The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning (4 page)

She wanted control.

I would give my lovely bitch absolute
control

I watched her tense again as the laptop
showed the tempo of the dildo's pulsing and thrusting begin to
slowly increase, then I settled in to watch a movie on the TV,
keeping the volume low just in case there was any chance she could
hear. Drew moaned and I turned my attention to her again. She
struggled as the activity increased another level, arching and
pressing against her bonds. I watched her squirm as the cycle began
to pick up in intensity. Suddenly, arcs of light illuminated her
nipples as two fairly sharp jolts of electricity jumped the tips of
the nipples clamps.

She tried to buck her hips, but strapped as
tight as she was, her attempts were nothing more than muscles
tensing and relaxing. I watched as my wife experienced what had to
be an exceptionally intense orgasm.

I settled back, stroking my raging cock. I
was bigger than I could ever remember myself being and I stroked it
as I watched Drew moan, move, and moan again as an arc of bright
white light flashed for a split second across her clit.

I came, white globs of cum covering my hand
as I stroked my cock, milking every drop out of it. Smiling, I rose
to clean myself as Drew struggled vainly in her bondage – another
orgasm driving her over the edge as arcs of light illuminated both
of her nipples and her cunt lips.

The night passed slowly yet I enjoyed every
minute of it.

CHAPTER TWO

As the clock on the nightstand changed to
eight o’clock in the morning on a fine Saturday morning, I gazed at
my wife. She was in the middle of yet another orgasm. Even in the
cool air of the room, sweat covered her body and I knew she was
thoroughly exhausted. Smiling, I left her to her pleasure and took
a leisurely shower, then stepped out for a quick breakfast. After
finishing my breakfast, I decided to run a couple of errands before
returning to the room.

About two hours later, I pulled up a chair
and watched her for some time struggle through one more orgasm, her
body worn out. Briefly I considered leaving her in her predicament
for another few hours, but tossed the idea aside. There were other
tests to see if she truly wanted this control she claimed she
needed. Beads of sweat dripped off her nipples and her breath was
ragged. A bright arc of electricity snapped across her nipples and
she moaned, but didn’t jerk.

Definitely worn out.

A shame. She had much more strenuous tasks
ahead of her.

I stopped the programs but left the camera
recording the events in the room.

Grabbing a cold energy drink from the
refrigerator, I opened it and stuffed a straw in it, then picked up
the crop and tit whip and moved over to her. It was going to be an
interesting day.

Stepping behind the chair, I slowly released
the cock gag. Her breasts were shiny with saliva and it coated her
belly, hips and thighs. I could see the seat was drenched with her
juices. I breathed the musky odor of her sex filling the air deeply
into my lungs as I slipped the gag from her mouth, then gently
helped her slowly close and open her abused jaw, saliva still
slipping from the corners. Offering the straw to her lips, she took
it in and sucked the cold liquid until the bottle was almost
drained. Setting the bottle on the credenza, I continued.

It took some time, but I finished releasing
her, leaving the blindfold on and her hair in the leather sleeve.
Drew made no move to get up.

She was completely exhausted. I helped her
stand on wobbly legs, then turned her around.

Handcuffing her hands behind her back, I then
placed a large cock gag back against her lips. She moaned slightly,
but opened her mouth wide and I buckled the gag on tightly. She
offered no resistance as I walked her to the bathroom, pushing her
down into a kneeling position on top of the large padded cushion on
the floor about two feet in front of the sink. Without direction
from me, she neatly tucked her legs under her ass and sat very
straight, shoulders back, and chest thrust out.

Retrieving a set of long wide leather straps
and a couple of toys, I moved behind my wife and ran the first
strap under her elbows. She shifted herself, arching her shoulders
a little more. Pulling the strap through the buckle, I pulled her
arms together until her elbows had at most an inch of space between
them. She moaned, but held still and I ran the next strap under her
ankles and around her thighs, buckling it tightly as well. A third
and fourth strap held her bound arms tight to her body, the straps
circling her body above and below her breasts. My wife was now once
again bound tightly, yet she neither moaned or struggled. Turning
on the overhead heat lamp in the bathroom for twenty minutes, I
shifted the camera to the door, checked the picture, then left to
take care of several small details and unpacked a couple of new
outfits for her. As I heard the ding of the timer, I returned.

You may call this torture. I call it
training. This lady claimed she wanted to be a slave. She wanted to
serve unconditionally. To be a slave, she would be expected to
endure much stricter bondage and required to please me in whatever
way I desired, no matter how deviant and perverse. Those were the
rules I offered her and those were the rules she accepted.

I intended to push her as hard as I could. I
wanted to break her and make her want to quit. I intended to either
find the true slave in her or show here she was nothing more than a
wannabe bitch.

And yet, I somehow wanted her to prove to me
she could be this slave she claimed she wanted to be.

No, this wasn’t torture. This was the start
down that path.

Drew sat motionless, sweat glistening off her
body, drops collecting on her nipples and cascading off. I could
see the strain in her features as she labored to maintain her
position. Yet not an indication she was ready to throw in the towel
and quit.

In all the years we were married, I had no
complaints about Drew’s ability to fuck me as long as I could
handle or suck me for as long as I desired. She is multi-orgasmic
on several levels and enjoys a good throatfuck, especially if I
return the favor by eating her fantastic pussy. She never refused
my advances, no matter the time or what we were doing and always
seemed to want as much as I was willing to give her. And while she
could suck the life out of my balls with a skill bordering on
obsession, my lovely wife would never allow her tongue to venture
past my balls, nor had I ever wondered what it might feel like.

That is, until I watched a video online of a
young lady thoroughly tongue-fuck a man’s ass for almost an hour,
shoving her tongue deep into his asshole and slathering his crack
with long caresses of her fleshy organ. Interspersed with this
devoted tongue fucking were extended sessions of sucking and
licking his balls and long deep swallows of his cock. Watching her
and listening to him describe the intensity in his moans and
demands for a deeper tonguing of his ass made me jerk off, wanting
to experience this unique pleasure.

I slowly undressed, savoring the very idea of
what I was about to experience. The hardest part of this would be
that I was going to have to act as if it was something I was used
to receiving on a regular basis. And I couldn’t utter a sound since
the hood was off.

Lifting the spandex of the blindfold, I
removed an earplug, then spoke low and quietly into her ear, trying
to disguise my voice. “I am going to shave and take care of my
personal business. While I do so, you will pleasure my balls and my
ass. I want to feel your tongue deep in me.”

I replaced the earplug and made sure it
expanded completely before repositioning the padded spandex. I
slowly undid the strap of the cock gag and removed it from her
mouth, then picked up the crop.

“I will not…..”

I cropped the top of her breast hard,
eliciting a sharp squeal from her. Clamping my hand over her mouth,
I spoke in a low tone I was sure could be heard even through the
plug.

“I didn’t ask what you wanted. I instructed
you in what I want.” I tightened my grip on her lower face for
emphasis and swatted her other breast. She squealed again and tried
to jerk her head. I clamped it harder.

“Do you want to end this now?”

She stopped suddenly and immediately
relaxed.

Slowly her head moved from side to side.

“Do not test me again. “I hissed, my mouth
pressed against her ear. “Do exactly as you are told. Do you
understand?”

She nodded.

I released my hand and she remained
quiet.

I stepped between her and the sink, making
sure her nose was pressed into the crack of my ass. She sat there
and I shifted myself slight backwards, pressing her nose and face a
bit more into my ass crack to emphasize what I expected from
her.

I felt her tongue slowly touch me slightly
behind my balls, gently at first. I began to cover my face with
shaving cream. Her initial flicks on my tight asshole slowly became
kisses, full licks and quick probes of the flesh surrounding the
opening, but never on the opening itself.

Having already shaved not only my face that
morning, but my entire genital region and my ass, I went through
the motions, allowing the water to run and slowly re-shaving,
always pressing her and shifting to make sure she understood her
new duties.

By the time I finished my “shave”, she was
licking my bare ass and even pressed her tongue against my hole
twice, but she never pushed past the opening. But the feeling was
fantastic and my hard throbbing cock demanded release.

I slowly turned around and laid my cock
against her lips. She wasted no time taking my very swollen member
into her mouth and I slowly pressed forward, forcing myself deep
into what I knew had to be a very sore and used mouth until my
balls pushed against her chin and her nose pressed tight against my
skin. Her breath became ragged as she slurped and sucked my member,
saliva slipping from the sides of her mouth and coating her chin
and breasts. I kept my thrusts to a slow, languorous pace, pulling
out just enough to allow her to catch her breath, then pushing in
until my balls once again pressed against her wet chin. With each
thrust, I left my cock buried in her throat for longer and longer
periods, enjoying her struggles as she fought to breath around me.
I would slowly pull out, listening to her gasp for breath, then
push in again. Finally, I simply left my cock buried in her throat
while I held her head in place. She struggled and I knew my
throbbing hard-on was distending her delicate throat. I maintained
my position as I continued to press her face against my groin while
she tried desperately to gain some measure of freedom from the
intruder buried in her mouth.

Finally I pulled slowly from her mouth,
allowing my cock to slide free.

She sucked in air. Her mouth remained open as
she gasped for air. To me, it simply meant she was ready.

I slowly pushed my cock past her waiting
lips, easily burying it in her throat as she was forced to suck and
slurp my shaft and I imagined the day my wife would be pressing
that talented tongue deep into my ass while working my cock and
balls with her skillful hands. In very little time, I felt my balls
tighten and I began to thrust my hips. Realizing I would come any
second, I closed my eyes and tensed as my orgasm flowed into her
throat. She accepted every ounce of my hot jism, sucking my member
dry. I very slowly pulled out, making sure she sucked every ounce
from me as my cock slid out of her mouth, then pressed the sides of
the shaft to her mouth to make it clear I wanted a thorough licking
as well. Drew obliged by cleaning my cock from tip to the backside
base of my balls.

Once she finished “cleaning” my member, I
circled around her and slipped the cock gag once again into her
pretty mouth, then tightened it tight.

Undoing the strap holding her legs in the
folded position, I helped her up and held her steady for several
minutes until she could stand, using the time to firmly hold her
breasts and fondle the nipples. I wanted Drew to understand she
served me anytime and in any capacity I desired. When she seemed
steady on her feet, I walked her into the room for the next of her
“tests”. This one wouldn’t be as strenuous as her long night and I
was sure she could use some rest.

After positioning her in a sitting position
on the foot of the bed, I reset the room, then dressed and put my
hood on, ensuring the leather once again covered my mouth. Picking
up the next toy, I strode over to her. She sat very still.

I stood her up and quickly unbuckled then
removed all the straps and handcuffs. Only the cock gag and the
blindfold remained. I held the jacket in front of her and guided
one arm into a sleeve then the other. Circling around her, I pulled
the jacket on and buckled the leather collar attached to the jacket
onto her pretty neck. My wife suddenly realized what she wore and
struggled, trying to slide her arm back out.

I clamped my arm on her shoulder and she
stopped, then slowly relaxed as she accepted this next test.

In short order, she wore the calf-skin
straight jacket, her arms pulled tightly against her body under her
breasts and buckled so tightly no movement was possible. The jacket
itself was laced tight – my guess at ordering it one size smaller
made it a bit difficult to lace it completely together, but the
stretching of the fine leather against her skin was perfect. I
pushed her into a bent over position and slipped a well lubed large
dildo into her worn pussy and then lubed up an equal-sized dildo.
Placing some lube on my finger, I slowly spread it on the rim of
her tight asshole, then re-lubed my finger and pressed several
globs into her tight hole, spreading it liberally as I pushed more
in.