The Gauntlet
They were at a spa hotel for an overnight - in a beautiful corner room with a parlor section laid out between two sets of windows. She went for a massage, indulging in the serenity of the spa room by the sea and the talented hands of her masseuse. When she returned to their room, he greeted her at the door.
“Strip and kneel”
Her clothes cascaded to the floor, and in no time she was kneeling, naked, her body still soft and warm from her massage. He placed the collar around her neck and strapped her cuffs to wrists and ankles. The leather and silver presented a sharp contrast to her lightly tanned skin. He fastened a leash, leaned over, and whispered one word into her ear…
“Down”.
She immediately went to her belly on the floor. He led her by the leash, crawling, to the far side of the room and turned her so that she might survey the parlor. Across the room, 20 feet away, was his easy chair and the flat screen, where he had been watching a movie. Yet, along the carpet in the distance between, he had laid out his full assortment of implements - floggers, belt, paddle, crop, tawse, cat o’ nine tails, etc.
Again he leaned down and whispered in her ear…
“This is your place, here, on the floor. You will not move unless I summon you. If I do, you will crawl to me without a sound. When you arrive at my feet, you will use your mouth and hands in all the ways you have been trained to please me until I no longer need your service.”
He motioned to an imaginary line that began at the seat of each chair, very low to the floor.
“Your ass will not come above this line. You are here to be used, not to be seen. If that ass does rise above this point, I will take whatever implement you are next to and remind you of your role here today”
He left her there, returning to his comfortable chair and movie. After 10 minutes (an eternity to her as she lay prone), he snapped his fingers once. She immediately began to crawl towards him, flattening her hips and torso in order to remain as close to the floor as possible. But in her haste (and excitement), her ass rose up and was visible over the coffee table.
He stood, walked to her, picked up the flogger next to her, and flogged her ass as she sank into the floor. She moaned lightly and whimpered. And as her ass turned a wonderful shade of scarlet, he could see that her pussy lips were brimming with the wetness that betrayed her.
He whispered in her ear again:
“You are a piece of fuckmeat. You are not to be seen.”
He returned to his chair. She continued through the gauntlet, ever vigilant, but again she fatigued, and again her ass crept up - next to his leather paddle. Again, he rose. And again, she felt the sweet sting of his reminder.
Her journey across the room took 20 minutes. He used at least four implements in this span of time, but she was well past her descent into sub-space - it could have just as easily been a dozen implements over an hour’s time. She was nicely colored and soaking wet by the time she finally reached his outspread legs and got his cock between her lips.
At last, she was in her place. Her refuge. Her home.
He reached down after a spell, tousling her hair in his hands and bringing her on and off his cock forcefully. He released her and left her to her own ministrations, which she eagerly continued as he watched the movie.
And he whispered again, in that special way that delighted her and made her feel so very loved.
“goooooooood girl”
After a bit, he looked down at her and said only one word.
“Bed.”
She crawled to the bed and got herself up on it, turning away from Him and assumed His favorite position. Face down, forearms on bed, ass up, legs spread, and with enough arch in her back that he could see both holes - her dripping cunt and her puckering rosebud.
“Show Me.”
Two more words, met with immediate compliance. She reached behind with her hands and clutched an ass cheek in each, spreading her cheeks apart so he could get the most stark view possible of her most nether regions.
“Work It”
Commands coming in pairs of words now, but needing not a word more. She took one hand and worked her pussy - plunging a finger in, and removing it, dripping with her juices. She brought her wet fingertip to her clit, and swirled her swollen pearl as she clenched and un-clenched her rosebud, her toes curling with the exquisite torment. She absolutely dripped with desire, her hips undulating, nipples like diamond points, her breath coming in low gasps.
“Present”
Ahhhh….the word she longed to hear. She immediately moved back into his favorite position and worked her pelvis and back to present her dripping pussy to Him in the most erotic way she could. She knew if she pleased him there would be a good chance that His cock would soon be where her finger had probed. She waited, panting, and undulating, dripping and eager.
And then - in one swift move, she felt Him take to the bed behind her, grab her hips with a steel-like grip, and thrust His cock completely into her pussy - hard, deep, and full, until His balls were pressed against her slick pussy lips. She let out the tell-tale sound of a woman ravaged - a low, guttural moan.
But this was only his first assault. He pounded into her relentlessly, His cock hitting her cervix with each thrust. And He thrust so hard that His thighs made a slapping sound as they came into contact with her ass cheeks. She could feel her cheeks quiver and ripple with each thrust, and she felt helpless - pinned between His hands and His thighs, impaled over and over again on His cock.
She screamed. Moaned. Cried out. Whimpered. And still the onslaught came. And - unlike her previous disappointments with weaker men - she now felt an orgasm building - just the way He said it would. It came from deep within, like a slow wave building. It grew in its intensity, creating a quivering in her upper thighs and a hyper-sensitivity in her nipples, which grazed the bed with His thrusts.
She begged. ”PLEASE? PLEASE SIR, may I cum for you. Please, SIR, I need to cum for you!!!”
Torture takes many forms. He denied her - continuing his ravaging of her flesh until her eyes were rolling back in her head. He reach forward and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back until she looked in His eyes. And with His gaze - He penetrated her to her soul.
“Beg, girl.”
She begged and begged, shaking now in her attempts to suppress her orgasm until given permission. And he let her beg until she was completely focused - consumed with desire - and needing to give it all up to Him in the worst way. And then - the four words - not the ones He first trained her on - the ones He had given to her as her special gift in her submission to Him.
“Cum for me, girl.”© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
