

  Sir’s English accent was heavy with apparent distaste. His Toy simply nodded with a mixture of lust and shame.

  He cranked the winch up until His Toy could only just stand on her tiptoes. With arms and shoulders pulled taut, her breasts and pussy were on full display.

  “Let’s see how much you can take,” Sir growled, clamping a clothespin on each of His Toy’s already swollen nipples.

  Gail bit her lip. Despite how agonizing that would surely feel, her own slit moistened even more.

  “Six stripes. Count please.” Sir’s commanding voice was emotionless.

  As he rained strokes across the flesh of his submissive’s buttocks, she yelped. Trying to remain in place, she counted. Her voice cracked with the sobs she was holding back.

  Sir flung the crop aside to grasp His Toy around the waist, drawing her toward him while lifting her at the hips to position her onto his engorged penis.

  “Don’t you dare come,” he demanded. Then he used one hand to brush both clothespins off her trapped nipples.

  “Sir! Pleeeease!”

  His Toy squealed with pain as the blood rushed back to the fleshy pinpoints.

  “Come!” Sir roared before rubbing each nipple tip in turn. His Toy bucked and thrust wildly on him, her juices running free. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed around his length. Using her bound arms for leverage, she rode her master like he was a bucking bronco on a dude ranch.

  Gail was now thrusting three fingers into her soaked pussy, administering pleasure combined with brutality. Shocked and excited in equal measure, the intensity of sensations she felt had her thrusting knuckles-deep inside herself. Her swollen clit pulsated in time with the squeezing of her pussy walls.

  These stories seemed to unlock a different kind of passion in her, one she’d never experienced. She was discovering they unleashed a hunger in her body, the embers of which continued to glow even after she’d climaxed. They never completely cooled, so she’d find herself with aching nipples or a slick of moisture coating her pussy any time she recalled the stories she’d read.

  Gail wondered if this change was because she was missing regular sex? Liaisons had never been exciting with Roger—nothing like what she’d experienced from reading HMV’s stories. Rather, it had been comfortable, a way to show affection and relax.

  The next evening, she went online to order sex toys. Gail chose items aimed at beginners. Her virtual shopping basket contained a soft, silicone vibrator, curved to reach her G-spot, a small rose gold bullet vibe and a glass dildo, which was textured with twists that were tinted red and blue, making it beautiful to behold. Once she’d paid, she checked her email.

  A direct message was waiting from Charmaine.

  Hi Gail, how are you?

  I feel energized! How about you?

  Busy. Where’s this energy coming from?

  Not sure but I keep feeling horny!

  Gail’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Should she discuss this with her friend? They hadn’t met but in a month’s time, they’d attend an erotic conference together. She decided to keep her own counsel a little longer.

  I’ve just ordered some sex toys.

  Go, girl!

 

  Having regular orgasms is self-care. I’d go crazy without them.

  You are crazy!

  Crazy in love with you!

  Flirt!

  A list of conference delegates was just shared. Her Master’s Voice is attending!

  Gail’s stomach did a somersault as she composed a reply.

  I confess, his stories are very arousing. Will it be weird to meet him?

  You’re too chilled for that.

  What if I go all fangirl?

  Trust me, Gail, there’s nothing a writer finds more flattering than appreciation for their writing.

  As they chatted, Gail saw a new email from Her Master’s Voice appear, making her pulse pick up. She itched to open it but wrapped up her conversation with Charmaine first.

  Good evening G@1L,

  I hope you’re well. I wonder if you continued to read “Tyrannical Toy Training.” It’s my favorite series. I feel it depicts the ideal D/s relationship. A Dominant who is strict but nurturing, a submissive who wants guidance and care. Together they learn and explore.

  There are many facets of BDSM, as you will find. If you want advice on reading matter I’d be happy to make suggestions.

  Her Master’s Voice

  Gail was charmed by his gentle questioning. Her subconscious painted him in the image of the considerate but masterful Dominant from his stories, although she knew the truth about online personas. Itching to read more about Sir and His Toy, she clicked open the next episode.

  Once again her hands crept into her panties, trailing teasing strokes across the taut silk as she read. Soon her yearning was such that she pulled the fabric aside for direct access. The fictional action was so compellingly erotic that she almost immediately strummed herself into a starburst of orgasmic fireworks. The power dynamic of surrendering one’s needs and desires to another’s control had tapped into her sexual core.

  The next day was such a blur of activity she came home deeply tired. She cautioned herself against obsessing about HMV and his writing. Without Roger in her life, time felt heavy on her hands. But knowing the sex toys she’d ordered had arrived energized her. Gail opened the package in her bedroom, marveling at the soft silicone of the black G-spot vibrator. The smaller bullet
vibe, with its high shine finish, was pretty. It was shaped like a lipstick with its top cut off at a blunt angle. It promised to deliver pinpoint accurate vibrations to her clitoris, a very appealing idea. She hefted the weight of the glass dildo in her hand and admired its twisting colors before storing it safely in a drawstring bag.

  Responsibly, she decided to sate another appetite first with dinner. The whole time she was cooking, Gail’s mind excitedly flitted back to the toys upstairs. Like a child who’d peeked at her presents under the Christmas tree, she could hardly wait for the moment she could play!

  After making quick work of her meal, Gail got into bed naked, the bullet vibe, glass dildo, and a bottle of lube beside her. She familiarized herself quickly with the controls of the bullet before beginning to tease herself, moving it lightly over her mons and labia. Its tickle was delightful so she closed her eyes, enjoying the pure sensation. Gail spread her legs wider, becoming more aroused. She stroked a finger through the cleft of her pussy to gauge her wetness. The dildo was girthy, so for comfort, she drizzled lube on its tip.

  No previous experience had prepared her for nudging her hot lips apart with such a thick, chilly protuberance! It was cold in contrast to the heat of her skin, and she shuddered with delight as she ran it up and down her slit. The dildo slid between her folds, a knife through butter. Gail teased herself with shallow insertion and withdrawal. Each thrust pressed incrementally deeper until she was moaning aloud with satisfaction, welcoming its insistent penetration.

  When she looked down at her pussy she gasped to realize how much of its length she’d taken. She felt euphoric, proud to have accommodated its girth. The dildo’s textured shaft dragged at her labia, stimulating them with ridges and nodules. She smiled as she noticed her creamy fluid coating its glossy surface each time she eased it out.

  “You love this don’t you, you dirty bitch?” she said to herself, suppressing a throaty chuckle. She held the bullet vibe against each nipple in turn, stiffening them to swollen points.

  “Don’t you dare come!” she rasped aloud, pressing the bullet vibe against her clit. Imagining she was being dominated by a man who knew how to nurture her darkest desires propelled her toward the abyss. Almost instinctively she slid the column of glass in and out of her pussy. A hungry yearning within her core drove her to climax, and she submitted to it—as if she could have disobeyed. Behind her closed eyes a brooding presence watched her lewd display. A voice in her head instructed: “Come for me.”

  The domination fantasy tipped her over the edge. She pressed the glass dildo hard against her G-spot and, with a few jerky thrusts of her hips, she came.

  The date of the conference approached fast. Gail had as many questions for Charmaine as she had butterflies in her stomach. Her first was about dress code. Her friend explained street clothes were fine, although people dressed up for evening socials. Gail breathed a sigh of relief, having imagined feeling intimidated if all delegates were wearing fetish gear.

  As she packed a suitcase, Gail was more excited than nervous. She hoped to meet Her Master’s Voice. They now emailed regularly. He’d introduced her to further tales of BDSM. The scenarios varied, from period to modern, but the reaction she had to them didn’t. They made her hot, wet, and throbbing.

  She tucked her bullet vibe into her makeup bag. She treated herself to an orgasm most days now, kinky erotic stories served as her foreplay. This regime energized her. Even the lingerie she’d packed for the conference was sexy, to help her feel the best version of herself. She grabbed keys and phone, then wheeled her case to meet her taxi.

  A train journey took her to the hustle and bustle of the city. At their glass-fronted hotel, which was also the conference venue, she and Charmaine recognized each other, hugging and air kissing. It took no longer than the journey to their room to feel like old friends.

  “What are you wearing?” Charmaine’s voice drifted out of the bathroom.

  “A wrap dress and some boots. You?”

  Charmaine appeared, clad in high-waisted panties, a corset, and thigh-highs. Over these, she buttoned a double-breasted coatdress.

  “That’s stunning!” Gail admired.

  “Thanks, I love your look too.” Charmaine reviewed Gail’s outfit. “Try this with it?” She offered a black suede choker with a scalloped edge.

  Gail hesitated. Not quite a collar, the accessory would look edgier than her usual gold chain.

  “Okay.” She giggled, holding her hair away from her neck for Charmaine to fasten the jewelry.

  A few minutes later, Gail entered the busy conference room with Charmaine. The delegates were even more colorful than she’d expected. She did not, however, feel out of place in her dress.

  People recognized Charmaine from the picture on her website, so it was easy, standing beside her, to meet a stream of friendly people. All of them wore names on lanyards. As the room got more crowded, Gail was reduced to nodding and smiling. No matter, people watching was great sport, and this gathering offered much to entertain. She tried to guess whether her fellow kinky conference-goers were submissive or Dominant, single or with a partner.

  A tall guy in a nearby group caught her eye, so she smiled. Charmaine and an editor were taking a selfie but getting the giggles. Gail didn’t want to be in any pictures so she stepped away, accidentally bumping into the tall man she’d smiled at earlier.

  “So sorry!”

  “My fault,” he responded. “I’ve spilled your drink.”

  “No, don’t worry. It’s only ice water by now.”

  “Could I get you another?”

  She hesitated, glancing at Charmaine, who was laughing. Gail knew her presence could be spared.

  “Thanks, that would be nice,” she answered.

  “Follow me. Maybe it’s quieter near the bar.”

  It was lighter there and she noticed his intense blue eyes, their outer corners webbed with laugh lines.

  “I’m Gail.” She looked up at him curiously.

  “Hello, Gail, I’m Adrian.” The confident way he said it made her study his name tag. She was startled to realize this was Her Master’s Voice. His eyes were bright with amusement; he’d already made the connection.

  “What are you drinking?”

  “Rum and Coke please.”

  Adrian ordered her drink plus a G and T.

  “So, it’s you I’ve been swapping reading tips with?” she teased.

  “Yes. It’s been rather fun educating you.”

  There was an undercurrent of mutual admiration while they discussed her job and his work as a photographer.

  “It fits my dominant nature,” Adrian theorized. “I tell the models how to pose and I boss my assistants around!”

  “When did you first discover that domination was your kink?”

  “I’ve always known, from my first sexual forays. I’d say what I wanted and girls would obey. I can usually recognize a submissive girl at a glance.”

  Gail felt a flutter. “Am I submissive?”

  “Do you think you are?”

  Gail looked away, a blush rising in her cheeks. “I’m not sure. Reading about BDSM excites me more than other types of erotica. But do I want to surrender control, be bound and beaten?” She glanced back at him.

  “There are many ways to submit which don’t involve pain.”

  “Yeah, I get that.”

  “Had you thought of watching a scene?”

  “I’m not keen on porn.” She wrinkled her nose.

  “Not porn, real.” When he gazed into her eyes, her stomach flipped. “I’m staging a scene in my hotel suite tomorrow night. Come and watch.”

  Gail’s emotions swirled erratically. “That sounds intense.”

  “It will be, but I assure you the submissive will enjoy herself. She loves an audience.”

  “What if it’s too much? If I don’t like it?”

  “I think you’ll cope just fine. If you’re worried, stand by the door.”

  Adrian called a couple of
women over.

  “Gail, meet Rhona and Mandy. Maybe you know them as Saucy Sub and Unicorn69? I’ve invited them tomorrow.”

  Both women seemed friendly.

  “I wouldn’t miss it!” laughed Rhona. “Who’s your sub, Adrian?”

  “It’s a surprise, but ladies please reassure Gail about tomorrow. She’s a D/s newbie.”

  “Oh, Gail,” Mandy exclaimed, “that’s so exciting! I think you’ll love it but I can imagine it’s a daunting first step.”

  “My first scene was at a munch,” Rhona announced.

  “Do you know what that is?” Mandy asked kindly.

  Gail shook her head.

  “It’s a gathering of kinky people, part social and part play. Newbies can go to a munch to get the feel of what happens or to meet potential partners.”

  “I went to my first with a submissive who I befriended online,” Rhona chipped in. “I was in awe of all the Doms. Simultaneously terrified and drooling.”

  “You’re always drooling!” teased Mandy.

  “I know. I’m a greedy slut.” Rhona gave a blissful smile.

  “Do come tomorrow, Gail. I’ll look after you.” Mandy touched her wrist, making Gail feel she’d made a connection.

  “I’ll screw up my courage,” Gail responded.

  “I’d better find my roomie.” She suddenly felt tired. “Adrian, it was lovely to meet you, but now I need some sleep.”

  “Ditto, Gail. See you tomorrow.” And with a flash of his eyes, he was gone.

  Gail needed time to think about HMV’s offer to watch a BDSM scene. She wondered what it would entail. Would it overwhelm her to be so close? she pondered while she brushed her teeth. She’d talk to Charmaine tomorrow.

  When she broached the subject, Charmaine was all for it.

  “What a great way to test if it’s your kink!” her friend exclaimed the next morning.

  “I’m worried it might upset me.”

  “You can duck out if you hate it.”

  Gail mused while they ate breakfast, and by the time she’d finished her coffee, she’d decided to grab the opportunity. When Adrian ran into her later, she told him shyly that she’d be there. He looked pleased, supplying his room number.