A Talent for Surrender

by Madeline Bastinado

  ‘I think I do. Sadie has a slave – a lover – who helps her in the dungeon. I thought it must be torture for him to watch her with other men. I couldn’t imagine how he stood it. But when I asked her she told me that she made him do it to bring home to him quite how thoroughly she owned him. I imagine you had something similar in mind.’ Dan was gazing at her. Without his glasses he looked vulnerable and boyish.

  ‘Yes, that’s more or less it. I wanted you to understand that obedience means doing whatever I ask, no matter how unpalatable it might be.’

  ‘Or frustrating . . .’ He smiled.

  ‘You got to come in the end, didn’t you?’

  ‘But I had to do it myself and, more importantly, you robbed me of the pleasure of making you come.’ He slid across the bed and slid his hand between her legs. Jo gasped as his warm fingers covered her crotch.

  ‘I certainly didn’t intend to deprive you of that pleasure for ever.’ She opened her legs.

  ‘Why don’t I make up for lost time, then?’ He threw back the covers and crawled across the mattress. He nestled down between her legs. She felt heat and moisture as Dan opened his mouth and began to lick.

  Jo sighed as Dan’s mouth awakened her clit. She gripped the bed’s rails and began to slowly move her hips. She felt pinpricks of pleasure creeping up her nape and over her scalp.

  Dan’s fingertips trailed over her thighs. She shivered. They moved up her sides, slowly enlivening every pore and particle with pleasure. She gasped.

  His thumbs flicked across the tips of her nipples, making her shiver. She writhed and bucked as his tongue worked its magic. Hot breath rushed out of his nose, warming her skin.

  Jo was beginning to sweat. Her nipples throbbed. She reached down and pinched them, rolling the fat buds between thumb and forefinger. They prickled and stung with pleasure/pain. She arched her back.

  She had begun to moan. Her body thrashed. Dan’s arms were wrapped around her writhing hips. She imagined his cock, rigid and painful now, aching for release.

  She rocked her hips, rubbing her excited pussy against his face. Her clit tingled. Her hands gripped the bedrails behind her head tighter. She looked down at his face. His eyes were half closed, slitted and dancing.

  The rest of his face was hidden beneath her crotch. Heat and tension was beginning to spread out from her pelvis. Her arms were locked rigid as she gripped the rail. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against Dan’s eager face, establishing a rhythm.

  Excited shivers slid up and down her spine. Her crotch ached. She looked down at Dan’s face. His eyelids gleamed in the light. He sucked on Jo’s clit, lavishing it with his tongue. Jo’s body quivered and shook. She held on tight to the railings, holding herself in place.

  Dan’s mouth was slippery and soft. She could feel his body heat seeping into her. Her nipples were erect and sensitive. Dan’s mouth slid against her excited cunt. Tension twisted in her gut. Dan’s lids flicked open his eyes and looked up at her, his eyes glistening and intense.

  Her skin was sensitive and alive. Her crotch prickled with pleasure and congestion. She dug her heels into the mattress and rocked her hips.

  Excitement pumped around her bloodstream. Her clit responded to every tiny flutter of his tongue and, a moment later, she felt the same excitement and pleasure in her swollen nipples. She arched her back.

  Jo reached down and stroked Dan’s hair. She trailed her fingertips down over his face. He shivered. Dan stepped up the pace, matching the rhythm of her pumping hips. Her clit was tense and tingling.

  She felt a finger at her entrance which then slid past her muscles. He curled his finger and pressed it hard against Jo’s sweet spot. A jolt of excitement shot up her spine. She felt a second finger against the tight ring of her arsehole and she knew she was going to come.

  Her body was rigid and quivering. Her hips moved urgently. Dan sucked on her clit, pressing both fingers hard inside her.

  She felt electrified. Little shocks of pleasure slid over her skin. She thrashed her head against the pillow, matting her hair.

  Jo was grunting and moaning. The pleasure was building, ready to explode. Her body was rigid. She ground her crotch against Dan’s mouth.

  Jo’s thrusts had grown shorter and more urgent. Dan sucked hard on her clit and massaged her G-spot. Jo could feel her muscles grip his fingers. Her body trembled and shook.

  She ground her crotch against Dan’s face, her strokes short and urgent. The tension burst and she let out a high keening cry as she began to come.

  Waves of pleasure and release shot up her spine and slid down her legs to her feet. Her back arched. She pressed her heels down into the mattress, bringing her hips up off the bed.

  It kept on coming. Shivery tingling ripples crept up her nape and over her scalp. Her toes curled, her nipples throbbed. She gasped and mewled.

  She was sweaty and exhausted, her muscles ached. She relaxed back against the pillow. Dan crawled up the bed and took her in his arms. She could feel his heart beating as she lay against his chest. She stroked his belly.

  ‘I hate to spoil the moment,’ he said finally, ‘but I need a piss.’

  Jo laughed softly. ‘Do you? That gives me an idea. Come with me.’ She slid off the bed and towards the bathroom.

  After a moment’s hesitation, Dan followed.

  She picked up her tooth glass and handed it to him. ‘There you are . . . can you fill that for me?’

  Dan raised an eyebrow. ‘Not from here – as the old joke goes.’ He walked over and took it. He gripped his cock in one hand and lowered the glass. ‘I’m not sure I’ll be able to go, actually . . . I’m not used to an audience. And it’s still a bit hard. Which doesn’t help.’

  Jo watched his cock. She noticed that his pubic hair had begun to grow, speckling his skin with dark stubble. Even soft, his cock was thick and long. He held it between thumb and forefinger, pointing it into the glass. He exhaled and began to piss.

  Hot piss filled the glass. Her nipples stiffened. Her crotch still felt liquid and soft from her orgasm and her clit tingled.

  ‘Oops. Better stop.’ Dan handed her the glass and stepped up to the loo. He bent to lift the seat and began to pee again. Jo admired the strong muscles in his long thighs. His body was lean and lithe and his hand, holding his cock, was slender and elegant. He gazed down at his crotch as the arc of golden liquid tinkled into the bowl.

  He noticed her looking and he looked up and smiled. When he’d finished he rolled his foreskin between thumb and forefinger to shake off the drips. ‘If you’ll move away from the sink I can wash my hands.’ He smiled at her.

  ‘I want you to drink this first.’ She held up the glass.

  ‘All of it?’ He made a face.

  ‘A couple of mouthfuls at least.’ Heat welled up in her crotch.

  He took the glass. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it. ‘I think I’d find it a lot more palatable if it was your piss.’

  ‘I know. That’s the point.’ She leaned against the sink. ‘But don’t worry. You’ll be drinking mine before too long.’

  ‘Bottoms up.’ Dan brought the glass to his lips and drank it down in one. He handed her the empty glass.

  ‘Well . . . that was above and beyond. Thank you.’ She took the glass.

  ‘I wanted to show you how serious I am about this.’

  ‘So . . .’ She reached for his hand. ‘I’ve corrupted you. How wonderful. Now I think it’s time you fucked me.’ She could hear the arousal in her own voice.

  ‘With pleasure.’ He turned towards the bedroom but she pulled on his hand, holding him back.

  ‘Why don’t we do it in here? Pervery is always more exciting if you do it in unexpected surroundings, don’t you think?’

  Dan smiled. Jo stepped forwards and bent over the vanity unit. She did it slowly, knowing that he was drinking in every detail. The granite top was cold and smooth against her skin. Her nipples brushed against the surface and she tingled all over.

 
She felt Dan’s warm palms against her buttocks, then his thumbs stretching apart her cheeks. She sighed as he teased the wrinkled bud with the tip of his thumb.

  ‘That feels quite lovely . . . but I think I’d like it in the usual place, if you don’t mind.’

  Dan moved his hands away and, a moment later, she felt him pushing the hard wet tip of his erection along the length of her pussy. She could feel the heat of him. He pushed it against her hole and he shifted his weight and began to press it home.

  It slid slowly past her muscles. Her cunt was alive, tingling, on fire. She sighed. Dan pushed his cock home. Jo could feel his balls flattening against her pussy.

  For several long moments he stayed motionless inside her. She could feel his hard hot cock inside her and her muscles gripping him. Dan pulled away from her. He moved agonisingly slowly and Jo’s cunt seemed to burn with excitement. She sighed.

  When he’d withdrawn almost fully he stayed motionless for a moment with just the tip of his erection inside her. Jo felt empty, abandoned. She wriggled her hips.

  Dan laughed softly. She felt his fingers pressing into her hips as he held her in place, resisting her. The tips of her nipples were touching the granite and they burned. She looked over her shoulder at him. Dan was looking down, his eyes focused on the spot where their bodies met.

  ‘Tell me what it looks like.’ Jo could hear the excitement in her own voice.

  ‘It’s beautiful. Your cunt’s swollen and glistening. My cock’s all pumped up and purple. I can’t see the tip because it’s inside you but I can see it stretching you open. I can feel your muscles gripping me, it’s incredible.’ Dan’s voice was breathy and deep.

  She felt him shifting his weight behind her and his fingers dug into her hips. He slid back into her, filling and stretching her. She sighed in relief and excitement. It hit home and she could feel his crotch pressing up against hers.

  He shifted his weight suddenly backwards and she felt him sliding out of her then immediately forwards with such force that she slammed forwards against the sink. She gripped the taps and pressed herself back against him.

  Dan began to fuck her hard and deep. She braced herself against the vanity unit and met his thrusts. Dan grunted behind her. His fingers dug into her hips. Her nipples were dragged backwards and forwards across the granite on every thrust.

  She could feel his cock sliding inside her. There was an obscene wet squelching noise. Slow shivers of excitement slid up and down her spine. Jo could feel tension congesting her pelvis. Her nipples prickled.

  Dan pounded her. Jo banged against the edge of the vanity unit over and over again, mashing her breasts and nipples against the stone. She held onto the taps and matched his rhythm.

  Her body was taut and trembling. Pressure throbbed in her belly. Dan was grunting, deep animal sounds of exertion and hunger. He fucked her hard and deep and rough. His crotch slapped against hers. Jo’s crotch was tingly and tense. Heat pumped through her bloodstream.

  Her body thrust forwards on each stroke, rubbing her breasts against the granite, providing delicious friction for her nipples. He was rigid and fat inside her. Dan released her hips. He pressed his body over her back and laid his hands over hers on the taps. His mouth was right beside her ear and she could feel hot moist breath on her skin.

  Jo looked down at his hands covering hers. She saw the muscles in his forearms flex as he pulled himself forward in one sudden vicious jab. Her body banged against the edge of the skin.

  He slid backwards an inch and did it again, tightening his hands over hers and pulling on the taps, thrusting himself hard into her. Jo grunted. She could feel her muscles, tight around Dan’s cock. Tension throbbed in her pelvis.

  Dan began to establish a rhythm, sliding back an inch or two then pulling hard on the taps. She banged against the unit, her tits mashed against the stone. Her crotch ached.

  ‘I don’t think I’m going to last much longer, I’m afraid.’ Dan’s words hissed in her ear.

  ‘OK. Give it to me nice and hard, I’m almost there.’ Jo pushed back against him.

  He kissed her neck. He began to bite her and she arched her back and lifted up her head. He tightened the muscles in his arms and she felt his fingers gripping hers. His hips pistoned.

  Dan pounded her. Her body slid backwards and forwards. Her nipples were ablaze, her crotch ached. Dan’s crotch slapped against hers, growing faster and faster as his strokes grew shorter. He was hot and hard inside her. Her muscles gripped him. She pulled hard on the taps and met his thrusts.

  Dan’s hot breath hissed against her ear. His hips hammered. Jo was gasping and sobbing. She was on fire, taut, excited and on the edge. Her crotch burned and throbbed.

  She felt his muscles stiffen and his body tense. He was fucking her hard, rapid shallow strokes that knocked her forwards and rubbed her excited nipples against the stone.

  Dan’s body went rigid behind her. He’d begun to quiver and he was fucking her in short urgent thrusts. Jo could feel the tension in her cunt building to a pitch. Dan’s hands squeezed hers as he pulled himself forwards, pressing her fingers into the taps.

  The tension shattered. Heat and relief flooded through her body. Blood rushed to her head making her feel drunk and dizzy. She trembled and shook. She sobbed and moaned.

  Dan gave a final deep thrust and his cock began to twitch inside her. He lay over her back, grunting and panting.

  Jo was tingling all over. Her nipples pulsed with fire. Her breasts were squashed beneath her and her body stuck to the granite.

  Dan relaxed and she felt his weight pressing her against the unit. He released her hands and pushed her damp hair off her face. He kissed her neck.

  ‘Well, now . . . that was definitely worth waiting for.’

  ‘Why don’t you come into the bedroom? I’ve got something for you.’ As Jo straightened up she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was tangled and messy and her cheeks were flushed. She took Dan’s hand and led him into the bedroom. They sat down on the bed and she took a long narrow leather box out of the bedroom drawer. She pushed it across the bed to him.

  Dan smiled. He opened the box. Nestling in a depression in the purple velvet lining was a thick silver necklace. At the front was a heart-shaped padlock. Lying inside the oval of the necklace were two tiny silver keys.

  ‘It’s a collar . . .’ He smiled. ‘Thank you.’ Dan picked it up.

  ‘You understand what it means?’

  He nodded. ‘I think so – because of Hellfire 2000 – it means I belong to you . . . that you’re my owner, or mistress, or whatever.’

  ‘That’s right. Look at the back of the padlock. I’ve had it engraved.’

  Dan turned it over. He read aloud. ‘It says, “This dog belongs to Jo Lennox.” That makes my cock feel all tingly . . . I don’t know why. Shall I put it on?’

  Jo took the collar from him and opened the padlock with one of the keys. She handed it back and he eagerly fitted it to his neck. ‘Obviously, I’ll keep the keys.’ She dropped them into her bedside drawer.

  They spent the day at the Cass Sculpture Foundation in Sussex. Seeing the pieces in their outdoor setting, nestling among the beauty of the park’s trees and flowers, seemed to imbue them with a sensuality and life that the sterile surroundings of a gallery would never have achieved.

  It was another beautiful day and they wandered around the park discovering the sculpture at random. The beautiful artworks and the heat of the day made them feel languid and sensual. After lunch Dan took her hand and led her to a secluded area of the park where he fucked her up against a tree. They were rearranging their clothes when a coach party of septuagenarian American tourists appeared from nowhere. They held hands and ran to the car, laughing.

  Thirteen

  When they got back to the school Jo led him to the gymnasium and told him to undress then left him alone and went back up to the flat to change.

  She could just imagine the look of surprise and excitement o
n Dan’s face when he saw what she’d chosen to wear. There was a tight black corset with scooped semi-circular cut-outs beneath each breast leaving them bare. The supple flared leather skirt reached almost to her ankles and the shiny spike-heeled ankle boots laced up the front. Already her nipples had begun to harden and she could feel a pulse beat throbbing behind her temples.

  She sat on the bed to put on a pair of sheer black self-supporting stockings. She eased the stocking up her leg, smoothing out the wrinkles at the ankle and making sure that the seam was straight.

  She laced up the boots and put on the skirt. She hooked up the corset and its tight elastic embrace gripped her waist. She felt her breathing restricted as she fastened it over her ribs. Her crotch was tingling and tight. Her nipples sang with heat.

  At the dressing table, she put on a fresh coat of scarlet lipstick then twisted her hair up into a French pleat and fastened it in place with a tortoiseshell comb. Her naked breasts rose and fell visibly as she breathed. She opened a drawer and took out an old-fashioned school cane with a bent handle like a bishop’s crook.

  Jo picked up her bag of equipment and let herself out of the flat. Her sharp heels echoed against the bare floor and her steps seemed to fall into rhythm with her heartbeat. She felt like an Amazon, strong and powerful, marching into battle. She leaned on the door of the gym and it slowly opened with a long loud creak.

  Dan was standing naked in the centre of the room. His cock was already half hard. When he caught sight of her in her outfit his mouth fell open and she heard him gasp.

  Jo strode over to him, the sound of her boot-heels resounding around the high-ceilinged room. She stopped in front of him and dropped the bag onto the floor. She held the cane between her two hands and slowly flexed it into an arc. ‘I’m going to cane you.’ Jo extended her cane and ran the tip along the length of his cock. Dan’s body juddered and he moaned.

  Blood pounded in her ears. Between her legs she felt liquid and hot. ‘I’m punishing you because you belong to me and I can, but also because I want to leave marks on your body. There will be bruises . . . it might even break the skin. It’s definitely going to be painful. But you’ll enjoy that, and the bruises will remind you that you’re my property. Do you think you can take it?’ She flipped up his cock with the tip of her cane and watched it wobble. Dan clenched and unclenched his fists.