The Denim Dom

by Tymber Dalton

  “Thank you, Sir. You’re too good to me.”

  He laughed and reached for the remote, which he’d put on the coffee table next to his plate. “Ooh, sarcasm. That means pet needs a little more distraction.”

  Her protest turned into a plaintive moan as she struggled not to orgasm when he bumped the setting higher on the vibrating egg.

  “You can always safeword,” he reminded her with an evil grin.

  Truth be told, she didn’t really want the torture to end.

  She shook her head.

  Now gave her another look she loved besides his playful smile. This grin, almost like a little boy with a toy, made him look practically giddy. She loved it.

  She loved that she was the reason he smiled like that, the source of his amusement, even if at her own expense.

  Then again, it was no large sacrifice to endure.

  He didn’t let her help clean up. He moved her back to the kitchen on the pillow where he could keep an eye on her and keep her mentally off-balance with the vibrating egg. When he had the leftovers put up and the dishes clean, he crooked a finger at her.

  Carefully, oh so carefully, she got to her feet without orgasming.

  Barely.

  He smiled. “Such a good pet. I think you’re ready for the next part of our night.” He turned the egg off. She found that to be both a blessed relief, and that she missed it.

  He picked up her blanket and pillow, hooked a finger through the front ring of her collar, and led her back to the playroom.

  Working quickly, he removed the harness and pulled the egg from her. After wiping down the harness, and then washing the egg in a sink in the far corner that she’d missed before, he draped a towel over one of the spanking benches. He adjusted it to his liking, so the head was higher than the feet. Rolling up another towel, he put it at the head of the bench.

  “On your back, pet. Ass at the lower end.”

  She did. He quickly used clips on the base of the bench to attach the wrist cuffs so her arms were down and immobilized. “Comfy, pet?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He grinned. “You won’t be for long.”

  He grabbed another set of leather cuffs and attached them to her ankles. Then came a two-foot-long, smooth metal rod less than an inch in diameter with eyelets at each end.

  “Spreader bar,” he said in response to her unasked question.

  He clipped the ankle cuffs to the spreader bar, then made her draw her knees up to her chest.

  It left her wide open and exposed.

  “Oh, it gets better, pet,” he assured her. He used ropes, tied to the ankle cuffs and the base of the bench above her head, so that she couldn’t put her legs down if she wanted to. “And I don’t want you to fall off, either.” He used more rope, securing her waist to the bench.

  “There. That’s better.” He actually clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Questions, pet?”

  She shook her head.

  He pulled a chair over, and a rolling tray that reminded her of a hospital bed tray.

  She watched as he assembled a variety of implements, dildos, and vibrators before he appeared satisfied.

  He sat down in front of her and leaned to one side so she could look him in the eye. His expression grew serious. “Same rules apply, pet. Green, yellow, red. If at any time there’s bad pain, or you get a leg cramp or something, then you safeword. All right?”

  She nervously nodded. She was so horny, and now apprehensive, she didn’t dare speak.

  “Good girl.” His grin returned.

  The first item on his agenda was introducing her to nipple clamps. He stood and stepped beside her, holding them up. “These aren’t too bad,” he said as he flicked one of the clamps, which resembled long tweezers. “I want to work you up to the heavier, vibrating kind.”

  He gently rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making it hard and aching from the attention. She yelped when he quickly attached the clamp to it.

  The clamps were joined by a length of light, jewelry-weight chain. He repeated the attention to her right nipple before attaching the clamp.

  Aaaand now her clit really throbbed like crazy.

  He hooked one finger under the chain and lifted it, applying just a little tension to her nipples. “How’s that, pet?”

  “Ye–Yes, Sir.”

  He laughed. “Just think, maybe one day I’ll be able to have your nipples pierced. Then you can wear a pretty, jeweled chain joining them and a ring through your clit hood. I could attach a leash to it and lead you around by it.”

  Her cunt throbbed at his words and the visual they painted.

  His eyes narrowed as his gaze speared her. “Would you like that, pet?” he quietly asked.

  She discovered yes, she thought she just might. “Yes, Sir.”

  The grin returned. “Such a good girl. You are in for a treat. I was going to start training you for anal tonight, then thought no, we’ll save that for next weekend. You were so good last night I’d rather just give you a night of pure pleasure.”

  Her heart raced. Anal? Yes, they’d talked about it. And yes, she’d agreed to it, but she’d never actually done it before in her life. Until now, that orifice had always been exit-only.

  She suspected if he worked her up the way she felt now before trying it, he’d have her begging for the biggest butt plug he had in minutes.

  He returned to his seat.

  If going to the gynecologist had ever been this fun, I’d have appointments every month.

  “From this point on, pet, you have permission to come as much as you want. In fact, I’m counting on it because that’s sort of the whole point.” He leaned to the side so he could look her in the eye. “If we were in a relationship, by the way, there would be no red allowed for this kind of scene.” He smiled.

  “Wh–Why not, Sir?”

  He laughed. “That’s a benefit of being in a relationship. Orgasms don’t hurt. Yes, I realize after a while you can get raw and chafed. I’m not talking about that. Then the code is black, meaning medical, all play stops immediately. That is never taken off the table. But if a woman wants to safeword after two or three orgasms just because they’re intense, not painful, that sort of defeats the whole purpose of ‘forced orgasm torture.’”

  She nodded. Her brain found it difficult to speak with the nipple clamps distracting her.

  “You, however, can of course use the codes I gave you. I just wanted to let you know how I do it under circumstances where I have full control. Now, let’s get busy.”

  He reached over to the tray and grabbed something. She didn’t even bother looking to see what it was. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Impossible, because it felt like all the blood in her body was now located in her cunt and clit.

  Is this what blue balls feels like?

  He rubbed the dildo up and down between her labia. When he slowly started working it inside her, she gasped. It was larger than the one he’d used on her last night.

  “This is my favorite rabbit,” he told her. “Never fails to deliver.” Once he’d worked a majority of the length inside her, she felt the forked arm of the clit stimulator rubbing on either side of her engorged nub.

  He turned it on. She jumped, surprised, as it started swirling around inside her. “It rotates and vibrates.” He hit another button and the vibration started. “By the way, this room is pretty well soundproofed. Feel free to scream.”

  It felt like someone lit a propane tank in her clit. He turned the vibrator up to high and held it still as she let a shriek fly. The ability to form conscious thought fled as she twisted and struggled to move away from the intensity of the sensations. Between the dildo part inside her hitting her G-spot and the clit stimulator directly thrumming against her, all she could do was lie there and suffer through wave after wave of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever felt in her life. Even as she struggled to move away from it, her bonds securely held her to the b
ench.

  He laughed. “That’s right, pet. You can’t get loose. You’re here for the duration until I decide you’ve had enough. And we’ve just gotten started.” He started fucking her with the vibrator, temporarily allowing her to get her breath back just to press the rabbit back into position so her clit was once again under attack.

  Tears rolled down her face as she tossed her head back and forth. It was too much, too intense—

  “Such a good girl,” he cooed. “Look at you, all tied up and coming for me.”

  She pried her eyes open to see him smiling at her.

  Nothing short of unbearable pain would make her safeword now.

  After a few minutes he turned off that vibrator, leaving her panting and gasping for breath. He didn’t let her rest for long, however.

  “I think you’ll like this one, too,” he said.

  When he pushed it into her pussy, her body greedily sucked it in the way it had the vibrating egg earlier. Then she heard the sound of pumping and realized the dildo was inflating inside her.

  “Let me know if it’s too big,” he sternly ordered as he inflated it.

  Just when it got to the point she wasn’t sure she could take it anymore, he stopped. “That’s good,” he said.

  Then she heard buzzing of a different kind and he pressed a vibrator directly to her clit.

  She would have come up off the bench if not for the restraints. She cried and pulled and twisted, but he forced more orgasms out of her until they all seemed to roll together into one red-hot climax she could barely breathe through. As he did that, he tugged on the base of the dildo with his other hand, pulling and pushing it just a little, rapidly, hitting her G-spot and everywhere else inside her at the same time, it felt like.

  Torture…holy crap, it is torture…

  And she never wanted it to end.

  He soon tired of that one. He gave her a few moments to rest while he deflated and removed the dildo. He reached between her legs and up her body to the nipple clamp chain and gently tugged it. “How we doing, pet?”

  She softly sobbed as the stimulation made her buzzing clit throb again. “Green,” she managed to whisper.

  He tugged the chain a little harder. “What, pet?” he sternly asked.

  “Ow! Green, Sir!”

  He laughed and released the chain. He rested his warm palm flat on her tummy. “Such a good girl for me,” he said. “I’m so proud of you.”

  He stroked her belly. “Just think how much better this will be next weekend when I have a butt plug up your ass at the same time. Maybe I’ll even put one of my penis gags in your mouth. I have a small one. Then you can have all three holes filled at the same time while I’m buzzing your clit. Would you like that, pet? I know I’d love it. I could put you on all fours on the other bench, move it out to my living room, and sit there and watch TV while you lie there all night, helpless to do anything about it except come. I’ll even put the weighted, vibrating nipple clamps on you so that every time you move they swing around and add even more torment.”

  She whimpered, almost ashamed to admit it when the mental image made her pussy throb again. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  Right now, hell, she’d agree to anything he asked. The blessed endorphins had returned with a vengeance. Nothing in the world mattered to her besides what they were doing at this moment. She wanted to please him and keep feeling like this.

  “Good girl. Consider it added to next weekend’s agenda.” His hand disappeared. Then another dildo slowly started fucking her. Thicker than the rabbit, he quickly had it buried as far inside her as it would go. He held it in place with one hand, using his fingers to spread her labia far apart.

  Then she howled as a pinching pain attached itself to the top of her left outer labia.

  “Just a clothespin, pet,” he scolded. “Are you safewording?”

  She thrashed her head back and forth. “No, Sir.”

  “Give me a color!” he barked.

  “Green!” she sobbed. “Green, Sir!”

  “Good girl,” he cooed, then a matching pinch clamped down on the right side. She let out a cry, but that turned into a moan as he started fucking her with the dildo and he pressed another vibrator against her clit.

  He added more clothespins until she lost count, tempering each one with more fucking and buzzing until the whole orgasm-pain cycle melded into one long, searing quicksilver of sensations she both hated and never wanted to stop.

  He turned up the vibrator and started fucking her harder with the dildo. “Come again for me, pet. Now!”

  Pulling against the restraints was futile, but it was all she could do. She screamed as more liquid fire seemed to consume her cunt and clit, no longer able to tell what was pain and pleasure.

  “Good girl!” He kept the vibrator going, leaving her gasping and sobbing as more aftershocks robbed her of strength. The clothespins disappeared one by one though, and even as he kept vibrating her clit he soothed her flesh with his other hand, gently rubbing her folds and taking the pain away until only pleasure was left.

  She flexed her hips as much as she could in time with his thrusts with the dildo. She could no longer tell which orgasms started within and which ones were triggered by her clit.

  He shut off the vibrator and removed the dildo at the same time. Shocked, she gasped, relieved and disappointed at the same time. She shivered a little as the fine sheen of sweat now covering her body chilled her.

  “Such a good girl.” He reached up and freed her nipples. She yelped again when they stung as blood rushed back into them. He soothed them with his fingers though, until his touch was pure pleasure.

  Keeping her eyes closed, she let herself relax as all she felt was his hand, working back and forth between her nipples until that, too, ceased.

  She should have known better.

  “Let’s see how you like this, pet.” She felt him press something over her clit, something round, and before she could raise her head to see what, she heard a pumping sound.

  Lightning exploded in her clit. Or, that was what it felt like. “This is clit pumping, pet. I’ll only leave it on for a minute or two.” She howled as her swollen and sensitive clit was sucked into the cup and he disconnected the hand pump.

  Then the click of a vibrator, which he placed against the side of the cup.

  She thrashed against her restraints as pain and pleasure struggled for dominance until she didn’t care anymore. She was about to safeword when she felt the suction disappear at the same time she heard a soft whish as he released the valve on the cup.

  It took every last ounce of strength to suck air into her lungs as the soft sound of his chuckle came to her. He knelt next to her and stroked her hair. “My poor pet. That was almost too much, wasn’t it?”

  She closed her eyes and nodded.

  “Don’t worry. We can work up to longer times on that.” He stroked her forehead. “But I will be trying the cups on your nipples next weekend. For as long as you had the nipple clamps on tonight, I expect you’ll be able to tolerate them for a while.”

  She shivered and forced her eyes open. His gaze looked concerned, his face inches from hers. “Where are we, pet?” he softly asked.

  She couldn’t close her eyes. She wanted to drown in his gaze.

  A scary thought struck her. I’m falling in love with him.

  She shoved it away. “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “You were a very good girl for me tonight. We’re done. Now, we’re going to go cuddle on the couch and watch TV and you can even take a nap if you want.”

  She closed her eyes and nodded as the tears started.

  He quickly unbound her and wrapped a blanket around her. “Hold on to me,” he said.

  She wrapped an arm around his neck as he scooped her up. She rested her face against his chest and kept her eyes closed as he carried her out to the living room. Only after he had her settled on the couch with her head in his lap did she open
her eyes and look up at him.

  He gazed down at her. His hand kept stroking her hair, something she hoped he didn’t stop doing. “Are you all right, pet?”

  She nodded, too tired to say anything. As her tears faded, she felt darkness closing in and gave in to it.

  * * * *

  It wasn’t until he was sure she’d fallen asleep that he threw back his head and closed his eyes. His body thrummed with tension, adrenaline, desire.

  He’d never had so much fun in his entire life. If he could, he’d put her in his bed, get undressed, and curl his body around hers all night long.

  Jesus, I’m in love with her.

  By all rights he knew he should end their agreement now, and tell her exactly why.

  But it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t keep his heart corralled.

  I can do this. I can handle this.

  He hoped.

  He’d only had her on the bench for about thirty minutes, but she slept nearly two hours. He dozed off and on, starting awake anytime he felt her move.

  He was awake and watching her when she finally rejoined the land of the lucid.

  He smiled down at her. “Sleep well?”

  She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “It was definitely my pleasure, pet.”

  “How long was I out?”

  “Nearly two hours. It’s all right. I wore you out.” She looked sad for a moment. “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “I’m not going to want to go to work tomorrow,” she said. “I feel like I’ve run a marathon.”

  “I’m really impressed by how well you did. You took everything I threw at you like a champ. You probably would have tolerated the clit pumping better if I’d done it early on, but you kept up with me.”

  She blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Any questions?”

  She stared up into his eyes again. He loved her hazel eyes, little flecks of amber and green and brown giving her a sweet look. “Are you still horny, Sir?”

  His cock throbbed in his jeans. “Yes, pet. That’s my problem, not yours.”

  “May I watch you…” She blinked. “You know, can I watch you rub one out?”