Captain, My Captain

by Maddie Taylor

  With his sub secured to allow little movement, he slid a warm hand up the back of one leg, moving between her legs to the top of her thigh. He could feel the heat from her pussy and in this position, her folds were spread wide so that he could see her swollen clit and the cream that was sliding down to coat her little swollen bundle of nerves. He then began to warm her up with a hand spanking. She moaned as the swats made her aroused pussy tingle and the butt plug in her ass wiggle. Her large breasts swung back and forth with each swat, the chain swinging, pulling achingly on her clamped nipples. All the sensations triggered a heated response and Megan began to moan, loudly. Tony groaned. He didn’t know how much longer he could last before taking her.

  He gently pulled the plug from her ass. “I think you’ve had enough of this for now, my love.”

  Megan felt a firm, but steady tug and then a pop as her stretched ass gave up the plug. “Oh, Master. I need to come.”

  “No talking, wench. You will be silent except to give your safewords or to answer me. Your sexy groans and moans of course are permitted, but no coming yet, wench. Don’t you do it. You will wait for permission.

  He rubbed her ass and gave her a few minutes to cool down. Then he used the mini-flogger on her already pink cheeks. Starting in with a slow motion, he let the thongs land repeatedly on one plump cheek with a gentle drop of his arm. Over and over, building a rhythm, stroke after stroke. He stepped to the side and continued the same motion, flailing the other cheek for several minutes before moving on. An expert flogger, Tony knew the trick was to concentrate on the same spot, until the repetitive strokes caused a buildup and release of endorphins. If done correctly, it could make the sub fly, often putting them into what was known as subspace.

  “How does that feel?”

  Her response was a long steady moan. He stopped and placed are hand on her warm, reddened ass.

  “Are you with me, Megan? Give me a color,” he commanded sharply.

  She felt like she was floating, but roused enough to respond.

  “Green Master, it feels wonderful, just a hint of a sting. It feels like a deep but sensual erotic massage.” She groaned louder.

  “Excellent.” He prepared to continue.

  “Please, Master. May I come?”

  “No, wench. You will await my command. Now, silence. I haven’t given you permission to speak and won’t warn you again.” She just couldn’t keep herself from talking.

  He continued with the flails moving down to her inner thighs, striking a little harder, pulling back on the falls at the end of the stroke to produce a bit more of a sting than a thud on her tender flesh. He owed her a bit of punishment for being so chatty after all. He concentrated his efforts on one thigh before moving to the other. By then, when she was panting and groaning and twitching before him, he gently stroked the thongs directly between her legs, aiming the thongs so they delivered a light slap directly on her exposed pussy and clit. She screamed in ecstasy.

  “Please, Master. You are going to make me come. Pleeeeaaseee, I want to please you but you’re making me come…..”

  He gave her one more sensual slap against her pussy, then dropped the flogger. He pinched her clit sharply and listened to her groan. He held the little bundle of nerves tightly, allowing her to back down from her impending orgasm.

  “We have a little matter of your punishment for unacceptable language first, naughty girl. You were to receive ten with the paddle before we proceed with the pleasure. Don’t get used to pleasure after a punishment, Megan, I don’t plan to continue to reward you after being disobedient. It sets a bad precedence, understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” She gasped, panting and shivering in her excitement.

  “I am also going to add five strokes for being a naughty wench who can’t stay quiet when her Lord and Master commands it. I will forbid you an orgasm if I hear another word from the beautiful lips without permission. I will count.”

  Tony proceeded to blister her quivering backside with a round of firm spanks with a leather paddle that he pulled from a hidden desk drawer. He knew Megan was at the end of her control and made the strokes stinging and rapid. His control was slipping fast as well. He wanted to take her luscious ass.

  After he called the fifteenth stroke, he dropped the paddle on the floor with a thud. He again tore open his suede breeches and removed his aching cock. He slid a tube of lubricant from his pocket and squirted a generous amount onto her pucker.

  “It’s time I claim all of you as mine, wench. I am going to take your virgin ass now so that you will always remember who you belong to.”

  “Yes, Master. Fuck my ass. Make me yours. I want to belong to you totally.”

  He coated his cock with lube and then moved in to position, his head sliding against her pink little star spreading the lube.

  “Fuck, baby! I’m not going to be able to last long. Stay very still for me, relax and let me inside.”

  He pressed steadily against her and her tight hole, loosened by wearing the plug for several hours, let him right in. His large cock head slipped inside and he almost came at the erotic sight before him.

  “God, Megan. You are so hot and tight. Now, bear down a bit and breathe. Let me in.”

  Slowly he sank into her. Inch by inch, her dark passage took all of him until he was seated fully. His lower abdomen pressing against the heat of her freshly spanked ass. He knew he wasn’t going to last. He could feel his balls tightening already. He slipped out leaving just the head inside her. Fuck that was sooo hot! Then he slid back in. He pumped his hips slowly, giving her long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out then gliding back inside, his hips connecting with her ass and thighs.

  Megan felt full and stretched beyond her limits. As he pumped inside her, the rocking motion caused her tits to sway inside the trap door, the chain clinked against the wood, pulling and tugging her nipples as they wiggled and jiggled in response. Barely mindful of her injured hands, she grabbed the chain holding her cuffs so she wouldn’t pull against them, but she needed something to hold to as she was fucked as never before. She was alive with sensation. Her spread pussy ached where it was slapped on each plunge by his balls, tapping against her clit with each thrust.

  “Master! Please!” She screamed. “I can’t…..”

  One deeper slide. “Impudent wench, you spoke again without permission. I shouldn’t let you come at all. You’re ready for me to coat your tight ass with my hot cum, aren’t you? Let me feel that tight ass squeeze my cock hard, then. Come, baby. Come hard for your Lord and Master.”

  God that voice. When he said all those naughty things to her in that deep sexy voice, he made her lose control. Once, twice more he pumped into her, harder and faster, then he felt her muscles clench around him as they both climaxed together.

  He lay across her back and his teeth closed around her soft shoulder.

  “Fuck, Megan!” he cried in her ear. Lodged deep inside her ass, his dick released a hot stream of cum into her channel. As he came, he gave her little pumps of his hips, afraid to pull out with her muscles clenched so tightly and risk hurting her or himself for that matter. After several long minutes, he felt her start to come down and relax her muscles. He pulled back slightly, halfway, only to return in a slow wet glide, his path made easier by all the cum lubricating her now relaxed channel. His erection was still full as he stood, easing the weight from her back. He pumped gently in an out of her, caressing her back and hips, rubbing her rosy ass where his hand and the mini-flogger had done their best work.

  “Captain, can you take off the nipple clamps. They’re about a seven now that I came.”

  “Certainly, baby.” Without leaving her body, he used the quick release on her wrist cuffs and slipping a muscular forearm across her chest, pulled her up off the desk before him. His hips held hers securely, his hard cock still wedged deeply inside her. He supported her with one arm and expertly readied to release the clamp with one hand.

  “These may hurt some when they
come off. Just breathe,” he warned.

  He released one, then messaged her tender nipple as she groaned. “Ooooo, it hurts, Master.”

  “I know baby, but just for a minute.” He massaged for a few more seconds then released the other aching nipple.

  “The blood coming back into them hurts for a bit.”

  He pulled her up to a half standing positioning and cupped both of her breasts, massaging and caressing her tender flesh. Her hands rose to cover the backs of his and pressed him more firmly against her tits.

  “Hurts so good, Master.”

  Exhausted, she leaned her back against his chest and he slowly lowered her flat on her feet, legs still spread wide by the ankle cuffs. The disparity in their heights made him pull out of her ass slowly so as not to hurt her. She whimpered as she felt him leave her. He thought with satisfaction, my baby likes her ass filled. His hands moved and he rubbed her arms.

  “How are your hands, baby? Any numbness or tingling?”

  “They’re good, Captain. So am I. Thank you for bringing my fantasy to life.”

  “My pleasure, Angel. You know, this is one of my favorites, too. The only thing missing was a little touch of the cane.”

  “Master? Really?”

  “Yeah, baby. But not every fantasy needs to be reality. Some are best left to our dreams.”

  “But I want your dream to come true one day, my Captain. So, I guess we’ll have to do it again.”

  He hugged her tight. “Lord, Megan, you spoil me.”

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Regan sat where Rick had left her, alone on one of the plush couches, one of the many seating areas scattered throughout the public play room. Each gave club members comfortable viewing areas of the many play stations set up around the perimeter of the public playroom. It satisfied the voyeuristic and exhibitionist tendencies common among BDSM practitioners but also allowed the scene participants enough personal space to play. Nothing was off limits as long as it was sane, safe and consensual. Regan’s couch was placed before the St. Andrew’s cross where Lil T was using an elk flogger expertly flailing his sub’s back and ass. The redhead who had the pleasure of playing with Master T tonight was moaning and sighing in ecstasy with each thuddy lash. T had her soaring in subspace. Lucky girl.

  None of this captured Regan’s interest however. Her gaze was fixed on her husband as he stood in a dark corner, having what looked like an intimate conversation with a stunning blonde. She bobbed back and forth trying to see around the others standing behind the roped off stations and at times blocking her view. The sub that appeared to have Rick’s utmost attention was unfamiliar and she assumed she must be a new member. Younger than Regan, she appeared to be in her early to mid-twenties. She looked a lot like her sister, Megan, big boobs, curvy figure, except she was tall - at least six feet with heels on. She was an Amazon! Rick was able to stand up straight and look her in the eye while talking to her. He probably got a crick in his neck when he talked to his petite little wife.

  Regan looked away when he placed his big, strong hand on her upper arm and smiled at something she said. Jealousy and inferiority swept through her in waves. Staring down at her hands, tightly clasped in her lap, she wondered what her gorgeous master saw in his scrawny little wife. He could have anyone, and had had in the past, being very popular with the subs before they had gotten together. How could he find her short, little boney body attractive compared to the big boobed Amazon, anyway? And now with the news from her doctor today, she felt even worse. She wiped a tear that escaped from her eye.

  “Why the tears little Regan?” She looked up and found Master Peter standing over her as he posed the question, seeing her obvious distress.

  “Oh, it’s nothing really, Master Peter. I was just thinking about Master Dex and Rose and feeling sad for them.”

  “Hmm. Are you sure it doesn’t have anything to do with the blonde your master has cornered by the chain station?”

  Her eyes flew up to his. “No sir. I trust my Master explicitly.” She meant the words sincerely, but there was that nagging voice inside her head that pulled at her feelings of insecurity. Master Peter’s experienced eyes searched for the truth behind her lie.

  “Trust me, my dear. You need to have an honest conversation with your man and right soon.” He looked at her and the implied command behind his statement seared through her submissive mind. Master Peter was an older man with vast authority and experience. A career army officer, he had risen quickly to the rank of general. She had the opportunity to meet him many times while Rick was still on active duty. They were all pleasantly surprised when the mentor and longtime friend had transferred to the San Antonio area. He had been one of the charter members of the club and was in fact a silent partner, a fact that Regan had discovered when she had been helping at the club one day and overheard a conversation between the owners. Rick had sworn her to secrecy by threat of a severe paddling. It wouldn’t do for an active duty general to be linked to a bondage club.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by a strong hand grasping her wrist and pulling her up from the cushions. Rick promptly took her seat and pulled her down onto his lap, snuggling his wife tightly in his arms.

  “Why so serious, you two?”

  Regan shook her head and rapidly blinked her eyes to rid them of tears, then looked at Master Peter. What would he say? These Dom’s really stuck together.

  “Just having a philosophical discussion with your beautiful wife, Rick. Along the lines of how important communication and honesty are in any D/s relationship.” He reached over and patted her hand. “Find me again sometime and we’ll finish our conversation, my dear.” He stood then, an imposing figure in his continental officer’s uniform. George Washington?

  “Forgive me, I see that my inexcusably tardy little wife has finally arrived. Rick, I’ll see you in a bit at the owners meeting.”

  They watched as he approached the curvaceous, middle-aged woman, who as a stunning redhead was still a head-turner although in her mid-fifties and a grandmother. She matched his costume, dressed as Martha Washington. Definitely believable. Both were the unofficial patriarch and matriarch in their community. Regan smiled faintly after them, doubtful her own marriage could stand the test of time. Did she even have the right to ask it of her wonderful husband?

  She let out a barely audible sign. Attuned to every nuance of his submissive, Rick turned her face up to his and searched her eyes.

  “What was that all about? Is something bothering you, Regan?”

  “No, Master. It’s nothing, just a little PMS.”

  Rick frowned at her answer. Regan was rarely affected by hormonal mood swings, thank god. He noticed she had been rather quiet today and over the past few weeks. He had chalked it up to worry for her sister and the added stress of helping in Megan’s bakery while she was recovering. She wouldn’t meet his gaze and he saw her eyes were unusually bright. She appeared on the verge of tears.

  “I’m not buying it, sweetheart. Spill it.”

  “It’s nothing, really Master. Let’s just enjoy our evening.”

  “I am very happy to spank it out of you, Regan,” Rick warned. A thrill swept down her spine and ended directly at her clit. Her gorgeous husband could dampen her panties with just the tone of his commanding, deep voice.

  She closed her eyes and just shook her head. “Please, Master.”

  “So be it, my defiant sub.” He looked around for a vacant station. “Ah ha, I see that the spanking bench is just now opening up. Let’s see how close-mouthed you are following a sound paddling.”

  Frustrated, Rick walked in the conference room in the administrative offices of the club about an hour later. He saw that everyone else was gathered. Damn, Regan. He had busted her ass but good with a heavy paddle, but she still hadn’t revealed what was behind her tears and her gloomy demeanor. As further punishment, he had popped in a ball gag and placed her into one of the supervised cages in the public room. These were reserved for naughty subs t
hat needed to be supervised while their masters played or attended to other pursuits. One of the DM’s was assigned to supervise with the assistance of a club submissive as per club rules. Regan had been placed there only once before when she had made him so mad he needed to step out for a breath of air. This time, she had meekly submitted to the punishment. After closing her into the cage and receiving one of the symbolic skeleton keys, he had stared at her with a stern expression, his arms crossed over his big, broad chest. Fuck! Tears ran steadily down her face. What the fuck was wrong with her? He didn’t leave her until she bowed her head under his intense scrutiny. He’d let her think in there for a bit, and then try again after the meeting.

  Rick sank into the lone remaining seat and apologized for his tardiness. “Sorry, had to put my naughty little bird in a cage for a while.”

  Tony shot him a surprised look thinking that was an unusually hard punishment for Regan. Like himself, Rick was known to be soft hearted and was often teased that his submissive wife had him whipped, not the other way around.

  Rick felt Master Peters’ knowing gaze and made a note to speak with him again after the meeting. “Seems to be going around this evening.” Rick’s frown deepened. Lil T’s laughter filled the room, “Yeah, but doesn’t it make for some spankable asses and fuckable pussies.” The other men chuckled at Lil T’s enthusiasm, all of them well aware of the rewards of bratty behavior.

  “Ok, gentlemen, I won’t keep you from either your spankable asses or fuckable pussies. Or was that fuckable asses and spankable pussies, T?” The room rang with masculine laughter at Master Peter’s wit and then he rose to brief the group. He continued when they quieted “Either way I won’t keep you from your subs.”

  Peter turned serious. “Are we clean here, Dex?”

  “Yes sir, we swept again a few minutes before this meeting. We are secure.”

  “Good. As you all know, I was transferred here to assist the feds in their efforts to get a handle on this drug infiltration from the Mexican cartels. Specifically, the Mendoza Cartel. I think you are all aware that we have contracted with Tony and the Rossi Security team to enlist your assistance in some private operations. Our resources are stretched kind of thin with the clusterfuck in the middle east right now.” The men nodded in agreement, most having recently left SF ops in either Afghanistan or one of the other hot spots in the region.