Dominique (34 page)

     
Kate was kneeling on the floor with the cock gag still in place.
 
Paul told her to grip it with her teeth as he looped the nipple clamp chain around the end of the gag.
 
He pushed her head forward and down, demanding that she not let go of the gag.
 
He pinched her nipples to firmness then clamped each of them.
 
Kate moaned softly around the gag, her teeth visibly gripping it.
 
Paul removed the bandana from around his neck and fashioned a blindfold to drop over her wide eyes.

     
Working quickly, he tied Kate’s elbows together behind her.
 
He then encased her down to her wrists with rope, pulling tight and arching her back.
 
He passed the rope from her wrists between her legs, and her pussy lips bulged around a large knot he placed strategically.
 
He then adjusted a couple of the overhead pulleys, threading the rope through two of them, then back down.
 
Ingeniously, he tied the end of the rope into the back of her blindfold, the result meaning any movement of her head would tug on her nipples, or the knot being moved back and forth between the lips of her pussy.
 
The
coup de grace
though was provided when he buckled a butterfly vibrator over her clitoral region, wedged behind the rope.
 
He was now sitting and relaxing on the lounge, sipping his
marguerita
and watching.

     
Kate’s body was dripping with sweat and she was almost constantly shuddering.
 
I was not surprised Dominique was amazed.
 
We both watched as Kate moaned out another muffled orgasm.
 
It was getting hot and I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor.

     
I let Dominique watch while I moved around to her feet to attach the spreader bar.
 
I buckled each end of the bar just above her delicate ankles and arranged her like a rag doll.
 
Positioning and buckling each leg, I decided I’d had my fun with the egg and reached between her legs, brushing my fingers over her pussy from behind.

     
Dominique moaned softly, but kept watching Kate.
 
Sliding my fingers inside her, I slowly drew out the egg and wrapped it in my t-shirt, tossing it on the floor behind me.
 
Without thinking my fingers found my mouth.
 
Damn, she is so sweet
.
 
I placed my hands on the cheeks of her ass and massaged her firmly.
 
Her skin was so smooth, warm and inviting, it was an effort not to take her right then and there.
 
Shaking my head, I remembered where I was and stood, walking around her, trailing my fingers along her flank.
 
“Look at me, Dominique.”
 
She groaned, doing as I asked.
 
“Push your ass out a bit more.
 
Arch your back.”
 
She did.
 
“Good girl.”

     
She looked amazing.
 
And that was when it happened.

     
Were my feelings regarding ‘sharing Dominique’ an analogy for sharing myself?
 
Almost ten years ago, I was in a similar position, gazing down on Rebecca.
 
I could do what I wanted with that girl, and I never hesitated.
 
Why wasn’t it the same with Dominique?
 
Had I really let go of Rebecca?
 
I’d convinced myself I had.
 
Or was I holding back, unwilling to fully commit?

     
But here I was, in unfamiliar territory.
 
I wet my mouth with my tongue as my eyes swept over her.
 
Then I
realised
something.
 
This was for Dominique
.
 
This scene, where we were, what it had come to,
was for Dominique
.
 
Goose flesh prickled the skin on the back of my neck.
 
How I stumbled onto the perfect stepping-stone for her, I’ll never know.
 
But there it was, echoed in her pale blue eyes.

     
She needed this.

I knew I shouldn’t have, but I kept glancing at Kate.
 
Shifting slightly on my knees, I steadied myself, waiting for Andrew to begin.
 
Knowing I was to be taken to my limit was intoxicating.
 
Knowing Andrew would not stop, and would increase my punishment in intensity until I stopped him, was almost
empowering
.

     
I would
know
when I could take no more.
 
It was like, ‘I would
know
myself’.

     
Glancing at Kate, she convulsed again and I wondered how much more
she
could take.
 
My eyes focused, I
realised
the straps of the cock gag were hanging loosely from its edges.
 
How could she tell Paul when she’d reached her limit?
 
She’s gripping it with her teeth!

     
“Look at me, Dominique,” Andrew said.
 
Oh God
, I thought.
 
Here we go.
 
“Push your ass out a bit more.
 
Arch your back.
 
Good girl.”
 
Chewing on my bottom lip, I glanced down at his hands.
 
A whip filled each of them.
 
Oh God
.
 
Andrew was taking his time, letting my thoughts swirl and gel.
 
I just wanted it to be over.
 
He was swishing his blonde horsehair whip back and forth in his right hand.
 
He spoke evenly and almost without emotion.

     
“Dominique, in my hands I have two whips.
 
I will begin with the horsehair, which you have tasted before.
 
I’ll just warm you up a bit.
 
Then I’ll start with the cat.
 
I won’t change back.
 
As you know from previous sessions, I have been reluctant to use a stinging toy on you.”
 
I shuddered as I drew breath, seeing Andrew in my imagination, taking lusty full swings at my red ass with the cat of nine tails.
 
I’d always looked up at the whip with trepidation, fully aware of Andrew’s reluctance to use it.
 
A trickle of perspiration ran into my eyebrow.
 
It was like he read my mind.
 
“I’m just going to work on your back, Dominique.
 
Your ass is red enough ... Now, prepare to receive your punishment.”

     
On my knees, I shifted positions again, trying to get comfortable.
 
I was spread out and so vulnerable, with little I could do.
 
I spread the weight of my body between my knees and my arms, hanging from the handcuffs.
 
They pinched a little, but I hoped it might distract me.

     
Swish, swish, swish.

     
Fap
!

     
Oh,
nooo
.
 
He was starting too softly.
 
I wasn’t prepared for it to feel
good
.

     
Swish, swish,
Fap
!

     
Not fair.
 
Not fair.
 
I don’t want to be turned on.
 
I don’t want to be ...

     
Swish ...
Fap
!

     
Dropping my head between my arms, I closed my eyes.
 
I felt like I was floating.

     
Swish
Fap
!
 
Swish
Fap
!
 
Swish
Fap
!

     
I bit my lip harder.
 
I was
not
going to moan!

     
Swish FAP!

     
“
Mmmmmmmm
!”

     
Swish FAP!!

     
“
Ohhhh
!”
 
That was harder!

     
Swish FAP!

     
“
Goddd
!”
 
I turned my face up to Andrew just as he struck me again.

     
Swish FAP!

     
“
Ohhhh
!”

     
“Shut up.”

     
Swish FAP!

     
“I haven’t even fucking started!”

     
Swish FAP!

     
I chewed my lip harder, determined to look him in the eye.

     
Swish FAP!

     
Then it stopped.

     
Andrew was breathing hard, gazing at me intently.
 
Demandingly.
 
He stood over me and his bare chest was heaving.
 
His t-shirt was gone and his muscles rippled.
 
I imagined I could see the blood pumping in the veins of his neck.
 
God, he was so beautiful.
 
His face was a study in concentration.
 
I wished I could paint.
 
I would have painted him.
 
To me, he was a masterpiece.
 
In his most intense moments, I was a slave to his will.
 
I would do anything for him.
 
His skin glistened with effort.
 
I was so lost, and so found.
 
This was a man I could
honour
.

     
The skin from the base of my shoulder blades to the top of my ass tingled with waves of pleasure and expectation.
 
The horsehair clattered and slid across the floor.
 
Realising
he had tossed it, I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw.
 
I couldn’t watch.

     
Whap!

     
My breath caught in my throat.
 
I had been here before.
 
The cat bit into my skin and felt like the crop when he really swung it.
 
My whole body stiffened.
 
Every muscle.
 
Every sinew.
 
This was it.

     
Whap!

     
He had started at my tailbone, and was working his way up, bringing the cat straight down on my back.

     
Whap!

     
I gritted my teeth till they hurt.

     
Whap!

     
Oh boy, that stings.

     
Whap!

     
“
Ahhh
!” I cried out, trying desperately to stop myself.

     
“Green or red, pet?”

     
“Green!”

     
Whap!

     
“Say it!”

     
CRACK!

     
“
Noooooo
!”

     
CRACK!