Temporary Dom

by Holly S. Roberts

  I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala’s breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breasts and tightened my fingers.

  She might not be outwardly fighting, but the internal struggle continued. Her eyes popped open when I applied more pressure. I released her, walking behind the bench. The dual vibrator was large. It fit into her ass and pussy. I lubed it only slightly. I didn’t want it sliding out once I started working. Next came a blindfold. Machala would feel what was happening with a deeper intensity if she couldn’t see what I planned. She remained stubbornly silent.

  I started with a paddle. Each hard blow to her ass left a solid red mark. She never so much as gasped. I turned on the vibrator. “You have permission to come, girl. It’s actually required for today’s scene.”

  She only tightened her lips.

  I continued with the paddle until her ass was a fiery red. I picked up the crop. It allowed me to pinpoint the pain. I went after her clamped nipples first. A whimper escaped, but then she controlled it. I circled and began striking the crop in odd places. Her upper legs, calves, shoulders. I knew it wasn’t too painful unless I struck her breasts, which I did frequently. Her burning ass was too much to resist. When I was bored with the crop, I moved up behind her and rubbed myself against her angry flesh. We both slept nude so there was nothing between us. I turned up the vibrator so the vibrations worked my cock as I slid against her. It took little time before my balls tightened and I came over her red cheeks. I started rubbing semen into her skin, covering her ass and the backs of her legs. I pulled away and grabbed the short whip. The damn thing would never come clean after this, but I’d buy another. With the first strike her silence ended and she cried out. I didn’t let up.

  Blood and semen. It was a painful combination. I’d drawn blood on her before, but only in one or two places. I used the whip to cut her skin in thin lines that were more like fingernail scratches. She started fighting by bucking against the bench, but she still refused to speak. I eased back after another strike and grabbed the vibrator, working it in and out of her pussy and ass. I lay the whip down and reached around to the front of her, pressing the sticks on her nipples together. Her scream turned to a moan as she came. I had no intention of stopping. With her body lax, I unstrapped her and moved her over to the fucking machine. I didn’t see Machala being as easy as Wade to break, but it didn’t deter me.

  Once I had her fastened in, I removed the vibrator and placed a large dildo on the machine. I added a little extra lube to this one. I made the adjustments, gave her a pat on the ass, and turned it on. The dildo passed the rosette of her ass and disappeared before slowly coming out.

  “You have an hour. I’ll be back then.” I walked to the door.

  “No, Luke. You can’t leave. Don’t do this.” Her plea held more anger than anything.

  “An hour.” The lube wouldn’t last that long and the result would be quite painful. I shut the door.

  She didn’t know that I remained in the room. Her head dropped. This would be a fucking long hour for both of us. I couldn’t move and chance making a sound. If she was in her right mind, she would know I’d never leave her. But she was angry and hurting, both mentally and physically at this point.

  The near silent heaving of her chest turned to open sobbing. I alternated between watching the clock and her. She wasn’t in any real physical pain yet, though I knew my semen mixed with the scratches had to burn. The fucking machine itself would only be a slight discomfort until the lube dried. But I didn’t think it would be enough for her to obtain an orgasm. During this hour, I wanted her thinking through her mental block while a cold sterile machine fucked her ass.

  She eventually went to her forearms, though it was a bit of a stretch with the stomach support. Her crying never diminished and I knew the first task when her hour was up was getting her hydrated. The minute hand seemed to move like the hour hand. She remained blindfolded and had no idea how much time passed.

  At exactly sixty minutes, I fiddled with the door and opened it. She inhaled deeply. I hated to walk away, but she needed water. I saw her head cock when I didn’t move closer. I hurried to the kitchen for a bottle of cool water.

  I brought it back and turned off the fucking machine. “Hands and knees again, girl.” She slowly rose up. I uncapped the bottle and placed it at her lips. Tipping her head back, she took a tentative sip and then another.

  When half the bottle was gone, I secured a belt around her waist. It had metal rings attached to the leather. She still wasn’t talking. I stood her up knowing her knees were sore by now. We both needed to piss, or at least I did. I placed straps around her wrists, securing them to the waist strap. I didn’t want her removing the blindfold and I didn’t trust her not to run.

  I gently steered her to the bathroom. I went first. She just stood there—defiant and angry. When I finished, I guided her to the toilet and tipped her back so she sat down. During our first month together, I made her piss in front of me. Seeing it did nothing for me. Her hating it did everything. This wasn’t about that, though. I needed her to give one inch today. This humiliation was only the beginning. When she finished, I wiped her. She turned her head toward the wall. I pulled her up and guided her to the sink. I took out a cloth and washed her face. The blindfold was wet from her tears, but it wasn’t coming off. I turned her and began washing my cum from her ass and legs. The puffy welts had fine lines of blood in them. Nothing bled freely, but she danced a little when I ran the cloth over the area. I applied a gel that had a slight sting to it. Once it cooled it would offer some relief. I also coated her asshole with the same gel. She inhaled suddenly as the sting set in.

  I couldn’t back off now. “Don’t think it’s over, girl. I have the beautiful front of you to work on.” I moved her back from the sink and savagely pulled the sticks from her nipples. She doubled over, but I wrestled her up with my arm around her stomach and brought the sticks down hard across her breasts. She screamed. I pushed her forward over the sink and fucked her ass. I got some of the same burn she was experiencing but it didn’t stop me. I wasn’t surprised when she came. That was my girl—the more pain, the stronger her orgasm.

  I washed myself thoroughly afterward. Again I hadn’t used a condom, which was something I never did with anal. With Machala I no longer cared.

  I led her back into the playroom and over to the cross. I attached her so she faced out into the room. It was time to add some color to the front of her.

  “Do you have anything to say before I get started?”

  “Fuck you.” Still defiant. I almost wished she could see my smile.

  “Are these sore?” I pinched her nipples hard and smiled wider when she inhaled sharply. “I would love to pierce them when they hurt like this.” I pinched the other. “Not a good I idea, though.”

  This time she kept her mouth mulishly shut.

  I grabbed my favorite flogger from the wall. The knotted ends of the leather added a little extra incentive. I would really like to use it on her pussy, but with the new piercing it wasn’t happening. This part of our session was about endurance. I didn’t plan to stop until she begged.

  It took just under an hour. My arm was fuck all exhausted when she broke. “Please, please, please,” she cried. I knew exactly what Machala could take and I absolutely knew she was at her limit.

  “What do you want to say, girl?”

  Stubborn as all hell she only whispered, “Please.”

  She couldn’t support herself when I unfastened her, so I carried her to the bed. She did little more than groan as I secured her face up.

  “Shh, I’m going to feed you. No more for now.”

  “I’m sorry, Luke. I’m so…”

  I stopped her with my
lips. This wasn’t about being sorry, punishment, or my sadistic tendencies. This was about saving the woman I loved in the only way I knew how. I pulled back and placed a last kiss to her forehead. I left the room to make sandwiches. We hadn’t had breakfast and I was starving. I grabbed more water and carried it back to the playroom.

  Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn’t left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.

  She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. “I can’t do it, Luke. You’re wasting your time.” Her dejection came through in each soft word.

  I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. “I love you. It’s not something you walk away from. I can’t watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I’ll be there and I’ll know the worst. I’ve imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I’ve imagined. I only want to share the pain, Machala. Only you can heal yourself, but I can be there for you. That’s what love is.”

  She looked at me without speaking for such a long time that I finally picked up the water and tipped it to her lips again. I fed her small pieces of sandwich in between taking bites of mine. She didn’t like cheese and I wouldn’t eat a sandwich without it. She knew me just as well. Now she just needed to open the door a crack so I could slip inside.

  When we finished, I detached the straps and rolled her to her stomach. I lightly rubbed more ointment into her backside.

  “She kept me because I was weak.” I moved closer at her soft words. She wasn’t looking at me. Vacant eyes stared at the wall.

  My heart ached for what it took her to finally give up something. “There’s nothing weak about you, Machala, and there never has been. You’re the strongest person I know.” I continued rubbing in the gel.

  “You don’t understand,” she said sadly.

  I waited, but she didn’t continue. “I don’t need to understand. I love you. I’m a sadist and you’re a masochist. That’s pretty fucked up all by itself. Or at least it is until we’re together. Then it’s perfect. The mental pain you suffer transfers to me and I don’t like it. I have no control. We’re done for today. We’ll take a shower and then crawl back into bed for a nap.” I sat the tube down on the nightstand and carried her to the bathroom.

  She remained silent. I brushed her teeth when we got out of the shower. She opened her mouth without objection. She wasn’t submitting, she was shutting down. We had such a long way to go. I rubbed ointment into her skin again. When finished, I pulled the covers up over us and held her. It was two hours before her breathing changed and I knew she slept.

  I woke her a few hours later and fed her dinner. Her eyes were still vacant. She closed them after I assisted her to the bathroom, giving her a few minutes of privacy before walking her back to bed.

  She slept through the night. No dreams.

  The following morning I fed her breakfast while she reclined on her knees beside me. Nothing showed in her eyes and for a moment I doubted my ability to break down her walls without breaking her soul. I shook it off. Nothing worked before and this was my last chance. I had several calls to make, so after a brief shower, I led her to my office.

  “Knees.”

  She complied.

  Following my phone calls, I went on the Internet to kill time. More than two hours passed before she began moving slightly to relieve the pressure on her legs. I waited another thirty minutes before taking her into the playroom.

  “Knees.”

  She didn’t object, which showed mentally how far away she was. I removed my jeans and rubbed my cock against her lips.

  “Open.” I grasped her hair and started pumping. She gagged with my rough treatment and the convulsions of her throat sent me over. I came in her mouth until my balls were dry. Time for the desk.

  I lay her down on the hard surface with her knees hanging off the end. I strapped her ankles to the corner legs before pulling what I needed from the drawers. She stared straight up at the ceiling. The clit clamp I intended to use would take a little work. I needed her clit extended and her new jewelry would be a problem because I didn’t want to irritate it more than absolutely necessary.

  I used a wireless vibrating butt plug that wasn’t too large; lubed it up and began masturbating her ass with it. I moved to the side slightly and reached for her right nipple, twisting it until her eyes jerked to mine. Cold, dark pools that finally showed a small flare of life.

  “Place your hands above your head and leave them there. If they come down, I’ll blindfold and gag you.”

  She did as I said and gazed back at the ceiling. I clicked the remote and started the vibrator on low. Taking the desk chair, I moved it between her thighs before walking away to gather a few more things. I placed a bowl of warm water beside her hip along with shaving cream and a razor. I actually enjoyed shaving a woman. It was a fun way to play and keep them turned on while challenging them to keep still as I ran the sharp razor across delicate folds of skin.

  I used the tip of one finger to gently massage Machala’s clit in between strokes of the blade. When it extended far enough, I clipped on the small clamp. Her ass came off the table as she inhaled sharply.

  I glanced up and she was looking at me. “I see I have your attention.” Her stubborn lips remained pressed together. “The piercing looks nice… and pretty,” I said for her benefit. “Not a lot of swelling.” I glanced at the smooth glistening lips of her pussy and then back up as I ran my fingers through the folds. “There are several more places to pierce you down here. You have the perfect pussy for the needle.”

  “Fuck you.”

  And Machala was back.

  I pulled a ball gag out of the desk, quickly walking around and fastening it between her teeth. “One finger means you’re good and two means you have something to say to me. Red won’t work. Only something…” I tapped her brow, “from that pretty little brain of yours.”

  Her hand came up from over her head and I received the sign that she was okay, in the way that had me knowing she told the truth. It was the middle finger of her right hand.

  I shook my head, biting back a laugh. “You just won’t learn, girl.” I lifted a speculum so she could see it. “The doctor is in.”

  She actually rolled her eyes and now I could no longer hide my smile. I lubed up the speculum and inserted it, pressing the clamped ends together so it expanded and locked into place. “Good coloration,” I said just to goad her and she rewarded me with a deep grumbling in her throat.

  I sat back down in the chair and enjoyed myself. Five minutes later, I removed the clit clamp and five minutes after that put it back on. I unpackaged new anal beads and used them in her pussy to run across the moist skin held open by the speculum. She shifted a few times as I kept up a running commentary. “I see no sign of internal damage from ramming my cock in your pussy.” I gave her a soft pat on the inner thigh. “I’ll need to change that.” I turned up the anal vibrator, pinched small sections of skin that weren’t bruised from yesterday, and basically drove her crazy.

  I wanted her frustrated, humiliated, and turned on. When I was satisfied that I had accomplished my goal, I removed the speculum, vibrator and clit clamp. I unstrapped her legs and pulled out the gag before assisting her off the desk.

  “Knees, girl. You know what I want.”

  After another round of deep throating, I pulled out of her mouth in time to come on her breasts. I held her arm and assisted her up so I could smear my cum across her chest. “Lick my fingers clean,” I said once I finished.

  With my fingers sticky from her mouth, I walked her to a corner and for
ced her shoulders against the wall. “Stay here while I make us a snack and grab some water.”

  I took my time in the kitchen, though I checked on her every few minutes. I cut up fruit into small half-inch sections, nabbed the water, and carried it back to the playroom. “Come here, girl.” I sat on the end of the bed and spread my legs. “Knees. You’ll be eating off my improvised tray.” I placed a bite of apple on my cock. “Here’s your snack.”

  Beams of hatred sparked from her eyes. Expecting her to bite me, I grabbed her hair right before her mouth made contact. “I think the last thing you want is a lemon juice and vinegar enema.” I released her hair. I had no idea if she knew the cramping effects of that particular blend, but I’m sure the tone of my voice had her realizing it wouldn’t be pleasant. She licked the apple from my dick.

  I ate one and placed a slice of banana down for her next. Her hands remained at her sides, but I saw her fists clenching. She gave a delicate lick of her tongue and swallowed the fruit. I tipped her chin up so she was looking at me. “Make me harder, girl.”

  She dipped her head and slowly ran her tongue along my cock. I pulled her back and added three slices of fruit to my erection. “Eat them before they fall off.” I enjoyed the last of the fruit while she occupied herself on my cock. Now it was time for the real fun.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Luke

  I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I’d had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped.

  “Don’t worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over.”