Safeword: Storm Clouds (8 page)

"Yes. I can't get diseases and can't act as a carrier either unless I go immediately from one person to another. Which I have not done tonight, obviously. I also can't get pregnant, so a condom is not necessary. If you want to use one anyway I'll understand, but, it's really not needed."

When she did he picked up one of the ropes and tied it around her thighs, binding them together with several strands and then knotting it in the front between her legs. He tossed the rest of the rope up towards the other end of the bed and told her to lay down. This put her laying down on the line of rope, with the bulk of the rope in it's neat loop up above her head.

"Hands in reverse prayer please."

Reverse prayer is just what it sounds like, your hand are palm to palm, facing up, between your shoulder blades. She put her hands into position and he pulled the rope down tight across one shoulder and bound it around her wrists several times and then somehow knotted it again without cutting it off. If she tried to stand up or in any way move her hips back it would pull her arms up painfully towards the back of her head. And with the rope tied so high up her thighs she couldn't get the leverage to try to pop the ropes open down there. She couldn't pull her arms down enough in back to get enough leverage there to pull them apart, either. This wasn't just about the strength of the rope, but the way he put her into it.

He wasn't done yet, he went back up over her other shoulder with the rope and then tipped her sideways just a little to run the rope back down towards her waist again. He looped it through the ropes there and then went down to her feet and wound the rope around her ankles ten times before making another knot. She knew it was ten times because she counted all ten times silently in her head, knowing with each additional circuit that the odds of her breaking the rope were much worse.

Kendra knew she wasn't getting out of this. And she was suddenly very scared.

She felt his hand on her lower back, gentle. He reached up to her hands and felt of them. "I know Abbot said I don't have to worry about circulation, but I have to ask anyway. Is anything too tight? I went around your wrists and ankles more than I would have for a... more than I normally would. I need to be sure it's okay."

"It's okay. I can completely stop my circulation for years and hibernate if I need to. Pieces of me won't fall off and die if they go without adequate blood supply for a little while."

She felt a slap on her bottom and then he was speaking in a warning voice. "You've only got one rule right now Kendra. Did you forget something?"

"Sir. My circulation is okay, Sir."

He walked to a chest that she could see in her line of sight and opened it. She saw floggers hanging from the back and lots of drawers down below. She saw him turn around with a butt plug and immediately said "raindrops". He stopped and looked at her, sat the plug down on top of the shelf, and came to her. He knelt down and said "What is it, Kendra."

"I haven't had anything in my ass for over a thousand years. I don't eat solid food, so it hasn't even been used as a human would normally use it. I'm not telling you it's off limits, but I am saying that plugs probably are at this point. Even small ones. Sir."

"Okay, thank you for telling me. We'll work on that later, but we
will
work on it until you are ready to be taken in the ass. I'm going to spank you now. I'm going to give you two strikes with a slapper that will hurt. One on each cheek. And then I will back off and warm you up properly before being harsh again. I intend to use the slapper to warm you up, and then a variety of floggers. Depending on how you respond I will finish with either a belt or cane. Is there any reason for me to not use any of those particular implements?"

"The cane? Sir? I thought you were going to go easy on me at first?"

"I am, I said I would use it or the belt depending on how you respond. I will have you warmed up by then, I'm not going to give you more than you can handle. If you aren't responding like you are enjoying the pain I won't use it. I know it's hard, we haven't built up much trust yet, but I need you to trust me. Okay?"

"I'm scared."

"I know." He stood and turned back to the chest, then picked a slapper up and turned back to face her. "You didn't say Sir, Kendra. Again. Two strikes that will hurt has turned into six strikes that will hurt, three on each cheek, and then I'll warm you up properly."

He walked behind her and without warning there was a hit to her right cheek and then her left cheek. They stung like crazy, and the pain lingered a lot more than Kendra thought it should. Damn, that hurt. And then he did it again, this time right then left. She wasn't breathing. She didn't really have to breathe, other than the need to talk, but her not breathing worried Eric.

"Kendra, you need to breathe."

"Sir, actually, I don't. Sir. I mean, if I'm going to talk then I do because my voice box needs air going through it to make sound. But, I can shut down bodily functions at will, so I don't really need to breathe, Sir."

The last two hits were applied to her ass. Much harder than the other four. She gasped at the intensity, and felt the burn just grow worse for about fifteen seconds before starting to back off.

"Okay then, now I'll warm you up. When I get back up to strikes that are the intensity of the two you just received I'll tell you so you can compare what you can take cold compared to what you can take warmed up."

He started in with the slapper again, in a regular rhythm. Not really hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to cause just a little discomfort. He probably gave her thirty strikes at that intensity before he started making them harder, and though Kendra knew the strikes were harder, they didn't hurt. In fact, she thought it was starting to feel good. She tried to move her hips around some but felt the ropes tugging at her hands over the tops of her shoulders. Another thirty strikes later she could tell the hits were getting harder again, but they didn't really hurt, they almost felt good. And to make matters worse, she was getting hornier and hornier. She realized at some point that it wouldn't take much for her to come. She desperately wanted something inside of her to help her come.

"Kendra, these hits are the same intensity as the ones I gave you at the beginning."

Wow, these didn't hurt. Was that really possible? This felt good, and those first strikes had
really
hurt.

He stopped and reached down to feel of her. "You are soaking wet Kendra, you liked that, didn't you."

No sense telling a lie about it. "Yes Sir, I think I did."

"You're ready for a flogger now. I can give you a better rhythm with it. I'm not going to restrict your orgasms today, so if you want to orgasm you are free to do so. You don't have to warn me or ask me or anything. It won't always be that way, but I think that for today you've got enough other things going on."

"Thank you, Sir."

By then he'd walked to the chest and then walked back behind her. "Here it comes."

The first few strikes weren't very hard at all. And then he started in with a nice rhythm with a good bit of force behind it. It hurt, but it felt good a lot more than it hurt. As he kept it up, the rhythm of it combined with the pain/pleasure part of it had her so close to orgasm she couldn't stand it. But she couldn't bring herself to ask for help orgasming, either. And then suddenly he stopped and she moaned that he'd stopped.

He walked to the chest and hung the flogger up and picked something else up. He stopped and showed it to her. She knew what it was, she'd used it on others enough. If not used properly it would split the flesh open, if used properly it would create bruises and welts. She would heal from whatever he did, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like hell.

"I'm going to give you two strokes and then decide how many you'll get."

The first cut landed and she couldn't believe the pain. When it first hit, it wasn't so bad. Then two seconds later it was unbearable. But then as the pain spread it felt... not good, not like a massage good, but good, in a painful kind of way.

And then the second cut landed and a second later she gasped in pain, and then as the pain once again morphed into warmth, she moaned. She didn't think she could take too many of these, but damn, what a sensation it was.

"Okay Kendra, six in all, that means you've got four more to go. I want you to count out loud, the next one will be three. When it hits you'll say, 'Three, Sir,' understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

The next one hit and she gasped out "Three, Sir," as she tried to deal with the pain until it morphed into whatever pleasure/pain thing was going on in her ass.

She screamed a little at the next one, not terribly loud, but there was no denying it was a scream, and then she got out, "Four, Sir".

He rubbed across her ass with his hand and she moaned and tried to move her ass around. Her shoulders were starting to scream at her from being in the reverse prayer position, she hoped he changed her arms around when he was done with this part.

His hand came off her ass and the next one hit and this time she screamed a little louder before getting out, "Five, Sir."

"One more to go Kendra. This one is going to be harder than the others, make sure you count it out as number six, otherwise it won't count."

And then it hit and she couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. She finally got enough air in to say "Six, Sir" but it wasn't very loud and she hoped that was good enough. Her ass was literally on fire, and she was so horny, if he untied her right now she might rape him. And then she realized he was untying her feet and running the rope up over her shoulders. Before he untied her hands he said, "I'm going to tie you a different way so I can lay you on your back. Your shoulders have been like this long enough, so I need to put you in a different position. When I untie your hands I expect them to be placed in an X across your chest to help relax your shoulders until I am ready to tie them into their next position. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"He released a knot and then removed the rope from around her wrists and she did as he said, crossing her arms over her chest to let the muscles in her shoulders relax back into position. He moved down to her legs and removed the rope from her thighs and then told her to sit on the bed with her back to him. Once she was sitting he grabbed a section of rope a long way from the end and put it around her throat and tied a knot in the back. It wasn't tight around her throat, there was plenty of give, and she wondered what ingenious sadistic way he was going to tie her up this time. And even more, why she was going to passively let him do it, knowing once he was done that she'd be helpless. It made no sense, but she was so horny right now she couldn't see straight.

"Please lay down on your back in the middle of the bed with your head near the headboard, Kendra."

Once she was laying down he situated one of the ends of the ropes coming off of the knot at the back of her neck so it was coming down her right side and the other end coming down her left side. He took the one coming down her right side and pulled her leg up so her ankle was out to the side of her hip and began tying the rope to her ankle. And she immediately understood what he was doing. If she kicked her legs around too much she'd choke herself. Once he had the right ankle tied he did the same with the left, and then he tied her left wrist to her left ankle, before moving to her other side and tying her right wrist to her right ankle. Then he began wrapping what was left of the end of the rope (and there was a lot) around her ankle and thigh, mummifying them into one shortened appendage. He did this all the way up to her knee, effectively making it so she couldn't have straightened her leg out even if the ankle hadn't been attached to her neck by the rope. He did the same with her left leg next. He stopped and looked her over and must have decided her hands didn't have enough binding them, because he then wrapped her wrists to the ankle/thigh combination ropes again, just to be sure. When he was done he went back up to the rope around her throat and tied everything off again, making it just a little tighter than the original rope had been.

"I'll ask again, are the bindings okay? I don't want you in pain, just discomfort."

"They are fine, Sir. Uncomfortable but not painful."

"Good. You’ll tell me if there is something I need to be aware of, Kendra. If your bondage goes from uncomfortable to painful then I expect you to tell me."

He turned back to the chest and opened a drawer and got something out that she couldn't see and then walked back. He climbed up on the bed between her knees and she felt a finger rubbing around her clit and she moaned and rotated her hips as much as she could, which wasn't a whole lot.

"That's it Kendra, you're probably about to explode, aren't you? I told you earlier, you can come whenever you want. I know you were close when I was flogging you."

He stopped rubbing at her clit and she knew he was doing something with his hands where she couldn't see, but she didn't know what. And then he leaned down and put his mouth on her clit and she immediately started coming. When she did he put a finger in her asshole. A well lubed finger, so that's what he'd been doing, getting lubed up. Ahhhh, that felt good. His mouth moved down until he had his tongue inside of her pussy while he slowly moved a single finger in and out of her ass. She came until she thought she'd pass out and when the orgasm was over he moved his mouth back up to her clit and it was way too sensitive for that. "Oh, no, I can't take that right now, Oh, God, Please don't, Oh, Oh, Oh. Ohhhhhhhh..."