by Zenia, Zara
“What are your safe words?” I ask, looking over at her.
“Um, red for stop, yellow for caution and green for good, sir,” she replies.
“Easy to remember, good.” I approach her and walk around her. I take her purse from her and lay it with my jacket. “Undress to your underwear. Leave the heels.”
She blushes but does as requested. I watch her and take her blouse and skirt from her, setting them with my jacket and her purse. She is stunning. I like the fact that she wore her gorgeous red hair up, and I can see her long slender neck. Her breasts are perfect, plump but firm, and just the right size for her figure, and even through her bra, I can tell they are natural, not fake. Her waist is tiny, but she has a nice rounded ass and long shapely legs.
“I will go gently with you. Shall we begin?” I ask, anxious to get started.
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter 5
Carolyn
My breath catches in my throat as he approaches me. His hand wraps around my throat and for a moment, I’m nervous, but all he does is gently clasp it in his wide hand. His hand on my skin is cold but sends a thrill through me, and I close my eyes. His fingers trail over my skin, from my throat to my shoulder, dragging the strap of my bra down my arm. He steps around my body until he is standing behind me. He presses in close. His erection presses against me, and heat pools in my center.
His hands move over my shoulders, pushing the other strap down as his face shifts into the curve of my neck. I sense his breath on me, and I shudder in his arms in anticipation. He chuckles, and his hands move to my back where he unfastens my bra and tosses it aside. He skims his hands over my curves and when he reaches my panties, he slides them down, and he skates down my body, his breath gliding over my skin. His hand wraps around my ankle, and he lifts my foot and then sets it back down again. He does the same with my other ankle and then tosses the panties aside.
He stands and veers around me again, facing me, and I raise my eyes but not my head, keeping it bowed as a good sub should. I do know some things. I had studied it for a while before I got with Marvin. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize he wasn’t being a dom—just an abuser. I push thoughts of him aside and concentrate on James and what he wants. His touch slides down my arms, and he takes my hands, drawing me over to the spanking bench. He settles me into position and then, using the scarves he pulled out of the drawer, ties my wrists gently to the arm braces and my ankles to the leg braces. The leg braces are set wide, so my legs are open.
“Comfortable?”
“Yes, sir.”
I hear him unzip the bag he brought with him and watch as he pulls some toys out and sets them on the bed. Then he removes a thick wooden paddle about three inches wide and six inches long with a handle... and a blindfold.
He looks over at me and smiles. “I think this will help you to relax a little more.” He sets the paddle down on my back and then ties the blindfold in place. “Still comfortable?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He picks up the paddle and rubs it over my ass cheeks.
With the blindfold on, the anticipation of what he is doing is heightened, and I feel my stomach muscles clench. My pussy is wet, and I am so much more ready for this than I could even have imagined.
After a moment, the paddle lands on my ass in a swift spank, and I gasp softly.
“Oh, pet, that will never do, I want to hear you. Perhaps I should have you count… I think twenty-five will get you warmed up.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, blowing out an excited breath.
“If you miss a number, I will add five. Now, shall we begin?”
“Green, sir.”
“Good girl.” He swats my ass.
“One,” I say on a louder gasp.
He continues, at a nice easy rhythm until we hit fifteen, and the swat turns a bit harder and stings, and my gasp is choked. I can’t get the number out fast enough before he swats my cheeks again.
“Oh dear, pet, you missed one, that is five more.” I can hear the amusement in his voice.
“Yes, sir,” I say, not hiding my own amusement.
We continue, and before the spanking session is finished, my pussy is dripping, and he’s added an additional ten spanks. I feel his cool hand smooth over my ass, and his finger slips between my folds.
“Mmmm, yes, I think that warmed you up quite nicely, pet.”
“Yes, sir,” I agree, wishing he would drive his finger into me again.
“Feeling needy, are you?” he asks, as my pussy clenches around his finger. “I have just the thing.” He pulls his finger from me, and I whimper. “None of that now, pet, or I won’t let you come tonight.”
I giggle. “Sir, I think I should tell you, I have never had anyone bring me to orgasm before.”
The room is quiet, and I can’t hear anything but my own breath.
“I have had them, but not often, and only by my own hand,” I explain further.
The room remains quiet, and I have to wonder what has happened to him. Did I scare him away?
“Sir?”
“I’m sorry, pet, you took me by surprise. We will not be leaving this room until we correct that… however, it will be when I say, and you will be honest, do I make myself clear, pet?”
“Yes, sir.” I smile, hoping he is right.
“Open your mouth,” he says, and I do as he asks. “Suck this.”
Again, I do as he asks. It feels oddly shaped, not a dildo, but smooth like glass or hard plastic and sort of teardrop shaped. He pulls it from my mouth a moment later and moves away, and then, after hearing a squelch, I feel it pressing against my ass, and I gasp.
“I see you’ve figured out what it is.” He chuckles, and the sound makes my pussy clench.
He pushes what I now know is a butt plug into my ass. It is so tight, and I gasp as he gets it fully seated in me. I’m breathing hard as he twists it, pulling it out a little and then pushes it back in.
“Very nice. Now I think we shall move to a new area, shall we, pet?”
“Yes, sir.” I am panting, and every glide of his fingers over my skin makes me shudder in anticipation.
He unties my hands and then my legs, but I don’t move until he moves me, setting my feet on the ground and lifting me up into a standing position. I’m still wearing the blindfold, and the plug in my ass is both amazing and strange. He takes my hand and gently pulls me out from the vee of the spanking bench. He leads me, and then we stop. His hands on my hips, he urges me to sit. He raises my arms, and cuffs go around them, then some sort of cuff slides over my foot and up my leg, settling around my thigh. He does the same to my other leg, and I realize I’m in the sling chair.
He shifts away from me, and then a moment later, he returns. He drops down between my legs, and I hear something switch on and make a buzzing sound. I’m breathing hard, waiting to see what he’s going to do—then there’s a vibration against my clit and his breath as he hovers over my pussy. A moment later his tongue runs over my folds.
“Oh, god!” I murmur, my stomach tightening at the sensation.
He chuckles. “No. Sir or master.”
I take a breath and nod. “Yes, sir.”
Again he licks me, and between his tongue on my most intimate part and the vibration of the toy, I can, for the first time, tell something’s building. My legs want to close, but with them in the swing as they are, and him right there, there is no way.
“Don’t you dare come until I say,” he murmurs against me.
“Y-yes… S-sir,” I stutter out, my toes curling in my heels. I try to think of something else, but the only thing in my head is his tongue on my pussy.
Then something pinches my inner thigh, and I gasp. “Does that help, pet?”
“Yes, sir.” I nod, breathing through the sting that took my mind off the orgasm that had been building.
However, before long, it builds again. Again he pinches my inner thigh, and then his tongue laving over where the pi
nch occurred, making me shudder in response. My breathing is haggard now as he continues to build the orgasm and then distract me right before it hits.
“I think it is time to add to our fun. We shall move on to blood play now, pet.”
I nod, unable to speak as his tongue descends on my pussy once again.
“Use your words, pet,” he says, tweaking my clit.
“Yes… yes… sir,” I say between gasping breaths.
“Do you want to keep the blindfold on or take it off, pet?”
I hesitate for a moment, just feeling all of the sensations that he has brought forth has been near overwhelming, and I don’t want to lose that. “On, sir.”
“I just want to check... you do not have a fear of blood, do you?”
I shake my head. “No, sir, just… feeling things I’ve never felt and want to keep that feeling, sir.”
He licks my clit once more, and I shudder again, my muscles feel tight, and I think I might explode at any moment.
“I think you may be close, pet, but not until I say, understand?”
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
I feel him shift a little, widening my legs even more. And then he takes my clit in his mouth, sucking, his tongue delves into me, and my fingers clench as I try to keep from exploding. Then I feel another but different pinch—this one has a little more of a burn to it. A different kind of sting, but still feels good. I feel a trickle of something wet on my thigh, and I realize, it’s blood, and I arch my back, fully ready to explode.
“Now, pet, come,” he says, and his mouth goes to my thigh while the vibrator slides between my folds.
As he sucks my thigh, in what I imagine is a hickey, the sensation heightens, and I explode, stars burst behind my eyes, and I scream, “Oh, sir!” My body shudders for what seems like forever and my world spins.
After a few minutes, he removes the vibrator and licks my pussy, sending another wave of pleasure over me. I’m floating on a cloud as I hear his zipper slide down and he moves up over my body.
“That was one. I am thinking you have a few more to give me,” he says, and once again, I can hear the amusement in his voice.
“Yes, please, sir.”
Laughing, he pushes into me. “Still so tight, pet. Shall I remove the plug?”
“No… no, sir… it’s good… so good…” I say between gasping breaths.
“As you wish, pet.” He begins moving in and out of me as his mouth finds my breast.
As the orgasm builds again, I sense a sting like the one before, but this time on my breast, and then a warm trail of blood leaking from the cut. His rhythm gets faster, and I’m so ready to come, but I wait for him to tell me when, trying to think of other things, then I feel another cut and the blood dripping from my other breast.
His hand grips my breast and my heart beats faster as the blood slides down my breast onto my stomach. The sensations are driving me crazy, and I am just barely hanging on.
“Now, my pet, come for me,” he whispers against my lips, but doesn’t kiss me. Instead, his head moves, and his lips clamp over the last cut he made on my breast and within seconds, I am soaring over that cliff and diving into the pool of ecstasy.
Before that one is even finished, he’s shifting to my other breast, another sting, and his mouth clamping on as he shoves me over that cliff again. My body is floating now, I’m complete jelly as he comes with me, filling me with his seed, and I realize, he’s not wearing a condom. For a moment I worry but then remember, I’m on the pill, so at least I won’t get pregnant, and I relax.
My head falls back, and I just hang there in the sling chair, basking in the best sexual experience I’ve ever had. “That… was… amazing,” I say and then belatedly add, “Sir.”
He kisses my neck and chuckles. “I’d have to agree, pet. We are better suited than I imagined.”
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
His fingers grip my chin, and he kisses me. I taste the metallic tang of blood. I lick his lips, enjoying the flavor of it on my tongue. He chuckles. “Don’t move. I’m going to take the blindfold off and then get something to clean you up.”
“You don’t have to, sir,” I say, thinking I can clean myself up.
“No. It is my job to take care of you after a session. Now sit still and be quiet, pet.”
I smile. “Yes, sir.”
He unties the blindfold, and I blink at him. He’s got blood on his chin and his really nice chest, and I realize he’d taken his shirt and pants off at some point. Even with the blood, he looks delicious.
“Keep looking at me like that, pet and I’ll have to book us another hour.” He slips into his dress slacks and zips them up.
I grin. “Yes, sir.” I let my gaze drag over him again in a heated look.
“Minx.” He chuckles and moves away from me.
He opens a door near the bureau and goes in. I hear a cabinet door open and then the sound of water running. He returns a moment later and kneels between my legs. He gently runs the rag over my breasts, cleaning up the blood. He moves on to my stomach then to my thighs, which are both covered in smeared blood like he painted them. When he finishes, I can see the cuts he made, surrounded by large hickeys on my thigh and both my breasts.
“I like when you blush, pet.”
His words make me blush even harder. Gently he uncuffs my hands and lowers my arms. I had no idea how sore they’d be, but they are. He smiles as he removes my legs from the slings and sets my feet on the floor.
“Careful now, pet, your limbs are probably going to be a little unsteady. Don’t try to move yet.”
“Yes, sir.” I nod.
He gets up and moves to the bathroom again. I hear the water turn on and after a few minutes he comes back to me with a fresh cloth. This time, he bends over and scoops me up out of the chair and carries me over to the bed, gently setting me down. He runs the fresh cloth over me, making sure he has me fully clean and then moves to my pussy, gently wiping me down. He grins as his fingers touch the butt plug still in my ass. “Keep it in, or take it out, pet?”
I bite my lip and blush hard. Feeling naughty, I say, “Can I keep it in, sir?”
His grin deepens. “I think I like the thought of you walking around with my toy in you.” He gives the toy a spin in my ass. “However, I expect payment for the toy, so I think I’ll keep your panties.”
I feel my blush moving from my cheeks down my neck. “Yes, sir.”
“Such a naughty minx you are, pet. I almost hate letting you go.” He watches me with a hooded look in his grey eyes.
“I don’t want you to let me go, sir.”
He arches his brow at me. “Then you would not be averse to doing this again, with me?”
“I would very much enjoy doing this again with you, sir.”
“Excellent.” He grins and moves to the bureau and pours a glass of soda into a paper cup, and then returns to me. “Drink this, it will help you at least get on your feet. Then we’ll get you dressed, and exchange phone numbers.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, feeling a thrill of excitement shoot through me as I drink the soda quickly.
He takes the cup and tosses it in the garbage, then helps me to sit up and brings my clothes over. He dresses me in everything except my panties, which he shoves in his pocket with a grin. He makes me stay sitting on the bed while he dresses, and once he’s fully dressed and his bag is repacked, he helps me rise. We exchange phone numbers, and we leave the room together.
“Where should I escort you, pet?”
I reach up and touch my neck. “I suppose back upstairs to the dance club,” I say.
“Did you come to the club with anyone?”
Smiling, I say, “Yes, sir.”
“A girlfriend? Is she enjoying a scene?”
“Yes, Bella is here somewhere with Augustus. Maybe they have returned upstairs as well. We didn’t say where we’d meet when we were finished.”
“Very well, pet, we shall see if we can find her for you.” He smile
s and leads me up the stairs back to the main floor.
The music is loud, and the lights almost hurt my eyes now.
“Let me get you a table and a drink, another soda, I think is called for. It really is best to have something with a bit of sugar but no alcohol.”
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
He grins and settles me at a table. I see Bella and Augustus on the dance floor, and she waves to me. I wave back as James goes to get my drink. He returns a moment later and hands it to me.
“Drink it all, pet.”
“Yes, sir.” As I lift the glass, still a little weak, I am hoping that Bella and Augustus have already finished their scene, and she’s nearly ready to leave. I drink the soda almost totally in one go.
“Good girl.” He smiles. “Do you want another?”
“No, thank you, sir.” I smile up at him.
The song ends, and Bella and Augustus join us. Augustus looks at James suspiciously, but Bella is overly enthusiastic. “Hey! Did you two hook up?”
I blush, knowing my face must be scarlet and look up at James. He chuckles.
“I shall leave you to chat with your girlfriend, pet, and we will arrange another time to meet up soon, yes?”
“Yes, sir.” I look up at him and smile.
He leans down and kisses me. “Until later, pet.” He raises back up and looks at Augustus.
“Love, I’m going to have to get back to work. I’ll see you again soon, though, yeah?”
“Yes, you’ll text me?” she asks looking up at Augustus with bright eyes.
“I will.” He kisses her and then turning to James, nods his head off to the side.
Bella sighs and gazes after him for a moment.
“Ready to go?” I say, feeling so naughty sitting there with no panties on and the plug in my ass.
