I grasp my knees with my hands and breathe deeply.
“That’s it, just like I taught you.” Sir’s free hand squeezes my ass as the plug slips inside and its heavy weight adds just the right amount of pressure. “Good girl.”
I preen at his words.
“Now, it’s late.” He pulls a paddle from the armoire. This one is peppered with flat metal studs on one side. He tests its weight in his hands, and his smile tells me he’s satisfied with the result. “I don’t want to have to gag you, so I need you to be perfectly still and not make a sound, little one.”
Ares takes a bundle of rope and unties the knot. The length unravels, brushing my legs as the ends fall to the floor. He has me rest my arms by my side as he wraps the silken red cord around my chest, creating a different type of harness this time, one where both my breasts are pinched painfully between the twines and bound individually with coils of rope so that they ache and pulse with the lack of blood flow. Ares lowers me to the floor, and orders me to lie on my back. From there, he trusses me up, tethering my left leg over the right at a 45-degree angle. My arms are now bound behind me, my legs splayed, and my pussy exposed to him.
With more rope, he fixes me to the rings in the ceiling from the harness around my chest and the ties around my legs. He pulls tightly. I jerk off the ground, rising higher and higher until I reach hip-height. He runs the line to the wall and secures if off with a series of complicated knots. Then Ares takes hold of my free leg, stretching it back at an angle that I’m sure would be uncomfortable for anyone else, but that my body should be used to thanks to ballet. I’m not back to my dancing prime though, and my muscles twinge with pain as he wraps the rope around my neck and tethers it to the leg rope. I wriggle, the cord pinching my skin, my breasts heavy with the lack of blood.
Ares stands back and studies his handiwork. “Jesus Christ, if only they’d let me hang you in the Louvre.”
He runs his hands over my body, squeezing my already tortured breasts. His fingers trail a path over my pubic mound, and then they slip inside. Three at once, right to the last knuckle. I moan and buck my hips, forgetting his instructions to stay perfectly still and perfectly silent.
Thwack. The studded paddle meets my ass. I scream. Ares rakes his blunt fingernails over my skin. My flesh smarts, but beyond that I feel the blow the of the paddle the whole way through my rump. I’m going to be black and blue tomorrow, and I love every second of it.
“I thought I told you to be quiet. Looks like I will have to gag you after all.” He chooses a ball gag from the drawer and returns to my side. “Open wide.”
I do as instructed, opening my mouth to allow him room to slip the ball inside. He buckles it behind my head. “Good girl.”
My Sir dips his finger down my seam, toying with the silver butt plug in my ass. My breathing intensifies, but I remain silent other than that. It’s my aim to please him in all things, and this training isn’t to prepare me for Vladik’s house.No. Today is just for him and me, and I aim to do everything my Sir tells me.
“Does that feel good, my little whore?”
I nod, fighting against my body that’s longing for the freedom of release.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Yes, sir. Please, please fuck me now.
“Not yet, Pet. First, you’re going to be punished.”
Oh, God.Why do I love those words so much?
He grabs one of the ropes suspending me from the ceiling and leans his weight into it. I swing back and forth, and the plug inside me shifts with my movements as I clench my cheeks together. Ares pulls a black massaging wand from the floor and turns it on. The deep rumbling buzz makes my toes clench, and my whole body tenses up as he places it directly on my clit. I scream behind my gag, because the sensations are too much. But my Sir is anything but merciful.
I shake in my restraints and beg for him to stop. Hot tears spring from my eyes and stream across my face, meeting the sweat from my hairline. My neck hurts, all the blood has rushed to my head, and my body jerks as if it’s possessed. I never knew a vibrator could cause so much pain, but it’s the only device he needs.
My Sir rolls it slowly over my clit and down my labia. Every turn brings more torture until my body is shaking so violently with the need to come, with the need for it to stop, and the need for me to fill my lungs without the rope impairing my breath.
“Please, please, Sir. Please make it stop,” I scream behind my gag, but the words are indecipherable even to my ears.
“You got stoned with my brother.” Ares thwacks me with the paddle again. The pain is blinding; it halts my breath, and a strangled cry rips free of my throat. I wasn’t even aware he’d picked it up. “You lied to me about it.”Thwack.Thwack. “You left my bed and roamed my house when it’s not safe to do so.”Thwack.Thwack.Thwack. “And you came on my fucking cock without my permission.”Thwack.
The last paddling is so hard, it propels my body forward, and I swing back and forth on my ropes. I’d scream, but I don’t have the breath. I’m stunned by the pain and sheer violence of my Sir.
Ares grips my ass, kneading my flesh, but it hurts. It all hurts.Everything. I knew he was capable of tremendous cruelty, but that’s not what this is. This is punishment, designed to ensure I don’t forget.
With the paddle gone, Ares picks up the vibrator again. I shake my head, but the rope prevents it. I twist my lower body, trying to escape the intense vibrations. “Don’t fight it, Pet. This will all be over soon, and you’re not going to forget my rules again, are you?”
“No, Sir.” I cry around my gag.
“No.” He rolls the wand over my pubic bone. The plug inside me vibrates too, and I moan. “Good girl. Now if that hungry little pussy of yours wants to come, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
“Please, Sir.”
He clicks a few buttons and the speed intensifies. “I can’t hear you, Pet.”