Love Bound

by Selena Kitt

  "Fuck the wall, pet. Slowly."

  She pulled her arms towards her body until her weight was resting on her forearms and she could use her palms and forearms as leverage to pull herself away from the wall, and then push back towards the wall. She did that, very slowly, maybe a dozen times as he stood above her. Watching.

  "Perfect. Crawl forward until you're off of it, then crawl to the spanking horse, please."

  The spanking horse was really a lot more than a spanking horse, but she didn't argue with him, she just did as instructed. When she reached the horse she stopped, as he hadn't told her to stand, yet.

  "Excellent, Pet. Palms and feet on the floor, spread your feet and straighten your legs."

  She did as instructed, feeling terribly vulnerable as she raised her ass into the air. She felt his hands spreading her ass cheeks to look at her asshole, then felt him remove his hands.

  "You may stand and mount the horse."

  Victoria put her knees on the platforms meant for her knees, and then rested her elbows and forearms onto the platforms meant for them. Gordon walked around her and secured her by putting the straps over her arms, placing her hands over the dowels placed there for her to grip and then closing the stocks around her wrists, then by securing the straps over her calves and around her thighs. Lastly she felt the straps going over her lower back and her shoulder blades. She heard him open a drawer on the chest, heard it close, then heard his footsteps walking back towards her. The whips and floggers hung on the wall, the canes rested on holders or hung from the wall by their straps, so if he was in a drawer then that probably meant a paddle or a plug or a vibrator or... he walked in front of her with a bit gag and she knew the answer.

  "Open."

  She opened her mouth and he put the gag in, making sure it was between her back teeth before tightening it behind her head. He stepped away from her and removed the dark charcoal silk pajamas, allowing her to see that he had a raging hard on. She kept her eyes focused on his cock, as the only time she had restrictions about where she could look was when he had a hard on and had no clothes covering it, in which case that was where she was supposed to keep her eyes unless given instructions otherwise.

  The platforms on the horse were completely adjustable, and the arms' heights were generally adjusted to put her face at the right height for a blow job. The platform for the knees tended to go up and down, one height for fucking her pussy, a slightly different setting for fucking her ass, and sometimes a much higher setting for a lengthy spanking and flogging and caning session. She watched his cock as it came closer to her face, wondering what he was planning to do since he'd already gagged her. She felt his cock go in her mouth and attempt to go under the bit gag, not making it, but in far enough to make his point.

  "Move your tongue from left to right, let me feel it under my cock, Pet."

  She did as asked and heard him groan. It was very uncomfortable, her tongue was in a bind, but she continued with the sideways back and forth for another thirty seconds or so until he pulled out and, without another word, walked around her and stepped behind her.

  "Do you get to have a say about what goes into your ass?"

  She shook her head no and did the best "No Sir" that was possible with a large bit gag in your mouth, more of a "Oh Uh" than anything else, but it was the effort and intent that counted, she knew.

  "That's right, you're here for my use, and I need some relief. You don't have permission to orgasm, but I don't think that's going to be a problem just yet. I want your pain, and I want to hear your screams." She felt his dick at the entrance to her ass and felt the sharp pain and burning fire of him entering her as he grunted out, "Your suffering does it for me." Once his head was in, he said, "So it's time for you to hurt". And then he pushed himself all the way in, all at once, and she screamed into her gag.

  She couldn't move, couldn't get away from it, and he didn't give her time to adjust. He paused three or four seconds to adjust his footing once he was all the way in, and then he began pistoning in and out, in and out. She knew he wasn't tearing her, she was well lubed, but she felt her tissues moving with him as he went in and out, and the muscles were on fire trying to take his girth, and it was just too much. She felt the tears coming down her cheeks, heard herself sobbing, but lost track of her screams in between the sobs.

  He didn't take long, and she was thankful for that. He could choose to have stamina when he wanted, but apparently this wasn't about making it last, but about claiming her ass and then coming inside of her. Filling her after emptying her. When he finally pulled out after spending himself inside of her she wasn't surprised to feel a rather large plug almost immediately pushing into her. She couldn't see, but from the feel of it she thought it was probably the large stainless steel plug because she didn't feel it giving any, and it was cold. She heard him at the table with the baby wipes and knew he would be cleaning himself, but she wasn't paying a lot of attention, it was just background noise. She had drool hanging out of her mouth, her asshole hurt, the plug was heavy, and she had no idea what would happen next, but a spanking or flogging or caning would be a good bet.

  She tried to relax, to get into the headspace that it didn't matter what happened next. She was his, and she trusted him. He needed her pain, and she needed him to give her pain. She may not want it right at this moment, but that wasn't the point. In the middle of trying to get herself into the right headspace she felt a line of fire on her ass and she sucked air in to try to come to terms with it. She was pretty sure that was the Lexan cane, nothing else they had quite came close to the intensity. And he was starting with it. She felt terror rising in her, she didn't think she could take more than one or two strikes right now, she started struggling, wanting to fight, to get out of the bondage, to get loose, to run.

  She tried her best to say, "Inferno, Inferno, Inferno!", but it didn't sound anything like it. He knew what she was trying to say though, because he said, "Not this time, Pet. I know you can take this when warmed up, so I know your body is capable of handling it, even if your mind doesn't think so at the moment."

  She felt the next line of fire about the same time as the sound of it registered. Just as her brain realized it was the Lexan cane again a third stroke landed just below the second stroke. And then more strokes landed, each one an inch or two below the previous stroke. In some cases one stroke landed just as the after effects of the stroke before that one registered, and the pain was just too much for her to handle. He started just below the base of her spine and moved his way down until he was mid thigh, then he moved up to the middle of her ass and worked his way down to her thighs again, and only then did he stop. When he'd stopped and put the cane down she heard another loud noise, felt her left ass cheek move with the impact, then her right ass cheek, then her left again, and realized he was spanking her with his hand. This was a fast and hard spanking, with no time to recover between strikes, just as he'd done with the cane. She felt herself fighting the restraints, heard herself screaming, fought to get oxygen into her lungs between the screams and between the strikes. He was hitting her hard enough it was hard to breathe in when he struck. She didn't know how long he spanked her, but she'd stopped counting somewhere around 80, and when he finally stopped long after that she was no longer fighting it, her body was relaxed, taking the strikes, and it was no longer hard to breathe. She was crying, not the quietly sobbing thing, but the kind where she knew her face was all blotchy, and snot was running out her nose, but there was nothing she could do about it. He used a warm washcloth to wipe her face down and clean her nose, then held it for her to blow her nose. He tossed it into the hamper and then she heard him opening another drawer, but she couldn't find it in her to even wonder what came next. It didn't matter. She'd take whatever he wanted her to take. She was his, here for his use, here to suffer for him if that was what he wanted.

  * * * *

  Two hours later she was hanging from their suspension rack, face down, parallel with the floor, at what
she assumed would be a good fucking height. Both legs had been bent, and her ankles attached to her thighs with rope. Rope was supporting her knees and thighs in a way so she could spread them a great deal or mostly put them together if she wanted. The majority of her weight was being held up by two harnesses, one around her rib cage and the other around her hips. Her arms were folded on her back and tied there, hands to elbows. Her ponytail was pulled back into the ropes as well, keeping her head up so she was looking at the wall in front of her instead of at the floor below her. Her breasts were tightly restrained and she knew they had to be turning colors by now, though she couldn't see them so she wasn't sure. She had a vibrating egg in her pussy, and the stainless plug had been replaced with an even larger silicone plug. She'd had clothespins on her breasts and arms and pussy lips for a while, but Gordon had removed them with one of the short rubber whips and had walked behind her and.... nothing. She knew he wouldn't leave her, she knew he was back there, but he wasn't doing anything. So she just floated. All of the individual pains she felt — her hair, her breasts, the ropes around her rib cage, her arms, her legs.. it all morphed into one sensation. And then she was just floating. Supported. No thoughts, no individual sensations. She just floated.

  At some point she realized he was removing the bindings around her breasts. She heard herself moaning as she felt the feeling coming back into them. She felt him doing something with her arms and then felt him slowing moving her right arm around her body and then letting it dangle below her. He did the same with her left arm, and then massaged her arms and shoulders. Gently, lovingly. The same hands that had hurt her were now soothing her. She felt him working with her ponytail, and he gave her enough slack so her head moved down some. Her ponytail was still supporting the weight of her head, but now she was looking almost down, and her neck felt so much better. He rubbed her neck and shoulders a little before saying, "Okay Pet, time for more pain. You will be allowed to have your first orgasm at the end of this session. Your hands are free, but do not play with yourself until I give you permission to do so, understood?"

  "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

  She heard him move the stool behind her, then heard him walk away from her. Next came the sounds of gloves and lube, then she heard the steps coming back to her. With her head lowered she could see his feet in front of the stool behind her. She felt him touching the butt plug inside of her, jiggling it, turning it, but not pulling on it yet. The one inside of her now was huge, she was so full. She hated it, but also dreaded the feeling of it being gone. She didn't look forward to the feeling of emptiness, but she also hated having it filling her. Lucky for her, the decision wasn't hers to make, only hers to experience. She didn't have to make a decision, Gordon would make it for her.

  "Push Pet. I won't make you push it all the way out, but I want you to get it started."

  Fuck, she hated that. She bore down, started pushing, and felt the pain of it inside of her when she did. As long as she'd been relaxed the pain had been bearable, but now... she took a deep breath in and then screamed and pushed with her eyes closed as tightly as possible and her hands curled into fists. She felt it moving and hoped it was enough. When she ran out of air she was terrified it would go back in, but as she took a breath she felt him holding it and pulling at it, "Keep pushing, I'll pull, but I'm not doing all of the work."

  She took a breath and gave another huge push and felt it moving again, "That's it, good job, a little more..." she felt him pulling and then felt a sharp pain and then it was out and gone. He dropped it to the floor and replaced it with his lubed and gloved fingers. Before her asshole had a chance to be empty his fingers were there, holding her open, pushing her even more open. She felt... knuckles. Damn, he was going to fist her. He'd only managed it once before. It was possible, but it was difficult. He was a large man, with larger than average hands. Imagine the hand of your favorite NBA star up your ass. The large plug had prepared her and he had four of his fingers in, but he'd have to get past his knuckles, and that was no small feat.

  "Float for me again Pet. Trust me to do this slowly, trust me to listen to your body. Put your right hand under your pussy and let me put some lube on it, then you can play with yourself some. Don't get yourself off yet, you'll get permission to come once my hand is inside of you."

  She did as he said, playing with herself, getting herself close. He helped the process by turning the egg vibrator higher and lower to keep her attention, and by ever so slowly letting his hand sink into her ass, bit by bit, millimeter by millimeter. And she floated.

  He must have realized he was close to being all the way in, because he started getting her worked up, pulling her out of the floating sensation and having her get more active with her hands on her clit. She was close to an orgasm when his knuckles finally breached the ring of muscles and sank into her ass to his wrist. As he felt his hand being pulled in he ordered her to come, and she came and came and came, screaming and crying and spasming in the ropes, pulling her ponytail something awful as she tried to cope with the violence of her orgasm. He pulled his hand out as her orgasm was dying down and that started it up again briefly, but that round didn't last long and she just hung in the ropes, exhausted.

  He lowered her in the ropes until she was about a foot above the floor, then released her legs so she could put her knees on the floor, then released her hips, and finally her rib cage. He picked her up and took her to bed, removed the egg, and then fucked her like a madman until he came inside of her, ordering her to come with him when he did. Her body obeyed and climaxed with him, joining them together this time as they held either other and came together.

  He allowed her to nap a while and then awakened her, fucking her mouth until she was awake and then asking her to put her hands above her head. She did so and he held onto them before warning her to get a breath. She did so and he sank his cock into her throat until his pubic bone was pushing on her upper lip and she was gagging around his cock, but he didn't pull out, he held his position. She panicked and tried to fight him off, needing oxygen. Her mind trusted him, but her body had to fight. It didn't matter though, he wasn't moving until he was read, and he wasn't letting go of her hands, either. She was in full panic mode when he finally pulled his cock out of her throat, and all she could do was suck air in, gasping it into her burning lungs. He didn't let go of her hands, fucking her mouth gently until she'd caught her breath and then he did it again, holding her hands above her head, using his hips to hold her head in place, not caring how much she kicked her legs and body around. When he tired of that he ordered her to get on all fours and he fucked her ass. He lubed himself well, and she was still lubed from earlier, but she was also sore from earlier, and it hurt. He went in slowly, talking her through it, helping her relax, but he didn't back off any, and once he'd made it in he fucked her ass like a madman. He told her she'd be able to come ten seconds after asking permission, and every time she asked for permission he counted backwards from ten, giving her permission when he reached zero. He fucked her ass for over an hour, and when he finally came, she thought that would be it. She was wrong.

  "Pet, one more thing, and then we're done. I'm going to stand you up a few feet from the wall and have you bend over and put your hands on the wall with your arms straight in front of you. I'll draw chalk hands around your fingers and palms so I'll know if your hands have moved. I'm going to put the alligator clamps, the ones with teeth, on your nipples and I'm going to hang weights on them. Then I'm going to give you four strokes with the large nylon cane, and I'm going to expect you to stand still for all four strokes. If you move, we'll start over. Your ass has already taken a lot, that's why you're only getting four. But if you move then you'll be getting more than four, so I'd advise you to find a way to hold still. Do you understand what is about to happen?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  He pointed to the wall and she stood and walked to it, placing her feet and bending over to put her hands on the wall. He spread her fingers and then traced aroun
d both hands with the chalk. He reached for her nipples and worked both of them until they were erect, then walked to a table. She heard the sound of the chalk being put down then the scrape of the clamps as he picked them up, and probably the weights as well. She screamed as the first clamp went on, and was still screaming when the second went on. He ignored her screams and methodically hooked the weights onto the clamps, gently letting them go as they obviously pulled and stretched her nipples and breasts towards the floor.

  He must have had the nylon cane close by, because the next thing she knew he was lining up for the first strike. He touched her ass with it and said, "Ready?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  She braced herself and felt the first strike and it was everything she could do to hold still, but as the heat of it sank into her, she knew she'd be able to hold still for the next three. He didn't ask her if she was ready anymore, just touched her ass to line up and then pulled back and let her have it. She counted them out between her tears and crying, "One Sir, Two Sir, Three Sir, Four Sir." And when she'd taken the fourth without moving he said, "Excellent Pet. Keep your body where it is, but pull your arms from the wall to the clamps and remove them both at the same time, please."

  She quickly did as instructed, screaming again with the pain as they came off, but relieved they were off. "Permission to touch them, to try to relieve the pain, Sir?"

  "On your knees, and permission granted."

  They were near the rubber mats, so she took two steps until she was on the thick rubber and dropped to her knees, then began rubbing her breasts, slowly inching her fingers closer to the nipples, which were really hurting. He watched her for a few moments, letting her work at them until she seemed to relax, and then walked in front of her. She stopped rubbing and put her hands to her back, looking into his face, making sure he saw the peace in her eyes. When he reached for the collar she said, "A moment, first, please Sir?"