At eleven forty-five, I waited at the front door. An hour later, I stood and stretched my legs and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The anticipation of his arrival was worse than the aches to my muscles, and I found myself getting angry. This wasn't a good predicament for a submissive on the first night, and I had my limits. A large, bronze, western wall clock hung directly in my line of sight. I returned to my kneeling position and at ten minutes after one, I heard a vehicle. After several deep breaths, I had myself under control and fell into my quazi-submissive headspace, not that it helped much. All I could think about was him fucking me after the pain. A first for me. The thrilling anticipation of pain was usually where my mind was at this close to a scene. Why was he different?I looked down when the door opened. I could see only faded jeans and untied athletic shoes as Luke stepped just inside the entryway and stood there for several minutes. He finally closed the door
Current day...Her ass looked so fucking perfect lying over the couch. I wanted to spread her legs farther apart and sink into the pink folds of her pussy. I didn't know if it was her skin tone, her East Indian nationality, or both that made the lips of her pussy rosier than any woman I'd ever seen. But fuck it turned me on.Damian had acquainted me with a pair of subs after Machala left me. They came as a team; Lilly and Lacy, if you can believe it, and no they weren't sisters. I kept them for two weeks working them over hard trying to wash Machala out of my system. It was funny because they might be perfect for another sadist, but they barely took the edge off my need. They both had fair skin and blonde hair, but even their pussies didn't come close to the cherry blush of Machala's. It was easy to let them go and hard to spend the long months thinking of all the mistakes I made with Machala.I brought my focus back to the precise one-inch spacing I desired on her ass. I finished t
"Mmmmm." Even with the gag, I could hear her distress. My pulse increased along with my desire to make her beg and scream."Oh, I see, you want this." I flicked the instrument with my wrist and brought it down on her inner thigh.Heavy breathing was my answer, but she stayed still not daring to bring her legs together. Perfect. I struck again just clipping the side of her pussy. Her ass rose up. Using one hand, I pushed on her lower belly. The position made me sit over her a little more, but I could still reach the delicate parts I wanted to play with."If I had my piercing kit here with me, I would pierce your clit tonight." Several more strikes made her inner thighs a pleasant rose color."Mmmmm," she replied angrily.I knew bringing up piercing would get a response. It was one of her soft limits and though I'd put needles through her nipples, she denied me the permanent decorations. I opened the smaller clamp bag again and removed another set of clamps that I preferred to use o
He never had a problem dominating me. Taking me like this was his way of breaking me down and letting me know he possessed every part of me. Almost. I remained still, accepting his cock and his control. Even with the large butt plug as preparation, it burned.I tried to think about anything but what he was doing.Bad sub. That was me.I flashed back to the best months of my life. During our weekends together, it was Monday mornings when his true sadist spiked. Luke enjoyed discussing my sexual likes and dislikes, but really we played a game of cat and mouse. It felt strange sitting with him at his kitchen table-cups of coffee in front of us, fully dressed. The conversations had me squirming, which I tried to hide. After discussing our two days of sexual depravity, I left his home and went to work a wet mess. Part of his game was staying hands off on Monday mornings. He'd kick back in the kitchen chair, tilting it slightly and watching my reactions with his impenetrable gaze. It plea
The sway of her hips while she crawled had my cock coming to stiff attention again. I couldn't care less about the pony's tail; it was something I used to cause her mental discomfort and keep her attuned to me. Normally, I would push a little more about where she went when her mind drifted away. But even after months of trying, she never revealed her innermost demons and it drove me crazy.I'd shared more with her than I had with any other woman in my life. Hell, I told her more than I told my bandmates. I wanted it to mean something, but I learned the hard way that she wouldn't cross certain lines. Her deep dark secrets stayed buried, even when they left her in a near catatonic state from lack of sleep. She refused to see a doctor or even a head shrink. The memory of her violent kicking and fighting-loud gasps for air and still unable to draw enough oxygen into her lungs-left me terrified. Completely out of control.Shaking my head, I realized now was not the time for these thoughts
I kept my emotions together even when he carried me to the bath and held me for over an hour. We didn't speak. There were no words for how fucked up our relationship was. No going back and no tomorrow. After he left, I finally gave into tears, burying my face in my pillow, thinking about the words I couldn't speak-the secret I would never reveal.I fell asleep after faint pink rays of sunlight shown through the windows and didn't awake until ten in the morning. The pain Luke provided had done the trick and allowed for more hours of uninterrupted sleep than I'd experienced in months. With coffee and toast in front of me, I sat gingerly at the table embracing the discomfort from my ass. I looked outside into the small, enclosed space I called my backyard. I decided to spend the day gardening. Even though my yard was small, I filled it with plants and flowers that needed tending on a regular basis. I hired someone to clean the inside of my townhome, but I liked getting my hands dirty in
Luke told Wade to spread his legs before he walked away to grab something I couldn't see from the top drawer of a cabinet. It turned out to be a cock cage. Just the sight of the metal contraption in Luke's hands had me squirming. There were no sides to the chair, so my hands rested on my bare thighs. Luke gave me a stern look for my movement, so I dug my nails into the tops of my legs. I couldn't help wondering what my part in this scene was.Wade held still as Luke placed the ball ring at the base of his scrotum then the cage over his cock. Thankfully, Wade was only half-mast. As his erection increased, the cage would tighten and make things very unpleasant.Luke had several official kink pieces of furniture in the playroom: a St. Andrew's Cross, spanking bench, and an electric fucking machine. Other than those, the room was actually sparse because he loved to improvise with ordinary items. The man could do a lot with a sub over a desk, which was the centerpiece of the room-a solid
Wiping my tears with the backs of my dirt-coated hands brought me out of the past. I was crying again. I'd cried so many damn tears thinking about that last day with Luke that I shouldn't have any left. I'd received his unspoken message loud and clear.Give it all or get lost.I ran from the playroom before they finished, changed into my work clothes, and packed the personal items in my room and bathroom. Then, I walked away. Luke stayed with Wade and didn't stop me. The months following our split my night terrors grew steadily worse. I finally confided in Danny because I could barely stay awake at the office. I only told him I'd had them since childhood and there was nothing physically wrong with me. When he tried to pry deeper, I pulled the boss card and told him to leave it be. About six weeks ago, I managed to put aside my aching heart and fall back into the life I led before Luke. I adjusted to not having someone chase away the demons and breathe for me. I buried the memories of