"If you move, I will punish you." She gave me a moment to think about it. She walked away to her dresser, opened the top drawer, and removed something. "Do you want to know how?"
I shook my head. "I promise I won't move."
She stepped up behind me. "What I will do is tie you to the bed, on your stomach, with your arms and legs spread out as far as they will go." She stepped even closer and her tone changed. "You're going to flinch in a moment, Shane, but do your best to stand as still as you can."
"Oh god," I said.
"I will tie you to the bed, and then I will spend twenty minutes doing this to you."
On my bottom I felt something that felt like a pin press against me. It was sharp. And then it began to move, and it felt like a wheel of pins against my skin.
She was right, I flinched. She let me, actually pulling the pins away from me while I recovered my composure. Then she began again. Knowing what to expect, I was able to stand still, mostly. The wheel of pins moved up my bottom to my back, then up my sides. It was almost too much to bear.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm trying not to move."
"I know you are, Shane," she said softly. And then the pins pulled away and she caressed my bottom. "Recover yourself." She set whatever it was she had back in her dresser and returned to me.
"No more moving, Shane," she told me. "Not one inch. No squirming. No trying to take control. I was nice just now, but imagine twenty minutes of that."
I stood as straight as I could and as still as I could. She gave me a moment, and then her hand reached around me and slipped inside my undies. I gasped, but I didn't move.
Then her fingers slipped inside me and I sagged for just a moment but immediately straightened up. "I'm sorry," I said.
"Hush."
And then her fingers began moving. Just two fingers, but they knew what they were doing.
I started to pant. It was so hard to not squirm. "Oh god," I said. "Oh god, Veronica."
She whispered in my ear. "You may call me Roni when we're making love, but my name the rest of the time is Veronica. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Roni!" I said. Her fingers hadn't stopped moving.
"And you will not call for God during lovemaking with me, Shane. You may call for me, but no one else."
"Yes, Roni!" I panted.
She continued stroking her fingers inside of me for a moment, then withdrew them. "If you move, remember what happens," she warned me.
"Yes, Roni. I won't move."
With that, she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my panties again then slowly slid them down my legs. "Step out of them, Shane," she ordered. I did so and she walked over to her dresser, depositing my panties there. "These are mine now," she told me. "When I finally let you leave, you'll be wearing a pair I give you."
I nodded but continued to stand still, my hands still laced behind my head, my elbows back. She hadn't given me permission to move.
She came back to me and walked around me again, then she stood in front of me, tapping her lip with one finger. I watched her and wondered what she'd do next.
She came to a decision, as she walked around behind me then whispered into my ear. "Let's talk about what you want, Shane," she said.
"Okay."
"You want me to kiss you."
"Yes."
"You want my fingers back inside you."
"Yes, Roni," I moaned.
She caressed the skin of my back and I shivered.
"You want me in control."
"Yes." It was a whisper.
"You want me to tie you back up so you can't move."
I paused.
"Let's try this again," she said. She stepped very close to me, her fingers touching my sides, stroking, caressing. "Ordering you not to move is very hard for you, isn't it?" I nodded. "You keep wanting to move, but you know the price of disobedience." I nodded again. "If I tie you up, then you can't disobey. I've taken the choice from you, right?" I nodded again. "Tell me, when do you think I have more control. When I control just your body by tying you up, or when I also control your mind by making you behave by choice?"
"When I obey," I told her after a moment.
She kissed my shoulder, then her fingers slid around and slipped inside me again. I jumped and almost screamed before I found my self-control again. Her fingers started to move and I began panting again.
"Now," she said. "I am going to make a statement as if you were saying it. If it's true or if it accurately represents what you want, you will repeat it."
"Yes, Roni."
"You may at any time repeat as often as you want any of the statements I've said to you, but you may not say anything else at all. Now you will say Yes, Roni."
"Yes, Roni," I said. "Yes, yes, Roni."
"You are in control, Roni," she prompted.
"Yes, Roni," I said. "You are in control."
Her fingers stopped moving, but she didn't withdraw them. "You don't follow directions very well. You keep rewording things."
"I'm-" I started to apologize. "You are in control, Roni."
She laughed. "Almost blew it," she said.
"Yes, Roni."
"I'll allow the rephrasing, Shane." Her fingers started moving again. "I want to be yours, Roni,"
"I want to be yours, Roni," I repeated. I felt things beginning to build, and it was becoming harder and harder to not squirm.
The phrases started coming faster, her fingers moving in time with my panting. "I want to be yours," was followed by "I am yours." She kept moving her fingers but stopped prompting me, but I found myself repeating the phrases over and over, faster and faster.
Then she threw a new one at me. "Let me be your slave, Roni."
I stumbled over that one, but her fingers kept moving as long as I repeated the other phrases. The pressure was building and building, and suddenly I exploded against her hand, screaming her name over and over.
Her hand slowed then just held me for a moment before withdrawing. She came around and stood in front of me. "You may move now, Shane."
I collapsed into her arms, whispering her name over and over, still panting. She pulled me to the bed and we climbed on top of the covers, cuddling. She murmured gently at me while the waves of bliss continued to shudder through me.
Then for a while, she just held me, my head on her chest. She caressed me gently. Eventually I pulled away a little so I could look up at her. "Am I allowed to talk now?"
She caressed my hair. "Yes, Shane. I'm sorry, I should have released you."
I cuddled back into her. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Love," she said.
I snuggled in closer. She caressed my hair, and we just lay together for several minutes, not talking.
"You were my first," I said quietly. She kissed the top of my head but didn't say anything. I didn't know what she was thinking, but it felt tender. I waited a minute or two then asked, "Are you going to do that again?"
"Oh yes," she said. "If you let me."
I purred. We cuddled. She petted me.
"Am I going to do that to you?"
"I hope so," she told me. "But not tonight."
"What?" I pulled away so I could see her face.
"Not tonight," she said again. "Tonight is about me being in control and you surrendering to me."
"Oh." I thought about it, watching her face, then snuggled back in. "I'm not sure I'm okay with that."
"Tough."
"But I want you to be happy," I told her.
"Don't be stupid," she told me sharply. "I haven't been this happy in a very long time."
I pulled away again, searching her face for duplicity. She was smiling softly and looked radiant. "You're so beautiful," I told her
She pulled me closely back to her breast again and continued to stroke my skin wherever she could reach.
"Roni?"
"Yes, Shane?"
"Do all my questions annoy you?"
She laughed. "Are they honest questions?"
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"Yes."
"You may ask all the honest questions you ever have," she told me. "But if you start asking questions just to push my buttons-"
"You'll punish me?"
"Yes."
We cuddled. She knew I wasn't done asking questions. I had dozens flitting through my head, and it was just a matter of seeing which ones landed long enough for me to ask.
"Roni?"
"Yes, my pet?"
Her response drove my question right out of my head. I grew still.
"Is something wrong?"
"No," I said. "Just..." I paused. "Am I really your pet?"
"I'd like you to be," she said. "Is that okay?"
In response, as if it were even possible, I snuggled closer. "Yes," I said quietly.
I felt her sigh. I stiffened, and she said, "That was a happy sigh, Shane."
I thought about it all for a while. "I don't know how to behave," I told her. "I don't know how to be your, well, your pet. Or your anything else."
"Shane, listen to me very carefully." She paused. "Are you listening?"
"Yes, Roni."
"I want you to be yourself. I want you to be whoever you are, whoever you want to be. I don't want an act. I don't want you to wonder what's okay. I just want you to be you. If you try to change yourself into what you think I want, you'll disappoint me terribly. Okay?"
I started to pull away to look at her, and she stopped me for a moment, but then she relaxed and she let me look at her.
I tear crawled down my cheek.
"Oh honey," she said.
"No, wait. I need to say this right." I thought about it then I realized I might be jumping to one too many conclusions. "Did you mean all that, literally and truly?"
"Yes, Shane. Every word, exactly as I said it."
I thought about it and she let me. "You're only the second person to ever tell me something like that, that all she wanted was for me to be myself. My parents were constantly trying to mold me into someone they could approve of, especially my father, and I still don't know who I am because I've spent so long trying to please them. Teachers, friends, everyone has an idea of what they want you to be. So only twice has anyone told me she wanted me to be myself, and I'm not sure the first one was real."
She reached up and wiped a tear away. "Are you going to tell me about this other person?"
"Someday maybe."
She nodded. "Well, Love. I'm real. And I'm serious. I want you to be who you are. I want you to become who you want to become. I'll be disappointed if that someone doesn't treat herself well, but from looking at you, that's not at all you, is it?"
"No, it's not."
"The person that is you, she wants to be here, with me, at least right now, yes?" I nodded. "And that person, did she like what I did to her?" I nodded again. "Would she have wanted it any differently?"
I grinned. "Yes," I told her then cuddled in again, smiling.
"In what way?"
"I want you wearing fewer clothes, and I want to watch you undress."
She laughed. "If you promise to behave, you can unbutton the top two buttons on my blouse."
"Only two?" I asked, pouting.
"For now," she said.
"I promise," I said, then slowly reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. I undid the second button, and Veronica caught my hand, slipping my fingers inside her blouse so they lay across the top of her breast, then held me hand there with hers.
We stayed like that for a while, not talking. My thoughts were still going a mile a minute. Eventually she asked me, "It's late, are you tired?"
"Yes," I said. "But I'm too wired to sleep."
She pushed me over. "Roll onto your back." I did, and then she rearranged the pillows so I was comfortable.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Hush," she said. "No more questions now. In fact, you may now only repeat those phrases I taught you earlier, and you are not to move. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Roni," I told her.
She got off the bed. I followed her with my eyes. She went to her closet, rummaged around for a minute, then returned holding some things in her hands. All I could see is they were black and looked like they were made from cloth.
She moved to the side of the bed, looking down at me, still holding one of the items she'd gotten from the closet. She held it up so I could see it. I'd been mistaken. It was leather, not cloth. I didn't know what it was and shook my head.
She took my right wrist, wrapped the leather around it, and did something, and then produced a small lock and locked it to a metal hoop poking through the leather. She released my hand and let me look at what she had done.
"Try to take it off," she told me. So I did. I could slide it around on my wrist, but I couldn't take it off. It wouldn't slide over my hand and I couldn't unwrap it. "Give me your other wrist," she ordered once I'd given up. I did, and she wrapped that wrist as well, securing it with another lock.
"These are wrist cuffs," she said. "Do you know what advantage they have over the handcuffs?"
I shook my head.
"You can wear them for a much much longer amount of time and remain comfortable."
She let that sink in, watching my expression.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I ran through the list of phrases I was allowed. None of them were "No". She smiled sweetly, waiting for my answers.
"I want to be yours, Roni,"
She laughed, then she roughly grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed. She snapped some sort of leash to the wrist cuff and tied it off to the frame of the bed. I could move that arm but only barely. Then she leaned over me, laying on top of me, grabbed my other wrist and, still laying on top of me crosswise, tethered the second wrist the same way she did the first.
She adjusted herself so that she was straddling me, looking down at me.
"You're so beautiful," I told her.
"That's not one of your phrases," she told me. She looked down at me while I smiled sweetly up at her. I wondered if she was going to punish me. "Cheeky girl," she said finally. She plastered herself on top of me, kissing me deeply. We were both panting when she broke the kiss.
Then she turned around and lay down across my legs. I felt her wrap a cuff around each ankle, then she climbed off the bed, attached a leash to the left leg, and pulled it stretched to the side before securing the leash to the bed frame. It was only a matter of seconds before the right leg matched the left.
She admired her handiwork, then sat on the bed next to me. Her fingers slowly crawled across my leg until they were centered over my sex again. Her fingers started playing with my hairs while she looked at me. Ever few seconds, her fingers grew more intimate with me. They slipped inside my lower lips and began to tease my little nub. I squirmed.
"Cheeky girl," she said again. "One more disallowed comment..." Her fingers slid all the way inside me. "And you're going to find out what this feels like if I use ice."
I gasped. "Yes, Roni!" I said. "I am yours."
"Good girl," she said, her fingers continuing to work their magic. My squirming intensified, which seemed to amuse Veronica.
But then she removed her hand and I stifled a protest.
"You wanted me wearing fewer clothes," she explained. "And I've decided I prefer to wear fewer clothes, too." She got off the bed but stood where I could watch her.
"You may watch," she said. "But remember the ice."
And then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slid out of it, then carefully folded it and set it atop the dresser. She slid out of her skirt and folded it as well. She removed her panty hose but kept her undies on. Then she turned her back on me and removed her bra. She disappeared into the closet. When she returned, she was wearing a black, silk camisole
She crossed the room until she was standing at the foot of the bed.
Her hands reached out and found my feet.
"Roni?" I asked.
She began very gently tickling the bottoms of my f
eet. It tickled, and I squirmed like crazy, but it felt really good at the same time.
The tickling moved to long, light caresses, up and down my sides all the way from my wrists to my arm pits and all the way down to my ankles. She did one side, then the other, then sat on the bed and did both sides together.
I squirmed.
"Mine?" she asked me. I nodded.
Then she rolled on top of me and kissed me, her tongue seeking entry. I opened my lips, and her tongue slipped in, first flicking against my lips, then teasing past my teeth to dance with my own tongue. I moaned and squirmed.
She withdrew, then began kissing down my body. She lavished my nipples for a while, and I arched my back and said her name over and over.
Then her lips moved further down. She teased my belly button while her fingers gently tickled my sides. She moved her mouth to my pelvis and I began to wonder what she was doing.
When her tongue began playing with my little nub, I arched my back and screamed her name. When her tongue slipped inside me, her lips pressed against mine, I kept screaming her name.
I thrashed as her tongue and her lips brought me further and further until finally I exploded against her mouth. Each shudder was exquisite and brought further pleasures, which brought further shudders. Eventually I fell back to the bed, exhausted and spent. She kissed me once more, then began working her way back up again, this time soft, calming kisses rather than the tantalizing, playful ones.
She got to my mouth and kissed me. She tasted of both of us, a taste I'd never had before. I wonder if that was what she would taste like when I did that to her. I sucked on her tongue and on her lips before she withdrew.
I was completely spent, my muscles slack, my hair plastered wetly to my forehead. I imagined I was a fright, but she told me I was beautiful.
She climbed down off me, then unsnapped the leashes from my legs. She pulled my legs together and then I heard a click. I tugged experimentally but my legs were now shackled together.
Then she released both my wrists but clipped the two cuffs together in front of me so it looked like I was praying. After that, she helped me to stand up while she pulled down the bed covers. "Do you have contacts you need to remove or need to use the bathroom?" she asked me.
"No," I told her.
So she helped me climb into bed and pulled the covers up under my chin. She left the bedroom and I heard her move around the apartment for a few minutes. She turned lights off and spent a few minutes in the bathroom, then returned to the bedroom, turning off all the lights on the way.
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