“And only when I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She howls when I snap the band.
I switch to the other foot. “What else are you going to do to show you’re a good sub?”
“Anything you say.”
“You’re going to be a good girl tomorrow and do what good girls do.”
“Okay. Like w-what?”
I snap the rubber band. For a few seconds, she sobs.
“Figure it out,” I tell her.
Picking up the vibrator, I turn it back on and hold it to her clit and pussy while I tug on the rubber band.
“P-Please,” she gasps.
“Do you need your safe word, princess?”
She remains quiet.
I pull the band more. “Do you?”
She hesitates, then murmurs a weak “no, Sir.”
Impressive. I release the band. She lets out a wail. I turn the vibrator up.
“Come nice and good,” I instruct.
It takes her a little while to switch from registering pain to registering pleasure. To assist, I sink two fingers into her snatch. She moans. Soon she starts squirming and then convulsing. Removing the vibrator and my fingers, I watch her belly go in and out and the area of her perineum flex.
“One more time,” I say and replace the vibrator and sink my fingers back into her hot, wet pussy.
Aided by the adrenaline still in her body, she comes again forcefully. My cock stiffens as her pussy ripples against my fingers. She strains against her bonds and shudders every time my fingers move. I turn off the vibrator and wipe her cum on her bottom before setting aside the vibrator.
The audience applauds as I remove the rubber bands and undo the rope. Scooping Casey into my arms, I sit down in the chair with her in my lap. She appears in a daze, possibly in subspace. I sit quietly with her head against my shoulder. The scene done, the audience turns their attention elsewhere.
“You took your punishment well, princess,” I tell Casey as I start to massage her feet.
She sighs, then replies, “I know.”
Another minute of silence passes.
“That was…” she begins, “amazing.”
Her body no longer feels weak against me, and I eventually set her on her feet. “You can get dressed now.”
She does while I wipe down my implements and pack them away.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” she tells me. “I’ll meet you back at our table.”
While I wait for Casey, I review how easy it would be to simply drive her to my place. We could lose her bodyguard or find a convenient way to shoot him. This has got to be the easiest kidnapping job.
A couple approaches me, and the woman asks, “You and your sub into swinging?”