He could see the hell she was in, and part of him wanted to put her through even more torture, while the other part of him wanted to rescue her. The sadist in him didn’t often battle with the nurturer, because most of the time the nurturing part of him understood she needed the pain. However, this kind of pain was different, and he wasn’t positive he could have left her for the entire forty-five minutes had they done this at home, alone.
Sure, it would serve as a perfect consequence, and he had no doubt he’d be able to stand firm under those conditions, but right now he only needed to give her a taste of what to expect. Still, the Doms he’d spoken with had agreed forty-five minutes was the minimum time to demonstrate the true extent of a lengthy sentence, as she’d need enough time to experience the deep bruising that happened with continued motion and pressure to her sensitive genitals.
Ethan helped Tyler and James get the two women to the bondage table, and then James walked to Sam in step with Ethan.
The hope in Sam’s eyes almost broke Ethan’s heart. However, she had another seven minutes to go, and he’d resolved to not give her any more time updates.
He released the rope lifting her hands behind her back and Ethan heard her sigh in relief.
Master James stepped behind her and began working the laces, pulling them tighter as he said, “You can sometimes get her arms a little farther by resting an electric heating pad across her shoulders for ten minutes before you get started. I’ve also had luck putting a slave in the sauna and tightening the straps every five minutes.”
Sam whimpered as Master James ran through the laces yet again, pulling her arms even closer together.
“The trick is to tighten a few millimeters at a time, over and over, once you meet this much resistance.”
Sam’s eyes begged for mercy, and Ethan cupped her cheek in his hand and said, “Your ordeal isn’t over yet, sweetheart. Be strong for me.”
Her eyes squeezed shut and she gave a low whine as her arms were once more forced closer together behind her back, and she went on tiptoe again.
Ethan wanted to help her, and decided perhaps he needed to divert her attention. He palmed his rock-hard cock over his jeans and her eyes flicked down to watch. “You have no idea what watching you does to me, do you?”
Her eyes stayed glued to his crotch until he reached for her nipples, and she tried to shrink away from his hands, but Master James still worked on her armbinder and she couldn’t move. Ethan released both alligator clamps at the same time, and revealed a few tiny spots of blood, where the teeth had broken the skin.
Sam pushed as high as she could on her tiptoes and gave a series of half-second screams. Master James took advantage of the distraction by tugging the laces a good bit tighter, as Ethan could see her arms moving closer together with each short yelp.
The sadist in him completely won out. Ethan stepped back to the table for his rubber flogger, and quickly returned to Sam and began flogging her breasts without mercy. He wanted to take her so much farther than she thought she could handle, wanted to see her fight to take it, wanted to hear her screams. He knew she couldn’t take much more without using words, so he gave her permission.
“Go ahead Darlin’, call me a fucking bastard if you want. Use your words, any words you desire. There’s only two forbidden words. Do you know what they are?”
“Yes, Master! God, it’s too much, please have mercy!”
Ethan flogged harder and watched her breasts move in waves with each strike as Samantha begged him to stop.
“Tell me what hurts. Tell me what you’ll do to make it stop.”
“Everything hurts! I’ll do anyth—”
She cut herself off as her rational lawyer-brain made an appearance and stopped her from promising she’d do anything to make the pain stop.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he stopped flogging her to pull it out and turn it off before it moved from vibration to annoying alarm. Her forty-five minutes were up, but Ethan discovered he wasn’t even close to being finished. Lucky for him, he only said she came off the horse when time was up, he didn’t say the scene was over.
Instead of lowering the device, he removed the spreader bar so she could pull her legs together and go on tiptoe easier to relieve the pressure. Her calves were probably on fire, but she could last long enough for him to reposition her.
Master James had left the rope hanging beside her when he disconnected her arms, and Ethan bent to secure it to her left ankle cuff.
“You’re going to do the splits, Darlin’. Don’t fight me,” he warned.
Master James had Ethan stop a second, and he put Sam’s hair into a ponytail. When it was out of the way he stepped back and worked the winch as Ethan supported her body, leaning her forward as her left foot was lifted into the air behind her. He motioned for Master James to stop before her leg was completely perpendicular, as he had a feeling her muscles might not stretch as far as normal after riding the horse. Her leg was high enough in the air for his needs, though — her crotch was wide open and not touching anything, and her body was leaned forward.
Ethan moved the horse a few feet away before stepping in front of her face, unzipping his pants, and pulling his cock out. “This is me being nice, my beautiful wife. Isn’t a blow-job preferable to an ass-reaming right now?”
She nodded, but Ethan suddenly wanted to hear her voice. “You have permission to answer questions verbally.”
“Yes, Master.” She spoke so soft when she was this far into her headspace. Such a different woman than the one he sometimes watched tear people apart in the courtroom, or fight in the dojo. He loved both sides of his wife, and knew she’d never be able to take what he put her through if she wasn’t so strong.
And he needed her to be strong when he reached this point. He needed to cram his cock down her throat, needed to own her, subjugate her, and prove to both of them how much she belonged to him, how far his possession went. She was here to assuage his hunger right now, and while the nurturing part of his psyche sat in the background and made sure he didn’t inflict damage, the sadist was in control at the moment.
His hands were huge compared to the size of her head. Each palm centered on her temple as his fingers curled around her skull and he pulled her mouth onto his cock.
She gagged and wretched as he forced his way into her throat and held a few seconds before moving her head up and down as he would a masturbation tool. She wasn’t giving him a blowjob, he was face-fucking her. Sam had no control over depth, speed, or even how much time she had to breathe.
Ethan heard a yelp and glanced to the side to see Tyler fucking Viv’s ass. He looked towards Master James and saw him still fully dressed and flogging Kirsten’s spread open pussy. Ethan focused back on his own cock and moved Sam’s head faster, up and down his dick until he was close to blowing, but he wasn’t ready to go quite yet so he slowed the tempo a few minutes and pulled out of her mouth.
Tears streamed from her eyes and a glob of saliva fell to the floor as he stepped back. He patted her cheek and walked behind her to take a look at her pussy.
The entire area was deep red, and when he pushed the lips away from her clit she yelped and tried to jump away with the single foot on the ground, only to scoot it back into position when she realized she needed it for stability.
Ethan stuck his finger in his mouth and poked it into her pussy enough to pry it open and get a better look. One of her lips showed signs of deep bruising, and there was a tiny split in the skin between her asshole and pussy. It wasn’t bleeding, but there was a touch of blood below the surface of the skin. The cruel sadist in him wanted to grab the coconut oil and fuck her good, but he knew she couldn’t handle it right now, plus he’d promised he wouldn’t today. He stepped back to her head and rammed his cock back into her mouth.
“Show me how much you want me in your mouth and not your pussy, Darlin’.”
Her head moved up and down on his cock, and her tongue swirled around the tip each time she made it
to the top. He watched the muscles in her back ripple as she worked him, until he couldn’t take it anymore and once again grasped her head, but this time he held her still and used his hips to fuck her mouth and throat. He went into her throat and held a few times, depriving her of oxygen until she panicked. When he finally allowed his own release, he started in her mouth and then stepped back and came all over her face and hair, ordering her to stick her tongue out so he could finish on it.
He wiped the cum from her eye and put it on her tongue before stepping back to say, “That’s the way a well fucked sex-toy should look. Stay just like that, with your mouth open and tongue out.”
He went to his bag and retrieved the coconut oil and arnica extract concoction he’d made. The formula he used on her after impact play had wintergreen and a few pain relieving ingredients, but he couldn’t use those on the more sensitive skin of her pussy, clit hood, and asshole, so this would have to do.
He started on her thighs and gently made his way towards her pussy. He knew the area hurt, but the sooner he got this on her the more good it would do.
* * * *
When Ethan finally let Sam down, cleaned her face, and released her arms, she was so tired, and hurt so bad. He didn’t try to carry her, but helped her walk to the padded bondage table and let her use him for leverage as she put one butt-cheek on it and then fell over sideways with her knees pulled to her chest. Master James handed him a soft cold-pack, and Ethan touched it to Sam’s hand. “Do you want to try this?”
She looked at the cold pack, and then up to him. “Rules are relaxed, Darlin’. Use respect, but you have your speech back whether I’ve asked a question or not.”
“Thank you, Master.” She took the cold pack, tested it between her legs, and then groaned in bliss as the cold relieved some of the fire.
“Were you thanking me for returning your speech, or for the cold pack?”
“Both, Sir.”
He kissed her forehead and pulled a blanket over her feet. “If you get chilled, pull the blanket up. I’m going to help put things away and I’ll be back. Do you need anything?”
She shook her head and heard him move away. A hand touched her shoulder and she turned her head to see Viv.
“The horse is hateful. Nothing is going to make it stop hurting for a while, but you’ve found the best position. I have some watermelon in the fridge down here, do you want some?”
Sam licked her lips and said, “Yes, please, but are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m better than okay.” Her smile backed up her words, but then she frowned and looked towards the corner. “Master James put Kirsten in the cage, so I don’t think he’s finished with her yet. I wish I could do something for her, but Tyler said I could only interact with you.”
Viv slid off the bondage table, went to the fridge, and returned with a bowl of cubed watermelon pieces. She settled the bowl so they could both reach it, and Sam propped her head on her left arm and used her right to put one of the blood-red squares in her mouth. Her shoulders and chest were stiff, but this position worked okay. She didn’t look forward to regular sessions with the armbinder, but anticipated one day being able to go into it and have her arms touch in the back, so she could give him what he wanted.
The cold woke her a little, and the sweetness made her want to close her eyes and just experience it. When she’d swallowed, she opened her eyes and looked at Viv.
“Wow, that is so good.” She focused on the room around her and tried to come out of her fog a little more.
She saw the cattle prod and shivered. “Can you believe they threatened our clits with that thing?”
Viv followed her eyes and shook her head. “It’s been modified, but it still hurts like hell.” She shrugged. “Something about amps versus volts or, I dunno. I think it hurts as bad as a regular one, but it’s not supposed to cause nerve damage.”
Sam kept looking around the room and her eyes landed on the pony.
“How often does Tyler put you on that horrible thing?” Sam asked.
Viv shook her head. “Not more than two or three times a year, thank goodness. It’s horrible, and I’d love to see it thrown into a huge bonfire but with my luck he’d only build another, even more cruel.”
Sam looked past Viv and saw the men putting away floggers and wiping down the equipment. “Ethan told me he wanted to see how I handled it. I think he’s going to build one, but use it primarily for discipline.”
Viv shuddered. “Well, my guess is if he does, you’ll rarely need to be disciplined. Like, ever. Shit.”
“What’s the longest Tyler’s kept you on it?”
Viv’s face looked pained. “Four fucking hours.”
“What did you do?”
Viv shook her head. “It wasn’t for punishment, just a scene. I’m rarely on it more than about an hour and a half, but he told me two weeks ahead of time that I’d be on it four hours, even marked it on the damned calendar. By the time the day came I was a wreck, worrying about it.” She closed her eyes a second. “The reality was so much worse than I’d envisioned. He put a clock up so I could watch the time crawl — an old-fashioned school clock, complete with a fucking second hand. Somewhere around two and a half hours I was offering to get rid of specific hard limits if he’d cut the time short.”
“Did he?”
Viv shook her head. “No, my hard limits are mostly stuff he isn’t interested in, but there’s one I thought might sway him, and I was desperate.”
The three men walked back to them, and Ethan said, “On your back and spread your legs, Samantha. Master James wants to check you.”
Sam didn’t want to spread her legs for Master James, but she knew she was in no shape to accept a punishment so she rolled to her back and closed her eyes as she let her legs fall apart.
Ethan let her keep her eyes closed and her face sideways as he and Master James once again discussed her as if she weren’t present. She bit her tongue and tried to keep quiet as they pushed her lips to the side to get a good look at the entire area.
“See this section?” Master James asked as he pushed her labia out of the way and leaned down for a closer look. “You’ll want to make sure it’s healed before you use her too much, as you don’t want to risk it splitting more.”
He stood and turned to Ethan. “The board she was on is natural, untreated wood. I can give you the name of a local sawmill to buy your lumber, as the chemicals used in the pressure-treating process weren’t designed to come into contact with human flesh.”
Master James leaned over her again, and a finger touched her pussy lips and gently manipulated them once again. “She’s going to have some deep bruising, and will feel it intensely for days, possibly a week.”
The lips around her clit were delicately pulled open again, and a finger shifted her clit right and then left. Sam gasped and yelped as he slid the clit hood up to bare her clit, and wished he’d let it go as he spoke. “Tyler chose the triangular piece for Viv, but Sam’s genitals might be better suited for a wider surface, especially as your goal is to keep her on it longer. I’ll send you a couple of designs so you can decide which will work best for your purposes.” He finally released her clit hood, and reached down to spread her ass cheeks. He asked for some lube, and gently pressed a finger into her and opened her, his face mere inches away as he inspected her most private parts.
“If you want to be ultra sadistic, you can buy some fresh ginger and fig her in the next day or two. Won’t cause any damage, and will actually increase the blood flow and help with the healing.” He gave a sadistic laugh. “Of course, she won’t be a fan of the process.”
Chapter Four
Sam awoke the next morning feeling as if she’d been in a title fight. Her entire body hurt, and the bruising and tenderness in her crotch had her wanting to just take some pain pills and sleep for the day.
Ethan brought her breakfast in bed — blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs with cheese, hash browns, and what seemed like a pound of bac
on, which she pounced on.
“Tara will be here in two hours,” he reminded her.
“Shit. There’s no way I can show her any kind of self-defense today.”
Ethan tilted his head. “You had a note on the calendar about her coming over, but you didn’t put anything in about teaching her to defend herself.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “I told you she wanted some pointers. Kirsten let me know it might be a good idea to teach her, and Tara said she doesn’t have the problems now she did, but sometimes people still get aggressive with her.”
“You may have said something about it, but I didn’t put it together with the reason for her coming over.” He sighed. “Shouldn’t be a problem though, we’ll just let her know you’re not up to par and I’m going to be doing the demonstrating while you do the teaching part.”
Sam took another bite as she considered. “I think she’s expecting you to have a problem with her.”
Ethan smoothed a stray lock of hair away from Sam’s eyes. “Nothing I can do about her expectations, Darlin’, but I promise I’ll behave.” He kissed her forehead. “If there’s a problem it’ll be her baggage, not mine.”
“Okay, but won’t it be better if I’m the one teaching, so I can…I don’t know, give the two of you more distance?”
“I don’t think so. I’ll treat her as I would any other Domme asking me to teach them something. I’ll show respect without submitting or dominating, and teach as I’d want to be taught.”
* * * *
Sam wore yoga pants, a sports bra, and a loose t-shirt, and took in Tara’s form fitting jeans and tight baby-doll tee when she let her in the door.
Tara looked Sam over from head to toe and said, “I thought about wearing something like that, but more often than not I’m in tighter clothes, and I should learn how to defend myself when dressed like this.”
Ethan stepped into the foyer and Sam introduced them. Tara’s face lit with obvious appreciation as she eyed Ethan from head to toe. “My, my, my. Such a fine specimen.” She looked at Sam. “You said it took a long time to find someone you could submit to?” Her gaze trailed back to Ethan. “I’d have to say the wait was well worth it.”
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