Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  I rose clumsily and turned as I’d been instructed. “Legs apart,” Oses said. “Whenever possible, your pussy is to be open for my gaze and use.”

  The firm words had juices flooding all over again. Pavlov’s dog has nothing on my crotch.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when his grip closed over my buttocks. Oses massaged with delightfully calloused fingers. His palms were warm, and I moaned with delight. He has a strong touch.

  “You have had dulma? Laxan?” he asked.

  I’d heard the words before and thought they had to do with sex, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember the acts they labeled. “I don’t recall what those words refer to, Master,” I gasped.

  “Dulma is spanking, usually of the bare-handed kind. Laxan is a Kalquorian man’s primary cock fucking your ass.”

  “Yes, I’ve had those done to me, Master.”

  “Excellent. Have you been exposed to straps, floggers, or any similar discipline tools?”

  My pussy clenched. “Yes, Master.”

  Oses’s touch moved from my ass to my pussy. His fingers slid along my wet slit, and I moaned.

  His voice came out in a growl. “I take it you enjoyed being beaten.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “And restrained?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “That’s where we’ll start then.”

  Oses went to the strange object I’d noted before, the pommel horse-looking furniture piece. He dragged it from the wall...from how his muscles strained, I guessed it was heavy...to the most open part of his cramped room. Then he touched the wall it had stood against and a drawer opened out. He took out looped straps with clips at their ends. I swallowed as he also took out a thick, rubbery strap. He moved to stand next to the pommel horse.

  “Lean over this.”

  I started towards it. “Stop right there,” Oses commanded, and I froze with my foot in the air, not even having taken the first step. “Crawl wherever you are commanded to go. Hands and knees only, pet.”

  “Yes, Master,” I whispered. That weird feeling had returned, where I felt nervous and yet secure. It had to do with Oses spelling out what he expected from me. I wasn’t forced to guess in the least. All I had to do was listen and obey. It simplified things.

  If only the rest of life had step-by-step instructions.

  I knelt down and crawled over to that hulking beast of a man and his strange bit of furniture. Once I got there, I stood and draped myself over it. I’d expected it to dig into my stomach. Yet with all the padding, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

  Oses put a loop around my ankle. He latched it to the lowest metal hook on the leg of what I was thinking of as the strapping horse. He tightened the loop to make sure it wouldn’t slip off my foot, but made sure it was loose enough that he could fit his finger between skin and strap. “There shouldn’t be a problem, but if your circulation becomes compromised, tell me,” he commanded.

  “Yes, Master.”

  I was a parrot who’d learned only one phrase. Yes Master, yes Master, yes Master. Shalia wants a cracker. It was the nerves that came close to making me giggle. I stopped myself by visualizing Oses with that thick rubber strap. That left me scared spitless and aroused all at once.

  He secured my other ankle, then moved to the front of the strapping horse to latch two more loops higher up on that side of the legs. From my position, I could watch those knotted arms and big, merciless hands as they worked. I shivered.

  He told me, “These tethers are for you to hang onto while I wear that pretty ass out. Can you do that, or do I bind your wrists instead?”

  “I can hang on, Master.” Somehow it was more exciting that I would be free and forcing myself to accept his dominion, rather than being tied down powerless.

  “Good pet.” Oses gave me the loops and walked behind me.

  Dusa and Esak had taught me to not tense when discipline was on the menu. Thinking about scary-hot Oses beating my butt made that exceedingly difficult.

  His rubbing my rump elicited a breathless scream. Damn, I was keyed up.

  “Easy, little one,” he soothed. “I promise to make it hurt without injury. You can trust me for that.”

  He spoke words that I didn’t catch, but I figured out what it was when the clit vibrator buzzed to life. My moans showed up for entirely different reasons than terror. My feet jerked in reaction but didn’t have far to go in their bindings. I clenched the loops tight in my fists as heat uncoiled in my pussy, pulsing through my belly.

  “That’s it, pet. Good girl.”

  The heavy palms massaging my ass disappeared. I sighed unhappily, but the pad humming against my nubbin stole most of my disappointment. I lost myself in the exciting throbs, urging desire upward. I wanted to realize the promise of what this toy could do, wishing it was at full power once more.

  As my mind began to unveil a laundry list of all I desired, Oses struck. There was a heavy swack. An instant later the meatiest part of my ass caught on fire.

  My feet yanked on the loops holding them prisoner, and for an instant I let go of the ones I clutched. Holy crap, it hurt! I remembered myself despite the searing pain and got hold of the tethers once more. Jeez, had we discussed how many of those I was getting?

  Oses caressed a blazing buttock. “Where are we, pet? Keep going, discuss, or sholt?”

  I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “How many, Master?”

  “You mark rather easy, so only ten. Can you handle it?”

  I swallowed. There was no denying the lick throbbed unbelievably. Yet there was something about being bent over Oses’s pommel horse (or whatever it was called). The clit vibrator was returning to my consciousness, making my guts tumbly-happy. I worried that if I stopped Oses from wearing my ass out, all the other delicious stuff would end too. That would suck. Maybe if I concentrated on the sensations of the clit toy, I wouldn’t notice the strap so much? It was worth a shot.

  “I’m okay, Master. Please continue?”

  “Very good, pet. I am delighted with your request.”

  He sounded happy with me. Warmth curled in my heart and snuggled in tight at the approval.

  I concentrated on the vibrator. Yeah, that felt damned fine too. When I ignored the sharp stinging that continued from Oses’s first lick, the heat that pulsed from that streak of agony added to the excitement. I just had to keep my ass relaxed so it wouldn’t ache too badly. Maybe if I channeled all the tension into my fists clutching the loops—

  Another swack, a thunderclap from God Himself. I shrieked and writhed from the blistering that erupted in its wake. It was above where Oses had hit me before.

  “Look at you dance, my beauty. That is lovely.”

  I moaned. Fuck, it was pure torment. Yet I was really, really noticing the clit vibrator too. It might have been an instinctual self-protective gesture on my body’s part to try and distance itself from the beating I’d agreed to. Or was it that weird submissive part of me was getting off on the discipline and therefore enhancing my clit’s sensitivity? I couldn’t tell whether I was more in hell from pain or heaven from arousal.

  The next blow landed above the back of my knee, where my leg started getting meaty. A second found the same mark on the other leg. I’m surprised the tethers held my ankles as I kicked to free them. My strapped flesh sizzled with misery. My clit throbbed with happiness. Elation stabbed deep in my core and tears dripped to the floor below. I was wrecked and loving it.

  It’s official. I am beyond weird.

  Oses continued to praise me. “Gorgeous, little Shalia. Such a good girl.”

  The next lick landed below my buttocks, square on where my thighs began. Oh gosh, I don’t know what was happening, but the suffering suddenly was incredible. I fucking liked it. Some part of me begged for it. I’d had some fun before with the lighter roughness I’d enjoyed with the other Kalquorian men who’d fucked me, but this was more intense. Oses turned my flesh raw, and I was invested in continuing.

  Another s
mack, below where his first strap had landed. Oh, that was beyond incredible. The fire of it zapped to my engorging clit, which pressed against the vibrating pad that covered it. My pussy clenched, as if I would orgasm then and there. I think I nearly did.

  The strap struck the backs of my legs between where the previous two had gone. Oh, my master wasn’t missing an inch. I sobbed my gratitude as fresh infernos lit on my skin and in my core. There wasn’t pain so much as intense sensation now. It was as if every swat hit something delightful within my pussy.

  The next two were rapid-fire, landing right above where he’d gotten me over the knee area. I yelled as fire shot from the blows to my crotch. I shuddered and writhed.

  “Ah, what a beauty you are. Dance, little Shalia. That’s my pet.”

  The last swat was on the lowest point of my bottom. I had a kind of mini-orgasm then, my pussy rolling a lovely little ball of happy through itself. I panted, hoping for more.

  Oses disappointed me. “That will do for now. You are wearing such beautiful marks.” He switched the vibrator off.

  My only thought was that it couldn’t be over. Damn it, it was becoming wonderful! “Please, Master? A little more?”

  Oses chuckled. “I love the enthusiasm, pet, but I’m not one to leave bruises or worse.” He patted my ass. He didn’t use any force, but the sting was pretty darned profound where he found welts.

  Okay, I thought, that could do too. I moaned to voice how greatly I enjoyed it.

  “Who’s in charge here, Shalia?” Oses’s tone was light, but there was a dark undercurrent to it that sent ice through my veins.

  “You are, Master,” I whispered.

  He came around the front of the horse. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head up so I looked into his beautifully savage face. His look was steel, which scared and excited me all over again.

  “I’ll forego the pain relief since you are enjoying the effects of the beating so much. If you attempt to push your own agenda again, however, I will send you out of here with a comfortable ass and no orgasm.”

  “Yes, Master,” I whimpered.

  The tough bastard then untethered me from his strapping horse. He lowered me to the floor and stooped down to have a long look at me.

  “Do you require a break yet, pet? Pay attention to the sensations and tell me how you feel.”

  I did as he said, checking not only how bad my ass and legs stung, but also my state of mind. Beyond the heated stinging of my spanked flesh, my being was a roiling mass of arousal. My brain was eager to learn what Oses had in store for me next. I thought I was good to go.

  “I can continue, Master.”

  Oses had studied my expression while I evaluated my well-being. He nodded, content with the answer. “Very well. Crawl to the middle of the floor and kneel as you’ve been taught.”

  I did as he ordered while he crossed to the bed and sat on its edge. My fingers laced at the back of my neck, thrusting my tits out. My legs splayed wide, opening me and showing me off except where the clit pad covered.

  “Satacri, fihul.”

  The vibrations on my clit returned, at full force. I jerked and a cry left my lips. I clenched around the excitement stampeding through me.

  “Quiet, pet. Stay still.”

  Oses sat there and watched me as I knelt before him, shaking under the delicious assault. Spikes of elation drove deep from my clit into my gut, coiling tight until my insides frayed from the tension. I was going to come hard. I hoped. I had an ugly idea that things wouldn’t go how I preferred, however.

  I was right. I was nearing the tip of the peak where orgasm would let loose when Oses said, “Sholt.”

  A flood of tears escaped as the humming ceased. Damned controlling Kalquorians and their teasing. Did they all go to school for this? Each I’d been with had loved to torment me with near climax, only to snatch it away at the last possible second. Dominating bastards. I had an inkling that Oses was the severest example of that mindset too.

  My belly hurt from the interruption. Somehow, I managed to hold as still as my trembling nerves would allow and keep my mouth from calling Oses every name in the book. I had no doubt he would send me to my quarters unfulfilled if I disrespected him in any manner. Sure, I could rub one out on my own, but it wouldn’t be as satisfying as being properly fucked by a Kalquorian.

  “Satacri, werpac.”

  The vibrator cranked up again, at the more sedate level. It didn’t matter. I was too anxious and aroused from all that had led up to that instant. I was already moving up that peak again, albeit a bit slower. I bit my lips to muffle the moans that rose from my pussy to my throat. I tried my best to keep my breath steady and calm the shaking that enveloped me from head to toe. If I could fool Oses into missing how close I was, I’d snag an orgasm before he could stop me. Ah, foolish dreamer that I am.

  Once more I poised before crescendo when the Nobek said, “Sholt.”

  Bitter agony came over me. My pussy shuddered, trying to realize orgasm without stimulation. It wasn’t enough. I was left hanging, more tears drenching my cheeks as I fought to obey this harsh master I’d given myself to.

  I beseeched him with my eyes, pouring my desperation into the gaze. He looked at me, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

  “Satacri, werpac.”

  Shivering ecstasy rose yet again, refusing to believe it would be denied. My libido is a glutton for disappointment. It insisted, this time he’ll let me.

  He watched me with intent, Oses leaned over and grasped my nipple. He squeezed until I hissed with a mixture of anguish and desire. As soon as I reacted, he rubbed the tender bit gently with his thumb, easing the sting. Then he did the same with my other nipple. Squeeze and soothe.

  I panted. Only the threat that I’d go to my room unsatisfied kept me from trying to jump on this cruel and wonderful Nobek, to pull his dicks out of his pants and shove them in my pussy and ass.

  Massaging my tits, Oses said, “Fihul.”

  The vibrations increased. I swear, my eyes crossed as my clit became the center of my universe. All I could feel was the mounting orgasm, growing huge as it tried to power through me, fighting for escape. The silence Oses had commanded was beyond my power. Moans that were almost screams poured from my lips.

  “Sholt.”

  He released my breasts as the vibrations cut off. I wailed as if my heart had been broken, the agonizing need unrealized yet again. I couldn’t stop crying.

  “Shalia?”

  I gasped out an answer between the sobs. “Yes, Master?”

  “What do you want?”

  Ha! Easy enough. How about the tormenting bastard fucking me until I’d come a thousand times? I wanted him to ride me until he split me in two. I wanted him to drill me like he was searching for oil, to jackhammer me like he was taking up a sidewalk, to pound me until his dicks popped out of the top of my skull. I wanted to fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck in all capital letters with exclamation points.

  That was the wish list.

  Even in my state of brutal lust, I understood that wasn’t the answer Oses was after. It was damned hard to think, but I searched for the correct response, which might get me stuffed full of big, fat Kalquorian cocks in short order.

  “I want what my Master wishes of me.”

  The smile that passed over his rough visage lit me up. I ached like hell from unrealized climax, but it was worth it to see how happy I’d made Oses.

  “I hear the truth of that statement in your voice. Congratulations. We’ll both be pleased that you gave me that answer.”

  He stood and moved aside. “Go to the sleeping mat. Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”

  It was good I was expected to crawl, because no way could I walk to that mat though it was only a couple of feet. Even crawling was an effort, my arms so shaky that my elbows kept unhinging. I had the crazy vision of myself powering across the floor with my frantic knees while my face slid over the coarse surface. I’d introduce myself to ev
erybody as ‘Matara Rug Burn’.

  Somehow my elbows held, and I shuffled to the waist-high bedding. I climbed that sleeping mat as if it were Mount Everest. I wasn’t graceful about plopping over, and I didn’t care. I splayed wide open, my whole being centered on my aching pussy and finding the means relieve it.

  Oses stood at the foot of the mat, looming over me with his expression dark and intent. That Nobek was scary as shit, but I didn’t give a fuck. All it cared about was him shoving inside and granting me release.