by Amy Yao
She may have felt stronger, but that didn’t do any good. She still can’t get away. This poor girl really was tied down to the bed.
“If a soft touch does that much to you, what would happen if I really fingered you?” David asked.
As his question lingered on the air, she looked up at her husband. She was supposed to keep her eyes closed, but he didn’t seem to mind for the moment. Why not? Because he was enjoying this. He liked having her helpless. He wanted to see the look of worry in her eyes. “No, don’t do it,” Erika begged.
The begging was good, but it wasn’t enough.
David held up one finger, then two. And he touched it to her navel. He dragged his fingers down, along her pubis, through her pubic hair, getting closer and closer to her opening.
Erika had never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. Frantic, she yanked and twisted, pulling and crashing against her bonds. The ribbons seemed to tighten, not that she cared. She had had to get away! She simply had to free herself!
This may have been an easy concept for her, but she couldn’t actually achieve it. This young woman thrashed about some more, even kicking, not that David cared. Positioned right between her legs, he was out of reach.
To taunt her, he licked his fingertips. Then he bent down, closer and closer to her opening. He touched her gently. As he did so, he could feel the heat radiate from her body. Not only that, he detected that moisture. “Oh. You’re definitely turned on,” he said, pretending this was a sort of surprise.
“I am not,” Erika protested.
“You are. You’re very turned on right now. You can lie about it all you want, Erika, but I’m right here. In fact, I’m pretty sure that I can start making you moan in the next few seconds. What you think of that, slut?”
Her eyes got big. No. No way. There was no way he said that word to her. She yanked against her bonds.
“You bastard!”
“What? You teased me last night. You insulted me again and again. So I can’t do the same to you? Is that what you’re saying? Are you a hypocrite? Erika?”
Her nostrils flared, and she bit down. Like a wild animal, she locked her teeth together as she panted.
“I am not a hypocrite! I just believe in—”
“What? What you believe in, Erika? You obviously don’t believe in respecting your husband. You don’t believe in following the rules of our relationship. So what is it, Erika? What do you really believe in?”
She opened her mouth; she was ready to answer. But then a burst of sensation caught her off guard. He pressed forward, sliding his fingers between the walls of her slit. All at once, it felt so good. He penetrated her.
Degraded and humiliated, she was turned on.
These were sensations that Erika wasn’t going to on her own. She would need to be prompted, poked and prodded into accepting who she really was. But right there, as she was tied down to her bed with her husband, she refused to think about implications of what was going on, what she experienced and what she felt.
David pushed forward and pulled back. He wiggled his fingers. With one, he penetrated her. With the other, he rubbed her. He stroked her, taunting her. He played her like she was a musical instrument or some kind of toy. With every little movement, he added to the desires pounding through her skin.
Erika opened her eyes, not that she really saw anything. Her gaze was directed up toward the ceiling. And yet, some small part of her recognized what was happening. She knew that she had to say something, that she should speak, that she should try to defend herself.
She tried to bring her knees back together, and her thighs just pushed up against David. He wasn’t going to move. He wasn’t going to let her go. He fingered her for one, two, three, four, then ten or twenty more seconds. Having lost track of time, she couldn’t really count. In fact, everything seemed to become abstract, colors and sensations swirling around her, disconnected from everything else.
This was arousal, she recognized. This was being turned on, only it felt different. The flavor had shifted, changing into something different, something she couldn’t quite comprehend.
“Accept it, Erika. Accept the fact that you are my little slot now. We are going to need new rules, I think. We’re going to have to play by a different set of standards.”
Erika shook her head from side to side, silently refusing to accept anything he said. No! Even as her heart pounded and her opening became wetter and wetter, Erika refused to think about it. Strands of her dark hair stuck to her dampened forehead. Her lips seemed to puff out, and her nipples were hard.
Damn. They’d never been this hard before! She seemed to experience every nerve singing out all at once.
If Erika could really be honest with herself, she would have admitted that she liked this. More than that, it felt like she needed it. Somehow, surrendering to her husband meant purity. It meant the kind of acceptance that she couldn’t find anywhere else.
Then he pulled away. His fingers disappeared from her most sensitive spot, and she didn’t understand what was going on. Lifting her head, she looked down at him. Their eyes met again, and suddenly she wanted to retreat. But with her hands tied to the bed, there was nowhere for her to go. She was trapped, a cornered animal.
Perfect.
“What should I do with you, Erika?”
“Kiss me?”
With a slow, condescending shake of his head, he replied, “No. Then he grinned at her, and he crawled along the bed. Above her, he leaned down, his eyes locking onto her left nipple. But before he did anything with his mouth, he cupped her breasts. He touched her nipples with the pads of thumbs. Toying with her, he wiggled them to the right, the left, up and down, in the little circles.
In spite of herself, Erika started to squirm again. The muscles in her body bunched up, clinching with desperation.
“Do you like that?” David asked, his tone chiding. He could tell exactly how she was responding. He felt her pussy after all; he knew exactly how she would react.
“Yes.”
“Beg for more.”
“Please, please touch me! Please. I, I don’t think I can take this!”
“That’s too bad. Because you really don’t get a choice.” He loved her helplessness, and the frustrated subjugation burning in her eyes. This girl, like so many women, wanted to believe that she could control her own life. Yet, she had messed up. So now, her husband was taking control and getting her what she really needed.
He held one hand back. He reached down between her legs again. So now, he played with her right nipple even as he started to finger her.
Erika’s eyes got big, so big! She was panting, every second another gasp, another contraction of her lungs, another puff of air. “Please, don’t make me wait! Please, can I, come?”
As if by magic, the sensation stopped instantly. He pulled his hands back, both of them. He was no longer massaging her breasts. He no longer worked his fingers in and out of her slit.
Then he looked down into her eyes.
“Have I punished you enough yet?”
Gulping, she slung her head down and up. “Yes!”
“I don’t think so,” he replied. And just like that, he climbed off the bed. Then he headed for the door. Confused, Erika watched, wondering exactly what he was doing. Where was he going? He couldn’t just leave her like this!
A new idea gripped her, she started to worry. What if he left her for a long period of time? It could be minutes or hours! The panic gripped her, and she rolled over onto her stomach, looking up at the straps holding her in place. She tried to wiggle her arms. Desperation gave her extra strength and she rotated her wrists, hoping maybe she would be able to slip free from her bonds.
No.
It was simple, physics and engineering.
There was nothing she could do. Erika had to stay.
“Do you remember how you told me you wanted to experiment with something new?” David asked as he walked back through the bedroom door.
She d
id. Immediately, the memory came back, but she couldn’t quite put the pieces together. Did he mean he wanted to play with those new ideas right then, right there? In her fantasies, she would have been on her back, her body on display, though she never imagined those bonds wrapped around her wrists, stripping her of the ability to stop this.
“I, I remember,” she stuttered.
“Good,” he said, flashing her a wicked little grin. Erika opened her eyes and turned her head. She looked at her husband, and she saw what he held in his hands. Her eyes went to the candle first. Then her gaze drifted over to the right, to the ball in his other hand.
At this point, Erika should have been able to figure out precisely what was going to happen. She should have been able to piece things together. Perhaps she did, though she couldn’t think the words. She couldn’t face the actual truth of her impending fate.
“Should we start with hot or cold?” David asked her.
Erika wasn’t certain what to say. “Neither,” obviously wasn’t a possible answer. He wouldn’t find that acceptable, so she had to say something.
“Cold,” she whispered.
“You should understand that this is meant to be a punishment, Erika. This is meant to make sure that you don’t forget how to behave in the future.”
“I, I won’t forget,” she promised.
He grinned down at her. Erika’s promise was nice and sweet, and she even came off as quite sincere—none of which mattered to the man standing above her. He set the candle and bowl down. Then he plucked something from the bowl. Once he did it, Erika drank in the sight of her husband above her.
David squeezed that shard of ice between his fingers. Then he touched it right to the tip of her nose. She grimaced, only to giggle a second later. Then he brought it down her cheek, and she shivered. Her nipples were still hard, sensitive.
He liked that idea. So he took that piece of ice, and he touched it right between her breasts. The cold pressed down into her, even before he touched it to her skin. And once it made contact, she jolted up, yanking hard against the ribbons. The silk stretched ever so slightly, but it didn’t give, nor did it start to tear.
“Poor girl.” He grinned down at her. Then he swiped the ice down along her body, all the way to her pubis. He kept the quickly shrinking shard under his palm as he started to run it into her flanks.
Whenever he came upon a new region, her warm skin cried out.
“No! I can’t take it!” Erika squealed, like she genuinely believed that he might change his mind. Yeah, that wasn’t about to happen.
“Okay, if you don’t like the cold, let’s try something hot,” he said, making it sound easy and simple. Then he picked up the candle, and he held it above her. If he tilted to the left or to the right, the hot wax would drip down, splashing against her vulnerable flesh.
Panting, she started beg. “No. No, please. Please, David, don’t, don’t do that!” She stuttered and whimpered, which held him off for the moment. After all, he enjoyed seeing her eyes big with worry.
At this rate, he wouldn’t need to use a place like The Facility. Instead, he would train this girl himself, teaching her how to obey and act in their home.
In fact, David quite liked that idea. They didn’t need anyone else.
“Please!” The desperation rang out in her single syllable, but he decided that she needed this. He tilted the candle to the side. Time seemed to slow down for Erika as the wax dribbled down that span of inches. Then it hit her, right between the breasts, right at the spot where the ice had originally touched her. First the cold stabbed into her. Now the heat did the exact same thing, this needle of sensation pressing down into her.
She squealed, yanking and twisting. She bucked from side to side like a wild animal, yet it still didn’t help.
“Are you feeling it? Are you feeling helpless yet?” David asked his wife.
Like a good girl, she nodded her head down and up. “Yes! I feel it! I’m helpless! Please, please let me up!”
Rather than give Erika what she so desperately craved, he instead chose to tilt the candle to the side again. This time, he dribbled the wax along her slender side. It stuck to her skin, little droplets quickly drying.
After that, he picked up another piece of ice. Erika saw this, and she quickly shook her head from side to side. “No! No, no, no,!” She kept swinging her head from side to side, the desperation pumping her voice. Her eyes were wet, and it was clear that she would do anything to avoid this fate. Unfortunately for her, her chance at that had elapsed on the previous night, when she had decided to be such a brat.
With the candle in one hand and the ice in the other, he tormented her. He touched her legs, her arms. He teased her palms, her neck. And all the while, she kept crying out, desperate to get those sensations to stop. They were too much! They overwhelmed her!
Deep down, she wondered why and what was happening to her. Didn’t he understand what this was doing?
Yes, yes he did. And that was precisely why he acted. David understood that she needed this. It was good for her.
And then, just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, David set the candle back down. The last piece of ice had melted away, dampening her skin.
“Erika, are you going to be a good girl for me from now on? Will you remember to be respectful?” David obviously knew that their relationship wasn’t going to change all that much. He was punishing her, and it was good for her, yes she would still be his wife. Fundamentally, they would still be equals in a partnership.
“I will be a good girl! I will be respectful!” She seemed to over enunciate every word even as she put out those sounds.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, and his hand went right down to her pussy. He stroked her, teased her, working his digits into her crevice.
As another wave of sensations rocketed through her body, Erika didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, she was willing to say anything to her husband at this point. She just wanted those sensations stop! She didn’t think she can take it, like this would drive her utterly insane.
“There we go. You like this, don’t you? Of course, you do. You can’t help yourself. You want to belong to me. You know that you’re my wife. You know that I’m in charge. That’s right. Just relax. Take it. Take like a good girl,” David said to her, his finger sliding deeper and deeper into her body. He played with her. Now he was touching her clitoris, gently stroking and caressing that little engorged spot.
For her part, Erika shut her eyes. She clamped them shut. At one moment, she bit into her lower lip. The little rush of pain was enough to distract her, if only momentarily. But there was no hiding.
“Please, please let me,!” Erika cried out that sentence, that desperate plea.
“Oh, is that what you want? Is that what you really need?”
“Yes!”
“Too bad,” teased her husband.
Fighting to hold herself together, Erika couldn’t remain still. She actually kicked her heels down into the mattress, like some kid throwing a tantrum. Really, she couldn’t do any better than that.
“You know, I can make you come whenever I want,” he teased. “Just think about how good it would feel.”
Eyes locked shut, Erika didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to think or how to react to all of this. She licked her lips again. She looked up at him. “Please, would you use me? Please, I’m your wife, and I can’t take this anymore?”
“Oh, so does that make you my slut?”
The question hung there on the air, just waiting for some kind of response.
“Yes,” Erika finally said. As she uttered that syllable, she knew that she was surrendering something. But what?
Deep down, she told herself that she was just lying, but it didn’t really matter. Yes, this man was in control, but she could reclaim her independence. After this was over, she would be able to reassert herself.
Right?
“Close your eyes.”
“Wha
t, what you going to do?”
“Right now, I just want to see if you can obey me,” he replied.
She gulped, but then she obeyed her husband. There. She was finally proving she could do as she was told; she could think of someone else.
Grinning down at his wife, he wondered if he should free her. Theoretically, that could be fun. He could leave her there, still helpless, her arms and legs spread, only the restraints would no longer be there. She wouldn’t get to enjoy those ribbons as an excuse for her helplessness. She would be stuck in position because she had said; it would be as simple as that.
No.
Absentmindedly, he reached down, and he started to stroke her slit again. He touched her gently, petting her, toying with her. His fingers moved up and down, up and down. This time, he didn’t bother to speak. Why would he? By simply raising his fingertips along her most sensitive spot, he made her squirm and wiggle.
All the while, she kept her eyes shut. Good girl, he reflected.
“It’s time for me to use you, Erika. I’m going to pump into you, and you’re going to take every inch. You keep your eyes closed, and you are not going to come until I give you permission. Tell me you understand.”
Erika quickly licked her lips, swiping her tongue. Her heart pounded, and she knew she had to do this. She understood what the consequences would be if she failed.
As the adrenaline raced through her body, she arched her back, lifting her chest. And then she surrendered to this man. “I, I understand!”
“Yes, you do. From now on, how are things going to go?”
“I, I will be a respectful and dutiful wife,” she said, almost turning those words into questions, like she wasn’t exactly certain one way or the other.
“Good girl,” he said, deciding to pet her. He ran his free hand through her hair. He patted her at the top of her head. On some level, she knew that she was being teased and degraded, but Erika couldn’t force herself to care. Why would she worry about something like that when the arousal was pumping through her skin, insatiable and unstoppable?