by Nikki Sex
The doctor took blood samples and spoke calmly, taking a full medical history. Not diabetic? No? Well, there were many reasons for a woman to faint: Pregnancy, anemia, shock, oncoming illness or disease process. He would let Carmen know when he had the results of the blood test.
Both Kurt and Carmen took tests to include Sexually Transmitted Diseases, too. Kurt felt they may as well get that out of the way while the doctor was here.
When the doctor left, Carmen was as serious as Kurt had ever seen her. She was guarded and quiet and her mind was clearly spinning.
"Talk to me, sweetheart," Kurt said, sitting beside her on the bed. With persistence he finally got the story out of her.
"I don’t know if I can do it, Kurt," she said. "I don't know if I can stand being tied up, or cuffed. It is too close to… what happened before. And I could never, ever do the cross again. Once was enough."
Kurt was annoyed with himself because he should have thought of that. Carmen had gotten those scars on a cross just like that one. Kurt made her get up and get dressed, and then they went out for a walk, eventually catching a cab and visiting his favorite Thai restaurant.
Carmen wasn't herself. She was still freaked, and anxious, but Kurt just patiently chipped away. After a particularly yummy bite of Kea Moa chicken he said, "We have hit a road block, sweetheart, nothing more. We'll get around it."
Carmen frowned, and he finally pried her greatest fear out of her. "What if I can't get over this stuff, Kurt?" she said. "What if I can't be the kind of sub you need?"
Kurt had a huge belly laugh over that, and made sure Carmen understood. "First, my friend André will know exactly how to deal with this," he said. "That man is a sexual genius. And second, if you can't change, if I never get to tie you up or cuff you or use any of my toys, I will still want only you. You are exactly what I need. You're far more important than any of that stuff, Carmen."
Carmen gave him the first tentative smile he had seen since she had fainted. "Well, I do think that some of your toys won't be an issue."
Grinning, Kurt raised his eyebrows up and down. "Toys, huh? I can think of a few you might like. Admit it. You're mine, sweetheart, and we both know it. Nothing is going to change that."
By the time they got home, Kurt was satisfied that her dark fears had receded and he had his Carmen back once again.
25. Systematic Desensitization
It's all part of the plan, Kurt thought.
Kurt had Carmen cuffed, chained, and wearing a wide black leather slave collar firmly buckled around her neck. She rested on her forearms on the bed, her legs on the floor, held wide apart with a spreader bar. That gorgeous ass of hers was tilted up and ready for him.
A We-Vibe 3 vibrator was positioned, its horseshoe shape pulsing away on low, stimulating her clit and her G spot simultaneously.
Kurt had made Carmen vulnerable and helpless to his will, and had also used a riding crop on her buttocks, making them a lovely shade of red. The position and the riding crop were things he would enjoy anyway, and yet he was following a script. Other than using the vibrator, he was doing to Carmen exactly as Robert Ellis had done.
Kurt had seen a little of that video, and he was following André's advice by using systematic desensitization of the things that terrified her. He had explained to Carmen that he needed to use similar cuffs, actions and positions. It made him feel like a complete asshole, and yet he was hard as rock.
"Are you ready for me, Carmen?" he said in a husky voice.
"Oh, God, yes," she said.
"I cropped that ass of yours well, didn’t I? It's so red. I can feel the heat from it." Kurt had used extra lube. He put the head of his cock against her tight rear entry, firmly gripped her hips, and slowly moved into her.
Carmen groaned, but the sound was tinged with pleasure as she relaxed her ring and stretched to accommodate him. It took a little time, but eventually he was inside her balls deep.
Jesus she was so hot and tight around his aching thickness.
Once he was there, Kurt didn’t move, instead he bent over her body, and lightly caressed her breasts and nipples with both hands.
"Do you like my cock in your ass, Carmen?" he asked, an erotic whisper in her ear.
"Yes, Kurt," she said. "I really do."
"Those cuffs aren’t bothering you now are they?"
"No," she said with a strangled giggle. "You ah, have kind of taken my mind off the cuffs, Kurt. In fact right now, being constrained to your will is making me seriously hot."
"Good girl," he murmured, then nibbled along her neck, the way he knew she loved. As a sub she had once enjoyed being confined, but thanks to Ellis such was now associated with pain and entrapment.
Carmen was still genuinely petrified of being handcuffed. He could have overruled her when they had started this scene, but that wasn't his way. He liked his subs to beg for the things he wanted to do to them. Besides, too many choices had been taken away from her already. Thus it had taken over an hour and lots of discussion to get past that. The crop had frightened her, too, so he had gone really easy.
Their blood results had come back, all was well with both of them. It seemed that Carmen had fainted from shock upon seeing that X frame.
Kurt had taken a two week vacation in order to spend time with her. Brett could deal with his business. Right now Carmen was far more important.
Hitting the remote to put her vibrator on high pulse, Kurt squeezed her breasts while pulling both of her nipples. "Come for me, Carmen. Come with my dick deep in your ass. Come now."
Kurt had her on the edge, so Carmen exploded, thrashing and squealing beneath him and screaming out his name. Jesus. Her ass squeezed him like a vice. Kurt shut his eyes and took deep breaths, fighting his own orgasm. He switched the vibrator to low, stroking Carmen from her head to her buttocks until she calmed. Then he reached down and gently caressed her engorged clit.
"Oh, God," she said.
"Sensitive?"
"Christ, yes," she said. "It's so tender it hurts."
"That's too bad because I want to play with you and make you come again. This time I'm going to be fucking your sweet ass."
"Oh, Kurt, that wasn't a mild orgasm – that was a big deal. Honestly, I don’t know if I can go again so soon. "
He laughed. "You don’t think so?" Kurt began to drive himself in and out of her then, and he flicked the vibrator up slightly.
Carmen squealed, thrashing her head back and forth. Was that pleasure, or pain? Whatever. It would be pleasure soon enough.
Kurt gave her collar a tug and Carmen moaned. "You like this collar, don't you Carmen?"
"Yes, Kurt."
He twisted it slightly, raising her head. That really did it for her for some reason. Now why was that exactly? Carmen whimpered and licked her lips. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes glazed and heavy-lidded from orgasm.
"You like that you belong to me, don’t you Carmen? That I own you. I can do whatever I want with you, can't I? You exist to serve and please me."
"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped and he felt her ass tighten on his cock as her womb clenched in response.
"I want my cunt to come for me again. Right now," he demanded, stroking her throbbing clit until she quickened once more, sobbing and crying out. That collar and his words about ownership were the trigger, he knew. He hadn't even needed to turn up the vibrator.
Kurt firmly grasped her hips and buttocks, his thick fingers pressed hard into her flesh. He pushed in and out a few more times, giving himself relief. "I love to see you climax, Carmen," he said. "I love to feel it, too. I control every orgasm. Your body obeys me. And I want you to climax again."
Kurt turned the vibrator up to mid range. Carmen's whole body stiffened as her swollen, tender clit and her G spot was assaulted by more sensation.
"Kurt," she moaned. "It's too much. I can't!"
He wrapped one hand in her hair, and pulled her head back. "You can and you will. Tell me what you are going to do for me, Carmen.
"
"Oh, fuck," she said. "I'm going to come for you."
"You are cuffed to my will, sweetheart," he said thickly. "You are spread wide open, just the way I like it. You can't even move. I can do anything I want, can't I? Because you belong to me."
"Yes, oh yes, God!"
"Your body is mine, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes!"
"I'm going to use it exactly as I like for my pleasure."
Carmen gave a deep moan. Kurt felt exactly when the tender, aching sensitivity of her sex turned to bliss as her body relaxed, and then tightened again.
He put the vibrator on high pulse once more. With one hand pulling her hair, he rode her hard, driving himself in and out of her. "I want another orgasm, Carmen. Come now. Squeeze that tight butt, baby. I want to feel it."
If anything this climax was the strongest yet. Carmen shrieked and bucked, thrusting her taut little ass up, impaling herself on his cock. Her aftershocks went on for some time. When she had calmed down he made her quicken just once more, although she was hyper-sensitive and sore, and kept apologizing because she felt entirely incapable of orgasm.
Kurt wanted to underscore the point he was making.
Words were not enough. This was a physical message that he was in complete control. Carmen's body obeyed him because he had mastered her. She was his.
Carmen's legs were trembling with tension from being in this position for too long. She was exhausted, but that was okay. He would massage her after. Meanwhile he caressed her with his hands, stroking and rubbing her back, her shoulders and hips. He used soft words of praise and encouragement, coaxing her to accept more. Telling her how much she was pleasing him.
"I'm really going to fuck you now, Carmen," he said once she had settled. "I want to empty myself inside you, and shoot my jizz right up into your ass. Would you like that?"
"Yes, yes, please," she begged. "Fuck me. I need you to come."
"I will," he said sternly, "but I won't give it to you until I feel you climax one more time. You want it, don’t you? You need your Dom's semen deep inside, don’t you?"
Carmen moaned and writhed beneath him.
"Do you want to come for me, Carmen?" he asked, making his voice a caressing purr.
"Yes," she sobbed, tears of exertion and emotion were running down her cheeks. She was panting, sweating and trembling, yet good submissive that she was, she was still straining to serve him. "Yes, Kurt, yes."
He bit between her neck and shoulder, teasing her soft skin with his tongue. Playing with her breasts and nipples, he rocked his cock inside her. Then he switched the G spot and clit vibrator to pulse high. With a feral snarl, Kurt drove himself into her, fast and deep in powerful measured thrusts. He wouldn’t last long. As Kurt felt her pre-orgasmic ball of tension gather he growled, "Now, Carmen, come now!"
Screaming, Carmen obeyed him. Her buttocks squeezed his throbbing cock in time with her convulsing womb as an orgasm rolled through her, shattering her completely.
Kurt had been holding his orgasm back for so long that his vision darkened as he climaxed, jetting into her in literally blinding pulses of release.
26. Perverts
Kurt lay upon Carmen for a few moments, while he got himself together.
Then he got up and uncuffed the spreader bar from her ankles. He lifted her onto the bed on her stomach, removed the We-Vibe, and cleaned her with a washcloth and a towel he had out for that purpose. He had used her hard and now the poor woman was quivering and boneless.
Leaving her fur-lined handcuffs on; Kurt moved the chain so that she was still firmly restrained to the bed head, with her arms over her head.
By God, Carmen was going to have some really happy associations connected with those damn cuffs if Kurt had anything to do with it.
Kurt started to massage her, from her ankles and feet, to her calf muscles, then moving up to her thighs. He was in no hurry, and his thick fingers searched for every knot. Carmen moaned and groaned with pleasure.
"You are so good to me," she said, her soft, dreamy voice muffled by the mattress.
Kurt chuckled. The sound of piano music filled the air – another of André's ideas. Kurt switched it off. "We're good to each other, sweetheart," he said.
"Do you ever think that we are sicko perverts, Kurt?" Carmen murmured.
"Because of the control I have over you? Or because of your burning need to satisfy my wicked animal desires?" he added wryly.
"That and other things…"
Kurt smiled and lay on top of her for a moment, pulling himself close against her. "You and I both like all those "other things," he whispered seductively near her ear. "André Chevalier showed me a study published in the Journal of Psychology and Human Sexuality. Extensive studies showed no evidence that D/s is proof of mental illness. In fact, in comparison to other populations, people in the lifestyle are well adjusted. The theory is that because we happily act out our shit, we are more emotionally and mentally stable."
Carmen's head was turned, and Kurt was just able to press a kiss her lips. "Kink is like sexual orientation; neither right nor wrong. We are the way we are."
He hugged her. "You, my dear Carmen, need and want to be dominated. I need and want to dominate you, so aren’t we the lucky ones? The heart wants what the heart and soul craves. People cannot – and should not – be treated to cure D/s. Sorry, sweetheart, there is no cure." He smiled and nuzzled his face in her neck. She inhaled in a gasp and snickered, exactly as he had intended.
"It's best that we both just give into it," he whispered, breathing into her ear. Carmen giggled.
Kurt started up massaging her once more, pleased by the smile of contentment on her face. He saw when his cell rang, as it lit up. He had it sitting on the end table on silent.
Kurt hopped off the bed and picked up. "André," Kurt said as he answered the phone. "Just a sec." He glanced at Carmen, who hadn't moved. "Carmen," he said. "I want to take this call. You'll be alright if I go to another room for a moment? Ordinarily I would never leave you alone while chained up."
Her head rose just slightly and she smiled at him. The sight of her dreamy happiness and that gorgeous smile made his chest tighten. "I'm good," she said.
He nodded. "I won’t be long," he said and walked out of the room and into the hall.
"Mon ami," Andre said. "I call to check the progress you make. Have you done as I asked?"
"To the letter, André," Kurt said. "Carmen has a safe word, "Yankee's," not that I can imagine her ever using it."
"Bon."
"I have been playing that piano music you sent with the subliminal sound of the single tailed whip. When I play it I make sure she gets lots of orgasms. That music made her fucking edgy and anxious as hell at first, but I have to admit, she seems able to accept it better already. Are you sure I shouldn’t tell her?"
"Not yet, non," André said. "Let her subconscious process, as it must for now. The logical mind knows she is safe with you. I will tell her when you come to me."
"I have also been using handcuffs. They made her fucking nervous as hell initially, but it seems better. She is having those nightmares," Kurt said, "and that damn cross is sitting in our bedroom, so I guess she is getting used to it, too. I've also gotten her to sit in the playroom, and touch the equipment she feels comfortable with, just letting her edge her way into things."
"Bon, and the recording of Carmen?" André asked. "You have seen it?"
"I've seen a little bit of it. I don't want to watch anymore, André," Kurt said irritably. "I'm getting nightmares myself. I'm constantly plotting how to kill that guy, I swear."
"Ah, you do not watch it, and yet this woman is yours, no?"
Kurt sighed, and remained silent, knowing exactly where André was going. The shit on that video had disturbed Kurt, more than he ever thought it could have.
"Carmen is courageous," André said. "I admire her very much, yet she is incomplete. She longs to serve her true master. This master must be as bold and dar
ing as the slave, or he does not deserve her, n'est pas?"
"I'll finish watching the damn thing," Kurt said feeling a strange tension growing inside. "But I won't call her slave, and she never has to call me master," he snapped vehemently. "I don't care about the desensitization bit. I may dominate her in bed, but she's my equal, André. Maybe even my superior. Either way she's my partner. Carmen will never be anyone's slave ever again."
André laughed. It was a carefree, joyous and light-hearted sound and there was not the slightest hint of condescension in it. "Eh bien," he said. "Very affecting, my friend. You are passionate about this woman, and I do so love the passions. Who wants to go through life feeling little or nothing? Carmen is good for you."
Kurt felt himself relax. "She sure is."
"Tell me the truth, Kurt," André said. "Do you seek to deceive me or yourself? What is the real reason you do not see this video of Carmen?"
There was a long silence and then Kurt said, "Fuck, André. How can I look at that? Carmen is confined against her will and I am sitting there watching while getting a massive hard-on. It's all wrong."
"Oui, of a certainty this much is true," André said. "Do you feel guilty for being a man? You are dominant, and this evil pig Ellis dominated Carmen. It was perverse, yes, and a black sin for her submission was taken from her and not freely given. And yet a beautiful woman, a woman you care for, yielded sexually. There is no shame in it, mon ami. It is the natural reaction of your physical body. Have you spoken to Carmen of this?"
"Should I?"
"Mais oui! Have I not said that it is best to begin a relationship in the way you intend to go on? Do not let her imagine that you are perfect." He gave a dark chuckle. "We both know this is not true. Of course you must wait for the right moment, when she is well slept, well fed and at her greatest ability to cope. You know these things already."
Kurt sighed. "I hate making her revisit this shit."
"Yes," André said, "she fears the cuffs, the cross and the whip, but she will get past this. Such problems, even with time, do not go away on their own. They must be addressed. As discussed, you have been having sex with her as he did, oui?"
