Interruption

[Su****]

She held her breath a little as he checked their coats and turned to look at her, running an eye over the outfit he has chosen for her to wear that night.  She had felt naked beneath her coat, walking from the car, but now that she was standing here, the blue silk corset felt almost overdressed, she was so aware of it against her skin.  He stepped closer, drawing something from his pocket.  “Time to put this on for me” he said softly, and pushing her chin up he attached the lead to the leather collar she was wearing.  He stepped back, admiring her once again.  Then turned and led her through the door into the space beyond.

 

She had never been here before, and wasn’t sure what to expect.  The lights were dim enough to be comfortable, but gentle spots highlighted various items of equipment in the room. “Over there” he said.  “That’s where I will have you later.” He indicated towards a soft padded table, and her brain instantly responded with a flash image, imagining what it would feel like to be secured there.

 

They were early, and for the next hour as the club filled up, he led her from place to place, talking to friends, discussing equipment and toys.  Not speaking to her at all, just tugging the lead occasionally to direct her attention.  She was acutely aware of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, carefully locked into place before they left the house.  He bought her a bottle of water at the bar, handing it to her without a word.  Then eventually he led her to the table, turned to face her, and asked “Are you ready?”.

She nodded silently, a wave of nerves and excitement washing through her.  “I said, are you ready?” he repeated, more firmly now, eyes locked onto hers.  “Yes.” She almost stuttered. “ Yes, Sir.”  She wanted him to pull her in, wrap her into his arms, grab her arse and squeeze her, but instead he walked around to the other side of the table, still holding her lead, and then tugged her until she knelt up onto the lower platform.  She felt suddenly very exposed, the spot lights seemed extremely bright, making her feel the center of attention.

 

Around them, people continued to chat and circulate, and play.  Her Dom leaned in.  “Give me your hands.” He commanded.  She reached them forward leaning her body across the soft table top, and he took each in turn, securing her cuffs to the table legs in front.  When both were done she wriggled a little and pulled back, testing the strength.  There was a little movement, but she was held fast.

He walked around behind her, ran one hand across her back, across her buttocks, and down the inside of her thigh to her knee.  “Get these apart” he said and shoved her knee to the side, then gripped her ankle.  She could feel him working to secure the ankle cuff to the table also, and was prepared when he did the same to her other knee.  As he draw away to inspect his handiwork, she dropped her forehead down onto the soft surface, internally examining the sensation of being so exposed in such a public place.

 

Despite the music and the noise of people talking, she heard the zip of his bag, and despite herself tensed slightly.  She lifted her head, and saw him take out his favorite custom made flogger, and a light whippy cane.  He looked and saw her looking.  “Which is it to be do you think?” he asked, and reached our and stroked her face.  His hand then brushed across her shoulder, down her back, and settled on her lower spine, where he applied pressure, holding her still.  She dropped her head once more, listening to the music, not knowing what was coming, hoping he would be gentle, hoping that he would not.  Seconds passed, and she focused on the music, trying to settle into the zone so that she could take what he gave to her.

 

But when it came it was neither the flogger or the cane, but his open hand, delivering one sharp smack  to her right buttock, and despite her promise to herself to be still, she cried out in surprise and arched pulled forward as far as she was able.  The hand on her back pushed her back down.

Smack; the hand again, the sensation sharp and clean.  

Smack; again, and again, the hand on her back holding her down, her arse bare and exposed and heating up.

She moaned a little, brought her mind back to the music, and took a breath and relaxed as he paused, pushing her belly down and tilting her arse back and upwards, searching for the next contact.

 

He noted the movement and rewarded her with 6 more clean smacks in quick succession, and followed up be stroking her reddening skin gently with his fingertips.  He lent in close, murmuring to her, checking in.  She turned her face towards him, head still down, eyes closed, breathing with the music, enjoying his closeness, knowing that he would take her so much further.  Gently, he kissed her shoulder, then leaving just one hand resting on her back, he moved away again,

 

Seconds passed.  Then what seemed like long minutes.  She listened to the music and tried to sense his movement, but he was almost completely still, watching her.  She tried to relax and keep completely still, but as the seconds passed she started to anticipate and preempt what was coming next.  The dilemma of offering  her already hot behind up to his administrations, or pulling away was delicious, and she found herself tilting and rocking, unable to keep still as she waited.

 

Then she felt him move, and recognised the change of balance as he lifted his arm  She knew it would be the flogger a split second before the impact.  Smooth maple wood, custom made by a friend, and so smooth to touch.  Thwack! And then he lifted again.  An involuntary gasp escaped from her mouth, and she shuddered at the heaviness of the blow.  Settled, just in time for the next: Thwack!  And lift….

Thwack!  And lift….

The steady rhythm continued, and she gasped at each one, breathing through the ***, music carrying her, eyes closed and blind to the people in the room watching them, watching her.

She could feel herself getting even wetter, and she turned inward to the point of heat that was her clit, burning like a beacon under the steady onslaught.  It was hot and bright and wonderful and she could feel the vibration of each impact shudder through it.

Thwack! And lift….

And…. 

She moaned in disappointment as the next strike failed to land.  Pushed herself backwards, pulling at the restraints holding her wrists as she tried to raise her arse and reach the flogger herself if it wouldn’t come to her.  Then he blew gently across her hot skin, cool breeze emphasising the heat there, then placed his empty hand onto her, caressing, gentle, caring, and she collapsed a little, turning her head to the side again and moaning softly.

 

His left hand moved to her shoulders and began to massage the muscles there, and beneath his hand she relaxed, zoned out, melted.

 

His right hand moved, reached and upended the bottle of lube, trickling it across her lower back, across the hot skin of her buttocks and squeezing a generous amount to run down across her arsehole.

 

Apart from a slight shiver from the initial touch of the cold liquid she barely reacted, but within her zone she was already anticipating what was coming next.  She felt his hand slowly spreading the cold liquid across her skin, felt his fingers gently pressing and probing, and then slipping into her arse, exploring the tightness there.  She breathed gently, willing herself to stay in that relaxed state and let him in.  After a minute he withdraw and his finger was replaced with the unmistakable feel of the butt plug that he had recently bought for her, and she groaned slightly in anticipation, still meltingly relaxed.  He took his time, allowing her to relax and need more than he was giving her, until at last she couldn’t stand the wait and pushed herself back onto the toy, feeling the deliciousness of being filled.  His right hand moved to her back. His left reached and then put his phone down on the bench where she would be able to see it if she opened her eyes, the remote control app open and ready…  He leaned in close..

“ Open your eyes.” He commanded.  At first she heard but the words seemed very far away.  “Open your eyes!” he said again, louder now, and this time she recognised the command for what it was, and opened her eyes.  She found his gaze and locked onto it, and at that moment it was the only thing in the room that existed. 

“I have control.” He said, indicating his phone. “Who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours” she mumbled, almost under her breath.

“I didn’t hear that.” He said….. “Who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours!” She said, clearer this time, eyes still locked to his. “I am so yours. Please”

“And is this what you want, you filthy little sub?” he asked, smiling as he said it.

“Yes, please, yes” she affirmed.  Then moaned gently, eyes closing once more as he moved his hand towards the control on his phone.

 

The first buzzes of the hush toy were gentle but insistent as he turned up the power, and adjusted the rhythm.  Deep within herself she fought the urge to tense and concentrated instead on allowing herself to float unhindered on the sea of pleasure, the ripples taking her, and she in turn giving herself up to him.

 

She was barely aware of the movement, but even from her depths the swooshing sound of the cane registered in her mind.  She knew instantly that the sound was her pre-warning, her chance to prepare for what was to come.  She turned her attention to what she could hear, only then noticing that the hush toy was vibrating in time with the music, keeping everything in line, steady, insistent, both sliding her down deeper into her zone and building her up towards the precipice of climax.

 

The first strike of the cane was stinging, straight across both buttocks, spreading the impact evenly and beautifully in line with the music.  The sting cut through the gentleness of the floaty feeling, as if a knife was cutting the mooring lines strand by strand.  Involuntarily she gasped and arched, her hands clenching as she tried desperately to hold on.  The cane swooshed again, loud in her ears, louder than the music, louder than the deep buzzing in her arse, louder than the rushing that was already taking over.  The next sting made her cry out, and the next, raising her head and stretching up and backwards, her belly pressed hard onto the table, trying to pull her bottom away from the inevitable stinging *** that she knew would follow.  Her cries added to the Hushes power, and her movement helped those vibrations penetrate deeper into her belly, and she continued to stretch, seeking more, more, more…. Unable to control her urge to thrust forward.

 

His hand found her shoulders, moved to the middle of her back and pressed her firmly back down, and she moaned in complaint as she complied.

 

For the next few minutes she remained beautifully still, absorbing the stinging *** from the cane as he expertly administered blow after blow, quicker now, in time with the music that he knew she relied on to keep her steady, softer at first as he increased the area that he worked on, then harder as she warmed.  Her buttocks were already red, and he moved slowly up, to her ribs, her shoulders, taking care around her tattoos,  hand still holding her even as the cane swished through the air close behind her.

 

Strand by strand the mooring ropes gave way and she was sliding away, a fast helter skelter ride, unstoppable and wonderful, and she gave herself up to it, to him, welcoming the ride into a deeper subspace.  And as she fell she made the mistake of opening her eyes to the lights.  Which shouldn’t have mattered as she would usually be blind and unaware of the appreciative audience around her.  But by coincidence she saw someone she recognised - her Dom’s number one sub, standing on the sidelines, waiting patiently, watching and smiling.

 

Despite the unstoppable slide down, she was suddenly struck with an irrational *** that he would leave her, just when she needed him the most.  The next strike of the cane cut through the rhythm, and she lost the music.  Her hands clenched into fists, trying to grasp onto something to hold her steady, and she arched again, pulling away, stretching against his hand on her back, pulling at the restraints on her wrists, shaking her head.  He didn’t register the reason for the change, but acknowledged it, coming close to her, both hands now on her body, one sliding under her, the other resting on her bottom, an awkward embrace.

 

She couldn’t explain.  Could barely talk.  But he bent close to her ear and reassured her, “okay okay I’m here, I’ve got you”.  Those words that she so desperately needed to hear pushed her close to the edge and she felt so close to tipping over, that she burst into tears, unable to speak at all.  He held her for a few seconds more, then asked “Are you okay?”

She quivered and sobbed.  He asked again “Are you okay? Tell me!” 

The command caught her long enough to open her eyes and look at him.  To nod soundlessly.  Then to whisper “ please….”

He bent closer, to hear her beneath the music.

“ Please don’t leave me.” She whispered.” I need you. Don’t go…” 

“I’m not going anywhere” he said. Not understanding the reason, but understanding the need better than she did herself.

“I need you now” she pleaded, begging him with her soul, needing him to finish this, to take her all the way and be with her there, terrified that he would walk away “ please…!”

 

He responded, his left arm tucked beneath her body, hand cupped under her breast.  His right hand moving now to find her pussy, and entering her deeply, fast, burying into her wetness.  Then pulling back and thrusting even deeper, and again, and again. Working to her rhythm, feeling her need and giving her everything.

 

Beneath, and deep, she felt him touch her on every level.  His hand deep within her, feeling the Hush buzzing in time with both the music and his hard thrusts.  The sensation from her clit overflowed and added a sharp upper accent to the extreme pleasure.  She felt herself tipping, falling, out of control and sobbing into the moment as the final climax engulfed her completely, sweeping her away. And still he was there, pushing her that little bit further, asking her body to give him more than she knew was possible.  Despite the tears, or perhaps because of them, he continued, fucking her hard, his hand so deep within her.  Inside she pulsed and squeezed, and ultimately her muscles clenched in a spasm so deep that he felt trapped within her, her back arched, and she was unable to breath or move or think or do anything other than exist in that moment, the moment so intense that she was unaware of anything else… Just that he was wonderfully there, with her, holding her, the only thing in this deep place, the only thing holding her together as she exploded into a million pieces and ***tered.

 

But of course even timeless moment cannot last, and the drop back out of the space came hard and she collapsed, panting hard, pulling at the restraints as she tried to turn towards the comfort of his body.  He quickly moved to turn off and retrieve the hush, and release her, embrace her, pick her up and carry her to a nearby sofa which was swiftly cleared by onlookers. He sat with her curled up at his side, holding her close, stroking her hair, covering her with a blanket, as she still shook with the sobs that racked through her being.  He held her tight and understood her need.  Eventually she calmed and turned her face towards him, eyes still closed.  “I’m sorry” she said, “I’m sorry” over and over again.  Then “Thank you.”  More tears.  More shudders as the aftershocks rolled over her.  He continued to hold her, whispering to her. “It’s okay. You’re perfect.  You are such a good girl. Wonderful girl. You’re safe. I’m here.”

 

As always, it took a while to recover, and even then she felt shaky and needy, emotionally and physically exhausted.  When she was able to sit, he sent his number 1 sub to fetch water for them, and held her as she drank.  His No.1 sat next to her, supporting her too, smiling and understanding what had happened, acknowledging both of their places, and offering her own support.  The experience would be talked about later, but for now, she felt safe just sitting, flanked by these two people who cared about her so deeply.

 

 

 

[ju****]

Brilliant writing. Thank you so much for sharing.

Edited February 8, 2020 by justcurvysub