My Obsession

by Cassie Ryan

  “Impact play isn’t about being abused or beaten,” he said as he smoothed his hands over the areas he’d swatted. “It’s about using the body’s natural responses to build arousal and pleasure so it takes you beyond where you’ve been before. Like anything else that brings pleasure, it can become addictive.”

  Sandra must have made a noise in the back of her throat because a soft, sexy rumble came from Master Brent before he moved his slow massage down to her thighs and to the backs of her knees. “You might be surprised at the things you begin to crave if they’re done the right way.”

  She nodded her head. Master Brent could make her crave anything he wished, and she looked forward to finding out what was on that list.

  He continued his massage, avoiding the spots she really wished he would give his attention to—especially with the oil. The wonderful smell of vanilla and citrus filled her senses, and Master Brent’s caresses heightened her awareness. He continued his slow attentions to her ankles and feet before moving to her back and shoulders, adding more oil to his hands as needed, and warming it before smoothing it over her body.

  He seemed to know every spot that would spike her arousal, and he exploited them mercilessly until she squirmed and bucked as much as the bench and her bindings would allow. Arousal built and burned deep inside her belly more intensely with every passing second.

  When Master Brent’s hands closed over her breasts, she whimpered. He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingers, ripping a long moan from her throat. She couldn’t get enough. She had to have more. She thrashed against her bonds, her body on fire and craving.

  He stopped and straightened, making her whimper again. “Please, sir, I need to come. Please don’t stop.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry, Sandra. We are far from done. You’ll be soaring in subspace quickly enough. And I have to make sure I give enough attention to these beautiful breasts of yours.” He tweaked her nipples one last time before he walked around the table and rummaged inside his toy bag, leaving arousal singing through her and her breasts feeling even more heavy and full than this position would warrant.

  She turned her head until she could see him. As he came back toward her he held something cupped in his hand, but she couldn’t tell what.

  “I brought something that I think will enhance our play.” He opened his fingers and a long silver chain with what looked like blue sapphires on it spilled out. He held up the two ends so she could see the soft-looking black loops that fed into a scroll of silver metal.

  “It’s called a slider nipple chain. It doesn’t have clips on the end like a lot of nipple clamps. The black loops can be snugged around your nipple at any intensity we need for the scene. These are never meant to be painful.” As he finished speaking, he cupped one breast in his hand and then pinched the nipple between his large fingers.

  She gasped, a hot surge of arousal rushing through her.

  “Your nipples are so wonderfully responsive, I would be remiss if I didn’t use them to your advantage during scenes.” He tweaked her nipple a few more times and then rolled it between his fingers again. She arched into his touch as her clit throbbed, and her breathing hitched.

  She looked down to watch Master Brent slip the soft black loop over her hard nipple and then slide the silver base up to snug the loop around the throbbing nub. Master Brent didn’t give her time to get used to the new sensation before he gave her other breast the same treatment.

  He was right. Her nipples had always been very sensitive, which was one reason she had always been leery of nipple clamps. But these were anything but painful. She was touched that Master Brent had taken the extra effort to find something that would work well for her. Club Desire definitely operated much differently than her old club, and it would be interesting at some point in the future to talk to her sub friends from New York about the differences.

  “How do those feel?” Master Brent asked her as he gently tugged on the chain that ran between her nipples, which sent a delicious jolt of pleasure through her and pulled a long, low moan from her throat.

  She swallowed hard to make sure she could speak. “They’re fine, sir. Not too tight and no pain.”

  “Good.” He leaned down to brush a kiss over her lips and nip her bottom lip before he pulled back. “The idea of these is to bring blood flow to the area and keep it there. That makes them more sensitive, and will keep your arousal ratcheted higher.” He flicked the chain, making her gasp at the delicious sensation that speared through her nipples. “Trust me, Sandra. We can adjust them as the scene progresses and you begin craving more. Just like you saw with the light swatting, as your endorphins start firing, you may need more stimulation to give you the same result.”

  “Yes, sir.” She smiled as she dropped her head to look down at the pretty silver chain winking with blue sapphires that ran between her dark pink nipples.

  Master Brent let go of the chain, and she gasped against the intense stab of arousal that shot through her as the full weight of the chain fell and tugged against her captured nipples.

  Master Brent smoothed his hand over her back. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, sir. I just didn’t expect…” She trailed off, unable to finish as her thoughts scattered.

  “I will always take care of you and lead you to your pleasure. I want to take you higher than you’ve ever been. To teach you how much pleasure your body is actually capable of.” He traced her slit with his finger, teasing by inserting just the tip so she arched as much as she could, trying to take more. But even though every cell of her body now craved an earth-shattering orgasm, there was something else she wanted.

  “Sir? What about your pleasure?”

  Master Brent moved behind her and cupped both globes of her bare ass, kneading the skin there and making her buck against the table. “I gain pleasure by giving you pleasure. Don’t ever worry about me, Sandra. That’s not your job in this dynamic.”

  His hands left her and she heard him move around the bench and take something else from his toy bag. She had only a few seconds to wonder what it was when the blue blindfold settled over her eyes and was firmly tied behind her head. Her thoughts tried to flow back to the scene she’d watched her first night here—the woman with the rope wrapped around her torso plumping up her breasts, her arms suspended over her head.

  She hoped to be comfortable in a scene like that someday. As long as it was with Master Brent. She forced her thoughts back to the present and adjusted her stance now that he had finished preparing her.

  She heard him rummaging inside his toy bag again and anticipation tingled over her entire body, where every inch of her skin was still sensitized from his very thorough attentions.

  When his hand settled over her lower back she couldn’t help but moan. Her body was screaming, both for Master Brent and for release. But she also knew that if she behaved and gave up control to Master Brent he would take care of her. He had proven that so far, and deep inside her gut she knew he would continue to do so.

  Something slick traced up her slit to settle over the tight pucker of her anus and she gasped. If the anal play he had in store for her today was anything like last time, or even more intense, she would definitely be flying in subspace very soon.

  A little more pressure and the tip of something slick and smooth slid inside her ass. As it slowly advanced it felt huge, and she stiffened.

  Master Brent immediately stopped what he was doing, although the invasion didn’t retreat. He ran his hand over her lower back in soothing circles. “Just relax. There’s a tightening reflex that you should breathe through. The sensations will be intense, but shouldn’t be painful. Once the plug is in fully it will be nothing but pleasurable relief.”

  She concentrated on the plug, and now that Master Brent’s words had calmed her and she was relaxing, it was starting to be pleasurable, and she wanted more.

  He continued speaking, apparently thinking she needed more time to relax. “This k
ind of invasion is new and different for the body. You need to get used to this before we can work you up to having your ass penetrated by a cock.”

  “I’m ready, sir. Please. I need more.”

  He didn’t make any sound, but she had the distinct impression she had amused him.

  “Breathe and relax, Sandra. This is only the first one, and the only one for tonight.”

  She hoped he meant the only one in her ass. She was still hoping he would fuck her pussy. She did as he instructed and blew out a slow breath, forcing her muscles to loosen.

  The invasion edged forward again. She breathed in and out slowly as she felt stretched wider and wider.

  The starter plugs she had seen were pretty small, yet she had heard from other subs that they all felt as wide as the Grand Canyon when they were first used.

  “Do you like that, Sandra?”

  She opened her mouth to answer when Master Brent reached forward and gently tugged on the nipple chain. A sudden jolt of bliss speared from her nipples down through her to her aching clit and her anus, which was now beginning to demand more attention.

  “Yes, sir. I hadn’t realized how much I could enjoy anal play until our last session. I would love to feel your beautiful cock there.”

  The pressure increased, sliding the very welcome intrusion in a bit farther. She arched into the sensation, begging for more.

  “We’ll take it slow. Plugs are a good way to ease into more serious anal play. We don’t want to hurt you, and being able to relax the muscles enough for that to happen while your body instinctively works to tighten around the invasion takes getting used to.” He slid it in a little farther and she stiffened against the bench and yanked against the bonds around her wrists as her body instinctively tightened around the plug. She concentrated on relaxing into the intense sensations that added to the vortex of need building inside her. “Please, Master Brent. I need to come.”

  “And you shall, my dear. Very soon.” He laid one large, hot hand over her lower back and slid the plug in slowly deeper with the other. “Breathe,” he reminded her. “Only a little more to go.”

  She obediently inhaled and made sure she was breathing normally as intense sensations assaulted her. The plug was obviously tapered, stretching her wider as it went deeper. She concentrated and relaxed as much as she was able but the sensations were becoming more uncomfortable, almost painful. She trusted Master Brent, but she didn’t like this anymore.

  She took a deep breath, ready to yellow, but then the bulb slid all the way in, the base seated firm against her ass cheeks, and relief flooded through her. Even with it fully inserted, her body tried to tighten and push against the invasion, and she had to breathe deep and ease into the new feeling of being filled there. But it definitely didn’t hurt anymore. After a few minutes she was able to fully relax, and her body began to crave more once again.

  Brent swatted her ass cheek, surprising her and making her body immediately work to expel the plug again. She forced herself to relax, and she found that it was easier this time now that she knew what to expect.

  “I’ll send you home with a few starter plugs so you can practice and play with them on your own, but don’t go too fast.” He rubbed more soothing circles over her lower back as he spoke. “I also have some lube that works well with them that I’ll send with you. You obviously enjoy the sensations, and we’ll work up to me burying my cock deep inside your lovely ass.”

  Brent firmly tapped on the plug and Sandra cried out, her body flushing with heat.

  One large finger traced her wet slit and she cried out again. “We’ve gotten your body to a point where it’s extremely sensitive to new sensations. The perfect place to dive off into subspace.” Definite satisfaction as well as anticipation laced his deep voice. “Are you ready to fly, Sandra?”

  Tears pricked at the backs of her eyes, although she was far from sad or hurting. “Yes, sir,” she answered, earning a light, playful swat from Master Brent that sent more wonderful arousal rushing through her, although not yet enough to make her come. “Please, sir. Please let me come.”

  She heard the quick sound of a ripping foil packet and bit back a moan, not daring to hope that she would finally feel Master Brent buried inside her.

  Before she could think too much more about it, or even wonder, he stepped close behind her and traced the tip of his cock up and down her soaking slit.

  She arched into him, hyperaware of the plug still deep inside her anus. She had always wondered what it would feel like to be filled in both places at once. She was about to find out and couldn’t wait.

  She tried to breathe through the sudden impatience, hoping Master Brent didn’t make her wait too long, when he pushed forward even farther, sliding inside her deliciously slowly, bit by bit, stretching her. He grabbed her hips in both hands and leaned his large body over hers, which only added another layer of amazing sensations to those already churning through her.

  “Are you all right? Sometimes the sensation of being filled both anally and vaginally can be a bit overwhelming. ‘Yellow’ if I push too fast for you and you need some time to let your body catch up.” He skimmed his hand over her lower back and the top of her ass, a touch that was probably meant to be soothing but only ratcheted her arousal higher.

  She adjusted her feet as best she could with the spreader bar holding them apart, trying to push up on her toes to take him faster, but without much success.

  “Green, sir. Please. Green, green.”

  Master Brent laughed, and gave her a firm swat as he slid farther inside her.

  She gasped as his body bumped lightly against the base of the plug, seating it more firmly, which reignited all those sensitive nerve endings and added to the building maelstrom.

  Master Brent leaned over her, sliding slowly deeper, but not yet fully. He was larger than she was used to. Both longer and thicker, and she reveled in the wonderful feeling of being filled and stretched. She let herself go, drowning in incredible sensations that continued to swamp her.

  “Are you with me, Sandra?”

  “Yes, sir.” She tried to bring herself back to the moment, but it was like wading through thick mud to even form a coherent thought.

  —

  Brent took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Taking the appropriate time to let Sandra’s body sing with each new sensation was slowly killing him, when all he wanted to do was bury himself deep and fuck her hard until they were both boneless. But he had to make this right for her. There would be time later, once she was more used to everything, when he could turn off his tightly reined control and just take her. But for now, he would give in to his own raging demons only enough to send her flying.

  “Take a deep breath, Sandra, and hold it.” He smiled as she did as she was told. She learned quickly.

  “When I say ‘now,’ blow out your breath, relax, and then breathe normally. But don’t forget to breathe.” He waited a few long beats to build her anticipation. “Now!” When he felt her relax and heard the soft sound of her blowing out her breath, he leaned forward so he could reach the beautiful sapphire nipple chain he’d given her. He waited a few moments until she relaxed under him again and then simultaneously pulled gently against the chain and slid deep, burying his cock inside her and bumping the plug firmly with his body.

  Exquisite sensations thundered through him, threatening his control as Sandra shouted, her body shuddering and quaking with her orgasm.

  Loosening his reins, but not releasing them, he started a slow rhythm of pushing inside her sweet, tight body and then retreating, only to start all over again. He still held the ends of the long nipple chain in one hand so that it tugged against her sensitive breasts with each movement.

  A steady stream of sounds rose from Sandra. A combination of moans, gasps, and other sounds that showed she was soaring in subspace already. But he wasn’t finished with her yet. She had come a long way in just this one scene, and he wasn’t about to waste the momentum when he could show her
a little more of what her body was capable of.

  Since the spreader bar between her ankles kept her legs apart and her lovely pussy and ass spread for him, he allowed himself the indulgence of slipping his free hand into her thick, blond hair and pulling her head up just enough so he knew the added sensations would gallop through her along with the rest. And the fact that it made his balls tighten against his body reminded him that he needed to maintain a little control and distance. It wasn’t time to let himself go.

  Her body shuddered under him again as another orgasm hit her, and he pumped into her harder, pulling on both the nipple chain and her hair to increase the sensations. Her body tightened around his cock so hard he nearly came, but he clenched his teeth and fought it back.

  When she slowly loosened around him and only the soft after-quakes of Sandra’s orgasm remained, he let go of her hair and decided it was time to finish the scene. He had taken her far enough for one day, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t ensure she would soar once more.

  Noticing she hadn’t seemed oversensitive to him thrusting inside her and bumping the plug, he pulled the nipple chain taut but not too tight, smiling when she shouted his name.

  He allowed himself to pound inside her, although not as hard or as fast as he craved. Not yet.

  She thrashed under him, trying to tip her ass up and take more of him. His beautiful Sandra was already craving more, and he would give it to her. He leaned forward, bracing his free hand against the bench next to Sandra’s side, and started thrusting harder and faster, making sure he was hitting the plug with each thrust. “Are you ready, Sandra?”

  She nodded frantically, most likely unable to speak at this point, but he had to be sure.

  He clenched his jaw and forced himself to stop all movement.

  She whimpered and a sob escaped before she bit out, “Ready, sir. Please!”

  He rewarded her by thrusting inside her hard, burying himself deep. He yanked on the nipple chain and gave in to his desire to pound into her. Her body greedily clamped around him, which caused delicious friction up and down his cock and radiated down into his balls. Thrusting inside Sandra was more than he had ever imagined. He loved the way her tight body accepted him and gripped his hard cock.