“Are you going to gag me as well?”
"It’s against the rules.” Doc traced a finger across my pussy lips and I moaned. “Besides, I want to hear every sound I pull from your mouth.”
“What's with those gloves?”
“You ask a lot of questions, and you've forgotten my title twice now.” He slapped his hand down on my mound three times in fast succession. The leather gloves stung but the sensation ramped up my arousal.
“Mother of pearl!” I struggled under the binds. “Sir!” I added with as much respect as one could while shouting.
“Interesting.” He picked up something out of my line of vision. “Pick a number between one and four.”
“I always seem to choose the wrong answer, Sir.” I relaxed against the table, though I had little choice.
“There is no wrong answer, just a place to start.” He slapped my mound again and I yelped.
“Two, Sir.”
“If you feel actual pain, Lucky, I want you to tell me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
An icy gel was spread near my clit. Something cold and solid pressed where the gel had been applied, and a rod slowly entered me in a place where nothing had ever been before. The steady intrusion kept me still but my mind raced. All those hours on the internet spent salivating over the curved metal rods didn’t hold a candle to the actual sensation. The rod twisted around, stretching me and causing a delicious burn. A loud, low moan fell out of my lips, followed by several strange sounds. I wouldn't believe such noises could come out of my mouth if I weren't actively making them. I mewed and panted while the rod was removed and inserted again. Doc breathed across my clit and then licked around the hood. The combination caused liquid to trickle down my thigh. He continued circling my clit, sucking on it, and occasionally twirling the metal rod inside of me slowly. He repeated it over and over before pulling the rod out completely. More gel spread under my clit, and another rod was inserted.
“Oh,” I breathed out slowly, loving the subtle twinge against my nerves that the wider rod provided. Soon the new sensations brought me to peak, way quicker than I expected.
“Sir!” I struggled against the binds even more. “I'm going to come, Sir.”
“Are you?”
The deliciously dark tone sent shivers down my spine.
No. He wouldn't, I chided myself in my mind. Of course he would.
“Please?” Master Gabriel flicked my clit but all I could do was moan. “Please, Sir? May I come please?”
“Much better.”
Doc pushed the rod inside of my urethra a bit deeper, causing a powerful orgasm to roll over me. I came hard, so much harder than I typically did, but whether it was because my limbs were immobilized or from the unusual location of the metal object was anyone's guess.
I lay listless and drained against the bed, unable to express myself. The rod was removed after some time.
“Pick a number between one and three.” Master Gabriel stood next to me; his hand cupped around my chin. How much time had passed?
“Already?” I whispered up at him. “My nerves are still firing, Sir.”
“There are wicked implements on this side of the Castle. Much worse than anything I brought up to your room.” He smiled but it did little to ease my excited nerves. “Answer me. One, two, or three?”
“Two.” I played it safe with the same choice as before.
“Fantastic.”
He released my chin and returned to the bottom of the table. Doc seemed practically giddy but the thought turned me on even more instead of worrying me, for once. The same icy gel tickled my asshole and I clenched. It did nothing to stop the intrusion of his finger.
“Can I change the number, Sir?”
“Relax, Lucky.” He moved his finger in a bit deeper, stretching me and getting my tight pucker prepared for whatever was coming next.
A cold object pressed into me, thicker than the thermometer but not uncomfortable. It stroked the same nerves as the glass rod but it seemed to go further inside me. The instrument moved a bit deeper. I clenched around it, but I could do nothing to stop it.
Doc twisted the rod and slid it in and out of me. Each time, he brought me to the edge of a climax. He tapped on either side of the object, rocking my nerves. More gel squirted around and into my back hole while the rod spun in between his fingers.
“Oh, my freaking rod.” I squirmed. “Please let me come, Sir.”
He brought me up to the lip of the cliff over and over again. It was like I could peer just into the abyss, ready to hit my peak, before he would remove the rod completely. It would enter a little faster each time, and a just a bit deeper. I was heading toward a strong orgasm—probably my strongest yet, since every tiny nerve in my body seemed to be alive—when the rod was removed again.
“Sir.” I barely got out the word before the rod claimed my tight ring with the greatest intensity yet. It rocked my nerves higher than anything else I'd ever experienced and I screamed, thrashing against the table, unable to do anything other than enjoy pulsating wave after wave of pleasure.
I screamed his name, long and loud, a dizzying chorus until I had no breath left to scream.
“Sir,” I panted. It seemed way too difficult to say anything other than his title. “Too much.”
“What are your colors, Lucky?”
What the hell colors was he talking about? My head seemed as if it were floating out, detached from my body but I wasn't in pain. What was this? “My head.”
“What color are you at, Lucky?”
“Uh—um-—something,” I stammered. “Purple is my favorite color.”
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. Had I done something to make him upset? I let the thought go as quickly as it had manifested.
“What's your favorite color, Doc?” My mouth seemed to be full of cotton and I mumbled.
“Chartreuse.”
It was such a strange reply, and I couldn't picture for the life of me what color chartreuse was or in what color family. The word made me giggle.
“Not a real color.” I giggled again.
I felt tugging all along my limbs, but I was utterly useless to help. The ceiling above me seemed to glisten and sparkle with the lights in the room, and everything seemed more vibrant. Was I hallucinating?
Doc rubbed his hands up and down each of my legs before tapping along the length of them.
“Do you feel me touching you, Lucky?”
“Mmhm,” I nearly purred. “Yeah, for sure.”
“Good.” He repeated the process with my arms. “Are you numb anywhere?”
“My left forehead.” I laughed way too hard for such a serious question. Who had a right and left forehead?
“Only your left, huh?”
“Yup.”
Master Gabriel wrapped a blanket around me, and scooped me up against his chest. The apron and gloves were gone and he had the softest shirt on, softer than a baby kitten. I rubbed my face against it and cooed.
“All right, Lucky. Let's get you hydrated. I've brought chocolate too.” He set me down gently on cushions and I stroked my hand along them as well, tracing designs and rubbing along the patterns.
“Can we cuddle now?” I grinned up at him as he tipped a bottle of water into my mouth and I drank it happily.
“Yes, but water first, then cuddles.”
I giggled again. “Yes, Sir.”
If this was subspace, I wanted to be in it all the time. Peace and relaxation seeped from every pore. I was all melted into a puddle of pure bliss and sated in the best way possible.
Chapter 8
I had been relaxing in bed, cuddling with Master Gabriel after we had eaten the most amazing lunch. He had fed me some of those decadent chocolates, along with a creamy, caramel-topped cheesecake for dessert.
Since our scene had been the first time I'd been restrained and probed at the same time, the overload of pleasure had brought me to subspace faster than either of us had anticipated. To be fair, I n
ever hit that type of subspace, so it was unusual for me as well. The experience went faster than I hoped for; I definitely wanted to try it again with Doc. We probably wouldn't have time this weekend, but I'd already been thinking of the possibilities of coming back to the Castle.
“Are you ready to get into your costume?” Doc squeezed me tight and the action tugged me out of my thoughts. “Or would you rather cuddle some more?”
“Silly, Daddy. I'd love to cuddle with you, but I really want to go to the party. I can't wait to see what you picked out for me!”
A fluffy white costume was laid out across the table. Inspecting it fully, I saw two silky knee-high stockings with pink bows at the top of each one. A white V-neck shirt, a short pair of white knickers with ruffles on the back, and two gorgeous tutus, one light pink, and one white to layer over top of the shorts. A silky pink ribbon lay beside it with a little gold bell attached, two furry gloves, and hair-ties and ribbons for my hair.
I clapped my hands together excitedly and giggles bubbled out of my mouth.
Doc handed me a headband with two furry ears attached. I hugged him tightly, excited for the first time in my life to dress up for Halloween. My larger frame never fit into anything cute or sexy, in my humble opinion, but the costume pieces were designed to flatter me while gently coaxing me into a younger space. It was so much more than I expected.
“Do you like your costume, little lamb?”
“Yes.” I blinked up at him. “What are you going to be?”
“Who always leads the little lambs back home?”
“A sheep-dog?” Two swats hit my ass, and I laughed. “A big bad wolf?” Several more swats landed and I threw my hands over my butt. “I'm kidding, Daddy!”
“Drop your hands, little girl.”
I did as instructed but wiggled my butt from side to side. He bent me over his arm and slapped each of my bottom cheeks hard.
“Ouch! Daddy! I'm just kidding, for real. Are you going to be a ram?”
Two more smacks were delivered in fast succession then two more.
“No, little girl. I'm also adding an extra rule for tonight since you seem quite worked up already. Your candy consumption is limited. After I see what's there, I'll tell you what you can eat.”
“Do Skittles count as candy?”
Harder slaps bounced off my ass.
“Ow! I'll behave, Daddy. I swear.”
“You’d better.” He landed another slap which bounced off of my ass. “What do you think I'm going to be tonight for the party?”
“Um, a shepherd?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” He tipped me back onto my feet. “Come on. Let's get you dressed so we can get there on time.”
I touched the furry ears in my hand and nodded. I couldn't wait to see what I looked like all done up like an adorable lamb.
Too bad Master Gabriel wasn't dressing up like a wolf, then I could tell him how much I wanted him to eat me.
A weird balance of young and older mindsets hit me at the same time. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that I needed to be firmly in one camp or the other, it seemed that I straddled the line.
Maybe there really was no one way to be a Little. It was okay if I was in a younger space and then immediately came out of it, or if I stayed in it for a while. I needed to stop letting my preconceived notions about how others enjoyed being Little get in the way of my own imagination.
The party had been more fun than I could have imagined, and I loved seeing all of the costumes. I’d also ingested a lot more candy than Daddy had said I could, but I was sneaky. Maybe he hadn't noticed me slyly popping chocolates into my mouth.
I stilled beside the door to my room, my hand awkwardly hovering over the doorknob.
He probably knew all of the things. Holy mini-Hershey bars. Why had I thought that was a good idea? That transgression, coupled with my other naughty trick, which really wasn't a trick, meant my bottom would be blushing in no time. When the party was wrapping up, I had gotten up on my tiptoes and whispered in Doc's ear, I want you to push me against the wall when we get back to the room and fuck me senseless. I’d punctuated the statement by slipping my removed panties into the pocket of his robe. I’d thought it was clever and funny, but that had been in the middle of a party.
It's not very funny now, Luciana.
“Don't you want to go inside, sweetheart?” Master Gabriel placed his hand on top of mine.
“Uh, well.” I dragged my foot along the floor. “I sort of like it in the hallway.”
He opened the door without delay, pushing us both into the room. My back pressed up against the wall and I wrapped a leg around his waist to catch my balance. One of his hands encircled my throat and squeezed. I whimpered, aroused, and a bit worried that I had bitten off more of a punishment than I could chew.
“What do you want me to do to you, little lamb?”
“I don't know.”
Five hard slaps bounced off my exposed ass cheek. My sugar-addled brain had thought it had been a great idea to remove my panties but it left me vulnerable to his hands, or any implement he wanted. Doc slapped my ass again, kneading his fingers into my skin.
“I won't ask you again.”
“I'd like you to fuck me out of my costume, Master.”
He lifted me completely and supported my ass in his hands. Throwing me down onto the bed, he ripped off the shirt and most of the accessories. Fabric tore around me until I lay only in my knee-highs and stretchy white camisole. My bare pussy was predominantly on display but I didn't hide from him.
“Undress me. Leave the boxers on.”
I nodded several times and slowly removed the robe, hood, rope belts, his black A-line tank top, socks and shoes until he remained clad only in black silky boxers.
My mouth watered and I fought the urge to lick him through the material. He slipped two of his fingers into my heated core, and everything else fell away from my mind. Thick digits pumped in and out of me and his expert skills had me writhing against the mattress in no time.
“I want to suck you off, Sir.”
“Hm.” He pulled his fingers out and stuck them in my mouth. I licked my honey off of them, savoring my own flavors combined with the salt on his skin. Master Gabriel positioned me so I was between his legs. I reached for the opening to his boxers but he caught my hand. “Have you earned it?”
“Sir?”
“You teased me at a Halloween party by doing a very adult thing. Didn't you, Lucky?”
Oh, sweet Snickerdoodles. Don't lie. Whatever you do, don't lie, and don't tease more.
“My panties were wet so I did the responsible thing and took them off.” I twirled a strand of my hair around the fingers of my free hand. So much for not teasing. I was done for.
“So, you believed the best location for your wet panties was in my pocket?” He grabbed my chin and tilted it upward.
“No, Sir.”
“I didn't think so. Get over my lap, Lucky.”
All I wanted was to taste him on my tongue and bring him to orgasm before we spent the rest of the night having sex in all the wild positions we could dream of, but I complied and scrambled over his thighs.
“Your bottom is going to be bright pink and sore by the time I'm done with it. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Master Gabriel slapped something against each of my thighs without a warm up.
“Ouch!”
Four additional stings targeted the same location and they hurt worse than any of the other spankings he had given me thus far.
“I'm sorry, Sir!”
“Do you think it's nice to tease your Sir at a party?”
“No, Sir!”
His grip tightened on my waist. An implement bit into my ass, followed by a half a dozen more. I hissed from the burning sting blossoming across my behind.
“You think your actions were innocent, but you knew exactly what you were doing. Didn't you, Lucky?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” I caved and told h
im the truth. I'd been drunk on power, loving how he had grown hard immediately against my thigh. He had growled against my ear that I was in trouble, but the threat made me all the more aroused.
“I wanted you to know how badly you turned me on, Sir.”
“Do you think the hopeful outcome excuses your actions?”
“No, Sir.”
“I'm glad we agree on that.” He dropped something onto the bed and I heard him switching implements. “Once I'm done punishing your ass, you're going to wrap that pretty little tongue of yours around my cock, and suck until I tell you to stop. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A solid paddle targeted the fullest part of my ass. Heavy thuds clapped against each side, with a long pause in between each blow. Each one hurt worse than the last. Several more slapped against the fullest part of my cheeks. On and on the onslaught continued until I couldn't take it anymore. The floodgates opened and I sobbed.
“I'm so so so so sorry!” I hiccupped and snorted, making a blubbering mess of myself. Doc kneaded his fingers into the fleshy part of my ass; an odd mixture of comfort and a bit of pain. “Sir,” I added.
Master Gabriel turned me around so I was against his chest. He wiped my tears away with a tissue and held another to my nose. “Blow.”
I hesitated; it seemed more intimate to blow my nose than some of the other things he had done to me this weekend, but I obeyed.
“You took your punishment so well.” He kissed my lips. “Now get off the bed and onto your knees.”
I hurried to comply, aroused again despite the aching burn across my ass and thighs. I dropped to the floor. “M-may I suck you off, Sir?”
“Is that really what you want, little lamb?”
Admitting to Doc that I didn't want to be on my knees was harder than I thought it would be. I swallowed hard and dropped my chin to my chest. “I do want your cock in my mouth, but this position doesn't do anything for me.”
“Talk to me, Lucky.” Doc took my face in both hands, and I had to look up and into his gorgeous eyes. “What did you want?”
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