A/N: I've gotten a few questions about my plans for this – originally, it was a short story and I've decided to extend it beyond this evening with Rose and Pet. Once they go upstairs and you find out who Pet is, we'll get a bit of their vanilla life together and then more fun.
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"Are you still okay, Pet?" she whispered against my lips.
"Yes, Mistress," I sighed as her hands began to lightly move across my body, seeming to ease the pain where I ached.
Her hands stopped at my bottom and she slowly pulled the plug out and took it into the bathroom. The sound of metal against stone told me she'd placed it gently in the sink. I took more deep breaths in her absence, focusing on the sensation of the air filling and leaving my lungs. I counted her steps back to the bench, the tapping of her shoes another source of focus for my brain.
The key jingled in her hand as she unlocked my wrists from the bench. I panicked for a moment that we were done playing for the night. Tears prickled my eyes again with the disappointment I must've brought to Mistress with my lack of a quick answer moments before. I willed them away, though; they weren't going to help anything.
Mistress removed both cuffs and kissed my inner wrists before placing them to rest on the bench. She set the cuffs on the dresser and then walked to the back of the bench. The warmth of her hands was on my skin again and I exhaled. She began at the round fleshy part of my bottom and rubbed softly up to the base of my spine. Mistress brought one hand down to the dildo still inside of me and stroked it a few times, her fingers extended and rubbing across my clit each time it was all the way inside.
My eyes were closed, my thoughts focused anywhere but on her small, sweet hands and the pleasure she was bringing me. She brought the object out of my body and her fingertips were again at my clit, rubbing slow circles this time. The position I was in, at the end of the bench, left me exposed in such a manner that there was really nothing she couldn't do to me.
"I want to hear you, my Pet. Let me hear how much you're enjoying yourself, or maybe I'll stop."
As soon as she spoke, I began to moan, thankful I could let go of one tiny piece of release.
"Thank you, Mistress. That feels so good," I said with a sigh.
"You like it when I touch you? Who do you belong to?"
Something about these reminders was so fucking hot to me and I could feel myself throb with need as she spoke.
"I belong only to you, Mistress."
I could hear the shifting of her dress as she leaned forward and swiped her tongue across my clit. I cried out, the need for release growing. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold off if she kept going. Her tongue pressed harder against my clit, then slid down between my lips. Mistress placed several open-mouth kisses at my opening, darting her tongue out to fuck me with it enough times that I lost count. The moans were flowing, an endless stream of verbal pleasure escaping my mouth.
"My sweet, do you think you should be allowed to come?"
The hardest part about what we were doing was staying still. My body wanted to wriggle, writhe, and move to meet every stroke of her tongue. My hips wanted to push back against her, to increase the friction and bring my body to release. It was another moment of extreme concentration and my brain needed to be in control over my body.
"Ooh, Love, you know how much I like it when you beg. More."
Her words were hot against my wet pussy and she sounded breathy and so fucking sexy. That did nothing to help my ability to hold off my orgasm. I could see her behind my closed eyes, tongue dipping deep into me, bright red cherry lips wrapping around me and sucking.
"Please, Mistress. Please let me come," I begged, my voice shaking with need.
She returned her fingertips to my clit, her lips up against my pussy as she moaned into my body. Fuck. Mistress was intentionally torturing me and I was drawing on patience I wasn't sure I could hold onto for long. She moved her mouth as if she had been deprived the pleasure of my pussy for weeks, the vibrations from her pushing me ever closer to the edge.
"Please," I whispered once more. It was a last ditch attempt as I was near sobbing with the effort of restraining myself.
"Oh, my sweet Pet. I'm sorry, I just can't let you come yet. Soon, though."
She placed one last kiss over my slick skin as my breath hitched. I was both livid and thankful that she was prolonging my pleasure; I would come when she was ready, not when I was. These reminders of control helped me go deeper down in to the space in my head I needed to be in.
"Climb down, Pet, if you can stand," she said, laughing softly and moving to my side.
Sure, she thought it was funny, but the truth was that I had no idea if my legs would even be able to hold me upright. I did my best to wake up the muscles by flexing them as I shifted lower on the bench. I lowered my right and then left leg, my toes making contact with the cold concrete first. I slowed and let my foot roll down, continuing to stretch my muscles in the hopes that I wouldn't fall flat on my ass. Once I was standing, I felt Mistress take my hand in hers and tug, leading me over to the bed.
"We're going to take a little rest, my lovely. Climb up." She patted the top of the table. "Look at me," she said.
I sat on the table and lifted my eyes to meet hers. So full of love. They were always so full of love for me, no matter if we were grocery shopping or down in our room playing. She always made sure to make eye contact at certain points during our play to reinforce the reasons why we were there: our love, our pleasure, our connection together.
"Do you need some water?" she asked. Smiling at me, she then clarified, "You can answer me out loud."
"Yes, please, Mistress."
After she'd asked, I realized I was thirsty. I had learned to deny my own needs so well when playing that I could usually shut my brain down and ignore them, which was a good and bad thing. She walked to the mini fridge in the closet and grabbed a bottle of water for us to share, opening it and handing it to me. She sat next to me on the padded surface.
I had played with other people before I met Mistress, but the one thing that always struck me about her was her tenderness. We played for our mutual benefit and enjoyment and although I always knew she was clearly in charge and control, I also knew that she understood her role and responsibilities very well. As the person in charge, it was her job to make sure that my needs were met, which included not only my mental safety, but my physical safety and needs as well. It was these small things she did for me while we were playing that allowed me to completely trust and give myself to her. She never used me as a tool for her abuse, nor did she ever ignore my responses and reactions.
I drank greedily from the water bottle but made sure to stop halfway through, knowing she would be thirsty as well. I handed the water to her and watched as she drank. Her lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle, throat moving with each swallow.
My eyes begged my brain to move lower, to soak in her whole body, but my brain knew better – even a brief look at her lips was potential for punishment, depending on her mood. I kept my eyes on hers, but let my peripheral vision absorb her hair – wild, fluffed out blond waves surrounded her head. She brought the bottle away from her mouth, screwed the cap back on, and set the empty bottle on the table.
"Lie back," she said, standing and walking over to the dresser.
I complied, contracting my stomach muscles and lowering my torso as smoothly as I could. There was a finesse to playing with Mistress and I strived to make each movement purposeful, beautiful and graceful. I made sure my body was in the proper spot on the large table, moving my arms and legs into position nine – legs together, arms at my sides.
"Arms and legs wide," she said.
She didn't need to turn around, knowing I'd be in the default position for this piece of furniture. I shifted to position ten – legs open wide, ankles at the edges of the table, arms above my head reaching out to the edges. I could hear several things being moved around and placed on top of the dresser for easy access, but couldn't tell exactly what they were. Her shoes sounded against the floor again as she turned and walked back to me, my eyes trained to the ceiling.
"My sweet, every time I see you naked and spread out, waiting for me, it's like the first time." Mistress practically purred with satisfaction as she spoke.
The cool, smooth leather of the pink cuff surrounded my ankle, and then the click of the lock rang through the room. Once she had both ankle cuffs on, she walked to the dresser. When she was back at my body, her hands moved to my legs as she worked to secure my ankles to the table, and I knew she must've grabbed a length of rope. She made sure that my legs were not flexed out too far or turned in such a way that they would be harmed as she tightened up the slack between each ankle and the table, keeping me spread open.
I listened as Mistress walked to the dresser and returned again. She was at the end of the table, if my step count was correct. I felt her hand on my left leg, fingers splayed to make the most amount of contact possible, moving up until she reached my bare lips. She dipped a fingertip between them, sliding it up and down a few times before taking a lip between her fingers. She pinched, not enough to be painful, just a sensation. Metal cooled my skin, and then there was a deep pinch. Even though I couldn't see what she was doing, I had a pretty good idea from our past playtimes that she was pinning a few small metal clothespins on each of my lips. They weren't too painful, just slightly uncomfortable. Their removal would be worse – the blood suddenly returning to an area it had been denied access.
I expected Mistress to lock down my arms next, but instead I heard the crinkly sounds of her dress and then what I assumed was the dress falling into a pile on the floor. I had to resist the urge to beg and squirm on the table, knowing she was naked and oh so close to me.
She began at my ankles, her hands running up my smooth legs. She set one knee on the bed between my legs and then the other followed as she stalked toward my torso. Her hands did not leave my skin as they slid onto my stomach and up my body, pressing herself against me. Her breasts cradled against mine, hard nipples skimming the surface of my skin as she moved. My arms shook slightly as I held them to the bed instead of bringing them to her body as I would if we were upstairs.
Her head was directly above mine and she smiled at me again, meeting my eyes. She leaned down and kissed me, a kiss filled with need, but soft with love. Her tongue swiped across my lips and I opened my mouth to her. I wanted more of Mistress than she ever gave, needing her always. I welcomed her soft tongue into my mouth, the gentle swipes of it across mine making me shiver. She knew exactly how I liked to be kissed and most of the time did so even better than I could have described it.
Mistress moaned into my mouth and I wanted so desperately to touch her, to feel her, to swipe my tongue across hers... I held still. I stayed quiet.
Her hands moved up into mine, holding them outstretched above our heads. She was sliding her body against mine, pressing into me and then pulling back slightly. Each time she moved closer, she shifted the clips and created more sensation. It took me a minute to realize she was grinding against my leg, my brain otherwise occupied with keeping myself under control. Once I realized what she was doing, I had to redouble my efforts to stay still and calm.
"Do you know why I left your hands free?"
"You're going to fuck me again with your mouth and I want those warm, little hands free to touch and love me, too."
As she spoke, she brought herself up to a sitting position on my lap and I realized that I needed to ask a question. My brow flinched the tiniest bit, but she had been looking right at me and noticed.
"May I please touch you now, Mistress?"
Her grin grew even wider than it already was. "Yes, my Pet, I expect you to begin touching me. I will let you know when I'm done with your hands. Make it good and I might give you your turn next."
God, I love her.
She leaned down and her breast was in my face. My hands immediately reached out for her. I lifted my head to capture her nipple in my mouth and the other was quickly covered with my fingers. I slid my tongue across her nipple, sucking lightly. Mistress let out a soft sigh and I knew I was doing a good job.
She lifted her breasts away and moved her body above mine. There were no pillows on the table, my head laid flat. Her knees came up around my head and she leaned forward slightly, bracing herself on the wall a few inches away from the edge of the table.
I brought a hand up and slid two fingers as deep inside of her as I could while my tongue continued to move against her. Mistress let out a low, soft moan and pressed her hips forward. I withdrew my fingers and used my hand to spread her, then buried my tongue deep inside of her. She cried out and moved her hips against my mouth. My other brushed back and forth between her breasts, stopping to stroke and tease one nipple, then switching to the other.
As if she wasn't already teasing and torturing me enough, one of her hands left the wall and moved behind her body to pinch my nipple hard. I moaned into her wetness, continuing to plunge my tongue as far into her as I could. I used my fingers to circle her clit and hopefully throw her over the edge of pleasure and into her orgasm. She had one hand on the wall and one hand still on my nipple, pulsing her pinches in time with the movement of her hips against my mouth.
Her grip on my nipple tightened and I knew she was coming. I pushed two fingers back inside of her. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue as she came around my fingers.
"Yes! Just like that," she said quietly.
I crossed my fingers inside of her and pressed her g-spot, drawing out a stronger orgasm than before.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
I could see the waves crashing over her as I felt her muscles constrict around my fingers. I used my other hand to cup her breast and rub my thumb across her already hard nipple. I was grateful for the opportunity to watch her come undone from below this time. I was sure in that moment that I had never seen anything as beautiful. It literally made my eyes fill with tears at the joy of being able to give Mistress such pleasure.
She released my nipple from her grip and the blood rushed back in, a dull throb beginning. My mouth was still worshipping her, kissing any and every spot I could reach from the insides of her thighs to her smooth, swollen pussy. I withdrew my fingers from her and cupped both breasts, knowing my time with them was limited.
She moved my away from her soft breasts, her fingers intertwining with mine and moving my arms back above my head. Her hair fell down over us both and she rested her head next to mine momentarily.
"No more touching," she said, her breath still coming in pants.
We laid together just like that for several minutes. She stroked my cheek quickly on her way to a sitting position. Mistress moved her body lower on my body again and grinned.
She reached a hand behind her, ghosting her fingertips over the tops of the clothespins, a fresh and painful reminder they were still there. I fought to keep my eyes open, leaning back on my reliable methods of deep breathing and calming thoughts. Mistress knew that pain was one of my weaknesses; sometimes it felt like I could never get enough, but she knew my true limits. I felt her tug on one of the clips and it slid off.
"You may speak."
"Oh God. Fuck," I moaned. The pain was replaced by pleasure as her finger traced the skin the clip had just been over.
"You like that?"
"Yes, Mistress. Very much," I said.
Her fingers moved to the next clip and pulled it off similarly, eliciting another moan from me. I'd been too lost before to pay attention to how many clips there were, but I kept track as they came off. Mistress usually used four on each side, depending on exactly what her plan was. The blood rushed back into the skin and I could feel the throb spread. It was hot and intense, pleasurable but painful, exactly what I wanted and needed and yet not nearly enough.
Mistress grabbed the next clip and pulled, this time with her fingers at the base, ensuring that it would not come off quickly or nicely. I cried out; it hurt like a mother fucker. There was very little pleasure with that removal, but her fingers had enough access now to run up and down my slit. Each time her finger would pass a clip on the other side, bumping into it, it brought the familiar sting. What I suspected was the last clip on that side came off the easiest. Mistress must have pinched it open from the top, no pain at all with the removal, only the delightful pulse once the blood flowed back through the skin.
"Halfway there," she said with a small smile.
She gave my clit a few playful taps before starting at the top on the other side. She removed each clip in a different manner, just as she'd done to the left side. When she was finished, she thrust a finger deep inside of me once and I moaned loudly. My whole pussy was literally throbbing and hot, the combined sensations of the clips, the teasing and the blissful torture.
"You're almost ready, my sweet," she said, climbing off of me. I missed her body immediately, not just because she was warm and soft, but because she always made me feel safe and loved, no matter what she was doing.
I realized she must have taken her shoes off earlier as she silently walked in the direction of the dresser. My heart rate sped up as it clicked that this meant no more counting footfalls to figure out where she was or what she might be doing. Eliminating my ability to anticipate made things harder, easier, better, worse. I tried to ease my brain, to stay in my sub space, and remind myself that Mistress would not hurt me. She was there to love me, to give to me, just as I was for her.
Mistress began to hum and I knew she was also now in the head space she needed to be in. Her tone had become more forceful very gradually over the last few things we'd done and I held back a smile. The real playtime was able to begin.
When she turned and walked to me, I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was holding two more pink cuffs and locks, latex gloves, and a black bottle. Lube.
She stroked my hair with her hand, then placed a cuff around each wrist, locking them together comfortably above my head. She moved down to my ankles to loosen the rope and bent them at the knee, allowing them a break and some relief from their previously stretched out position.
She walked away and when she came back had a small foam wedge in her hands.
"Up," she commanded, tapping one side of my hips. I lifted them per her order and she slipped the wedge underneath, elevating my pelvis. Once she had me positioned as she wanted, she moved my legs back to an extended position and tightened the rope again. She walked around more and returned to my head with what must have been a short length of rope, locking down my wrists through the cuff ring and a d-ring on the table. My hips were up, my arms and legs bound and mostly unable to move, and there were gloves on the table, with a bottle of lube. I had a pretty good idea of where she was going with this.
I was nearly giddy when she walked back around to face me, to look me in the eyes again. All it took was one glance and I knew I was right about her plans. I focused on not letting my exuberance at the knowledge that she was going to try and fulfill one of my greatest fantasies take over and break my focus.
"Love, I know we've tried this a few times, and I know it takes time to get it right, but I have a good feeling about tonight. Are you ready, my sweet love, for me to bury my hand deep inside your cunt?"
Her words were like music to my ears.