The pressure he exerted boiled over, and my body squeezed and released both cocks in convulsions beyond my control. Grant shuddered silently behind me. I felt the change in my supersensitive asshole. Roger ground and buried his face between my breasts.
I leaned my head back full on Grant’s shoulder and looked over at him. “Did I pass your test, Master?” The grin I couldn’t help no matter what punishment he might devise.
Chapter Six
As Grant and Roger untangled our bodies, I felt the slight ache of overuse and newly stretched muscles.
“You need to rest a bit,” Grant said.
From where I sat, it was the master who needed a rest. My body probably could use a break. My mind, however, craved more. I’d jump into anything Grant ordered.
The strange words whirled in my mind. Orders. Master. Slave. Obey. I hadn’t been hypnotized, yet I acted in ways I’d never dreamed of with a man who didn’t even believe in my gifts.
Therein lay my biggest issue. While I trusted Grant with my body, I’d never fully trust him with my mind or my heart. He didn’t fully appreciate how I, as an individual, worked. If he didn’t believe in me as a psychic, I couldn’t put all my fear aside and trust him with my entire being.
Everyone seemed to need a rest. I knew I had to lift the hypnosis while we were calm. Now was the time. If I waited and we started again, I might never get the clarity of mind back until I’d agreed to follow Grant to the ends of the earth. That would be the wrong move.
Meeting his friends, on the other hand, felt right. Maybe I could explore this with someone who believed in me and fully accepted me. The potential intimacy scared me, and I put the thought aside.
I needed all my concentration for bringing my friends out of hypnosis.
I moved to the center of the room and waited until all eyes had gravitated toward me. “Everyone, jade.”
The trigger word showed me no external reaction to speak of, but I had their attention. “It’s time that we end this session so I’m going to ask you all to relax and breathe deeply and steadily. You’re going to remember everything that happened here and how it felt, but you’ll all return to normal feelings when it comes to inhibitions. However, you’ll feel no guilt over anything we did tonight. A few more deep breaths.”
I paused for them to breathe, relax, and absorb my words thoroughly. “On the count of three, you’ll all return as you were before. One, two, and three.”
Marina blinked, and everyone took a deep breath. I watched for the reaction as their inhibitions collided with their memories. Despite my instruction for no guilt, it was not a guarantee, but merely a suggestion they could potentially ignore.
Instead of surprised or confused people searching out their clothing, Marina moved to Roger and proceeded to seductively lick my pussy juice off his cock. She acted as though I hadn’t removed the hypnotic suggestion at all, and a full orgy still ruled the room. Roger showed no sign of rejection or uncertainty. I looked to Bill and Joel who crawled into their own kinky couple to reconnect.
Nothing had changed.
I avoided Grant’s gaze since he thought my skills false anyway. I stood adrift in confusion but unwilling to ruin my friends’ fun. I’d try my skills again later.
“So you’ve decided against pursuing the submissive lifestyle?” Grant asked.
I sighed and turned to him. “I’m not sure I’m cut out to be a sex toy only allowed pleasure at the whim of others.”
Grant stepped closer to me. “The intensity is addictive. You’ve never had anything this deep. I understand that it’s scary.” His hands gently caressed my shoulders.
“How do I know?” I asked.
“You’ll know because you won’t be able to give it up, even when it’s hard. And when you try to walk away, you’ll crave it.” His hands dipped to stroke my breasts gently.
Right now, I still debated exploring it at all beyond tonight’s play. It didn’t turn me off, that much was obvious. “How does a Dom know the limits? If it’s such an intense and intimate relationship, how do you avoid breaking your sub totally? The safe word works to a point, but if someone really wants to obey, it could be a fine line.”
He smiled. “I’ll never break you because you won’t let your guard down with me. I see it in your eyes.”
“My gifts are such a part of who I am, how could I give in to someone who thinks it’s all a joke?”
“What you need you can’t get from me, but I can bring you to people who might. I’m not as uptight and stuffy as you thought I was.”
“I sensed the darker side that you hid from us all.” I gasped as his hands moved lower to tease my pussy. “Do you have sex slaves?”
Grant chuckled. “You’ve only experienced some secrets. If you enter my world, the possibilities are endless. This exchange tonight is only a taste to entice you. With so many people around who don’t practice the lifestyle, I can’t possibly give you a full experience.”
I leaned into him as my pussy grew wet. His words slipped into my mind with a haze of lust. “Why won’t you let me suck your cock?” I asked.
“To earn a reward, you must make a sacrifice of some sort. A breakthrough or an offering of obedience. You seem determined to hold onto your will.”
“I pleasured my friends and gave in to your every request,” I argued.
“Because it suited your needs, not because I wanted it.”
“You tied me up.” I squeezed his balls.
Grant’s free hand clamped on my wrist. “You loved it. That’s how I know you’ll give in eventually. You want it all. It might not be with me, but you’ll truly submit.”
My touch eased on his balls. He released my hand. The more I pushed Grant, the more I realized that this lifestyle, as he called it, had more to do with mind games than sex games. The brain, no doubt, was the most powerful sexual tool. I longed to explore that.
“What now?” I asked.
“You’re still submitting?” he replied.
“For tonight, I’ll continue sampling.” I couldn’t stop now. My body felt used in a way that put all past encounters to shame.
“Then let’s test your self-control.”
I groaned inwardly. He was obsessed with testing me. Yet, on one level, I was eager to prove myself.
“Lie on your back, on the bed.” He patted the leather-covered one.
I did as instructed. Grant grabbed my hands and wrapped my fingers around the metal bar just beneath my head so my arms were stretched.
“You don’t let go for any reason, understand?”
The new familiar thrill of orders shot through me. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He squeezed my hand around the metal bar.
“Yes, Master,” I replied.
“Now close your eyes,” he said.
I obeyed.
“Keep them closed no matter what.”
His hands explored my body slowly. Grant took his time trailing fingers over my stomach, arms, and dipping down to the sides of my breasts. When I giggled but kept my eyes closed, I knew I was in for something.
“Quiet!” He smacked the spot and worked his hands over my tits repeatedly. Squeezing and then pinching. I arched to meet his touch.
He took his hands away. “Down on the bed.”
The punishment hurt. I relaxed so my body was flat on the table, hoping for his touch to return.
His teeth caught my erect nipple and tugged. I fought the urge to open my eyes and watch him play with my flesh. I knew if I did, he’d stop. I gasped as he switched to my other breast, and flicked it with his tongue.
I held tight to the metal and squeezed my eyelids tight so I didn’t give in. The test had me so wet, I nearly begged to be fucked, but I needed the feel on my tits. My head thrashed from side to side, the only movement I could make besides opening my legs.
Desperate for relief from the wetness and swelling of my pussy, I hooked my legs under the table and treated those limbs as if they were as fixed in position as my
arms.
“Good girl,” Grant muttered against my breast.
I hoped he meant it. When two fingers pushed into my core, I knew he did. I pressed my hips down to the table instead of lifting them as I longed to do. But my body stayed pressed to the bed as Grant bit at my nipples and finger-fucked me deep. The first orgasm built fast. I heard myself begging to be fucked. After the third orgasm, I lost count and broke all the rules.
My hands held his head, my hips lifted, and my eyes watched him as he watched me. Punish me, please, I thought. The release felt so good I didn’t care about the consequences. I had Grant on me, and he was getting me off.
* * * * *
My punishment began when Grant abruptly pulled away. I lay on the leather bed, panting and groaning at the loss. Grant paced with his arms folded. He glared at me with disappointment. My pleasure faded fast.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Clearly you’re not ready to follow rules and allow for the pleasure of others. Still so selfish, Hannah.”
How could I be selfish when all I wanted was to give him a blowjob and taste his cum? I had a driving need to please him, and he held me at bay. I’d never make a good sex slave; my will to enjoy and follow my own ideas was too strong. “Maybe I’m not meant for this kind of play.”
His eyes glazed with a flash of anger. “It’s not play. Until you break this habit, you’ll never be ready. Obviously, I’m not the master for you, but I can’t introduce you to people until you’re ready to stick with it beyond the point of play.”
I sat up on the bed, ashamed of myself. “Tell me what I need to do.”
Grant shook his head. “For now, all you do is watch from the corner.” He pointed at an empty corner of the room.
I resisted a moment. To be sent to the corner like a disobedient child. However, I’d earned some punishment, and Grant, no doubt, enjoyed the humiliation angle. I eased off the bed and went to the corner. There I sat, knees pulled up to my chest with my arms wrapped around them.
“That’s better. You’ve monopolized too much time and attention as it is.” Grant turned his back to me. It hurt.
I’d readily please any of my friends, and he knew it. The psychology he used worked to a point, but I recognized it and fought it. Yet there I sat. I could get up and leave the room. I knew he wouldn’t stop me.
“Marina, you’ve clearly been neglected. What do you want that doesn’t involve our bad girl?” Grant sounded so sweet to Marina.
Her eyes darted to me, unsure of what to do. I gave her a smile and a nod. She deserved to enjoy the men any way she wanted.
Marina pulled them all together and whispered so I couldn’t hear. I easily could’ve dipped into her mind, but found I had no desire to do that. The idea of surprise aroused me. I waited patiently for the show to begin.
Roger lay flat on his back on the floor. Marina knelt with her legs on either side of him. She leaned forward and kissed him as she slowly eased her way onto his erection.
After a few teasingly slow strokes, she nodded to Bill. He moved in behind her and knelt. Drizzling lube on her asshole, there could be no doubt of his target.
I tried to ignore my body’s arousal. I never denied my high sex drive, but I refused to ruin Marina’s fun by masturbating. If Grant saw, he’d take me to a new level of punishment. This was bad enough. I had to experience the denial and follow the rules.
All my life I’d gotten around rules so easily with my gifts. Rules never applied to me, really. The advantages were endless, yet the idea of rules and restrictions turned me on. Contemplating my kink served no purpose. I let myself enjoy the view of Bill slowly entering Mar’s ass.
Her double penetration went easier than mine. I instantly knew this was nothing new for her. She rocked on both cocks like a pro, and smiled up at Joel who offered her his erection.
My pussy tightened as I watched my friend suck on Joel’s pulsing rod. I’d never been competitive, but I’d definitely try that some day.
I noticed Grant watching the foursome as well. Had Mar left him out of the loop on purpose because he’d been hard on me? I hoped she was on my side, but I knew if Grant wanted in, Marina wouldn’t refuse him.
Yet Grant hung back and watched me as much as the group. I couldn’t be trusted, apparently. Was it wrong of me to get some satisfaction that I’d pissed him off to such a degree? If he didn’t want me, he wouldn’t care. He’d never possess me the way he did his true sex slaves. He’d been right that I couldn’t fully submit to him. But for the right man, I harbored hopes of deeper exploration.
Grant was my entry ticket and safety net to the underground world of S&M. I had to prove myself to him first. He got off on this power, but I’d gotten off quite a bit myself.
Marina moaned as Joel fucked her mouth faster. She clung to his firm ass, sucked him to the base and let him thrust at will. Roger and Bill alternated fucking her, then timed it so they fucked her in unison.
My pussy strained, but I kept my hands visible so Grant knew I was following his direction. Joel grabbed Mar’s head and held her as he came in her mouth. He moaned in relief and stepped away to watch as he recovered.
Marina grinned and stuck her coated tongue out at me. The tease in her burst forth tonight. Then Roger’s hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her down for a deep kiss. Mar shared her reward with Roger. I envied them.
I glanced to Grant, who watched me intently. I lowered my eyes and went back to watching Marina in all her glory.
The two men paused inside of her and held the position. To my surprise, Grant stepped in and took Joel’s position fucking Marina’s mouth. He went slowly and let her kiss and suck while she sat packed tight with two cocks. Grant kept an eye on me in case I got the wrong idea about Joel being free. I knew better by now, but the temptation was there.
Gradually, Grant’s hips shifted. He began to fuck her mouth as Joel had. Marina clenched Grant’s buttocks and moaned as Grant tested her a little more with each thrust, not wanting to gag her.
I longed to be Marina right then. Double penetrated, but not in the same awkward position they’d put me. She was comfortable and on top, but stretched. Roger’s hands teased her tits as Bill pounded her ass. Mar showed nothing but enjoyment; her back arched, her mouth stretching, and her eyes smiling up at Grant.
She proved her own skills, swallowing most of his erection. Grant picked up the pace and fucked her mouth with shallow thrusts as Marina’s hands squeezed his ass. He wouldn’t last long, I predicted, since he’d been hard while testing me on the bed and hadn’t come since. I watched intently as his thrusts became less fluid. The man perched on the edge of coming. He fisted a hand in her hair and ground against her mouth.
Marina had gotten what I craved yet again. Grant doled out punishment swift and painful. As he stepped away, Marina showed me her tongue again.
It was too much.
I gave in and bolted from the corner. I wanted to suck Grant’s cock clean, or kiss Marina. In truth, I had no idea what I wanted or would do if I got that far.
Grant stepped between Marina and me before I got there. I froze. There was nothing to say. I’d failed again to follow basic instructions.
“You really want a full punishment, don’t you?” he asked.
I didn’t think answering would be wise. I knelt in front of him with my head down and waited.
“Get your ass in the swing. Face down and don’t say a word.” The anger in his voice told me I’d more than disappointed him. It hurt. The swing sounded fun, but I fully expected Grant to turn it into a very effective device of discipline.
I crawled to the swing and climbed in, face down. My pussy lined up with the edge, and my breasts hung over the opposite side. I faced away from the group and waited for Grant to hand down judgment.
I heard the whispers behind me, and I rubbed my face with anticipation. My entire body rippled with need and uncertainty. He was dragging our friends into this.
Suddenly, strong
hands gripped my calves, bending them at the knee and hooking my ankles behind the chain. My thighs spread wider at the move, and I lay there fully exposed. The things they could do to me were countless, but the way my ass seemed tilted, I had a hunch where he’d start.
Again, Grant threw me off balance as he came around to face me. His powerful hands grasped the chains near my shoulders and pushed. As I swung back, two hands slapped my ass. The strikes barely registered after Grant’s hard hand.
I looked at him with confusion. “What are you doing?” This didn’t rank as a punishment at all.
“Clearly you don’t want to truly submit. If all you’re looking for is spanking and sex play in a mild form, then this should do it.” Grant stood square in front of me but too far away for me to reach his cock when I swung forward. The literal carrot that kept me wanting to obey remained out of reach.
“I want more.” I used my body weight to swing harder, as though that’d make my friends strike harder. It only made me swing faster.
“You say things, Hannah, but you can’t follow simple instructions. You refuse to submit or obey in a very basic way. A real Master will test you further.”
“The right one I can obey.” I believed that I could, anyway.
“That’s the point. Submissives don’t get a choice. You may be trained by anyone, and your master might share you with others. You can’t have the bliss of Dom/sub if you’re trying to work the rules how you want them.”
Marina’s soft hand was the only one I could pick out of the crowd of four friends who spanked me. Ironically, she actually put forth the most force. Still, it wasn’t enough to satisfy me. “I want the rules.”
Grant glared down at me. “You’re aroused by the idea, but you haven’t given in to the reality of it. The mental state and willingness to obey is essential. So far you have yet to truly beg for what you claim you want.”
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