Obedience (part two) - the dungeon

[Ar****]

His hands glide over your shoulders, worn and warm. His fingers graze your neck as you hold out your arms, unable to speak. Your coat falls to the floor, a misshapen lump of red. His lips press against your throat.
“I need clear consent,” he murmurs. “If you refuse, it is your right, and I will see you safely home.”
“If not?” The whisper tumbles from your lips. “What happens then?”
His voice is near your ear. “Then you are my plaything tonight, and will do what I want with you. You remember the limits we discussed? I’ll honor them. But you’ll belong to me until we’re through.”
“That one,” you say at once. “Definitely that one.”
His laugh is like a growl in his throat. “Then answer me appropriately.”
“Please, know I consent, Master,” you say. “I trust you.”
His answer is delicate fingers at your zipper. The dress joins your coat; he groans at the sight of your 1940’s lingerie, black, lacy, complete.
“Good girl,” he says, running a hand over your garter absently. You shiver at his touch on your thigh. “GOOD girl…”
He guides you to the cross, securing your wrists and ankles. A satin blindfold, a gag. “Nod your head three times and I will release you without question,” he murmurs, tweaking at a nipple. “Nod once to show you understand now.”
You Bob your head rapidly.
The flogger takes you by surprise. You moan into you gag, your body straining automatically. Your breathing is ragged as he continues, and he stops to attach a belt to your thigh, forcing a magic wand against your clit.
You scream, and the flogger starts again. One minute, the agony is his pleasure; the next, your body transmutes, and it’s yours. Your mind fogs. Your moans encourage more—harder, please—
You scream again when the wax coats your breasts, the pretty bra and panties long since cut away.
The buzz of his fuck machine makes your whole body shudder. He coats his fingers in scented lube and enters you, humming in approval at your soaked pussy. When he’s three fingers deep, he stops, inserts anal beads, and then the dildo fucks your pussy.
You’re panting like an *** now, for pleasure builds. You orgasm, and he removes your gag. His lips against yours. His hand is at your nipples, the other holding that infernal, wonderful, maddening machine.
“Master,” you finally gasp. “What about you?”
“When you come five times,” he says, “I’m going to fuck this ass for myself.”

Your heart beats louder than the toy.