by Rynna Cress
Satisfied, Rebecca set the phone aside and took another sip of her drink, giving a happy little moan as she continued slowly teasing herself beneath the surface of the water.
~*~
“Ah, fuck!” Mackenzie cried out, his knees buckling slightly beneath him. It was a good thing he had a full shopping cart to cling onto – otherwise, the surprise of the pain might have caused him to collapse outright. An elderly woman passing by in the aisle gave him a quizzical, disapproving look. He returned with a mock polite smile, followed by a middle finger after she had passed.
It wasn’t just the fact that Mackenzie was out shopping for groceries that was putting him in such a sour mood. Sure, he hadn’t set foot in a supermarket in over two years, leaving the responsibility of purchasing food to his long-suffering personal assistant. Pushing a cart around a cramped store checking items off of a list was certainly far beneath Mackenzie.
But in reality, he was in a sour mood because of the metal ball Rebecca had worked up his ass before he had left.
“It’s remote activated,” she had gleefully explained, dangling it in front of his face. “All I have to do is pull my phone out and press a few buttons, and no matter where you are… you’ll know I’m thinking of you.” He could only guess what she had been talking about at the time, but now, at the store, with the ball electrocuting him from the inside out, he got the picture.
“Hurry back,” she had said, patting him on the butt as she shooed him out the door. “You’ll be rewarded for being such a good boy…”
Mackenzie made his way back from the errands, the words replaying in his mind. After a morning spent indulging Rebecca’s every whim and enduring her every punishment, Mackenzie dared think he happened to deserve a reward, and looked forward to…
ZAP!
Another sharp shock, this one more intense than all the rest, interrupted his chain of thought, causing the muscles in the lower half of his body to tense all at once, his foot giving a tiny involuntary burst of extra gas to the accelerator and causing the engine to rev out of gear. He sighed, the shock bringing his cocky ass back down to earth a little bit. Just what the hell was he doing, he wondered? Why exactly was he playing along with Rebecca’s games? Did he really want her that badly?
Of course he did, was the answer, but still – was she really worth serving as a boot licking, errand boy, pain slut? Or was there something more at play here, something more than his desire to get laid…
He thought back to what he had drunkenly said to her the night before. He had seen something different in her when she had come to collect his script, some kind of opening, and of course, he had followed her home hoping to exploit it. He was an expert at telling people – particularly women – exactly what they wanted to hear, and Rebecca wasn’t supposed to be any different. But as he had spoken about his desire for to believe in him – the real him – it had felt like something more than the usual bullshit. Something inside of him had been surprisingly sincere.
The truth, even though he wasn’t yet capable of admitting it, was that part of Mackenzie was bored and unsatisfied with the drunken playboy lifestyle. Deep down, in a place he’d learned to largely ignore, he craved substance. He craved something real. He craved something that would be good for him, for a change, something different than the toxic, self-indulgent hedonism he practiced day in and day out. When he thought of Rebecca, that part of Mackenzie was reminded of one of his favorite lines from one of his favorite screenplays – “You make me want to be a better man.”
He didn’t just want Rebecca – he wanted to be good enough for her. And in the year he’d known her, she had made one thing repeatedly clear: he wasn’t. But now, today, everything had changed. So long as he could accept her way of doing things, he was good enough for her. And he liked it. For the first time in ages, Mackenzie was listening to that small part of himself he had grown so used to squelching, maybe even letting it take control for a change.
And that part of him desperately wanted to submit to Rebecca, to drop further and further down the rabbit hole with her.
He made his way up the stairs to her apartment, juggling bags of groceries in each arm and carrying the hanger holding Ron’s dry-cleaned suit in his teeth. When he arrived at Rebecca’s door, he found a note:
M-
Come and find me in the bathroom.
-R
He smiled at the sight of it, remembering again her promise of a reward. Careful not to drop anything, he made his way inside, hanging the suit on Rebecca’s coat rack and dropping the groceries off in the kitchen. He started to make his way towards the bathroom, but stopped, turned around, and made sure to put the groceries away first. The last thing he wanted to do was incur some kind of… kinky penalty. He already had an electrified ball up his ass, for Christ’s sake…
When he arrived at the bathroom door, he found a black silk scarf hanging on the doorknob, along with another note:
Blindfold yourself, then come in.
With his eyebrow raised, he shrugged and tied the scarf around his head, blindfolding himself. Here goes… something… he thought to himself, blindly pushing the door open.
“There you are,” he heard, along with the gentle splash of water. “Come here…”
Careful not to slip, Mackenzie slowly moved towards the voice, until he felt a wet hand take his, guiding him to the side of the tub. “On your knees,” Rebecca said, helping him down to the cool tile. “Did you complete your errands?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, breathing a shaky breath as her fingertips began teasing their way up and down his face and across his lips.
“And my groceries are all put away?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Mmmm,” she purred, pleased, her fingers slipping their way into his mouth for him to suck. “Good boy…”
ZAP!
Mackenzie had practically forgotten about the ball in his ass, but the sudden jolt gave him a sharp reminder of its presence. Bearing the painful internal sting, he pursed his lips down over Rebecca’s fingers as she gave a playful, wicked laugh. “And I see you kept my little toy where it belongs. Very good, indeed…”
She retrieved her fingers from his mouth, and he heard some more gentle splashing as she repositioned herself in the water. “Show me your hands,” she commanded. He held them out for her – in his left hand, he quickly felt a large, soft sponge, followed by one of Rebecca’s feet in his right hand.
“Go on,” she said, “clean it.”
Giving the arch in her foot a sensual squeeze, he began working the sponge over her delicate skin, squeezing the soapy water out between her toes and kneading her tender flesh. He had never been particularly fond of feet before, but something about the firm, muscular quality of her foot coupled with the soft moans she was producing as he cleaned it made him incredibly aroused. Within his khakis, his dick was beginning to grow within the chastity device, producing a dull, steady throb of painful confinement – a firm reminder of his place beneath Rebecca’s control.
“Mmm,” she moaned, offering him the other foot. “Keep going, darling.”
Darling. Rebecca had called Mackenzie a lot of things to his face, and he could only imagine the things she had called him behind his back. Darling was certainly not one of them. And yet it rolled off of her tongue so easily, just as boy and slave had, and practically seemed like a reward in and of itself by comparison.
Mackenzie washed her foot, massaged it, worked his thumb up along her sole, the suds dripping down over her skin, a passionate sense of urgency developing in his motions. Mackenzie realized that it was the first time Rebecca had allowed him to touch her freely… he thought back to the night before, the way he had grabbed her ass. Doing something like that now seemed absolutely unthinkable. What had changed?
Mackenzie didn’t know, and he was realizing that he didn’t much care. All that mattered was pleasing Rebecca in every way possible.
Something about being blindfolded seemed to magnify Macke
nzie’s sense of touch. Her skin was delicate and soft under his thumb, yet firm and tough at the same time. There was something especially fitting about it, he realized, thinking of how her gentle, almost dainty beauty contrasted so perfectly with her rigid and surprising inner strength. He could sense a strange feeling building within him, something almost like… devotion. He wasn’t just cleaning her feet, he realized – he was worshipping them…
Mackenzie couldn’t help himself. Almost without thinking, he lowered his face, pressing his lips to the bottom of Rebecca’s toes and gradually taking a few of them into his mouth, sucking lightly and working his tongue between them. Rebecca gave a soft, appreciative moan – music to Mackenzie’s ears. He sucked harder, almost eagerly, carefully taking her big toe in his teeth and gently tugging on it, giving a low, content growl.
Rebecca laughed and indulged him, working her foot deeper into his mouth, enjoying the feel of his warm tongue trapped underneath the soft, fleshy pad below her toes. Mackenzie gave a muffled murmur of submissive gratitude, doing his best to put his mouth to good use. The goal was simple: do whatever it took bring his Mistress pleasure. The thought of succeeding only made his cock bulge even harder within his plastic chastity cage. The pain wasn’t unbearable, though. As Mackenzie was quickly learning, pain could be very, very erotic…
“So,” Rebecca said, carefully watching her blindfolded pet worship the very soles she walked on, “my sexy toy likes using his mouth…”
His lips still wrapped around her toes, Mackenzie could only offer an eager nod. Rebecca answered with a low, devious chuckle, then removed her foot and repositioned herself. Mackenzie could hear her standing up, then felt her fingers suddenly clenching at his hair, yanking his head upright.
“Let’s put that slave mouth to good use, then,” she said, pulling his head forward until his lips found themselves landing on tight, delicate skin. Mackenzie gasped, quickly realizing where Rebecca had him.
“That’s right, slave,” she purred wickedly. “Worship your Mistress’ ass.”
With his face buried between her two pillowy cheeks, Mackenzie needed no further convincing. Immediately, he began lapping his tongue over her tight hole, splashes of her bathwater infused with the taste of her crotch quickly collecting in the back of his mouth. The taste coated his tongue, her savory juices overwhelming his taste buds, drawing deep moans from him. His breath quickening, he circled his tongue around her tender rim, worshipping it as he had worshipped her feet – just as he would worship every square inch of her, he realized.
“Inside,” Rebecca murmured, biting her lip and pulling his face in tight against her, bucking her hips back against his mouth. “I want your tongue inside of me...”
Mackenzie moaned straight into her ass, then tightened his tongue and slowly began working it up inside of her. He had never felt more subservient in his life – not that subservience was a terribly common state of mind for the young writer. Still, as he massaged his tongue in and out of Rebecca, it began to dawn on Mackenzie… he belonged to her. He could imagine no lengths to which he wouldn’t go to please her, no depths to which he wouldn’t lower himself to satisfy her. He knew it, and perhaps more importantly, he knew she knew it. The power was hers to do with as she pleased. She could abuse him, humiliate him, degrade him… and he would embrace it. Everything had changed. Once drunk on his own power, Mackenzie was powerless now, and happily so. He was hers.
With his mouth worshipping Rebecca’s ass, Mackenzie was beginning to understand his new role. When Rebecca called him “slave,” that was exactly what she meant.
Rebecca pulled his whimpering face in even tighter, smothering him against her backside, drowning him in her flesh. When she felt content to allow him a breath, she would pull his head back, taking delight in the sound of him gasping for air. Then, she’d pull him straight back into his face-first embrace with her ass, purring and moaning in ecstasy all the way.
“I think we’ve found a hidden talent,” she cooed. “From now on, your tongue will be responsible for cleaning my ass inside and out every… single… fucking… day…”
Mackenzie whimpered again at the overwhelming thought, knowing that it was useless to try and deny it. If she wanted him every day, then she would have him. The very thought of questioning it seemed irrational to him.
She yanked his hair again, pulling his head back to allow him another breath. “Such a good little slut,” she whispered. “And I know just what to do with good little sluts…”
Releasing him from her grasp, Rebecca carefully stepped out of the tub and into a bathrobe, then untied Mackenzie’s blindfold.
“Take your clothes off, take the toy out of your ass, wash up if you need to… then come find me in my bedroom,” she commanded, smiling a mischievous, confident smile at him before exiting the room.
Mackenzie could feel his heart beginning to beat a little faster at the thought of finally jumping into bed with Rebecca. He thought of the chastity key, hanging so perfectly between her shapely breasts – finally getting released from the device would be an enormous relief. Like she had said, he had been a good little slave, obedient and respectful. He had played by her rules, endured her torments, run her errands, worshipped her… Mackenzie was ready for more.
Mackenzie was ready for sex.
“Oh, and Mackenzie?”
He turned around, his shirt already unbuttoned, and found Rebecca back in the doorway. She tossed something across the room to him.
“Panties?” he said, looking up at her, confused.
Rebecca gave a knowing nod. “Black lace. My favorites. You’ll look perfect in them.”
Mackenzie’s face scrunched up a little, betraying his distaste for the thought. “You want me to… wear these?”
Rebecca nodded again, stepping closer to him, her bathrobe hanging open, offering him a peek of the smooth-skinned curves hidden inside. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in and kissing his earlobe before whispering:
“What I want… is for you to embrace your feminine side.”
Mackenzie shuddered at her touch, resisting the urge to pull her in close and take her right there on the bathroom floor, knowing there would be absolute hell to pay if he dared try such a thing.
“And why is that, Mistress?” he finally asked, swallowing a newfound lump in his throat. Rebecca responded with a laugh that was delectably sinful, almost sadistically gleeful.
“Because I’m about to fuck that adorable ass of yours,” she whispered.
Mackenzie’s heart skipped a beat. He opened his eyes and glanced down, his eyes widening when he saw it: a long, thick, and decidedly intimidating black strap-on protruding from the center of the robe, peeking out like a silent threat – or perhaps a promise. Mackenzie practically went white at the sight of it, which only made the smile on Rebecca’s face grow even bigger. She turned back towards the bedroom, letting the bathrobe fall to the floor as she exited the room.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” she cooed.
~*~
CRACK.
Naked except for the black panties that neatly hugged his encapsulated dick, Mackenzie crept down the hallway towards the closed door to Rebecca’s bedroom, listening carefully to the sharp yet muffled sound that came from within every few seconds.
CRACK.
It was unmistakable – the sound of a whip.
There was no denying that Mackenzie was afraid. Rebecca was pulling him further and further down her twisted rabbit hole, teasing him and torturing him at every turn. And now… a strap-on? Panties? A whip? How much cruelty and humiliation did she really expect him to endure? Was she just stringing him along, abusing his unshakeable attraction to her, seeing how far she could take him and how many times she could deny him before he’d finally throw his hands up and demand his release? He didn’t have the answer. But what he did know was that none of this was stopping him from creeping closer and closer to that door.
CRACK.
He had never worn panties
before, he had never been fucked in the ass before, and he had certainly never been whipped before. He had always thought of himself as physically tough and capable of handling pain, but then again, Rebecca had already practically brought him to tears – and that was just with a paddle. With a whip and a long, thick dildo, there was no telling how far she would push him, or how he would react.
He suddenly remembered her words, whispered in his ear: “You’ll be crying long before I’m through with you.”
Still somewhat incredulous of himself, Mackenzie pushed the door open. And there she stood. Her back was facing him, and in the dim candlelight, with her red curls tumbling freely past her naked shoulders, her spine trailing downwards to a perfectly round ass that sat perched atop two long, smooth, slender legs, he realized that she was even more beautiful than he had ever imagined. She turned around to face him, looking him directly in his eye, toying with the coiled whip in her fingertips.
“Do you have any idea how much it pleases me when you obey me?”
They honestly weren’t the words Mackenzie had expected her to say. He had become so used to Rebecca’s cold, indifferent, almost vengeful sadism towards him, but this… this almost sounded like a compliment… It put Mackenzie at a loss for words.
She stepped forward, her hair falling down over her breasts, her large nipples gently bobbing back and forth as she moved, the key still dangling from the chain around her neck. She took Mackenzie’s hand, bringing it to her mouth and kissing his fingers.
“I want you, Mackenzie,” she whispered. “I want you, and I’m going to take you. I’ve wanted to do it ever since I first saw you. I just never felt like you could handle it until now…” She lowered his hand and looked him in the eye, leaning close and whispering, “Can you handle it, Mackenzie?”
“…Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice hushed and almost solemn, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Her hand, meanwhile, had found its way down to the front of his crotch, her fingertips slowly teasing the bulge of his chastity device within the black lace of the panties.
