by Rose Nickol
“Oh and Dottie, if you make yourself come, you won’t come at my hand for the rest of the week! And that’s a promise!”
Dottie continued stomping down the hall. How the fuck would he know anyway?
“Dottie, I will know and I don’t threaten, I promise.” He was laughing…laughing at her.
Dottie slammed the door to the bedroom so hard it rattled the pictures on his dresser. Throwing herself on the bed, she reached between her legs. How would he know? But she knew somehow he would. Grabbing her clothes, she quickly got dressed and sat on the side of the bed for a few minutes, trying to calm herself down.
After a few minutes, Derek walked into the room with her shoes. “Here, baby, let’s eat and go riding, then I promise I will take care of all your needs. Be a good girl for me.”
Who could resist the puppy dog look in his eyes? Smiling, she put her shoes on and allowed him to lead her to the kitchen to eat.
After they consumed an enormous amount of food, he led her to the stables and they saddled the horses. They rode around his property, then he took her to a designated riding area and they rode there for over an hour, meeting several people also exercising their horses.
“During the week, it’s not as crowded, but everyone comes out on Saturday and Sunday,” he told her.
Walking the horses slowly to cool them down after their ride, Derek told her of his life.
“I was kind of a rebel in school, bigger than anybody there and meaner. More than my mom could handle and I constantly frustrated my dad, who was as big as I am. Finally somehow I managed to graduate and dad had had it with me. He gave me two choices, go out or my own or join the service. He didn’t care which branch, he just wanted me to have some discipline. So…I joined the Marines. Best decision of my life. I met some great people and made some lifelong friends. Several of which you were introduced to yesterday,” he told her.
“Tyler, Link, and I were all in the same unit. We found Dillon and Trent when we joined the Secret Service. We’ve all been part of the same team for several years and are closer than a lot of brothers. We all have each other’s backs.”
He went on to tell her about his family. “I have three sisters, one older and two younger. I think that’s part of the reason I was such a rebel. Too much estrogen in one house. Dad and I never had a chance. I’m not as close with my family as I would like to be, but once I retire I plan on mending that. Enough about me, tell me about yourself.” He grabbed her hand as they slowly walked the horses.
“My story’s pretty boring. I was the good girl, honor roll all through high school and college. I went to college on a full scholarship, I’m an only child, my mom and dad are both gone. I have an aunt and uncle still living, but I’m not sure where they are. I’ve been pretty much on my own for a long time. I moved away from home when I started college. My mom and dad wanted me to stay home and marry a boy that I had been dating. He was from a good family and it would have been a good match, but it wasn’t what I wanted. Mom and Dad never got over their disappointment in me. They were killed in a car wreck while I was at college. The funeral was small and that was the last time I was home. They left everything to a distant cousin. I got nothing.”
He could tell by her voice that she was still a little bitter. “Baby, I’m sorry you went through that, but I’m sure that if they could see you now, they would be proud of who you are and what you’ve become.”
“I hope so,” she said.
Chapter Six
They rode the rest of the way back to his stable in silence, both thinking different things.
Derek was planning the afternoon, even though they had had a huge breakfast a few hours ago. He was going to feed her again and then they were going to spend some quality time in the playroom.
He knew Dottie had some reservations about the lifestyle and that this was a big step, but he felt that she was ready. He wanted to finish what he had started last night. She had dared him, and he never…never passed up a dare. He couldn’t wait to see her face after her fourth or fifth forced orgasm. He wondered how many he could get out of her before she gave in.
Dottie was thinking about her life and how different it would have been if she had done what her parents wanted her to do. The boy they had wanted her to marry wasn’t that bad, he just wasn’t someone she was interested in. She had dated him several times and they even “went steady” while she was in school.
But she wanted more out of her life. She wanted to see beyond her small town. She wanted to travel. Her parents had never understood her need to go out and see the world. They were content to stay in their little box and not venture forth.
“It’s too dangerous for a girl all on her own,” they told her. “You’ll never make it and you’ll come crawling back to us, crying,” her father said.
The boy she had been dating had looked sadly at her when she told him she was going away to college, but he understood and they had remained friends for several years after she left. The few times she had gone home, he was always there to see her and they still had fun together.
While Dottie and Derek had been lost in their thought, the horses had taken them home. Coming out of their collective thoughts, they realized they were not only home, but still holding hands.
Derek slipped off his horse first, then helped Dottie down, sliding her against his body all the way. “Let’s rub the horses down, and then I’ll find us some lunch. Then we play,” he told her, pulling her to her toes for a kiss.
* * * *
After they finished eating, Derek took her hand and started to lead her to his dungeon. “Derek, I’d really like a shower before we…” She left the thought open.
“Honey, I’ll take care of all of it, just follow me,” he said, not letting go of her hand and pulling her along behind him.
Trust, this was all about trust and Dottie knew whatever Derek had planned, it would be fun. Following him down the stairs, she felt the trepidation build. Could she do this? Was she really going to let him tie her up and beat her? She really had to stop thinking of it that way. It was punishment and restraint. Totally different from tying up and beating, she tried to tell her brain. Somehow she didn’t think she’d ever be able to make the distinction.
Safe words. She needed to ask Derek before anything happened, what her safe word was, and she needed to remember that she could stop everything with that word. She had the control. She said when she needed to stop. Would he really stop if she used a safe word? How would she find out without trying it? She had so many questions and no one to ask. What had she gotten herself into?
They were now standing in front of a door in his basement. She assumed it was to his dungeon. Derek was looking at her like he had just said something she needed to respond to. Smiling, she looked at him innocently.
“I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but you need to come back to me. Your focus for the afternoon is me and me only, got it?”
She smiled and nodded again. No way she was telling him what she had been thinking about.
“Dottie, I asked you to strip, let’s get going.” He stood towering over her, his hand crossed over his chest, every bit the impatient male.
Trepidation still building, Dottie quickly removed her clothes and stood there, not sure what to do next.
Derek keyed a code in the pad next to the door and led her into the semi-dark room. Looking around, it was hard to see the walls and corners of the room, the only light being in the middle, the rest of the room in shadows.
Dottie strained her eyes, trying to see what was hiding. Wondering what was in the room and what he was going to do to her.
Taking her by the hand, he led her to a normal-looking sofa, and sitting down, pulled her into his lap. “Relax, nothing’s going to jump out at you. There’s nothing hiding in the corners.” He pulled a remote out of his pocket and slowly turned the lights up until the entire room was lit.
Standing, with her held close to him, he walke
d her to the wall directly in front of them. “This wall is where I will restrain you. See the hooks and eyes for the restraints?” he said, showing her the various heights at which they had been placed. “I can restrain you in a variety of positions, using a variety of restraints.”
Taking her hand, he pulled her further down the wall. “These are the things that I could use to restrain you,” he said, showing her various scarves, ropes, belts, cuffs, and chains. “Feel them and notice how different each one feels against your skin.” He showed her how the leather cuffs were lined with fur and that the chains attached to them so that they did not touch her skin.
Taking four of the leather cuffs and carrying them with him, he walked her further into the room to the back wall. “This is a St. Andrew’s Cross. This is where we will play today.” As she looked at the cross, he knelt down behind her and fastened one set of the leather cuffs to her ankles.
Turning her to face him, he slowly backed her up to the cross. “For our first session of play, I will have you facing me and I won’t blindfold you. We’ll save that for later,” he said as he knelt down to fasten her legs to the cross, gently spreading them wide.
Once he had her legs positioned where he wanted them, he took the other set of cuffs and fastened them around her wrists. Then he put a belt around her waist so she couldn’t arch away from the cross and fastened her wrists to her waist belt so that her arms were straight at her sides. He had seen women restrained with their arms above their head, but he frequently liked to keep the arms at the side. It wasn’t as tiring for the woman and her shoulders didn’t get sore. There were some situations where the arms above the head were beneficial, but it wasn’t always necessary, and with the arms down, he could play longer without worrying about unnecessary pain or stiffness.
“Now, I believe a dare was issued last night. If I remember correctly, there was something about me forcing orgasms and the number of times I could make you come. I think we’ll start with five and increase if from there if we need to.”
“Oh, God, you wouldn’t.” Dottie didn’t know what a forced orgasm was, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.
“Yes, I would,” he said with a wicked grin.
Turning his back, Derek walked over to a cabinet built into the wall and started rummaging through it, humming. It sounded like he was humming the Police song “Every Breath You Take.”
Dottie didn’t know whether she should be scared or not. She had never even heard of “forced orgasms” and had no idea what he was going to do to her. Was it even possible to force an orgasm?
She had always had so much trouble achieving that goal before Derek that she had no idea what to expect. She did know that she had had more orgasms since meeting Derek than she had in the last ten years. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Derek had never hurt her and had always been kind and considerate. Why should she expect anything different? Finally having the matter settled in her mind, Dottie relaxed, anxious to see what Derek would do.
When he turned back to her, his hands were empty except for a soft white rope. “First I’m going to tie your breasts. Not too tight, but I do want to see them bound.”
Taking the rope in his hands, he started to slowly wind it around the base of her right breast. After he had wrapped the rope around several times, he moved to the left breast and gave it the same treatment. Once he had both breasts wrapped, he pulled the rope to her back and let it trail down. “We may have use for that later,” he said as he pulled a pair of nipple clamps out of his pocket.
“Oh, Derek…I don’t know, they hurt so bad…do I have to?” She whined.
“Baby, I’ll make it good for you. I’d really like you to try for me,” he told her as he leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth. While he was sucking her nipple, he reached down and fingered her clit.
“Ooh, yes, I’ll do whatever you want.” She moaned, unable to control herself.
Slipping one finger inside her, he pressed against a spot she didn’t even know she had and she screamed his name.
“That’s one,” he said smugly.
He applied the clamps quickly and then pulled something out of his pocket.
“This is a butterfly vibrator. It clamps on your clit, and when I click this remote it vibrates.” He told her and proceeded to attach the clamp and start it.
Then he pulled a long, thin stick-like object out of his pocket. “This is an anal vibrator. It’s slim and shouldn’t hurt going in.” He told her as he applied lube liberally to the object, then leaning down, started lubing her rear hole. Sliding the vibe inside her, he started it.
Once he had her clit and ass humming, he pulled a huge dildo out of his vest.
“You are not putting that in me,” Dottie said, her eyes wide. How many pockets did the man have anyway, and where was all this stuff coming from?
“Yes I am. Where it goes is up to you.” He snickered.
“Where, what?” Where could he put that? The obvious place was her pussy, but he didn’t mean to put that monster up her bottom. Oh hell no. It would never fit.
“It will never fit,” she echoed out loud.
“Yes, baby, it will, it’s smaller than I am, and I plan on taking that ass and soon.”
“You want to…you know…me there?” No one had ever wanted to take her there. Derek had been hinting at that all weekend, but she hadn’t taken him seriously.
“Yes, baby I will. This will help you get ready to take me. It will help you stretch. But first I have a dare to complete.”
Dottie couldn’t stop staring at the dildo he had. It was much larger than what he had in her now and the vibe felt big enough.
He leaned down and took her mouth in a scorching kiss, focusing all her attention on him and her body. Taking both hands, he cupped her now red and swollen breasts, flicking the clamps on her nipples.
“I think it’s time to take the ropes off for now. We may play more with them later.” Derek knew this was the first time she had had her breasts bound and he didn’t want to leave the ropes on too long.
As he slowly removed the ropes rubbing and stroking her skin as it was revealed, he upped the speed on both vibes and made sure to flick the clamps on her nipples as he went along.
By the time he had her breasts unbound, Dottie was ready to come again. Staring into her eyes, he upped the speed on the butterfly and pinched a nipple clamp, hard.
Dottie screamed and came, shaking on the cross. “Oh, my God, not again.” She screamed.
“And again,” Derek said, as he pulled both nipple clamps off at once and she continued screaming and coming.
Dottie had just come three times in rapid succession Spent, she slumped on the cross, panting.
“That was three, I believe I promised two more,” he told her, walking away from her.
Oh, God, what is he getting to torture me with now? I don’t think I can take two more. I’ll pass out first. Dottie’s mouth was dry and her face was dripping sweat. Now she knew what a forced orgasm was. She wasn’t sure she liked it. Maybe that was why it was called punishment.
Derek walked back up to her with a water bottle and wet cloth. Taking the cloth, he wiped her face and chest before giving her some of the water to drink.
“Better, baby?” he asked her.
Nodding, she smiled. He did care enough to take care of her. Even though she was new to this kind of play, she knew that Derek was special and not all men treated their women like he did.
He apparently was giving her a little break and she was glad of it. Her body and her mind both needed it.
Derek could tell Dottie was quickly approaching her limit and didn’t want to push her. They had talked about safe words, but he hadn’t given her one. Maybe now was the time.
“Dottie, I know we talked a little about safe words, and I hope you never have to use one with me, but I want you to know you can. I’m going to give you two words to use. They are words that you wouldn’t normally say in thi
s situation. The first one is to slow down, that you need a break or something needs adjusting. When you start to feel that you can’t take any more, I want you to say monkey.”
“Monkey? Why monkey?” she asked.
“Because it is not something you would normally say. Sometimes you might say stop or don’t and not really mean it. If you say monkey, I will know you are approaching your limit and we need to take a break like we are doing now.”
“Okay, monkey it is then. You said two words, why two?”
“As I just explained, the first word, or monkey is to slow down, the second will be to use when you’re overwhelmed and can’t take any more. It means you’re at your limit and need to stop. When you say either word we will stop, but when you say the second word or elephant, everything will stop for a while until we figure out why you needed to stop and what happened. Understand?”
Dottie nodded, maybe she should say monkey now. All this was definitely overwhelming her. Was he planning on hurting her so bad that she had to stop him?
Cupping her face in both his hands, Derek leaned down and looked at her. “Dottie, I hope you never have to use either word, but I want you to know that if you ever feel the need or get scared or need something, you have the power to stop everything at any time.” Brushing her lips with his, he straightened up and pulled the big dildo out again.
“Now before we start, what are your safe words and what do they mean?” He was all business now.
“Monkey for slow down and elephant to stop.” She answered smartly.
“Very good, baby, now…hmmm….where should I put this?” He wondered, tapping his chin with one finger like he was considering a monumental task.
Dottie didn’t answer, thinking the question was more to himself than to her. All she could do was watch him warily.
Derek stood like that for several long seconds before finally seeming to make a decision. “I think we will start with it here and then consider other places it could go. Open your mouth. Since you won’t be able to talk if you want me to stop, spread your fingers wide,” he told her as he showed her with his hand what he wanted her to do.