"Yeah, you can view it now as proof of his power over you, but at the time I imagine it was hell. How does he supervise you? Make sure you're okay?"
"He puts a voice activated microphone on me and straps a two-way radio around my waist. I'm almost certain there's a homing beacon on me, too, because I fell apart once and he made it to me in practically no time, which wouldn't have been possible if he'd had to find me. I'm sure he has shortcuts; I wasn't allowed out here during construction, and he's never let me see the plans."
"Are Brent's punishments as involved as they used to be? I can see how much he loves you, has it made him go soft on discipline?"
"No, thank goodness. My former Master thought he was being nice by letting me out of consequences, but it only made me feel like I wasn't important enough to take the time to correct. It wasn't our only issue, but it certainly contributed to my asking to be released."
Their conversation continued as they walked side-by-side holding hands, with both comfortably sharing intimate details of current and past relationships. Dana was completely turned around, with no idea of direction, or how close they might be to the center. Jacob confidently skipped some paths and chose others, seemingly at random. She looked down, hoping to see the correct path based on wear patterns, but it was tiny brown gravel, hard packed with no footprints.
He stopped, glanced at his cellphone. “It takes most people five to ten minutes to find the center from here. I'll follow you, but won't give you any hints.” Smiling, he added, “Unless you order me to, but that'd be cheating.” He pushed a few icons on his smartphone and said, “Go."
They were between tall evergreens again, with no view of their surroundings. She had no sense of direction, no idea if the house was in front or behind, or where the center might be. She began walking the way they'd been traveling and skipped a left turn, taking the first right. She figured if she took every right, eventually she'd find her way. When she hit a dead end, the first right on the way back had been a skipped left, confirming this would work if she kept to the pattern.
When she finally rounded a bend and saw a beautiful castle, her mind rebelled. The structure was massive, much larger than the house, which wasn't possible. She'd have seen a building this large from outside the maze, but her brain took a moment to comprehend how it'd been scaled down.
With the fifteen-foot spruce trees behind looking like eighty foot evergreens, the miniature creek running beside it, the smaller bricks and stones and roofing material—the optical illusion was impeccable. The entry was tiny; no way could someone enter.
"Is it just for looks? It's a perfect illusion, but the door is so small, how do you get in?"
He grinned. “Good eye. The real entrance is on the other side. It's big enough on the inside for a bed, basic dungeon equipment, and a no-frills bathroom.” He motioned her towards it and kept talking. “Watching people navigate in here tells you a lot about how their mind works. You were very methodical. If you'd taken left turns instead of right, you'd have made it much quicker, though."
Dana paused as they reached the Lilliputian courtyard, following Jacob as he walked around the far side. She didn't see the door until Jacob opened it, and made him close it again so she could figure out how it'd been camouflaged so well, placing her hand beside his and moving it back and forth several times before finally stepping inside, pulling him with her.
"Ah, there they are."
She jumped, startled to see Brent and Zach already there.
"How did you...."
Jacob laughed. “I told you, shortcuts."
Walking to Zach for a hug, she said, “This is magical, if you took a shortcut you should go the long way out when we leave, so you can... I can't explain it.” She turned to Brent. “I'm in awe. I never imagined anything this grand when you were fantasizing about it."
"Thank you, I'm pleased with it.” He looked at Jacob and said, “Strip."
Dana recognized Brent's no-nonsense scene face as Zach said, “You too, Dana. Clothes off."
She took the room in—a large bed dominated the space, a simple St. Andrew's Cross fastened to the wall, a padded sawhorse in a corner, and a winch above her, the motor mounted inside one of the turrets. She swiveled back to Zach, the look in his eyes telling her she'd already dawdled too long, and reached for the waistband of her yoga pants, her insides igniting as she did.
"We'd like to see you fuck Jacob, so we'll give you a little while to play with him before I take too much control. You don't have permission to come. You'll be pussy-whipped if you do, as I think it's about the only spot I can safely punish right now. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir.” Dana's libido jumped to attention. She'd asked Zach to resume control after dinner, and was happy to fall under his spell again.
He put a condom on the short end of a strange dildo. “Over here, pet. Put your foot on the chair; use my shoulder for balance if you need to."
Jacob was kneeling at Brent's feet, his back to her, with Brent leaning forward, talking quietly as he fondled his lover's hair. The two of them had such a special connection; she could see it in Brent's eyes.
She walked to Zach and put her leg on the chair, gazing into his face and feeling her heart pulled to him, linking them. She understood they could be headed towards the kind of relationship Jacob and Brent had, if they didn't screw it up.
Zach kissed her softly and leaned down, running his fingers through her folds. He fingered her, teasing her, pulling her wetness inside out onto her lips. It wasn't until he finally slid the shorter end of the peculiar toy into her pussy that she realized it was made for her to fuck Jacob. She stroked the dildo flagrantly jutting in front of her, arching up like a real cock—a fuchsia one, but still, a nice sized weapon.
He touched her leg and she set it down, stifling a gasp as the dildo inside shifted with the movement.
"Turn and look at your Lady,” said Brent. “I believe she's ready for you."
Jacob swiveled his head, his eyes focusing on her cock, then to her face, as a huge smile brightened his countenance.
"You like this? The idea of my fucking you?"
"Yes, M'Lady. It's another way for you to possess me."
"Stand up, turn around."
He still had the jailbird on, cock soft for now, but she'd soon change that.
Brent stretched his feet in front of him, ankles crossed, comfortable. “It works like a strap-on, without needing a harness. I understand you'll need to play with the angle, but once you get it figured out it's supposed to give a considerable amount of pleasure to the person doing the fucking."
Zach handed her a condom. “I can't wait to watch you put this on."
She tore open the wrapper, laid it on the tip, smoothed it down the length. Stroking her own cock felt powerful—preparing the tool she'd use to invade his ass, his eyes watching her every move. Not to mention, moving the large outer dildo made the smaller one shift around inside her pussy as the connector between stimulated her clit.
She looked at Jacob. “The condom's an ultra-ribbed. Are you still tender from last night?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Brent likes to keep me sore sometimes. He may not do it for months, but then will keep me raw and tender for weeks, so I feel him with every step. This plug has been murder today."
Glancing at Brent, she said, “Are there paddles out here? One that'll sting, not thud."
He nodded towards a wooden chest. “Second drawer—the Lexan and leather will both sting, but feel free to choose any of them."
The Lexan paddle had wicked holes, but she wasn't looking to give him intense pain, so she lifted the leather one, felt of the weight and balance, and returned to Jacob.
"This isn't punishment; I want your ass rosy red before I fuck it. I want the heat of it to burn my thighs and stomach when I bury my cock in you. Lean over the horse, do I need to restrain you?"
Brent stood as Jacob walked to the sawhorse. “He can control himself. Bind him to the horse if you wish, but he'll stay where you put
him either way. Let's adjust the supports so he'll be at the right height to fuck when you're ready. When the large pink dot on the side lines up with the base of your cock let me know."
As Brent lowered it, Jacob scooted his feet outward, spreading his legs more and more as the sawhorse came down. When the dot lined up, his legs were spread desperately wide.
"Wow, he's very... flexible."
"Yes, he's required to do an hour of yoga four times a week. He can do the splits all three ways, and can achieve a number of other positions I often require of him. Once you're through paddling him I can tie his feet to the top of the horse, forcing him into the splits while you fuck him, if you'd like."
"I... I'll let you know. It's an intriguing idea, but... we'll see."
His cock hung over the top brace of the sawhorse, still encased in shiny steel, the angle allowing her to see how the ring around his balls anchored the wicked contraption to his body. Her arousal leapt at the notion of having so much control wielded over you—pain just for the act of being aroused, even when no one was around to know. Total regulation of your sexuality.
She walked to Jacob and touched his lower back, rubbing small circles around his sacrum. She wanted to sooth and relax him with her hand while creating tension with her words. “I'll give these strikes without stopping or slowing. It's going to be fast, and this is your warm up."
She did one slow motion movement to assure her hot pink cock wouldn't interfere, and moved her hips back to get it out of the way. Raising the paddle, she took a breath and went to work. Three on his right cheek, three on his left, setting up a nice rhythm.
After a while she switched to two on the right, two on the left. When she thought he was warmed up, her final strikes alternated left and right, using all of her strength. The impact traveled through her arms and into her chest, all the way down to her pussy. She felt the bruises on her back with the motion, too... but it was a good hurt, shooting heat all the way through her.
She laid the paddle down and plucked a glove from the box on the worktable. His rapid breathing and small muscle shifts told her he was still dealing with the pain, so she placed her ungloved left hand on his sacrum again, giving him an anchor.
He took a deep breath, and she allowed him a few seconds to center himself before she gingerly tugged on the plug, saying, “Let go of it for me.” She kept a steady pressure, pulling gently, making him relax around it, and knowing how hard it could be to push a plug out after having to hold it in for so long. She stopped it at the widest point, marveling at how his asshole stretched around the unforgiving metal, how the crinkles unfurled to create more space. His groans were turning into squeals, so she pulled it out and dropped it in the bowl Brent set on the table.
"I'm not ready to fuck him yet, but while I'm wearing the glove I'd like to get him lubed and stretched, so I don't have to worry with it later."
"He doesn't need stretching. Take the glove off, I'll use the lube launcher."
While Brent prepared him, Dana walked back to the dresser and retrieved the Lexan paddle. She'd changed her mind, the idea of giving him more intense pain was turning her on, after all. Plus, the holes were star shaped, and as she considered it, she wanted to see stars on his ass.
She didn't touch him this time—no anchor and no warning. However, she wanted to dial up his anxiety, so she looked at Brent and asked, “You're sure he'll stay put?"
"Punishment for moving out of position involves being restrained twenty-four/seven for ten to thirty days, at my discretion. He also wears the jailbird, and when he's working he's in a tight rubber corset. When home, he's in a cage or tied to the bed, but if I need him for something he's hobbled at ankles and wrists, with only enough range to accomplish his task. The only exceptions are for his yoga sessions, and when he runs—where his only bondage is the jailbird."
Dana decided he needed touch after all, so she rubbed his ass, fondled his balls, and then went to town. She gave him thirty strokes to his left cheek. The first two were moderate, and she ramped up from there, watching his reactions and leveling off at the eighteenth strike. She let him have it on the final two, though, reveling in his fight to stay put as he struggled to keep his hands and feet in place.
Her pussy was on fire, her clit throbbing, and she was breathing hard; who'd have thought witnessing him endeavor to accept her pain, battle to remain where she'd told him, could ignite her into a red haze of lust. The dildo inside of her was making itself known, too, as she worked her muscles to assure it stayed in when she took a step.
She moved towards Jacob's ass, noted his cock, red and distended inside the jailbird, and fisted her plastic one—lining up and pushing home in a single smooth stroke. The height was perfect, and the dildo pressed exquisitely inside of her as she drove into Jacob, sensations rocketing through her. She held still, giving him a chance to get used to her, leaning forward and running her hands over his back, on either side of his spine.
"I made you off balance. I can feel more heat from your left side than your right.” She pulled all the way out, watching his ass stay open a few seconds before closing around the emptiness. Lining up, she slid back in until the heat of his thighs touched hers, and leaned over him again, rubbing lightly over his shoulders and the tops of his arms, speaking softly. “I'll even you out in a minute, but this feels wonderful.” She pumped, but it was awkward at this angle, so she plunged in and held. “Part of me wishes you could get an erection, could enjoy this; but I have to admit, the idea of your cock trapped in that horrid cage, so you can't get hard, is a huge turn-on."
She raised up, wrapped her fingers around his hip bones, and began slowly invading and retreating, learning the rhythm of how far back she could go until the head was at his entrance, and the best angle for pushing and pulling, so the dildo rubbed her in the loveliest places. When she was close to climax she stepped back, retrieved the paddle, used one hand to sooth as the other spanked.
Another thirty strikes, to his right cheek this time, and he fought to remain in place once more as he bent a leg up for a quick second near the end, but kept his body motionless. She gave the final two strokes at full strength again before tossing the paddle onto the worktable and sliding her fuchsia cock back into him before he'd recovered from the spanking.
She'd already forgotten the lifted leg, but the rules apparently didn't allow for even a raised foot. Brent's voice was stern as he said, “A minor infraction, Jacob—don't think I didn't see it. We'll deal with it later, along with your disobedience at dinner. No need to acknowledge, I know you hear me."
Brent's statement almost pushed her over the edge, and she finally looked at Zach, surprised to see he had his cock out, slowly stroking himself. “Please, can I come, Sir?"
He smiled, and she was sure he was going to say yes, but his head went from side to side. “No."
She gave Jacob another half dozen strokes and stopped, buried inside of him as she clenched around the inner dildo and an orgasm threatened to launch, whether she wanted to or not.
"You're not going to let me come while I'm topping him.” She didn't say it as a question, didn't look at him, kept her gaze focused on Jacob's back.
"Very perceptive. Take as long as you like; I'm enjoying this immensely. When you're done with him you can get on your knees and suck me."
She tilted her head back to him, met his eyes, and melted inside. “I need another couple of minutes here, first."
"Take your time, I'm not rushing you."
She wanted to call bullshit—not allowing release until she came to him could only be defined as rushing. She kept it to herself, though, because in a twisted kind of way, it was a huge turn-on. Besides, she'd asked him to take control, and couldn't get upset at the way he chose to do it.
After another dozen controlled, frustrating, strokes, she slowly drug her cock out of Jacob, watching his ass once again take a few seconds to close. Damn, that was hot.
She quickly spread her legs and removed the dildo; tossing it
into the same bowl she'd put the plug, before laying her body over Jacob's, massaging his upper back, comforting him. “Okay, Jacob, time to stand. We'll do it together—let go with your hands."
She stood with him, her arms enveloping him, steadying him. She held him a long moment—her cheek against his back—before turning him to face her.
"Kiss me, Jacob. Show me how much you wish your cock wasn't surrounded in steel, how badly you want to pleasure me with it."
He took control of the kiss, wrapping one arm around her waist, supporting the base of her head with his other, and leaning her backwards, his mouth ravishing hers as if he were starved for her. She draped a leg up and over his hip and he pushed his trapped cock towards her pussy, the warm metal a surprise at first, then a turn on as it pressed against her folds.
He didn't stop until she gently nudged his shoulder with her hand, but as soon as she did he gracefully stood them both back up.
"Wow, thank you. I...” she sighed. “I have to return you to your Master now."
There was so much more she wanted to say, and he must have seen it in her eyes. He spoke softly, his lips skimming her cheek. “It's okay, we can talk later. Go to Zach; let him take care of you."
She nodded and escorted him to Brent, symbolically placing Jacob's hand into the larger man's. Brent smiled, eyes twinkling, and waved her towards her Master.
She walked to Zach, gracefully dropping to her knees at his feet without being told, knowing she needed to get into the right headspace with him, hoping he'd help her with the transition.
He zipped himself back up before leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “I'd love to put you over my lap and spank your ass red, but I'll have to make do with a plug."
He had her get gloves and lube, retrieve the inflatable plug from his bag, put the gloves on his hands, and then fold herself over his legs. Had she really doubted he'd be able to put her in her place?
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