“Absolutely. We are not taking any chances with you or your babe’s health just to fuck.” Oses smirked. “You don’t have to tell him who you’re getting familiar with. He’d probably assume it’s with Betra anyway.”
I sighed. “This is so embarrassing.”
“But you’ll do it, or we’ll say goodbye right now.”
I squirmed. I was still feeling the effects of the damned vibrator on my clit. The last thing on my mind was walking away from Oses. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted his mouth on me too. I wanted both his dicks in me.
“All right,” I sighed at last. “I agree to all your terms.”
Oses chuckled and shook his head. “You’re getting something out of this too, you know.”
“I sure hope so.”
He laughed out loud at my dour tone. “Oh pet, you are going to be so much fun to train. I foresee much discipline in your future, and I am not at all disappointed with that.” He ran his fingers over my scalp, stroking my hair with an air of delight. “Shall we start?”
“Ready when you are.” At his sudden cold stare, I hastily added, “Master.”
“Very good. Stand up and turn your back to me.”
I did so. Oses didn’t help me to my feet this time, and I felt awkward getting up with my hands still clasped behind my neck. I wasn’t sure that I had to leave them there, but it seemed a good idea to err on the side of caution.
I made my clumsy way to my feet and turned as I’d been instructed. “Legs apart,” Oses said. “Whenever possible, your pussy is to be open for my gaze and use.”
The firm tone and his words had juices flooding all over again. Pavlov’s dog has nothing on my crotch.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when strong hands closed over my buttocks. Oses rubbed the mounds, massaging them with delightfully calloused fingers. His palms were warm, and I moaned with delight. He has a strong touch.
“You have had dulma? Laxan?” he asked.
I’d heard the words before and thought they had something to do with sex, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember the acts they went to. “I don’t know what those words refer to, Master,” I gasped.
“Dulma is spanking, usually of the bare-handed kind. Laxan is a Kalquorian man’s primary cock fucking your ass.”
“Yes, I’ve had those done to me, Master.”
“Excellent. Have you been exposed to straps, floggers, or the like?”
My pussy gave an involuntary clench. “Yes, Master.”
One of Oses’ hands moved from my ass to my pussy. His fingers slid along my juicy slit and I moaned.
His voice came out in a growl. “I take it you enjoyed being beaten.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And restrained?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. That’s where we’ll start then.”
Oses went to the strange object I’d noted before, the kind-of pommel horse looking thing. He dragged it from the wall ... from the way his big arm muscles strained I guessed it was pretty heavy ... towards the most open part of his cramped room. Then he touched the wall it had stood against and a drawer opened out. He took out looped straps with clips at their ends. I swallowed as he also took out a thick, rubbery looking strap. He moved to stand next to the pommel horse.
“Lean over this,” he told me.
I started towards it. “Stop right there,” Oses commanded, and I froze with my foot in the air, not even having taken the first step. “You will crawl wherever you are commanded to go. Hands and knees only, pet.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered. That weird feeling was back, the one where I felt nervous and yet secure. I think it had something to do with Oses spelling out exactly what he wanted from me. I wasn’t left guessing in the least. All I had to do was listen and obey. It really did simplify things ... now if only the rest of life came with step-by-step instructions.
I knelt down and crawled over to that hulking beast of a man and his strange bit of furniture. Once I got there, I stood and draped myself over it. I’d expected it to kind of dig into my stomach. Yet with all the padding, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Oses put one of those loops of his around one of my ankles. He latched it to the lowest metal hooks on the leg of what I was now thinking of as the strapping horse. He tightened the loop a bit to make sure it wouldn’t slip off my foot, but still loose enough that he could fit his finger between skin and strap. “There shouldn’t be a problem, but if you feel your circulation become compromised, you will tell me immediately,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
I felt like a parrot who’d learned only one phrase. Yes Master, yes Master, yes Master. Shalia wants a cracker. It was probably the nerves that came close to making me giggle. I stopped myself by thinking of Oses with that thick rubber strap in his hand. That left me scared spitless and aroused all at once.
He secured my other ankle, then came around the front of the strapping horse to latch two more loops higher up on that side of the legs. From my position, peeking through my hair, I could see those muscled knotted arms and big, merciless hands as they worked. I shivered.
He told me, “These tethers are for you to hang onto with your hands while I wear that pretty ass out. Can you do that, or do I need to bind your wrists instead?”
“I can hang on, Master.” Somehow it was more exciting that I would be free and forcing myself to accept his dominion, rather than being tied down powerless.
“Good pet.” Oses handed me the loops and walked around behind me.
I remembered how Dusa and Esak had taught me to not tense when discipline was on the menu. Thinking about big, bad, scary-hot Oses beating my butt made that exceedingly difficult.
His hands rubbing my rump elicited a breathless scream. Damn, I was keyed up.
“Easy, little one,” he soothed. “I promise to make it hurt without injury. You can trust me for that.”
He said something else that I didn’t catch, but I figured out what it was when the clit vibrator suddenly came to life. My moans came out for entirely different reasons than terror this time. My feet jerked in reaction but didn’t have far to go in their bindings. I clenched the loops tight in my fists as heat uncoiled in my pussy, pulsing through my belly.
“That’s it, pet. Good girl.”
The heavy hands massaging my ass disappeared. I sighed unhappily to feel them go, but the pad humming against my nubbin stole away most of my disappointment. Damn, it felt good. I lost myself in the exciting throbs, urging desire upward. I wanted more. I wanted to realize the promise of what this little toy could do, having felt it at full power before.
As my mind began to unveil a laundry list of all I wanted in that moment, Oses struck. There was a heavy swack sound. An instant later the meatiest part of my ass caught on fire.
My feet yanked hard on the loops keeping them prisoner, and for an instant I let go of the ones in my hands. Holy crap, it hurt! I remembered myself despite the searing pain and got hold of the tethers once more. Jeez, had we discussed how many of those I was going to get? I couldn’t remember for the life of me.
Oses’ hand caressed one blazing buttock. “Where are we, pet? Keep going, discuss, or sholt?”
I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “How many, Master?”
“Enough to turn your ass and thighs red. You seem to mark rather easy, so ten I think. Can you handle it?”
I swallowed. There was no denying just the one lick had hurt unbelievably. Yet there was still something about being bent over Oses’ pommel horse (or whatever it was called). Giving him myself entirely continued to keep me turned on. Plus the clit vibrator was returning to my consciousness, making my guts feel tumbly-good. I worried that if I stopped Oses from wearing my ass out, all the other good stuff would end too. I didn’t want that. Maybe if I concentrated on the sensations of the clit toy I’d not notice the strap so much? It was worth a shot.
“I’m okay, Master. Please continue?”
“Very good,
pet. I am delighted to allow your request.”
He sounded happy with me. Good, that was good. I concentrated on the vibrator. Yeah, that felt damned fine, and when I wasn’t noticing the sharp stinging that continued from Oses’ first lick, the heat that pulsed from that streak of hurt added to the excitement. I just had to keep my ass relaxed so it wouldn’t hurt too much. Maybe if I channeled all the tension into my hands clutching the loops—
Another swack, like a thunderclap from God Himself. I shrieked and writhed from the blistering pain that erupted in its wake. This time it was just above where Oses had hit me before.
“Look at you dance, my beauty. That is quite lovely.”
I moaned. Fuck, it hurt. Yet I was really, really noticing the clit vibrator too. I don’t know if it was an instinctual self-protective gesture on my body’s part to try and distance itself from the beating I’d agreed to, or if that weird submissive part of me was getting off on the discipline and therefore enhancing my clit’s sensitivity. Right that moment, I couldn’t tell whether I was more in hell from pain or heaven from arousal.
The next blow landed right above the back of my right knee, just where my leg started getting meaty. A second found the same mark on the other leg. I don’t know how the tethers held my ankles as I kicked hard to free them. My strapped flesh sizzled with misery. My clit throbbed with happiness. Elation stabbed deep in my core and tears dripped from my eyes to the floor below. I was wrecked and loving it.
It’s official. I am beyond weird.
Oses continued to praise me. “Gorgeous, little Shalia. Such a good girl.”
The next lick landed just below my buttocks, square on where my thighs began. Oh gosh, I don’t know what was going on in my head, but the pain suddenly was good. I fucking liked it. Something in me begged for it. I’d had some fun before with the lighter roughness I’d enjoyed with the other Kalquorian men who’d fucked me, but this was more intense. Oses turned my flesh raw, and I wanted him to keep right on going.
Another smack, this one just below where his first strap had landed. Oh, that one was beyond good. The fire of it zapped right to my clit, which was engorging and pressing desperately hard against the vibrating pad that covered it. My pussy clenched, as if I would orgasm right then and there. I think I nearly did.
The strap struck the backs of my legs between where the previous two had gone. Oh, my master wasn’t going to miss an inch. I sobbed my gratitude as fresh infernos lit on my skin and in my core. There wasn’t so much pain as just intense sensation now. It was like every swat hit something delightful within my pussy.
The next two came quickly, landing right above where he’d gotten me over the knee area. I yelled as fire shot from the blows to my crotch. My entire body shuddered and writhed.
“Ah, what a beauty you are. Dance, little Shalia. That’s my pet.”
The last swat was on the lowest point of my bottom. I had a kind of mini-orgasm then, my pussy rolling a lovely little ball of happy through itself. I panted, hoping for more.
Oses disappointed me. “I think that will do for now. You are the most charming shade of red.” He switched the vibrator off.
My only thought was that it couldn’t possibly be over. Damn it, it was just getting good! “Please, Master? Just a little more?”
Oses chuckled. “I love the enthusiasm, pet, but I’m not one to leave bruises or worse.” He patted my ass affectionately. I don’t think he used any force, but the sting was pretty darned profound where his hand found welts.
Okay, I thought, that could do too. I moaned to let him know I liked it.
“Who’s in charge here, Shalia?” Oses’ tone was light, but there was a dark undercurrent to it that sent ice through my veins.
“You are, Master,” I whispered.
He came around the front of the horse. I felt his big hand grab a handful of my hair at the back, and he pulled my head up so I could look into his beautifully savage face. His look was as steely as it could get, which made me scared and excited all over again.
Oses told me, “I will forego the pain relief since you are enjoying the effects of the beating so much. If you attempt to push your own agenda again however, I will send you out of here with a perfectly painless ass and no orgasm.”
“Yes, Master,” I whimpered.
The tough bastard then untethered me from his strapping horse. He lowered me to the floor and stooped down to have a good look at me.
“Do you need a break yet, pet? Pay attention to your body and tell me how you feel.”
I did as he said, checking not only how bad my ass and legs hurt, but also my state of mind. Beyond the heated stinging of my spanked flesh, my body was a roiling mass of want. My brain was eager to see what Oses had in store for me next. I thought I was good to go.
“I’d like to continue, Master,” I told him.
Oses had been studying my face while I evaluated my well-being. He nodded, apparently content with the answer. “Very well. Crawl to the middle of the floor and kneel as you’ve been taught.”
I did as he told me while he crossed to the bed and sat on its edge. My fingers laced at the back of my neck, thrusting my tits out. My legs splayed wide, opening me and showing me off except where the clit pad covered.
“Satacri, fihul.”
The vibrations on my clit were back, this time at full force. I jerked and a cry left my lips. All at once, my entire body clenched hard around the excitement stampeding through it.
“Quiet, pet. Stay still.”
Oses sat there and watched me as I knelt before him, my whole body shaking uncontrollably under the delicious assault. Spikes of elation drove deep from my clit into my gut, coiling tight until I could feel something inside fraying from the tension. I was going to come and come hard. I hoped. I had an ugly feeling things wouldn’t go quite the way I wanted, however.
I was right. I was nearing the tip of the peak where everything would let loose when Oses said, “Sholt.”
A flood of tears escaped my eyes as the humming ceased. Damned controlling Kalquorians and their teasing. Did they all go to school for this or something? It seemed every one I’d been with had loved to torment me with near climax, only to snatch it away at the last possible second. Dominating bastards. I had the feeling I was with one of the most severe examples of that mindset too.
My belly hurt with the interruption. Somehow I managed to hold as still as my trembling nerves would allow and keep my mouth from calling Oses every name in the book. I had no doubt he would send me back to my quarters unfulfilled if I disrespected him in any way. Sure, I could rub one out on my own, but it wouldn’t be nearly as good as getting properly fucked by a Kalquorian. I knew that for a fact.
“Satacri, werpac.”
The vibrator cranked up again, this time at the more sedate level. It didn’t matter, however. I was still too anxious and aroused from everything that had led up to this moment. I was already moving up that peak again, albeit a bit slower this time. I bit my lips to keep back the moans that rose from my pussy to my throat. I tried my best to keep my breath steady too and to calm the shaking that enveloped me from head to toe. I thought maybe if I could fool Oses into not noticing how close I was that I’d snag an orgasm before he could stop me. Ah, foolish dreamer that I am.
Once more I poised just a moment before crescendo when the Nobek said, “Sholt.”
Bitter agony came over me once more. My pussy shuddered involuntarily, trying to realize orgasm without stimulation. It wasn’t enough. I was left hanging, more tears drenching my cheeks as I fought to obey this harsh master I’d given myself to.
I beseeched him with my eyes, pouring my desperation into the gaze. He only looked back at me, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“Satacri, werpac.”
Shivering ecstasy rose yet again, refusing to believe it would be denied. My libido is a glutton for disappointment. It insisted, this time he’ll let me.
Purple eyes watching my face
with such intent that I could feel his gaze boring into my skull, Oret leaned over and grasped one of my nipples. He squeezed until I hissed with a mixture of pain and desire. As soon as I reacted, he rubbed the tender bit gently with his thumb, easing the sting. Then he did the same with my other nipple. Squeeze and soothe.
I panted with need. Only the threat that I’d go back to my room unsatisfied kept me from trying to jump on this cruel and wonderful Nobek, to pull his dicks out of his pants and shove them in my pussy and ass.
Massaging my tits, Oses said, “Fihul.”
The vibrations increased. I swear, my eyes crossed as my clit became the center of my universe. All I could feel was the mounting orgasm, growing huge as it tried to power its way through me, fighting for escape. The silence Oses had commanded was beyond my power. Moans that were almost screams poured from my lips.
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