my terror. Every tool and toy I'd ever used on a playmate flashed through my mind – the clips, the clamps, the whips.
The more creative options.
I stared at the wall in front of me, painted creamy yellow by my Mate. I tried to focus on each brush stroke, rather than the inevitable stroke of the impending flogger.
Finally, the bedroom door closed behind me. I smelled her – the anticipation, the exhilaration, the sweetness between her thighs. My mouth watered and I could only hope she'd make me go down on her.
It wasn't really submitting if I wanted to, I reasoned, but the train of thought that led me down was something I was entirely unprepared to consider at the moment. If I wasn't truly submitting, did that mean none of my subs had submitted either?I never truly did anything they didn't want me to. Did that then mean I had never actually dominated anyone?Never truly topped?
I shook my head and came face to face with Edana's favorite blood red ball gag. The smell of the leather and rubber filled my nostrils, consumed my senses. My cottonmouth returned and I retreated from her, clamped my mouth shut. My heart raced and thundered in my ears as Edana pried my jaw open and fitted the ball between my lips.
I choked and sputtered, gagging on the acrid rubber, convinced I was suffocating, half a second from tearing it out of my mouth when I caught Edana's eye. The slow rise and fall of her chest snapped me out of my panic and I took a deep, cleansing breath through my nose.
Edana tapped my back with her riding crop and I straightened instinctively. "I wasn't sure you could do it."
We locked eyes. "But I think this'll work nicely."
I breathed heavily through my nose, mouth salivating as it hung open. Buck naked in the living room, drooling around a ball gag. Add that to the list of places I never thought I'd be.
She reached behind her and came up with her collar. "You can borrow mine for tonight."
Chin held high, I froze in place as the cool leather closed tightly around my throat.
"You don't move unless I give you permission. Now I just have to decide what to do with you. I brought some tools."She pointed to the pile of leather and acrylic by her feet. "I was thinking the St. Andrew's cross would be a good place to start, but then I decided that I don't want to force your submission. I want you to give it to me willingly."
I nodded in understanding. Strapping me into the cross would only take a minute or two of my compliance. After that, I could rage all I wanted and short of the safe word, I wasn't going anywhere. She wanted me to remake my decision every time I took a breath.
It was the same thing I would have done.
"On your feet, love of mine."
I rose and turned to face her, eyes on the floor.
"I can't decide what to do with you first." She pushed at the pile of toys with her bare foot, spreading it out, letting me see what she'd chosen. "Let's see just how high your pain threshold is, yeah?"
My eyes widened when she pick up her favorite nipple clamps – the ones with the teeth – and reached for me. She pinched my nipple gently first, teasing and caressing. Her fingers crawled against my skin, puckering and tightening the sensitive flesh. The teeth of the first clamp yawned widely as she held it to me, closing abruptly.
I stifled a moan.
Again she pinched and twisted, petted and caressed my other nipple, closing her mouth over me and sucking. An ache developed in my clit as it begged for the same treatment.
She brushed her tongue against me and slipped the clamp on my nipple when my eyes were closed.
I couldn't suppress the moan and my eyes popped open.
She flicked the exposed tips with her fingernail, heightening the bite of the clamp. In one smooth movement, she twisted the tiny knob on the clamps, closing them tighter. Three quick rolls of her fingers sank metal teeth into me. She gave the chain between them a gentle tug.
I cried out at the shot of pain.
"Good. Nice and tight. Wouldn't want them
The more creative options.
I stared at the wall in front of me, painted creamy yellow by my Mate. I tried to focus on each brush stroke, rather than the inevitable stroke of the impending flogger.
Finally, the bedroom door closed behind me. I smelled her – the anticipation, the exhilaration, the sweetness between her thighs. My mouth watered and I could only hope she'd make me go down on her.
It wasn't really submitting if I wanted to, I reasoned, but the train of thought that led me down was something I was entirely unprepared to consider at the moment. If I wasn't truly submitting, did that mean none of my subs had submitted either?I never truly did anything they didn't want me to. Did that then mean I had never actually dominated anyone?Never truly topped?
I shook my head and came face to face with Edana's favorite blood red ball gag. The smell of the leather and rubber filled my nostrils, consumed my senses. My cottonmouth returned and I retreated from her, clamped my mouth shut. My heart raced and thundered in my ears as Edana pried my jaw open and fitted the ball between my lips.
I choked and sputtered, gagging on the acrid rubber, convinced I was suffocating, half a second from tearing it out of my mouth when I caught Edana's eye. The slow rise and fall of her chest snapped me out of my panic and I took a deep, cleansing breath through my nose.
Edana tapped my back with her riding crop and I straightened instinctively. "I wasn't sure you could do it."
We locked eyes. "But I think this'll work nicely."
I breathed heavily through my nose, mouth salivating as it hung open. Buck naked in the living room, drooling around a ball gag. Add that to the list of places I never thought I'd be.
She reached behind her and came up with her collar. "You can borrow mine for tonight."
Chin held high, I froze in place as the cool leather closed tightly around my throat.
"You don't move unless I give you permission. Now I just have to decide what to do with you. I brought some tools."She pointed to the pile of leather and acrylic by her feet. "I was thinking the St. Andrew's cross would be a good place to start, but then I decided that I don't want to force your submission. I want you to give it to me willingly."
I nodded in understanding. Strapping me into the cross would only take a minute or two of my compliance. After that, I could rage all I wanted and short of the safe word, I wasn't going anywhere. She wanted me to remake my decision every time I took a breath.
It was the same thing I would have done.
"On your feet, love of mine."
I rose and turned to face her, eyes on the floor.
"I can't decide what to do with you first." She pushed at the pile of toys with her bare foot, spreading it out, letting me see what she'd chosen. "Let's see just how high your pain threshold is, yeah?"
My eyes widened when she pick up her favorite nipple clamps – the ones with the teeth – and reached for me. She pinched my nipple gently first, teasing and caressing. Her fingers crawled against my skin, puckering and tightening the sensitive flesh. The teeth of the first clamp yawned widely as she held it to me, closing abruptly.
I stifled a moan.
Again she pinched and twisted, petted and caressed my other nipple, closing her mouth over me and sucking. An ache developed in my clit as it begged for the same treatment.
She brushed her tongue against me and slipped the clamp on my nipple when my eyes were closed.
I couldn't suppress the moan and my eyes popped open.
She flicked the exposed tips with her fingernail, heightening the bite of the clamp. In one smooth movement, she twisted the tiny knob on the clamps, closing them tighter. Three quick rolls of her fingers sank metal teeth into me. She gave the chain between them a gentle tug.
I cried out at the shot of pain.
"Good. Nice and tight. Wouldn't want them
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