by Megan West
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Have I surprised you, Sargent? Did you think it would be all rubber hoses and cigarette burns? Did you really think me that unsophisticated?" She fastened off the rope and picked up something flesh-colored from the table.
"We're going to begin with a little reminder of who is in control here, something that will, um, stay with you, shall we say?"
He felt her fingers against his anus, slick with lubricant, rubbing the tight ring of muscle, pressing inward with increasing insistence.
"Tell me what I want to know."
"You know I can't."
"And I. Can't. Stop," she told him. He felt a blunt pressure against his ass, harder than her fingers, increasingly large as it pressed into him. He felt as if he was being ripped open as the thing, whatever it was, pushed further and further into his ass, growing wider and wider.
"I can't…”
"Tell me what I want to know!" she insisted. "I know how much you men hate the idea of penetration when it's your asses that are being breached. Why don't you relent?"
"I can't!" he choked. The discomfort crept upwards from his ass, twisting inside him slightly.
"You will, Sargent," she promised and with one last push, she sheathed the hard, cone-shaped object inside him.
"This is called a butt plug, and it's going to remind you that you are my whore now. You will do what I tell you to do even if it takes us all night to get to that point. Now how does this feel?" she asked, patting the base of the plug and sending a knife edge of pleasurable pain through him like an electric shock. "It should make you feel like the filthy slut you are."
"Fuck you," he snarled, hating the warmth that was spreading outward from the plug.
"No," she told him, “but I may fuck you later in the evening. I don't suppose you've reconsidered?"
He rasped out his identification once more and she smiled at him.
"I'm rather happy you're being uncooperative. I really do enjoy teaching you arrogant Yanks your place. Let's see, how to begin?"
She sauntered over to him and he could see that she had changed out of the plain, brown leather gloves into a pair of black leather ones. As she moved towards the bench where he was restrained, he could see light glinting off the palms.
"Now," she said, "we'll discuss that information I want." She stroked her hands down the back of his thighs and he could feel points of metal rippling over his skin. She turned her hands palm up and cupped his ass with the studded gloves.
"Do you understand what I'm willing to do to you?" Then quickly she slapped his ass cheeks, first the right, then the left. He let out a sharp, surprised bark of pain. "Do you understand what I am able to do to you?" she asked as she resumed the stroking of his reddened cheeks, more firmly this time.
"Why would you think I'd ever tell you anything?" he asked.
She slapped him again on both cheeks, then on his thighs. He had barely recovered from the shock of pain when he felt two fingers stroking the root of his cock then to where the base of the butt plug rested. She stroked the tender flesh over and over, and each time the sensation became more uncomfortable as his nerves reacted. He drew a harsh breath through clenched teeth and she smiled at him.
"But I've only just begun," she told him. "You can't be ready to submit so soon."
Richard gritted his teeth tighter. "No."
"Good. I was afraid I'd underestimated your capacity for suffering." She slapped his thighs again, then ran both gloved hands up across his belly and chest. "Oh... you're too hairy for this to work really well. I'll have to take care of that."
The gloves came off, and Richard breathed a little easier until he saw her pick up a cut-throat razor from the table and check its edge. "I find that shaving a man's body hair is even more effective than stripping him of his clothes. It not only leaves him naked and vulnerable, but it has an emasculating quality that I find very satisfying. Not unlike that huge plug in your ass," she said with a bright smile and flashing teeth.
She lathered the hair on his chest and went to work. "Still, now. You don't want to lose a nipple along with all this fur, do you?" The feel of the blade on his skin made him go cold inside. He could barely breathe, afraid she’d apply too much pressure and cut him.
When she finished his chest, she shaved the small trail on his belly, and after that, she lathered his pubic hair. "Now this is delicate work. If the razor were to slip at all..." Her hand moved softly around his balls. Richard barely squeaked a breath through his nose as his whole body stilled. Finally, when he sensed that she had finished, he relaxed a little, and then she flicked her hand and the razor nicked him just above the groin.
"Ow!"
"Razors can be so dangerous."
"You bitch."
She gave him a look of mock surprise as she lathered the hair in his armpits. "I think you fail to understand who the bitch is here." She began to scrape the hair from his skin. "Really, I'm hoping you're going to hold out for a very long time because I'm enjoying this very much," she assured him.
When she finished she put the spiked gloves back on and began to rub them all over his newly shaved, highly tender skin. She rocked her hand back and forth, and pressed down as she stroked. He bit down on the inside of his mouth trying not to cry out, but she wouldn't stop. She rubbed, and slapped him over and over until his skin was crimson and covered with tiny blooms of blood. In desperation he shouted at her, "Fuck, you, you bitch, I will never tell you anything!"
The woman looked surprised. She stared at him for a moment, then removed her gloves and threw them on the table. "Well, I suppose that's that, isn't it? If you're not ever going to talk..." She sighed. "I guess there's no harm in gagging you. I won't miss anything, and I won't have to listen to your abuse."
"No! No!" he shouted as she tried to force the gag onto him. He twisted and jerked away from her, but she caught his hair and yanked it violently, twisting his head back, and shoving the ball into his mouth. She fastened it.
"Aren't you a lot of trouble?" she giggled. "I wonder how long that will last." She picked up a ridged paddle from the table and began to fan herself. "My, it's hot in here, isn't it? But you wouldn't notice…being nude and all." She said as she motioned her hand towards his crotch.
She returned the paddle to the table and began to unbutton her cream silk blouse. Beneath it she had on a lacy white bra, so sheer, he could see her pert nipples. They were poked erect. She liked her job.
The milk chocolate pencil skirt slipped down to the floor and she stepped out of it, delicately folded it, and tossed it onto the blouse. All she had been wearing beneath it were silk stockings and a lacy white garter belt. Her pubic hair looked like candy floss against her pale flesh. She was all so feminine, such a startling contrast to the spike heels and leather gloves.
She began to check his restraints, leaning over him as she tightened the leather cuff on his far wrist. Her pubic hair pressed against his cheek, and he caught a waft of woman scent. What kind of a woman was she, he thought wildly. Did she want to seduce him, or torture him?
"Did I gag you too soon?" she asked sweetly. Never mind, you'll be begging to eat my pussy before we're finished. He shook his head in violent denial, but he feared she was right. The sight of her perfect, heart-shaped rear was having an effect on his cock. He hoped she wouldn't notice, but she did.
"Don't even bother to ask to fuck me, Yank. I might stoop low enough to let you service me with your mouth, but you'll never put that in me." She picked up a flogger and with a deft twist of her wrist, swept it across his cock and balls so sharply that his half stiff erection withered and he gave a shout of pain, or tried to. The gag quieted even that.
"I honestly quite enjoy the flogger," she admitted, fingering the long strips of leather. "But then schoolroom discipline was my first taste of the eroticism of pain." Her hand twitched again, and the straps cracked against his ass. He surged up as far as his restraints allowed and howled against the gag. "Pace yourself,
Sargent, we've only just begun to explore your limits."
With that, she set to work in earnest, swinging the flogger in a figure eight to strike first one bare thigh then the other, then one ass cheek and then the other. She lashed him over and over again, occasionally flipping the straps forward to snap against his genitals.
He could smell her female musk rising as she became more and more aroused by the flogging.
She stopped and threw the flogger back onto the table and started to fan herself with the paddle again. "Whipping someone always excites me," she admitted to him. She reached down between her legs and dipped a finger against her slit. Her fingers were glistening as she brought them back up. "See?" she said. "I'm wet." She smeared the slick pussy juice on his cheek with a smile.
She hitched herself up onto the table and spread her legs wide. "You see how my pussy gets when I'm excited?"
He didn't want to look, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. Her delicate pussy lips were pink and swollen, and shimmering with her wetness. Very deliberately she picked up the flogger and began to insert the handle into her pussy. "I love using this. I think about what I've done with it, and that makes it all the better." Gently she began to fuck herself with the handle. "Those ridges..." she sighed. "So much better than any man I've ever had." Her hand moved faster, and the straps began to jump as she thrust the handle into her faster and faster.
"Tell the truth, Sargent Holloway," she gasped, "you wish it was you, don't you? You're aching to put your cock in here. Look at you, you're rock hard in spite of my punishment."
It was true. Watching her had caused his dick to flush erect. He kept thinking of how he'd fuck her like an animal until she begged him to let her finish.
"Oh! Mein Gott!" she screamed, and fell back against the table. He watched her spasming body as the flogger fell onto the floor.
After a few moments, she rubbed her hand over her mound with a happy sigh. "So much better than you could ever be," she said, struggling up to a sitting position. "And now," she said, brushing her tousled hair away from her face, "I can continue."
She picked up something Holloway couldn't identify. It looked like a tube with a handle and cord. When she plugged it in, he realized it wasn't as benign as it looked.
"We love science in my country," she told him. "We find it so versatile." And she passed the tube lightly over his chest. Electricity arced and coursed through him with a pain so intense he couldn't even scream.
"I find the arc so beautiful," she said, and slid the wand toward Holloway's right nipple, then his left—wringing strangled cries out of him. She passed the wand over the inside of his arm, down the side of his body and up the back of his leg, lingering over the backs of his knee and the bottom of his toes.
Shocks were followed by a warm buzzing sensation, then another shock. By the time she started to slide the wand down his other leg, tears were leaking out of his eyes.
She held the wand over the tip of his cock and the tiny lightning bolt it delivered sent him over the edge into orgasm. He ejaculated wildly as she shocked his cock and balls, jetting his cum all over his chest in pearly white ropes.
"Well that is disappointing," she told him. She switched off the wand. "I thought you'd have more staying power.
He tried to speak, tried to get her to understand that he'd tell her anything, but between the gag and the orgasm, it was all spit and gibberish.
She surprised him by removing his gag. His lungs quickly filled with air as he tried to get a fresh breath.
"Tell you," he gasped.
"Tell me?"
He nodded and she smiled a little sadly.
"Poor Sargent, I don't care. I never really did. They gave you to me as a toy."
"Oh my God," he moaned.
"Well, now you know, I think it's time that you earned your place here. You know a great many men would do anything to be where you are now."
She climbed up on the step beside the table and swung her leg over his head so that her pussy was in his face. Her smell was intoxicating.
"Now beg for it."
"Please..."
"Please what?"
"Let me eat you."
"Let me eat you, what, bitch?"
"Let me eat you please, Mistress, please."
"That's what I like to hear," she told him and lowered herself onto his mouth with a smirk.
She was wet and slick, so his lips and tongue glided easily from clit and to her opening. She rode him, rode his mouth, gasping with pleasure as he tongued deep inside her slit, and suckled at her tender, throbbing clit. He could feel her muscles start to twitch and she threw back her head and screamed again as warm fluid spurted over his mouth and chin.
When she was able to speak again, she said, "Oh, Sargent, are you that good with your cock? Perhaps we will find out after all."
"Let me up and I'll show you," he said, thinking that he had found her weakness. She craved sex, and he could give it to her until her muscles turned to jelly. Then he could make his escape.
"Let you up? No, my dear Sargent Holloway, I'm not that stupid. The night is still young and we have a great many sensations to experience together."
She opened a leather case. He could see something glinting inside. Needles.
"This is the thing that seems to make or break a man, at least in my experience," she told him. "But first, I need to clean you up a little. I can't have my plaything getting an infection.
She swabbed his skin with a disinfectant, and her touch was almost tender. Was she actually feeling something for him, he wondered. He could use that to get away. He'd have her first, a dozen different ways, and make her beg for more.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain. She was stabbing a needle into his chest. "What are you doing?" he barked, horrified.
"It's an art form, Sargent," she told him, flicking the handle of the needle with her finger and making him gasp. "It's how I express my artistic longings." She said in a mocking tone and laughed.
She took another and inserted it, then another, and another until he could see that she was making a kind of star burst around one nipple. "Pretty, isn't it?"
He tried to snap at her, tell her what was what, but there was something happening inside his brain, something crazy and disturbingly wonderful. With each pin she inserted into his chest, he felt as if he were floating away. Each new piercing brought a greater sense of well-being and peace as his body lost its weight.
"Have I found your pain?" she asked as she finished the second star burst around his other nipple.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"I'm so pleased, Sargent.” She caressed his cheek. "I hoped you'd respond at some point."
She continued her design in a V-shape down across his chest and belly. The pain of it ebbed and flowed, one moment carrying him off into some altered consciousness, and the next, slamming him back into the cold reality of her torture room.
When he felt her swabbing his genitals with the disinfectant he began to shudder uncontrollably.
"Baby, do you need me to stop?" she whispered into his ear.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
She'd been worried about this scene for days ahead of time, worried that he wanted to push too far outside of their comfort zone.
"I'm positive. You can drop the Helga and Whip Lady thing, though, if you want to. I wouldn't mind."
She laughed. "I was getting tired of playing Aryan bitch anyway. So we're continuing, right?"
He nodded.
Instead of placing the pins on his cock and balls, she started a garter of pins on one thigh. It was just enough pain to keep him flying.
"Your eyes are all glassy.”
He heard the noises he was making, but felt disconnected from them, as if it was someone else giving voice to the sensations that coursed through his body with each pinprick, each long, slow slide of metal through his flesh.
And then all at once he found himself unbound, w
ith a blanket thrown over him.
"What happened?"
"You passed out." She looked terrified.
"How long was I out?"
"Just long enough that I could unstrap you and put a blanket over you. Don't move it, the pins are still in. How do you feel?"
"I'm good. Actually, I have never felt anything so amazing in my life."
She exhaled with sharp relief. "I got scared.
"I bet." He tried to sit up, but the blanket tugged on the pins. "Oh ow. Endorphins all gone."
"Let me help." She peeled back the blanket, careful to avoid snags. "I have to get these out now, so hold still."
He laid there on the table drifting a little on the exquisite little jolts of pain as she pulled each needle out of his skin, and wiped the punctures down with disinfectant. "You're hard again!"
"You sound surprised." He wasn't surprised at all. Sex was sparking in him like the arcs from her violet wand. "You know what I'd love?"
She tossed the gauze pads into the waste bag. "Am I going to have to worry about this too?"
"Not at all, love. I want you to fuck me." He could see it on her face, see the way the idea appealed to her. It wasn't something they did often, but she'd always enjoyed topping him. "Dildo of your choice."
"You're so good to me. I have to get the plug out first, though.
She rolled him onto his side and worked the butt plug free. "You are still flushed back here, and nice and open. She rubbed the ring of muscle with her finger, making him jump. "And sensitive."
"That's what I was thinking," he confessed. "I'll really feel it right now."
"Do you want to go to bed?"
"No, let's do it down here. It smells of sex and humiliation."
She gave his ass a sharp slap. "Then assume the position, Sargent, and I'll go get my harness.
He rolled over and stretched out on his belly, legs hanging over the sides. His cock was painfully hard, and he started to rub it against the heated leather beneath him. Sometimes he came down and rubbed himself off when his Mistress wasn't around. He loved the flesh-like heat and smoothness of the leather against his erection.