"Yes, mentor."
"You have unclean thoughts, don't you Meghan?"
"Yes, mentor." My voice wavered, trembling with anticipation.
He eased me forward, placing me directly in front of the device. He moved to my right, undid the lock, and flipped up the top. He untied my wrists.
"I think you know what to do," he said.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
I leaned forward, putting my wrists in the two holes on either side of me. The nipples of my naked breasts touched the old splintery wood before I moved my neck into position, sending electric shivers all through me.
Tristan eased the top back down and locked it. I was pinned in place.
I shook a bit, testing the strength of the stockade. Very well made. I wasn't going anywhere.
My feet were on the floor and my back was arched with my ass up in the air. I didn't have much of a choice. This is the position I'm going to be in until somebody lets me out of this. Or I die. I heard the theme to Criminal Minds play in my head somewhere but I told it to be quiet.
I saw him move in front of me. His expensive shoes glistened, even in the dim light of this room.
"Now you get your first reward," he said.
Reward. I love the sound of that word. He moved down to my right ear and whispered.
"Would you like to see my cock?" he said.
"Yes, mentor," I said, trying to tamp down my sheer delight at the question.
He reached down and slowly undid his zipper. He unlatched his belt and down went his pants. Out flopped the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
God, yes! I almost believed that I had the strength to bust out of this machine and devour it. It was glorious.
Jake's was average size and curved a bit. I had no complaints, though. It always got me to orgasm very nicely.
But this... this!... was a work of art. At least seven inches. Maybe eight. Perfectly straight. And hard. He was obviously excited.
I saw it moving toward me. God yes, please go in my mouth!
But he veered right into nothingness. Then laughed.
"You're such a cockhound, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"Tell me how much you love cock."
"I love cock, mentor."
"Go on... get descriptive, Little Miss Meteorologist. Flex those Composition 101 brain muscles."
"I love everything about cock, mentor. I love its shape. I love balls. I love having it inside me."
"Unacceptable. Your grade is D. Try again."
"I love its taste. I love its manly musky smell. I love it when it's in my mouth pounding my throat. I love the feeling I get when he gags me with it and I can't get my breath. Then he grabs my hair and holds my head there, cutting off my air supply for a few seconds."
"Why do you like that?"
"Because he's in control. He knows he can suffocate me. I like the power he has over me. Then I like it when he uses my head as a masturbation device. I like it when he grabs my hair and moves me back and forth, not caring about whether or not I can even breathe as he fucks my face."
"Go on."
"I love the nasty salty taste of cum. When it explodes in my mouth I can almost orgasm myself. I could drink a bottle of the stuff, all hot and with that pure taste of man. I like to swish it around my teeth, grinding the viscous bits and swirling it around. I like to fully taste it before swallowing it."
"Good. Very good. Your grade is improving. You're at a B minus now."
He moved his erection toward me again. My mouth opened involuntarily. Oh, if I could only have this beast right now in my throat! But he veered off to the side again.
"Continue," he said. "You haven't earned an A yet. You may only have my cock in your mouth when you get an A."
"I love getting fucked by cock. I love it in my pussy. I like it when a guy rams me like I'm a receptacle for his pleasure. I lose control when I see that he doesn't give a shit about making me cum. I look down and I see his rod pounding in and out of me with relentless abandon. I know I'm nothing but a pleasure toy for him, nothing but a big sleeve to please his monster. And I love it. I love that. I love being used as a tool. It makes me feel free."
"Free," he said. "As in freedom."
"Yes!" I said with a grunt. "Pure freedom."
"A very good word. You have earned your first reward, my little tool."
Oh God, did he just call me a tool? Do that again, please!
He moved toward me. I was in a state I had never felt before. It was like a heightened sense of awareness, like I was in touch with the spirit world. Time didn't exist. I felt pure love washing all around me.
Now his missile was headed directly toward my mouth. I opened wide, as if to extend the greatest invitation ever.
And I got my reward. This blessed shaft was in my mouth. All the way fucking in. He didn't go slow, either. With a brutal thrust that knocked the air out of me, his head was jammed in the back of my throat. Then he held it there.
Fuck! Fuck! Sweet heaven, yes!
I swirled my tongue stud all around the hot meat, closing my lips tight around him. I began to suck, but as fast as he entered he was gone.
What the fuck? Get the fuck back in there!
Then I saw it receding from me, and I saw him zipping up his pants.
No, no, no! Don't do that! Please no! Fuck my face, you fucking demented sadistic bastard!
But it was gone. Back in his pants. He even made a small display of pulling his shirt down over his sealed trousers, fully denying me the treat I craved. Then he walked out of my field of vision.
I heard something open. It sounded like a wooden box. Then I felt the warmth of his body as he came closer to my face again.
Good, we're heading in the right direction now.
There was his pants-covered crotch in my face again. My mouth opened again.
But instead, he went down on his haunches and his eyes were looking directly into mine, our noses almost touching.
He smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile, either. He looked cruel and dark, each side of his face a different color from the lights. He put both hands over my ears and kissed me firmly on the lips. Before I had a chance to dart my tongue in his mouth, he pulled back.
I felt something being inserted in my ears. Foamy and expanding. Earplugs! He's putting earplugs in my ears. They made loud little stretchy noises as they expanded into my ear canals.
"Can you hear me?" he said, but he sounded like he was in a basement about a mile from here.
"Sort of, mentor," I said.
Then he disappeared out of my view and came back with the blindfold. Back on it went. I plunged into darkness.
Then I felt something else go over my ears. Not sure what. Headphones maybe?
Whatever it was, all sound was gone.
A stab of fear hit me. I couldn't hear. I couldn't see. I'm locked in a stockade device. The reality of the danger I was in truly hit me.
The word "folly" danced across my lips. All I needed to do was say it. Say it and I'm free. But wait, I do trust him. he wouldn't hurt me. Would he?
Would he?
Should I say it? Is this too much? Am I giving up too much control?
Part of me shouted Say it Meghan! You're putting your life at risk here in the hands of a man who could easily kill you right now.
But another part of me said This is so good! Don't spoil it now. This is the ecstasy you've sought for so long. Don't allow yourself to miss out on this!
Maybe I should just play it out for a few moments. Let's just see what happens. After all, I can breathe. I'm not too uncomfortable. Let's just give it a few minutes, Meghan.
After what felt like fifteen minutes, I decided to speak.
"Mentor," I said.
I heard nothing. My voice sounded like it was in a different galaxy, transmitted only through my bones to my eardrum. What the fuck is this thing on my head? I tried shaking my head but that just made my neck scrape the old wood of the stoc
kade. Didn't want a large splinter in an artery. That wouldn't be good.
So I stayed still.
Not that I had a choice.
Then, a few minutes later, I tried again.
"Mentor," I said.
Nothing.
Shit, how much longer is this going to go on? I'm not sure if I like this.
Then I leap up into the air. Something has grabbed hold of my thighs and there is a powerful sensation between my legs.
I gasp.
Soon I realize he is sucking my pussy lips, darting his tongue over my clit.
I let out a grunt. At least I think I do, I'm not sure.
He grabs me tighter and licks me harder. I feel an orgasm building.
Then, as quickly as he grabbed me he is gone. I swish my ass around a bit as if to find him but I can't. He's definitely gone.
Did he leave the room? How could I even tell if he did?
Whatever he had been doing, it was fucking amazing. My cunt was ready to explode at the slightest touch anyway, but he deftly kept me from blowing and teased me. Fucker knows what he's doing.
I want that back. I want more of that. Get back in there!
I grunted again.
"Mentor!" I said.
Nothing.
Okay, Meghan, just relax and ride it out. He'll be back.
But he wasn't back for a very long time. I'm not sure how long but I swear it was a full hour. What kept me going was the memory of the pure bliss I had been jolted into by his tongue.
I stayed aroused. I couldn't help myself. Being utterly removed from the world was more intoxicating that I could ever imagine it to be.
Although I knew where I was, I felt like I was floating in deep space. Unable to move, unable to hear, unable to see. Waiting for the next lick to my pussy.
Then it came.
I'm not sure when or how long I had been plunged into the timeless abyss, but he was back gripping my thighs hard and licking my pussy.
I tried pushing myself into his face. I needed to come. I so wanted to come. His tongue danced inside me like a little ballerina, performing twirls and landings all around my clit. I was at the edge again.
And he was gone again.
I screamed but it was no use. I plunged back into nothingness again, my body convulsing with pent-up desire and frustration.
Then I remembered that I couldn't hear him. How can I come if I don't hear him tell me to come? Shit, I hadn't thought of that. He can ride my snatch with his face all he wants but I can't get the command unless I can hear him.
Should I just shout "folly"? If I do, he'll free me and I can run out of here and get release.
But no, then I'll miss out on this. And I do love this sense of helplessness. I love the fact I'm at his mercy. All those thoughts about putting myself in a dangerous situation only made it more intense. If I wasn't in an actually dangerous situation, then the experience wouldn't have its power.
I decided to stay and wait for him.
Oh, fuck, how much longer? Eons seemed to drift by.
Seriously, Meghan, how much time do you think it's been? It has to be two hours since he was here last. What the fuck?
I tried counting time for a while. One, two, three, four... I said in my head trying to space the numbers apart at exact one-second intervals.
But I kept losing my place. And I kept speeding up and slowing down. Time didn't seem to have any meaning anymore.
Then my body shakes as I feel a new sensation. I shiver all over.
It's something soft dancing on my back, moving all around me. Soft with strands. It moves from side to side, all around my middle and down to my ass.
A leather tassel. It must be one of those leather BDSM tassel things. I saw some for sale in the adult store. Shit, what do they call them? There's a specific name for them but I can't think of it right now.
Whack! I feel across my ass.
I almost leap through the roof. The tassel dances around me some more then...
Whack! Another one across my ass.
I groan involuntarily. This is so good. So fucking good.
What the fuck? I've never been into the pain thing. I even said no heavy pain. That's not me. But I guess I didn't say anything about tassels or whatever the fuck they're called, right? And I wouldn't call it heavy pain. Just sharp.
Whack! again across my ass.
Yes! I almost came that time.
Fuck, why? Why do I like that so much?
Who gives a shit? I need it again! Whack me again, you barbarous savage!
Whack! like he heard me.
I must be getting long thin lines on my butt. The very thought makes me tingle with delight.
Whack! again.
I'm on the edge of coming. It's like every whack creates a direct line of energy to my clit. What the fuck?
Whack!
I scream.
"Tell me to come, mentor!" I say.
Whack!
"Mentor! Please tell me to come!"
I'm made of pure fire now. My unreleased orgasm is trying to get out from the skin on my back, from my elbows, from my fingernails, from my ankles. It swims all around inside me like a tiny demon beast trying to get out.
Whack!
I'm thrashing all around now like a wild animal. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Then, in a flash, whatever was on my head is gone. I feel the earplugs taken out. The room sounds oddly loud even though there is no sound.
Then I feel something pressed hard up against my face. I recognize its swarthy manly smell. It's his erect cock. He just holds it there, flattening my nose with its massiveness, the base at my mouth and the tip over my forehead.
We just stay like that for a few seconds. Then I feel the tassel dancing around my shoulders and my back. lightly flopping around.
Whack! on my back as his cock flattens my face. I shudder.
I stick my tongue out and try to lick it but he's gone again.
Whack! to my ass again.
Ooooh, so close that time. I'm almost there.
"Are you ready to come for me, my slut?"
Such sweeter words were never spoken.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
Whack! to my ass. Pure delight.
"Come for me now," he said.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I explode in a joyous spiral of spasmic rapture. Each time with this man I seem to reach heights higher than the last. This one is like seeing God.
Then, I feel his face back slurping around my pussy. His tongue does its waltz across the head of my clit again.
And I come again.
This one makes me scream, a guttural scream from some leftover primal part of me. My body contracts and expands in delight.
"Thank me for your orgasm," he says.
"Thank you, mentor," I say.
"Very good," he says. "You are earning your rewards nicely."
Reward. I love that word. What is the next reward? I want it to be his cum. I want to drink his cum. Is that it? I so hope that's it.
"Your reward is that I will allow you to orgasm this week. If you're masturbating or even if you're with someone, you may call me and ask permission to come. I will grant it but only if you call and ask permission."
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"And you don't have to wear the Bluetooth earpiece all the time. If I have special instructions for you, I will call."
Shit. That's not the reward I was hoping for. But at least I'll be able to avoid the frustration that built up in me the previous week.
I felt the latch being undone. He took my right hand and eased my arm out of its prison. I moved my head up. My shoulders were stiff.
"How long was I here, mentor?" I said.
"How long did it feel?" he said.
"The last time you didn't touch me felt like it was about... an hour, mentor?" I said.
He laughed. I heard the top of the stockade fall back into place.
"The longest time was ten min
utes," he said. "It's only three-thirty right now. We've only been in this room less than an hour."
Really? No fucking way.
He grabbed my arms and bound my wrists again. Then there was an odd hesitation. I sensed he was deciding something.
Then he grabbed my wrists and pulled me into him. His hot breath flowed into my left ear.
"You're a very good girl," he said in a whisper.
I melted back into him, but with brutal force he pushed me away and led me back toward the door.
I heard the heavy lock again and the sound of the metal door opening. He led me back along the same labyrinthine trail up and down stairs. Concrete became carpet then hardwood again. We stopped. The blindfold fell off.
I stood in front of a door. I recognized it. I was in the office with the big glass table where I presented him with the butt plug and had my anal orgasm. I was facing the door to the same bathroom.
He undid my wrists. We must have passed through the lounge where I had left my clothes because he had them with us and handed them to me. I took them.
"Shower up and meet me in the lounge," he said with a smile. Mr. Congenial.
I opened the door and went into the bathroom. There were the towels, soap, shampoo, and conditioner all laid out like before.
He walked off and I closed the door behind me. I fell to the floor, exhausted.
After a few minutes of just feeling the big white fuzzy round rug under me, I got myself up and stood in front of the full length mirror.
A spent girl looked back at me. But a happy one.
I turned around and saw the thin lines I knew would be there. They were all along my back and all over my ass. God, I had actually been whipped!
I got in the shower.
Chapter 4
"So how did you feel about that session?" he said.
We were back in the lounge and I was fully dressed. It was getting dark outside. The ocean had turned a steel gray. Dark clouds had replaced the blue sky from earlier.
"Um... good, mentor," I said.
"It's Tristan when we're not in session."
"Um... that feels strange, mentor."
He looked at me with a commanding stare.
"Okay, Tristan," I said.
God, this is weird.
He made some notes, smiling to himself several times. What the fuck is he smiling about?
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