Sir and Sub - Part 2

[Si****]

His eyes gleamed in the dim light as he assessed her spent form.  He gently helped her to her feet, his hands steadying her as she swayed. "Come," he commanded, his voice low and resonant.  She obeyed instantly, moving to the center of the room where he confirmed her blindfold remained secure.  His next command, "Table," sent a shiver through her.

She dropped to all fours, her arms directly beneath her shoulders, knees slightly wider than her hips. He placed a spreader bar between her knees, leaving her completely exposed and ***. The air felt cold against her heated skin, beads of sweat clinging to her body, heightening her arousal.

His hand traced her spine, lingering at the base of her back, his fingertip exploring the cleft of her buttocks. He traced her crack with a slick digit, feeling her muscles clench. A gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of trepidation and excitement. He produced an anal hook, its curved metal gleaming faintly.  The sight sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through her, her pussy clenching involuntarily.  After lubricating the hook generously, he began to gently insert it, the sensation both stretching and filling her in a way she'd never experienced.

Her body tensed, muscles clenching around the unyielding metal. The hook slid deeper, its curved tip sending jolts of pleasure that brought tears to her eyes. He watched intently, his gaze never leaving her as he worked the hook, stretching and preparing her.  The pressure intensified, a sweet agony she craved.  His guttural voice resonated, "You are mine, and mine alone. You will enjoy what I want, when I demand it. This hook will be a reminder."  She felt a strange peace in her surrender.

With the hook fully inserted, he admired his handiwork, a declaration of his dominance. He picked up a hemp rope, its rough texture a stark contrast to her skin.  He wrapped it around the base of her ponytail, his grip firm but not ***ful. He then wove the rope through the loop at the end of the hook, creating a taut connection between her head and her anus – a visceral, erotic tether.  Each shift of her body moved the hook within her, a constant reminder of her submission. A gasp escaped her as her hair was tugged, a new kind of dominance she found strangely exhilarating.

He moved to the bed, selecting nipple and clit clamps.  He attached a clamp to each nipple, the cold metal pinching her sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp. He repeated the process, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she savored the delicious ***.  Her body tensed under the pressure, the clamps a constant reminder of her vulnerability. He stepped back, admiring the clamps hanging from her swollen peaks, pulling and tugging with each breath.

He caressed her cheek, his thumb stroking her mouth. "Open," he instructed, and she obeyed. He slid his thumb inside her mouth, tasting her desire. She cleaned it eagerly, his gaze unwavering. He then moved to her clit, already swollen and sensitive.  With a wicked smile, he attached the third clamp, its jaws closing over her clit, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. The weight was surprising, a constant reminder of the pleasure-*** dynamic. The chain dangled, brushing against her inner thighs.  A primal sound escaped her as an orgasm began to build.

He tugged gently on the chain, watching her body jolt.  He tightened each clamp, the beads rolling over her swollen flesh, the *** a sweet crescendo that had her hips writhing.  She was a canvas of desire, marked by his dominance.  Her breathing grew erratic as he tightened the clamps further.

With a flourish, he lit a candle, its flickering flame casting shadows across the room. He placed the candle between her shoulder blades, the melted wax running down her back, creating a rhythmic sensation of heat and tightening skin.  He took a sip of his drink, the ice clinking against the glass a rhythmic counterpoint to their dance of desire.

He returned, placing a cold glass on her lower back, the cold water contrasting sharply with the warm wax. He took an ice cube, tracing a frosty path down her spine, the chill sending shivers through her.  He slid the ice cube between her buttocks, then lower, until it rested at her pussy's entrance. He pushed it inside, the coldness making her body spasm.  The icy coldness attacked the heat of her flesh, a thrilling duet that had her hips bucking.

His eyes never left her as he enjoyed the symphony of pleasure and ***. He whispered sweet nothings, his words a dark poetry of submission and dominance.  He cupped her, the heat of his palm a tender contrast to the ice. She nodded frantically, pulling on the anal hook as he slid a finger inside her, sending a wave of pleasure to her core.

He took another ice cube, teasing her nipples, making them peak further. He toyed with the chain, tightening the clamps.  "Does that feel good?" he asked, his voice deep and authoritative.  She meekly responded, "I give myself in full submission to you, Sir."

He placed the ice cube on her nipple, the sudden chill making her back arch.  He then removed the candle, placing the final ice cube on her lower back. He began to glide his hand down her spine, the cooled wax adding a new dimension to the sensations. He parted her folds, his rough fingertips working over her slick pussy. He found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her.  She gasped as he entered her, the stretch and burn a delicious agony. He began to move, his strokes deep and slow, drawing out her pleasure.  The clamps pulled with each thrust, the *** a sweet reminder of her submission.  Her moans grew frantic, her body moving in time with his.

He tugged on the chain, increasing the tension on her nipples and clit.  "You're mine," he commanded.  He continued to fuck her hard, her body a whirlwind of sensations.  Her orgasm washed over her in waves, the *** and pleasure blending into a symphony.  He reached his climax, his cum spilling into her.

As the pleasure subsided, he leaned over her, removing the blindfold. He untied the rope and hook, carefully removing the hook. He unclipped the clamps, the sudden release making her hiss. He guided her to the bed, removing the wax with gentle care.  He whispered soothing words, his touch tender and loving.  He massaged her skin, the *** a reminder of the pleasure that had come before. As they lay there, he promised her an additional play partner in their next encounter.

[Si****]

Incredibly erotic. Really beautifully written with wonderfully intense actions that every sub would crave.

[Si****]

6 hours ago, SirensLacrimosa said:

Incredibly erotic. Really beautifully written with wonderfully intense actions that every sub would crave.

Thanks for the feedback SirensLacrimosa.