Love Bound (31 page)

She tried to relax, to get into the
headspace that it didn't matter what happened next. She was his, and she
trusted him. He needed her pain, and she needed him to give her pain. She may
not want it right at this moment, but that wasn't the point. In the middle of
trying to get herself into the right headspace she felt a line of fire on her
ass and she sucked air in to try to come to terms with it. She was pretty sure
that was the Lexan cane, nothing else they had quite came close to the
intensity. And he was starting with it. She felt terror rising in her, she
didn't think she could take more than one or two strikes right now, she started
struggling, wanting to fight, to get out of the bondage, to get loose, to run.

 She tried her best to say,
"Inferno, Inferno, Inferno!", but it didn't sound anything like it.
He knew what she was trying to say though, because he said, "Not this
time, Pet. I know you can take this when warmed up, so I know your body is
capable of handling it, even if your mind doesn't think so at the moment."

She felt the next line of fire about
the same time as the sound of it registered. Just as her brain realized it was
the Lexan cane again a third stroke landed just below the second stroke. And
then more strokes landed, each one an inch or two below the previous stroke. In
some cases one stroke landed just as the after effects of the stroke before
that one registered, and the pain was just too much for her to handle. He
started just below the base of her spine and moved his way down until he was
mid thigh, then he moved up to the middle of her ass and worked his way down to
her thighs again, and only then did he stop. When he'd stopped and put the cane
down she heard another loud noise, felt her left ass cheek move with the
impact, then her right ass cheek, then her left again, and realized he was
spanking her with his hand. This was a fast and hard spanking, with no time to
recover between strikes, just as he'd done with the cane. She felt herself
fighting the restraints, heard herself screaming, fought to get oxygen into her
lungs between the screams and between the strikes. He was hitting her hard
enough it was hard to breathe in when he struck. She didn't know how long he
spanked her, but she'd stopped counting somewhere around 80, and when he
finally stopped long after that she was no longer fighting it, her body was
relaxed, taking the strikes, and it was no longer hard to breathe. She was
crying, not the quietly sobbing thing, but the kind where she knew her face was
all blotchy, and snot was running out her nose, but there was nothing she could
do about it. He used a warm washcloth to wipe her face down and clean her nose,
then held it for her to blow her nose. He tossed it into the hamper and then
she heard him opening another drawer, but she couldn't find it in her to even
wonder what came next. It didn't matter. She'd take whatever he wanted her to
take. She was his, here for his use, here to suffer for him if that was what he
wanted.

* * * *

Two hours later she was hanging from
their suspension rack, face down, parallel with the floor, at what she assumed
would be a good fucking height. Both legs had been bent, and her ankles
attached to her thighs with rope. Rope was supporting her knees and thighs in a
way so she could spread them a great deal or mostly put them together if she
wanted. The majority of her weight was being held up by two harnesses, one
around her rib cage and the other around her hips. Her arms were folded on her
back and tied there, hands to elbows. Her ponytail was pulled back into the
ropes as well, keeping her head up so she was looking at the wall in front of
her instead of at the floor below her. Her breasts were tightly restrained and
she knew they had to be turning colors by now, though she couldn't see them so
she wasn't sure. She had a vibrating egg in her pussy, and the stainless plug
had been replaced with an even larger silicone plug. She'd had clothespins on
her breasts and arms and pussy lips for a while, but Gordon had removed them
with one of the short rubber whips and had walked behind her and.... nothing.
She knew he wouldn't leave her, she knew he was back there, but he wasn't doing
anything. So she just floated. All of the individual pains she felt — her hair,
her breasts, the ropes around her rib cage, her arms, her legs.. it all morphed
into one sensation. And then she was just floating. Supported. No thoughts, no
individual sensations. She just
floated
.

At some point she realized he was
removing the bindings around her breasts. She heard herself moaning as she felt
the feeling coming back into them. She felt him doing something with her arms
and then felt him slowing moving her right arm around her body and then letting
it dangle below her. He did the same with her left arm, and then massaged her
arms and shoulders. Gently, lovingly. The same hands that had hurt her were now
soothing her. She felt him working with her ponytail, and he gave her enough
slack so her head moved down some. Her ponytail was still supporting the weight
of her head, but now she was looking almost down, and her neck felt so much
better. He rubbed her neck and shoulders a little before saying, "Okay
Pet, time for more pain. You will be allowed to have your first orgasm at the
end of this session. Your hands are free, but do not play with yourself until I
give you permission to do so, understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

She heard him move the stool behind
her, then heard him walk away from her. Next came the sounds of gloves and
lube, then she heard the steps coming back to her. With her head lowered she
could see his feet in front of the stool behind her. She felt him touching the
butt plug inside of her, jiggling it, turning it, but not pulling on it yet.
The one inside of her now was huge, she was so full. She hated it, but also
dreaded the feeling of it being gone. She didn't look forward to the feeling of
emptiness, but she also hated having it filling her. Lucky for her, the
decision wasn't hers to make, only hers to experience. She didn't have to make
a decision, Gordon would make it for her.

"Push Pet. I won't make you push
it all the way out, but I want you to get it started."

Fuck, she hated that. She bore down,
started pushing, and felt the pain of it inside of her when she did. As long as
she'd been relaxed the pain had been bearable, but now... she took a deep
breath in and then screamed and pushed with her eyes closed as tightly as
possible and her hands curled into fists. She felt it moving and hoped it was
enough. When she ran out of air she was terrified it would go back in, but as
she took a breath she felt him holding it and pulling at it, "Keep
pushing, I'll pull, but I'm not doing all of the work."

She took a breath and gave another huge
push and felt it moving again, "That's it, good job, a little
more..." she felt him pulling and then felt a sharp pain and then it was
out and gone. He dropped it to the floor and replaced it with his lubed and
gloved fingers. Before her asshole had a chance to be empty his fingers were
there, holding her open, pushing her even more open. She felt... knuckles.
Damn, he was going to fist her. He'd only managed it once before. It was
possible, but it was difficult. He was a large man, with larger than average
hands. Imagine the hand of your favorite NBA star up your ass. The large plug
had prepared her and he had four of his fingers in, but he'd have to get past
his knuckles, and that was no small feat.

"Float for me again Pet. Trust me
to do this slowly, trust me to listen to your body. Put your right hand under
your pussy and let me put some lube on it, then you can play with yourself
some. Don't get yourself off yet, you'll get permission to come once my hand is
inside of you."

She did as he said, playing with
herself, getting herself close. He helped the process by turning the egg
vibrator higher and lower to keep her attention, and by ever so slowly letting
his hand sink into her ass, bit by bit, millimeter by millimeter. And she
floated.

He must have realized he was close to
being all the way in, because he started getting her worked up, pulling her out
of the floating sensation and having her get more active with her hands on her
clit. She was close to an orgasm when his knuckles finally breached the ring of
muscles and sank into her ass to his wrist. As he felt his hand being pulled in
he ordered her to come, and she came and came and came, screaming and crying
and spasming in the ropes, pulling her ponytail something awful as she tried to
cope with the violence of her orgasm. He pulled his hand out as her orgasm was
dying down and that started it up again briefly, but that round didn't last
long and she just hung in the ropes, exhausted.

He lowered her in the ropes until she
was about a foot above the floor, then released her legs so she could put her
knees on the floor, then released her hips, and finally her rib cage. He picked
her up and took her to bed, removed the egg, and then fucked her like a madman
until he came inside of her, ordering her to come with him when he did. Her
body obeyed and climaxed with him, joining them together this time as they held
either other and came together.

He allowed her to nap a while and then
awakened her, fucking her mouth until she was awake and then asking her to put
her hands above her head. She did so and he held onto them before warning her
to get a breath. She did so and he sank his cock into her throat until his
pubic bone was pushing on her upper lip and she was gagging around his cock,
but he didn't pull out, he held his position. She panicked and tried to fight
him off, needing oxygen. Her mind trusted him, but her body had to fight. It
didn't matter though, he wasn't moving until he was read, and he wasn't letting
go of her hands, either. She was in full panic mode when he finally pulled his
cock out of her throat, and all she could do was suck air in, gasping it into
her burning lungs. He didn't let go of her hands, fucking her mouth gently
until she'd caught her breath and then he did it again, holding her hands above
her head, using his hips to hold her head in place, not caring how much she
kicked her legs and body around. When he tired of that he ordered her to get on
all fours and he fucked her ass. He lubed himself well, and she was still lubed
from earlier, but she was also sore from earlier, and it hurt. He went in
slowly, talking her through it, helping her relax, but he didn't back off any,
and once he'd made it in he fucked her ass like a madman. He told her she'd be
able to come ten seconds after asking permission, and every time she asked for
permission he counted backwards from ten, giving her permission when he reached
zero. He fucked her ass for over an hour, and when he finally came, she thought
that would be it. She was wrong.

"Pet, one more thing, and then
we're done. I'm going to stand you up a few feet from the wall and have you
bend over and put your hands on the wall with your arms straight in front of
you. I'll draw chalk hands around your fingers and palms so I'll know if your
hands have moved. I'm going to put the alligator clamps, the ones with teeth,
on your nipples and I'm going to hang weights on them. Then I'm going to give
you four strokes with the large nylon cane, and I'm going to expect you to
stand still for all four strokes. If you move, we'll start over. Your ass has
already taken a lot, that's why you're only getting four. But if you move then
you'll be getting more than four, so I'd advise you to find a way to hold
still. Do you understand what is about to happen?"

"Yes, Sir."

He pointed to the wall and she stood
and walked to it, placing her feet and bending over to put her hands on the
wall. He spread her fingers and then traced around both hands with the chalk.
He reached for her nipples and worked both of them until they were erect, then
walked to a table. She heard the sound of the chalk being put down then the
scrape of the clamps as he picked them up, and probably the weights as well.
She screamed as the first clamp went on, and was still screaming when the
second went on. He ignored her screams and methodically hooked the weights onto
the clamps, gently letting them go as they obviously pulled and stretched her
nipples and breasts towards the floor.

He must have had the nylon cane close
by, because the next thing she knew he was lining up for the first strike. He
touched her ass with it and said, "Ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

She braced herself and felt the first
strike and it was everything she could do to hold still, but as the heat of it
sank into her, she knew she'd be able to hold still for the next three. He
didn't ask her if she was ready anymore, just touched her ass to line up and
then pulled back and let her have it. She counted them out between her tears
and crying, "One Sir, Two Sir, Three Sir, Four Sir." And when she'd
taken the fourth without moving he said, "Excellent Pet. Keep your body
where it is, but pull your arms from the wall to the clamps and remove them
both at the same time, please."

She quickly did as instructed,
screaming again with the pain as they came off, but relieved they were off.
"Permission to touch them, to try to relieve the pain, Sir?"

"On your knees, and permission
granted."

They were near the rubber mats, so she
took two steps until she was on the thick rubber and dropped to her knees, then
began rubbing her breasts, slowly inching her fingers closer to the nipples,
which were really hurting. He watched her for a few moments, letting her work
at them until she seemed to relax, and then walked in front of her. She stopped
rubbing and put her hands to her back, looking into his face, making sure he
saw the peace in her eyes. When he reached for the collar she said, "A
moment, first, please Sir?"