“Hey, I need that,” I complained.
“That’s why I’m removing it,” he said. “You may have noticed there are no clocks in this room. There’s a reason for that. I don’t want you to know how much time is left in the session. For the next two hours, you are going to live for the moment, and besides, you’ll be far too busy to clock watch.” Pulling it away from my hand, he walked over to the corner of the room and pushed it through the opening in my bag.
Then he came back and took a handful of my hair again, but this time he held it gently in his fingers. “I’m going to tie it up so it doesn’t get caught in anything.” Threading his fingers through my straightened hair, he gathered it all up neatly and fastened an elastic band to the nape of my neck, making a long ponytail. He then doubled this up, which formed a makeshift bun.
“Remind me of your safe words again. I find I’m very keen to begin reddening your backside, Ms. Reeves.”
Resting my chin upon the soft, cool leather of the bench, I took a deep lungful of air and said, “They haven’t changed since yesterday.” I knew damn well he hadn’t forgotten. He was just making sure that I hadn’t.
Behind me, James cleared his throat. “You are not the first submissive to play hardball with me, Ms. Reeves, but by the end of this session, I will have you compliant, or so help me God, I’ll offer you a refund.”
I shot up in the air as he began to run his hands up the length of my body. He started at my calves, kneading and massaging, and then moved up to my ass. I’d expected his hands to be slapping my backside by now, so the gentle pressure was surprising. The man was clearly trying to keep me off balance. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, though. Little shivers of tantalising delight were creeping up my spine, and it was with shock that I realised I was already wet. It was a little embarrassing, and I had to work hard to keep my moans inside my mouth.
Continuing his gentle path, he pressed along each vertebrae of my spine for a few seconds before he moved upwards. My shoulders were treated to more of the same bliss from his fingertips, before he finally wrapped his hands around my neck. My eyes widened.
“Are you going to answer my earlier question, Lois, or shall I start fighting dirty?” His two thumbs pressed gently upon my trachea to let me know he was serious, and a feeling of utter helplessness coursed through me. It had been a long time since I’d felt such an emotion. It was sobering. His thumbs pressed a little harder at my hesitation to answer, and I almost choked.
“Traffic light system,” I spluttered. “Green, yellow, red.”
The fingers were immediately removed, but the aftereffects still lingered. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, and I was now in red alert mode.
“So you can listen. That’s good to know.”
I growled. “Nasty trick.”
“I’m full of them, sweetheart. Each time you push, I’ll shove right back.”
I believed him.
“Okay, now that I have your attention, I’m going to begin the warm-up. I’ll also give you a word of advice, which I wouldn’t normally do, but I am conscious that you are a novice. Listen up, Lois. Do not tense your body. Relax into the spanking. The pain will build up in increments, and at first you won’t notice yourself straining, but take it from me - the more you fight it, the more it will hurt.”
No more words were forthcoming from James. Before I’d had a chance to compose myself, I felt the sting of his palm in the sweet spot of my butt. I’m not going to lie - the contact stung, but it was bearable. He alternated each ass cheek from right to left with impressive speed for a few seconds, probably warming me up as he so elegantly put it, and then he slowed down, which thankfully stopped my teeth rattling in my head and allowed me to process each smack.
Soon, I began to tingle all over, and somehow the spanking that James was administering was connecting the dots all over my body with an intensity that was frightening. My skin started to flush, and the heat began to build. James’s palm was firm and unyielding, and it unerringly hit the same spot. It wasn’t long before each smack began to burn.
It was an insidious heat. It began with a few flickering flames, moved on to a well-tended blaze, and before I knew it, my backside had turned into the mouth of a live volcano. My whole body stiffened painfully in preparation for each new smack, and I realised I was doing exactly what James had told me not to. If I didn’t do something soon, this session was going to be over before it had barely begun, and that would be hideously embarrassing. My pride wouldn’t let me surrender so soon, even if my ass was screaming at the top of its lungs.
With a conscious effort, I managed to relax. I let myself fall back into the bench and began my meditation breathing exercises once more. James was right - as soon as I released the tension from the coiled spring that my body had become, the pain was more manageable. It didn’t go away - don’t get me wrong, but if I focused on it, I could contain the spreading fire.
“What’s your name?”
The question shocked me. My body instantly tensed up again, and my eyes watered.
“Lois Reeves,” I stammered.
The spanking stopped, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
“We both know that’s not your real name. I am also certain you do not work in advertising, and that’s not just because you can’t describe your boss. That was sloppy preparation, by the way, Lois. If you’re going to lie, make sure you do your research thoroughly.” He made a clucking sound with his tongue. “So, what am I going to do with you?”
Oh my God. My head was whirling. He had seen through me. He was far more astute than I realised. Beginning to wonder if I’d made a terrible mistake in coming here, I felt my blood pressure rocket.
“Relax, Lois. I’m not here to learn your secrets. Well, not those stored inside your head.” His fingers trailed over the reddened globes of my ass, and my body strained against the cuffs as I tried to escape his touch. It was a mixture of pain and suffocating arousal that those hands dealt, and I didn’t know which was worse.
“I think you’re enjoying yourself, Lois. It’s too much fun seeing you spread naked and squirming.”
“I have not been squirming,” I said, outraged, because it taken nearly every ounce of willpower I had to remain still.
“I think you need to be punished.”
“I am being punished,” I groaned. “My backside stings like someone’s dragged it along a mile of tarmac.”
He laughed. “Not yet it doesn’t, but it will, Lois. Until I have my answers, I am going to work you over with a deadly kind of enthusiasm. You’ll learn to love it as much as you hate it by the time I’ve finished with you.” He pinched the top of my butt cheek to let me know he was serious, before his fingers ran down the dipped valley of my ass. “Are you wet for me, I wonder?”
His fingers trailed lower, and I knew where they were headed. I groaned at the thought of him feasting his eyes between my legs. Humiliation warred with arousal, and I was pretty certain I knew which one was going to win. When two fingers slid into me, with no resistance whatsoever, I wanted to bury my face into the leather in front of me. To make matters worse, James had beautifully long fingers, and they felt amazing inside me. A whimper of need escaped, and there was nothing I could do to hide it.
“You’re drenched, Lois.” I heard footsteps, and then there he was, looming in front of me. “So beautiful. So wet.” He placed his middle and index finger on my bottom lip. “Suck them. I want you to taste yourself.”
I moaned in heat at those words, and as soon as my mouth opened, he thrust his fingers inside me. Sucking upon them hard, I watched him smile.
“Good girl. Suck them clean. That’s right.” He patted my head with his free hand in a condescending manner, but I didn’t care. My whole body was alive with tormented need. “How do you taste, Lois? Tell me.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth with an audible pop and waited for my reply. I was face to face with the crotch of his jeans, and the bulge I saw there confirmed that he was not unaff
ected by me. Good. I didn’t want this to be one-sided.
“Salty, musky, sweet, and syrupy. I like it,” I added, surprised.
“Good. Now look at me,” he said quietly.
I had to strain my head upward to reach his face, but when I did so, he was smiling, and that was when I found him at his most devastating.
“Are you anywhere close to safe-wording yet?”
“No,” I whispered, breathing hard and wishing he would get on with our session. I was beginning to crave one of those orgasms he had mentioned yesterday. I had a feeling they were going to blow my mind.
“Then clearly I haven’t done my job properly. Okay, how can we rectify this? Tell you what, I’ll let you choose… the paddle, the flogger, or the riding crop?”
My breath caught. I looked at the wall and examined row upon row of wooden, plastic, and leather implements. Remembering our conversation from yesterday, I recalled him saying that he would normally use the flogger next, so I guessed I’d opt for that. I wasn’t feeling quite as brave as I had been this morning, so increasing my pain tolerance in small increments might be a wise idea.
When a hand squeezed my left ass cheek, I yelped.
“Well, Lois? Don’t keep me waiting.” He had a handful of my flesh firmly grasped between his fingers, and I had to blink twice before I managed to get my mouth to cooperate.
“The flogger,” I mewled.
Sucking in a hiss of breath as he released his grip, I watched him stride over to the wall. The man looked like a fucking god dressed up in the black getup he wore, and I had a rare moment to myself, dribbling over his pert backside. Men didn’t do things like this to me. Ever. For the first time in my life, my hormones had made an appearance, and I wasn’t sure if I liked the experience.
“I think we’ll go with this one,” he said, picking up a short, black leather flogger with a woven handle. He swished it through the air experimentally a couple of times, and I found myself wincing already. I wondered how many minutes I’d managed to endure so far and bit my lip.
James, as per normal, instantly read my mind. “Five minutes down, one hour and fifty-five minutes to go. Time to get on with the warm-up, Lois.”
Five minutes! It had seemed like much, much longer than that. I instantly began to have doubts as to whether I’d last the whole session, and it had barely begun. This was so unlike me that I had to do a double take for a second.
“Nice choice, by the way. With the flogger, I can warm up your back, the sides of your breasts, the tops of your thighs, and your ass. You’re going to be tingling all over by the time I’m finished, but first, I’m going to have a little fun with you.”
“You mean you’re not already?” I said dryly, rattling the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
“Not nearly enough, Lois.”
There was a chuckle, and I figured that was not a good sound. I heard him walking around behind me, and before I knew what was happening, something impossibly large was being pressed into my pussy.
“What the hell?” I squawked, and my backside bounced up and down in the air as if there was a possibility of avoiding the intruder.
“Stay still, Lois. It’s just a dildo. I’m going to fill you up and watch you squirm.” With one hand on my ass pressing me down into the leather, he slowly twisted the large plastic dildo inside me. I had no idea how big that thing was behind me, but it felt enormous… and… wonderful. There must have been a tapered end to its design, because with a final firm push, it slotted itself neatly inside of me.
“Does it feel good?”
“Umm…” I said. It did feel good, too good if I were honest, but I saw no reason to tell him that.
“That good, huh? Well, let’s see if it feels better now.” He swatted my ass firmly with his hand, making me yelp, and suddenly my insides began to shake.
“What the hell…” I mumbled to myself, as the whole of my nether regions appeared to have taken on a life of their own.
“It’s a remote control vibrating dildo.” The man sounded remarkably pleased with himself. “I can up the intensity like this…” he said, and I squeaked as my eyeballs began rolling about in my head, “or I can change the pattern of the vibrations like that.” I was positive someone had just taken a jackhammer to my small intestine. The thing inside me was industrial grade and dangerous.
“You… can’t…” I had to take a breath because breathing had suddenly become really difficult, “buy-things-like-this-in-the-shops.” The last half of the sentence sounded like one very long word. It was almost impossible to believe, but already I was on the cusp of orgasm.
“No, we have them specially made for our purposes. But if you think that’s good, just wait until I get the wand.”
Oh, God. If this was mediocre by his standards, I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to find out what the wand could do.
“I have one question before I begin round two.” James dragged the flogger over the back of my neck, and his fingernail traced a slow path up my spine. His touch was electric. Squatting down in front of me, he waited until his eyes were level with mine before he spoke. “Have you had anal sex before, Lois?”
My cheeks exploded with heat. It took me a moment before I summoned enough courage to answer that question. “Umm… why does that matter? You’ve already mentioned you aren't going to have sex with me.” I had a feeling I was going to have to answer him regardless, but I wanted to put that moment off for as long as possible.
“I’m not. The question is important, however, because it will indicate what size butt plug I will begin our session with. If you choose not to answer, I’ll just go with large and hope for the best.” He pulled out a massive, jelly-like, black rubber thing from his pocket and waved it in front of my face. “Does this look good for starters?” The smile on his face was nothing short of monstrous.
I just gaped at him. Speaking was a little beyond me at that point.
“Lois? Last chance. Have you had anal before? I’m more than happy to start hammering this in…”
“No,” I whimpered. “Never.” My face had just turned an unpleasant shade of grey.
“This is why you fill out the limits form, Lois. Then I’d have known you were an anal virgin.” James shook his head. “Okay, I’ll go easy on you. We’ll start with a slightly smaller one.”
That didn’t exactly inspire me with confidence. As James disappeared from sight, I tried madly to crane my neck around and find out what was happening, but the cuffs and stretched nature of my body would not cooperate. I was left high and dry, and for all intents and purposes, blind.
“You keep yourself in awfully good shape for an advertising exec,” James commented. “Judging by the muscle tone on your body, you spend most of your time engaged in physical activity, which doesn’t really fit with an office-based job.”
I would have snapped back some reply about me being a fitness freak, but he chose that moment to smear freezing cold lube inside my ass, and that put an end to any small talk.
Squirming madly under the single finger inside me, unsure of whether I was feeling pleasure or pain at his touch, James slapped my backside again. It was hard enough that I stilled instantly.
“Stop that. It’s only a little plug, and I’ll go slowly. If you keep thrashing around, I’ll get the crop out, and believe me when I say you won’t like that much.”
I believed him. Lying as still as I could, I panted heavily as one finger became two. James didn’t play fair. He had one hand underneath me working my clit whilst this was going on, not to mention the dildo that was playing havoc with my internal organs. I curled my body up as tight as a bowstring and felt each jarring movement within me.
“Shhh, Lois. Stop fighting me. It’ll go easier on you if you relax.” I took him at his word, mainly because my body was getting tired of being held so rigidly. Once I’d gotten used to the feeling of his fingers inside me, I was surprised to find he was right. Loosening up my muscles and allowing myself to lie back down on the bench,
it wasn’t long before I found myself close to orgasm again. There were delicious licks of pleasure flowing all through my body, and the vibrations were heavenly. Just as I thought I might explode, however, something cold was pressed up against my back passage, and before I had time to tense, James pushed it quickly forward. It slid in easily enough, bar the last centimetre or so, which was splintering pain, but the pressure of James’s hand was unrelenting and I had no option but to accept it inside me. The heavy pressure now bearing down made my ass rocket up into the air, and I yelped.
“Take it out,” I whimpered. My hips bounced against the bench as if that might somehow dislodge the intruder, but it didn’t move an inch.
“You’re not the one who gives the orders around these parts. Try and remember that.” He then twirled the plug around inside me, and I grimaced. “Relax. You’ll soon get used to it. The first time is always the worst, and it’s almost a kindness to go quickly rather than slow, but I have a feeling you’ll come to enjoy being filled. Most of the girls I work with do.”
I was about to give him a pithy reply about the likelihood of a next time, but then the plug in my ass began to vibrate, joining forces with its friend. I immediately lost the power of speech.
“Now we’ll begin.”
The flogger cascaded down upon my back in earnest, as if making sure I wouldn’t commit the grave error of talking back to its owner. There was little chance of that. After the first couple of stinging blasts, my whole body went into hypersensitive mode, and the only thing I could do was pant and grit my teeth. Thud, thud, thud. The swats were carefully aimed to cover every inch of me, and the man was making sure I felt them. After a few minutes, I sank into the bench and forced myself to relax, inhaling the scent of warm leather and sweat. There was reason to be thankful that my stamina level was impressive, because I was starting to wonder how long James could wield that thing for. Thud, thud, thud. The fire inside my body began to build once more, and as soon as he concentrated his attention on my already reddened ass, I nearly blasted off into orbit. The flogger was not in the least bit fussy about what it hit. Its tails pressed each of my plugs into me and licked around my spread open sex and clit. It was in one moment excruciating agony, and in the next some of the most intense pleasure I have ever known – but it was never quite enough. Quite simply put, I was desperate for an orgasm. The trouble was, I would rather have died than admit that to him, so I lay there quietly and took all the punishment he could muster. The word yellow had been on my lips at least twice before he finally paused for thought.
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