A Talent for Surrender

by Madeline Bastinado

  ‘Yes, miss. I can take it. I want you to punish me.’

  Jo smiled. ‘Come over here and straddle this bench.’ She walked over to the side of the gym where there was a series of long low exercise benches. She watched as he lifted one leg over the nearest bench and lay flat along its length. She saw him flinch as his body made contact with the cold polished wood. With one knee on the floor on either side of the bench his buttocks were stretched apart and his arsehole was exposed.

  Jo tickled the puckered hole with the tip of her cane and Dan’s body jolted forwards. ‘I’m going to give you twenty strokes.’ She ran the end of the cane along his arse crack. ‘I want you to count the strokes out loud and, if you lose count, we’ll begin at one again. Do you understand?’

  ‘Yes, miss.’ Dan’s voice was thick with arousal.

  Jo raised her arm high into the air. There was a light fluttery sensation under her ribs. Her nipples tingled.

  Dan’s arse was round and smooth. She could see his balls dangling beneath him and the underside of his rigid cock. She brought the cane down hard across both his cheeks. It gave off a loud satisfying thwack as it made contact. Dan’s body jerked forwards and he grunted.

  ‘One . . .’

  She could hear the pain and satisfaction in his voice. Already there was a thin angry stripe visible, cutting across both of his normally pale buttocks. Jo’s crotch was tight and aching. She hit him again and the cane landed with a loud crack.

  ‘Two . . .’

  Jo delivered the strokes one after another. Dan’s body jolted forwards on every crack. His arse was darkened by thin red stripes, and already bruises were beginning to form. His hands were clenched into fists. He was clearly in pain yet his cock was purple and erect and, when he called out the number of the stroke, his voice was heavy with arousal and pleasure.

  Jo’s arm ached. She delivered another stinging slap and the bench creaked as Dan was thrust forwards and almost lost his balance.

  ‘Twelve . . .’ He raised himself onto his elbows and his rear end was thrust obscenely upwards. Jo knew he was only repositioning himself so that the force of the blows wouldn’t make him lose his balance but she could almost believe that he was deliberately lifting up his arse in his eagerness for punishment.

  Jo’s nipples burned. She brought the cane down across his buttocks three times in quick succession. The force of it made her breasts wobble and the front of her hair fall in her face.

  Jo was sweaty and slippery under her corset. She brought the cane down, putting all her strength behind it. It landed with a crack, low down across both buttocks. Dan let out a deep guttural grunt and she saw his fists clench and unclench.

  ‘Sixteen . . .’ His voice was practically a whisper.

  Jo struck him again, across the outside of his right cheek. She could see dark livid patches standing out against his pale skin.

  ‘Seventeen . . .’ Dan was trembling all over.

  She slashed his other buttock and he moaned. Jo was conscious of the moisture between her legs. She was tingling all over.

  ‘Eighteen . . .’ Dan’s head was hanging down, his forehead practically on the bench. She brought the cane down noisily across both his cheeks.

  ‘Nineteen . . .’ Dan’s voice was barely audible.

  Jo delivered the final stroke, bringing the cane down in exactly the same spot. She could see his erection jiggling beneath him from the impact of the blow.

  ‘Twenty . . .’ He sounded exhausted, in pain and utterly sated. ‘Thank you, miss.’

  ‘Now I want you to turn over onto your back.’ Jo’s voice sounded breathless and deep.

  Dan used his hands to heave himself up then he sat down, straddling the bench. He lay back along the wooden surface. He gazed up at Jo. Behind his glasses, his eyes shone. His erection stood up, its tip purple and swollen.

  ‘Put your feet on the bench and open your legs.’

  Dan put his feet up and let his legs fall open like the pages of a book. His hands gripped the edges of the bench. His gaze never wavered.

  Jo brought the cane down. It swished through the air and thwacked down onto his inner thigh. Dan grunted and bit his lip. His knees came up in reflex for a second then his legs opened again.

  She raised the cane and brought it down across his other thigh. Dan’s body shook. Jo could see livid red slashes across the inside of each of his thighs. Her nipples were erect and tingling. Her crotch was liquid and tight.

  She whipped him again, two stinging noisy slashes across each inner thigh, and through it all his cock remained rock-hard, its tip glistening and purple.

  A strand of Jo’s hair had come loose and fell over her forehead. Heat pumped round her body. She slashed him again and again, overlapping the strokes so that his pale skin became patterned by red stripes.

  Jo was breathless and hot. Her crotch ached. She dropped the cane. She sat on the end of the bench and ran her hands over his stripes. She could feel the raised bumps under her fingertips.

  She leaned forwards and rubbed her cheek against his swollen reddened skin. She kissed the scarlet weals.

  Dan reached down and stroked her face with his trembling fingers, leaving a trail of blazing heat on her skin. She caught his wrist and turned her head to kiss his palm.

  Jo shuffled forwards and gripped his cock. Dan sighed. She stroked it up and down in a single practised movement sliding across the glistening sticky head.

  She watched Dan’s flat belly rise and fall as she handled his cock. She pulled his foreskin down hard. She could see it pulling on the tiny strip of skin that joined it to his glans and Dan’s body shifted and he moaned softly.

  Without hair, his crotch looked somehow more impressive. His cock seemed huge and thick, displayed in all its purple glory. ‘I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve just got to suck it.’

  ‘You can do whatever you want. It’s yours.’

  She bent her head and took it into her mouth. Jo could feel the blood and heat pumping under the skin. She loved the way it strained her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth wide. It felt iron-hard yet impossibly silky and smooth. She dabbled her tongue in the eye, then ran it under the ridged helmet.

  She felt juicy and hot and – as she sucked him – suddenly empty. Her nipples were hard and swollen and a Niagara of tingles was tumbling down her spine. She sat up.

  ‘I’m going to fuck you now.’ She massaged his cock. ‘Is that OK?’

  ‘Yes . . . fuck me. I want it.’ Dan’s voice was hoarse and full of urgency.

  She buckled herself into her harness, sliding the inner dildo inside her and fitting a medium-sized purple dildo to the front. She picked up a bottle of lube and walked over to Dan.

  ‘Spread your legs a bit more . . . that’s right.’ Jo knelt down behind him. Her legs fitted inside the bent V of his. She could feel his body heat. She dropped the lube on the floor and ran her hands over his thighs and buttocks. Dan moaned.

  She bent her head and began to kiss him. She trailed her mouth over his arse, kissing the marks of her cane. His body trembled. Jo slid her wet tongue down along the crack of his arse. Dan gasped.

  Already, her heart had quickened and her nipples tingled. She laid a hand on each of his hips and began to lick the puckered bud of his arsehole. She lavished it with her tongue, running it around the edge then pushing the tip against his entrance and teasing his hole. Tension throbbed at the base of her belly.

  Dan moaned and shook. She rimmed him, loving the sensation of his dark secret opening against her face. She poked her rigid tongue inside him. Her pussy prickled with excitement and heat.

  Jo felt his muscles relaxing and softening as she licked. She pressed her face to his crack and tongued his hole. Her crotch ached.

  Excitement slid down her spine. She pushed the pointed tip of her tongue against his hole and inched it inside. Dan had begun to rock his hips. Though she couldn’t see it, Jo knew he was rubbing his erection against the edge of the bench.

  Still
licking him, she fumbled for the bottle of lube, and squirted a blob into her hand. She gave his arse a final kiss and sat up. Dan gasped in disappointment but she immediately brought up her lubed fingers and began to work it into his hole.

  Excitement pumped around her bloodstream. She fingered him, spreading the gel and sliding the tip of her finger inside him. The lube squelched as she worked and Dan’s hips rocked rhythmically.

  Dan was gasping and moaning. She could see that his fists were clenched and his face, turned to one side with his cheek against the bench, was damp with sweat. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was formed into an obscene O.

  Jo slid a lubed finger slowly inside him. She slid it past his sphincter and felt the heat of him and his muscles contract as she entered him.

  She slid her finger in and out, fucking him. Dan moaned. She added a second finger and he roared. Jo reached between his legs and stroked his cock. He was hard, full of heat and blood. She ran her fingers over the wet tip and his body shuddered.

  Heat blazed between her legs. She felt her muscles contract around the dildo inside her harness. She squirted a blob of lube into her hand and smeared it over her purple silicone cock. She rested one hand on the edge of the bench and leaned forwards.

  Dan’s body was taut with expectation. He was looking over his shoulder at Jo, his face flushed. She pushed the tip of the dildo against his hole then used her body weight to slide into him.

  She watched Dan’s pupils dilate. He sighed as the dildo slipped inside him. She pressed her hips slowly forwards until the front of her harness was flat against his body. The pressure pushed her own dildo deeper and she moaned.

  The leather harness creaked as Jo circled her hips, rotating her cock inside him and the dildo inside her. Her crotch burned as her nerve endings responded. Dan moaned and arched his back.

  Jo pulled back, sliding out of him. She looked between their bodies to where her silicone dick glistened, its tip poised at his stretched hole. She pressed her hips forwards and plunged back into him. There was a soft thump as her harness slapped against his body and Jo felt her own dildo pressing against her G-spot.

  Jo began to fuck him, slowly at first. She watched the dildo slide inside his stretched hole then disappear out of sight as she hit bottom only to reappear, glittering and slippery, a moment later.

  Icy tingles slid up her spine and over her scalp. Her crotch was alive. She held onto Dan’s hips. She picked up speed, establishing a rhythm.

  She’d begun to moan. Dan was gasping and panting. The harness slapped rhythmically against his body.

  Coils of heat throbbed in her belly. She could feel her stretched muscles gripping the dildo inside her. On every in-thrust, its curved tip pressed against her G-spot, eliciting a flood of tingling excitement.

  Dan had begun to pump his own hips, pushing his arse back onto her cock. She saw him slip a hand down to his crotch and he gasped in relief as he took his cock in his fist.

  Jo picked up speed. She could feel her orgasm building. Her breasts jiggled as she fucked him. Her cunt gripped the dildo.

  Sweat trickled into her eyes. Her hands on Dan’s hips were wet and slippery. She wiped them dry on her skirt and repositioned them.

  Jo pounded him, rhythmically pulling on his hips as her own jabbed forwards. She imagined the slippery fat dildo sliding in and out of his arse, stretching and opening him. She could see him working his cock, one arm hidden underneath his body and the other bent at the elbow and braced against the bench as he met her thrusts.

  Jo jabbed her hips. She felt brutal, powerful, alive. She was nearly there. Her crotch tingled and throbbed, her cunt gripped the dildo.

  Her strokes grew short and staccato. She pounded him. The bench creaked and shook. Dan’s body was rigid and trembling. He turned to look at her over his shoulder and Jo saw that his face was streaked with sweat and his eyes were shining.

  She stabbed her hips and her orgasm exploded. Her body shuddered. Pleasure flooded over her. Her muscles contracted around the dildo.

  Dan watched her come. His mouth was open and his eyes blazed. He groaned and began to shake. His eyes closed and he hung his head.

  Jo kept on coming, wave after wave. She was tingling and alive. Her toes curled, her back arched in pleasure. She was inside him and she was coming and he loved it. She collapsed over his back.

  They stayed like that for ages. She slid her hand along the bench and laid it over Dan’s and he held it, curling his fingers around her. She brushed his hair off his face. Slowly her breathing returned to normal.

  ‘You’re still inside me . . . it’s wonderful.’ Dan’s voice was a breathless whisper.

  She kissed his shoulder. ‘I don’t need to ask you if you liked it, then.’

  ‘I loved it. Ever since I saw you fuck Costas I’ve wanted you to do it to me. It was incredible. I felt utterly different. Passive and vulnerable and . . . I don’t quite know how to say it . . . like I was yours. I’d given myself to you totally. Do you understand?’

  She kissed him again. ‘Of course I do. It’s about power exchange . . .’ She slid out her cock and Dan gasped in disappointment. She stood up and began to unbuckle the harness. ‘When you fuck a man he becomes the submissive partner and the woman becomes the aggressor. It’s very powerful.’ She stepped out of the harness and sat down on the bench beside him. ‘Was that your first time?’

  He turned onto his side and looked up at her. He nodded. ‘Sadie fucked me with a dildo, but it was nothing like that.’

  Jo stroked his soft cock. ‘I’m glad you liked it but, intense or not, I don’t recall giving you permission to come.’ She pointed at the bench. ‘I think you’d better lick up all your mess.’

  Dan sat up. ‘I’m sorry . . . I didn’t realise I needed permission.’ He slid onto the floor.

  ‘Well, now you do. And you’ll be punished later for your lapse.’

  ‘Yes, miss.’ Dan bent over and Jo watched as he licked up his own sperm.

  On their last morning together they ate breakfast on the balcony overlooking the lake. It was already a blisteringly hot day. Sunlight glinted on the green surface of the lake. Jo felt languid and relaxed. She smeared butter on a slice of toast.

  ‘I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself these past few days.’ She reached for the marmalade.

  Dan laughed. ‘That’s an understatement. I’m not usually lost for words but I couldn’t begin to describe how I’ve felt. It’s been absolutely mind-blowing. I’m a changed man.’

  Jo smiled. ‘So you’d like us to take it further?’

  Dan opened his mouth to speak but Jo brought up her hand and covered his lips. He caught her wrist and turned his hands to kiss her palm. Jo’s scalp tingled.

  ‘Don’t answer yet. A lot’s happened . . . you need time to think about it. I don’t want you to contact me for a week. If you decide it’s what you really want then I’d like you to come over on Friday evening with a weekend bag. And if it’s not for you then . . .’ She shrugged.

  Dan’s cup was halfway to his mouth. He put it down. Jo could see dark beard stubble on his jawline. The sun was glinting off his glasses and Jo couldn’t see his eyes but she knew he was looking at her. ‘You sound as though you don’t want me to come back . . .’ His voice sounded flat and hesitant.

  ‘No, not at all. Please don’t think that. It’s just . . . you’ve got to remember I’ve done this before. I know it’s what I want. I know you’re what I want. But it’s all new to you. It’s overwhelming. It can completely knock you off your feet and you end up questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself.’ She laid her hand over his.

  ‘You can say that again.’

  ‘So you need to be sure if it’s what you really want . . . that I’m what you really want. You need to take some time to think about all this on your own when the excitement and the novelty of it all isn’t influencing your judgement. Doesn’t that makes sense?’

  Dan nodded. ‘Yes, of course it does. You’r
e right I’ve got so much stuff running through my head at the moment . . . I don’t know how to even begin to make sense of it.’

  ‘Then some time to think will do you good.’ Jo pushed her plate aside and leaned across the table. ‘But I don’t want you to be in any doubt. I have no reservations about it . . . or you.’

  ‘Thanks. That helps.’ He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

  ‘And – don’t forget – this is only the beginning.’

  Dan pulled a mock-terrified face. ‘You’re scaring me now.’

  Over the next few days, Jo could barely concentrate. She knew she’d made the right decision in giving Dan time to think. She’d invested far too much to risk losing it if he decided it wasn’t for him a few weeks down the line. It was all perfectly logical, but somehow her libido didn’t seem to agree.

  She’d sit at her desk trying to concentrate on timetables and budgets but her mind kept returning to Dan. She was surprised and delighted by how eagerly and completely he had surrendered to her. He was a complete natural. His sessions with Sadie had obviously unlocked his inner submissive. She made a mental note to thank Sadie for doing the groundwork for her.

  Several times she’d been tempted to pick up the phone and call him, but she had to be strong. She couldn’t expect him to refrain from contact for a week if she couldn’t even manage it herself. If only she wasn’t so damned horny.

  Though it wasn’t normally in her nature to ration her sensual pleasures she had intended to wait until she saw Dan at the weekend so that both of them would be equally horny and eager for release. But she hadn’t even managed to last out the day.

  Costas had spent hours on his knees bringing her to one orgasm after another with his talented mouth, but it never seemed quite enough. She whipped and rogered him until he was sore and she was exhausted but still she wasn’t satisfied.