by Anna del Mar
I examined the sturdier, larger and more heavily padded restraints. “New cuffs?”
“Safety first.” He gathered my hands and clicked my wrists behind my back. “Are you ready?”
I meant to give him the best birthday ever, so I got up and started to move in the direction of the bench.
“Oh, no, princess.” My pussy contracted in reaction to the mischief I read in the tilt of his lips. “We’re not doing the bench. Maybe tomorrow. Today, I have a surprise for you.”
“Huh?” I halted in my tracks. That was unexpected.
“I like to change it up a bit, and since you seem so willing to try new things...”
He fiddled with a rope attached to one of the overhead beams, a rope that hadn’t been there last weekend. For a moment, I was distracted by the definition that shaped his biceps as his arms flexed. But then a bar descended from the beam, a sturdy rod that reminded me of an empty trapeze hanging in a circus’s center ring.
“Oh, wow.” I gawked at the thing. “Are you sure about this?”
“You’ve got your fantasies,” he said. “I’ve got mine.”
My knees almost gave way.
“Over this way, please.”
I joined Noah on the mat that stretched across the middle of the room. My soles rustled on the cushioned polyurethane. I came to stand right beneath the bar. I hesitated when Noah pulled out an extensive harness from the drawer. Holy Mother. Looking at it, my heart got stuck in my throat. I’d seen pictures, sure. But this contraption? It looked downright menacing in real life.
The harness had several belts, loops, rings and straps. I don’t think I could’ve figured out how it worked, but Noah didn’t have any problems. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. With a few clicks, he secured the harness to the bar and turned to face me.
“Stand straight,” he said as he buckled the harness around me, his forehead furrowed in concentration.
The straps tightened, blunt, stern and black against my fair skin. A shiver fringed my spine, prickled my sex and curled my toes. Alarm. Fear. Thrill. I’d been struggling with my lack of personal experience all along and, right now, my research seemed like such a foolish, useless waste of time.
Note to blog: the gap between knowing and doing is wider than the Grand Canyon.
Noah worked with astonishing efficiency. The harness’s upper belt fitted above my breasts and beneath my armpits. The second belt looped below my breasts. The third belt went over my hips and cradled my belly and my lower back.
“Lift your foot.” Noah fit my leg through a set of double loops, which he tightened at the groin and above my knee. “Good, now the other foot.” He repeated his actions, then tested the straps and gave me a nudge. “Lean forward. Bend at the waist first, yes, that’s it, we’re going airborne.”
My body tipped forward. My toes left the mat. My horizon tilted. The harness clinked. The straps strained and creaked, as if protesting my weight. I reeled. What if I fell?
“No worries.” Noah maneuvered the straps to control the forward flip. “I won’t let you fall.”
The harness caught with a lurch. My body ended up suspended horizontally in the air. My pulse pounded in my temples. I hung facedown with my hands cuffed behind my back and my breasts pulling toward the floor, following gravity. I teetered in the air, feeling faint and out of control. Panic and thrill were taking turns at running my pulse.
“Give it a chance.” Noah reassured me with a kiss. “Keep an open mind. Okay?”
“Okay.” Could I really do this?
Noah folded my legs backward and clipped my ankle cuffs to the loops on the backs of my thighs. He pulled on a strap and my knees separated in opposite directions. How the harness worked so efficiently was beyond my comprehension. In a very real sense, I was strung like his personal marionette.
Noah adjusted the harness’s height until I was at hip level. It wasn’t very high, but from where I dangled, the attic swayed before my eyes and the ground seemed far away. My neck strained. I had to make a concerted effort to relax and allow my head to hang loose. The sense of weightlessness was disconcerting. I felt completely vulnerable.
Noah ran his hand through my hair and, gathering a fistful, gently tilted my face. “Comfortable?”
Comfortable wouldn’t be the word I’d use, but it wasn’t unbearable, so I nodded.
“Safe words?”
“Yellow and red.”
The pesky crop made an appearance in his hands. I steeled myself. I’d hoped we could skip this part. But Noah had a different idea.
“What do you think?” he asked, teasing my nipple with the crop’s leather tongue. “Do you need a little of this?”
I wanted to tell him that no, I didn’t, because I was a good girl at heart and, even though I’d been known to make mistakes, most of the time, I knew right from wrong. But my body wasn’t in agreement with my mind. In fact, it lashed out in frank rebellion. My sex squeezed at the sight of the crop and my nipples tightened at the prospects.
Shucks. “Yeah, I guess I need a little of that.”
“Excellent.” Noah landed a soft smack on my ass. “I must say. The surprise. The gifts. You’ve achieved a new level of naughtiness today.”
If he only knew the half of it.
“And I really liked the outfit,” he said, voice thick with lust. “We’ll have to do that one again.”
Oh, yeah. The outfit had been a great investment. It had already more than paid for itself.
He warmed up my ass with a series of nips that startled my senses and awakened my body to even the tiniest sensations. The bumps pebbling my skin spread. My nerves transmitted the crop’s sting to my brain in high definition. Each rap was quick, sharp and intense, growing the heat in me, not only on my ass, but also in my pussy.
I craned my neck and caught a glimpse of the expression on Noah’s face, eyes dark with intensity, body tensed in full commitment to his Dom duties. Looking down the line of my body, I spotted the lower half of his body, where—encased in his blue jeans—his erection swelled in proportion to my excitement.
The air in the attic grew warm and spicy with the scents of our arousals. A glimmer of sweat coalesced above my lip. A warm droplet ran a crooked trail over my back. The dew thickened in my sex and coated my inner folds with erotic sweat. I knew the strikes were coming and yet I flinched each time that the crop bit into my ass, dreading the sting but loving the heat, the need, the helplessness that freed me to accept the forbidden parts of my soul, the freedom of being caught.
Noah’s voice broke the silence. “More?”
“More,” I whispered, thrilled and dismayed at the same time.
Smack. “Is there a chance my overachieving princess might be moving too fast?”
I squeaked. “I’m good.”
Smack. “You were even more worked up than usual when you got here today. You overreacted to Brandy.”
“Sorry.” I cringed at hearing the name. “I was just...stressed.”
“Why were you so stressed?”
Did he want the list? “Hard day at work.”
“How so?”
I babbled on about the programs, funding and the foundation’s gala. I told him about my fears and my confrontations with my mother and Diana. The gala loomed before me like a cliff at the end of the high-speed highway. It was coming at me too fast. I feared what would happen if things didn’t go according to plan. The drop could be catastrophic to the foundation, to me.
Noah listened quietly, encouraging me to talk with the heat of the crop. It felt good to tell him everything. Okay, maybe not everything, but most of it. I yelped with each strike but, secretly, I wished he would smack me harder and give me what I really deserved.
“What did you do before you came over?” Noah asked.
“I went to the sushi place and—”
Smack. “I mean before you left the office.”
“I had an interview with a donor.”
“Who?”
“Ed Durant.”
Smack. “And?”
“It went well, I suppose.”
He struck again. “Are you sure about that?”
I flinched and hissed at the same time. My ass burned.
“Odd.” He kneaded my flesh. “That strike wasn’t any different than the rest. Why do I feel as if I’m on yellow approach?”
I deliberately ignored his question and moaned out loud when he began to massage my pussy. His touch felt glorious. Oh, yeah, this was much better than thinking. I closed my eyes, giving myself to his caresses. He rubbed my clit, kneaded my slit and thumbed my ass until he had me flowing like the bay at high tide.
Note to blog: discipline is both purifying and delicious.
“Christ, Clara.” He bent over, ran his tongue along my cleft and tasted my pussy. “I could get drunk on you.”
His tongue made me arch in the harness. A delicious shudder barreled through me. My impulse was to wiggle away from his mouth, but fortunately, I was firmly strapped and unable to move. The novelty of being suspended in the harness made it all more exciting. The feel of Noah’s tongue rimming my anus left me gasping for air. How could pleasure be this intense?
“So you want to be trained...here?” He thumbed me softly. “Even if you’re tiny and new at this. Are you sure?”
“I want to please you.”
“Do I hear you asking for it?”
“Please?” How could I sound greedy and terrified at the same time?
Noah’s feet padded softly on the carpet as he moved about the room. He clicked on a remote and music came through the speakers in the ceiling, a soulful collection of R & B with a sexy beat that appealed to my mood and made me want to grind my hips like a voodoo queen. Then he returned and parked next to me, holding the long, fancy box that encased that last of his birthday gifts.
My heart lunged to my throat, but a surge of greedy anticipation flooded my pussy. How could I be so freaking excited and afraid at the same time?
Noah lifted the lid and displayed the contents before my eyes. Cushioned on a bed of red velvet, the training kit held an impressive trio of anal plugs. Each plug was of a different size, going from small to large, although they shared a similar shape, a tapered point that widened into a thicker middle and then narrowed into a slim stem topped by a safety ring. The attendant at the store had told me that this was the best kit available on the market.
But it was one thing seeing those toys on the screen or at the sex store. It was quite another to watch them come out of the box while I dangled from a harness as Noah decided which one he was going to use on me. Looking at the plugs in his hands, I quailed. Even the smallest looked enormous to me.
I tried gulping, but my mouth was dry and my throat parched. I pressed my lips together and moistened them. Why on earth was I doing this?
A squirt. Cool moisture slid between my legs in generous globs and dripped on the mat. The mat. My frantic mind focused on the glossy surface, trying to ignore the rest. Good idea. Easy to clean. Noah had, as usual, thought of everything. He kneaded the lube into me, moistening my already wet pussy and oiling my anus.
“Front gate,” he murmured, pressing something against my slit.
I startled. I flinched in the harness, but my body gulped down the weighty presence with surprising ease. As soon as the object started to buzz inside me, I knew what it was. Even at its lowest setting, the egg quickly purred me into a state of physical delight. I let out a low groan.
Noah let out a sexy chuckle. “You like my little gift, don’t you?”
“Un-huh,” I mumbled, my sex churning like an ice-cream machine.
“Glad to hear that.” He planted a kiss on my ass. “You’re such a treat from life, Clara, such a fucking tease from fate. How do you feel?”
“Good.” How could I not feel amazing when I was the sole focus of his attention and my world revolved exclusively around him?
Noah slid his fingertip in a circle around the rim of my anus. The movement brought back a memory from that first night, two weeks ago, when we watched the storm together. An image flashed in my mind, his large, blunt, square-tipped fingers gliding over the rim of his wineglass, creating an odd, tantalizing sound. The forbidden caress felt exquisite. I wanted to hum like his wineglass.
“Reach down.” He tugged on my cuffs. “Hold yourself open for me, like this.”
He placed my hands over the halves of my ass. Obediently, I dug my fingers under the fleshy curves and spread my cheeks.
“Beautiful,” Noah murmured, squirting more lube in and around, prodding my reluctant opening with his fingertip. “Keep it up. We’ll do this really slow. Try to relax.”
It was hard to relax. After all, I was naked, trussed up in the air, with a vibrator diligently buzzing in my depths, and my cheeks spread, baring my virgin asshole. But I tried relaxing anyway. I breathed in and out of my mouth. I released the tension in my neck and let my head drop again. My hair fell forward, creating a little cocoon around my face, a dark, intimate space where I could hide both my shame and my lust.
“Back entrance,” Noah murmured.
A hard object pressed against my anus, shifting my body’s attention from the vibration in my vagina. My tight little hole puckered like a petulant mouth. Pressure. Resistance. More pressure. A first, tentative breach.
“Oh, God.”
The plug’s smooth, tapered tip dipped into my body. There was a scuffle at the door. Pushback. Rejection. I tightened like a stubborn knot.
“Relax,” Noah murmured, changing the angle.
The pressure didn’t relent. My body struggled some more. My muscles snapped and squeezed, reacting to the intrusion. I whimpered. I had no control over my reflexes, over the odd physical sensations enveloping me or the emotions that went with it, alarm, apprehension, and shock.
“You’re doing great,” Noah murmured in his husky voice. “It’s just the body’s natural response. It’s confused, but I promise, it’ll get used to it.”
Confused, yes, that was how I felt. Overwhelmed by my body’s reactions and trying desperately to control them somehow.
“Keep yourself open, that’s good.” Noah stroked my pussy while holding the plug in place. “Try not to struggle. The sooner you surrender, the sooner you can begin to enjoy.”
Enjoy? My asshole was engaged in a tug of war with a few inches of contoured plastic and he wanted me to enjoy?
“Here we go.”
The intrusion evolved into full-fledged invasion. This was the beginner’s plug, the smallest one of the lot, and yet it felt gigantic to my body. I had an impulse to run away, but I was helpless to do so, which was good, because I also wanted to stay put. I gasped as my body broke down, gave way and broke open.
“Oh, God.” I groaned. “Oh-God-oh-God-oh-God...”
“Is that red I hear?” Noah stopped, right in the middle of the widest part of the plug.
“No, please.” I strained, panting desperately. “Put it in, just shove the rest of it in and be done with it.”
“That’s not how we do things around here,” Noah said with equanimity that irked me. “We do it safely. We do it right. Breathe, princess. Come, on, I know you can do it.”
I breathed in and out through my mouth, quick, loud pants that matched my accelerated pulse. The plug dived through the tightness and separated my tissues in a journey that forced my body into a necessary negotiation, a progressive widening to accept the plug’s contoured density. I shut my eyes, threw my head back and groaned. “Oh, please...”
“You’re doing so well,” Noah murmured. “It’s just a little more...�
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Snap. My body gulped. It accepted the plug and clutched it in a snug embrace. The rim of my anus contracted around the stem with a tight grip. I let out a cautious breath and took stock of my new situation. I burned around the rim and, loaded with the plug and the vibrator, my vaginal walls felt like a bulging cargo hold. But at least I’d made it through this part...
“You look fantastic,” Noah said, ever the solicitous lover. “How are we doing?”
“Okay,” I squeaked, still breathing hard. “It feels...very odd down there.”
“I bet.” He rubbed my pussy with a light, delicate touch, trailing his fingers over my bulging perineum. “Wait until you get used to it. It’s an incredible feeling.”
It was a different kind of experience for sure, foreign, but not totally unpleasant. My body ruminated on both the plug and the vibrator. I felt very full back there, a new and novel sensation. In fact, I was just beginning to make peace with the intrusion when my body betrayed me, my rectum contracted and all of my muscles conspired to expel the intruder.
“Help.” I clenched with all I had, but the only reason the plug didn’t shoot out of me like a missile was because Noah kept guard at the gate.
“Got it.” He pushed that thing right back into me. “Hush, baby, you need to chill.”
I groaned and struggled in the harness. “I’m trying.”
“Try harder,” he suggested, keeping his warm, heavy hand on the plug while thumbing my clit ever so lightly.
I closed my eyes, forced myself to breathe through my nose and tried to connect with the odd sensations racking my body, feeling every twinge and shift in mind-boggling detail.
“I’m going to move it a little.” Noah manipulated the plug, gently pulling, pushing and twisting the handle, delicate motions that tested and teased my body’s entire southern hemisphere.