“Stop! Stop, Sir! Please!”
As they both understood, “stop” did not mean Red.
Kneeling down to gain a better grasp of his wife, Drew continued to taunt her with his fingers and with his words. “A minute to go yet…sure you’re not ready to safeword?”
“No…” she asserted, “Sir…ree…”
“You don’t behave like this when I tickle you elsewhere, Maxine,” he observed. “In fact, if I tickled you right between the legs right now…”
For a moment, Maxine thought she felt the swell of tears in her eyes. “Ohhh, Sir…”
“I guess that’s a yellow…”
“It’s fucking orange, Sir!” she squeaked.
“Twenty more seconds,” he taunted. “Oh, you sweet little thing. Suffering so much for your misdeeds.”
“Fuck…Sir…fucking…fuckballs!”
He began the countdown at five, and Maxine couldn’t wait for this mini-scene to end.
When at last he stopped, she dropped her head into her hands.
“Little one…fuck…are you crying?”
“No, Sir,” she said. “But I still didn’t like it…”
His mind rushed with both relief and a bit of guilt as he bent down to kiss her on the head. But dammit, she was getting to be a little too convincing with the pseudo tears.
“That’s what punishment is all about.”
“I know, Sir…”
“Are we going to sulk now?” his lips whispered against her shoulder.
“No, Sir…”
“Need a little time-out?” he asked gently.
“Please…Sir…”
“I think you need to be held for a bit,” he said as he maneuvered her around and pulled her closer to him. His voice soothed her into a state of calm. “You’re doing tremendously well this evening. Even with the tickling, you didn’t Red me.”
“Thank you, Sir…”
He waited with her until he could feel the tension leave her body, and then asked, “Are you ready to play on?” Drew held his breath in wait for her answer.
“Yes, Sir,” she said with remorse trickling into her words. “I’m ready.”
Reaching his long arm out to the table behind them, he grabbed his phone and returned to the application. “Oh, I like this one, Maxine. Have submissive eat from Master’s hand…”
“That’s not punishment at all, Sir,” she noted duly. “I could lick every square inch of your—”
“Maxine…”
Gently, he settled her back so that she was sitting in front of him while he attended to gathering her food—bites of salmon and some small wedges from a fresh baguette.
He held out his hand right beneath her chin, and Maxine readily began to lap away, daring to nip at his palm in her efforts.
“Are you biting me?”
“No, Sir…not intentionally…”
“Lying again,” he said. “We’re going to work on that, too.”
However, Maxine just continued on with her assignment, licking every one of his fingers—even daring to trace over his palm and to flick his wrist with her tongue.
“I think you’re finished there,” he said and closed his fingers into a fist. “Now, let’s see what’s in store for you next…hmmm. Place ice cube in submissive’s bra. Well, lucky for us that you’re wearing one this evening, Maxine!”
That was an easy do and he pulled a cube from the bucket chilling their wine beside him and dropped it right inside her right cup.
“Mmmm…I needed that, Sir…warm in here…”
Seven more to go and Drew had grown bored. This game would have been fine if they were just pissing any old weeknight away, but he had so much more planned for her that evening. Perhaps, he’d just call this foreplay to greater things.
After consulting his next directive, he stood up rather suddenly, and Maxine couldn’t wait to find out what the hell was coming next. Had he not taken his phone with him into the master bedroom, she would have dared to peek. When he returned, she didn’t see what was in his hand, as she continued to bow her head.
However, that rush of desire consumed her again as he read to her, “Use Hairbrush on sub—and not to actually brush her hair.”
“Pull your panties down to your ankles, then lie back,” he continued. “But don’t take them off. I’m not nearly finished with looking at you in them tonight.”
Maxine eased her thumbs into the fine lace, paused for a moment, then carefully slipped them downward. Settling back on the carpet, she squirmed in her wait.
“I could spank you with this,” he goaded. “But that’s sort of boring. Don’t you think, Maxine?”
“Not boring, Sir, but your creativity always thrills me.”
Meanwhile, he continued to fiddle with the app, just to see what the next punishment would be, and for that suggestion, he would need her phone.
“I’m skipping ahead a bit here.” She could hear him walking about again, back off to their bedroom. “But I think the next punishment goes quite well with the hairbrush torture…”
Hairbrush torture…oh, the words alone nearly set her over the edge.
“Record your submissive while she’s coming,” he said, his eyes dancing over the screen of his phone. “Set it as her ringtone.”
“Oh…shit…Sir…” Maxine whispered. He could see her chest heaving just a bit. Again, she was trying desperately not to laugh.
“Think we can manage all of this with your hairbrush, Maxine?”
“I’m sure you can, Sir…” Instinctively, she opened her legs, mindful of the panties that bound her ankles.
“Make as much noise as you’d like, and feel free to come as soon as you have to,” he encouraged as he placed her phone right next to her head to capture every last little moan from her mouth.
With that promising smile as he leaned over her, he pressed the Mason Pearson brush gently between her waxed lower lips, the extra-stiff boar bristles to her clit. Already, she moved sinuously against him.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, little one?”
She began to thrust her hips against his still hand. Those bristles prickled her, but she delighted in the coarseness as she scraped against the brush. Her only disappointment was that she couldn’t look into Drew’s eyes.
“Oh, yes, Sir…yes!” Her guttural sounds rang out loudly between them, and Drew couldn’t wait to play back the recording. “Fuck, that feels so good…”
With every buck of her hips, he wedged the brush in the opposite direction, switching up his course—left, right and straight up the center—as she rolled her head about on the carpet. Mouth gaping, she couldn’t seem to form a single sentence that made any bit of sense.
“Coming…fuck…fuck…Sir…ohhh…”
Just to surprise her, he changed sequences, alternating between the scrape of the bristles against her clit and the thrust of the handle inside her. And just as she found the rhythm of her ride, he pulled the handle away and attended her swollen, reddened center with the abrasive side of the brush.
“Yes, fuck,” he repeated. “You’re fucking your hairbrush, Maxine…”
“Fuck…more…now…cock…need your cock…”
“Oh, you’re doing just fine with this, little one.”
For good measure, and to settle her down a bit before the next round, he allowed her to grind away at the handle. He simply held it still while she continued to shout nonsensically and propel herself against the smooth grip.
“Gorgeous,” he encouraged her, feeling his own control beginning to slip. “Keep coming for me…”
Thrashing about, she continued to pump away. Oh, she wished she could have the bristles at the same time! They’d have to do this again.
As she continued to writhe in the exquisite play of his Domination, he wanted nothing more than to pull that damn brush away and ease himself inside her. To just take her on the floor right there would have been so thrilling, but he couldn’t allow himself to waver that night.
; When at last he took the hairbrush away, he leaned down to give her nipple, so ripe against the see-through lace of her black bra, a few slow strokes with the bristles.
Maxine merely purred, and her legs pulsed against him while she fell slowly back into a state of calm—yet still in subspace. That was exactly where he needed her to be.
Drawing her near, he grabbed her phone and pressed his thumb down to stop the recording before saving the sounds of their play to her ringtones.
“Good…Kind Sir…”
“Very good, little one…” he lauded her. “How are you?”
Stretching out beneath him to prepare herself for more, she whispered, “I’m fine, Sir…”
“Think we can finish up with this app,” he began, “and move along to something else this evening?”
While her eyes remained closed, he watched the flutter of her lids and the subtle bat of her lashes. “Yes, please, Sir…”
“Continue resting while I seek your next duty,” he said, ignoring his urge to kiss those puckered lips. “Oh, for crissakes—this is just stupid! It’s for novices!”
This one had to be easy, Maxine reasoned, to prompt such ire in her husband.
“Yes, Sir?”
“I just want to be clear—this is the app talking, and not me.” Drew sighed deeply in resignation. “Use your submissive as a coffee table.”
While he continued to seethe over the hilarity of the command, Maxine promptly positioned herself back on all fours and waited, without bothering to pull her panties up.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Alright, Maxine…here’s my wine.”
The crystal rim of the glass was a bit chilly against her skin, and Maxine just hoped she wouldn’t spill anything. Heaven only knew what Siri might suggest. “You could put your feet up on the coffee table, Sir,” Maxine suggested.
“Maxine, do we do that at home?” he snapped. “Alright, we’re done.”
After he swiped the glass away, Maxine rolled herself back to her knees. Oh, she could still feel the tremors of her orgasm from that hairbrush.
“What the fuck is with this thing now?” he shook his phone in his hand. “Okay, first, pull up your panties. Then, go look inside that desk over there. See if there’s any stationary.”
Returning to his side, she held out a few sheets of fine linen paper to him along with a rather expensive fountain pen.
“Okay…ahem. Handwrite an apologetic sentence 25 times,” he cleared his throat. “You are going to bend over this table, and I’m going to stand behind you and watch as you write.”
“Oh, yeah…Sir!” she said, rushing over to the table and taking the pen in her hand. “What shall I write for you, Sir?”
“Twenty-five times, Maxine. I expect neat penmanship. And I’d like you to number each one,” he instructed her. “And you shall write, I will never forget Kind Sir’s Birthday again.”
Spit showered from her lips. She simply couldn’t refrain for one more second. She knew they were scening, but that was just too hilarious.
The stinging crack to her bottom forced her to jump, and she felt the sweet burn all the way through to the crotch of her panties.
“I will never…” she spoke each word as she wrote “…forget Kind Sir’s Birthday again…”
“Alright, Maxine, there’s no need to repeat yourself twenty-five times here.”
“Bad Sassypants…”
“Keep writing…you’re wasting time here,” he scolded, watching as that little ass put on a show for him. Just to up the ante, he stepped up behind her, making certain that she could feel his erection, and peered over her shoulder. “A little neater, Maxine.”
“Ohhh, cock…” she moaned once more. “Need…”
“What’s wrong now? Have to come again?”
“Please, Sir?”
“I can’t do that. I just let you come five minutes ago. We discussed this earlier. You’re very spoiled...”
Bumping against him, she continued to beg as she muddled through her “writing assignment.” Not even Drew’s strength could keep her still. He knew he couldn’t continue on with this game. The punishments were growing sillier with each click, and his impatience hit an all-time high.
“I’m cutting this session short.” His abruptness gave Maxine pause, and she stopped mid-sentence. “Finish up quickly. We have much better—and much more important—things to explore this evening.”
“Twenty-three, Sir…”
“You know, I’m rather pissed off at that damn app. Those tasks were more funishments than anything,” he groused, his tone bitter. “I’m going to cancel my subscription.”
“No, Sir, please,” she begged, as her hand hurried through the last sentence. “I enjoyed some of them!”
“We’ll see,” he returned, “but I make the decisions here, Maxine. If I feel like I’m wasting my money when my own creativity is free here…”
Haughty Drew was indeed a Sexy Drew, and Maxine adored when he threw tantrums in the middle of play.
“Dammit, haven’t you finished yet?”
Spinning around with the paper in her hand, she felt his fingers upon her chin. “Twenty-five, Sir!”
“You may look at me now, Maxine.”
Those green eyes, so trusting and appreciative of his every whim, fluttered open.
“You looked so beautiful tonight, Maxine,” he said. “I know you have this need to behave like a brat sometimes, but you really did a spectacular job with all of this improvisation.”
“Thank you, Sir…”
“Now, remember what we discussed?” His voice was soft and tender once more, yet still commanding. “About taking your journey a little further?”
Maxine nodded with vigor, her lips gaping in anticipation. “Yes, Sir…”
Weaving his fingers through her hair, he smiled so serenely. “Well, we’re going there this evening, Maxine,” he said. “But first, I need to have a few words with you…”
“Uh-oh!”
“No, it’s nothing bad,” he assured her. “I just need you to be at full concentration this evening. No fucking around. You need to pay attention to what I’m doing, and to what you’re feeling. Safety is more important than ever.”
While she appreciated his caution and concern completely, she knew she was ready for the next phase of her submission. She had grown and graduated. And now, at long last, he was going to give her more. “I understand, Sir…”
He had to ignore his own hesitations and simply carry on through. Inherently, he knew that Maxine was quite prepared, and this time, he had to trust himself.
“Come with me,” he said, with an extension to his hand.
Readily, she placed her hand in his and smiled, “My pleasure, Sir…”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Shoes, Maxine?” he said as he held out his hands.
Their journey began with a second tour of the house, led by Drew himself, through a series of dim, maze-like hallways and rooms filled with art and artifacts. In fact, Maxine nearly toppled a suit of armor as they turned a sharp corner before heading into the now empty kitchen.
Over the stone floor, Maxine clomped in her stilettos, as she tightened the belt on the bathrobe he’d insisted she wear while they meandered through the house. Their indulgence in kink was no excuse for indecency. In Drew’s eyes, she would always be that pristine young woman he’d met on that rainy September evening.
“Shoes, Sir?” she repeated.
“We have a rather narrow staircase to maneuver here,” he explained.
Maxine held on to his biceps so tightly as she kicked away her stilettos, then bent over to pick them up.
“Thank you, Maxine,” he said, then shoved his other hand into his pocket, retrieving a large, antique key that he held for her to inspect. “Now, remember—you won the wager today. You behaved in the car, after some bribery and coercing.”
“You diverted me with clever conversation, Sir…”
“See—I think that tickle torture actually
worked this evening,” he noted. “Maybe I should keep that app after all. You’re being quite humble now.”
“Bratty Maxine has left the castle, Sir.”
“Oh, I have a sneaking suspicion that she’ll return sooner or later,” he said. “For now, though, we’ll proceed with your reward.”
“I am most grateful, Kind Sir.”
“I’ll go first, and you hold on to me.” After slipping the key in the lock, he turned to her again and raised his index finger. “It’s dark, and it’s a bit treacherous. Seriously, Maxine, do not fuck around.”
“You had me at treacherous, Sir…”
Of course, the old wooden door creaked as it opened. Standing behind him, Maxine could see nothing. His entire torso blocked her view of whatever their path beheld, but trust led her to follow his way.
The tight stairwell was indeed difficult to navigate, especially in the near darkness, but Maxine wrapped her arms around Drew’s waist and exerted every ounce of caution she could muster. Even in the bathrobe, she shivered a bit with the chilly stone walls surrounding them and the cobbled flooring beneath her stocking-covered feet.
“Are we okay back there?” Drew’s voice echoed.
“Yes, Sir. I’m fine.”
As they descended deeper beneath the castle, the faint illumination of candlelight flickered ahead of them. Two more steps around a curve and the room suddenly came into clear view. As her foot finally hit safer ground, Maxine stumbled as her eyes took in every last darkened corner, and Drew was quick to catch her in his arms.
“Uhhh…Sir?” she murmured so softly that he almost didn’t hear her.
“Yes?” his voice was full of anticipation as he watched that smile spread across those full, pink lips.
“A dungeon?” she questioned. “A real dungeon, just for us?”
“Does it look like a dungeon? Smell like a dungeon?”
Jumping from her tip-toes, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung. “Oh, I love you, Drew! Ohhhhh, yay! Yay, yay, YAY!”
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