The Other End of the Leash Page 8

  Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.

  “I will punish you for it later.” With that, I left her standing in the bathroom and walked out.

  All through the day, I’d check on her. She wrote in her journal, made dinner, did some cleaning and read a book. I’d whisper to her, “Later.” I loved the way she’d tense up when I said it. The anticipation was thrilling for me and I hoped it was for her.

  I got some work done, but the rest of the day was spent planning our evening. We’d had a great session, but she’d had an orgasm without permission. While I enjoyed a submissives orgasm and rarely asked women to control them, I could tell from the look on her face that she felt she’d done something wrong. I’d enjoyed our scene, but I wanted to push her, to push myself.

  We ate a delicious dinner, with me feeding her the entire meal. My cock was hard while we ate as I thought of the things I was going to do to her.

  Once we’d finished dinner and the dishes, I stood next to the basement door. “Now,” was all I said as I clipped the leash to the collar around her neck.

  Her breath hitched and she nodded her head. I opened the door to the basement and followed her down. She didn’t seem afraid this time.

  In the center of the playroom, I’d placed a stockade. I took a small remote from a shelf, pushed a button and lowered a hook from a ceiling. Though the basement only had a 9 foot ceiling, suspension was still possible, so I’d installed a winch. I’d used it for rope play in the past, suspending my submissives from it to flog and fuck. It could hold 500 pounds.

  I ran the hook through a link in her leash. It held her there, though there was plenty of slack. I’d retract it to the perfect height when I had her in position. Pulling on the metal of the leash near her neck, I bent her into position for the stockade. She placed her hands there without being told. I closed the top, trapping her head and arms.

  I let the feeling set in as I stroked her cheek. She didn’t seem nervous, as she stood there, bent over. I loved how helpless she was. I could do anything to her and I would.

  Opening the top drawer of my toy tool chest, I pulled out an O-ring gag. It had a large metal circle that was inserted in the mouth, held in place by a strap around the head. Once in, the submissive was unable to close her mouth. I planned on fucking her face, and though she’d never stopped sucking me, I loved the idea that her mouth was just a fuck hole.

  She didn’t hesitate when I put it on her, though drool started to drip from her lips and make a string onto the floor. I loved how she looked already, but there was so much more to do. Pressing a button on the remote, the hook started to retract, pulling the leash with it.

  Soon her head was pulled back making her look straight at me, her neck craned, and her mouth ready to be fucked.

  “I should just fuck your face for hours, but I don’t think that would teach you anything,” I said, running my knuckles over her cheek. “Nope. I think you need to get it out of your system.”

  I ran my hand over her hair and down her back as I began circling her. My hand went down her spine to her ass. “Spread your legs,” I commanded. She was already bent in order to be in the stockade, having her spread her legs would make things a bit awkward. I didn’t think she’d be able to hold the position for more than 45 minutes, an hour tops.

  Once she’d spread her legs I took a small stand that somewhat resembled a guitar stand and placed it between her legs. It was specially made to fit a hitachi wand. Taking the wand from my drawer, I turned it on and placed it in the stand. I raised it so that it was pressed tightly against clit, her pussy lips cupping the head of the wand.

  If she raised herself up, she could get some relief, but with her head locked in the stockade, she would have been able to get completely away.

  Once again circling her body, I moved to her face. She watched as I stepped out of my pants and pressed my cock against her cheek. I drug it over her soft skin until I got to her puffy lips. Without warning, I drove myself into her mouth. I fucked her for a few minutes. She was choking every now and then when my cock touched the back of her throat, but her body was moving in other ways. She was bucking her hips. I could tell she was close to orgasm. I kept my cock in her mouth as she came hard, her body going rigid, then slack as the orgasm passed. This was the place where most women would sigh and relax, but she couldn’t do that. The Hitachi wand made sure of that.

  It made my dick swell even more to watch her squirm to get away from it, but I had the wand at just the right height, and there was nowhere for her to go. I went back to what I was doing, and that was fucking her face while her next orgasm built. It came, and it came hard, but not as hard as her third and fourth. Her head thrashed from side to side when the fifth one came and she was making a cross between a scream and a gurgling noise at the sixth. I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. The pleasure had to be so intense it was painful.

  I waited for her sixth orgasm to stop before I pulled from her mouth. We’d been going for over a half hour. There was a huge puddle of her saliva on the floor and I’d yet to orgasm. She just wasn’t able to lick and suck like she normally did with the O-ring gag in place. It wasn’t about that. I wanted to come from her pussy anyway. I knew what it would be like now that it had suffered through six back to back orgasms.

  Slowly I walked behind her and reached for the wand. I heard her sigh. Rather than turn it off, I clicked the button to turn the speed up. There was a strangled scream that came from her that rocked me to the core. I nearly came like a teenage virgin feeling pussy for the first time. I leaned closer to her, her body now shaking as she panted. “I’ll stop it if you promise to ask for permission to come.”

  Again, she let out a strangled scream. I wasn’t sure if she was agreeing or protesting. That was the one problem with her living as a pet. There was no talking, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t ask for permission.

  I stepped back in front of her and placed my hand on my chest. I moved it in a circular motion. “Please,” I said.

  Her eyes were wide.

  “Say it, take your hand, rub your chest like this, and say please.”

  Again, she looked at me with wide eyes and a sense of panic on her face. Her hands were in the stockade and there was no way she could touch her chest, let alone do the sign for please.

  “Oh, you’re going to come again?”

  She nodded her head fast.

  “And you want me to turn off the vibrator?”

  Again she nodded, tears streaming down her face.

  “Well, then ask for permission for your orgasm and I’ll turn it off.” I moved directly in front of her and stood right in front of her hand.

  She immediately raised it and began rubbing a circular motion on my chest. She rubbed wildly as her body bucked from the intensity of orgasm number seven. It never went slack after. She just started making these strangled yelps and stretched on her toes trying to get away from the punishment of the wand head.

  I moved from her and switched off the wand, my chest still tingling from where her soft warm hands had rubbed it. Instantly, her head fell forward and she panted, letting the string of saliva continue to fall to the floor.

  I let her stay in that position as I loosened the strap on the gag, and gently removed it from her mouth.

  She licked her lips and closed her mouth, but of course said nothing. She didn’t move when I opened the wood of the stockade, nor when I removed her right hand.

  I closed the wood, leaving her left hand and head still trapped. “I’m going to fuck you now Raven. I’m going to fuck you for as long as I want. You’re going to come for me, but not unless you have permission. Do you know how to ask for permission?”

  She nodded her head, moved her hand to her own chest and rubbed it in a circle.

  “Good girl. You can rub your chest or mine. It works the same, but you’re not to come until you are given permission. If you do that again, we will do this again, and go ten orgasms. That was seven.”

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bsp; She nodded her head.

  “I’m not going to stop until my cock is satisfied. If you need to safeword, you know what to say.” She nodded. “Or you can do this.” I showed her the sign for stop. My right hand chopping onto my left. “Though you can just do this.” I made the chopping motion on my chest. Feeling that she had all the tools she needed, and not wanting to ruin the moment any more, I moved behind her.

  I knew she was exhausted, but my cock had never been more ready. I moved the Hitachi out of the way and stood behind her. Running my fingers up her slit, I could feel how engorged and swollen her lips were. I pressed my middle finger into her and groaned at the tightness. I wasn’t even sure my cock would fit. I’d make it fit. That would be half the fun.

  She was wet, but not as wet as I’d have expected after seven orgasms. I supposed there was a point where the wetness stopped, but she was wet enough I didn’t have to add lube.

  I pulled out my finger and ran the tip of my cock over her slit. I pushed it against her clit and she jumped. “Mmmm, this is going to be a fun ride.”

  I’d intended to ram my cock in full force, but when I pushed, it barely moved. She was swollen that tight. Inch by inch, I moved into her. She whimpered the entire time. It was fucking hot. Once in fully, I pulled back and drove myself in again. She screamed and pulled at the stockade. Her scream was so genuine I actually considered stopping. I looked at her hand and it was holding onto the stockade. She wasn’t calling red, and I wasn’t stopping.

  I closed my eyes and let loose. I pounded the fuck out of her pussy. My hands held onto her hips, her tits, her hair, anything I could to drive in deeper, harder. The entire time she screamed, her body moving and wriggling trying to get away from the punishment. I was loving every minute of it. I’d never pushed a woman this far.

  I’d hoped to fuck her for hours, realistically a half an hour, but she was so tight, her nipples so hard, her screams so intoxicating that I knew I wouldn’t make it but ten minutes. She seemed to be fighting an orgasm of her own. It wouldn’t be surprising. Despite how sore she was, she’d be hypersensitive.

  I saw her hand move to her chest and she began circular motions. “Oh, you want to come pet? You want to come all over my cock?” I thrust hard with each word.

  Her hand moved frantically and she let out a strangled cry.

  “Yes, pet. You may come.”

  There was an exhale of relief and not even ten seconds later, her pussy clamped down on mine as she let out a wail of what might have been pain, but could have been ecstasy.

  It was all my cock could take. I’d planned on pulling out and shooting my cum all over her face while she was trapped in the stockade. I wanted to watch it run down her face and onto the floor, but I knew I wouldn’t make it. Instead, I pulled out and marked her back. I loved how it left a little puddle in the small of her back. I knew when she stood, it would drip down between her cheeks and run over her asshole. That thought had me hard again. It had all happened so fast, she’d felt so good, I needed to come again. This time I’d be able to hold off a lot longer, or so I hoped.

  I slowly entered her, causing her to groan. I could see her through the mirror on the wall she was facing. Her eyes had been closed, but they’d opened the moment I re-entered her. I started slow, but within a minute, I was pounding hard and fast again. Once again, she was crying out with each thrust, each slap of her ass or pull of her breast. Whenever my hand went anywhere near her clit, she would buck and cry out.

  “Your body is for my pleasure pet, remember that,” I growled.

  Reaching out, I took the Hitachi from the stand and held it in my hand. I reached around and pressed it to her clit. It was like she was being electrocuted. She screamed and tried to move away. I slapped her ass hard with the other hand. “STAY STILL!” I shouted.

  She tried to still her movement, but still her body bucked involuntarily. It felt so good on my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last long. When her hand began to signal please, asking for permission, I granted it. I held still in her as she came on my cock for a second time. When I wasn’t moving, I was able to appreciate it much more fully.

  There was the sucking feeling I’d come to associate with female orgasms, but this time I was able to observe the tiny quivers as well the rolling sensation of the muscles. It brought me so close to my own climax, I was afraid I wouldn’t make it, but I did.

  I switched off the Hitachi and dropped it on the floor before moving to her front. I picked up her hand that wasn’t restrained and held it in mine. “Stroke me.” My large hand covering her smaller one, moved up and down my cock. I was nearly there before she touched me, and within a few seconds, I was ready to burst. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and held her head so her face was up. “Open wide pet,” I groaned a moment before jets of hot cum shot at her face. A bit got in her mouth, but most of it coated her face. Her cheeks were shiny wet with cum as was one eyelid, some of her hair and her forehead.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful,” I said stepping back admiring her cum covered face.

  I thought I saw her smile before her head dropped forward again, hanging in the stockade.

  “You served me well,” I said, removing the top of the stockade so she was no longer restrained.

  She didn’t move. I saw her legs shaking and knew I had pushed her body way beyond its limits. She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

  “Okay Raven,” I said, moving to a stainless steel dresser against the far wall. In the top drawer were sheets and blankets. I grabbed one and unfolded it. I lay it over her back, the puddle of my cum, instantly making a wet spot.

  I left the sheet there a moment and I saw her try to stand up. She swayed and I caught her. “I’ve got you, honey,” I said, scooping her into my arms. I carried her from the dungeon, leaving the mess behind and walked into my game room. I sat down with her on the couch. Using the corner of the sheet, I wiped some of the cum off of her face, at least from her eyes, nose and mouth.

  She sat on my lap, her head against my chest. Her body was trembling and it wasn’t getting better, it was getting worse.

  I’d seen this before, and I’d seen it where my submissives couldn’t talk. I started to lift her off of me and to my surprise, she grabbed on. “Raven, sweetie, I need to put you down. I’ll be right back. I promise. I’ll be gone no more than five minutes.”

  She seemed to think that was all right, because when I tried to move her again, she let me. I placed her on the couch and stood. She’d curled into a ball wrapped in the sheet. She was still shaking. I didn’t want to leave her, but I knew what she needed.

  I cursed myself for not having the supplies downstairs, a mistake I wouldn’t make twice. But that didn’t do me any good in the moment. I ran up the stair to the kitchen. I grabbed the bag of beef jerky, the bag of Dove chocolates and then two Gatorades from the fridge. I wasn’t sure which would work for her, sugar or protein, and I knew that she needed fluid. Hell, I needed fluid and I hadn’t come nine times.

  I hurried back to the basement and found her exactly where I’d left her. “Raven,” I said, picking her up and pulling her back onto my lap, though in a more upright position. “Open your mouth.”

  Even in her state, as exhausted as she was, she opened her mouth as if she were going to blow me and leaned forward.

  “Shhh, honey, no, just eat this.” I unwrapped the piece of chocolate and placed it in her mouth. She closed her mouth and then let out a soft moan. I gave her a second piece and then a third, taking one for myself.

  When she’d finished it, she was a bit more alert and she’d stopped trembling.

  “Please eat this,” I said handing her a piece of beef jerky. She nodded and began to eat it. When she’d eaten half of it, I opened the Gatorade and held the bottle to her lips. She took a sip. I handed it to her and she started to down it. I was afraid she’d choke, but she nearly finished the bottle. When she took it from her mouth, she blushed.

  “That’s good. Finish it. And finish your
beef jerky.” I looked over at the clock. Our scene had lasted just over an hour. Her body was exhausted, but we weren’t quite done. I waited for her to finish her beef jerky and the Gatorade. I drank mine as well.

  I opened one last piece of chocolate. “Open,” I said and she did, sticking out her tongue. “Good girl,” I said, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “Are you doing well enough to clean up after yourself in the dungeon?”

  She nodded.

  “Good. I want you to clean the floor under the stockade and wipe that down as well. Clean the Hitachi wand and put it on the rolling cart. Do you understand?”

  Again, she nodded.

  “Then when you are finished with that. I want you to go upstairs, take a shower, then come down to the living room and sit with me.”

  I watched her stand, and though she was still shaky on her feet, she walked toward the dungeon. I followed her so I could give her what she needed. I took a white towel from a drawer and gave her some sanitizing spray.

  “I’ll see you upstairs,” I said and left her in the dungeon, though a huge part of me just wanted to carry her to my bed and let her rest there while I cleaned up the mess. I knew that wasn’t how she operated though, and she’d served me so well, I wanted to treat her as she liked.

  Chapter Six

  Raven

  Kade fed me from his gentle fingers. He clipped the leash onto my collar and was going to use me. My heart beat with excitement as he led me. My heart beat with fear when I saw the stairs. Stairs going down...down…

  Gentle words from Kade and it was safe.

  Stings and thuds, the floggers fell on my body. Canes were harsh. Kade used me. I was happy. Kade made my body feel good. I was lost in thought. It was down, but not like the other down. Kade’s fingers were on me. Kade’s cock. I came. Panic and shame. There would be punishment.

  There was a bath. Warm. Gentle washing.

  I read. I cleaned. I wrote. I cooked. We ate.

  Punishment. Humiliation. Kade fucked my face. I gagged.