Be Careful What You Wish For by Misty Blue

feeling merged as one.
    He stood with fingers wrapped around her jaw, and gently but firmly pushed into her mouth a plastic penis-like mould. It fitted neatly into the silver metal ‘O’ that held her wide and open. He eased it in and then out, feeling her initial panic subside as her body was confused by the throbbing of the egg.
    He repeated the exercise. One part of him wanted to ram it all the way in to make her choke and scream. The other part of him was aroused, needing to know the experience, to have that same feeling of someone over him while he lay helpless and bound.
    Once more she struggled, trying to remove the object with her tongue, unable to move her head because of the clamp. Her body relaxed the moment he withdrew, and returned to the sensation of the vibrator below. This time when he inserted it he took hold of the leather gag to which it was attached, and holding the ‘penis’ in her mouth, fastened the ends tight.
    Immediately Abi was heaving and retching as the thing inside her mouth reached the back of her throat. She felt suffocated, trapped, vulnerable, and yet at the same time strangely enjoyed the powerlessness it offered.
    Shadow’s response was to turn up the vibration in the eggs. Her jaw relaxed as her mouth accepted the intruder, while her body and mind drew once more to the avalanche of feeling that caught her in giant waves of emotion.
    He watched her thrashing, listened to her garbled messages thrown out of a mouth too full, trying to squash his own desires and hold them for a later time. It was a turn on to watch someone else, and it made all the difference in the world knowing what it felt like, understanding, finding out how feelings became associated with the pleasure-pain experience, and exactly how to make that happen, how to take control.
    Presently he lifted her legs from their clamps, and releasing her hands turned her over onto her stomach. Again he let her head hang over the edge of the couch, binding her arms securely. He pushed her knees under her in the submissive position so that her body arched, clamping her legs wide. Holding the base of her spine firmly down he raised her butt and took from the wall behind him a small whip, swiping it suddenly and sharply against the smooth pale skin.
    Pain jolted her out of her reverie, her senses confused by the unexpected mix of pain working in tandem with the pleasure the quivering of the eggs gave inside. But the pain was winning. The whip struck again... and again... and again. She wanted it to stop. She needed it to continue. Rivulets of tears flowed down her cheeks and yet she remained deeply aroused.
    Shadow smoothed the whip between her buttocks, holding it, feeling her tremble in anticipation of what she thought would come.
    But he was playing with her, teasing her emotions. Two fingers entered her anus, setting a rhythm of their own. His fingers flooded with her juices, and he inserted a second vibrator, watching the way it lifted her over the edge and into a place he could no longer reach or share with her.
    He stood back, knowing she was utterly disorientated. He made no further effort to touch, to hold. Instead he let feelings take over, leading her deeper and deeper into a place where only the truly submissive might go; the place known by the few as sub-space. And he allowed those feelings to go unchecked, to carry her on this special journey within.
    Finally he removed sodden leather from around her mouth, the plug, and the silver metal ‘O’. She moaned softly, still in a place far off, deep within, unaware of her surroundings and a part of, yet apart from the now subdued writhing as her body grew still. He proceeded gently to take away all instruments and clamps and eggs, until she lay exhausted, still feeling the sensation even though all reason for it had gone.
    Tenderly he carried her to the bathroom, where he gently washed her, and then to the bed where they lay naked together. Still deeply