by Anthology
It was the second bedroom of the penthouse, a large spacious room with clean white walls, a built in robe with hanging space for his impact toys, bondage apparatus like ropes and other bits and pieces. The St. Andrews cross secured to the wall in one corner, leather covered sofa bed, spanking bench and a love swing which detached from the ceiling to make way for a suspension space filled the room. He watched as Susan wandered around investigating the area. Her skirt and shirt lay neatly folded at his feet. He thought for a moment she may have argued with his demand that no sub entered the room with their outer clothing on. Instead, she removed the offending clothing and stepped inside.
Susan stood with the wardrobe door open gently fingering the numerous floggers in his collection. The black lace long-line bra ending at mid waist hugged the top of her body, while the black stay-up stockings and stilettos elongated her legs. The fact she was bare in-between displaying the thick marks on her ass from the morning punishment made her look sexier than hell. The soft smile that spread across her face as she smelled the leather of his favorite flogger caused his cock to harden impatiently.
“Tell me what items you’re familiar with, what you like and don’t like about each of them.” Blake attempted to make the question specific, deciding it was the best way to ascertain her level of experience and how involved she’d actually been in the scene before she married. It also gave him an idea of how honest she’d been with his questionnaire.
“I’m familiar with most of it. I like the floggers best for impact play.” Susan removed the kangaroo skin flogger from its place on the rack. “I like the heavy thud that accompanies the sting at impact…I mean, I used to like it. The cane and crop provide a nice sting but I prefer the double sensation a flogger provides.”
“What areas do you like flogged?” He held his position near the door, knowing if he entered the room any further all discussion would cease.
He needed to confirm her likes and dislikes. What she enjoyed and what her limits were. Particularly hard limits, the things she absolutely would not do. Hard limits were the no go areas and as her Dom, he’d ensure those activities were off the table in relation to play.
“My shoulder blades, ass, breasts, the backs of my thighs and my pussy, the regular areas I guess.” He could see her peaked nipples through the soft lace of her bra and smiled. This was going to be one hell of a weekend on the pleasure scale for both of them.
He continued to question her. She liked being bound, but not suspended. Her nipples were highly sensitive and she didn’t like anything that caused extreme pain to that area. She liked some sensory play, blindfolds, masks, violet wand. Her hard limits involved edge play activities, knives, breath play, and needle play. Blake was pleased their likes and dislikes were compatible. He wasn’t the sort of Dom that sought to inflict extreme pain on his sub or engage in some of the edgier, more dangerous practices of the lifestyle.
Blake removed his shirt and shoes, placed them over Susan’s clothing and entered the room.
“What else?” He moved toward the wardrobe and retrieved a pair of leather cuffs. When he turned back toward Susan, she had her arms extended toward him, wrists facing upward. “Eager, Sugar.”
“Expectant, Sir.” Her tongue skipped out and swept across her lips as she met his gaze.
“Remove your bra, and don’t try to anticipate what I’m going to ask you to do.” Susan unclipped her bra and let it fall from her body to rest in her hands. “You can go and place that on the clothes pile then come back here.”
He retrieved a few more things from the cupboard while Susan placed her bra with the other items and returned to where she was standing. Blake appreciated this union with Susan was consensual, but he hadn’t yet ascertained how much she was willing to submit. He didn’t want her anticipating what would happen next. He wanted her waiting for his instructions and willingly obeying his commands.
“Now you may present your hands.” Blake instructed and was pleased when Susan did so with a smile. “Do you trust me to keep you safe?”
“I have no reason to believe otherwise so…yes, Sir.”
Blake fastened the cuffs to her wrists and used a long pole to attach a length of chain to one of the hooks embedded in the ceiling.
“This is what’s going to take place.” Blake fastened the cuffs to the chain above her head. “Together we’re going to explore that trust and your willingness to submit to me. You will speak only when spoken to, unless you need to use your safe word. During our time in here there will be one corporal punishment which relates to you lying during our lunch the other week. Do you understand, Sugar?”
Blake could see how aroused she already was. With her arms stretched over her head and secured to the chain her large breasts heaved up and down as a visible indication her breathing had accelerated, her nipples beaded to tight little buds, her skin was flushed and as he spoke her tongue periodically darted across her lips. She maintained a perfect stance, feet braced shoulder width apart, her body straight, both hands level stretched upward on the chain.
“Yes, Sir,” Susan’s breathy tone reflected her arousal.
“We’ll use traditional safe words. So, red to stop, yellow to slow down, and green to continue, unless of course, you’d like to choose something different.”
Susan’s smile was dazzling and her excitement at their imminent start reflected in the sparkle of her eyes.
“No, Sir, I’m a traditional kind of girl. Red and yellow are fine for me.”
* * *
Blake fastened a blindfold over Susan’s eyes. “Now we begin,” he whispered into her ear as his hands began to roam over her naked body.
His touch sparked her arousal, warming her breasts, back, bottom and inner thighs. With the blindfold secured in place Susan found it hard to tell whether Blake was behind her, in front, or at the side. He kept his body distant, the gentle stroking, caressing, brushing over her and tickling of his hands and fingers were the only stimuli available to her.
Something soft and feathery replaced his touch. Susan wiggled, pulling on the chain as she tried to avoid the tickling sensation along her spine.
Shit, I hate being tickled. Susan momentarily wondered why she hadn’t lied and told Blake this was on her hard limit list. Then she reminded herself exactly why. She strongly believed that for any D/s relationship to work there needed to be complete honesty and trust from both parties. Blake trusted her to be honest with him, and despite the wretched feather making its way over her body, she wanted to honor that trust.
Having distracted herself from the moment to think about something else, Susan almost lost her balance and nearly fell as the tickler made its way down the back of her thigh toward her knees. Blake’s strong arm encircled her waist and steadied her. She gasped as his erection lodged between the globes of her butt cheeks, nudging the puckered entry.
Oh God, when did he remove his boxers? Blake flattened his hands over her stomach and pulled her toward him, his erection pushing firmly against her puckered hole. He groaned beside her ear.
“Yellow, please yellow, Sir.” Panic gripped her. He shouldn’t take her like that.
“Yes Sugar, speak to me. What’s happening?” Blake remained behind her, having stepped back slightly. He steadied her body as she tried to calm her mind.
“You need to use lube or something you can’t do it without lube.” Her words came out in a frantic rush.
“I was merely steadying you when you went over on your ankle. I didn’t want you to fall.” He spoke softly and evenly. Unfortunately, my cock just happened to land in a very happy place. Your query does tell me one thing though, Susan. It appears you don’t trust me to keep you safe?”
What a cock-up, so to speak. Of course he was only steadying her. What did she expect him to do, let her fall and dislocate something?
“I do trust you but… I want to…” Susan didn’t know how to reply.
“I will never do anything that causes distress, and I will never take your as
s without adequate preparation. But know this, Sugar, at some point in time I will take that tempting little hole and I’ll take it so hard and so deep you’ll be screaming for mercy.” Blake’s voice carried a tone of warning. He kissed the side of her neck and then withdrew all touch from her. “Are we okay to continue or would you like to stop?”
Did she want to stop? Hell no. Her momentary panic at being dry fucked up the ass was over. She had no idea why she even thought he’d do that in the first place. After spending years with men who said they loved her and would look out for her, only to find out they couldn’t be trusted, had clearly impacted her ability to trust the one man who seemed to be the real deal.
“Green, Sir.” She replied confidently. “I want to continue.”
Susan steadied her stance ready for the feather torture to resume. It didn’t. She found herself standing on display with no idea what would happen next and the anticipation exhilarated her.
Where is he?
Her shocked cry turned to a deep moan as his hand slapped forcefully onto her mound. Blake gripped her pussy firmly, sliding two fingers inside her. Susan groaned at the penetration and the accompanying scissoring action of his fingers. Blake added another digit, stretching her, stimulating her inner walls further. He turned her around in a circle, her cunt now his handle to control her movements, facing her in any direction he chose. Her cunt gripped onto the impalement, every movement stimulating deep inside, edging her closer to sexual relief. Susan cried out and tried to thrust against his fingers, only to have Blake quickly remove them.
His laughter was not something she wanted to hear.
“I may have neglected to tell you, and you clearly haven’t remembered, that the Dom decides when the sub is allowed to come, not vice versa.” He landed a heavy slap on her ass, reigniting the throb in her left cheek.
A second firm slap on the opposing cheek ricocheted straight to her pussy causing her to clench her thighs together. When she heard the whooshing sound beside her, Susan stilled. As if she wasn’t horny enough with no sign of relief, now he had either a cane or crop in his hand.
“Your punishment was only going to be five strikes but I believe I’ll make it ten. You lied to me at the restaurant and you also lied about not wearing knickers making you horny.” Blake unclipped the cuffs from the chain and lowered her arms. He led her a few paces across the room and placed her hands on soft padding. She assumed the edge of the spanking bench or possible the leather bed.
“You will count out each strike and apologize for lying along with each one. Do you understand?” Blake positioned her body so she was bent forward.
It was definitely the bench. The cool leather touched against her front as Blake manipulated her body until she was positioned to his liking.
“Yes, Sir.” She heard a clipping noise and attempted to move her hands. He’d attached the cuffs to bolts at the front of the bench. She relaxed against the padded surface of the apparatus slipping her knees onto the rests at the side.
“Take your legs out of the rests now.” He commanded. “I want your ass up in the air, back arched, legs spread wide with your cunt clearly on display, so I can see how wet being disciplined with the cane makes you.”
Susan immediately rectified her position as Blake began slapping the cane lightly from side to side against her inner thighs until her legs your wide enough for his satisfaction.
“What a beautiful cunt you have. And you’re already delightfully wet.” He slid his fingers between her wet folds and toyed with her clit. “So wet and this little marble of nerves is so swollen.”
Susan moaned loudly, surprising herself with the response. She lurched into the increasing firmness of his finger rubbing over her engorged clit, writhing against his touch.
Sweet relief! He was going to give her some relief at last.
She let out a frustrated scream when he withdrew his hand.
“So near and yet so far, Sugar.” His cock filled her with one quick thrust, pumping into her until she was on the edge of release once more— and then he was gone.
Shit, what a tease.
The sting of the cane whipped across her ass before she had a chance to prepare herself for the impact.
“Yes…one, Sir. I’m sorry for lying.” The last word was hardly out of her mouth when the next sting bit at her flesh.
“Two, I’m sorry for lying, Sir.”
With each stinging strike Susan’s pussy flinched until there was a continual aching pulse between her legs. She counted out each one—four strikes on the butt, and six to the back of her thighs.
“And now for your most recent infraction. Anticipating my actions rather than waiting for me to instruct you. An additional four strikes, no thanks or apology necessary.” He leaned in close as he spoke, kissing her on the cheek when he’d declared the additional punishment.
Her nipples were painfully hard, her cunt moisture laden and aching, her tenderized ass throbbed delightfully. Her arousal levels were already through the roof. Why had she ever walked away from something that awakened her body to this degree?
Whoosh. The cane landed against her thighs once again and she screamed in delight as it bit at her skin. He gave her little recovery time between each strike and, unlike before, didn’t massage away the sting between each delivery. Not that she wanted him to. She enjoyed the pain, the slow dissipation of the sting before it flared once again with the next strike…strike…strike.
Blake removed the cuffs, liberating her from the spanking bench. Susan exhaled a reliving sigh as he helped her stand. When the blindfold came off she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. Standing before her, Blake tilted her chin so she met his gaze.
“I believe you are sorry for lying to me and for attempting to anticipate my actions. I want you to tell me the truth from now on. Even if it makes you feel uncomfortable, or you think I won’t like the answer. I want the truth, Susan. Always.”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll do my best to please you in this.” Blake leaned in and kissed her, lifting her up as he did.
He placed her on the flat leather bed looming over the top of her as he spread her legs and entered her slowly. Susan moaned in conjunction with the entry. He stretched her, filled her, stimulated her every nerve ending with his powerful cock. She clamped down against him as he thrust into her and moved with him, her body rising up to greet each deep thrust he made. Her body was alive, like it hadn’t been in years.
“You are such a beautiful submissive, Sugar. I’d be devastated if you decided to walk away from me.” He continued to thrust deeply, long smooth movements, pleasuring and stroking every enflamed nerve ending inside her wet hole.
Susan delighted in every forceful glide into her as she lay beneath him. Her arousal climbed higher with every plunge until she was clenching and pulsing tightly around his hardness. As she screamed Blake’s name Susan unraveled. The orgasm swamped her as she pumped against the man buried deep inside her. She continued to come, rolling waves of pleasure leaving her breathless by the time Blake jettisoned his release into the condom he wore. He rolled off her, taking her limp body with him and nestling her into his side. As she drifted into a blissful state of subspace, Susan realized one thing. Blake hadn’t only reawakened her body, he’d resurrected something she’d buried long ago. Her desire to please a dominant man like Blake. The only problem was, after all she’d been through, Susan had no idea if she could fully submit to anyone, even a man like Blake.
6
Blake watched Susan mingle at the party. His choice of dress for her hadn’t been questioned. In fact, she rarely questioned any of his instructions. In six weeks they had slipped into what most Doms would consider the perfect situation. He commanded and Susan obeyed. Blake knew that something wasn’t right though. Susan was holding herself back. She might appear compliant in her actions, but she hadn’t submitted to him emotionally. He had her body but he didn’t have her. The authentic Susan remained as allusive as the first time he’d met her.
“You’re welcome.” What other reply could Blake give?
Since Susan had submitted her body to him she appeared happier, more confident. She certainly had changed since they’d first started seeing each other. Still the lingering doubts about her commitment to him persisted.
“Has she told you about the calls from Grant yet?” John asked cautiously.
“Her ex-husband’s been calling her? No she hasn’t mentioned it.” Blake tried to hide his surprise. He thought if they had nothing else Susan was at least being honest with him.
“She mentioned it the other day and asked me about the possibility of getting a restraining order to stop him from contacting her. There isn’t anything we can do legally because he’s made no threats against her. I helped her organize for the phone company to block his number.”
“Why wouldn’t she mention it to me? I could have taken care of it for her.” Blake was annoyed. As her Dom she should have come to him. Susan should feel confident that he’d take care of her, protect her. Clearly she still didn’t trust him enough to be completely honest with him. That wasn’t the sort of relationship he wanted with any sub, let alone Susan.
“She told me she didn’t want to worry you.” John let out a scoffing laugh. “I did try to explain you’d probably be more worried that she didn’t tell you, but she wouldn’t listen. She can be stubbornly independent at times.”
“Yes she can, and surprisingly submissive if she chooses to be.” Blake’s suspicions had been confirmed. She was still maintaining control, not letting herself submit completely. He just needed to find out why.
Armed with John’s enlightening information Blake made his way across the crowded room. The charity function organized by the Law Society was an annual event and members of the legal profession came from around the state to attend. He’d been surprise when Susan admitted she’d never attended one of the balls before, given her ex-husband was a lawyer. Blake wondered if there might be more to the story than she let on. They had never really discussed her marriage and Blake hadn’t pushed the issue, believing Susan would talk about it when she was ready. Likewise, she’d been close lipped about her previous Doms. That needed to end. Susan needed to open up to him. He would not let their budding relationship fall victim to the ghosts of her past dealings with men.