by Sir Nathan
CRACK!
“Uugghhh!”
Sucking with all my strength, I was trying to push forward, choking and drawing back. Fighting my Master’s strength.
CRACK!
He was drawing out the paddling and I whimpered in frustration.
CRACK!
I had to do this now! I shoved myself forward and Andrew let go. Suddenly my throat was convulsing as Paul’s cock embedded itself. “Hold her there,” said Andrew as Paul’s warm hands went around my head. “Three for taking so long ...”
CRACK!
“Urrggllkk!”
CRACK!
“Ughhh.”
CRACK!
“Uugg.”
“All right. That’s enough,” Andrew ordered. Using my hair, Paul slid from my mouth and his cock shone, proud and throbbing in front of me. I could hardly tear my eyes from it. Spit was hanging from my chin and I felt dizzy. “Hand me your collar.” Taking it from my hands, Andrew swung it on the end of his finger. “We shall see if you can earn this back.”
Shuddering, I nodded.
I can do this.
With barely a whimper, Dominique had received a soft-to-medium-strength paddling I would have been proud to administer, and I doubted whether Kate could have swung the paddle with more vigour. Pointing to a corner of the room, I told Kate to kneel and wait then turned my attention back to Dominique. From the edge of my vision I saw her scurry to hang up the paddle and kneel in the dark.
“Look at Paul,” I said to Dominique. “Look him in the eyes.” She did so. “You’re a jealous, cock sucking slut, Dominique. Tell him.” Her mouth opened and for a moment nothing came out. She might have been catching her breath, but I needed to reinforce the message. “What’s wrong? Giving up already?”
She swallowed and looked up at Paul. “Th-This girl is a jealous, cock sucking slut, Sir.”
“I know Dominique,” Paul said quietly, smiling down on her. “And how do you think I know?”
“Sh-She doesn’t know, Sir,” she said, sniffling.
“Because Andrew and I noticed you had an unhealthy interest in me. We have discussed it, Dominique.”
Dominique’s gaze dropped and I chided her. “I told you to look at Paul. Kneel up straight.”
“I-I’m sorry, Master. I am a terrible sub,” she said, her eyes filling with tears as she looked up into Paul’s.
“I will decide if you are a terrible sub, Dominique,” I said. “Do not try to elicit sympathy, it will double your punishment.” She gasped and nodded. Didn’t she know it had only just begun? “Tell her again, Paul. Make it plain.”
“Dominique, I have no interest in you beyond Andrew’s best interests. There is no way I could deny that I enjoy using you, but I do not spend time thinking about you. I honour Andrew, Dominique. We grew up together and we discovered this life together. No sub will ever change that. None. I have had no feelings or thoughts beyond these.”
When Dominique pouted like she was going to cry again, I made my move, reaching out and snatching a handful of her hair. Dragging her over to the training table, I didn’t say a word, and neither did she. Well, she whimpered and tried to take the pressure off her scalp, but I didn’t really notice. “Kate, come here again,” I said. “Strap her down to the table.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, eyes sparkling again.
She set about her task. I put my arm around Paul’s shoulder and steered him towards the water jug. The temperature in my study was heating up and it was thirsty work. “Thanks, my friend,” I said.
“Don’t mention it, Andrew.”
I poured two tall glasses and passed him one. “Cheers,” I said.
Kate was behind me and I was looking over my right shoulder back at her. She had swatted my ass as I climbed onto the low, soft-surfaced training table. The table itself was only about eighteen inches off the floor and the over-stuffed black leather felt good on my skin. Kate had dragged it toward the centre of the room under a light before diligently strapping down my forearms and calves. It had eight slots in its surface, through which eight sets of small leather straps and buckles emerged or retracted.
The pain in my nipples had ebbed to a dull ache I was trying to ignore. I was shamefully excited. Kate ran her fingertips and nails over my body, cooing in my ears as she strapped me down. She caressed my skin lightly in between tightening each strap. She seemed to like my calves. When both legs were securely strapped down, she smoothed over my ass with her soft warm palm, telling me I looked beautiful. Glad someone thought so, I closed my eyes and bathed in the sensations.
One plenty of occasions I had been here, on elbows and knees. But it was usually just Andrew and I. Kate had done a very good job strapping me down. She took particular delight in pushing my knees as widely apart as the slots would allow, before locking them in place under the table. I could move back and forth, but all other movement was severely limited.
“Slide this onto her cunt,” said Andrew.
“Oooo, nice,” Kate replied, winking at him. Seeing the egg changing hands made me groan and my head fell forward, my hair covering my face.
“You don’t have to be gentle. She is very wet.”
“Yes. Clearly, Sir,” answered Kate. “Can I clean her up for you, Sir? I ah, I don’t mind.”
“Just insert the egg for now.”
“Yes, Sir.” She sounded disappointed.
I was looking over my shoulder at her and she winked at me then turned her gaze between my legs. Feeling the pucker of my asshole being teased, I shuddered. Her fingertips pressed against my lips and a single long nail parted them. It felt strange but my body started to blush. Looking at Kate’s face only turned me on more. She was completely rapt in what she was doing, staring at my pussy.
Then she grinned as she pushed two fingers up inside me. Unable to stop myself, I gasped and ground back against them. Her fingers flexed inside me, sliding back and forth. “God she is so wet I can hardly believe it, Sir.”
“You should be done by now, Kate.”
“But this is much more fun, Sir. Don’t you agree?”
Paul chuckled from across the room. I turned around the other way to look at him. He was sipping from his marguerita and watching us.
“It does look pretty good. She has a pretty cunt,” Andrew offered, flicking his gaze at me.
Groaning again, I clenched as Kate’s slim fingers slid smoothly around in my pussy. My face felt like it was aflame and I was getting very worked up. They were talking about me like I was meat. “She has a nice, tight wet cunt, Sir.” I was starting to rock back and forth.
“That’s enough, Kate.”
“Oh, but Sir, I want to see her cum,” she whined, sliding her fingers faster. Sparkles flew down my spine to my crotch, making me shake. If she didn’t stop soon I was going to cum!
“I told you to stop that, Kate!” Andrew was bending over, holding Kate by the hair and speaking right into her face. “You’ll do as I tell you, when I tell you. Won’t you?”
“Fuck! Owwww! Yes, I will! Yes!”
“Just like Dominique, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes. I’m sorry.”
I swung my gaze to Paul as he laughed loudly. His eyes met mine and he grinned. My Master dragged Kate over to the toy-box and told her not to move. He rummaged a moment and pulled out the cock gag, holding it up in front of her eyes. “For you, potty mouth!”
Andrew held Kate by the hair on the top of her head and forced her head back making her cry out. He roughly pushed the cock gag all the way into her mouth. She gurgled and the gag made a glick, glick sound as it was pushed into her throat. Her eyes blazed as Andrew buckled the strap behind her head. “Get rid of that dress before I rip it off you, potty mouth.”
Kate’s eyes bulged as she stood and walked over to Paul. He took the hem of her dress in his hands and drew it up and off her body. Kate stood in front of him, squeezing her breasts in her clenched fists and almost doubling over trying to rub her thighs together.
/> “Paul?” Andrew called. Paul put down his glass and came over to stand behind me next to Andrew. At that very moment a well-lubed butt plug started probing for my opening. I groaned and trembled with discomfort as it was pushed relentlessly into me. Gradually I adjusted to the fullness but not before it was cruelly twisted inside me. “Bring Kate over.”
“Kate. Here. Now.” She scrambled over on her knees. “Stand up and make her eat your cunt, possum.”
She was just taking hold of my hair when I felt that damned egg-shaped thing getting pushed back up my pussy. Without a moments hesitation it was turned on low. Kate pulled my mouth into her musky wetness. She too was shaved and my face slid deliciously all over her smooth abdomen, my mouth dragged side to side across her clit. Even though I couldn’t do anything, I wondered if she liked it and looked up at her.
“Nggggg ...” she groaned, her eyes bugging out.
“Turn her head to me, Kate.” Reluctantly she pulled me free of her, steering my head around by the hair. I looked at Andrew and he smiled at me. I heard a click and he chuckled as my pussy clamped hard around the insistent toy. Subconsciously moving back and forth in my bindings, I heard as he clicked it again, sipping his marguerita and drinking me in. As I groaned, Kate’s hot pussy mashing into my face again cut off my voice. Her hands tightened in my hair and in moments she was fucking my face! My pussy came alive with vibrations as my Master pressed and released a turbo button on the clicker. It sent waves of shakes and shivers through my body only to rebound and head straight back to my steaming, spasming cunt.
Just when I thought I might lose control I heard Andrew’s voice. “Now, Paul.”
A muffled thump hit my ass as Paul found his range with the paddle. In moments he had his rhythm. Oh, God. Yes. It wasn’t nearly as hard as Kate had paddled me. It was completely different. The rhythmic thud, thud, thud of the paddle filled the air as the most delicious of feelings warmed me to the core. My tender of flesh trembled with explosions of pleasurable pain. I heard Andrew turn up the clicker and flashes of tiny lights scattered behind my closed eyelids.
I drifted away in a gut-wrenching climax. Kate’s fists in my hair were so tight I almost felt safe. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was where I wanted to be. I was being enjoyed, and enjoying every moment of it. I was home.
Chapter 9
Memories of sultry summers scudded though my mind like hot afternoon clouds. Dim recollections of wafting mosquito netting fought with the smell of sun showers for my attention. Without opening my eyes, I knew the side of my face was stuck to the training table. The dull ache of my ass felt a million miles away. In fact, it felt good.
“Mmmmm,” I murmured, as it throbbed in time with my heart. The egg inside me was quiet now, in harmony with the rest of the room. Rousing myself, I blinked my eyes open. Before me tiny beads of moisture were sparkling on my upper arm, shimmering and cooling as I exhaled over them. Goosebumps broke out on the back of my arms and the outside of my lewdly spread thighs. I swallowed, breathing hard through my nose as the image of myself invaded my mind. Groaning inwardly, I shifted a little, feeling my bindings and reminding myself of where I was. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my back into a deep arch, my ass up and exposed, knees widely spread, calves and forearms strapped down.
I wondered if my punishment was finished. It hadn’t really been that bad. Sure, it hurt. But I’m no pain slut. I don’t revel in being beaten or tortured. But by comparison, I’d had worse just last weekend. As I was smiling, a bizarre thought crossed my mind.
I need more.
From somewhere in the recesses of my submission, questions bubbled to the surface before popping and dissipating in the air. What was I thinking! Just let him decide! God, why was it so difficult for me to relinquish complete control? If my punishment was ended, had I really learnt anything? Ugh! On the one hand, I wanted to be led. On the other, I couldn’t let go. Could I ever give all of myself? Could I ever be happy? “Ohh ...”
Cool fingertips gently touched my warm ass and my body jerked with surprise. “Just relax, pet,” Andrew said, his voice near and soothing. Leaning back in the straps, I hoped he wouldn’t stop. Like a dark curtain around my head, my hair afforded me some privacy, and I kissed the leather as I arched my back further. “Oh, so you like that, do you?”
“Mmmm,” I whispered, rocking gently back and forth as his fingers lightly caressed my skin. The feather-light pressure he applied was perfect. Gradually more of the pads of each fingertip were introduced, and he made his way slowly all over my back and ass, and up and down the back of my thighs. Sitting on the edge of the table directly behind me, he soon introduced both hands, moving as mirror images of each other. He flattened them, using his palms and fingers to lightly massage my hot, oiled skin. Gradually they became insistent, moving in shifting pre-school figure eights. It felt delicious and his hands became my world.
Andrew has large, sinuous, long-fingered hands. They are muscular and at the midpoint between knuckles, on the back of each finger, there are a few soft dark hairs. His palms are silky, but deeply lined, like he’d laboured at some time in his life. I am always amazed by the difference in the size of our hands. His are almost exactly twice the size of mine. I like to examine them and massage them. They are the instruments of my submission.
Smoothly and effortlessly they slid over the skin of my ass. His thumbs were massaging slightly more firmly, drawing slowly up, gliding on a thin film of replenished oil. In utter bliss, I sighed again as they began moving in large circular shapes around and around my ass.
Every now and again he would change the angle of his hands, bringing his fingertips maddeningly close to my pussy. Before long I found myself gripping that damned inert egg with every near miss. All I could think of was the points at which our bodies met. My skin and his hands. Jubilantly I waded into the stream of my subspace, deeper and deeper, immersing myself in the moment. His large warm smooth hands caressed me, bringing everything that mattered into focus. I would do anything for his touch. I just wanted him to keep touching me. He knows just how to touch me. Please, keep touching me. Keep teaching me.
Keep me.
One of his hands had come to rest on the top of my ass, and I felt his fingers of his other hand slide around the base of the butt plug. “Relax, Dominique,” he said, and he slowly dragged it out.
“Uuugghhh ...”
Slap.
“Ooohhh,” I gasped.
Andrew chuckled, smacking my other cheek just as gently.
Slap.
“Mmmmmm.”
Slap!
“Oooohhhh!” It wasn’t that hard, but my ass was hot and sensitive already!
Andrew whispered, “Who said you could cum, slut?”
Slap!
“Ohh!”
“Listen to me!” I lifted my head quickly and looked at him imploringly. “Who gave you permission to cum, Dominique?” His eyes were blazing. “Speak!”
“I’m sorry Sir ... I-I ... didn’t mean to ... I mean I ...”
Slap!
“Ughhh.”
Slap!
“Ooohhhh, Sir! Oohhhhhh!”
“Naughty, naughty girl.”
“I’m sorry! Oohhhhh.”
Slap!
“Ughhhhhhh ...”
Suddenly he was gone, headed for the toy box. I clenched my teeth, my body trembling with adrenaline. This was NOT over. Closing my eyes tightly and steeling myself, shooting stars criss-crossed the inside of my eyelids. As my chest heaved, perspiration and oil dripped down the tender insides of my arms and legs.
God, I thought. I hadn’t even considered trying not to cum. There was no way I could have stopped it, but I hadn’t even thought to ask. It was that damned egg’s fault. I took a deep breath, calming myself.
It was so quiet, I wondered if Paul and Kate were still there. I looked around toward the lounge area and couldn’t see either of them. Hearing Kate’s muffled moan coming from almost directly behind me made me smile. At least s
he wasn’t getting off Scot-free, even if I couldn’t see what was going on. I bit my lip. She was kind of mean to me, but kind of nice too. And she seemed so much more comfortable with herself.
Would I ever be like that?
Then I heard Andrew’s footsteps. He was coming back.
Dominique’s eyes met mine. She had the power to stop me in my tracks.
I had introduced Dominique to many things, rolling back her limits, letting her explore her subspace. She had been taken to places she only dreamed about. Dominique knew she could stop whatever I was doing at any given moment. She knew it. She was regularly reminded of the fact.
But she had never used her safe word. She had protested and complained. She had cried out in pain. But in over a year, she had never said red.
Did that make me a good Master, or a bad Master? Should I have explored her limits right up to the edge, regularly bumping into them? Or should one play safely within them, letting them evolve with experience? Clearly it depends on the context, ie. whether one is punishing or playing. But also what one wants from a relationship has a bearing on how another is treated. And that goes for both sides. Another angle is how quickly one reaches a submissive’s limit. Pacing can be very important.
It’s true that simply knowing they have disappointed their Master is a submissive’s worst punishment. I hadn’t tried to make her use her safe word. Not once had I tried to find exactly where a limit lay. I have always been mindful of her inexperience, of her innocence. Perhaps it was a paternalistic protectiveness, born of the day I first saw her. Or maybe it was something else. I have pushed her though. But never pushed her right to the edge. I’ve never pushed too hard. Why did this all occur to me now? Because I had to do it for her. I had to take her there, to show her.
She needed to know that ultimately, she was in control of her own destiny.
It was time. I looked up at the wall and scanned the various choices I had, and made up my mind. It was time to push too hard.
When I heard my Master’s footsteps, I swung my head around to see him, and his piercing eyes caught mine. I couldn’t tear my gaze from them. The look on his face was of sheer determination, of such concentrated conviction, that I almost gasped as I drew breath.