Domination Games

Bedtime

Their room was sultry dark and warm when they walked in.  Alex
turned on an unshaded red overhead light that cast eerie
shadows on them and the room.  He released Gemma from the neck
corset and arm binder, then added padded wrist restraints
connected by  a light, twelve inch chain.  She was still
restrained in accordance with Cabal rules, but could do for
herself in the bathroom.  When she returned, Alex was wearing
his ruffled dress shirt, open at the neck and his dress
trousers.  He was staring into the flames jumping in the
ornate hearth, idly slapping at his palm with the cane. 

The rooms at the retreat were designed for dual use.  All the
furnishings were, of course, comfortable, even luxurious.  A
couple who'd had enough D/S or sexual stimulation during the
day could come to the peace and quiet of their room and
nothing would suggest that this place was one of the finest
B&D or D/S facilities in the country.  If, on the other hand,
a couple or a group came to their room revved up, and ready to
play, the same furniture would still suffice.  Regardless of
game or fetish, whether the guests wanted a mild tie down
session or a strict, inverted suspension or a tightly
restrained and strict thrashing, every prop or toy needed was
already provided in their room.  

The same hassock that looked so elegant, comfortable and
refined in the center of the conversation grouping, became a
strict whipping block with just a few simple adjustments and
the addition of some readily available leather straps.  The
decorative overhead chandelier hid an electric winch that was
capable of safely lifting over five hundred pounds.  The easy
chairs were modeled after the ones described in the classic
Victorian erotic novel "A Man with a Maid" and could suddenly
entrap the unwary victim in their spring loaded arms.  The bed
had the stereotypical brass headboard bed complete with
special hooks for easy attachment of whatever restraining toy
the players wanted to use.  Alex, of course, knew all about
this aspect of the room.  Gemma had, during their previous
visits, taken almost fiendish delight in capturing him in
every one of the hidden gadgets, and then giving him a first
hand demonstration of all their secret tricks.  Now, he'd be
turning the tables on his wicked love with her full, if not
completely willing, approval.  And he was definitely looking
forward to most of it.

Alex saw her standing in the bathroom door, watching him.  He
held out his hand, bowed, and offered her the hassock in
exaggeratedly courtly manner.  She visibly steeled herself and
then walked over and sat down.  "You haven't removed these,
Master Alex."  she said lifting her cuffed hands to point to
the nipple clips still vibrating on her breasts.  The
vibration precluded the normal numbing effect of long term
wear of the pinching little toys.  Her nipples were starting
to get sore.

"No, I have not.  Your hands are available.  You could remove
them."  

"No, I don't think so, Master Alex."  her tone was sardonic as
she recognized one of her own precise language word games.  He
had said that she 'could', not that she 'may' or was 'allowed'
to remove them.  She did so love the poor grammar of
Americans.  It gave a Mistress so many openings for
punishments without having to work very hard for them.  "You
gave them to me, you will take them off when you are ready
to."  She gave him a rueful smile.  "I already have enough to
deal with tonight, Master, without earning more demerits
breaking my own rules."  Alex grinned and reached over to
release the snap grips on the clamps.  She inhaled sharply,
her eyes nearly crossing from the sudden painful rush of blood
and sensation back into her nipples.  She had been more numb
than she thought.

Before she could regain her equilibrium, Alex bent down and
kissed her thoroughly, tasting her, savoring her without the
restraint she demanded in their normal roles.  When he broke
the kiss, Gemma found herself following him up, trying to
prolong the intimacy of the contact.  Her pussy was all but
spasming in response to the pillaging of her mouth by this man
who was supposedly her slave.  She had been kissed thoroughly
before, been eaten out expertly, and by highly skilled lovers. 
Alex himself was probably the best, most devoted worshiper in
all her experience, but if she had ever had a more erotic
moment in her life than that kiss, she could not remember it. 
It seemed that every other minute of this misbegotten day,
Alex became more and more a unknown quantity, more of a
stranger to her.  And that made no sense at all.  She was his
Mistress, wasn't she?  Wasn't she supposed to know him better
than he knew himself?

Alex gently pushed her back down to the hassock.  He sat on
the chair across from her.  "Well, Mistress, dear.  The time
has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things.  We have
some decisions to make tonight."  She gave him her full
attention, trying to ignore the pulse of her arousal and the
gentle throb of it echoing in her nipples.  Alex grinned.  "I
don't know if you've considered it, but there is no reason for
me to cane you tonight."  Gemma's head snapped up, her eyes
wide in confusion.  "Well, there's not, you know.  You've won
your way into the finals.  There are no penalties for not
winning tomorrow.  All you have to do is show up without the
stripes on your gorgeous black fanny and you are disqualified,
the competition will be declared over and we can simply go
home."

Gemma started to speak but Alex silenced her with a gesture. 
"If you decide to proceed with the game, we will have to cane
you and that has a couple of different ways to go as well.  I
can cane you tonight, get it over with, and you can rest on
your tummy tonight, not having that still hanging over your
head to disrupt your rest.  Of course, in that case, it won't
be what's over your head keeping you awake.  However, I think
I can get you to sleep tonight, sore fanny and all.  You will
probably be less sensitive tomorrow and will probably handle
the big game better for it.

"Or you can wait until tomorrow.  I won't have to cane you as
hard to ensure you are marked for the pregame inspection, but
you will still be freshly caned and probably more sensitive
than you would be in the first case."  He drew a deep breath,
and controlled himself.  "It goes without saying that I would
rather not cane you.  I have been sitting on the stripes I
gave myself all night and I cannot imagine inflicting that on
you, my love."   

"However, the decision is yours to make.  I will do whatever
you ask of me, and hope that you'll be able to forgive me." 
He stood and walked over to lean against the fireplace and
stare into the dancing flames.  Gemma sat for a long time. 
She had not considered that she could stop now and not pay the
price of a caning, that she could quit and not have to face
the evening as a pleasure or entertainment slave for the
membership, particularly for Rayna.  The solution had much
going for it.  For one thing, her favorite slave would not be
given the chance to get more of an upper hand with her than he
already had.  Just as quickly as it occurred to her, that
thought was dismissed.  Alex might enjoy having her at his
feet and playing little bondage games with her, but look at
him.  He was really upset about having to use the cane on her. 
And he did play his games very well.  The leather of the
hassock was becoming stained from the flow of her aroused
response to his kisses and caresses.

Besides, she really did want to win, she wanted Rayna
squirming and humiliated at her feet.  She wanted revenge for
herself and for Alex.  She stood, still balancing carefully on
the tall heels and walked over to Alex.  She brought her arms
down over him from behind and hugged his back to her.  She
gently brushed her sensitized nipples against the smooth
broadcloth of his shirt and shuddered from the sensation.  She
rested her chin on the top of his head.  "Gotcha, little
Master."  She giggled, surprised at her pun and the giggle
itself.  She was actually starting to enjoy this!  "I want to
win, Alex.  I want that bitch who put me here and who hurt you
without care for your health."  He spun in her arms, and then
scooped her into his.  His strength, as always, amazed her. 
He sat down in the easy chair and simply held her for a few
moments.  

"When do you want it?"

There was no question what he meant.  The caning.  "The sooner
the better, Master Alex."  He nodded and settled her on the
seat and got up to prepare the whipping block.  The legs
locked into hidden latches in front of the fire.  A hand crank
underneath the upholstery raised the hassock to a more optimum
height.  Leather straps were stored behind the bar and were
quickly attached to lick rings on the hassock legs.  When he
was done, Alex led Gemma to the alter of her coming
submission.  He put pillows on the floor on the fireplace side
of the horse to cushion her knees. Her knees were strapped
tightly to the furniture legs.  The hassock was wide and this
binding forced her knees to spread nearly two and half feet. 
The effect was to place her vulva on display and to make
clenching her cheeks very difficult.   Her torso was draped
over the top and then her hands and elbows were strapped to
the front legs of the of the hassock.  She could already feel
the heat of the fire on her buttocks and on her pussy.  A
final wide strap pulled hard into the small of her back.  The
strap forced her to arch her back into the hassock and to lift
her ass and shoulders against the restraints on her arms and
legs.  Every muscle of her lovely arse was taut with strain,
roundly and perfectly presented to the tender mercies of the
cane.

Alex left for a minute and returned with a face harness that,
when strapped on, would force a thick, wedge shaped rubber bit
into her mouth.  "The room is sound proofed, you know,
Master."  she said as he adjusted the straps to her head.  Not
only would the bit be uncomfortable, but the black rubber
tasted terrible.

"I know, but that isn't the purpose of this anyway.  I am not
as skilled as you are, Gemma.  I do not want to give you more
than five strokes, so I must ensure that I mark you.  I may
strike too hard and I don't want you biting your tongue or
your lips.  Remember when you used the whip on me?  You did
the same thing."  And in the bit went.  It was just as foul
tasting as she remembered.  And she remembered the scene with
the whip, too.  Alex had not walked correctly for a week. 
Scared the hell out of her because, once again, she'd gone too
far.  What was it about this man that caused her to lose her
carefully cultivated self discipline, her renowned control?

A small rubber ball was pressed into her right hand.  "Throw
this if you need me to stop.  You can't speak well enough
though the bit for a safety word.  I am taking you at your
word that you want to continue, so I fully intend to give you
the full measure of the five strokes.  Nod if you understand." 
Her head shook up and down in an exaggerated signal of
acceptance.  "Are you ready?"  Another nod.  "Well, I don't
think so, but trust me, beloved, you will be.  Oh, yes, you
will be."  A blindfold covered her eyes, his hand stroked her
back with a teasing, ticklish touch, and then, he was gone.

Alex stood apart from her, simply looked at her, bound and
blindfolded at his hands, for most of five minutes.  She was
the most beautiful woman in the world and he loved her. 
Didn't make a hell of a lot of sense when he thought about it. 
The tests and demands she heaped on him, the pain he had
endured for her and with her certainly did not have anything
to do with love as far as his middle class, third generation
Italian family preached it.  He simply knew that life would be
very empty without her.  Now, he was going to have to hurt
her, at her own request, to be sure, but hurt her, none the
less.  His own evening of sitting on the stripes he'd given
himself was proof of that.  He'd never intentionally hurt a
woman before today.  That Stephanie bitch would have to be
dealt with another time.  He was certain that she would be
looking for him the next time Gemma brought him here, once
again as the dominant member of the team.

The forced rigid posture of the bondage and the highlights
from the fire made her look like a statue carved of the finest
ebony.  Might as well get started, this was going to take a
while.

He approached her and settled beside her on the hassock. 
Gently, he ran his hands down her ribs, barely grazing the
skin.  He teased at still stiff and erect nipples and licked
ever so slowly and sensuously at the base of her neck and the
pulse points behind her ears.  Gemma shuddered against her
bonds and her nostrils flared in response to the sexual,
erotic teasing Alex was inflicting on her. 

Deftly, Alex moved down to her ass and began a thorough oral
assault on her helplessly exposed ass and cunt.  Agile fingers
found each and every erogenous point on her body as his tongue
drove her higher and higher.  Gemma growled into her gag,
unable to resist him as he used all the skills she had taught
him to attack her sensibilities with unerring accuracy.  

Tiny spasms started deep in the core of her, her breath came
in gasps, partially through her nose, partially around the
rubber bit in her mouth -- AL ... Most ... There ...

> SssaaaWhack!!<

Gemma screamed in fury and pain as the stroke of the cane
landed cleanly and sharply across both cheeks of her ass.  She
thought she must have come close to biting that damnable bit
in two.  So close to finishing what she was sure would have
been the best orgasm of her life and then, that.  Before she
could form another thought, the tongue and fingers were back,
working at those centers of pleasure she had trained Alex to
find with her crop in hand.  Fire of a different kind
rekindled pleasurably in her loins and the trip to the
promised land started again.  Once again she was reaching for
the little starry lights of climax when the cane struck, this
time about two inches higher than the first, but just as hard,
just as evenly placed across both cheeks of her bottom.

Now she knew what he was doing.  Several times in the course
of training Alex, she had forced him to orgasm before she had
strapped or paddled him.  Without the pain dulling haze of
sexual arousal to protect him, the fires she ignited were
twice as hot, twice as severe.  He had taken it for her and
she had felt exalted above anything in her experience.  Now,
he was doing just the opposite with her.  He was keeping her
on the knife edge of climax, using the body's own hormonal
pain killers to help her take the caning, to ease the pain of
the strokes.

Three more times Alex took Gemma to the limits of her erotic
precipice, and three times he brought her back with a cutting
slash of the rattan cane.  The total process took nearly forty
five minutes, especially since he stretched out her pleasure,
stringing her out as far as he could without letting her cum,
for the last two cuts.  

When he had delivered the last cut, he came around and removed
the blindfold and the bit.  Gemma's eyes cleared and she saw
Alex, kneeling in front of her.  He gently cupped her chin and
looked at her, his eyes scanning her intently for any
indication she was not conscious or that she was hurt badly. 
She saw the tears in his eyes, the regret that he'd had to
hurt her.  She felt loved.  Here, tied to this abominable
whipping block, her ass aflame from the cuts she herself had
asked for, she felt totally and completely loved by the man
kneeling before her.  Alex leaned over and kissed her, then
disappeared behind her again.  The hands and tongue came back
with a vengeance, and Gemma sang a song of ecstatic joy in
response to their attack.  The spasms began again, for the
sixth time.  A knot formed and grew in her belly; every muscle
in her entire body tensed to the point of cramping as he took
her higher.  Only her uncompromisingly rigid bondage held her
and kept her from gyrating madly from the teasing torment of
that infernally quick and dancing tongue.

Then, the world stopped.

As if turned off, every muscle in her body stopped moving. 
Alex seized the hard, tight little button of her clit between
his lips and sucked it in.  He held it with his lips while he
wirebrushed it with rapid, fluttering strokes with the hard
point of his tongue.  Gemma's world shattered.

When she regained her senses, Alex was back in front of her
with a glass of cool, white wine.  She lapped at it
gratefully, then, looked up at him.  "Kiss me again, please." 
Alex complied and, for the first time in her memory, she
kissed him back, tasting and savoring the flavor of her own
spendings on his mouth and tongue.  Once again, he'd protected
her when he could have gotten his own back without any chance
of reprisal.  And then she knew.  She would have to do
something about that but she had something she had to do
first.  "Alex, cut me again with the cane."  He looked at her
blankly, as if she'd lost her mind.

"You don't need it, Mistress, believe me.  The welts will show
up just fine tomorrow."

"I know, Alex, but I need the cane, now, without the gift of
your wonderful tongue to dampen the fire.  Just one, so I will
understand, first hand, the gift you just gave me."  Alex
looked at her as if she'd lost her mind.  She grinned
ruefully.  "Please Alex."  He shook his head again, but stood
and moved behind her.  She heard the cane sing as Alex whipped
it in the air to get the feel of it again.  His hand came to
rest at the base of her spine, just above the crack formed by
her buttocks.

"Ask for the cut, Mistress.  Say please."

He wanted her to ask for it.  He still didn't believe her so
he was using her own game to force her to ask one more time. 
All right.  "Please, Master Alex, one of the best across my
ass, sir."  The cane sang and the fire blazed anew in her
bottom.  She tried but could not prevent her scream of pain. 
Alex was at her face again.  She swallowed and tried to smile
through her tears.  Dear God, that had hurt, ten times worse
than any of the others.  Was that what she had demanded of
Alex?  She had to speak, had to talk, for him, now.  "Th ..
thank you, Alex.  I .... did need that."  She took another
deep breath.  "You don't know how much I needed that."  Alex
threw the cane away and reached for the straps restraining her
wrists.  She stopped him.  "No, not yet, dearheart."  His head
snapped up at the endearment.  She did not give out many of
those and usually they were given out with a sarcastic edge in
her voice.  "I need something else, now, more than I need to
be freed.  Give me your cock, Alex, make your slave girl show
her gratitude for the gift of your rod by orally loving your
other rod."  Alex stared at her, dumbfounded.  God, was she
going to have to break free and rape the man?  What more did
he want, an engraved invitation?

Alex evidently did not, because he was nude and in front of
her in seconds.  She had always admired his penis, especially
since she had shaved off his pubic hair the first time.  Oral
love was not something she had a lot of practice at, except at
receiving.  Tonight however, was different.  Tonight, she was
making love.  Tonight, for the first time, she knew the
difference.  She tried to give back, with the warmth of her
mouth and the touch of her tongue, all the gifts Alex had
given her this day.  It must have worked, because he was soon
holding her head with his hands and gently sawing his dick in
and out of her mouth.  It was not enough!  Suddenly, she
remembered what she had realized only today, that she and Alex
had never had intercourse, had never made love in that most
basic sense.  She tried to spit out the surging cock that was
now ravishing her.

Alex, sensed the change and pulled out of her mouth, breathing
raggedly.  My god, she thought, even now, this close, he is
trying to take care of me.  "Alex."  Her voice was a strange,
high pitched, pleading wail.  "Alex, make love to me, now!
here!  Please, Alex."  This time, she did not have to tell him
twice.  Thought became deed and he was inside her for the
first time.  Alex thought he had died and gone to heaven when
Gemma was sucking his cock, and he had descended into the
depths of hell when she had begged him to stop.  Now he knew
paradise.  His last thought as he spewed what felt like two
years worth of sperm into her tight, hot core was how in god's
name he would ever go back to the way they had been before
after knowing this joy.

Gemma awoke in the master bedroom bed several hours later,
Alex holding her tightly in his sleep.  They'd both passed out
from the force of their orgasms.  Alex had awakened first and
had unfastened her, bathed her and put her to bed.  In a few
more hours, she'd have to face the 'big game'.  Soon enough,
she thought, and snuggling more deeply into Alex's embrace,
fell back asleep.