that you were—selling the place,” he said, not answering my question.
Of course I’d thought of selling the place. Selling it and moving up to Seattle with him. But he hadn’t asked me yet. I just hoped he would, so yeah, I’d thought about it.
“ No need to get your panties in a twist. I can remove it before I leave and repair the hole if it’s a problem.” He pressed his clothed body against my naked one and inserted a finger in my pussy. Swirling it about, dipping it in and out, rubbing my clit with his wet digit as he pulled it up to his mouth and sucked my juices from it. “I’d rather spend my time here on this hole of yours, but it’s up to you.”
He stepped away, leaving me trembling at his absence and craving his hands on me again. His warm breath in my ear, the warmth of him. I wanted it all back. But Quentin always said for every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid and that’s what I must do. Pay for it.
“ Arms over your head.”
I did as he requested and he ran the ropes that hung from my wrists through the eye hook in the ceiling. Then I could feel him attach the hook in my ass to some rope. It tugged and I felt it go farther up my ass and I groaned.
“ Tell me if it hurts. I don’t mean if it’s uncomfortable. I mean if it hurts.”
I groaned again. “Yes, Sir.” The thing with anal play for me was that it always involved as much pain as pleasure. It was a wicked double-edged sword and my Master knew it. No, it didn’t hurt like it was injuring me, but it hurt all the same. The good thing was my body usually adjusted to it after a time and it began to feel good. But before it happened, it was a lot of fucking “unpleasantness.”
“ All right. We’re almost set up. The next thing we need to do to get ready is I need you to stand up on your tiptoes.”
I lifted myself up onto the balls of my feet, unsure why he was doing that.
“ Spread your legs farther apart. I need access to that delicious little cunt of yours.”
My heart beat faster, but I shuffled my feet a few more inches apart.
“ That’s it. Now hold still. I’m going to rig these ropes.” He tested the ropes a few ways, and I could tell by what he was doing that he was going to have me stand on my tiptoes, then make the rigging so that when I had to drop down on my heels the hook in my rear slid farther inside, making me fuck myself with it. Bastard.
But I was willing to play his game, or at least try it. I did have a safeword. I’d never used it, but Quentin knew it and I trusted that if I ever wanted to stop, he would. I believed that with my whole heart. I had to.
“ Okay, so stretch your feet out, take a minute, then I want you to get back up on those toes and I’ll set the final tension on the ropes.”
Pressing my toes into the ground, I exhaled and lifted my heels off the ground. When I was a kid I’d spent a lot of time walking on my toes, so this shouldn’t be too hard.
Then Quentin headed for the kitchen.
“ Hey, where are you going?”
“ You’ll see.”
I heard him rattling around in a drawer.
He came back into the room carrying a pair of forks. I wasn’t sure if this was a good or a bad thing. In my experience with him, it could be either.
When he approached me, he squatted and did something on the floor underneath me. After he stood, I saw what he was up to.
He’d set one fork under each foot, tines up, so that if I leaned my feet back to rest on the floor, the flesh of my heels would be stabbed by those demon forks. Damn that man.
“ Quentin! That’s not fair!”
“ Would you like to use your safeword? Over a little fork—one that’s not even touching you?” he taunted.
I remained quiet, but I was fuming.
“ Now darling, don’t be like that.” He twisted the anal hook in my butt, making a show of testing how taut the ropes were. Then he stood behind me, one leg between mine, careful not to step on the forks, and started massaging my breasts.
“ Such big,
Of course I’d thought of selling the place. Selling it and moving up to Seattle with him. But he hadn’t asked me yet. I just hoped he would, so yeah, I’d thought about it.
“ No need to get your panties in a twist. I can remove it before I leave and repair the hole if it’s a problem.” He pressed his clothed body against my naked one and inserted a finger in my pussy. Swirling it about, dipping it in and out, rubbing my clit with his wet digit as he pulled it up to his mouth and sucked my juices from it. “I’d rather spend my time here on this hole of yours, but it’s up to you.”
He stepped away, leaving me trembling at his absence and craving his hands on me again. His warm breath in my ear, the warmth of him. I wanted it all back. But Quentin always said for every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid and that’s what I must do. Pay for it.
“ Arms over your head.”
I did as he requested and he ran the ropes that hung from my wrists through the eye hook in the ceiling. Then I could feel him attach the hook in my ass to some rope. It tugged and I felt it go farther up my ass and I groaned.
“ Tell me if it hurts. I don’t mean if it’s uncomfortable. I mean if it hurts.”
I groaned again. “Yes, Sir.” The thing with anal play for me was that it always involved as much pain as pleasure. It was a wicked double-edged sword and my Master knew it. No, it didn’t hurt like it was injuring me, but it hurt all the same. The good thing was my body usually adjusted to it after a time and it began to feel good. But before it happened, it was a lot of fucking “unpleasantness.”
“ All right. We’re almost set up. The next thing we need to do to get ready is I need you to stand up on your tiptoes.”
I lifted myself up onto the balls of my feet, unsure why he was doing that.
“ Spread your legs farther apart. I need access to that delicious little cunt of yours.”
My heart beat faster, but I shuffled my feet a few more inches apart.
“ That’s it. Now hold still. I’m going to rig these ropes.” He tested the ropes a few ways, and I could tell by what he was doing that he was going to have me stand on my tiptoes, then make the rigging so that when I had to drop down on my heels the hook in my rear slid farther inside, making me fuck myself with it. Bastard.
But I was willing to play his game, or at least try it. I did have a safeword. I’d never used it, but Quentin knew it and I trusted that if I ever wanted to stop, he would. I believed that with my whole heart. I had to.
“ Okay, so stretch your feet out, take a minute, then I want you to get back up on those toes and I’ll set the final tension on the ropes.”
Pressing my toes into the ground, I exhaled and lifted my heels off the ground. When I was a kid I’d spent a lot of time walking on my toes, so this shouldn’t be too hard.
Then Quentin headed for the kitchen.
“ Hey, where are you going?”
“ You’ll see.”
I heard him rattling around in a drawer.
He came back into the room carrying a pair of forks. I wasn’t sure if this was a good or a bad thing. In my experience with him, it could be either.
When he approached me, he squatted and did something on the floor underneath me. After he stood, I saw what he was up to.
He’d set one fork under each foot, tines up, so that if I leaned my feet back to rest on the floor, the flesh of my heels would be stabbed by those demon forks. Damn that man.
“ Quentin! That’s not fair!”
“ Would you like to use your safeword? Over a little fork—one that’s not even touching you?” he taunted.
I remained quiet, but I was fuming.
“ Now darling, don’t be like that.” He twisted the anal hook in my butt, making a show of testing how taut the ropes were. Then he stood behind me, one leg between mine, careful not to step on the forks, and started massaging my breasts.
“ Such big,
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