The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room

by J P Barnaby

  She inched forward until I could feel her body heat radiating from her, now no more than two inches from me, and I felt the insane urge to lean down and kiss her. If it were permitted, she could brush her beautiful naked breasts against me my merely taking a deep breath. I started to get hard again.

  “Do not move,” he said sharply, and then left the room. As my erection grew, it touched her stomach and I closed my eyes briefly. Lexi never spoke, and never moved during the minutes that Master Ethan was absent from the room, and I followed her example.

  When he returned, Master Ethan had a pitcher of ice water and a glass. After he poured the water in the glass, he held it to Lexi’s mouth for her to drink, which she did without breaking her position, small droplets of water drizzling down her chin, neck, and finally in between her perfect breasts. Her nipples hardened considerably, and I swallowed.

  Then, it was my turn. I drank deeply, trying to be careful, but water dribbled over from my lips, over my chin and down my chest. As the drops rolled over my stomach, I shuddered.

  “Come here, Jayden,” Master Ethan said after returning the pitcher and glass to a side table. I moved to him on my knees where he had me turn so I could see Lexi again. Before going to Lexi, he went over to the wall and grabbed several lengths of the black rope. She held her wrists out and he tied them together with large thick knots. Then he tied another long length of rope around each of her knees, the remainder trailing on the floor. I watched from my position on my knees near his feet, fascinated, as he once again took the hook coming from the pulley and put it through a carefully tied knot at Lexi’s wrists. Then he took each of the ropes attached to Lexi’s knees and threaded them behind her shoulders and then through the hook. This pulled her knees up sharply, and he quickly tied the ropes off holding her legs in place. He went to the lever on the wall, and Lexi started to rise.

  Incredibly, I got harder watching her naked and bound body being raised before me. She was suspended by her arms, but her legs were pulled up and out by the ropes connecting her knees up to the hook. It was simply done, but so erotic. Master Ethan tested all of bonds to make sure they weren’t too tight, and that she wouldn’t fall, then he motioned for me to come to him. On my knees, I made my way to him, and soon I was kneeling before Lexi’s wide open sex. She was starting to struggle, but only slightly, in her anticipation.

  “Jayden, did you enjoy Lexi pleasing you?” Master Ethan asked, walking over to the opposite wall.

  “Yes, Master Ethan,” I answered enthusiastically, nodding.

  “Don’t you think she deserves to be pleased in the same manner?” he asked, returning with something I couldn’t see.

  “Yes, I do, Master Ethan,” I said with a small smile.

  “Then use your talented mouth to pleasure her,” he said, and I leaned forward at once, burying my face between her outstretched legs. As my tongue moved ardently over her bare, thoroughly exposed sex, I heard him strike her with whatever was in his hand. She cried out, and without the gag it was easy to discern that whatever he was using stung. Doubling my efforts, I sucked softly on her overexcited flesh, wishing briefly that I could use my hands, but I didn’t dare break my position.

  Her cries resounded through the room as she was thrashed by whatever implement Master Ethan was using. The sounds that resonated through the large room as he struck her skin over and over were jarring, but somehow exhilarating at the same time. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that her legs shook from the uncomfortable position they were tied in, but still I worked diligently to bring about her release. As I flattened out my tongue, and rubbed the rough of it over her, her cries began to change. Her cries of pain were now mingled with other cries, those of pleasure as she struggled in her suspended position to spread her legs wider, aching for my mouth. Vaguely, I heard Master Ethan say something to her, and she began to shake violently, her eager sex began to spasm around my tongue, and I realized that she was starting to orgasm. I continued to use my tongue to bring about her pleasure, and finally she cried out in her release, and I felt her wetness stream down my chin, the idea of which went straight to my groin.

  “Stand up, Jayden,” Master Ethan said once Lexi’s cries had begun to subside. I moved back slightly, and stood up gracefully, my fingers still laced behind my neck. Then, he addressed Lexi, asking softly, “Did that feel good, my Lexi?” She nodded vigorously. “You should give Jayden a kiss to thank him for giving you such pleasure, don’t you think?” Straining forward, Lexi tried to reach me, and I looked at Master Ethan, who nodded, so I leaned forward and gave her one, two, three, kisses on her lips before they parted, and she deepened the kiss. Her mouth was so supple, so sweet. The feeling, that all encompassing need, intensified as my lips moved against hers, and I had to stop myself from moaning into the kiss. Slowly, I pulled back and kissed her softly again, one last gentle kiss. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me.

  “Come here Jayden,” Master Ethan commanded, standing next to the sawhorse I saw Lexi on earlier. I turned and walked to him, since I was already on my feet. He had turned it so that one end was facing Lexi, and the other facing him. I stood at the end nearest him, and he bound my legs to the legs of the horse. Then, he leaned me forward, being careful of my now painful erection. He placed a small towel under my chin which confused me, but then I looked straight ahead and saw Lexi. He bound my wrists to the legs on the far end. He added ropes around my hips and chest, securing me tightly to the horse so that I could not move. I felt him preparing me, and I closed my eyes. It still felt wrong to feel his fingers inside me.

  “Keep your eyes on hers,” he said roughly, and then thrust inside of me. I groaned quietly, feeling him stretching me. Looking up, I saw that Lexi was watching me, and that made everything so much worse. I had just shared a sweet impassioned kiss with this girl, and now she was watching me being defiled by another man. It was obvious that this was his intension that I felt some measure of the same humiliation, the same degradation that I had the first time he’d taken me, and my face flamed. Master Ethan thrust harder, and forced a low moan from me. Lexi smiled her eyes bright with excitement.

  I focused on breathing deeply, trying to control my emotions.

  I focused on the pleasure I felt as he took me.

  I focused on the look of pride he’d given me after my punishment.

  Then, I felt him stroking me. I knew that I would no longer be able to control my body’s reactions.

  Master Ethan’s lubricated hand slid effortlessly over my erection, heightening the pleasure much more, and I felt the muscles in my legs start to spasm. Whimpering as he continued to stroke me hard in time with his thrusts, I didn’t know how I could stave off my release waiting for permission this time, especially when I could feel it building, filling me. A light sheen of sweat covered my skin as I struggled. My body was on fire.

  I screamed a strangled “No!” as I felt my orgasm explode through me. As it coursed through me, I cried out over and over, my semen jetting in streams onto the floor. Master Ethan immediately pulled back and released me, his disapproval and disappointment almost palpable. Quickly, he moved to the other side of the horse, to stand directly in front of me, stroking himself hard. I chanced a glance up at his face, and he was looking down at me in condemnation. I felt a lump rise in my throat with the knowledge that I had failed him.

  “Close...your eyes,” he grunted out, and I immediately did as he commanded. I felt the first hot stream hit my face, and was ashamed. Over and over, I felt his semen cover my cheeks, my chin, and my forehead. I wanted to plead with him; to tell him I was sorry for my failure, the weight of it was a physical presence in my chest. But, I knew that I could not speak. He did not want my excuses or explanations, or even apologies, he wanted my obedience, and I had failed to give it to him. Finally, he was finished, and he walked away without a word. I looked up at Lexi, but she was looking down.

  I watched, unmoving as Master Ethan walked to the wall and pulled the lever to let Lexi down. W
hen she had been lowered to the ground, he took the hook and secured it to the wall once again. Carefully, he untied each of her legs and rubbed her calves and thighs. Then, he untied her wrists and tossed the ropes to the side. He took her hands gingerly in his, and rubbed first her hands, and then her wrists. Continuing with his soft massage, he rubbed her arms, and then her shoulders. This would be me if I hadn’t disgraced myself; I would be rubbed and given affection, instead of lying across this damned piece of wood humiliated and alone. When he was finished with Lexi, she assumed her standard position. He turned her so that she was facing a blank expanse of wall away from the equipment.

  Then, I felt myself being untied. He started with my legs, but he didn’t rub them as he did Lexi’s, because I was disgraced and wasn’t to be allowed such kindness. After he untied my hips, he dropped the ropes to the floor, next my chest was released, and then, he moved to my hands. I didn’t dare move once I was free; I lay across the padding completely still.

  “Get up,” he said, and I noticed that he didn’t even bother to call me by name. He pushed me over to the wall that Lexi was currently watching. “Put your hands on that wall.” I pressed my palms to the wall, and he pulled my legs back and apart. I stood there waiting silently.

  The blows were swift and decisive. Repeatedly, I felt something strike my back, my buttocks, and my legs. The pain was tolerable, and not once did I move. I deserved every bit of what I was getting, for I had failed him. When he had finished, my skin was on fire, my head was down, and I was panting wildly.

  “Go,” was all he said to me. Again, I felt the lump rise in my throat, and the tears were falling before I even reached my room. Infuriated with myself, I ran into it and slammed the door. Looking in the bathroom mirror was a mistake; I could see the remains of his semen on my face. Grabbing a wash cloth from the cabinet, I wet it down, and scrubbed my face. I tried to get a hold of myself, and reached over to turn on the shower. When I went to remove my cuff, I realized that it was still in the room. I felt the weight of its absence. Would I get it back? Did I deserve to get it back? When the water was warm enough, I stepped in the shower. As I stood under the spray, I felt the suffocation of my disappointment crash over me. I sank to the bottom of the shower, my back against the cold tile wall and pulled my knees up to my chest, I pressed my forehead to them.

  Chapter 3

  I awoke slowly, my mind and body felt unusually heavy. The physical and emotional events from the previous night had taken so much out of me. Once I finally got a handle on my emotions, I had fallen exhausted into bed, and for that, I was grateful. I did not want to lie awake replaying those images in my mind – my failure, Ethan’s rebuke, or the punishment. Rolling over, I remained in bed, fearing the time when I would have to face Ethan. Would he return my cuff and allow me to continue to serve him? In the light of a new day, I have to admit my surprise at the emotion brought about by the loss of my leather cuff. How had I come to need it, to need him, so quickly? Since I’ve known him, there has been a place – a secret and dark place, in my soul that has been opened. It is a hole that can only be filled with my willing subservience. This is my life now. No matter what kind of pain or humiliation I may endure because of it, I had past the point of no return.

  Then my thoughts turned to my fate. What did Ethan think about my behavior last night? Did he regret his decision to take me on as a sub? Would he release me? That thought, even though this was all new to me, caused me to press my face into the pillow and let out a frustrated cry. Before Ethan, I never would have imagined that another man’s approval would mean so much to me.

  Shaking off those thoughts, I finally out of bed. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed something sitting on the counter in front of the coffee maker. Getting closer, I realized that it was my leather wrist cuff on top of a note – a note from Ethan. It said merely 10:00 AM. Glancing at the display on the coffee machine, I saw that it was 9:30 AM. I had showered the night before, so I grabbed a quick breakfast of coffee and a bagel before heading back upstairs. Conflicted, I stood in my room. He had returned my cuff, which I had immediately put on. Did that mean he wanted a session? I decided to follow our established protocol and stripped down completely. Naked and determined to redeem myself, I walked to the room.

  As I stepped through the door, I saw that Lexi and Master Ethan were already in the room. Master Ethan was operating the lever on the wall to suspend Lexi in the same position she had been in the previous night. What did this mean? Were we just going to start where we left off, like nothing had happened? Only, I didn’t know how to prevent a repeat of last night. My breathing accelerated as I quickly assumed my position on my knees with my eyes cast down. Kneeling, I waited for his instruction. After a few minutes, I felt him standing beside me. He reached down and tilted my chin up so that I looked him in the face.

  “Tell me what you learned from last night, Jayden,” he said in a low soft voice, and I relaxed minutely when I realized he wasn’t angry.

  I thought about the previous night, and then replied shakily. “I learned that I infuriate myself in displeasing or disappointing you, Master Ethan.”

  Considering that, the corners of his mouth fought a smile. “You could have said that you learned that pain or humiliation await you if you displease me. You also could have said that you are frightened of the pain or the humiliation. You could have said that you hate me because of the degradation I inflicted upon you. Instead, you effectively said that displeasing me feels like failure and upsets you,” he said, stroking my hair absently. “That is beautiful, Jayden. I am very pleased by your attitude.” Leaning down, he stroked, and then kissed, the top of my head. I closed my eyes briefly, reveling in his praise and affection. I felt like a puppy that had finally learned a new trick.

  “Today, again with Lexi’s help, I am going to train you in control. Come with me,” he said and returned to where Lexi remained suspended. He picked up something I could not see, and I followed him as quickly and gracefully as I could on my knees. He motioned for me to stop a few feet in front of Lexi, putting my face, once again, level with her glistening sex.

  “Now, watch closely Jayden,” he instructed, and he walked up behind Lexi. I wasn’t sure what this was about, but he didn’t appear angry or even displeased with me. Sliding his hands under the ropes holding Lexi’s legs, he massaged her breasts until she moaned softly. Next, he stepped closer so that she could feel his clothed body against her naked back, putting his lips to her ear, nibbling gently on the lobe, breathing onto her neck.

  “Mmmmm…my Lexi,” he murmured to her, just loud enough for me to hear as he rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers, pinching them hard. When she arched her back and moaned loudly, he continued in a harder voice, “You look so fucking hot like this…so helpless, naked and spread for me.” Running one hand down her taunt stomach, he continued, “I should turn you around and drive right into you, fuck you right here, right now.” As his hand reached her sex, she whimpered at his words. He stroked her gently before he teased, “I’m going to make you beg to come on my cock.” He slid his fingers inside her. “That’s my girl…You are so wet….”

  He slipped something out of his pocket, and I saw that it was a vibrator. Turning it on, he rubbed her eager, exposed sex with it, and I saw her muscles clench as she let out a long low open mouthed moan. He slid the vibrator into her, and while she tried in vain to rock her hips against it, he worked and tormented her until she whimpered and writhed, suspended and vulnerable.

  “Do you see how hard she is concentrating? She has redirected her focus to distract herself,” he explained, continuing to stroke her wet sex.

  “Lexi – tell us what you’re thinking right now….” Master Ethan requested into her ear while the hand not wielding the vibrator, he massaged her breasts.

  “Atlanta…Georgia….” she panted, her eyes closed tight, and her brow furrowed in concentration. “Springfield … Illinois… Albany…New…York….” For her to speak took a grea
t deal of effort. He pulled her hard against his chest and spoke to her.

  “You are such a good girl, my Lexi. You please your master so well. Come for me, angel,” he murmured, I watched, enthralled as she bit her lip unconsciously, and even I could watch her focus shift, her face relaxed, and she focused on the sensations now. Within seconds, her body began to shudder and I saw her overexcited sex begin to spasm around the vibrator. Crying out in sheer pleasure, and thanks for her master, her head fell back onto his shoulder, her back arched. As her cries subsided, and she began to calm, he removed the vibrator and set it on a nearby table.

  Then, he addressed me, “Training yourself to prolong your pleasure and delay your orgasm makes the release itself more intense. You must find something non-sexual that you can focus on to delay your orgasm, Jayden. You want to keep what happened last night from happening again, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master Ethan,” I said fervently. Never again did I want to suffer his displeasure. I thought hard about things that I could use to refocus, to distract myself from the physical pleasure in order to gain affection instead of degradation. Thinking about Lexi’s example, it would be better to select something that I could name systematically, but something I had to think about. Counting wouldn’t work, for example, because it would not distract me. Something geographic, like Lexi – that would work. Then I had it.

  “Have you thought of something that you can use? Are you ready to show me that you can control yourself?” I nodded, and he motioned for me to sit on a nearby table where he pushed me down, cuffing my wrists to the head of the table, my ankles to the bottom. Next to the table, he stood stroking my erection with his warm hands, no gel this time, just the liquid seeping through the tip. Spreading the liquid over the head, he rubbed it with his palm eliciting a deep open mouthed groan from me. From base to top, he stroked me with his other hand, and I nearly whimpered from pleasure as he continued pumping me while he watched my face intently. What he was looking for, I wasn’t sure. This continued for several minutes until the feeling became too intense, then I knew it was time for my plan. I closed my eyes and recited in my head: