by J P Barnaby
Kentucky – Border State
Tennessee – Confederacy
His hands picked up tempo, and I locked my jaw, concentrating hard on my list and trying not to feel the perfect pleasure he was forcing through me.
Indiana – Union
Illinois – Union
Virginia – Confederacy
Unconsciously, I started to move my hips against his hands, thrusting my hard cock up into them. My master’ hands on me, working me for his own ends felt unbelievable, and I briefly wondered if he would take me.
South Carolina – Confederacy
New York – Union
Delaware – Union
I continued to fight hard to stay in control until he released me abruptly. At first, I thought I’d done something wrong. But, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, stroking my hair.
“Beautiful, Jayden,” he began, “You controlled your desires. I am very pleased. You learned even faster than Lexi. For that, you will get a very….very special reward. You may orgasm when you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Master Ethan,” I whispered and watched in utter disbelief as he lowered his mouth to my now painful erection. My mind had a hard time processing the scene, and I heard Lexi gasp as he wrapped his perfect lips around the head and sucked gently. Driving my head back into the soft leather covering of the table, I continued reciting states and their Civil War allegiances. I looked down then, and watched as his mouth slid along my length, and his lips came to rest on the base where I could feel the head of my hard sex pressing against his throat, and I nearly came right then. However, I wanted to prolong the moment, because I was sure it would never happen again.
As I felt him suck harder, I let out a choked cry, with one hand pumping my hard sex; he let the other trail slowly down to stroke between my legs. My cries grew louder, and my hips rose off the table, matching his rhythm. Lifting my head, I watched as my erection slid easily in and out of his perfect mouth with closed eyes, he worked furiously on me.
Finally, I ran out of states, so I rested back on the table and just let myself feel. I felt the breeze from the open window blow across the light sheen of sweat on my body; I felt the resistance of the cuffs as I tried desperately to put my hands in his soft hair. But mostly, I felt Master Ethan’s mouth, and I thought about his perfect lush lips, making my orgasm explode through me. Crying out, my back arched, and I felt my semen erupt into his waiting mouth. He swallowed every bit before licking my softening cock as he released me.
Master Ethan left me bound to the table, utterly spent as he made his way back to Lexi, sliding into her without a word, and as he had promised earlier, making her beg for her second orgasm. She begged and pleaded with him to fuck her harder, to please let her come, swearing she would be a good girl, that she would please him. As her control began to slip, her cries got more frenzied while he slammed into her over and over, using her ropes for leverage. Finally, he growled his permission, and she shrieked and whimpered in her release. It started to make me hard again to watch her just throw her head back and give in to the feeling. Master Ethan soon followed; he groaned and panted loudly as he filled her.
After several long minutes, he tucked himself back into his pants refastening the panel and turned to us. “Now, my pets, your training will be intensified this week. There are several things I want to teach you that you will have to do perfectly by this weekend. I want you to display every intimate detail of your naked body, to control your orgasms, and to exemplify perfect submission. Do you understand?” We both nodded in agreement.
“We will be having guests.”
* * *
Thankfully, school was out for break because Master Ethan was working me hard in anticipation of his guests. His nervous excitement was present in everything we did, and I couldn’t help but wonder who he would want to impress so badly. For the first two days, Master Ethan and I worked on positioning in the mornings and control at night. Lexi worked with us occasionally because she was an experienced submissive that didn’t require extensive training. Tonight, it appeared that he had a different strategy. He wanted to work on something other than my control.
“Come here Jayden,” Master Ethan said in his smooth authoritative voice. I made my way over to him on my knees and then straightened up, lacing my fingers behind my neck. “Put your forehead on the floor,” and I obeyed. He pulled my arms back behind my back and restrained them tightly with a length of the black rope, and while I kept my forehead pressed to the floor; he ran his hands over my buttocks examining the welts from my last punishment. “Spread your legs wider,” he said harshly, and I responded immediately. Running his hands up my thighs and between my legs, he made me feel so incredibly vulnerable in this position, and I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of his hands. “That’s it…” he murmured. “Thrust your hips back, open yourself to me.” Reveling in the exposure as I followed his instructions, I considered that this must be what he meant by displaying the intimate details of my body. Is this what the guests would be seeing during their visit? The thought made me shiver.
Then, he walked around in front of me again and said, “Up.” I straightened up, but didn’t pull my legs together, as he had not indicated that he wanted that. I kept my eyes downcast, and held my position with my hands behind my back. He stroked my cheek with his long fingers. “Open.” I watched, enthralled, as he brought a purple ball to my lips. It was similar to the red one he had used for Lexi, but slightly larger. He pushed it into my mouth and pulled the thick leather straps behind my head, and I felt him buckle the gag tightly into place. That had never been done to me before, and I panicked a bit as it slid home. The ball took up most of the space in my mouth, pressing against my tongue and my back teeth. While I could bite down on it, and it was firm but had a little give, I had to tilt my head back and concentrate in order to swallow. The leather straps I felt pressing into my cheeks would certainly leave slight indentations.
“Maintain your position,” he said, walking over to the assortment of furniture near the back of the room, picking up what looked like a blank leather clad ottoman, and returned to where I was keeling, bound and gagged before him. “Now, I don’t need to get a bar, do I?” he asked, smacking the backs of my thighs with his hands. “You’re going to keep those nice strong legs wide apart, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Answer me properly!” he barked, and slapped several hard spanks onto my naked buttocks.
“Yes, Master!” I tried to say, but the gag muffled and distorted my words. He chucked, and I felt stupid trying to talk with this thing in my mouth. All I could really do behind it was grunt and whimper, just like some kind of animal.
Leaning down so that his lips were next to my ear, he reminded me. “Do you remember when I told you that I couldn’t wait for you to be ready for the gag? Do you remember that I told you I wanted to hear you scream for me, Jayden?” The gag got in my way when I tried to answer him, my reply seemed to come out as a low muffled whimper. After walking over to the wall, he pulled down a long thin leather stick, and then returned before me. It appeared that he wanted to make sure I saw the stick before he walked behind me. I braced myself for the blows.
When the first blow came, it wasn’t what I had expected. Yes, it stung, but it didn’t hurt. The next one, to my upper thigh was the same. It was like he was hitting me, well…hitting me just hard enough to turn me on. Then, it clicked, he didn’t want me to scream in pain, he wanted to make me scream in pleasure, and that thought made me moan loudly behind the gag.
“That’s it. You like that, don’t you? You like for me to spank your ass like this.” Again, I dutifully tried to answer, but he just pushed me over the ottoman. With the stick, he hit everything he could reach from his position, my buttocks, my legs, and even lightly tapped my scrotum as my legs were still so far apart. Not once did I consider moving, instead I just lay across the ottoman, my hands bound behind my back, moaning. Every time the stick struck my skin it was like an electric current to my groin. I w
as so hard that I wanted nothing more than to rub against the ottoman to create enough friction to make myself come, but I could never do that. He was training me, of that I was sure. Master Ethan would be most displeased if I didn’t perform admirably for his guests, and I wanted to make him proud. So, I began to work on my control.
Missouri – Border
West Virginia – Border
Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, abruptly, he stopped. When he started rubbing my buttocks and legs, I let out a long guttural moan. Trapped between my stomach and the supple leather ottoman, my erection was painful, and the urge to grind my hips against the ottoman incredibly strong.
Finally, mercifully, I felt him preparing me; his long delicate fingers probed my anus with the warm wet, lubricant. A long open mouthed groan escaped me as he slid two fingers in and out of me. When I pressed my hips back into his hand, I realized that was the first time I had the conscious thought that I wanted him, wanted his hard sex inside of me, and it shocked me. Then I felt something being pressed into me, but it was cool, and smooth, and hard. Until it started to vibrate, I couldn’t quite place what it was, I moaned loudly as the unexpected pleasure washed through me.
Florida – Confederacy
Georgia – Confederacy
South Carolina – Confederacy
God, it felt good as he slowly fucked me with the vibrator, I quickly listed the states, but it took all of my concentration to keep me from my release. Behind the gag, I made wild animalistic sounds, sounds I didn’t even recognize – deep grunts, pants, and strained whimpers. As my hips moved in response to the thrusts into me, my sex was rubbed against the leather, and all I wanted was to come hard against that leather ottoman. The feeling was maddening.
Then, I felt something that distracted me from the pleasure. Saliva ran around the gag and over my chin. I hadn’t been concentrating on swallowing, and I was humiliated to feel it on my face, like I’d lost control of some bodily function. However, there was nothing I could do; my head was hanging from my position on the ottoman. My attention shifted again as he thrust the vibrator harder into me, feeling my orgasm approaching, I cried out, even begged him through the gag to please let me come. Pleading as loudly as I dared to make him understand, I felt the tears pool in my eyes; I wasn’t going to make it. I was going to fail him again, and I couldn’t fail him.
“I want to fucking hear you. Come hard for me Jayden,” he growled into my ear, and I breathed a sigh of relief before I concentrated on the sensations assaulting my body. As the vibrator drove into me, I rubbed myself against the leather, already slickened by a small amount of semen had leaked from me onto it. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Bucking my hips back and forth, I forced the toy deeper, creating delicious friction. My cries were so loud, they rang behind my ears. Then, I screamed into the gag at the ferocious power of my orgasm. Feeling the onslaught of pleasure, I bit down on the rubber ball in my mouth while Master Ethan held the vibrator inside me, and I came so fucking hard, my semen pooling on the leather beneath my stomach.
I was panting behind the saliva covered gag by the time I was finished, my body utterly spent, and I lay limp on the ottoman. When he unbuckled my gag and pulled it from my mouth, I could see the indentation of my teeth in the rubber.
“I have something better to put in your mouth,” he said in a low strained voice. I opened my mouth to him without invitation, and he rubbed my head affectionately as I felt his warm sex, hard as steel, slide into my waiting mouth. Using everything I had been taught, I ran my soft tongue over every inch, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking hard, and grazing my teeth over his thick sex. “Fuck… You’ve gotten so good…” he hissed as he moved faster in and out of my mouth. When I felt his hands go to my hair, I sucked harder, trying to please him, wanting nothing more than to make him happy.
“Fuck…FUCK….” he cried and I felt the jets of semen pulse into my mouth. Quickly, I swallowed as he filled my mouth, taking every bit from him as he gave a few more thrusts before his orgasm finished, and I swirled my tongue around him. Moaning, he pulled out of my mouth, and I was surprised when he knelt in front of me and murmured in my ear, “You sounded so fucking hot when you came. I just had to let you suck me.” Then, he kissed me on the forehead and stood up.
I rested for a few minutes while he was out of my line of vision, my head hung down, panting. The burning in my thighs was evidence that I had been in the position for too long. When Master Ethan came back, he untied my hands and massaged each of my arms. It felt good, not only from a physical aspect, but also from the affection in his touch. I had pleased him. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he pulled me back to kneel behind the ottoman, and I saw that he had a wet washcloth in his hand. First, he gently washed my face with warm comforting strokes. Next, he wiped my stomach clean from my orgasm, and finally, he cleaned the ottoman, and I smiled to myself.
“You are doing very well, Jayden. I will be proud to show you off this weekend,” he complimented as he ran his fingers through my hair tenderly, like I was his favorite pet, and I beamed at him in response.
His answering smile was full of pride, for me.
* * *
“Hey, Jayden,” Lexi said, her light airy voice was pleasant in the sparse expanse of the kitchen. I had never seen Lexi in the house other than in the playroom. She must have arrived early for our session today, as we still had fifteen minutes until we were due in the room. When I noticed she was wearing jeans with a soft pink sweater, I realized I had only seen her dressed that night in the bar. Clothing suited her.
“Hi, Lexi,” I greeted, smiling at her. When she smiled back, it took me off guard as it softened her whole face; she was just a clean cut kid there in our kitchen. No one would ever think to guess that she was a well trained sexual submissive. Critically, I appraised, and decided that even with her pink sweater, she still looked better in just her leather cuff. I could understand why Ethan kept her naked and waiting for him.
“How’s school?” she asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“Out, thankfully. I don’t think I could concentrate on class while I’m worried about these mysterious visitors,” I whispered to her conspiratorially, not knowing if I was supposed to talk about things from the room outside the room. Ethan and I never spoke about that aspect of our relationship outside the boundaries of the room.
“Don’t be nervous, it’s going to be fine,” she told me, reaching over to ruffle my hair. It was such a kind gesture that it surprised me. This was really the first time we’d spoken since the bar. “He just wants to show his friends how proud he is of you. You’re really doing well, it’s almost like….” she broke off, almost as if she felt she’d said too much.
“Almost like what?” I asked curiously, and turned to face her as she blushed and looked down.
“Almost like you were supposed to be his sub,” she whispered, sneaking a peek up at me to see if I was upset. Shrugging, I let her know her comment didn’t bother me.
“I don’t know why I feel like this about our arrangement. It just feels…Well, it feels natural to me. I can’t really explain it,” I said in a quiet voice, and to my surprise, she nodded.
“I feel like that too.”
A few minutes later, we made our way up to the room together. Just before I reached out to open the door, she took my hand and squeezed it. I smiled at her, and as I turned the knob, she released my hand. Master Ethan was not yet in the room, so we quickly disrobed side by side and assumed our positions, on our knees, waiting for him to arrive. A few minutes later, he entered, and we maintained our positions, facing straight ahead, eyes down. I saw him stroke Lexi’s hair as he walked by on his way to turn on the music as always. Master Ethan had a great appreciation for classical music, and honestly, I’ve started to get hard every time I hear it, no matter where I am.
“We will not have an evening session today, or a morning session tomorrow. This will be our final session in preparation
for our guests. I want you to be well rested and able to perform up to your potential for me. They will arrive tomorrow afternoon, so I want you both in here at noon. Is that understood?” he asked severely, and we both sounded our understanding. I wanted to reassure him that we would do as expected of us for his guests, but of course I remained silent.
“I have a little challenge for you, Jayden,” he continued, and when I looked up into his face, and he told Lexi to come to him. When she knelt in front of him, he pushed her onto all fours facing me. “If you meet that challenge, I will give you a very special treat. However, if you fail…” he trailed off and picked up a long thick leather strap. “Lexi will suffer the consequences.” As an example, he gave Lexi two hard lashes of the strap, and she screamed, her face contorted in pain. I was horrified. That was wrong – why should Lexi have to suffer for my failures? I’d been doing very well this week, but what if I didn’t make it? Should I use the safe word and stop the scene? He would be very angry if I stopped it before it even started.
Assuming what I was thinking, he explained, “That safe word only applies to you. Lexi would have to use her own word, and let me warn you – she’s never used it.”
“Master Ethan, may I ask what the challenge is?” Not that it would matter; I had to at least try.
“That is fair, I think,” he mused. “I am going to fuck you, Jayden. The challenge is merely that you cannot come until after I do. I will not manually stimulate you.” He tilted my chin up so that I was looking into his earnest eyes, and I nodded.
“Very good, Jayden,” he said softly, acknowledging that I could have used my safe word, but I chose not to because of my trust in him. “Now, come over here.” He walked over to the pulley, and I noticed for the first time a complicated set of straps on the floor beneath it – similar to black cargo straps. Positioning me on all fours above the straps, I began to get a little confused until he buckled them around me and cinched my wrists behind my back with another strap. I held my position on my knees, bent at the waist, with my hands bound, and as he moved the lever and the straps became taut as I started to rise.