"Anything you wish Master James.” Lisa answered meekly, her breathing ragged as he massaged her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, gently increasing the degree of pain as he squeezed, twisted and pulled on them. Lisa surmised that he was preparing them for nipple clamps. She was finding it progressively more difficult to hold herself back, as she felt the moistness between her legs and the increasing pressure in her privy parts.
"Perfect answer, but aren't you worried that you might regret those words later?” He asked, his tone of voice now velvety soft.
"When I took the rose earlier at the restaurant, I gave my consent to have you do as you wish with me for the night.” She replied, knowing anything could happen, and somehow while there were things she had never cared to try with her past Dom, she knew she would be willing to give herself a chance with James. There was a far greater attraction here, a greater sense of adventure, where Paul had been too much of a gentleman at times. He had lacked the dangerous edge that James possessed; that dangerous edge that had drawn her like a moth to a flame into the maw of James’ will, whatever it may be. Now Lisa had to admit to herself that she had been thoroughly relieved when Paul had provided the way out of their relationship and she hadn't hesitated. She sincerely liked Paul and wished him well with his new 24/7 live-in love slave.
"Yes, you did my sweet. And by the way, your safe word for tonight will be ‘dessert’ for an absolute stop to the activity we're engaged in at the time. ‘Chocolate’ will be for easing up and ‘ice cream’ if you want me to increase the intensity. The usual traffic light colours utilized by most everyone else during play, just feels a little too trite. And being a woman, you should be able to remember those safe words very easily, I dare say.” He smiled. “And if I should gag you at any point then you'll simply nod three times if you are in extreme discomfort, twice to ease up and once to go full throttle."
James stopped massaging her nipples and moved away from her. “Stay right where you are,” he commanded her as he stepped over the wall and took off one of the spreader bars and few lengths of rope. He then proceeded to bind her upper arms drawing them inward as far as he felt she was able to stand, causing her breasts to protrude even more out of the half cups of her corset. He bound her wrists with another length of rope then wound the end of it through on of the iron rings suspended from the ceiling, pulling it through and drawing her arms up as far up in a strappado position as he thought she could bear. Lisa groaned at the initial discomfort and pain of the position, but didn't use the safe word, as she didn't want to appear a wuss. She had never been in strappado before, so this was new to her.
"I do believe I'll gag you after all my sweet slave Callisto ... It's best, don't you think?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?” His voice sounded like a whiplash while his eyes glittered like deep blue jewels catching pinpoints of light.
"Yes Master James."
"That's better. You do know that your forgetting to address me properly has just earned you a serious flogging with the cane?"
"Yes Master and I really didn't mean to..."
"I know you didn't, but I am a very strict master as you'll learn, and I'm obliged to lay down the ground rules from the very beginning."
Lisa didn't doubt that, as he placed the gag harness that did double duty of gagging and collaring her, over her head and buckled it securely behind her neck over her hair.
"Now spread,” James ordered her after securing the gag.
Lisa obeyed, spreading her legs each of which he lashed into the studded black leather cuffs on the spreader bar, which he further secured by tying the ends to the iron rings in the floor. James then stuck two fingers into her wet opening feeling around inside her and Lisa almost convulsed from the sensation. She shook her head once indicating to him to keep doing what he was doing, but he withdrew his fingers. “dobt stub, pwease.” She begged from behind the gag, which he interpreted to mean “don't stop,” please.
"Ahh, I see you like it and that pleases me so, but I've got something even better for you sweetheart.” He said with a rather nefarious smile. Stepping over to the end table where the candle stood, James opened the drawer and took out a very realistic looking penis vibrator. He also grabbed another length of rope off the wall. Coming back to her, he doubled the rope into two strands before encircling her waist and looping the loose ends through the bight at her belly creating a cinch as he wound them back around her. He repeated this two more times before stopping to turn on the vibrator and insert it into her wet opening, after which he ran the loose lengths of rope over crotch securing the vibrator in her, tightly tying them off at the back. Despite the coolness of the room her while body was coated in a film of sweat now. She was certainly venturing into new territory here and for a moment of dismay, she wondered if she had the stamina for it, but oddly enough through the pain shooting to her arms she experienced a not unaccustomed pleasure at her helpless bound state, while the vibrator continued to produce wickedly delicious sensations in her nether regions. Lisa writhed, breathing hard, making unintelligible grunting sounds and groans behind her gag as the vibrator stimulated her, while she tried to accustom herself to the highly uncomfortable position she was in.
"Beautiful, simply a beautiful sight to behold, you are.” James said softly now with a smile as he admired his handiwork. “This is how I love to see my slave. It just fills me with so much pleasure to see you so perfectly exposed for me to do whatever I desire...” then he suddenly stopped, looking rather perplexed as though he forgotten something.
Tentacles of fear clutched at Lisa as she realized just how helpless and in his power she was now, and she wondered for a timorous moment if she had allowed her desire to play with him to go too far.... and they had barely started! What more was he going to do with her? After all, she had given him permission to do whatever he pleased with her. The one thing she desperately prayed that he wouldn't do was blindfold her. At this point that would totally freak her out.
"Ahh, yes, I see what we're missing now.” James snapped his fingers acting like the absentminded professor who had finally figured out the answer to a perplexing question, and had Lisa not been gagged, she might have laughed at him even through her discomfort. She wondered if he was putting on a show to amuse her, and it totally fascinated her how he could go from downright intimidating to soft to comical to intimidating again at the drop of a hat.
His unpredictability excited her almost beyond all reason and heightened the eroticism of her experience now. James stepped over the night table again and took out a pair of nipple clamps and some weights that looked like little solid metal bells with hooks on both ends of them. “Perfect adornments for such perfect tits,” he breathed softly, gently massaging and teasing her nipples again and Lisa thought she was definitely going to come, but that pleasure was halted in its tracks as James put on the first clover nipple clamp and tightened it. Lisa groaned and made grunting noises behind her gag from the initial searing pain.
"Is that too much for you my sweet Callisto?” James asked, with a look of concern now. While he wanted to push her to her limits, he didn't want to scare her off either. Lisa wasn't about to give up so soon because of some pain in her tits..hell no! She had wanted to experience James as her master if only for one night, so she was going to see this through wherever it took her, because for some uncanny reason, she felt safer with him than she had ever felt with any Dom in the past, even Paul. Nodding the negative to James’ question, he smiled, pleased as he proceeded to attach the other clamp to her other nipple before adding the weights which made her feel like her nipples were being pulled right down to the floor. Her heavy breasts heaved as she breathed raggedly, continuing to try and accustom herself to the sensation.
"Ahhh, there we go. You're the complete package now for your master's pleasure.” James stood back admiring her, his dick was throbbing and ready, but he had perfected the art of self control. He wanted to give Lisa time to fully experience every nuance of se
nsation of the hard bondage she hadn't known before. The time spent gagged, clamped and tied up was very important: Time in which low levels of stimulation built up to a crescendo of ecstatic agony.
James lit the candle on the nightstand, then took out a stick of Cannabis scented incense and also lit it filling the room with its heady aroma. It was specially made incense which usually lasted up to an hour and was more potent than the regular sticks one would purchase at a variety or dollar store. “I'll now leave you for a while my sweet to contemplate your predicament.” He gently caressed her breasts and her bare butt for a few deliciously torturous seconds before switching off the light and leaving the room lit only by candlelight.
CHAPTER NINE
WHILE HIS MANNER GAVE nothing away to the effect, James had to leave the room if he wanted to last for a while without penetrating her as the need built up within him. No sub had affected him this way before and now he also was in new territory as he realized with definite certainty that he had to have her again after tonight. But then again since they started working together, she had been affecting him. He didn't think he was in love but he was definitely aware of a connection between them ... like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to be here, tied up and writhing in her bondage in his playroom. He made a beeline for the refrigerator and took out the bottle wine he had opened earlier and poured a glass.
LISA CONTINUED TO WRITHE and groan under ropes that bound her and the myriad of sensations that consumed her as pain met pleasure, agony met ecstasy, every atom, every cell, every nerve ending in her body came alive as they had never been, catapulting her into a head space such as she had never experienced before.... a space where she felt completely, utterly free! It hit her with shocking realization that James understood what she had needed and wanted even better than she did.
However, she wondered now just how long he was going to leave her tied up like this even though she knew that it was part of the game. Somehow she had half expected him to remain in the room watching her like a voyeur and reveling in her discomfort and humiliation as she struggled: For far as she knew, some Doms got off on that.
Ten interminable minutes must have elapsed before she heard him re-enter the room, and though she had been craving it ever since she first realized that she had wanted him, Lisa still felt shock followed by ecstatic agony as the first lash of the whip landed on her bare ass. He continued whipping her and alternately stopping to gently rub and caress her butt cheeks, then whipping her again. Lisa tried to hold back as long as she could before she climaxed in an explosion of sensation that would have rivaled an eruption on Mount St. Helen.
She'd had what she considered great lovers at the time in the past, but never had any experience equaled this. Twin streaks of tears poured down her cheeks and she made all kinds of groaning and grunting noises behind her gag. While logically Lisa didn't want to venture into that territory because she had viewed this night as a one time occurrence right from the beginning, she knew deep in her heart now that James had just irrevocably spoiled her for any other Dom.
MISTAKING HER TEARS for thinking he might have pushed her too far James became concerned. He removed the gag harness from her head.
"Oh my gawd, did I hurt you too severely?” He asked, gently massaging her reddened and welted butt cheeks.
"No. Please don't get this go to your gorgeous head McGuinn, but that's the best damned orgasm I've ever experienced in my life.” She grinned through her tears and ragged breathing, and he exhaled a sigh of relief and just burst out laughing right along with her.
"I'm afraid it already has,” he admitted immodestly, before turning serious again. “But you do realize my dear slave that you've just earned another lashing for neglecting to address me properly just now. But something tells me that it was deliberate on your part. Being whipped, I understand, is your favourite BDSM activity. Therefore, I'll deny you that and find another way to punish you...."
WHILE JAMES AND Lisa played their bondage games, over at the Sick Children's Hospital, little Shira Levenson succumbed to severe internal bleeding as a result of internal injuries sustained when the woman kicked her while she was held captive in the cold warehouse. Her mother sleeping sitting in the chair beside her bed, remained totally unaware that the child had passed away, until a couple nurses rushed into the room as the alarm on the EKG Machine sounded. Frantically they tried to revive her, while her mother now awakened by the commotion totally broke down and had to be taken out of the room by one of the nurses.
IT WAS PAST One a.m. as Lisa was in the throes of ultimate indescribable ecstasy as James rode her while he had her restrained with handcuffs and shackles, spread-eagled on his king-sized four poster bed upstairs in his candlelit and incense filled bedroom. As he rode her his hands continued to work their magic doing some unbearably delicious and wicked things to her breasts. He had also placed a collar on her when he lead her upstairs her arms and wrists still bound behind her earlier, after she consented to wear it; at the time still too languorously intoxicated by her earlier experience to think of the implications of that consent.
Outside the wall of glass the snow was coming down heavily now creating whiteout conditions. Inside, Lisa reveled in thrill of total surrender to James, enthralled by his skill as a lover and captivated by the sheer beauty of him in the shadows that the candlelight threw on his perfect body. No donut chomping cop here, she thought when she first beheld the nude male perfection of him. And his equipment is certainly a sight to behold. And dear lord, never a more perfect fit have I ever had with any lover.
James looked down at her lying restrained below him as though she was the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. Lisa also saw something in his eyes and felt a response from him that caused her to worry about the complications that could arise from their working together. However, she had promised him as well as herself that she would not think of work which was why she was totally dismayed when the flash happened and she felt her stomach plummet. A vision of bright white light flashed by her and she saw Shira walking into it: A vision not unlike the one she'd seen when her beloved grandmother passed away. Something was desperately wrong, she knew, but there wasn't much she could do right now, however, she couldn't help the automatic mental withdrawal from her lover/master now.
"Is something the matter?” A very perceptive James asked as he felt her sudden withdrawal.
"It's the child, Shira. Something is dreadfully wrong. We have to call the hospital...” Lisa whispered hoarsely with a sense of urgency.
"What a time for you to receive a flash like that.” James commented wryly, understandably deflated now, but respectful of her intuitive ability. It wasn't like he hadn't been warned. “How is a man supposed to make love to you woman? Please tell me that this isn't going to keep happening every time we get into this position...."
Lisa stared at him, stunned.
"What? Did you think that this was one time fling? Surely, you knew when I placed that collar around your neck tonight, what my intentions were. No sweetheart, I don't issue Velcro collars. I want you as my submissive for more than just tonight. For now let it be just a training collar which you will wear for a period of time as proper BDSM protocol demands, while we see how well we click. Now, you stay where you are, I'll make the call to the hospital.” He gave her a wry look as he reached over to the nightstand for the phone and dialed the number.
"Very funny, as if I can go somewhere.."
By the time he hung up the phone James’ face was ashen.... “Gawd, Lisa, I'm so sorry."
"Oh no!” She cried understanding fully what he couldn't utter. “When did it happen?"
"About fifteen minutes ago. She apparently sustained severe internal injuries from whatever abuse that psychotic bitch put her through, and she started hemorrhaging internally. I'm not going to rest till that fucking psycho bitch is caught and properly incarcerated.” He promised in a grim voice that matched the look on his face.
Detective Jame
s McGuinn had seen a lot of the atrocities that grown humans could perpetrate against one another, and had acquired a certain desensitization to it. However, when a child especially one as young as Shira was hurt or murdered, something in him just screamed from the from the very depths of his soul at the injustice of it all. It fuelled in him an intense desire to take out the perpetrator himself and to hell with the law. This was something else he sensed in Lisa which intensified the feeling of connection with her.
There was no way he could continue their games now ... at least not for the rest of the night. He sensed the same in Lisa as he released her from her restraints and she just crumbled against him and wept while he tenderly held her close.
AT ANOTHER HOSPITAL not too far away, a dark haired nurse, entered the patient Lenny Golding's room. She checked the other three patients in the room to ensure that they were sound asleep. Afterwards, she approached Golding's bed, carefully removed the pillow from under his head and used it to snuff out his life as he slept. What she didn't know was that one of the patients across the room had just woken up to make a washroom call, and saw what was happening and yelled for help. The nurse turned and shot at him hitting him on the leg as he tried to dodge the bullet, before darting out of the room, heading down the corridor the nearest exit.
CHAPTER TEN
IT WAS A STONY FACED, GRIM Detective James McGuinn who stalked into the station's interrogation room six hours later. He was followed by an equally bleak Detective Lisa Mayne; both determined to get answers about the case from Shane Dowd ready to utilize any means necessary to that end. It was propitious timing too as they had learned from Staff Superintendent Willard that Shane's lawyer had walked out on him and a new one hadn't come forward to represent him yet.
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