As he fought for control, Teacher moved out from beneath him. She stood behind him and pulled two leather straps around his waist. The moment she pulled them tight around his waist, he realized they were connected to the pump. The base pressed against his pubic bone, setting the pump even tighter to his cock.
She tied the straps together behind his back. He sighed as the binding gave him something on which to focus. His pulsing throb subsided, but the shaft remained rock hard. He thought he'd won. That was, until she reached down and a sudden wave of vibrations flowed along the length of his prick. The pulsing returned, as did the urge to come. He grunted and clenched his teeth, but it didn't work. He was losing the war. It seemed as if his cock was in charge.
She moved to his side and turned his head to face her. Lowering herself to his eye level, she stared into his eyes. He watched her silently encourage him. After a few moments, the pulsing in his shaft faded and his control returned.
She stroked his face. “It's time for your punishment."
He wasn't already being punished? He thought to say as much, but only said, “Yes, Teacher."
She stood and walked behind him. He didn't know exactly what was next, but he knew spanking would be the cornerstone. Fear and excitement warred within him when he realized pain was in the offing. He prayed it wouldn't be too much. If it was, he'd fail to keep from coming.
The deep rumble of wheels rolling on the concrete floor jarred him back to reality. Something cool and flat pressed against his proffered backside. Instantly, he remembered the machine he'd seen when he'd first entered the dungeon. Images filled his mind. One struck him deeply. He pictured himself strapped to the spanking bench, a penis pump keeping him on the edge of orgasm, and a spanking machine wailing away on his ass.
Her voice echoed in the dungeon. “Because of the weight and volume of your infractions, your punishment is more than can be completed without assistance. So, I'm going to employ some help from my little friend.” Four clicks of the wheels brakes told him that the machine was set.
He heard something scrape as it was dragged across the floor. He wondered what else she was setting up, but again, didn't look.
She moved around to the side of the bench and said, “Yes. That'll do just fine.” She put her hand on his shoulder blade. “Tell me what you see."
He did as commanded and groaned as he saw his reflection in a full-length mirror. It was angled in a way so he was looking into two mirrors. She stepped into his view and glared at him. “You want to answer me? Or do I need to add to your punishment?"
Nicolas looked up to her. “I see myself bound to the bench."
"Good. Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, Teacher. If it pleases you."
Trailing her fingers down his side, she said, “It pleases me."
Stepping back, she held up a remote control. She pressed a button and one of the paddles pressed firmly into the upper half of his buttocks. A slight vibration transferred from the machine.
She shifted her feet, regaining his attention. “This punishment won't be based on a count. Because your largest infraction was making me wait, I'm going to let time count as the determining factor."
"Thank you, Teacher."
She held the remote so he could see her press the button. The paddle pressing on his buttock swung back. As it did, the other paddle swung in, tapping his ass. It barely made a sound and didn't sting. But before he could lament the slow, easy start, the first paddle smacked his ass harder. A tiny bit of warmth radiated from the stroke just as the other paddle crashed into the lower half of his buttocks.
Staring into the mirror, he watched as the machine built speed and force. Each strike came faster than the previous, and each stung deeper. The pain grew, spreading across his backside, but it didn't stop there. It became something more. It was less about hurt, and more about fulfillment. His skin pricked with excitement and heat flushed through his entire body.
It was surreal to see himself. His body jerked into the padded bench with each swat. Just before the next paddle hit home, he'd move back into the coming onslaught. A rhythm formed—a wicked dance of pain and need.
Above the growing heat, spreading through his ass, a subtle throb wormed its way into his mind. It was his cock. The jerking of his body had set the pump into a swaying motion. It caused the slick sleeve to slide up and down his shaft. The throb intensified and the familiar pressure of his impending climax welled. He knew if it continued he'd lose control. He squeezed the handles, trying to stop his movements. The paddling was too strong. He could only manage to make his movements even more random.
He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to look away from the spectacle in the mirror, hoping he'd be able to stem the rising tide of his orgasm. Focusing on the concrete floor, he cleared his mind, desperately trying to think of one thing—proving his worth to his Teacher.
A shadow crept across the floor. He raised his head and saw a gurney moving toward him. Looking up, he saw his Teacher standing behind the gurney, staring down at him with that knowing look. Again, she held him transfixed, and for a moment, he forgot about his growing urge to come.
She didn't say a word, but somehow, he knew that more than just a simple spanking was in the offing. The pounding of the mechanical spanker continued to make his body jerk back and forth. His Teacher walked around from behind the gurney. Her movements were measured, but graceful. Stopping by his side, she trailed her fingernails down his spine. She stopped at his waist and dropped into a crouch. Nicolas felt the penis pump shift and she checked the binding.
Standing, she moved to his head and paused to look down at him. A wry smile curled her lips for a moment, and then pulled a lever on the side of the gurney. With one smooth motion, she raised the padded bench, locking it in place at a forty-five degree angle. She stepped between Nicolas’ head and the end of the gurney. Not hesitating for a moment, she scooted up to sit on the part of the bench that was still flat.
He saw a brief flash of pink through the gap in the crotch of her panties, but she quickly crossed her legs, blocking his view. A soft chuckle drew his gaze up to her face. “See something you like?"
"Yes, Teacher."
"I see you're still being honest, even if it might increase your punishment.” She raised her boot and dragged the pointed tip along the side of his face. “Yes, you're ready. I know I am."
Before Nicolas could guess what she was driving at, her legs uncrossed. He fought to keep his gaze on her face. It was another test and despite how bad he wanted to look at her pussy, he couldn't let himself have that freedom.
She moved her feet under the frame of the spanking bench and pulled her gurney closer. He obediently kept his eyes on her, and raised his head higher so his chin was above the height of the gurney. Her pussy inched closer and the pull to look down at her crotch increased.
When the gurney bumped into his bench, she said, “You may rest your chin."
As he did, he was unable to maintain his focus on her eyes. Her face was too high for him to see above her middle. He thought he smelled her musk and involuntarily inhaled deeply.
Grabbing his hair, she raised his head to look in his eyes. “Did you sniff me?"
He was caught. “Yes, Teacher."
"You understand that I didn't give you permission."
"Yes, Teacher."
She was silent for a moment, then said, “Under the circumstances, I'll let the infraction pass—this time."
This time? Was there going to be more chances?
Releasing his hair, she brought her knees up and put her booted feet on his shoulders. The scent of hot, wet pussy became stronger. He clenched his jaw, dying to take a taste. Suddenly, the paddles smacked into his flesh with more force. He jerked against the bonds and raised his head. He saw the remote control in her hand, her thumb pressing the button to increase the speed and force of the machine. The white flesh under her thumbnail told him that the machine was maxed out. The paddles swatted into him so fast
there didn't seem to be any time between hits for him to recover. He'd stopped rocking back and forth.
His ass burned. The pain that had been dulling to numbness returned. He closed his eyes as it caused the throb in his cock to return as well. His orgasm threatened, despite the fact he wasn't moving enough to cause the pump to sway and stroke his shaft.
Teacher slid forward. Her wetness touched the tip of his nose. His eyes flashed open in surprise and he stared at her shaved pussy, glistening and pink. He moaned. It was loud enough to be heard over the motor's whir and the smacks of the paddles against his flesh, but he didn't care. He was beyond the ability to control anything.
His Teacher's voice came out in a breathy growl. “No tongue. Only lips."
For a moment, he didn't understand. When she rolled her hips, dragging the swelled knot of her clit over the tip of his nose and cried out as her body shook, he understood. She was on the edge of her own climax—as close to losing control as he was.
A wicked thought flashed through his mind and he followed it. He strained his neck outward, pressing his lips to her wet pussy, just as she'd ordered. He longed to slip his tongue into her folds, to taste her nectar, but guessed he'd have plenty of chances for that later. What he did that she hadn't ordered, was move his head up and down, making sure his nose flicked her clit with each movement.
It worked perfectly. She dug her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. She rocked and bucked. A guttural groan grew into a keening wail. He continued to move his lips and nose up and down her wet furrow. It was nearly unbearable to be that close to tasting her sweet pussy and still be denied.
The fingers in his hair tightened. He was sure she was going to rip out handfuls, but he didn't care. The new pain only added to the sensations already slamming into his body. Despite his focus on trying to please his Teacher, the urge to come returned. He gritted his teeth and growled in a feeble attempt to fight off his impending climax. Still, the familiar warmth rushed through the deepest recesses of his loins, taking control of his willpower.
Suddenly, she released the back of the gurney, letting the table fall flat with a loud crash. With her body prone on the table, she scooted her hips closer, pushing her crotch tight to his face. Her body held frozen for a moment. He knew she was close. Using the temporary respite, he wriggled his head from side to side.
She exhaled in a gasping scream, flooding his face with her hot come. Releasing his hair, she groaned, “Eat me!"
He thrust his tongue out, delving as deeply as he could into her pussy. His eyes rolled back into his head as he sampled her sweet nectar. She tasted better than he'd imagined. At that moment, he couldn't imagine being more content. Even if she never allowed him to release, he'd still be happy.
She wrapped her thighs around his head and thrashed on the gurney. He lapped at her clutching pussy, his face coated with her juices. Her orgasm seemed to last longer than he thought possible. For a moment, he wondered if her climax was going to last forever.
Slowly, her legs relaxed their tight wrap on his head and fell slack across his shoulders. Her breathing was still ragged; her body shook with tremors. She managed to raise herself up on her elbows. Holding the remote in her hands, she aimed the beam at the machine and pressed the red button.
The machine slowed from a blur of spanking, to a gentle patting, and finally stopped. One paddle came to rest against his burning backside. It felt as if his ass had been set afire, and he loved it. Pushing herself up from the gurney, she slid away from his face, and quickly went to work on releasing his bonds. When she got to the penis pump, she let her fingers dance down the length of his rigid shaft.
A soft hum came up from beneath the spanking bench. He recalled what she'd done when first putting the pump on him and prayed she'd take him into her mouth again. She didn't. Instead, she stroked him a few times, and then released him just as his cock swelled, ready to shoot.
She moved away from the spanking bench and walked to the other side of the room.
He didn't move. He didn't dare. She hadn't permitted it.
A creak of leather reached his ears and he wanted to look.
Her voice was husky as she said, “Rise."
Pushing himself up, he stood shakily next to the bench. He turned and saw her sitting in a swing.
"Come to me."
As steadily as he could manage, he walked toward her. Each step brought a stinging reminder of the spanking as his muscles flexed.
When he neared, she held up her hand, stopping him. She looked up and down his body. “I can't help but wonder who is really in control here."
He didn't respond. He didn't want to push his luck.
Pressing her palms flat on his chest, she gasped, “I've never felt so close to losing control."
"I trust you,” Nicolas said as much for himself as for her.
"Can you trust yourself?"
"For you, Teacher ... yes."
Her eyes grew even more passionate. “Then, take me,” she growled.
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Epilogue
Eva stood by the main dungeon entrance. She looked up to the dais. The throne was empty. It was a change in the normal protocol of the monthly meeting of the Black Forest Dungeon Club. Usually, Lady Stephanie would already be seated on her throne, waiting for the procession of members to enter and pay their respects. This night, she'd invoked a clause in the by-laws whereas the members were to be admitted and seated for her entrance.
Eva smiled at the reason why. It had been a furious and frantic month, but she'd enjoyed every minute of it. She loved helping her Lady, and even more so with the reason for the busy month.
A red light came on above the private entrance of the Dungeon Mistress, signaling Eva to begin the meeting. She pressed the bell, setting the simulated iron bell to chime three times. She then opened the door to the line of members waiting to enter the dungeon. As they entered, she handed each dominant a small piece of paper. It was a simple instruction for them to take their places immediately and wait for the entrance of the Dungeon Mistress. She gave no response to any of the questioning glances.
Finally, everyone had settled into their places. Eva flipped a switch, and then pressed a flashing green button. The doorbell rang four times, once for every season. For those seasoned dominants and submissives, it was a signal they'd long wanted to hear—and had begun to believe it would never happen—their Dungeon Mistress had found a mate.
The metal door to Lady Stephanie's private dungeon room swung open. The room beyond was dark as pitch. Eva knew what was just beyond the threshold and couldn't contain her huge smile as she waited to see the reactions of the members.
Lady Stephanie stepped from the dark into the light. She was dressed, as always, in a leather bustier, matching panties, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots. She stopped just inside the pale light of the dungeon and flicked her left wrist.
From the dark stepped a gorgeous man dressed in a simple black leather thong. He had a leather buckle collar circling his neck and a leash attached to a D-ring on the front. He obediently stepped into heel position and stood perfectly still. A few gasps came from the crowd and Lady Stephanie's eyes sparkled.
She waited for a moment, while the gasps and murmurs died down. Glancing to the back of the room, she made eye contact with Eva and nodded. Eva turned back to the wall plate and pressed the black button. New Age music flowed out of the wall speakers as Lady Stephanie made her way to the dais, with the nearly naked man at perfect heel.
When she stepped up on the platform, she turned to face the audience. She pointed to the pillow beside the throne and the man immediately kneeled on the soft cushion, his hands upturned on his thighs and his head turned up, eyes trained on her.
She took a deep breath and said, “Greetings. As you have probably guessed, I have a special announcement.” She glanced back at the kneeling man and reached down to stroke the back of his head. He turned and kissed her palm.
Turning
back to the crowd, she smiled and said, “After a long wait, I have finally found a suitable mate. Everyone. I present to you, Nic, my pet."
It started with a single clap, and then quickly became a room full of applause and cheers. Everyone in the room knew that the Black Forest Dungeon Club was finally complete.
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iSUBmiT (I Submit)
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Prologue
To him perfume was like music. And just as a well-constructed tune haunts forever, so a perfume etches a scent imprint on the memory. Her perfume was, like her, light and ephemeral: it was the scent equivalent of a simple, but naggingly persistent pop tune.
He stood behind her in the crowded elevator. So close—inches close—that he could smell the floral aroma of her perfume melding with the fragrance of her recent shampoo (she was always so, so clean). He inhaled the melange of odours clinging to the shining, almost metallic, platinum blonde hair that cascaded down her back and over her slim but wickedly curved body. She smelt wonderful ... wonderfully pure, wonderfully clean and wonderfully unused.
Unused ... he pondered the word for a moment—tasting it, testing it—as he examined the tantalising curve of her naked neck, restraining with some difficulty his urge to lean forward and to bite her, to blemish the perfection of her pallid skin. He was always stunned by how flawless her skin was. It was like silk: smooth, unwrinkled, and so alluring to the touch.
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