Secrets of Redemption

by LK Shaw

  Once he’d admitted his need to submit, I picked up the bag that housed all my toys, including the bundles of rope I loved so much. Rope was made from a wide selection of materials, and I’d experimented with almost all of them. There were lovely ones, including hemp, which was a little more “starchy” than I preferred, but it left beautiful marks along the skin. For Shibari, I adored my jute. One of my all-time favorites was made of bamboo silk. I really only used it for “bedroom” bondage, mostly because of the soft, butter-like texture. The feel of it running through my fingers brought chills to my spine. I couldn’t wait to see it lining Miles’ body.

  The last two times we’d walked down the hallway, I’d held his hand as though leading a child. Tonight, he needed to be with me of his own accord, so after I got my bag, I turned my back and walked away, leaving him to come with me or not. The choice had to be his and his alone. No longer could I use my seductive wiles to persuade him to see things my way. Both of us needed to be clear-headed.

  My heart skipped a beat when I heard Miles get to his feet and begin trailing behind me. I refused to turn my head and acknowledge him though. When I approached Damian, his eyes scanning the area behind me, he spoke low.

  “Room 8 is available for your pleasure, Mistress.”

  I nodded my thanks and headed straight to the last room that Miles and I had shared. The night I exposed my identity to him. This was the room where everything truly began between us. I wanted to expunge the previous bad memories, including the argument that ensued, and replace it with lush, pleasurable memories. I needed to remember to take things slow. Acquaint Miles with my specific tastes and expectations of a sub. I swore this time there would be full disclosure and communication. It was vital for our relationship to thrive.

  The snick of the door closing behind me had me exhaling a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. My entire posture relaxed, and my heart rate accelerated with wonder at what the rest of the night would entail. Without turning around, I spoke.

  “Please remove the rest of your clothing and place it neatly on the chair. You will then present yourself as you did out there, only your hands will be clasped together at the small of your back. You will not speak unless I tell you to speak. You will keep your head bowed until I give you permission to raise it. You will not touch me unless I allow it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Your safe word remains red. You may also use yellow if you need things to slow down. Understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  I continued fiddling with my bag of tricks even though it was strictly to buy myself some time while I calmed down and gathered my control. I was the teacher now. My mind raced through all the things I needed to do to help Miles. This was going to be the biggest step of my life, and I couldn’t screw it up. Both of us were depending on me.

  Once I found my center, I slowly turned around, several items in my hand, and spotted perfection. Posed exactly the way I’d instructed sat Miles. The muscles of his arms and shoulders rippled, and a dull throb began deep inside my core. A throb that would continue to grow until it burst out of me as the night progressed. My eyes scanned his naked body with focus, landing on his gorgeous, erect cock. It curved slightly upward as though standing and begging for attention. Excitement that soon Miles would, finally, after all these years, be inside me had me giddy, but I tempered it.

  I circled around his knelt frame, admiring his nude state. The planes and angles of his body were nothing short of a work of art. My fingers itched to touch him. Refusing to wait any longer, I quickly set my items on the bedside table and came to stand by him. I lightly trailed them across his back and shoulders, absorbing the heat from his body through my fingertips.

  “You please me, Miles.”

  He sat up a little taller, prouder, although he didn’t move in any other way. It was time to test him. I moved around to stand in front of him.

  “Please remove my shoes.”

  With slow, sensual movements, Miles reached out and gently lifted my foot off the ground. I steadied myself using his broad shoulders. He removed first one shoe then the other and set them off to the side. He returned to his former position with head bent. Now that my shoes were removed, I turned slightly to the side and lifted my foot onto the nearby ottoman. I unclipped my thigh highs from my garter and inch by excruciating inch I peeled them down. Next, came my boy shorts and corset. At no time did Miles’ eyes move from the floor during my strip tease. And there was no doubt it had been a tease. Pride rushed through me.

  “Do you trust me, Miles?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good, please lay on your back on the bed and close your eyes.”

  He rose to his feet and padded softly over to the bed. He laid on his back, arms bent and hands clasped at his waist, eyes closed, and waited. For the longest time, I stood there staring at him. Even though he was my submissive tonight and followed my commands without hesitation, he did so with an innate strength and confidence. It was the biggest turn on. Shaking myself from my musings, I strode to the bed and reached out for one of the items I’d set aside.

  Once I climbed up onto the bed, I positioned myself so I straddled Miles’ pelvis, close enough that his hands just grazed my core, and if I moved just the slightest bit backward, I could guide his length into my pussy. He flinched as my wet heat settled over him; still, he remained silent, although his jaw clenched, and I could see he was fighting back the words.

  Taking the satin fabric, I leaned slightly forward and placed it over his eyes before tying the blindfold behind his head. His hands moved as though to reach up and remove it. A sharp slap had them returning to the place on his stomach. His breathing quickened as his other senses fought for control. He was still only partially at my mercy.

  “Now begins the true test. Are you ready, Miles?”

  He settled down and slowed his breathing, taking deep breaths in and slowly letting them out.

  “I’m ready.”

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  Miles

  Was I ready? At this point, it was almost too late to turn back. Not that I necessarily wanted to, but already I was feeling vulnerable, and the night had only begun. Something about losing my sense of sight had me floundering. I was now forced to rely on my other senses to stay grounded. I tried to listen closely for any sounds that might prepare me for what was going to happen next, but there was nothing I could pinpoint. The only smell that surrounded me was Josie’s musky scent mixed with the citrus that was all her.

  When she’d settled on top of me I had to bite my tongue to stop the groan from escaping. I wanted to do everything I could to please her. I needed this. To give up all control and just feel. No thoughts of anything but pleasing my mistress.

  “Give me your hands.”

  At the sudden intrusion into my thoughts, I jumped slightly. I raised my hands, and she began wrapping my wrists together. As she wrapped, she began speaking.

  “You need to tell me if you feel any numbness or extreme amount of pain at any time. You should expect a slight amount of pain as the bonds are tightened, but nothing out of the ordinary. If you have any pinching or tingling in your arms or fingers you will tell me right away. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my understanding.

  “I need you to speak to me, Miles.”

  “Yes, Mistress. I’ll be sure to tell you if I have any tingling, numbness, or significant pain.”

  “Good boy.”

  Josie fell silent then as she continued. She then tugged slightly on the rope as she pulled my arms up above my head and lashed the rope to either the headboard or a fixture on the wall. I gave a small pull, but there wasn’t any give. I was fully bound and at her mercy until she decided it was time to untie me. A moment of panic ensued at the thought of being stuck here, and I struggled slightly. A feather-light touch ghosted across my cheek.

  “What color, sub?”

  Josie’s voice settled into my subcons
cious, and I reined in my fear. I breathed in and out, trying to slow down my now racing heartbeat.

  “I think I was yellow, but I’m green now, ma’am. I’m okay. If it pleases you, you may continue.”

  She paused as though gauging my truthfulness. When I made no further moves of agitation, she moved lower down the bed without another word. My senses were attuned to my surroundings as the bed shifted at my feet. A rope was wrapped around one of my ankles and then it was fastened somewhere. The second leg swiftly followed until I was bound with my legs spread apart and my hands over my head. I was thoroughly immobile and at Josie’s mercy. This time, another emotion unfurled inside me. It was one I hadn’t experienced in more years than I could remember. If ever. It was peace. I embraced the heady feeling.

  “Color?”

  “Green.”

  Immediately, a soft touch of leather began creeping up my leg. The material brushed across my skin, sending goosebumps down my spine. The sensation was one that was meant to tease and titillate. My cock ached, and just when I thought she’d touch me where I most wanted, she moved away.

  “This is a flogger, Miles. These are its tails.” Josie twirled the tails, and a swooshing sound filled the room. The tails danced across my skin. Suddenly, a slight sting spread across my chest as she struck me with the flogger. My skin heated where it had been hit. The sensation spread, and it was a curious feeling. It hadn’t hurt per se, but it wasn’t something I’d experienced before.

  “Are we still good, sub?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  This time, the flogger hit slightly harder and lower. And then it struck again and again, moving to a different spot each time and each strike becoming progressively harder. The hits stopped, and the tails brushed across the length of my cock, sending a spasm through me. All I could do was concentrate on the tingling sensation. My entire body was taut as a tight wire. It was only a matter of time before it snapped.

  It was then that I realized that Josie had stopped teasing me. I froze as my ears struggled to pick up any sound. Only my breathing sounded. I forced myself not to freak out. Josie wouldn’t break my trust in any way. I just had to patiently wait for what came next. It’s said that good things come to those who wait, because just when I didn’t think I could wait any longer, her hot and humid mouth encased my engorged cock. She licked a path from my balls to my slit, lapping up the pre-come that leaked out.

  She enclosed me in her mouth again, humming a little to send vibrations through me, causing my whole body to shudder. If not for my restraints, I would have come off the bed when she sucked my sac deep inside her mouth before giving the other one the same treatment. My body was on fire and ready to burst. Again, her talented mouth engulfed me, and she began to suck the life from me. My ball sacs tightened, and just when I was about to come, she removed her mouth and squeezed my cock. Hard. I threw my head back in agony as my climax receded.

  “You will not come yet. Is that clear, Miles?”

  I groaned out a distraught, “God, you’re killing me.”

  My cock stung as Josie slapped it. “You will show me the proper respect, Miles. Don’t forget who you’re speaking to.”

  “My apologies, Mistress.”

  She then gently stroked my cock as though attempting to ease the stinging pain. My hips involuntarily pushed upward at the touch. Every inch of me was inflamed, and I was desperate to come.

  “Seeing you bound like this has me so hot and wet, Miles. I’m dripping just waiting until I finally get this gorgeous cock inside me. Do you want that? Do you want to come deep inside this pussy?”

  “God, yes, Mistress, please.”

  My nose twitched at an all too familiar smell. One of feminine arousal. It grew closer until a petal soft touch brushed my lips. My mouth automatically opened, and the tips of Josie’s fingers entered. Not too deep, but enough that I tasted her juice on my tongue. I sucked them in my mouth, gathering up all the flavor. She pushed two fingers in farther as I nipped, sucked, and wetted the full length of them. With a pop, she pulled them out of my mouth.

  “Don’t move or you will be punished. Don’t think either. Just feel, Miles. Give over your feelings and feel.” Her words had me frozen. What did she intend to do next?

  Before I could draw my next breath, her fingers were teasing a place that had never been touched by another living soul. I tried pulling away, but my bonds held me tight. Josie gently rubbed circles around my asshole, not quite entering, but circling and teasing.

  My breaths grew shallow and gasping. “Yellow.”

  The circling stopped immediately, but Josie’s fingers remained where they were.

  “What’s going on in your mind right now, sub?”

  “I don’t think I like that.”

  “You don’t like it, or you’re not sure if you should like it?”

  I concentrated on the feel of her fingers. They weren’t intruding, and I was tingling in a way I didn’t think I should be. But, I couldn’t say for a fact that I didn’t like it. I guess she was right in that I didn’t think I should like it.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with receiving pleasure Miles, no matter where that pleasure comes from. There is no right or wrong way to receive it either. If this is something you absolutely don’t want, I’ll stop. But I think you should give a long thought to everything I’m offering you.” Her fingers began their light tracing again; this time one dipped slightly inside. Not enough to hurt, but I was definitely aware it was there. Nerve endings I never knew existed fired, and a shiver of ecstasy skated across my skin. She took my silence as acquiescence because her finger suddenly went deeper. To add to the sensation, her hot breath blew across my cock as I sucked in a breath.

  “Relax. Just let things happen. Stop overthinking everything and feel. Exhale.”

  Automatically, I followed her instructions, and then there was a slight burning as my hole was stretched when she added another finger. When I didn’t think I could take anymore, my cock was in her mouth again as she sucked me. Up and down her mouth went in time with the thrusts of her fingers in my ass. It was exquisite agony reconciling the thought that I was enjoying what she was doing and the fact that it was wicked and dirty. I loved it even as I fought hard not to.

  I inhaled on a sharp intake when she hit a spot deep inside me. Immediately, my balls drew up, and I was ready to explode. Once more she stroked it, and when I thought I was about to come, she withdrew her fingers and cold air hit my cock as she removed her mouth as well. My ass clenched on emptiness.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Miles.” Before Josie even completed the sentence, she’d moved like lightning and sank down until she reached the hilt of my cock. Every inch of it was inside her juicy cunt. Then, she started moving. I tried to meet her downward thrusts with my own upward ones, but I couldn’t move much due to my restraints. Her nails scored my chest as her thrusts quickened, causing me to flinch.

  “I said not to move.” I forced myself to stay still, not wanting the delicious feeling to end. With each upward motion, her cunt clenched down, trying to keep me inside of her.

  Josie inhaled my next moan when her mouth devoured mine. I was overwhelmed with the feeling. Everything was happening so fast I didn’t have time to think. The only thing I could do was feel. The tight fit of her pussy, the stinging of the scratches on my chest, the taste of her lips, and the bonds of my surrender. The musky aroma of our arousal flooded my nose, and the slapping sound of two bodies colliding with each other echoed in my ears. I was engulfed in nothing but sensation, and I could only let go.

  As if Josie knew I was at my limit, she stopped sliding up and down on my cock and ground her hips into mine as though trying to force more of my length inside her. One of her hands left my chest, and before I could guess its destination, it entered my hole again. The sudden intrusion, mixed with Josie’s juices dripping between us, had my balls tightening and come exploding from me, bathing her insides. Her cries o
f release rang in my ear. She continued to milk me for everything I had until I was wrung dry.

  Josie’s exhausted body collapsed against mine, both of us bathed in sweat. Our heartbeats settled into a matching rhythm, and I basked in the peace that filled me. The fabric over my eyes moved as Josie removed my blindfold. I blinked at the sudden intrusion of light. Once I could focus, my eyes immediately found her. The smile on her face could light up a thousand suns— as if she glowed from the inside. She shifted off me, and my cock begged for her return. I watched as she reached out to the bedside table for a pair of safety scissors and began cutting away my bonds.

  My whole body was relaxed in a way it had never been before. My mind was clearer than it had been since Malcolm’s death. Once Josie made the final snip and I was free, I couldn’t resist pulling her to me and breathing in her scent. A sense of calm came over me, and I never wanted it to end.

  “Permission to speak, Mistress.”

  “Of course.”

  “Thank you. For everything. I had no idea I needed this. To be bound with no control over what was happening. It was freeing in a way I never would have guessed. So, thank you.”

  “Oh, Miles, you humble me with your submission. I want nothing more than to lead you on this journey. To help you discover things about yourself. Things buried so deep you wouldn’t have even thought to look for them. It’s my duty as your Domme to help you explore this life. To help you find your strength in submission.”

  There was nothing more to say. Only to embrace this new side of me. I pulled Josie a little closer, and she snuggled into my side. This right here was where I was meant to be. All those years wasted. My eyes closed, and a peace settled deep inside my heart.

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