Releasing Kate

by Cyna Kade

  Kate couldn’t bring herself to leave before she found the truth. Swallowing hard, she nodded.

  “Then it is time for your education to begin. The clan has rules for Dominants and submissives.” He chuckled. “Well, the rules are more for submissives. You need to learn them.” His voice hardened. “First rule—anytime you break a rule I will punish you. Second rule—you obey me without hesitation. The third rule is mine. You don’t wear clothes in my home unless I say. You will be naked most of the time.” Michael moved close and grabbed her again. He finished stripping her before pushing her to her knees. “Do you understand the rules, Kate?”

  Wide-eyed and stunned, she couldn’t answer.

  Michael threaded his fingers through her hair and forced her head back. “You just broke a rule. Which one, Kate? Tell me which rule you broke?”

  “I…hesitated.” Kate stopped.

  Michael’s grip intensified. “Which rule is that, Kate?”

  “Rule two!”

  “Very good. What does rule one say?”

  Kate’s eyes filled. “You will punish me. Please, Michael—”

  “No, Kate. I can and will punish you.” Michael went to his knees in front of Kate. He let go of her hair and captured her face. “Kate, are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  Kate stared into his golden eyes. “No I’m not sure but I have to know where we can go.”

  Michael smiled. “Good girl! Let’s go find a suitable punishment for you.” He stood and helped her to her feet.

  Michael led her to the bedroom and tied her to the bed. He then proceeded to work on her all evening. He caressed and bit and pinched. She was so aroused and needy but he kept pushing her to a peak then stopping. He counted how many times she broke the rules and told her he’d continue tormenting her until she learned them.

  “You’ll never know satisfaction again if you don’t get it right.” He continued until she obeyed without hesitation.

  She clenched her jaw in an effort to stop begging for satisfaction. Still he didn’t stop. Finally she fell asleep, exhausted from being held on the peak for so long.

  * * * * *

  Kate woke the next morning, unsatisfied. Her vagina ached with emptiness. Her clit felt enlarged and sore, as did her nipples. She looked down to see them erect and begging for attention. She pulled against the fur cuffs holding her spread-eagled. She longed to masturbate, to ease her need. She squirmed against the bed but got no satisfaction.

  Michael entered the room with a finger against his lips, cautioning her to silence. “Close your eyes and don’t peek,” he said.

  Kate instantly obeyed. She kept her eyes closed despite all the noise Michael made. She was curious. What was he doing? But she didn’t dare peek. If nothing else, she’d learned to obey.

  It seemed like an eternity to Kate before Michael said, “Open your eyes.”

  She immediately noticed the heavy curtains shutting out the daylight. She turned curious eyes to Michael but remained silent. Michael smiled and pointed.

  Kate looked over to see a chest sitting in the corner.

  “Have I told you how much I like toys? That’s my toy chest. I think you’ll really enjoy some of them. I know I will. But not right now. That first,” he said as he pointed to the other corner of the room.

  Kate looked over to see a small table. Arranged on the table were some of Michael’s collection. She looked at him questioningly.

  “Very good, Kate. I guess our session last night did teach you something,” he said. He picked up the smallest statue, small being a relative term. The jade object was easily two inches across and eight inches long. Not too large but not small either.

  Michael walked to the bed and caressed her stomach.

  Kate’s eyes widened in lust and embarrassment. Was he going to use that thing on her? Her cunt clenched. She needed something but did it have to be a dildo? Why couldn’t it be Michael’s large, warm cock? She stayed silent. Michael’s intent gaze clearly indicated that her concerns were of no matter to him.

  “This is your first punishment,” he said.

  Kate nearly groaned. If this was punishment, what was yesterday? With her legs tied apart there was nothing to stop Michael from putting the tip in her vagina. The jade stone was cold, erotic and scary all at the same time.

  Michael looked at her. “Relax. This won’t hurt too much.” He smiled as he slowly worked the dildo into her vagina. She felt her vagina stretch. The cold of the hard stone bit deep and chilled her need a little.

  Michael stroked her clit and toyed with a nipple. Pleasure warred with the hard object in her vagina and she tried to escape but Michael moved his hand to her abdomen, preventing any movement. With his other hand, he rotated the dildo, gently moving it around but not deeper. “It will warm up in an hour or so,” he said calmly as tears leaked from her eyes.

  “Sink into the sensation. Let it carry you away.”

  She shook her head.

  “Are you disobeying me?”

  She shook her head again.

  “I didn’t think so. But you’re still fighting your responses. You have to let yourself go. You are clan. You can take anything I do to you. As a clan submissive, you belong to me. Your body. Your mind. Everything belongs to me. Pushing your boundaries will teach you that faster than pleasure alone,” he stated as he slowly rocked the dildo back and forth.

  Moisture flooded her cunt. She held very still while her pussy worked to adjust to the hard object buried deep.

  “That’s right,” he snapped his fingers, as if just remembering something. “I owe you more punishment.”

  He smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some jewelry.

  “Your body is an instrument to be played for my pleasure. These are nipple clamps. Have you ever used clamps?”

  Kate shook her head.

  “Good.” He twisted and pulled on one of her nipples. Intense sensation arrowed straight to her vagina, tightening it around the jade dildo as he attached the clamp. He waited a moment and then asked, “Are you ready for the next one?” He held it up for her to see.

  Despite the alligator teeth, and the agony from the first one, Kate knew what Michael wanted. She nodded.

  He grinned. “You’re learning.” He repeated the procedure on her other nipple.

  Agonizing pain shot through both nipples. Kate felt nerve lines running directly to her shoulders. She tried to hunch but it didn’t change the sensation. All of her attention focused on her nipples, overwhelming the now dull ache in her cunt.

  He smiled as he brought his hands around her breasts and started massaging them.

  Her nipples extended even more. She moaned as he cruelly pumped them. She couldn’t breathe. The pain was blinding.

  “Sink into the pain,” he repeated over and over, his eyes never leaving her face.

  Kate tried. She knew by now that giving herself up to it made it bearable but this pain was too intense, too sharp. She couldn’t get on top of it. It overwhelmed her.

  “You can do it,” he encouraged. “Don’t worry,” he smiled again. “Your nipples will go numb soon. Then all you have to worry about is when I rip off the clamps and sensation returns.” He pinched the tips and twisted the dildo one more time before leaving the room.

  Kate didn’t know how long he was gone. She drifted in and out of awareness. She lost herself and drifted on the pain. Arousal lurked just below the surface. Kate could feel it tantalizingly close but still out of reach. She tried to relieve herself by squirming but the dildo wouldn’t move, it was simply too big.

  Her nipples were numb and the dildo was warm by the time Michael returned. Kate tried to calm her racing heart. He looked dangerous as he loomed over her. He raised a hand and lightly stroked her face. She’d never felt so helpless. She’d never felt so aroused.

  Michael leaned over her and blew on her clit before sucking it into his mouth. He ripped off the clamps. Kate gasped as sensation flooded back into her nipples. Her orgasm was
unexpected and painful in its intensity. Her vagina contracted around the hard dildo. However, it was also powerful and satisfying. How could she like this pain? How could she like what he had done? How could she feel so empty when Michael removed the dildo?

  Michael drew a bath. He carried her to the bathroom and said, “You shouldn’t be surprised by the intensity of your orgasm. The foreplay started yesterday. The pain heightened your need. It didn’t dampen it. You need it to give you the fullest possible pleasure. That’s bred into you. The sooner you accept that fact and quit fighting it, the sooner we can move deeper into exploring your sexuality.”

  Kate frowned up at him.

  “That’s right. We’ve barely started. From now on,” he said, “you will never have pleasure without pain, pain without pleasure. Your body will become attuned to that fact. After a while, pain alone will cause a pleasurable orgasm. You are mine,” he stated as he gently washed her vagina, “and you will accept your ancestry.”

  Michael helped her out of the bath and toweled her dry. He led her back to the bedroom. Then he lowered her feet to the floor and forced her to stand. “Stay there,” he said.

  He slowly undressed, watching her expressions as he did so. Kate’s hands itched. She wanted to play with his nipples and run her hands across his chest. She licked her lips, thinking about his hard, taut skin and how good it would taste. His cock sprang free, fully engorged. Michael stepped toward her.

  He pressed on her shoulders and forced her to her knees. “I want you to suck me,” he said as his cock pressed into her mouth. She eagerly opened her mouth while he held her head still. His hands wrapped in her hair. Using her like a convenient receptacle, he pressed deep. When he hit the back of her throat, Kate gagged.

  “No,” he stated softly, “swallow me as if my cock were the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted.”

  Kate’s eyes pleaded as he pressed deeper and she struggled to obey. She struggled for air. He pulled back a little so she could breathe.

  “You breathe at my pleasure, you know that, don’t you?”

  Kate nodded.

  “Good girl,” he said, praising her, and pulled out entirely. He walked over to his toy table and held up a device she’d never seen before. Two leather straps were attached to a large rubber O-ring. “This will help.” He walked back and inserted the “O” into her mouth then attached the straps to the back of her head.

  The circle was larger than his cock, so now she couldn’t close her mouth on him. She was open entirely for his pleasure.

  He eased his cock inside her mouth, pushing all the way to the back once more.

  Again, she gagged.

  He pulled back and slapped her. “Swallow,” he ordered as he pushed deep into her throat again.

  Kate’s throat stretched, trying to accommodate his width. She felt violated and vulnerable. She felt aroused.

  He continued to move in and out until she had the motion down. She knew when to swallow and when to breathe. As her skills increased so did his speed until he was ramming his cock down her throat. He reached down and twisted a nipple as he shot his cum deep.

  Hot waves of pain and pleasure washed down into her stomach as the same washed up from her vagina. When the waves met, Kate lost herself, simply feeling his power and his domination and his control.

  Michael removed the gag before he scooped up Kate and laid her on the bed. He sat on the edge, waiting for her to rouse back to awareness. He stroked her body, inventorying all the bruises he’d created. He knew they weren’t serious, all her minor bruises would fade by morning. Being clan guaranteed quick healing.

  * * * * *

  Kate moaned and opened her eyes, surprised that she wasn’t bound. She looked up at Michael and smiled. “Can we have sex now?”

  He laughed then bent down to give her a quick kiss. “You’re not ready yet.”

  “You keep saying that. What do you mean?”

  “When clan members mate—mate, not have sex—it is a violent explosion. You haven’t come far enough to handle our mating.”

  “I’ve accepted everything you’ve done.”

  “But I haven’t done anything nearly extreme enough to free your heritage.”

  “What we’ve done isn’t extreme enough?”

  “No,” said Michael as he continued stroking her. “You’ve only been here a day. We have a long way to go.”

  “What are you waiting for? What do you expect to happen?”

  “There’s a link that forms. A link in our minds. We shared visions when we first met but now you’re fighting that link. You haven’t surrendered enough yet for the link to fully form.”

  “A link? In our minds?”

  “Yes.”

  “Michael, I don’t like the sound of that and I’m not sure I can take much more.”

  “Do you want to leave?”

  Kate hesitated, her stomach knotted and she longed to say yes but looking into Michael’s eyes, she felt her fear slip away. “No.” She shook her head. “I have to follow this through to the end…even if it kills me.”

  “It won’t kill you, Kate. I promise you’ll be okay, even if it doesn’t always feel that way. I’ll take care of you. Now get some sleep. I’ll leave you untied tonight. You need a small break.”

  “Will you sleep with me?”

  “No but I will stay with you until you fall asleep.”

  Michael crawled next to her and pulled her into his arms. The familiar scent of cedar washed over Kate. She sighed. She was content to be able to touch Michael and she quickly fell asleep.

  Michael disentangled himself from Kate. He stood and looked at her sprawled form. So tiny. So delicate. Their ancestry was truly amazing that a body so small could take everything he could dish out and still beg for more. He smiled. He knew just how to proceed tomorrow.

  Chapter Twelve

  The next day, Michael allowed Kate to bathe then led her out to the living room. Kate knew she’d only been with Michael a short time but her old life felt unreal. Only her time with Michael counted. Was it really only the second day? She was losing track and she didn’t know if she cared. All that mattered was here and now—this current moment.

  Michael led her over to his collection. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear, “Pick one.”

  Kate shuddered as she looked at the statuary. It was still barbaric but now she felt a thrill of excitement. Kate was aroused. She felt like a kid in a toy store with unlimited funds, wanting everything.

  He nuzzled her ear.

  Kate slowly looked over the collection. She imagined herself as the female in each pose. She felt faint, her knees weak with longing.

  Michael supported her, pulled her against his chest and moved his arms around her torso. One hand lingered over her clit, lightly caressing, as he waited for her decision.

  She moaned and leaned her head against his hard, masculine chest. Sinking into his gentle caresses, wishing for more pressure.

  “Greedy woman. Pick one,” he ordered as he stopped touching her and moved his hands to her shoulders so she faced his collection.

  She felt panicked that she didn’t know what Michael wanted. She wanted to please him. She’d accepted the pain but it wasn’t quite right yet. Even she could feel there was some kind of barrier. She knew Michael was working very hard to break down that barrier. Kate couldn’t help feeling frightened by what would happen then. Michael’s hands tightened on her shoulders, bringing her back to his question.

  Kate shuddered and trembled so hard only Michael’s grip kept her standing. Her gaze roamed the pieces but she already knew which one she needed next. With a shaky hand, she pointed.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  Kate nodded.

  “Why that one?” he whispered as his lips nuzzled her hair.

  “It’s haunted me,” Kate replied simply. “From the time I saw it in your collection. It was in the book too…”

  Michael reached around her
and pulled the piece out of the cabinet. “She’s totally helpless, isn’t she? Tell me what you feel when you look at this.”

  “Ecstasy. Total physical domination.”

  The woman lay facedown on a special table. The table had holes. Her breasts hung down through two holes. It was obvious that the holes were a little small so that her breasts were compressed by the opening. Weights stretched her nipples, the clamps biting deeply into her breasts. A strap ran from one side of the table, across her back so she couldn’t move. The woman’s arms were stretched over her head, as if reaching for surcease. Straps across her upper arms, around her elbows and at her wrists held her in place. Her face fit into another padded hole so her face was visible only when Michael turned the piece. The woman had an O-ring gag in her mouth. Another strap held her head in place. Eye cups covered her eyes and ear plugs dimmed her hearing.

  “This is a feature I really like.” Michael pointed to the lower end of the table.

  Kate hadn’t noticed before, but that end was padded too, rounding up and pressing against the soft part of the woman’s pelvis. A strap across the waist held the woman in the table’s embrace. It wouldn’t do to cover her buttocks. Thin red lines indicated she’d already been whipped. The waist strap didn’t hold her pelvis, she might have moved during the whipping except for the rest of the table’s design.

  The table ended at the end of the woman’s torso. Her legs were placed in a Z-shaped device. Her thighs aimed back toward her head and inclined downward at a shallow angle. Then her knees were bent, resting on padded planks. Almost doggy style yet with none of the freedom allowed by the position. Straps held her upper thighs. Other straps above and below her knees and at her ankles completed her imprisonment.

  All of the woman’s orifices were exposed but empty. Her rectum was red and tortured looking. Yet despite its painful appearance, her labia were swollen and glistening, her clit extended. She looked very aroused.

  “I have a table like this,” Michael whispered in Kate’s ear. “Do you want to try it out?”

  Kate started. It was a device requiring supreme confidence in one’s partner. The woman was totally open, vulnerable and restrained. There was nothing she could do to protect herself. She wouldn’t even hear or see what was coming next. She wondered if she could take it. Then she nodded, trembling so hard it was difficult to breathe.