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“I agree. This isn’t working.”
Pure agreeable statement, but she rocked back slightly before she nodded.
“Nice is bad, Jodie? You want mind fuck. You want mean. You want things you dream about. You have no idea.
Her eyes widened.
Starting now. The rules are gone. I make my own rules.”
“Uh. What? They were your rules.”
I took down the list from the door and held it, slowly tapping the laminated paper against my leg. “No. They were not.”
After unfolding the flaps of the cardboard box, I tucked the list down inside and pulled out the two gags. “Rule one. You don’t talk unless I say you can.” As her mouth opened, with the buckles trapped in my fingers, I dropped both gags into view, and dangled them. “Talk and I use these.”
Like magic, her mouth clicked shut. Now I had her attention. That had worked. I was perhaps as stunned as she looked. She touched her tongue tip to her upper lip as I stood before her and she kept her gaze swinging from the gags to my face. I had a feeling I’d never had a woman so rapt in what I said. Addictive. The pulse of excitement had centered at my groin. Nothing I could do about it. I already knew that looking at women in bondage revved my engine. But I’d never done more than look at pictures.
Now I had an inkling that anything where I got to hold the reins, really hold the reins, was like oxygen to a man in the throes of suffocation. Incredible.
I ran through my epiphany, convincing myself as much as her. Bluntness was called for.
“My conclusions. You asked me to do this because you still want me in your bed. You want me to fuck you.” Her gasp, I answered by swinging the ball gag. She uttered no words. “Somewhere in your plans, you hoped. The rules, I made up those in line with what I knew you’d be thinking. You knew I’d not step beyond, or not much.
“This,” I swept my arm across, “This room was your idea. Your rules. Lock me up. Make me yours for a while, but not too rough or dangerous because that isn’t in my rules.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Though she frowned and shook her head I went on. It didn’t matter if she deluded herself.
“You imagined some safe little love affair, with some kink on the side? Doesn’t work that way. Either you hand over control, or I walk. No documentary. Nod if you agree.”
I waited. I could almost hear the clocks ticking.
When she nodded slowly, my heart kicked back in. If it had beaten at all for those last few seconds, I was unaware.
“Good. This room is no longer your prison. The house is secure and private enough. You’re coming upstairs as long as you behave.”
No protests. Good. For a woman who liked having an opinion on everything this was exceptional. I could have walked on a cloud, I was so hyper-aware of everything she did. Were her lips fuller, her cheeks flushed, her breathing faster? I thought so. But she didn’t know what I intended.
“Let me point out what could have happened if this stupid plan had gone wrong. If you picked a less restrained, a less sensible man. You’ve given me a hundred filthy dirty ideas about what I could do to you. I never knew what depths my mind could plunge to. Now I do. If anyone was mindfucked so far, it was me. Another man would follow through. You think these gags are bad? This one with the red ball is simple, it just stops you talking.” I laid the other, metal and leather gag across my palm. “This one is a spider gag. With this in, you can’t close your mouth and your mouth can be fucked. Do you have any idea of the things on the internet? Wait.” I held up my hand. “I guess you do, from what’s in those books you read.”
I bent and rested my hands on my knees. Mind fuck. This I could accomplish.
“You want a list? How about the list of things a man could do to you in this situation… I could make you wash my dishes naked with a gag in. I could tie you up, cut your clothes off and just stare at you all day – just because I could. I could make you be a piece of furniture and ignore you. Humiliating? Yes. I could train you to be an anal slut. I could fuck your ass all day long. I could collar you and make you crawl around on the floor like a dog at a convenient height for blow jobs. I could share you with the man down the street, stick needles in your nipples and use them and some string to fasten you to eyebolts in the ceiling. Want to try that one? And at the end of it all, if I was the worst sort of man, I could kill you and bury you out there on the beach.” I swung my arm up to point. “Maybe no one would ever find you.”
Now she was truly speechless, maybe even scared. Served her right. I watched the little swallows she did for a count of five.
“But I’m not going to. I’m your friend. Remember that, no matter what I do.” I smiled one-sided but I’m sure it didn’t reach my eyes. The eyes are the mirror to the soul and right then my soul was very dark.
Then I squatted down in front of her, a couple of feet away, reached out and ran the very tip of my forefinger along her plump bottom lip. “My rules. Open.”
A second’s hesitation at most. She shivered and her mouth parted. Mind fuck, here we come.
“Good. Jodie.” Then I very deliberately held up the spider gag, slipped it between her teeth, pulled her head forward, and held her there while I buckled it. Hair made a great anchor point. I slid my splayed fingers into the roots and tilted her head back then I added a rule. “Second rule. You do my dishes whenever I say. You wear the spider gag. You don’t speak unless I say. But first…” Eyes locked on hers, I advanced one finger into her mouth and stroked her tongue. And she let me.
Had I hypnotized her? She did nothing but stare back. What I wouldn’t have given to fuck her mouth right then and there.
Pure agreeable statement, but she rocked back slightly before she nodded.
“Nice is bad, Jodie? You want mind fuck. You want mean. You want things you dream about. You have no idea.
Her eyes widened.
Starting now. The rules are gone. I make my own rules.”
“Uh. What? They were your rules.”
I took down the list from the door and held it, slowly tapping the laminated paper against my leg. “No. They were not.”
After unfolding the flaps of the cardboard box, I tucked the list down inside and pulled out the two gags. “Rule one. You don’t talk unless I say you can.” As her mouth opened, with the buckles trapped in my fingers, I dropped both gags into view, and dangled them. “Talk and I use these.”
Like magic, her mouth clicked shut. Now I had her attention. That had worked. I was perhaps as stunned as she looked. She touched her tongue tip to her upper lip as I stood before her and she kept her gaze swinging from the gags to my face. I had a feeling I’d never had a woman so rapt in what I said. Addictive. The pulse of excitement had centered at my groin. Nothing I could do about it. I already knew that looking at women in bondage revved my engine. But I’d never done more than look at pictures.
Now I had an inkling that anything where I got to hold the reins, really hold the reins, was like oxygen to a man in the throes of suffocation. Incredible.
I ran through my epiphany, convincing myself as much as her. Bluntness was called for.
“My conclusions. You asked me to do this because you still want me in your bed. You want me to fuck you.” Her gasp, I answered by swinging the ball gag. She uttered no words. “Somewhere in your plans, you hoped. The rules, I made up those in line with what I knew you’d be thinking. You knew I’d not step beyond, or not much.
“This,” I swept my arm across, “This room was your idea. Your rules. Lock me up. Make me yours for a while, but not too rough or dangerous because that isn’t in my rules.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Though she frowned and shook her head I went on. It didn’t matter if she deluded herself.
“You imagined some safe little love affair, with some kink on the side? Doesn’t work that way. Either you hand over control, or I walk. No documentary. Nod if you agree.”
I waited. I could almost hear the clocks ticking.
When she nodded slowly, my heart kicked back in. If it had beaten at all for those last few seconds, I was unaware.
“Good. This room is no longer your prison. The house is secure and private enough. You’re coming upstairs as long as you behave.”
No protests. Good. For a woman who liked having an opinion on everything this was exceptional. I could have walked on a cloud, I was so hyper-aware of everything she did. Were her lips fuller, her cheeks flushed, her breathing faster? I thought so. But she didn’t know what I intended.
“Let me point out what could have happened if this stupid plan had gone wrong. If you picked a less restrained, a less sensible man. You’ve given me a hundred filthy dirty ideas about what I could do to you. I never knew what depths my mind could plunge to. Now I do. If anyone was mindfucked so far, it was me. Another man would follow through. You think these gags are bad? This one with the red ball is simple, it just stops you talking.” I laid the other, metal and leather gag across my palm. “This one is a spider gag. With this in, you can’t close your mouth and your mouth can be fucked. Do you have any idea of the things on the internet? Wait.” I held up my hand. “I guess you do, from what’s in those books you read.”
I bent and rested my hands on my knees. Mind fuck. This I could accomplish.
“You want a list? How about the list of things a man could do to you in this situation… I could make you wash my dishes naked with a gag in. I could tie you up, cut your clothes off and just stare at you all day – just because I could. I could make you be a piece of furniture and ignore you. Humiliating? Yes. I could train you to be an anal slut. I could fuck your ass all day long. I could collar you and make you crawl around on the floor like a dog at a convenient height for blow jobs. I could share you with the man down the street, stick needles in your nipples and use them and some string to fasten you to eyebolts in the ceiling. Want to try that one? And at the end of it all, if I was the worst sort of man, I could kill you and bury you out there on the beach.” I swung my arm up to point. “Maybe no one would ever find you.”
Now she was truly speechless, maybe even scared. Served her right. I watched the little swallows she did for a count of five.
“But I’m not going to. I’m your friend. Remember that, no matter what I do.” I smiled one-sided but I’m sure it didn’t reach my eyes. The eyes are the mirror to the soul and right then my soul was very dark.
Then I squatted down in front of her, a couple of feet away, reached out and ran the very tip of my forefinger along her plump bottom lip. “My rules. Open.”
A second’s hesitation at most. She shivered and her mouth parted. Mind fuck, here we come.
“Good. Jodie.” Then I very deliberately held up the spider gag, slipped it between her teeth, pulled her head forward, and held her there while I buckled it. Hair made a great anchor point. I slid my splayed fingers into the roots and tilted her head back then I added a rule. “Second rule. You do my dishes whenever I say. You wear the spider gag. You don’t speak unless I say. But first…” Eyes locked on hers, I advanced one finger into her mouth and stroked her tongue. And she let me.
Had I hypnotized her? She did nothing but stare back. What I wouldn’t have given to fuck her mouth right then and there.
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With her hands fastened to the O-ring above her, with one thick leather strap beneath her beautiful breasts and another above, as well as various other straps designed to keep her in place while I did my work—she was exquisite. Her glossy, night-black hair hung in delicious tendrils about her shoulders, with one strand long enough to curl across her nipple.
“Let me get that,” I said, roughly, and I tucked the offending strand of hair behind her shoulder. I pressed a kiss on her luscious mouth, and another on that nipple then I played with it with one fingertip until it popped upward.
(Dialogue cut)
I noticed her reactions in detail—the huff of breath after I kissed her, then the licking of her lips and the flutter of eyelids, even the slightest tremble of her body.
With my arm laid on the wall above her head, I leaned in to admire her. “You must have questions, my toy.”
She blinked and pushed against the leather before answering, making her breasts bulge out even more.
(Dialogue cut :P
“Let me get that,” I said, roughly, and I tucked the offending strand of hair behind her shoulder. I pressed a kiss on her luscious mouth, and another on that nipple then I played with it with one fingertip until it popped upward.
(Dialogue cut)
I noticed her reactions in detail—the huff of breath after I kissed her, then the licking of her lips and the flutter of eyelids, even the slightest tremble of her body.
With my arm laid on the wall above her head, I leaned in to admire her. “You must have questions, my toy.”
She blinked and pushed against the leather before answering, making her breasts bulge out even more.
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I stroked the underside of her breast. So soft. So giving yet heavy. “Untrue.”
“Fuck no. I did not.” She sucked at her lip.
“Don’t swear at me.” I hardened my eyes. She froze. “The rules are back. Take care.”
Steph swallowed a few times. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Now you’re uneven. Not teasing your other nipple would be unforgiveable, though here is beautiful too.” I traced around the intricate shapes and whorls of her ear while she watched from the corner of her eye. “You’re breathing harder, girl.” I smiled as her tongue tip flicked out and back in. Worried. I liked that. “Why do you think I’ve strapped you up here like this?”
She shook her head the tiniest amount.
“Why do you think I need these to stay in place?” I brushed my palm over each breast, circling over each nipple until they were both taut, then I moved my hand onto her belly, over her belly button, watching her contract her stomach muscles as she gasped.
Her clit was poking out enough for me to find it unerringly with my forefinger. I toyed with the tiny button, then I caressed from low down between her legs where her labia had swollen out nicely. Her moisture came along with my finger as I traced a warm wet path from her entrance, up her cleft, to her clitoris again.
She hadn’t answered, but I guess I’d distracted her, judging by her closed eyes and the way her pelvis bowed outward seeking my finger.
“Why, little toy? Why would I want your breasts still? Can’t remember?”
“Hmm?” She moaned as I increased the pressure on her clit, making ever smaller circles on top of it.
I chuckled. “Never mind.”
I pushed off the wall and brought over the little table that held what I needed.
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I picked up the long metal piercer with the hollow stem.
Her gaze focused on the instruments and her brow wrinkled. “What is that?” She licked her lips, staring at what I held.
“It’s a special piercing needle. Don’t you remember my vow to use metal to claim you? I’m going to pierce your nipples and put bars in them.”
“No,” she whispered. “Uh-uh. I don’t want that.”
“You have no choice. This is what I’m doing.”
Precisely this—almost putting a needle through Jodie’s nipple—had been what made me doubt myself and my sanity once before. I’d never have pierced Jodie without her consent, but with Steph, it called to me in a way that connected straight to my balls. The need to pierce and claim her was overpowering. It was my right. I owned her. She was my property to do with as I chose.
I ignored the rest of her protests. I placed the clamp on her nipple to hold it utterly still and she stiffened and keened quietly. After swabbing with antiseptic, I assessed how I should do this again. The long fat needle needed to go right to left just outside the center of each nipple. I settled the tip in the correct spot.
“Take a deep breath.”
That hesitation of hers said in bold letters how much this scared her.
“Now, girl.”
She inhaled, expanding her chest outward. A half second later, I sent the angled tip of the needle a fraction of an inch into her nipple. Her gasp turned into a tiny scream as I squeezed the needle further into the flesh, watching her skin swallow then embrace the metal. Her little ragged whimpers enthralled me. As if by magic, the point came out the other side.
The weird joy I extracted from causing pain was at its utmost. Seeing that piece of metal projecting either side and knowing I’d just tunneled it through her nipple. Seeing the rise and fall of her breast as she inhaled and exhaled with her flesh embracing my metal.
Sexual possession, sadism, power—all rolled into one. I think my gaze was as sharp as the point on the needle. I had to count backward to ten before I could go on.
“No blood. Pity.” I kept the timbre of my voice low as I stroked her shoulder, admiring her minutely as she huffed out a series of shallow breaths to control the pain. I was struck by a need to both reassure her and to do this again. “Good toy. You’re behaving beautifully. I’ll be quick.”
Then I did the other nipple. I was quick, but I still couldn’t help being absorbed in that moment as it slid through her. The penetration of her with a needle seemed to echo the intimate pleasures of sex.
I was breathing harder at the end too. Two pieces of metal in her. I checked her face but every few seconds I was drawn back to look at those embedded needles. Just for the pure sensation of holding her, I cupped my hand under one breast.
“How do they feel?”
“It. Ssss.” She sucked in a gasp. “It hurts! They’re throbbing. What do you think!”
I smiled as I carefully inserted the short bars through the hollows then withdrew the needles and screwed on the bulbs that kept the bars from falling out. “I think you’re brave. And...” I leaned down and kissed the top of each nipple once. “I think you’re ours now, whether you want to be or not.”
I stroked the underside of her breast. So soft. So giving yet heavy. “Untrue.”
“Fuck no. I did not.” She sucked at her lip.
“Don’t swear at me.” I hardened my eyes. She froze. “The rules are back. Take care.”
Steph swallowed a few times. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Now you’re uneven. Not teasing your other nipple would be unforgiveable, though here is beautiful too.” I traced around the intricate shapes and whorls of her ear while she watched from the corner of her eye. “You’re breathing harder, girl.” I smiled as her tongue tip flicked out and back in. Worried. I liked that. “Why do you think I’ve strapped you up here like this?”
She shook her head the tiniest amount.
“Why do you think I need these to stay in place?” I brushed my palm over each breast, circling over each nipple until they were both taut, then I moved my hand onto her belly, over her belly button, watching her contract her stomach muscles as she gasped.
Her clit was poking out enough for me to find it unerringly with my forefinger. I toyed with the tiny button, then I caressed from low down between her legs where her labia had swollen out nicely. Her moisture came along with my finger as I traced a warm wet path from her entrance, up her cleft, to her clitoris again.
She hadn’t answered, but I guess I’d distracted her, judging by her closed eyes and the way her pelvis bowed outward seeking my finger.
“Why, little toy? Why would I want your breasts still? Can’t remember?”
“Hmm?” She moaned as I increased the pressure on her clit, making ever smaller circles on top of it.
I chuckled. “Never mind.”
I pushed off the wall and brought over the little table that held what I needed.
…
I picked up the long metal piercer with the hollow stem.
Her gaze focused on the instruments and her brow wrinkled. “What is that?” She licked her lips, staring at what I held.
“It’s a special piercing needle. Don’t you remember my vow to use metal to claim you? I’m going to pierce your nipples and put bars in them.”
“No,” she whispered. “Uh-uh. I don’t want that.”
“You have no choice. This is what I’m doing.”
Precisely this—almost putting a needle through Jodie’s nipple—had been what made me doubt myself and my sanity once before. I’d never have pierced Jodie without her consent, but with Steph, it called to me in a way that connected straight to my balls. The need to pierce and claim her was overpowering. It was my right. I owned her. She was my property to do with as I chose.
I ignored the rest of her protests. I placed the clamp on her nipple to hold it utterly still and she stiffened and keened quietly. After swabbing with antiseptic, I assessed how I should do this again. The long fat needle needed to go right to left just outside the center of each nipple. I settled the tip in the correct spot.
“Take a deep breath.”
That hesitation of hers said in bold letters how much this scared her.
“Now, girl.”
She inhaled, expanding her chest outward. A half second later, I sent the angled tip of the needle a fraction of an inch into her nipple. Her gasp turned into a tiny scream as I squeezed the needle further into the flesh, watching her skin swallow then embrace the metal. Her little ragged whimpers enthralled me. As if by magic, the point came out the other side.
The weird joy I extracted from causing pain was at its utmost. Seeing that piece of metal projecting either side and knowing I’d just tunneled it through her nipple. Seeing the rise and fall of her breast as she inhaled and exhaled with her flesh embracing my metal.
Sexual possession, sadism, power—all rolled into one. I think my gaze was as sharp as the point on the needle. I had to count backward to ten before I could go on.
“No blood. Pity.” I kept the timbre of my voice low as I stroked her shoulder, admiring her minutely as she huffed out a series of shallow breaths to control the pain. I was struck by a need to both reassure her and to do this again. “Good toy. You’re behaving beautifully. I’ll be quick.”
Then I did the other nipple. I was quick, but I still couldn’t help being absorbed in that moment as it slid through her. The penetration of her with a needle seemed to echo the intimate pleasures of sex.
I was breathing harder at the end too. Two pieces of metal in her. I checked her face but every few seconds I was drawn back to look at those embedded needles. Just for the pure sensation of holding her, I cupped my hand under one breast.
“How do they feel?”
“It. Ssss.” She sucked in a gasp. “It hurts! They’re throbbing. What do you think!”
I smiled as I carefully inserted the short bars through the hollows then withdrew the needles and screwed on the bulbs that kept the bars from falling out. “I think you’re brave. And...” I leaned down and kissed the top of each nipple once. “I think you’re ours now, whether you want to be or not.”