"Give me your wrists," Cody said, ignoring David's obvious discomfort. I held my wrists out. He attached a leather cuff to each wrist and then tied them together with a length of nylon rope. Cody had always been big on rope play. I think it appealed to the cowboy in him.
"David," he said holding my bound wrists out to him, "string her up."
Chapter 45
Yeah, David. String her up.
Fuck me.
I knew that Cody was here for my benefit. I asked him to come here. I needed him. And yesterday I had felt incredibly dependent on him, but my self-confidence was growing (which was the goal) and it was becoming harder and harder for me to accept his presence.
That was probably a good sign. On a normal day, I would never accept having another Dom, male or female, in my playroom with my Kat. I was an only child; I didn't share.
However, I needed to get a hold of myself, because decking him when he was helping me probably wasn't wise. I was going to have to gain some self-discipline with my self-confidence.
Circling Kat's wrists with my hands, I forced myself to play along. Cody and I had already discussed the order for this session. I had already approved and agreed to every action. I could do this.
I lead her to the middle of the room, where we had lowered a rope. The last time I'd used the suspension system was the night that Kat had left her shoes all over the house. I shook my head slightly at the thought. What a night that was.
I had placed a square shower mat under the rope. She was still wearing her stockings, and I didn't want her feet to slip. Being suspended by the arms always ran a risk of dislocated shoulders. Safety first, especially with my clumsy little Kat. She stood on the mat while I tied her wrist cuffs to the rope and then checked to make sure everything was knotted correctly. Cody had moved over to the wall where the other side of the rope came down. If he pulled down, it would raise her arms. I nodded at him, and he lifted her slowly. He stopped on my say so: when her arms were just shy of being fully extended above her head.
"Color?"
"Green, Master."
"Good girl."
I thought through my mental checklist. What was next? Blindfold. Cody could have blindfolded her while I tied her, but I thought that he was intentionally giving me time and making me do as much as possible on my own. I felt a little guilty for my earlier feelings. He really was doing everything he could to be helpful.
I pulled a black blindfold from the drawer and tied it around her eyes. I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze as a reward for her obedient behavior. She sighed under my touch. We had discussed gagging her, as I was honestly afraid to hear her scream. I was sure that her scream would haunt me for years to come. But, it was my usual preference to hear her, so she wasn't particularly well adapted to being gagged, and I wanted this to be as normal as possible for both of us.
I had also considered a spreader for her legs, but it would be more work for her if she had to keep them spread on her own. Plus, I didn't want to risk putting a runner in her sexy-as-fuck stockings.
I walked back over to Cody who was waiting patiently with a long flogger in his hand. The plan was for him to give her five strokes, and then I was going to stimulate her sexually without letting her come. He would give her five more, and it would continue until we thought she'd had enough. We planned for fifteen or twenty.
We hoped to accomplish a couple of things with this. One, I was going to be actively involved in her session in a way that I thought I could handle. Two, without her sight, she would have no way of knowing who was doing what. We hoped that it would make the experience better for her. Three, I was going to try to watch. Last night, when he used the strap on her, I had been concentrating on Kat's face. I never looked at her ass. I was going to have to get over that, if I was ever going to be able to punish her again.
This pattern also allowed for me to take over for Cody, if I thought I could handle it. Sets of five were easy. We could alternate, if I was up for it.
We had considered several different toys before settling on a flogger. It was good toy in many ways, but the primary reason that I had wanted it was that it allowed the Dom and submissive to be several feet apart. I wanted Cody to keep his touching to a minimum, and if I felt up to giving her a few myself, I would be able to do it at a bit of a distance. It wasn't as personal as some of the other options.
When she was all set up I motioned for Cody to join me. He wanted me to do as much of the talking as possible. Yesterday he had given her the number and told her to count. I was to do it today. In theory, she wouldn't be able to tell that he was even in the room. I would be acting as her Dom in every way except delivering the actual blows.
"Katlyn?"
"Yes, Master?"
"I'm going to give you five. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir. Please give me five."
"Count."
Cody looked at me one more time for confirmation, and I nodded. He took a step forward, relaxed his arm, drew back, and swatted her. I watched the suede tails crisscross on the curve of her ass. I think I flinched more than she did. Apparently Cody though so too because he looked at me, deciding if I could handle this, before he lined up his next throw. Her voice was clear as a bell as she counted.
He gave her the second one, and I still flinched, but it wasn't as bad. By the time he reached five I was hardly reacting at all. Her ass was turning a lovely shade of pink, and my body reacted to it mindlessly. I had been her Dom for six years, and even before that, I had always been excited by a nice spanking-induced flush. I was afraid to bring Kat pain, but my cock was apparently less of a coward.
It was my turn. I opened one of the dresser drawers and pulled out the vibrator that I had selected earlier. There was nothing worse than going to use one and finding out that it doesn't have fresh batteries.
I knelt down in front of Kat and blew a cool stream of air up the inside of her thigh. She shivered. "Did that make you wet, Katlyn?"
"Yes, Master."
I ran the palms of my hands up her ankles, under her knees, and up to the lacy tops of her stockings. I used the pad of my thumbs to gently pull apart her pussy lips, not really touching her, but opening her up for me. I leaned forward and blew a gentle stream of air across her clitoris. She bucked her hips towards me and favored me with a sexy little moan.
I darted my tongue out and took a quick swipe at her clit. She shifted her feet slightly, closing her legs. I backed off. "You are not to move your feet. Do it again, and I'll make you hold a plug in your sweet little ass."
She whimpered slightly, and I fought the urge to laugh. When I wasn't freaking out, this could be really fun. "Widen your stance."
She complied spreading her legs just a little more than shoulder width apart. I turned the vibrator on and let her hear it buzzing. She took her bottom lip between her teeth. I held her soft pink lips apart with the fingers of my left hand and pushed the softly vibrating toy into her with my right.
She moaned as she took it inch by inch. I pushed it the whole way in and then drew it back slowly. I repeated the process at a tortuously slow pace. On the third pass, I leaned forward and sucked lightly on her clit. She threw her head back and her hips forward.
If I sucked her too much longer, she would orgasm, but the goal was to leave her as close to the edge as possible for as long as possible. I pulled back and slid the slick toy out of her pussy. She cried out at the loss.
"Not yet, Katlyn. I want to give you five more."
"Yes, Master," she sighed.
I walked around behind her and took my place next to Cody. He looked at me, silently asking me if I wanted to take the flogger. I shook my head. Maybe the next set. He moved into position and then nodded his head.
"Count," I commanded.
He made this set harder. She was struggling to keep her feet still on the mat. Her hips bucked wildly. The flogger was leaving a pattern of red lines on her ass and thighs. It would take a day or two to fade.
She let out her f
irst true scream before she counted the forth stroke, and I panicked. I should have known it was coming. His blows were increasing in strength, and her volume had been steadily increasing, but it was too close to the terrified scream that she had let out in the kitchen that night, and I freaked.
I pulled the flogger out of Cody’s hand before he even had a chance to realize what had happened, but he recovered quickly and threw his full body weight into me, pushing me out into the hall. In my distraught state, he easily overpowered me. He took the flogger from me, and then shut the playroom door in my face and locked it. I pounded uselessly on it before slumping to the floor in a fit of tears.
"Yellow," I heard Kat call.
"It's okay, Katlyn," Cody reassured her. "David didn't react well to your vocalization. He's in the hall cooling down. I'm going to bring you down. We're going to talk about it."
"Okay."
A moment later the door opened again and Cody walked out. Kat was a few steps behind him. I'd gotten myself mostly under control. Two steps forward, one step back.
Kat had pulled the dress back on and she had her arms wrapped tightly around her torso. She looked like she needed aftercare. Even though we hadn't finished, she had been in subspace for a while, and she was vulnerable. She was probably scared on top of it. I was an idiot.
"Let's go in the living room," Cody said. I stood from the floor and made my way to the couch. Cody sat across from me. Kat stood to the side, unsure of what to do.
"Come here, baby," I said, holding my arms open for her. She practically ran to me. She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my neck. I turned her into a comfortable position in my lap and held her securely. She was shaking in my arms. Fuck. I had fucked up bad.
"Shhh," I soothed, "It's okay, sweetheart. I just got scared. I didn't mean to frighten you."
"David, tell me what happened," Cody said. "You should talk through it."
I took a deep breath. "I, um, I just had an auditory flashback, I think. It just... it sounded so much like she was in pain, and I know that wasn't rational, but I just reacted to it."
"You knew there was a possibility this could happen."
"Yes," I agreed. "I've had trouble getting the sound of her scream out of my head. I was afraid to know what would happen when she screamed again."
"Kat?"
"Yes?" she said, not removing her face from my neck.
"How do you feel?"
"I'm scared."
I tightened my grip on her.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Cody continued, "your Master and I are going to take care of you. Okay?"
She nodded her head slightly.
"We're going to take a little break, and then when we're ready, we're going to try some auditory exercises. Okay?"
I tensed a little at the thought. Basically, that meant that he was going to make me listen to her scream until I didn't react to it any more. I knew it was necessary, but it wasn't going to be pleasant.
We had been at it for about half an hour. It was too early to eat again, but we needed to take a break so we decided on a lighthearted movie before lunch. I wrapped Kat in a blanket and held her close to me as the movie played. Her body relaxed little by little until she was asleep in my arms. I spoke softly so as not to wake her.
"Cody?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry about my behavior. I can't tell you how glad I am that you were here to protect her."
"You would never hurt her, man. Anyone could see from a mile away how much you love her. You just need to prove it to yourself. You'll get there."
"I hope so."
Chapter 46
The next two days passed quickly for me. David, Cody, and I worked tirelessly on building David's comfort level. I was feeling better than I had in a long time. David's father had added a ton of stress to our marriage and without him we were flourishing. Sure, we were having some trouble in the playroom, but I felt that our marriage as a whole had never been stronger.
We were now financially independent. We had no outside family stressors. We had an active sex life. We had no children or other major personal responsibilities. We were communicating better than any other couple I had ever seen. My job was great. David was almost done with school. All in all, this was as good as it got. We just needed to get past this little hiccup, and we would be fine.
We'd spent most of the day, on Saturday, working on getting David to be comfortable with my vocal responses. The whole thing made me sad because I knew that David had always been aroused by my auditory response to him. Even when we had first started our relationship, it would be common for him to ask me to scream for him. He always wanted to hear me, and I had trained myself to be purposefully vocal in order to please him. Knowing that my screaming was painful for him now was disquieting. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were before all of this happened.
We'd started out by working in the living room. We'd put the blindfold on David this time so that he would have to focus on his ears. I would scream, and David would react. Cody would make sure that he didn't hurt himself, or any one else, with his reactions. Most of the time, David just cringed. Occasionally, he reached out for me.
When he was comfortable, we added additional sounds. Cody would strike the table or the floor with a strap, paddle, or whip, and I would scream. To be honest, it felt a little ridiculous, screaming for no reason, but I adapted. Green tea and honey kept me from getting hoarse. I tried to think of it like rehearsing for a play.
The next step was to try it again with actual hitting. We moved back into the playroom and Cody picked up the flogger that he had used before. We used the rope suspension again, but I was not blindfolded this time, nor was David. We did it a couple of times with just the sounds - Cody hitting the ground instead of my ass. When David thought he was ready, we combined everything for the full effect.
David did great. He was still flinching on occasion, when something caught him off guard, but we were all seeing visible progress.
After Cody left on Saturday night, I couldn't help myself. I'd gone through a pretty long session in the afternoon and hadn't been allowed to climax all day. I was fucking dying. I literally jumped on David the first chance I got. He apparently had been expecting it, because he had me pinned to the living room carpet before I could even blink. He drilled me hard while I writhed and moaned beneath him. Instead of encouraging me to orgasm, which I definitely didn't need, he growled a simple "Fuck, yes. Let me hear you," in my ear, and I exploded. I can't remember ever having come so hard in my life. Now that was progress!
Sunday was the day that David was supposed to work on actually striking me. Cody had plans to leave Monday morning, unless we really thought that we needed him longer. The moment of truth had come.
We started in the living room. I was standing unbound, and David was using our softest flogger. His first throw missed me altogether; it fell a good foot short. Cody made him step forward until he was in a range where he could actually hit me. I think the first set was nearly impossible for him, but it got easier as we went.
We changed rooms, positions, and toys in sets of five or ten. I didn't actually feel anything the whole first half of the day, but Cody kept pushing, and eventually, David started to put some force behind his actions. I think he must have felt guilty because he let me orgasm no less than six times throughout the day. He had never been so generous in the past. It felt more like practice than an actual session, but it was a big step closer, and it was certainly enjoyable for me.
At the end of the day, David had been able to spank me with his bare hands, as I was bent over the whipping bench. That had been the goal from the very beginning, and I felt a sense of pride for my Dom when he reached it. At the end of the last set, we all breathed a sigh of relief. We were going to make it, and we knew it.
Cody stayed for dinner that night and we talked for a long time. I would miss him when he left, but I was anxious to move on as well. We promised to visit more freq
uently, and I thought it was a promise that we would keep. I hoped that he would go home and collar another sub. His girls were always fortunate. He was a wonderful Dom and an incredible mentor.
David and I spent the day together on Monday, just hanging out. It had snowed Sunday night so we layered up and threw snowballs at each other for a while in the afternoon. We curled up on the floor in the evening, and David read sections of "A Christmas Carol" aloud to me while we drank hot chocolate.
He convinced me to talk for a while about building a house, and I finally came around his way of thinking. David's selling point to me, was that we would be able to design our own playroom anyway we wanted. Playfully, I suggested that we call an architect immediately after that.
We left mid-morning on Tuesday, Christmas Eve, and made the familiar drive to Ellen's house. It was odd for me, planning to stay there for a few days, after always planning so hard to avoid staying over night. I was reminded again and again of how much we had altered our lives because of the madness of one man. His influence had seemingly left nothing untouched, and the whole world seemed different without him.
We spent the first evening watching our wedding video with Ellen. She cried. I cried. It was a terrible estrogen-fest. We decided that we probably would have an additional reception sometime in the future, so that the rest of the extended family could join in the wedding celebration. There was no hurry, but it was something to think about.
It turns out that Ellen had a wonderful, strong personality. I fell in love with her hour by hour. What a difference from the timid woman that I thought I knew. This woman was going to be an incredible mother-in-law, and I really looked forward to seeing her come into her own.
I went to bed early that night, before I was even tired. I was giving David and his mother some time alone. I thought that they needed it. Thankfully, David took the hint. He didn't come to bed until after 2:00 in the morning. To this day, I don't know what they talked about, but whatever it was, it made all the difference. There was a peace in the house the next morning that only comes from one thing–forgiveness. Whatever their transgressions, they had been aired, and the pardons had been made.
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