“Oh, you bad, bad girl. You should have expected that, and been ready for it. Did I give you permission for that orgasm?”
Waves of pleasure rolled through her as she bounced. “Not fair. You’ve been arousing me all night. Not fair.” Her speech was halting as another orgasm overtook her, this one more intense than the first.
“Master Diego. Oh, more, more.” She bounced harder and moved her hands to her clit, stroking the nub and grasping the seat in front of her. A third orgasm shook her body. When her contractions had stopped, she gasped, and looked at Diego.
“You are out of practice. Good little subbies would have never done that.” His voice was low, and sounded angry.
“I’m so sorry. It’s just I was so aroused and…”
“Silence.”
She clamped her mouth shut.
He stared at her and she wondered if he would cancel the weekend, if he would take her back to Santa Fe and tell her she wasn’t disciplined enough for him. If he would take her to his dungeon and whip her again.
When he sighed, she held her breath. “No excuses. How long’s it been since you’ve been fucked by a flesh-and-blood cock?”
“Two and a half years. Since Thomas left.”
“Stand up.” He crossed to her and released the dildo from its harness on the chair. He lifted it to her mouth. “Open.”
He put the toy cock into her open mouth, sliding it back and forth. She tasted her juices as he pushed it back and forth, sliding it in deeper and deeper each time. When she made a choking noise, he stopped until she’d regained her composure, then he started again.
“I was going to fuck you tonight,” he said softly, still fucking her mouth with the dildo. “But not now. You’re going to have to earn it, and really, it’s punishing me as much as it is you. My subbies are disciplined, Sorcha. They do as they’re told, and don’t have orgasms on the punishment chair. Do you understand me?”
She nodded and he pulled the cock from her mouth.
“I’m sorry, my liege.”
“So am I.” He stroked her hair. “But I suppose it’s understandable, since it’s been so long. Still, you’ll have to atone for it.”
She nodded and lowered her gaze.
“Very good. Now, take the dildo inside and clean it. The bathroom is the first door on the left. There’s cleaner in the cabinet.”
“Yes, my liege.” She started for the door, then turned when he called out her name.
“The next time you have to use the punishment chair, the dildo won’t be in your pussy. I hope you understand what I mean by that. You lost that privilege.”
She nodded, contracting her anal muscles at the idea.
“Good. Now clean it, and meet me in the living room.”
Chapter Five
Saturday morning dawned bright. Sorcha stretched her arms above her head. Her shoulders and hips ached from last night, but it was a delicious ache. The pain from the spanking had lessened. She and Diego had spent two hours in the living room, with him putting her in various positions, making her stay that way while he watched silently.
She’d been careful to behave and stay there, and had earned praise each time he’d changed her from sitting to standing, or lying down.
When he’d put her to bed, he’d stroked her arms. “You did well, after your disastrous start. We’ll play again tomorrow afternoon. Don’t worry about waking with me. I want you to sleep all you want. You’ll need your energy.”
The clock blinked 11:10 at her and she gasped. How had she slept so late? She turned to the other side of the bed. It hadn’t been slept in. Where was Diego? She sat up and noticed a note near the clock. Put on the boots and nothing else. Come and find me.
How could she put on anything else? He’d made her leave her clothing at his house. She sat up and saw her purse on a chair in the corner. She didn’t remember putting it there. Diego must have brought it in for her. She crossed the room quickly, picked it up, and fished for her phone. The screen showed no missed calls, or voice mails waiting.
Damn it, Ruben! Hurry up.
She slipped into the boots, actually enjoying the way the leather felt against her legs.
The search for Diego led to the front deck. He sat at a table, calmly reading a newspaper.
“Did you have that delivered?” She stood in the doorway, the cool morning air wrapping around her naked body.
“No, I went into town. Good morning.”
“Good morning, my liege.”
“Come and kneel by me.”
She glanced around and he laughed. “The cabin is set far back. Do as you’re told.”
Once outside, she hurried to his side, kneeling quickly.
“Hungry?”
“Yes, my liege.”
She shivered as he ran his fingers over her breasts. “For what? Food? Or something else?”
“Both.”
“Good answer. Hands behind your back.”
He took a tortilla off his plate, tearing off an edge, and offering it to her. She took it, her hunger growing as she chewed it and swallowed. He fed her the entire thing before offering her a sip of his coffee.
“We’re going to go into town for lunch, so I don’t want to spoil your appetite.”
“Town? But I have no clothes.”
“I brought things for you to wear.”
“The halter? In town?”
Laughter filled the air. “You think I’m going to tell you? You’ll see it, whether it’s the halter or something else, when I’m ready for you to get dressed.
“First, I’m going to punish you for last night. You were a very bad girl, coming on my punishment chair, not once, but three times.”
Sorcha blushed furiously and looked away.
“Look at me.”
She lifted her eyes to him. “What did you want most last night, Sorcha?”
“Your cock.” The words rushed out of her mouth.
“Buried in your tight cunt?”
“Yes, my liege.”
“That’s exactly what you won’t get. Not right now, anyway.” He cleared his throat. “Clean off the table, then come and stand next it.”
Sorcha blinked her eyes furiously. He started the day quickly, that was for sure. There wasn’t much on the glass-topped table, just a plate with some tortillas and his coffee mug. She put them in the kitchen, then stood with her arms behind her back. Diego sat across from her on a seat built into the railing.
“Good. Now, do you remember your job?”
“Yes, my liege. I’m to tell you if I’m feeling any discomfort, of any kind, the minute it starts. If I feel panic, I’m to tell you.”
“Very good. You break those rules and we’ll head back to Santa Fe immediately. I don’t play around with safety.”
“Yes, my liege.”
“Now, I’m going to hog-tie you.”
“OK, I’m panicking.” She backed up and shook her head. “No. Please.”
Diego laughed softly. “It’s a simple thing, really, but I expected this response. Don’t panic. Take deep breaths and relax.”
“I won’t be able to get loose.”
“That’s the idea. But I’ll be right here, and I won’t let any harm come to you. You trust me, right?”
“Yes, my liege.” And she did. She knew Diego was the foremost bondage expert at Tygers. Still, she was frightened at the idea of being unable to move, of being totally at his mercy. For the first time, she noticed the rope sitting next to him on the bench. He put his hands on it and lifted it up.
“It’s nylon, soft and easy to use. It can cause rope burns, so don’t struggle. Just let me guide you.”
She nodded, her panic subsiding somewhat. He stood and crossed to her, gently stroking her arms after putting the rope on the table.
“Relax, Sorcha. Just relax.”
She nodded and let out several deep breaths, and licked her lips. “I’m ready.”
“The first thing I’m going to do is put a chest harness on you.
It will wrap around your breasts, going above twice, and under once. It’ll also go over each shoulder. Then I’ll secure it in the back. When I bind your arms and legs, they will be secured to the chest harness.”
She nodded, and followed his instructions to hold out her arms. She watched him double the rope, then fought off panic as he wrapped it over her breasts. His voice was soft in her ear.
“Relax, mi juguete, just relax.” The rope made passes under and over her breasts, then over her shoulders.
“I’m tying it off now. How’s the pressure?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Is it cutting into your skin?”
“No, my liege.”
“Very good. Now, lie down on the table, on your stomach. Still feeling all right?”
“Yes, my liege.”
“Put your wrists together behind your back.”
When he started to wrap the ropes around her wrists, she took several deep breaths.
“Relax. Usually when I do a hog-tie, I secure the wrists and ankles together. Since you’re a newbie, I’m going to secure all four limbs to the chest harness. Less pressure on the wrists that way.”
“Thank you, my liege.”
“Anything to put your mind at ease, little one.”
After a few minutes, he patted her on the butt. “Try and move your arms, gently.”
She pulled on them. “I can’t. I can…”
“Relax. Take deep breaths. Don’t struggle. Any pain, or rope cutting into the skin?”
“No, my liege.”
“Good girl. We’re almost done. Bend your legs at the knee.”
The leather boots creaked as she followed his instruction. He bound her ankles together; and she felt him wind rope through the harness on her back. When he pulled on the rope, her shoulders lifted slightly. She felt pressure, but not pain, on her shoulders and chest. He tied them together, and stepped back.
“You feeling all right?”
“Yes, my liege.” Sorcha’s breath came in short, shallow gulps. She was excited, yet just a little frightened at the same time. The only thing that kept her from panicking was Diego’s calming presence. He tested the ropes to make sure they weren’t too tight and she moaned softly.
“Remember, at the first sign of pain or panic, you tell me. Otherwise, remain absolutely silent. No moans. No nothing, unless you are asked a direct question. Understand?”
“Yes, my liege.”
He stepped in front of her and began to unbutton his jeans. Sorcha knew this was coming, knew he was going to show her what she couldn’t have. She was going to see his cock, see the piercing she’d heard about from other subs. She kept her eyes glued to him, her idea of panic totally forgotten.
When his jeans were totally unbuttoned he reached inside and stroked himself.
“Are you my toy for the weekend?”
“Yes, my liege.”
“What does my toy want?”
“To submit, my liege.”
“Good answer. You look so beautiful all tied up for me. My dick is pounding for you. Would you like to see it?”
“Yes, my liege.”
“Say please.”
“Please, my liege.” Sorcha’s voice cracked with need.
“Please what?”
“Please let me see your cock, my liege.”
He grinned at her and shook his head. “How’s that ass?”
“Sore.”
“I’m glad. It reminds you to…” He left the words hanging and Sorcha blinked her eyes rapidly.
“To follow your orders, my liege?”
“Is that a question, or a statement?”
“Statement. It reminds me to follow your orders.”
He nodded. He had both hands inside his pants now.
She could tell he was stroking himself slowly, and he finally pulled it loose. His cock sprang forth as if in search of something. She hoped that something was her. He was long and thick, and the silver ring twinkled from the end.
She fought back a moan and closed her eyes.
“Good girl. Very good girl.” He stepped toward her and tested the pressure on her bindings. “Just a little while longer. I love seeing you all tied up like this. Would you like a taste of my cock?”
“Yes, my liege, please.” She almost laughed at the eagerness in her voice.
Diego stepped in front of her, stopping where she couldn’t reach him with her mouth.
“Stick out your tongue.” When it was fully extended, he moved to where she could just touch the tip of his cock ring. She eagerly tasted the silver, trying to move in to taste his cock. The movement pulled on her bonds and she moaned softly.
“Pain?” There was concern in his voice.
“No, just a lot of pressure.”
He moved away and sat back down on the bench, his hand stroking his cock.
“If you’re a good girl tonight, you can taste my cock. It’ll fit perfectly in your mouth, your pussy, and your ass. I’m going to claim all three holes tonight, if you behave. I’m going to make you mine.”
His words made her shiver as he continued to stroke himself, his movements increasing. She tried to wrap her mind around the fact that she was hog-tied on a table, watching Diego masturbate.
“So fucking beautiful, and all mine,” he groaned out as his cum shot into the air. “Fuck, yeah.”
He caught some on his fingers, stood quickly, and walked to her.
“Taste.”
His hand stroked his cock as she sucked his fingers into her mouth, his cum tasting sweet and sticky. She noticed his hand motions had increased, and when his fingers were clean, he stepped toward her.
“Arch your back, and open for me.”
She opened her mouth as he shot another stream into her mouth.
“Swallow.” His words sounded strangled. “Swallow it all.”
The pressure on her bonds was incredible and she fought back a delicious moan. Finally, when he’d given her yet another taste, she said, “Pressure, hurts.”
He pulled on a rope and the pressure was gone. Her legs fell back and she sighed.
“Thank you, my liege.”
“Thank you, my Sorcha. I hope you liked that.” He stroked her hair, his touch gentle.
“I loved it.”
He cleaned himself with a towel that sat near his extra rope. He put his cock away and began to untie her.
As the bonds loosened, Sorcha felt a sense of loss. It had been incredible to be bound for him, to have him see her like that. When the ropes were gone, he rubbed her shoulders.
“Relax for a few minutes, then sit up slowly. Remain silent.”
She sat up, and watched with bated breath when he took a rope from the table and threaded it through the D-ring on her collar. He wrapped it around his hands, and pulled her to him, his lips coming down on hers in a punishing kiss.
His free hand captured her jaw as he pushed away.
“Open for me.” He came back down and pushed his tongue inside her mouth. The pressure was intense, and Sorcha’s body hummed in answer to him.
He broke away and stared down at her, his thumb tracing her jaw.
“Stroke that clit. Come for your Master. Pinch it. Hard!”
Sorcha cried out as she followed his command. His mouth came down on hers again as she came, swallowing her cry of delight. He pushed her finger aside and pinched her clit again, sending her spiraling out of control as he pulled tighter on the rope.
She was flush against his body, her own quaking with pleasure.
“All mine.” His voice was dark and Sorcha quivered. “Mi juguete.”
“My liege.” She pressed her forehead into his chest and sniffed. He smelled so good. Like soap and strong male.
He pulled the rope in her D-ring tighter, lifting her face to his. “Did I give you leave to speak?”
She shook her head. His eyes flashed dangerously and she swallowed hard.
“I thought not. One point for the chair. Plus, you cried out when
you came. Which is at least two or three more points. Shall we go into town and see what the rest of the day brings?”
Chapter Six
Rather than go into Chama, Diego opted to drive the two hours to Durango, Colorado. The drive would provide them with beautiful scenery as the trees turned from their bright summer greens to brilliant fall orange and red. It would also give him time to get his emotions under control. Sorcha affected him much more than he thought she would.
This morning he’d been tempted to claim her, to tell her he wanted her to be his sub 24-7. And he didn’t claim subs. He’d had one collared sub in his life. Marie. She’d been too fragile for what he wanted. She hated bondage, and would cry before submitting. Diego let her go after the second time. He didn’t want to force a woman into bondage; he wanted one who gloried in it, as Sorcha had done that morning.
The more rope he put on her, the more excited she had become. By the time he’d finished the hog-tie her juices had soaked her thighs and provided him with a heavenly scent that made him want to rip her bindings off and bury himself deep inside her.
He’d stopped himself in time, though, knowing it was too soon for that. He would take her tonight, first in that sweet pussy, and after that, in her pretty little ass that still bore the marks from his punishment. He glanced at her. She sat straight as he’d ordered her to do, looking out the window at the beautiful scenery.
She wore a loose black skirt and a tight, low-cut red sweater. He’d picked them out with her body in mind. The heels weren’t as high as the boots, because they would be doing some walking, but they showed off her legs. He’d had her lift the skirt to mid thigh.
His cock sprang to life as he watched her. “Spread your legs.”
She obeyed, but remained silent.
“You’re doing so very well. Stroke your clit and talk to me.”
A giggle escaped her lips and his cock pushed against its bonds.
“This is so beautiful,” she whispered, as she stroked herself gently. “It’s been years since I’ve been in this area in the fall. All the colors, and the smell in the air.”
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