Nobody's Hero

by Kallypso Masters

  Oh, hell, who was he kidding? Karla was no sub. He’d just need to make the arrangement even more onerous for her to get her to realize this wasn’t the lifestyle for her. But first, he had a raging need to suspend her and plant his mouth between her legs, because he’d been wanting to go down on her since he’d touched her wet, thong-covered pussy moments ago.

  He went to the shelf and grabbed a bundle of natural-colored hemp that he hadn’t dyed like the others, and grinned as he thought about his plans for his little kitten. He’d have to be sure to photograph her when he finished. He wished he’d decided to do this in the rope-suspension theme room, where he could have videotaped her to watch her expressions later. He’d been able to glance at the nearby wall mirror a couple of times while he worked, but her hair obscured her face. Besides, his focus needed to be on what his hands were doing, because a mistake could cause nerve damage or serious injury.

  He knelt beside her and took her bound arms in his hands. “I’m going to lower your body to the mat now. You’ll be lying on your left side at first.” She relaxed into his hands—so trusting—and he laid her gently on the mat. “Stretch out your legs and relax them.” She did so.

  Taking the hemp bundle in his hands, he loosened the ends and stroked her abdomen, mons, and thighs with the rope. She moaned, causing his balls to tighten. He’d never worked with anyone before who had him so turned-on. Her responses and surrender just about made him come undone. He’d wanted to give her pussy time to heal from her first-time sex acts, but damn, it wasn’t going to be easy to deflect his dick from its prime target.

  “I’m going to tie your ankle and pull your foot back until it touches your upper thigh.” Adam began binding her right thigh and calf in Futomomo fashion, with a single-column tie just above the ankle, leaving it smooth in the front, but loose. Taking the end of the rope, he pulled the heel of her foot firmly against the back of her thigh and spiraled the rope around her calf and thigh four times before finishing off with four knots in the outer trench formed there.

  Rolling Karla over to her other side, he bent down and brushed his lips over hers. “Still with me, kitten?”

  Her heavy-lidded eyes and sexy smile told him she was incredibly relaxed. The woman did love the rope. “If you feel a charley horse cramp, you tell me immediately and I’ll get you out of the ropes and massage it out. Understood?”

  She nodded meekly and he tweaked her nipple clamp playfully. Her eyes opened wide as she hissed in a gasp of air. He chuckled. “Soon, pet.” She scowled at him, but he didn’t elaborate.

  Picking up another bundle of the neutral-colored hemp, Adam made his tie just above her right knee and left the remainder of the rope lying beside her for the moment. He added a rope just below her waist circling her body at the top and bottom of her hips, then cross binding it, finishing with multiple strands together on the upper side of each hip for the suspension points.

  “I’m going to lift you up now.”

  “No! I’m too heavy! You’ll hurt your back!”

  He glared at her.

  “Sir.”

  Her lack of his title wasn’t what pissed him off. “Kitten, I'll be the judge of how much weight I can lift. Now, relax your neck and head, until I can prepare a sling to support them after I have you suspended.”

  He stood and ran the end of the rope up and through the steel suspension ring overhead. He lifted her using the suspension points at her hips and chest and checked her weight distribution, then added the ropes that would support her legs. He found the perfect height for what he planned and adjusted her bindings until her head was slightly lower than her torso, to give her a nice blood rush to the head. Later, he would invert her completely for a short while to test her endurance, but he didn’t want her fainting and putting an end to his play before it had even started. She could remain in this position for hours.

  Her hair fell toward the floor in a cascade of shiny black curls, leaving him wanting to run his fingers through the locks again. She’d been practically catatonic when he’d massaged her scalp earlier. Definitely needed to play with her hair more, not just pull it.

  The gauzy wrap-around skirt fell open to expose her thong. He couldn’t wait to taste her again. But first, he needed to add neck and head support. He went back to the shelf and picked up a long, wide silk scarf and fashioned it into a small hammock for her head to rest on by folding it into a stretched diamond shape, with the wide part under her head and the ends going up to the ring or to rope.

  “Are you comfortable, kitten?”

  “Yes, Sir. I don’t even feel the pull of the rope.”

  “Good.”

  Taking the rope attached to her right knee, he pulled and tightened it until her leg was spread open for him. Very soon.

  “Oh!”

  “Are you okay, kitten?”

  “Yes, Sir. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

  He chuckled. “Well, I find this the best position for when my beast needs to feed—like now.”

  He heard the sweet hitch in her breath and saw her nibbling her plump lower lip. She knew exactly what he intended to do, but he’d let her anticipate his mouth on her pussy awhile longer. He stood back to admire his sub…no, his slave.

  “So beautiful.”

  “Thank you for making me beautiful for you, Sir.”

  Oh, Karla. You were always beautiful.

  Adam wasn’t sure why he couldn’t speak the words aloud. He wondered just what kind of expectations she had for what he’d be doing to her? He supposed she could have seen some of his scenes in here over the past few months. But he liked to change things up and improvise. He walked over to his toy bag, which he had stashed in here earlier. Opening it, he pulled out the Wartenburg wheel. Her tits and legs were going to be very sensitive, not to mention some other parts of her anatomy. He also pulled out two sixteen-inch floggers. Might as well warm her skin up a bit before applying the wheel.

  He set the items down on the mat and stared at Karla, suspended above the floor, face up, totally helpless and vulnerable. She began to squirm under his silent scrutiny. Oh, I definitely intended to take my time, kitten.

  He removed the skirt that not only obstructed his view, but soon would block him from impacting some of the places he wanted access to. The bit of gauze fluttered to the mat, and he kicked it away. Now, time to make his kitten dance. He reached out and cupped her breasts.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Ready for what, Master?” The anxiety he heard in her voice caused his dick to harden, not to mention his own anticipation.

  “For me to remove the tit clamps?”

  “Yes, Sir. If that’s what you want to do, then I'd like to have them removed.”

  He grinned. That docile mood soon disappear. She apparently had no idea how much this was going to hurt. But he’d left them on long enough. This wasn’t a punishment, after all.

  He smiled and took the first clamp between his fingers.

  “Hang on, kitten.”

  * * *

  Hang on? To what? I’m hanging from the ceiling!

  “I don’t understand, Sir. My hands are bound.”

  Instead of answering, he took the clamp on her left nipple and began loosening the ring. She’d be glad to have the tight things off. But immediately after the pincher was removed, her nipple began to swell as blood and feeling rushed back into the peak. Pain!

  “Owww!” She jerked, which sent her swinging from the rope above her. “Please, Sir, make it stop! Oh, my God!” Karla tried to move away from Adam’s hands, but could only make awkward, jerky motions with all the ropes he had her tied in. She danced on the ends of the rope like a marionette, her body bouncing off Adam’s body.

  Adam’s hands stopped her from moving, steadying the ropes, and he bent over her and took her aching nipple into his mouth. “Please, Sir. No! Don’t bite it!”

  He raised his head and met her gaze. “Kitten, are you telling your Master what to do?”

  Yes! No! Don’t
displease him. “No, Sir. I’m sorry. I forgot myself.” Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes as his tongue brushed against her sore nipple and she fought the urge to scream at the torture her nipple endured, first from the clamp and now his mouth. She’d never felt anything so intense in her life. Oh, dear Lord, he still had to take the other clamp off. She wanted to run from him, but there was no escape.

  She choked on a sob. Adam’s mouth gently licked and sucked on her nipple and her clit stirred to life. The pain receded, replaced by an intense heat warming her entire body. More! “Oh, Sir!” What was happening? “That feels so…Oh my God!” How had she gone from pain to pleasure as fast as a glissando on a keyboard?

  He removed his mouth and reached up to remove the other clamp.

  “No, please, don’t!” Pain engulfed her again and she screamed as her nip was released. “Ackkkk! Oh, God. No more!”

  “You know it will be better soon. Be brave for me, kitten.”

  Karla blubbered something incoherent, then Adam’s warm, sweet tongue was licking her swollen and aching nipple. Even faster this time, the pain turned to ecstasy, perhaps because she wasn’t fighting it as much.

  “That’s my girl.”

  She wanted to be brave for her Master.

  “Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhhh! Don’t stop, Sir!”

  But he did stop and stood up. She groaned in frustration.

  Leaving her nipples wet in the chilled air surrounding them, his hands began stroking her body, his fingers tracing the circles of her breasts. Then one hand went underneath her to her back as the other blazed a trail to her mons, but no further, teasing her mercilessly.

  “Touch me, Sir!”

  “Where would you like me to touch you, kitten?”

  “Everywhere. My pussy. My clit. My breasts.”

  “That’s a lot of area to cover. I might need some help.”

  She quirked a brow and looked around to make sure they were alone—she'd seen lots of threesomes in the club. Alone. Thank the gods. Then she watched him bend down to pick up two objects that looked cheerleader pom-poms—only these looked like they were made of soft leather or suede. She held her breath.

  Floggers.

  Oh, those could be very painful from what she’d seen in here on club nights. Damián was wicked with them, leaving red marks that remained on the woman the rest of the night. Why would Adam want to punish her? She'd been brave for him? Hadn’t she?

  “What was that thought?”

  She forced her gaze to leave the floggers and focus on Master Adam. “Did I displease you, Sir?”

  “Absolutely not. Why would you ask?”

  “Because you’re going to flog me.”

  He grinned. “Trust me, love, these aren’t only used for discipline. They can also kiss the skin just enough to bring the blood flow to the surface, heightening your senses.”

  Without asking if she was ready, he stepped back, took one flogger in each hand, and began twirling the strands in the air between them until they were a frenzy of continuous motion. He didn’t strike her skin yet. Oh, dear Lord. She’d told him she wanted him to touch her clit and pussy. Surely to God he wouldn’t…not with those…oh God.

  The flogger first caressed her left ass cheek and thigh with light thuds. As he repeatedly hit the same spots, the skin grew warmer and more sensitive. She tried to jerk away, but only sent herself into a half-spin. With Adam standing farther away, he wasn’t there to stop her, and she spun in a full circle. Out of nowhere, she felt his hand give her thigh a gentle push, sending her spinning even more.

  Oh, God. Don’t puke, Kitty.

  “Close your eyes, kitten.”

  Now the floggers began hitting any exposed area that happened to come into their path—breasts, abdomen, arms, legs, soles of her feet, and…oh God, that last lash hit her directly on her pussy and clit. Pain!

  “Oh!” Her clit zinged. Maybe not pain! But she’d spun away again before the next blow fell on her breasts and abdomen. The whooshing of the floggers consumed her mind. She kept her eyes closed and surrendered to the sensations. She became lightheaded, and time stopped as she floated. Free.

  A kiss to her lips caused her eyelids to flutter open. His hands on her tingling breasts caused her to ease back into reality. Where had she been? She only remember a sense of euphoria. Nothing existed but her sublime ecstasy.

  “Back with me, kitten?”

  “Back?”

  “You were floating again. I thought I'd let you enjoy subspace a while longer this time, now that I'm sure that's where you're going. You've been out of it for about thirty minutes.”

  “I think I still am.” Her breathless voice sounded like a siren’s. She giggled. Heady stuff.

  “Ready for more?”

  “There’s more?”

  He chuckled. “Oh, yes, kitten. I have much more planned for you.”

  He disappeared from her vision for a moment and when he stood by her again, he’d lost the floggers. Now he held what looked like her mother’s pattern-tracing wheel, with a dozen or more sharp, steel points. Before she could wonder what he intended to do with it, she felt it pressing lightly against the sole of her right foot, which was bound tightly behind her thigh.

  “No, Sir! I’m ticklish there!”

  He chuckled again, sadistically, and continued to run the wheel over her sole until more tears spilled from her eyes. At last, he moved on to her leg, which had turned red and looked swollen inside the bindings. Oh, that was going to hurt when the blood rushed back in—she hoped not as badly as her nipples.

  The wheel continued up her calf, over the bumps and knots of the ropes, then up onto her thigh.

  “You still want me to touch your clit and pussy, kitten?”

  “No, Sir! I changed my mind!”

  He laughed out loud this time and the wheel moved closer and closer to her pussy. She tried to jerk away, but he was between her legs now, not allowing the ropes to spin her away, moving closer and closer to her thong. With his other hand, his finger traced the outline of the waistband, over the triangular scrap of lace, and down the crack between her legs. She shook her head as the wheel came closer. Closer.

  The wheel squeaked as it rolled onto the side of her mons and into the valley between her thigh and pussy. The spikes grabbed at her pubic hair and wouldn’t let go of. “Ow!” Master Adam bent over and kissed the place where her hair had been pulled, then leaned away and let the damned wheel rolled right over the lace triangle, applying more pressure as he went over her clit.

  “Oh, my God!” Her clit zinged to welcome the device of torture. What the fuck was the matter with her? How could her body enjoy being on the edge of pain like this? Not knowing what he might do next?

  His lips brushed her right thigh between the ropes and sent delicious tingles through her. He slowly nibbled his way to the vee between her legs, then his teeth skimmed over her lace-covered but now very erect clit. How was he going to get the thong off now with her legs tied like this? He should have thought about that earlier. Somehow, though, she was certain he’d figure out something. Right now, all she wanted to do was lose herself in the feel of his mouth approaching her pussy.

  He stood up, and she heard the wheel hit the floor. He seemed to be reaching into his pocket for something, and she saw him coming at her with a pocketknife. One slight tug of the string between her butt cheeks and then felt him tug the thong away. Well, she guessed he’d purchased the expensive thong, so it was his to cut away if he wanted to.

  The knife went back into his leathers, and he bent down to spread the curls on her outer lips with his thumbs. The tip of his warm, hard tongue pressed against the side of her clit hood, removing all thought from her mind. She felt lightheaded, which only added to the sense of euphoria rushing through her. “Oh, Sir! Yessss!” His finger slid down the cleft to her pussy and entered her in one swift motion. Dripping wet. He plunged another finger inside her and curled them around to press that bundle of nerves she’d never known existed. />
  She couldn’t contain her screams, no matter who might hear. “Oh, please, yessssssssssss!” His tongue stroked both sides of her hood, teasing her clit to become more erect, without touching it directly. When it did respond, he flicked his tongue against the sensitive nub. So intense. Suddenly, she felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

  “Oh, Master Adam! Yessss!!!”

  Karla was weightless, hanging on the egde. She felt as if she were flying. A strange euphoria engulfed every part of her body. She floated, literally this time, as she tumbled over the crest. Her screams laced intermittently with panting filled the room, and she tried to clamp her thighs around his head to hold him closer, but, of course, she couldn’t move. Then his head was gone. Suddenly, the world spun on its axis and went topsy-turvy. She was hanging knees over head, staring at the bulge in Master Adam’s leathers.

  Totally at her Master’s mercy.

  Totally surrendered to him.

  Totally Master Adam’s.

  * * *

  Hearing Karla’s screams put his dick into painful spasms, aching to get out of his leathers and have some fun, too. She excited him more than anyone had in a very long time. Shock and awe. But he needed to get her down out of this inverted position now, before she blacked out. Her body shook from the after-spasms of her orgasm. For a novice to the lifestyle, she certainly had intense responses to submission, going into subspace twice during the scene. He usually had to work with a sub quite awhile to get her to trust him enough to let go, but Karla…

  Trusts you completely.

  Fuck. Better than just about anything she could have given him. What was he going to do with such a special gift?

  He adjusted the ropes to move her torso into a horizontal position again, and lowered her carefully to the floor. He knelt and lowered her gently into his arms, immediately working to loosen and untie her right leg first.

  “M-Master Adam?”

  “Yes, kitten?”

  “Th-thank you. That was…unbelievable.”