by Livia Grant
“That… that sounds so… dirty.”
“So that’s a no?” I teased, thoroughly enjoying the conversation.
“That’s a definite no,” she replied, finally stringing a complete sentence together. “I’m green, Master.”
That was what I wanted to hear. I released her chin and gave the bulb a few more pumps, rather amazed myself at how much a small vacuum could stretch a nipple. When it was within a few centimeters of the end of the cup, I released the bulb and removed the tubing. The small cup bobbed on her breast as I attached the tubing to the second one. By the time both nipples were perversely elongated, her scent was strong on the air.
The cup for her cunt was slightly larger and required more pressure to secure a seal as she was so incredibly wet. I placed it over her sex, making sure it covered her clit, holding it in place as I began to compress the bulb of the pump. Like her nipples, the little bundle of nerves began to enlarge as the vacuum sucked it into the cup.
Muted moans and soft whimpers were the audible evidence of her arousal. Drops of her cream continued to seep from her pussy lips and drip to the floor, the quivering of her belly, and the millions of goosebumps popping out all over her body serving as visual proof Ember teetered on the edge of the abyss. But I had no intention of allowing her to fall into it… not yet.
Unfastening the tubing, I set it aside and pulled out the final implement I’d purchased. Complete silence replaced the sounds of an aroused woman as I opened the jar of lubricant. Looking over at my bound submissive, I saw her eyes were as wide as saucers, the cups around her nipples no longer bobbing.
“Breathe,” I ordered, dipping the ball into a jar of oil-based lube. “You didn’t think I was going to forget to bind your ass, did you?” I asked. When she still remained breathless, I said, “I suggest you start pulling in all the air you can, Ember, because once I have this in place, you’ll be discovering the true essence of bondage.”
I waited until her chest heaved, her lungs working to replace the oxygen the sight of the stainless-steel anal hook had stolen from her before I removed the ball from the jar. Moving behind her deprived me the pleasure of watching her watch my every move, but the very fact her inner thighs trembled was expression enough. Her spread-eagled position naturally enhanced the divide of her ass, but I spread her buttocks further apart. Upon exposure, her asshole quivered in anticipation of being invaded again.
She whimpered, but I knew the ginger root from the first scene had begun prepping her ass for more. But while ginger was malleable, steel was not. I slid the ball against her hole to transfer some of the viscous oil, working it in with one finger, then added another, scissoring my fingers once her muscle loosened. I grinned when her hips began to push against my fingers. Ember was most definitely a dirty girl.
Withdrawing my fingers, I again pressed the end of the hook against her. Her body instantly stilled at the touch of cold metal. I applied steady, firm pressure, watching her fight a futile battle, her muscles standing no chance against my determination to fill her ass with unyielding steel.
“Oh… oh… fuck!” she squealed as a firm push had her anal muscle surrendering, opening to swallow half the diameter of the ball.
“Press down,” I instructed, giving her a chance to do so which would help her accept the intruder more easily. A few gasps and mewls later, the ball popped fully into her, her sphincter closing around the shaft of the hook. “Good girl,” I praised, running my hand up the hook to take the rope threaded through a hole in the end and wrap it around the band holding her ponytail. Stepping back, I took a moment to admire the line of her body, her head arched slightly back to relieve the tension on the rope holding the hook securely in her ass. She looked fucking fantastic.
Walking back around to the front, I saw her attempt to lower her head only to freeze when the movement pulled on the hook. She’d learn that even the slightest change in position, any shift of her head would cause the ball to massage the walls of her bowels. It was time to teach her the remainder of her lesson. I took the cups on her breasts in my hands, jiggling them slightly, reawakening the sensation that had dissipated over the last few minutes.
“Are you beginning to see what you thought you understood about bondage was simply the tip of the iceberg?” I asked.
“Yes… yes, sir.”
“Then know this, to be completely bound involves every single part of your body. Your arms, legs, breasts, pussy, and your gorgeous ass. But, Ember, bondage is not only physical, it’s emotional as well.” I released her breasts and moved to make an adjustment to the wheel before adding, “When you are truly bound, you’ve not only given your body to your dom, you’ve placed your very soul into his hands.”
I paused for a few moments to allow that to sink in as I pulled a red ball from my pocket. Reaching up, I tapped it against her fist. When her fingers flexed, I pressed the ball into her hand. “This is now your safe word. If you need to stop for any reason, drop the ball.”
“Yes, sir.” Slim fingers closed tightly around the rubber ball.
Placing my hand over her fist, I leaned in and spoke softly, “Safe wording might disqualify us from winning a free month, but it is not a sign of failure. Failing to stop if you need to is far worse in my opinion. Pushing you past your comfort point is my goal… pushing you too far is definitely not. If for any reason you need to stop, do not hesitate to drop the ball. Is that absolutely clear?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, the tension in her fist relaxing beneath my fingers.
Satisfied her arousal hadn’t stolen her ability to comprehend my instructions, I gave her fist a squeeze. Stepping back, I asked, “Tell me, Ember, do you think you’ve been a good girl for me?”
“Yes… I think so,” she offered, her attempt to turn her head toward me hampered by the pull of her hair.
“And do you remember what you requested as a reward for being a good girl?” I asked.
“A lollipop?”
“That’s right. Good girls get a lollipop to lick.” With a twist, I released the spring and her scream echoed as the wheel spun on its axis. The momentum of release had it rocking back and forth like a pendulum, allowing me time to jump off the platform. Positioning the stool I’d requested, I stood on it, turning to face her. Once the wheel settled in place, Ember was hanging upside down. The view was magnificent and kinky as fuck. The burnished copper curls of her ponytail now swept the floor. Even the slightest movement of her head caused light to reflect off the steel hook before it disappeared into her tight little asshole. Long, slender limbs were outstretched, their extension ensuring her pussy was beautifully displayed. More importantly, her mouth was exactly where it needed to be. I dragged the zipper of my pants down and pulled my cock free.
Chapter 8
Ember
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
My world had literally been turned upside down.
I was completely shocked to learn that was even possible and a bit disoriented with my head only inches from the floor. As if that wasn’t enough to contend with, my entire field of vision was taken up by the crotch of Braxton’s jeans. A crotch with a very significant bulge beneath the denim. His hand dropped and, once again, I stopped breathing. Each snick of the metal teeth was both a tease and a promise as he dragged the tab of his zipper down its track.
Braxton Foster went commando.
How fucking sexy was that?
A tingle began to smolder in my belly as he freed his cock. It was huge and hard. He fisted the base, his fingers squeezing the flesh, and my nipples and clit fought the hold of suction beneath their acrylic cups, swelling even more. I couldn’t have looked away if my very life depended on it when he began to run his hand up his very impressive length.
He stepped closer and asked, “Do you know what dirty girls get?”
I might have been a novice about the definition of true bondage, but the saliva beginning to pool in my mouth left no doubt as to my answer.
“A cock to suck
.”
“Correct.” Reaching out, his fingertip traced the outline of my lips. “And when those dirty girls are very, very good, they get an added treat.” His finger left my mouth to run over my chin and along the column of my throat, traveling through the valley of my breasts and finally circling my abdomen. “They get a belly full of cream. You’ll suck my cock until I come and then you’ll hold my cum in your mouth, feel it coating your tongue until given permission to swallow. Any questions?”
“No, sir,” I managed though my mind was whirling at how easily he shared such explicitly naughty instructions.
He took another step closer, braced his feet apart and pressed the tip of his dick against my lips. “Open,” he instructed and once I obeyed, he slid into my mouth. Before I could do more than give a tentative lick to his hot flesh, my entire body jerked when he reached up to release the cups at my breasts. The pain was delayed, or perhaps it simply took my brain time to understand the synapses of nerves snapping as blood rushed back into swollen tissue, but when it reached my nipples, my scream followed. The cock in my mouth served as a very effective gag as did the hand at the back of my head keeping me in place.
Logically I knew I should have been ready, but I was so awash in different sensations that when he released the cup over my pussy, my strangled scream threatened to cut off my breath. Muscles spasmed in my sex as well as my ass, causing the hook deep inside me to shift. Nerves I had no knowledge existed throbbed and pulsed. Braxton’s already huge dick swelled to fill my mouth even more.
Something swam into my limited line of sight.
It was hard to focus on the large red item in his hand, but the moment he flicked his thumb, the loud buzzing told me it was a vibrator. No, that wasn’t true. The thing in his hand was nothing like the one in my nightstand drawer. The mere heft of the vibrator he held made BOB look like a wimpy toy. The vibrator disappeared from my view only to be pressed against my pussy. The vibration was all encompassing. It not only coursed through my sex, I’d swear it was running up and down the steel shaft he’d impaled me with.
Everything I was experiencing was unprecedented… strangely wonderful and yet truly terrifying.
“One more thing. You won’t be allowed off my cock until you’ve come as well.”
I nodded as best I could to show my understanding. Trust Braxton to add another incentive to the game that helped mitigate the throbbing he’d set free in my body.
“Several times,” he added.
While I could usually count on BOB to get me off, I very seldom was able to come twice. But then again, perhaps I should have purchased a toy with more horsepower. The head on the red behemoth Braxton had brought to the party was already sending tremors coursing through my body unlike any I’d ever experienced before.
“Suck,” Braxton ordered, and I obeyed.
I darted my tongue all over his shaft before taking long, slow licks over the mushroom-shaped head. As the vibrator hummed against my sex, I dipped the tip of my tongue into the slit and then spread drops of his pre-cum over the crown. Suddenly, I paused as the familiar tension of an impending climax shocked me. It had built far faster than I’d expected even given the size of the vibrator.
“You’ve not been given permission to stop,” Braxton said. The pressure of his hand pushing me down not only forced me to accept more of him into my mouth but shifted the hook he’d put in my ass. I could feel the large steel ball rubbing along the thin barrier separating my bowels from my sex. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking for less time than it took to draw a deep breath before that very breath was stolen as my first orgasm swept through me. It was glorious, everything dropping away as exquisite pleasure swept through me. Another tug on my hair had my tongue returning to worship my Master’s cock.
Before the wave of contractions ended, another orgasm was already welling. I felt a little greedy as I allowed the vibrations to build when I’d not yet brought Braxton to his own end. I needed to concentrate on doing exactly that, and I would… right after enjoying the next sweep of pleasure that began to roll through my body under the ministrations of the ingenious red toy so expertly applied by my generous dom.
I blamed the fact I was absolutely clueless as to what Braxton was actually doing on the blood rushing to my head. As the third climax overtook me, I suddenly remembered something my parents had taught me. Whenever something appears too good to be true, it usually wasn’t good at all. The real question I should be asking myself was how awful could it be? Every nerve in my body was firing nonstop. Muscles contracted not only in my pussy, but in the walls of my ass as they spasmed around the metal ball.
“Oooo… oooo…” The sound was far more a gurgle than words, his cock forbidding any clear dialogue, especially when his hips began to thrust, driving his dick to the back of my throat.
“You want it to stop, you know what you have to do,” he reminded me as he pressed my head down his length. “Either drop the ball or open your throat.”
Dropping the ball wasn’t an option. My subconscious knew no matter how far he pushed me, no matter how difficult the task was he set before me, Braxton was far too good a dom to allow true harm to come to me. I wanted to prove I was trying to be the absolute best submissive I could be. Fighting to obey, I ignored my gag reflex, swallowing once and then again until the head of his cock entered my throat.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’ll take it all for me, won’t you?”
“Esssss,” I managed as he pulled back only to thrust forward again, forcing me to loosen the muscles of my throat.
“Ooooo…” I moaned as the muscles of my sex coiled yet again.
It couldn’t have been pretty, my body twitching as that damned vibrator forced me to come yet again. My feet attempted to drum against a floor that was no longer beneath them. My mouth was stretched lewdly around a cock that continued to batter the narrow passage of my throat as drool began to slide from the corners of my lips. All coherent thought disappeared, my primal self taking over: sucking, licking, swallowing, gagging, convulsing as wave after wave of sensation swept through me.
I learned exactly how bad it could be when Braxton reached down and added the element of sharp pain to the mix, fingers tugging and twisting on nipples that were tender at the best of times and incredibly ultrasensitive after all the attention he’d bestowed upon them. He began to fuck my face, holding my head in place as easily as if I were an insect he was pinning to the wall. The vibrator pressed harder onto a clit so sensitive even the slightest touch had me teetering on the brink of madness. Any sane person would have immediately dropped the ball… but I suppose I’d lost my sanity the moment he’d spun the wheel that paired us together.
Finally, I truly understood what he’d meant to teach me. Placing all of myself in his hands, I surrendered myself to the totality of his bondage. My lips kissed the curly hairs at the base of his cock, proving I was far more capable than I would ever have believed possible. I embraced the pain as it morphed into incredible pleasure. When I was without breath, he pulled back enough to allow me to take in air before driving me down again. I howled around his shaft like a wild animal as the clothespins were ripped from my body with his tug on the rope, a tsunami of another orgasm tearing through me as I shattered completely.
Tears of the sweetest agony ran into my hair as he stiffened, finally tumbling over the edge of the cliff with me. My pussy convulsed around empty air while his cock jerked, ropes of cum flooding my mouth to capacity. He’d forbidden me to swallow without permission, yet there was no way to contain it all inside. Strings of it joined my drool, and since I was hanging upside down, the sensation of it sliding over my cheeks had my entire body shaking as I blinked rapidly, the attempt doing nothing to slow the tide rolling ever forward.
“Eeess…” I begged, when my eyelashes caught the first droplets of the mess. My body and breath hitched in gratitude as his thumbs swept over my face, spreading the sticky cum over my cheeks and away from my eyes.
“Abs
olutely beautiful,” he praised, his finger stroking over the corner of my mouth.
It took me a moment to realize the buzzing I heard was my blood pulsing through me, the vibrator no longer pressed against me.
“You may swallow.” After I’d swallowed, he said, “Open.”
I slowly opened my mouth and he pulled free.
Chapter 9
Braxton
She was unbelievable.
Choking on my cock one minute, screaming as I yanked the clothespins free, every muscle in her body contracting again and again with multiple orgasms. The woman was truly incredible.
I tucked my cock away before cupping my palm against her cheek. “I’m going to spin you again. It might be better if you close your eyes. It will help with the dizziness.”
Eyelids drifted closed over sapphire blue. Even her eyelashes were a beautiful mix of red, copper, and gold hues. Her freckles were more prominent beneath the drying sheen of my cum. Her face flushed with color from being upside down.
Climbing back onto the platform, I slowly turned the wheel, listening closely for any sign of distress. Once she was upright, I set the pegs in their proper positions to keep her in place.
“How are you feeling?”
Her eyes opened, her lips parted but instead of giving me a color, her tongue slowly pushed out, folded into a tight little roll.
I grinned and stepped closer. “You really are a very, very dirty girl, aren’t you?” I asked as I slipped my finger into the semen held in the cup her furled tongue had created.
Her cheeks pinkened and her eyes danced with mischief as I smeared my essence over her top lip, gathering more to coat her bottom lip as well. She pulled her tongue back and swallowed a final time.
“You said you wanted your cum coating my tongue. That’s what good dirty girls do, sir. Obey their Master’s orders.”
