The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning

by J. M. Alt

  “Like what? What is it you need now?” I acted indignant, but smiled as I typed and hit the ENTER key.

  She was quiet for several seconds. “I can’t explain it. But I have to find out if what I want is out there or if it’s all just bullshit.”

  “So I’m not good enough?”

  Drew was silent for a moment, “You’ve always been good enough. I just want to experience something you can’t give me.” She was almost too quiet. “I wish I could explain.”

  I paused as I typed, hoping she couldn’t hear the click of the keys through the earbud. "Drew, after ten years, you owe me at least a chance to work this out."

  I pressed ENTER.

  There was a long pause. “Drew?"

  "I'm here," she replied. I could hear the clicking of her nails on the keyboard.

  "Drew?"

  "I'm sorry. I'm busy."

  I read the message on my screen, then typed a quick reply. "Drew, are you dating someone?”

  “No. I’m not.” She quickly responded, almost defiantly. “Why?”

  “You sound pre-occupied.” I offered in fake indignation.

  “I’m sorry. Just chatting with friends online.” She responded almost absently. I could hear her nails clicking on her keyboard.

  I smiled as I read my screen. Everything was falling into place.

  The stupid bitch didn’t even know who she was chatting with.

  I decided to seal the deal, quickly typing as I spoke, “Drew, hon, how about you meet me at our favorite restaurant for a nice dinner and a little wine. A little romance would do wonders for both of us."

  I pressed ENTER.

  There was a long pause and I could hear the clicking of her nails. "When?"

  I smiled. This was almost fun "How about Friday? I'll get off early. We could have the weekend to talk."

  The reply came back on my screen as her voice filled the receiver. "I can't," she replied. "I have something to do Friday."

  "Drew, are you sure you can't cancel?" I typed the reply I knew would close the deal, hit ENTER and then acted the hurt puppy. “You have something more important than us?”

  Almost without emotion, she responded. "Listen, I need to go."

  Before I could say anything, she hung up.

  I smiled as I read her response, typed a reply, pressed ENTER, then closed my screen and shut off the computer.

  *****

  Drew’s breath was quick and her body tense. She wanted to cum, even though I knew her clit was raw from the ropes and my rough treatment. I continued to toy with the nub, teasing it and flicking it. I wanted my bitch to suffer. I wanted her to remember this punishment.

  Because I knew Drew and Beth would do it again. They would do it again because they both knew I would punish them even harder the next time.

  I kept the pressure up on that raw tender bundle of nerves between her wet and tortured pussy lips while I used my other hand and my mouth to remove the two clamps then bite, suck, and pinch her tenderized nipples. I would take a nipple in my mouth, suck it deep, pulling in her flesh and then continue to suck as hard as I could, manhandling the other nip with my fingers while I continued to torture that clit.

  Drew moaned long and deep into her gag, tendrils of saliva sliding out along the bottom edge and coating her chest.

  I got more aggressive, slapping her face, then attacking her tits with my tongue and mouth while I continued to finger fuck her pussy and pull her clit even further past the ropes clamping it together.

  As I sucked her right nipple deep into my mouth, I felt her body tense up – becoming stiff. I sucked harder and flicked the clit with my finger even faster.

  And Drew screamed.

  She screamed into her gag and bucked against the tightness of her bondage. And she continued to buck against it, moaning and screaming into that thick cock gag as I continued to suck and torment her more.

  Suddenly, Drew tensed for several seconds, then went limp, leaning into the suspension.

  Absolutely limp.

  I checked her pulse. Strong.

  She was breathing.

  And she was passed out. Completely.

  My bitch had passed out during an orgasm.

  I was about to slap her back awake, but held my hand mid-slap.

  Why not leave her for a bit?

  I went over and sat in the chair, relaxing and watching her hang in her bondage.

  And I remembered that first time she submitted her body to my lust and desire – thinking I was some dark Master and not knowing the man who would bind her that first time was the husband she didn’t think had the guts to do it.

  It was like yesterday.

  *****

  I knew the bitch was pissed. Mr. Jackson was supposed to have met her at the restaurant at eight o’clock sharp. It was now nine forty five and she was standing outside the door to a hotel suite, perfectly still with her face lowered, legs spread shoulder width, hands clasped behind her back and chest thrust forward.

  Waiting until I answered the door.

  Just as she was instructed to do by the letter given to her at the restaurant when Mr. Jackson didn’t show up.

  My lovely bitch wife would learn to be patient and obedient from the first moment as she learned to serve her new Master.

  I adjusted the black leather hood so that it fit a bit more snug and pulled the black calfskin leather gloves on a little tighter. Checking the appearance of my tailored gray suit, black shirt and grey tie in the mirror before I went to the door, I noticed lint on the collar.

  I dusted it off.

  The hood was a bit overwhelming but I liked the look. The leather covering over the mouth and the fine mesh over the eye holes gave me a very ominous and foreboding appearance. Almost a bit evil. Yet, it wasn’t at all uncomfortable or hot to be in.

  Turning the room lights off and lighting the candles, I looked around. Dark shadows filled the corners of the room while flickers of warm candle light provided the exact illumination I wanted. I liked the effect.

  I walked to the door and, gazing through the peephole, I saw she remained still. And I could see the expression on her downturned face. This lady was pissed.

  Good.

  As I opened the door, her blue eyes grew wide. I panicked for a brief second, afraid she may recognize me. But the look in Drew's eyes was more shock than any type of recognition as she stood there.

  At five foot six, in her thirties with mid-back length blonde hair, and approximately one hundred thirty pounds, Drew stood before me as she had been directed to dress – in a simple knee length body hugging black dress with a slit up the thigh high enough to show she wore no underwear, black thigh-high stockings, and four-inch black stiletto open-toed heels. The shelf bra she wore only accentuated my wife's very shapely figure and full breasts, her nipples pressed hard against the fabric in the cool air of the hotel.

  I stepped back.

  While I hoped the leather across my mouth disguised my voice enough, I was beginning to worry my size might give me away. But I had already come this far and I had decided to take her by force if she somehow made the connection before I could begin the process of training her.

  "I take it being dressed like some slut, then left at a restaurant and all this running around playing your little game will be worth it," she replied with a sarcastic tone to her voice. Pausing just a moment more, she entered, brushing past me. “It better be.”

  She was going to try to control the meeting.

  I closed the door. "Speak once more without being told to and you will leave. Do you understand?"

  She glared at me for several seconds, then nodded. The leather muffling my voice seemed to work.

  "You're here of your own free choice?"

  She started to speak, thought better of it, then nodded.

  "You understand the terms of this meeting?"

  She nodded again.

  “You accept there is no safe word.”

  She hesitated then nodded.

>   “Who knows you are here?”

  She looked surprised for a moment, then stammered as she took a small step backwards, “No one. No one knows I’m here. Oh shit.” Fear entered her eyes and she glanced at the door, then at my hands clasped behind my back.

  “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  She wasn’t so sure and I sensed apprehension building. I decided to push the evening along.

  I shifted my hands to show there was no weapon. “If I wanted to rape you or worse, I would have started by now.” She simply stared at me. I paused for effect then continued, “Then unless you want to leave this minute, proceed to the center of the room, discard your clothing, and sit in the chair. You may leave on your hose and heels if you choose. If you decide to shower, you have ten minutes to shower and be back in this room kneeling before me. Otherwise you have five minutes to be seated."

  The apprehension was even clearer in her eyes as she eyed the chair sitting in the flickering shadows.

  What Drew stared at was a tall, bowed-back, black-lacquered, heavy wooden chair I'd found at an old second-hand store.

  Once I got it home, I spent a weekend taking it completely apart, then rebuilt it to be portable. I also modified it by first attaching a multitude of thick leather restraints and large chrome rings to it. Next modifying it w, I removed the bowed-back, keeping it in its original shape and re-secured it to the chair so that the bow of the back faced forward. I also attached and anchored a wide padded board extending above the back to serve as a headrest and a way to anchor the head in place. On this board were rings spaced every four inches along the backside of the board and an opening at the top to hold a thick dowel. That dowel, once in place, extended out six inches with a small pulley attached to the end.

  However, the real intimidator of the chair had to be the large black latex penis-shaped electric vibrating dildo embedded in the thickly padded seat – a full two inches thick and approximately six inches long. With the restraints and modifications I had made to the chair, when Drew was strapped in, she would be forced to sit very upright, chest thrust out against the straps holding her back, unable to prevent the dildo from penetrating her completely. This particular dildo has the added dimension of a pumping action, going from six inches to eight inches. I re-wired it to function at a pace remotely controlled through a rather ingenious program I created and loaded onto a high-end laptop.

  Drew turned and looked at me.

  I gazed at my watch. “Four minutes unless you desire a shower."

  She disappeared into the bathroom for about a minute. The commode flushed and she re-appeared shortly afterwards. Moving to the center of the room next to the chair, she slipped the dress from her shoulders. As it fell to the floor, before me stood my wife, nude except for her shelf bra, garter belt and hose, perched on a pair of spiked four-inch heels. She undid her bra and it fell to the floor as well, then stripped completely.

  "Turn around."

  She did so and I smiled as I gazed at her tight ass, cheeks firm and uplifted. I have always admired her legs because they were long for her height and shapely. She completed her turn and stood facing me, hands behind her back. It was obvious my wife had spent a number of hours toning up since she left me and her fully tanned body looked absolutely stunning. For someone in her thirties, her full thirty six D-cup breasts still sat plump, yet firm and high on her chest. She wore no jewelry per my instructions and her pubic region was not shaved quite bare – a thin line of soft, thick but tightly trimmed blonde hair remained. That would be remedied soon enough.

  "You are not shaven. I thought I was very explicit in my instructions. Two minutes twenty seconds."

  She narrowed her gaze at me, “I’m not sure what being nude there accomplishes.”

  “Two minutes, ten seconds. I recommend you lubricate the plug."

  “How?”

  “Two minutes. I’m sure you can get creative.”

  She gazed at it, then took a deep ragged breath, knelt and timidly touched the latex penis, fingering the thin leather strap attached to the base of it. She looked at the folds, as if the thing would jump at her, then began licking it and lathering it thickly with her saliva. It was all I could do to keep from unzipping my pants and ramming my cock into her ass.

  As she coated the dildo, she spread her knees and began working her sex with her other fingers, spreading her pussy lips and pushing her fingers in and out of her snatch.

  "One minute."

  She stood, moved to the front of the chair and once again faced me. Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath then very slowly lowered herself onto the chair, spreading her pussy lips and slightly wincing as the dildo penetrated her. She had to start over a couple times, but finally was able to sit, firmly impaled on the intruder. She tried to relax, but quickly realized the reverse-bowed back was designed to keep her rigidly sitting upright, chest thrust out.

  I circled behind her, then slipped the leather blindfold over her head and made sure the thick padding covered her eyes completely.

  I strapped her upper arms, lower arms, and wrists to the chair back sides. As I buckled her arms in, the effect forced her chest out. I buckled her body to the chair using wide, padded, leather bands around her lower chest and her abdomen, then tightened the straps pulling her arms back, forcing her chest out a bit more. Though the room was cool, sweat beaded on her forehead and breasts.

  Her dark nipples were taut and I deliberately brushed them often as I worked, pausing every so often to deliberately grasp and tease them for several seconds.

  Sliding her thighs to the sides of the chair, I then bent them back under the seat and buckled her ankles into padded leather cuffs attached to the chair so they hung some three inches off the floor. I then strapped her knees, her thighs and finally her hips against the padding seat of the chair with leather straps.

  Her musk already filled the air in the room.

  A heady musk from her exposed and obviously wet pussy that I never tired of all the years I fucked that gorgeous body. I slid a finger down her mound and along the thin line of soft fur until it disappeared into the folds of her wet sex, stroking her clit for several moments as I listened to her breathing quicken and watching as she tried to shift herself, doing nothing but sinking the dildo in a little deeper.

  Slowly sliding my finger free, I pulled the strap from the base of the dildo up, made sure it lay on her now very aroused clit and then ran it up along her mound and through the small buckle on the thick strap around her belly, tightening it to drive the dildo deeper. A small gasp escaped her lips, but she made no other sound.

  I circled behind her. Lifting the wide spandex of the blindfold, I placed thick expanding foam earplugs in her ears. These yellow earplugs are perfect. They fit easily into the ear when compressed and allow very little sound as they expand to fit the ear canal completely. I watched for a moment as the plugs expanded, then lowered the wide padded spandex band in place. My wife was now, for all practical purposes, deaf and blind. In a moment she would also be completely mute.

  Pulling her head forward and down, I braided Drew's long hair into a thick cord, then encased it in a long black leather sleeve. Tightening the sleeve strings, I slipped the leather hood over her head and pulled her leather-sleeved hair whip through a hole in the top. The hood, made from the softest calfskin, was equipped with a multitude of buckling straps allowing me to mold it tightly to her head and face. Other than the hole in the top, the only additional openings are for the nose and mouth. I took my time as I laced and buckled the hood on, insuring it molded snugly to her features. Once that was done, I placed a thick, black leather collar on her neck, stiff and unyielding with side plates covered in soft leather extending upwards. As with the rest of her body, her head was now rigidly held up and against the chair back.

  “Before I silence you, is there anything you wish to say or ask?” I offered.

  “You said I’m safe with you. Is that a lie?” She asked, then added, almost sarcasti
cally, “Not that it matters now.”

  “You are perfectly safe.”

  “Then I’m fine.”

  “Are you ready to find what you seek?” I asked, knowing she and I were on a path we couldn’t turn back from.

  “Yes.” She responded firmly, “I want to know what it’s like to be forced without mercy to serve a man in any way he desires. I’ve always wanted to know. To experience it.” She paused, then stated emphatically, “Yes.”

  I placed the tip of the cock gag against her lips. She hesitated, trying to move her head to the side. Finding she couldn't move, she pressed her lips closed. I pressed the tip to her lips but didn’t force it.

  She hesitated for a moment more, then slowly opened her mouth and accepted the gag. I took my time, savoring the sight of the latex cock slowly disappearing in her mouth, then buckled it, drawing it completely in her mouth and checking to ensure the breathing hole was clear. Her breath gently whistled through the wide hole. Taking her leather-clad hair sleeve, I wrapped a long leather cord around it a number of times, knotted it, then ran the cord up through the pulley and back down. Pulling on the cord, I forced Drew’s head up until I was sure I couldn’t tug it any tighter, then tied the cord off around her sleeved-hair once again. The effect was one of having her head in a slightly down angle, allowing saliva to pool around the area where the gag and her lips met. Any saliva that escaped would end up on her breasts, along her belly and eventually pooled up on the padded seat around her sex. Drew would be a total mess before this night was through.

  I walked around, insuring her restraint was complete. Her body, tanned and now coated with a thin sheen of sweat, glistened in the dim candlelight.

  Attaching a pair of uniquely modified nipple clamps to each taut nipple, I checked the connections, then took the second set of clamps connected to the wires attached to this set of clamps and attached one to each of her pussy lips just to the side of her already swollen sex.