The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning

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by J. M. Alt

Moving to the desk in the room, I turned on the power strip, then plugged the leads from the vibrator and the clamps into the computer and started it up. I watched her for several moments while the computer booted up, enjoying her discomfort as she struggled to get comfortable with the intruder filling her cunt and the thick latex cock gag filling her mouth.

  I decided to add a bit more to her predicament.

  Leaning over I adjusted the air conditioning in the room from seventy degrees to sixty six. A bit cool, but I could always throw on an extra shirt.

  The program for the clamps showed they were ready and I adjusted the settings. A second window on the screen showed the vibrator program was also ready to go. I also adjusted the settings there as well so that it would go through a maximum of three cycles in an hour, then checked her once more.

  A small slip of saliva extended from the base of the gag to her chest. There would be much more by morning. The question would not be whether she could hold out, but rather, whether I could hold out. I found her loss of her ability to control her own saliva rather erotic and frankly wanted to shoot my cum all over her that minute.

  With everything in order, I re-positioned the tripod and checked the camera, then checked the monitor to make sure nothing was in the picture except her. Although the sound was off, the picture, even in the low-level lighting, was excellent. A cable fed from the monitor to a second laptop, recording everything onto one of the disks in the connected recording unit. It held a total of six high density disks ready to record the whole night.

  I undressed, collected her belongings and quickly went through her purse, locating the car keys. Pocketing them and tossing the rest of her belongings in a gym bag, I looked around where my wife was bound, making sure nothing would be in the video I didn’t want. All looked almost perfect, so I started the programs.

  The program controlling the vibrator was the first to have an effect on Drew. It was designed to cause the dildo to pulse and thrust in an irregular pattern – sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes for as long as fifteen minutes or as short as one. It would automatically shut off the vibrator every fifteen minutes for at least fifteen minutes regardless of what cycle it was in to prevent the device from heating up too much. Drew stiffened as it started, shifting her hips ever so slightly.

  The program controlling the clamps attached to her nipples and pussy lips didn’t start right away but the effect would be more pronounced. Periodically, the program would cause intense electric arcs to jump across the tips of the clamps at odd intervals so she can’t anticipate them. The voltage is harmless and serves only to jolt and stimulate her nipples and her labia. Later, I would modify the system to increase and decrease the intensity of the arcs in no specific pattern to add a twist to the stimulation. Shortly after the dildo has started its attack on her pussy, I saw the blue arc of electricity jump first the right nipple clamp tips, then the left. A low moan escaped her lips.

  I watched the show before me for some time while I reclined on the bed – my own private sex video in a slightly larger booth.

  The beauty of the system is that, because nothing is coordinated, it may or may not allow her to achieve orgasm, but keeps her in a heightened state of constant arousal. This goes on and on, without letup until I either shut the system off or a predetermined timer hits zero. In my wife’s case, the timer was shut off. She would spend as much time in that chair as I wanted her to.

  She wanted control.

  I would give my lovely bitch absolute control

  I watched her tense again as the laptop showed the tempo of the dildo's pulsing and thrusting begin to slowly increase, then I settled in to watch a movie on the TV, keeping the volume low just in case there was any chance she could hear. Drew moaned and I turned my attention to her again. She struggled as the activity increased another level, arching and pressing against her bonds. I watched her squirm as the cycle began to pick up in intensity. Suddenly, arcs of light illuminated her nipples as two fairly sharp jolts of electricity jumped the tips of the nipples clamps.

  She tried to buck her hips, but strapped as tight as she was, her attempts were nothing more than muscles tensing and relaxing. I watched as my wife experienced what had to be an exceptionally intense orgasm.

  I settled back, stroking my raging cock. I was bigger than I could ever remember myself being and I stroked it as I watched Drew moan, move, and moan again as an arc of bright white light flashed for a split second across her clit.

  I came, white globs of cum covering my hand as I stroked my cock, milking every drop out of it. Smiling, I rose to clean myself as Drew struggled vainly in her bondage – another orgasm driving her over the edge as arcs of light illuminated both of her nipples and her cunt lips.

  The night passed slowly yet I enjoyed every minute of it.

  CHAPTER TWO

  As the clock on the nightstand changed to eight o’clock in the morning on a fine Saturday morning, I gazed at my wife. She was in the middle of yet another orgasm. Even in the cool air of the room, sweat covered her body and I knew she was thoroughly exhausted. Smiling, I left her to her pleasure and took a leisurely shower, then stepped out for a quick breakfast. After finishing my breakfast, I decided to run a couple of errands before returning to the room.

  About two hours later, I pulled up a chair and watched her for some time struggle through one more orgasm, her body worn out. Briefly I considered leaving her in her predicament for another few hours, but tossed the idea aside. There were other tests to see if she truly wanted this control she claimed she needed. Beads of sweat dripped off her nipples and her breath was ragged. A bright arc of electricity snapped across her nipples and she moaned, but didn’t jerk.

  Definitely worn out.

  A shame. She had much more strenuous tasks ahead of her.

  I stopped the programs but left the camera recording the events in the room.

  Grabbing a cold energy drink from the refrigerator, I opened it and stuffed a straw in it, then picked up the crop and tit whip and moved over to her. It was going to be an interesting day.

  Stepping behind the chair, I slowly released the cock gag. Her breasts were shiny with saliva and it coated her belly, hips and thighs. I could see the seat was drenched with her juices. I breathed the musky odor of her sex filling the air deeply into my lungs as I slipped the gag from her mouth, then gently helped her slowly close and open her abused jaw, saliva still slipping from the corners. Offering the straw to her lips, she took it in and sucked the cold liquid until the bottle was almost drained. Setting the bottle on the credenza, I continued.

  It took some time, but I finished releasing her, leaving the blindfold on and her hair in the leather sleeve. Drew made no move to get up.

  She was completely exhausted. I helped her stand on wobbly legs, then turned her around.

  Handcuffing her hands behind her back, I then placed a large cock gag back against her lips. She moaned slightly, but opened her mouth wide and I buckled the gag on tightly. She offered no resistance as I walked her to the bathroom, pushing her down into a kneeling position on top of the large padded cushion on the floor about two feet in front of the sink. Without direction from me, she neatly tucked her legs under her ass and sat very straight, shoulders back, and chest thrust out.

  Retrieving a set of long wide leather straps and a couple of toys, I moved behind my wife and ran the first strap under her elbows. She shifted herself, arching her shoulders a little more. Pulling the strap through the buckle, I pulled her arms together until her elbows had at most an inch of space between them. She moaned, but held still and I ran the next strap under her ankles and around her thighs, buckling it tightly as well. A third and fourth strap held her bound arms tight to her body, the straps circling her body above and below her breasts. My wife was now once again bound tightly, yet she neither moaned or struggled. Turning on the overhead heat lamp in the bathroom for twenty minutes, I shifted the camera to the door, checked the picture, then left to take care of several sm
all details and unpacked a couple of new outfits for her. As I heard the ding of the timer, I returned.

  You may call this torture. I call it training. This lady claimed she wanted to be a slave. She wanted to serve unconditionally. To be a slave, she would be expected to endure much stricter bondage and required to please me in whatever way I desired, no matter how deviant and perverse. Those were the rules I offered her and those were the rules she accepted.

  I intended to push her as hard as I could. I wanted to break her and make her want to quit. I intended to either find the true slave in her or show here she was nothing more than a wannabe bitch.

  And yet, I somehow wanted her to prove to me she could be this slave she claimed she wanted to be.

  No, this wasn’t torture. This was the start down that path.

  Drew sat motionless, sweat glistening off her body, drops collecting on her nipples and cascading off. I could see the strain in her features as she labored to maintain her position. Yet not an indication she was ready to throw in the towel and quit.

  In all the years we were married, I had no complaints about Drew’s ability to fuck me as long as I could handle or suck me for as long as I desired. She is multi-orgasmic on several levels and enjoys a good throatfuck, especially if I return the favor by eating her fantastic pussy. She never refused my advances, no matter the time or what we were doing and always seemed to want as much as I was willing to give her. And while she could suck the life out of my balls with a skill bordering on obsession, my lovely wife would never allow her tongue to venture past my balls, nor had I ever wondered what it might feel like.

  That is, until I watched a video online of a young lady thoroughly tongue-fuck a man’s ass for almost an hour, shoving her tongue deep into his asshole and slathering his crack with long caresses of her fleshy organ. Interspersed with this devoted tongue fucking were extended sessions of sucking and licking his balls and long deep swallows of his cock. Watching her and listening to him describe the intensity in his moans and demands for a deeper tonguing of his ass made me jerk off, wanting to experience this unique pleasure.

  I slowly undressed, savoring the very idea of what I was about to experience. The hardest part of this would be that I was going to have to act as if it was something I was used to receiving on a regular basis. And I couldn’t utter a sound since the hood was off.

  Lifting the spandex of the blindfold, I removed an earplug, then spoke low and quietly into her ear, trying to disguise my voice. “I am going to shave and take care of my personal business. While I do so, you will pleasure my balls and my ass. I want to feel your tongue deep in me.”

  I replaced the earplug and made sure it expanded completely before repositioning the padded spandex. I slowly undid the strap of the cock gag and removed it from her mouth, then picked up the crop.

  “I will not…..”

  I cropped the top of her breast hard, eliciting a sharp squeal from her. Clamping my hand over her mouth, I spoke in a low tone I was sure could be heard even through the plug.

  “I didn’t ask what you wanted. I instructed you in what I want.” I tightened my grip on her lower face for emphasis and swatted her other breast. She squealed again and tried to jerk her head. I clamped it harder.

  “Do you want to end this now?”

  She stopped suddenly and immediately relaxed.

  Slowly her head moved from side to side.

  “Do not test me again. “I hissed, my mouth pressed against her ear. “Do exactly as you are told. Do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  I released my hand and she remained quiet.

  I stepped between her and the sink, making sure her nose was pressed into the crack of my ass. She sat there and I shifted myself slight backwards, pressing her nose and face a bit more into my ass crack to emphasize what I expected from her.

  I felt her tongue slowly touch me slightly behind my balls, gently at first. I began to cover my face with shaving cream. Her initial flicks on my tight asshole slowly became kisses, full licks and quick probes of the flesh surrounding the opening, but never on the opening itself.

  Having already shaved not only my face that morning, but my entire genital region and my ass, I went through the motions, allowing the water to run and slowly re-shaving, always pressing her and shifting to make sure she understood her new duties.

  By the time I finished my “shave”, she was licking my bare ass and even pressed her tongue against my hole twice, but she never pushed past the opening. But the feeling was fantastic and my hard throbbing cock demanded release.

  I slowly turned around and laid my cock against her lips. She wasted no time taking my very swollen member into her mouth and I slowly pressed forward, forcing myself deep into what I knew had to be a very sore and used mouth until my balls pushed against her chin and her nose pressed tight against my skin. Her breath became ragged as she slurped and sucked my member, saliva slipping from the sides of her mouth and coating her chin and breasts. I kept my thrusts to a slow, languorous pace, pulling out just enough to allow her to catch her breath, then pushing in until my balls once again pressed against her wet chin. With each thrust, I left my cock buried in her throat for longer and longer periods, enjoying her struggles as she fought to breath around me. I would slowly pull out, listening to her gasp for breath, then push in again. Finally, I simply left my cock buried in her throat while I held her head in place. She struggled and I knew my throbbing hard-on was distending her delicate throat. I maintained my position as I continued to press her face against my groin while she tried desperately to gain some measure of freedom from the intruder buried in her mouth.

  Finally I pulled slowly from her mouth, allowing my cock to slide free.

  She sucked in air. Her mouth remained open as she gasped for air. To me, it simply meant she was ready.

  I slowly pushed my cock past her waiting lips, easily burying it in her throat as she was forced to suck and slurp my shaft and I imagined the day my wife would be pressing that talented tongue deep into my ass while working my cock and balls with her skillful hands. In very little time, I felt my balls tighten and I began to thrust my hips. Realizing I would come any second, I closed my eyes and tensed as my orgasm flowed into her throat. She accepted every ounce of my hot jism, sucking my member dry. I very slowly pulled out, making sure she sucked every ounce from me as my cock slid out of her mouth, then pressed the sides of the shaft to her mouth to make it clear I wanted a thorough licking as well. Drew obliged by cleaning my cock from tip to the backside base of my balls.

  Once she finished “cleaning” my member, I circled around her and slipped the cock gag once again into her pretty mouth, then tightened it tight.

  Undoing the strap holding her legs in the folded position, I helped her up and held her steady for several minutes until she could stand, using the time to firmly hold her breasts and fondle the nipples. I wanted Drew to understand she served me anytime and in any capacity I desired. When she seemed steady on her feet, I walked her into the room for the next of her “tests”. This one wouldn’t be as strenuous as her long night and I was sure she could use some rest.

  After positioning her in a sitting position on the foot of the bed, I reset the room, then dressed and put my hood on, ensuring the leather once again covered my mouth. Picking up the next toy, I strode over to her. She sat very still.

  I stood her up and quickly unbuckled then removed all the straps and handcuffs. Only the cock gag and the blindfold remained. I held the jacket in front of her and guided one arm into a sleeve then the other. Circling around her, I pulled the jacket on and buckled the leather collar attached to the jacket onto her pretty neck. My wife suddenly realized what she wore and struggled, trying to slide her arm back out.

  I clamped my arm on her shoulder and she stopped, then slowly relaxed as she accepted this next test.

  In short order, she wore the calf-skin straight jacket, her arms pulled tightly against her body under her breasts and buckled so
tightly no movement was possible. The jacket itself was laced tight – my guess at ordering it one size smaller made it a bit difficult to lace it completely together, but the stretching of the fine leather against her skin was perfect. I pushed her into a bent over position and slipped a well lubed large dildo into her worn pussy and then lubed up an equal-sized dildo. Placing some lube on my finger, I slowly spread it on the rim of her tight asshole, then re-lubed my finger and pressed several globs into her tight hole, spreading it liberally as I pushed more in.

  Drew was no stranger to anal sex and I had the pleasure of spanking and plundering her ass on numerous occasions. She groaned softly though as I touched the hard intruder to her tight asshole then slowly pressed. She resisted ever so gently and I smacked her asscheek hard then pressed again.

  Granted, the black rubber cock shaped dildo was a bit larger than my cock at its widest, but she was going to have to get used to it since I intended to plunder that ass on a very regular basis. Finally, as I enjoyed her discomfort, the intruder slipped with a muffled pop into place. Standing her up, I turned her around then reached between her legs and pulled the strap leading from the back of the jacket through her legs, up against her cunt and buckled it so that it pressed both intruders deep into my wife.

  I now removed the gag and fitted my Drew with a neck corset. It has to be the most beautiful way to silence a woman if you don’t use any type of gag. The thick collar portion laces up the back of the neck like a corset and, once laced, forms a molded cup holding her chin. The material continues up past her mouth and ends above her nose. An opening at the nose ensures she can easily breathe, while the zippered opening across the mouth allows for some interesting pleasures there as well. But, as it’s laced tightly, the corset boning in the collar also creates an unrelenting mask that allows unrestricted breathing through the nose but prevents any type of sound or movement with the mouth when it’s zipped closed. Soon, Drew stood before me, straight-jacketed and tightly corseted from the base of her neck to just under the blindfold in black leather. I patted her cheek, then grabbed each nipple through the thin leather with a finger-thumb hold and squeezed as I lifted them up.

 

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