Behind that mask, she hoped he couldn’t see her eyes chancing a look across the room to the cane. She knew it would sting like nothing she’d experienced, but she remained hopeful that he’d at least give it a try.
Once he’d settled her upon the leather straps, with her bare ass exposed for his use, he attached her hands to the cuffs that were attached to the chains. “Must restrain your arms,” he muttered. “With my luck, you know Sass in sign language.”
As Drew moved on to her feet, Maxine remained mobile—pliable to his whims. He’d literally left just enough slack for her legs to move.
Dangling from the air like a spider spinning a web, she moaned.
“Try to kick me, Maxine,” he suggested, just to make sure that his backup plan worked.
Gently, so as not to hurt her Kind Sir, she moved her foot between them, taking extra caution with that spiked heel. She felt the pull of the leash between her legs, daring this dance to move onward.
“So pretty, my gorgeous wife…” he said, carefully circling around her for his final inspection. Bound…gagged…cinched…and clamped…the mere sight of her just made him sigh.
Behind the metal bars of the mask surrounding her head, he could see those big green eyes. “What an adorable little prisoner you make, Maxine.”
Words garbled, she managed, “Thank you, Sir…” against the gag.
“You’re going to be sore. But you know what to do if the pain is too intense,” he said, slipping his finger through the mask to stroke her cheek. “I will take care of you.”
With that, he gave one more tug to the chains and then crossed the room.
Maxine couldn’t see what he was doing with her peripheral vision shadowed by the mask. Limited perception, in some ways, was a little more disconcerting to her than complete sensory deprivation. Mere glimpses left her with a distorted reality of their play.
However, in her own inability to see what exactly he’d planned to do to her body, her awareness heightened, with gravity enhancing her aches and pains. She felt the tightness of the bars clamped over her breasts and the puncture of the alligator clamps at her nipples. She did indeed feel a greater agony—one that she embraced entirely.
“So, Maxine,” Drew broke the heavy silence between them. “I’m trying to decide if I should let you come…”
“Owwwww…”
“Oh, I know…” he said, taking on that condescending tone that left her both angry and adoring every time. “I’m supposed to be rewarding you tonight…”
Maxine could hear him cracking something against his hand, perhaps that tiny paddle from her toy chest.
“Also deciding how many whacks you should get, front and back, this evening.” Twenty-five had been their standard, but she hoped he might dare to give her just a few more.
“Mmmmmm…” Maxine could actually feel her lips vibrating against the rubber ball in her mouth with every noise she attempted to make.
“Fifteen each—back and front, Madame McKenzie,” he said with sudden decision. “But I still need to figure out what to do about those five extras for the eye rolling a few minutes ago…”
However, he didn’t keep her guessing for long.
That shock of the first swat from the cane forced Maxine to bite down into the gag. The thin reed branded her ass with the imprint of the bamboo, and he heat emanating over her ass awakened her. That thrill only heightened her anticipation over what he was planning for her next.
Four more cracks decorated her ass, creating a crosshatch pattern over her pale skin. Every strike was precise.
The sting was indeed sharper, almost striping her ass with hot narrow lines. While he took things easier on her that night than he would after she gained some tolerance, the slice of each strike bit at her skin, leaving her with distinct reminders of their play—and of what was to come.
And just as she tried to brace herself in midair for a fifth thwack, he switched things out and slapped the tiny leather paddle against her clit.
Although she knew she could so easily allow her control to slip, she wrangled with the orgasm that threatened to sweep her along in its wave. But Drew couldn’t rest until he took her hand to ascertain her true tolerance. No squeeze. She was still at Green. And all was a go.
However, before he moved forward with her caning and spanking, he stepped closer for a good look at her breasts. Carefully, he traced his finger over her skin, noting the imprint of the metal bars that compressed her, then carefully tickled toward her nipples, clenched between the teeth of the new clamps.
Likewise, he ran his fingers over her ass, and he could indeed feel the welts upon her skin. She’d certainly need some First Aid afterward, but they’d weather that together—if she didn’t Red him first.
Just watching her writhe against the restraints—seeing her fight with all of her might to stave off that ever-impending orgasm—brought him such pleasure. She kicked those spike heels in the air in a near tantrum, while her arms fought to pull at the chains.
All the while, she could feel herself floating above it all—the sudden starts with every spank of the cane, the pull at her wrists and ankles, the weight of those clamps at her nipples. This buffet of pain—with samplings spanning every nerve ending in her body—brought such a wide range of hurtful pleasures to endure.
By the time he’d reached fifteen in both directions, he circled around the swing to face her. It was the first close look Maxine had of her husband since they began this most rigorous part of the scene. Those blue eyes were fierce, passionate and ready to play on—yet brimming with such compassion. It was a look she saw often, and one that he reserved only for Maxine.
“Enjoying yourself?” he teased, prompting a groan deep within Maxine’s throat. He’d finished with the cane, and she could feel the inferno burning over her ass.
Her first experience in caning certainly scorched like nothing he’d attempted before—each strike was sharp and centralized. However, she withstood this new threshold with stamina and confidence—and her arousal threatened to claim her again.
“I think Naughty Sassy Maxine needs to come,” he said, the corners of his mouth curving upward so slightly. “What do you think?”
In desperation, she bucked against the sling, her voice subdued again by the gag.
“How about I continue to spank your little clit while you come?” he suggested. “Would you enjoy that?”
As best she could, given her restraints, Maxine nodded enthusiastically, waiting for the word.
“I’m going to spank you through thirty-five—including the five whacks for rolling your eyes,” he warned her. “You kick me if it’s too much…”
As he moved between her open legs, Maxine just thrilled in the slap of that leather against her already throbbing clit. Occasionally, he tugged on the labial leash, and once he granted her permission to slip down over the edge, she convulsed in her own pleasure. There were so many sensations—pain, interspersed with jags of white hot electricity that left her bellowing into that gag for more.
Drew continued to hold her with one steady hand, whipping away with the other. As she arched her back, he knew those breasts had to be paining as her entire body trembled in the fulfillment he brought her with each and every slap. The intensity of her orgasm seemed boundless. The more he gave her, the more she so desperately wanted.
With his simultaneous pull at both the leash and the nipple clamps, Maxine relished that sweet agony of his torture. This night was exactly what she’d been ravenous for—to test her own limits in her submission to Drew.
“And the last five…” Drew stepped back to look at the raw beauty of the moment as she swayed and swung, so bound in delight.
“Just keep coming, Maxine,” he encouraged. “You just love to have your little clit spanked, don’t you?”
As he stepped up to finish off the final round with the paddle, he knew it was time to start slowing her down again before building her up for the finale of the scene. His hand was much lighter,
allowing her to calm a bit from the frenzy of arousal that encompassed her.
As Drew gave her one final strike, Maxine knew this was only the quietude before the next storm.
Still, Drew fretted that she was lost too deeply in subspace to communicate. Through the slats of the mask, he wove his fingers to stroke her hair as best he could. He had to settle her enough to gain a sense of her true comfort level.
His hands locked around her waist, he steadied the sling while her breathing leveled. He watched her eyes, which never lost that spark of desire, lapse in the intensity of her gaze.
“Are you hurting too much?” he murmured.
Maxine shook her head.
Drew, however, wasn’t quite ready to leap back into the scene. She needed a time-out whether she could admit to it or not. He was her voice of reason when she fell into a state of incapacitation. He called the ultimate shots in their sexual games. Whether it was a soothing touch or soft words whispered in her ear, he had to level out her reality versus her arousal.
Control became a difficult duty as she thought about her second round of pending pleasure. She could no longer wait for his finish. She wanted to feel that rush when he removed the clamps. She wanted to call out his name as she gave herself to him once more.
However, he had to release her from her restraints first.
Cautiously, Drew took her legs in his hands to still her. He first unfastened one foot, then the other, and dutifully eased her down to the floor. As Maxine tapped her feet upon the concrete to stretch her legs, Drew held on to her as he reached to release one hand at a time.
“Shake them out,” he said, his fingers massaging her forearms. “Good girl…”
Next, he unlocked the mask around her head, divesting her of the gag. He was just close enough to mold his lips against hers for a plundering kiss. While Maxine relished his affection, the bars covering her breasts blocked any close physical contact.
And that’s just how Drew wanted it.
With a pull on the leash, he whispered against her mouth, “Can you walk, Maxine…? Can you make it to the table?”
In his eyes, Maxine caught the look of almost fear. Gauging the distance, she’d guessed only a few feet separated her from their destination.
Again, though, Drew was one step ahead. “I’ll walk you. And I won’t let go…”
He didn’t want to just remove the clamps with her standing there in a pair of stilettos. Lifting her into his arms was out of the question, as he’d hurt her unintentionally with those bars in the way. He needed her to be somewhat comfortable. Having her on her back—on a flat, steady surface—was the best possible way to get the job done.
“I can do it, Sir…”
As he held her leash, Drew stepped up behind Maxine and wrapped his arms around her waist. However, he found that he had to give a little jerk to the metal chain to reel her back to reality as she pressed her ass against his cock.
“Stop it right fucking now,” he admonished. “I’m worried about your safety.”
“Bad Maxine,” she muttered, shuffling her feet against his stronghold. “Sorry, Sir…”
“Maxine…”
Stilled suddenly by his angry tone, Maxine caught her breath. She wanted to come. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel every trace of pain he had to give to her.
However, she was cognizant of the fact that before she could receive her restitution, she had to make it to that fucking table, and slowly, she placed one foot in front of the other.
“I still don’t understand why it’s so fucking hard for you to just do as you’re told,” he berated her from behind. “One of these days, you’re going to push yourself too damn far.”
“But I like pain, Sir…”
“You like sexual pain, Maxine,” he corrected her. “I don’t think a broken arm would feel quite as invigorating…”
As they reached their ultimate destination, he turned her ass toward him with the utmost caution.
“Not as bad as I thought it would be,” he began. “Certainly no splinters from the cane.”
“Ohh!” she wailed. “Splinters, Sir?”
“Only if you use a cheap cane,” he explained to her as he turned her around once again. “We don’t skimp around here in your submission, though. Only the best for my little brat.”
“Thank you, Sir, but I’m no stranger to splinters,” she reminded him.
“Are you asking me to pluck you again?” he teased.
“You can pluck my ass any day, Sir…”
The metal leash clanged against the table as he hoisted her up to sit. She stiffened as her ass met the wood, and he was quick to turn her over.
“Now, let me see what I’ve done here…spread your legs,” he ordered as he bent down between them for a closer inspection of his paddling. Red, swollen and beautiful.
As he scooted her closer to the edge, Maxine whimpered over her sore bottom but opened her legs wider for him. “Take me, Sir…”
“Not yet.”
Catching the labial clamps between his thumbs and forefingers, he released them both at once, only to prompt a sated sigh from Maxine. This just left him boggled. Below the waist, nothing ever seemed to hurt her. Sometimes, she admitted that she felt a little tender inside after a particularly vigorous fuck. However, toys that were intended to cause some discomfort did nothing but accentuate her arousal.
Leaning in closer, he placed the tiniest of kisses there, then took each lip into his mouth for the softest of suckles.
“Killing…me…Sir!”
Pulling himself up, he propped his hand on his hip and frowned. “Killing you? Are we over-exaggerating again, Maxine?”
“Dying, Sir…” she insisted, wiggling her welted ass against the wooden table top.
“I don’t think there’s ever been a case in history where a submissive has literally expired from orgasm denial…”
“First for everything, Kind Sir…”
“How she loves to whine,” he mumbled to himself as his hand reached for the zipper of his jeans. “You need to lie back. I think I’m ready for you now…”
“Mmm…” Maxine purred as he lifted her feet to rest on the table. It was just the perfect height for fucking.
With one slow plunge, he was inside her. Just as Maxine had forgotten all about the instruments of torture attached to her breasts, his fingers began to work at the screws on the crusher, releasing her slowly from restraint and into that dizzying realm of pure pleasure. As the blood began to rush back into her breasts, she could still feel the imprint of the metal bars—the pressure that had enclosed around her. She was swollen and sore…but so very sated.
“Come…come now, Maxine…” His voice was strained with his own arousal.
Just as she tipped over and into that scintillating space where there was only ecstasy, he pulled away the alligator clamps and watched as Maxine writhed beneath him, wailing in both discomfort and divinity.
Wincing over the welts on her ass, she indulged in the scratch of the aged wood against her warm and raw skin, branded by the cane. Just thinking about how beautiful the marks would be heightened her already raging orgasm. She couldn’t wait to see herself in the mirror.
As always, though, Maxine hungered for more.
“You…” she could barely breathe as his lips nibbled one bud then the other. “Your teeth…your teeth, Sir…”
“Oh…fuck…Maxine…fuck!” he groaned, punctuating each syllable with the buck of his hips.
“Pleeeease…bite…”
The squeak of her tiny little voice beseeching him never ceased to propel Drew into oblivion. There was simply no way that he couldn’t oblige her. As he dipped his head for a nibble, Maxine raked her fingers through his hair, tearing at those thickets of waves as she thrashed about.
“Oh, fuck…Drew!”
Together, they came as his teeth tore at her skin, indulging her in the fullest circle of their dark romance. That frenzied thrust of his hips against her delivered t
hem both into utopia, hurtling them into unparalleled bliss.
For a moment, he just held her, rubbing his hands all over her body. Without thought or hesitation, he lifted her against his chest, slipping gently away from her and cradling her head as he coddled her.
“Bite me again, please?” she murmured against his chest and wrapped her fingers around the collar of his shirt.
“You need to relax,” he said. “I am not going to bite your tits again.”
Maxine’s hands passed over her breasts, evaluating her own pain. But his hands were quick to replace hers, kneading her now so gently. “Let me do that…”
“Mmm…nice…thank you…”
“You’re okay?” he asked, wondering if he, himself, was alright.
“Hurts a little,” she admitted, watching as his palms smoothed over her nipples. “Itchy…”
“Itchy?” he repeated, incredulous, as his mouth returned to pacify her. “You always have an itch…”
“Drew…?” she whispered, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw while his fingers continued to massage her.
“What, my little one?”
“Thank you for your trust…and for your patience…and…” she began “and…for my pain…”
At that moment, he had to hold her—and squeeze her tight. “Tell me about tonight, Maxine,” he encouraged her. “Tell me what you liked…and what you didn’t like…”
While attending to Maxine’s backside and breasts remained a concern, discussion was of the most importance.
“Well, I’m not going to lie to you—the cane was rough, but that was only the first time,” she said thoughtfully. “I’d like to work with it some more if you’ll agree?”
“I would love that, Maxine,” he said with a kiss to her lips. “And what else?”
“I loved the little paddle…”
“You did, didn’t you?” he mused. “And the swing?”
“Would you fuck me on it next time?” she asked quickly. “On the one we have at home?”
“Oh, little one, that could be done on a Vanilla Night…” he said rather dismissively. “And…? Anything else?”
“And the clamps…” Maxine said, looking up into his eyes and touching her fingertips to his cheek. “You gave me what I asked for, Drew.”
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