Her smile felt odd, trying to use the muscles the bit had interfered with earlier. “I'm good. Sir."
He sat up and gently pulled the plug from her ass before gingerly removing the hardware on her pussy lips and clit. She examined them, curious, and discovered he'd loosened alligator clamps with rubber bands on the handles, so they didn't bite all the way down—just tight enough to stay on without hurting. Until he applied the electricity, anyway.
Adhesive pads were taken off her breasts and back and she started to ask about them, as she hadn't felt any shocks on her back, but he leaned in and kissed her before she had a chance.
He pulled away from the kiss, smoothed her hair, and said, “Stay put, I won't be long."
He piled everything on the cart and pushed it out the door, returning a few minutes later with an icky green sports drink and a straw. He helped her sit up, so her legs were hanging off the side of the table, and handed the bottle to her.
"I don't like those, Sir."
"Deal with it. You need to replenish your electrolytes.” His voice softened. “Come on, just hold your breath and chug, get it over with."
She rolled her eyes at him and did as instructed; surprised it went down in two large drinks. She must have been thirstier than she'd realized.
"Good girl. We'll talk at length later, but is there anything I need to know now, that can't wait for discussion?"
She took a quick inventory and said, “No Sir, it was terrible as it was happening, but I'm fine now—just muscle fatigue and a little soreness, like overworked muscles, but no pain."
He took the empty bottle and gave her a peck on the lips. “Let's head upstairs. I had an idea as I watched you writhe on the table, a new way to make circuits build on themselves, and I'd like to note the basics while it's fresh in my head. To the bathroom with you first, then into the cage."
Put away. While he worked. A toy. A pet. Stored when not in use. God, she needed to come.
She could hear him busily typing in bed on his laptop as she lay in the locked cage. She wanted to play with herself, but knew he wouldn't approve.
He'd given no indication of how long she'd be here, and it'd be easier to enjoy if she knew whether he intended thirty minutes or two hours. This cage had played into her fantasies for so long; actually being in here was almost too much to bear.
As she contemplated how upset he'd be if he caught her playing with herself, she heard him close the laptop and set it on his nightstand. She hadn't been in long, maybe fifteen minutes, tops, and was almost disappointed at the prospect of being released so soon. However, when he squatted down to peer through the bars, she realized how happy she was to have him back.
"Hello, pet. How're you holding up?"
Horny. “I'm good, Sir. And you?"
He smiled. “I got to play with electricity; I'm a pretty happy camper. It's nearly eight, and you've had a long day."
He pulled the key from around his neck and gently helped her out. He'd already turned the bed down, and he pulled the blanket over her as she got in, gesturing to the bottle of water sitting on the nightstand. “I'd like to see you drink at least half, more if you want."
His pajamas slid on the bed as he climbed up, sitting with his legs crisscrossed. He looked damned good in pajama bottoms and no shirt, and she took a moment to admire his body before reaching for her water. His eyes followed her every move as she drank well over half and returned the bottle, her heart fluttering at the approval she saw in them.
"For this conversation, you don't have to say Sir every time you speak, though you should keep your tone respectful. Tell me your thoughts and feelings on your four minute ordeal, pet."
She smiled shyly, not sure where to start. “I was never a fan of the TENS, and what you did made me feel as if I'd only been to kindergarten, but ended up in a post graduate class at MIT."
Realizing she was rambling, she took a breath and tried to answer his question. “The stuff at the beginning—and again at the end—was nice, but the rest of it was so overwhelming. It came from so many places I couldn't keep up, couldn't manage the pain. I was sure I'd shatter into a million pieces. Not just my body, but my thoughts, my psyche. Everything."
"You were beautiful. You reacted so strongly, and I was so hard watching you, I almost didn't last the four minutes myself. But since this was the first I've had you hooked up I needed to pay as much attention to the EKG and oximeter readouts as I did your—"
"Oh!” She interrupted, saw eyebrows lift, and realized she'd been disrespectful. “I apologize, Sir, but I'd wondered when you took the things off my back, and I just figured out what they were. I'm sorry, keep talking, please."
He raised a single eyebrow a few seconds, contemplating her lack of decorum, and let it drop. “Your heart was fine throughout the experience, and your oxygen stayed at safe levels through all but the last fifteen seconds, and even then it only dropped to ninety-four."
Memories slammed into her, and Dana tried to ignore the empty place in her heart—the one she'd almost forgotten for the better part of a day. “Garnet had an oximeter he used for breath control; to make sure I was safe."
They were quiet a few moments; neither knowing what to say, and she wished she hadn't mentioned him. She finally remembered a question she'd had while in the cage. “How was the four minutes, hurting me with the electricity—how was it different than punishing me? You said you only liked giving me erotic pain, not actual, and...” Realizing she was saying it all wrong, she blurted, “I'm not complaining, just trying to figure it out. Sir."
"If I learned you truly hated electrical play, I couldn't enjoy doing it to you. I'd have made your first experience a kinder and gentler one if you weren't already familiar with the TENS, but with the bet, it seemed the perfect use of my four minutes. You came at the end. Was it really so bad?"
She started to say yes, it was terrible, but he needed a different answer—total honesty, not just truth. “I'll always be afraid of it, I think. The loss of control over my muscles, the jerking, is part of it, but the pain is so overwhelming and all-encompassing—so much more intense than the TENS.” She shook her head. “But I'm okay, there's no damage, no marks. If you gave me that level of intensity with impact play I'd have bruises, welts and possibly blood to show for it."
She looked at her breasts, the nipples bruised and red from the clamps, but no indication of the torment they'd received from the electricity. “I like marks though; they give me proof of the agony I went through, they keep it real for me longer.” He'd asked about the pain, and she needed him to understand how different it was. “I don't think I'll ever ask for electricity, it's not something I'll crave, the way I do impact."
His eyes twinkled. “Ah, a challenge. The next time I pull my equipment out, it'll be to show you pleasure and not pain—okay?"
"Deal,” she said, smiling. “May I please use the restroom and brush my teeth, Sir?"
"Yes, you may. While you're in there you should lube your ass as well. You'll find lube in the top right drawer of the vanity."
It took a lot of willpower to keep her fingers away from her pussy as she generously lubed and stretched her ass. She tried to calm herself with deep breaths as she washed her hands, but without much success.
She stepped into the bedroom and paused, spotting a large silver njoy in Zach's hand.
He waved it toward bed. “Lean over the edge, pet."
Dana did as instructed, trying to relax her torso on the soft mattress, but heard a sharp, “Arch your back, ass up. Please don't make me have to keep reminding you."
Not wanting to irritate him further, she tried not to whine as he seated the njoy.
Zach's attitude when he put her into bondage made her feel like a horse being saddled and bridled. He did it systematically, without emotion, using an economy of movement with no concern for how she might feel about the equipment he placed on her. It only took moments for him to outfit her in a bondage collar and wrist cuffs, with a short chain connect
ing them. She tested the reach by scratching her nose, then rubbing an eye, not trying to go farther when the chain pulled tight.
He patted the bed and helped her in before reaching under the covers and pulling a chain to her foot, clipping it onto her right ankle cuff.
Just as she was thinking he at least hadn't locked her in place, he pulled three small padlocks from her bedside drawer. She stayed still as he secured the chains to wrist and ankle cuffs, and her collar. They all seemed to use the same key, which he draped around his neck. Again.
"Pets must be locked up at night, to keep them safe.” He slid two fingers into her, pushing on the njoy from inside, and making her groan. He held his fingers up, so the light reflected their shiny wetness. She opened her mouth as they moved towards her face, tasting herself as she cleaned them. He continued as if he hadn't stopped. “And to keep them from playing with themselves. Lay down and I'll cover you up and rub your back, help you go to sleep."
It was early, and she hadn't thought she'd be able to sleep, especially as horny as she was. But, true to his word, he rubbed her back, and it wasn't long before her eyelids closed and sleep took her.
She awakened with a start, needing to pee. The clock told her it was a little after one in the morning. She hated to rouse him, but didn't see a way around it.
"Sir? Zach? Can you wake up, please?"
He woke right away, rolling over and laying his arm over her, caressing her breast. “Yes, my pet. What do you need?"
"I have to go to the bathroom, please."
He nodded and pulled the key over his head, unlocking her ankle from the chain. “Stay put, let me come around and help you out of bed."
She did as instructed, and let him help her into the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet and left, thank goodness, but it took a few seconds to remember the coordination required to release her bladder while holding something in with her rectal muscles. When she finished she realized she couldn't dry herself, and was trying to figure out what to do when he was back at the door. “Are you done, pet? Ready to be wiped?"
She groaned inwardly, but said, “Yes, Sir."
He didn't make a big production, just patted her dry and helped her up, like it was nothing. When they reached the bedroom he eased her down onto her knees and stepped forward, lowering his pajamas and aiming his semi-hard cock at her mouth. She opened obediently, but within a few minutes he pulled out of her mouth without warning, pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of his reading chair. He wasn't rough, exactly, but wasn't gentle either, and being moved without consideration made her pussy flame into arousal.
She heard a condom package opening, a snap of (she hoped) the cap of a lube bottle, and then he was behind her, pulling the njoy out, and heading straight in with his cock.
She wasn't used to his size, and yelped when he first went in. He held still a brief moment, letting her adjust, but quickly began fucking her in earnest. She had no idea if she'd be allowed to come or not, but within a few minutes she was pretty damn close. Before she was quite there he picked up his pace and plunged in a final time, making a low pitched noise as his orgasm took over. He stayed in, his hands on the arm of the chair beside her hips as he caught his breath. Just as Dana thought he might stick around and get her off, he pulled out with an order to stay put.
He returned with a damp towel, methodically cleaned her, put the cloth in the hamper, replaced the njoy, and helped her back into bed, taking the time to lock her ankle cuff to the chain again.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"I really want to come. Please?"
He reached for her tender nipples, manipulating them between his fingertips, hurting them, and making her squirm, the sensation diving straight from nipples to clit. “I like knowing you want to come. There'll be plenty of orgasms for you tomorrow."
She moaned in frustration as he rolled over, obviously planning to return to sleep. She moaned again, and he said, “If you keep me awake on purpose you'll be punished. Wake me if you need me, but I consider an orgasm a want, not a need. Good night, pet."
She whispered a frustrated “Good night, Sir,” and closed her eyes, willing her body to calm down and let her fall asleep. She finally began contemplating the right window treatment for her client's formal dining room, and drifted off while considering fabric choices.
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Chapter Ten
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Dana awakened before Zach the next morning, needing to use the restroom. Again. She decided to tough it out and not wake him, but within a few minutes her bladder insisted.
He woke right up, smiling at her the instant their eyes met.
"Can you unlock me from the bed, please?"
"Unless there's a reason, I'm pretty happy holding you captive, pet."
"There's a reason. Please?"
His eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. “You'll have to explain it to me. You know how this works. I'm the one making decisions, and I can't make good judgments without the right information."
She closed her eyes and looked away. “I need to go to the bathroom, Sir. Please."
He immediately pulled the key over his head, flipping the covers so he could reach her ankle. She swept her feet off the bed as soon as the chain was off—standing quickly and almost falling over without the use of her hands for balance. He was close enough to reach across and keep her from tumbling, but she could tell by his tone of voice he wasn't happy with her.
"You're supposed to wait for me to help you when you don't have the use of your hands."
He pushed across the bed and slid off, standing beside her. His face still showing displeasure, he grasped her arm and walked her to his bathroom, gently situating her on the toilet.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped around the corner and turned the shower on, thankful for the privacy. It took her a moment to get the stream to flow while keeping enough tension at her ass to hold the njoy in, but once she got started her bladder took forever to empty. She remained seated when she finished, squeezing her ass tight, not daring to stand without him again.
Zach rounded the corner and reached for the toilet tissue, patting her dry without a word. He methodically flushed and stood her up, directing her with his hands on her arms to the other wall, leaning her back against it. He didn't look at her face, stayed busy with his tasks as he unlocked both locks before removing the wrist cuffs and collar.
He finally looked at her, his displeasure still evident in his eyes as he pointed to the shower. She silently walked to it, opening the glass door and stepping into the warm water. Her pulse picked up as she recognized the wrist cuffs from the pool, hanging from a hook.
He followed her in and closed the door, speaking to her from several feet away. “I've told you I require full honesty at all times. If you wish to upset me, the easiest and quickest route is withholding information, or giving me half-truths. I see these things as undermining the foundation of any good relationship. An all-out lie will stop a scene so we can speak of it as adults outside of the power exchange, and may very well end our relationship. This wasn't an all-out lie, so it's forgivable, but you tried to keep information from me that you knew I'd want, and I'm angry, not just disappointed."
He took a breath; let it out—obviously trying to regulate his emotions. “I realize you'd just awakened, and I understand you've got hang-ups around waste excretions. I need to discipline you, but I also want to help you feel comfortable talking to me about your needs. You'll receive a brief punishment, and then we'll work on making you less uptight about the things your body does naturally. Raise your arms to the cuffs, please."
Dana quickly complied, her heart in her stomach. “What are you going to do?"
He finally stepped to her, but focused on the cuffs as he talked. “You'll find out in due time. It's not something we've negotiated to do without a safeword, so you'll have one, though I don't see any reason you'll need it."
He moved away from
her as soon as her wrists were trapped in the cuffs, giving her just enough slack to stand flatfooted, though she felt the stretch through her ribcage. She pulled at them, knowing they'd hold but needing to test them anyway. One showerhead was slightly in front of her, aimed at her forehead so she couldn't get out from under it, and she turned her head to the side to breathe. He adjusted the other two showerheads so one pulsed at her upper back from the right, and the other at her ass from the left. He fiddled with a nozzle in the wall before her until it was soaking her breasts.
"I'll be right outside the glass doors."
She was confused about why he considered this punishment, until the water suddenly turned ice cold—the shock freezing her muscles. She couldn't breathe in, couldn't scream, and when she finally managed to pull air into her lungs, her pride kept her quiet. Her feet danced below her while her body remained in place—she tried to move sideways, forwards, backwards, but her cuffs were too high. She lifted her legs and bent her arms, trying to pull above the cascading water, but couldn't escape enough of it to make a difference.
Once the initial shock was over, the cold made her hurt and her muscles began to draw up. She fought it—pushed herself to keep moving, thrashed her face from side to side—but finally went still, forced to accept the cold raining down, her head bowed forward so the water hit the top of her scalp and allowed her to breathe. Her chest heaved, and warm tears mixed with the cold water as her body shivered uncontrollably.
The water began to warm and she felt the heat of his body on her front—one arm holding her around the waist as he released the cuffs from the hook with the other.
He lifted her to him with both arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her head in his neck until the tears stopped and her breathing normalized. He held her a long time before saying, “Punishment's over, pet. Now I get to take care of you, help you learn. Can you stand?"
She slid her legs down his body, and he held her until she was steady on her feet before turning her towards the wall, connecting the cuffs behind her back. She remained in place when he stepped away, her cheek against the tile, and watched him reach outside the shower, the stretch of his body sparking her arousal again.
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