Unorthodox Therapy (12 page)

“Don't stop,” Thomas whispered and licked my neck. “Also, tigress, don't you dare cum. It would be pointless if I simply brought you pleasure.”

Sadistic bastard. Yet, I couldn't stop my little tale, my eternal source of shame and guilt.

“They realize I've no panties on. They grab me by the wrists and pull my skirt up. One of them keeps my legs apart so he can eat me out while his buddy makes me suck his cock.” Thomas pushed a finger in my slit while still playing with my ass. His action mirrored the next stage of my disgusting fantasy and it was so hot it took all my efforts not to squirt on his hand.

“I protest but my mouth is filled. The guy licking my pussy is so great with his mouth that I cum quite a few times. They rip my clothes off and make me beg on my hands and knees.” It sounded even more disturbing as I told it out loud. The shame hurt more than his punishing spanking, but the pleasure of sharing enhanced the lust those dirty mental images provoked. Or, maybe it was because Thomas was finger fucking me harder with each word. “Finally, I break and they take me to the bedroom, forcing me to crawl like an animal. The first guy lowers me on his cock and slowly buries it in my lubed ass. His friend mounts my pussy and they start fucking my holes until they fill me with cum.”

Thomas withdrew his fingers from my sopping holes and I gasped in frustration. I wanted to beg him to finish me off but I still had some dignity. My body was left shaking vigorously, teased and abandoned without a satisfying orgasm.

I didn't realize how badly I'd been trembling until he wrapped his arms around my waist. His comforting hug was the opposite of what my flesh craved and I wiggled in confusion. Thomas kissed me in an infuriatingly chaste way.

“See, was that so hard? Thank you for sharing, my pet. You don't have to answer my other question.” He bit my neck again, leaving one more purple mark. “I've learned for myself.”

“Why don't you just fuck me and get it over with?” I hissed and shifted my hips in an attempt to grind against his erection.

My retort was followed by another rough smack on my butt and a quick stab of two fingers in my slit. As wet as I was his touch had been hard and unexpected. He laughed and pulled my hair back so he could look me straight in the eyes.

“Trust me, it will be a long time before you earn that privilege. Having sex with you isn't the ultimate prize.” Thomas kissed my neck again and brought his lips to my ear. “Rope or handcuffs?”

I thought I'd reached the highest point of lust my body and mind could handle, but the moment he uttered the question in a low, seductive whisper, a strong pulsation made me shudder from head to toe. My non-consensual fantasies always included being pinned down and overpowered but bondage had never been part of them. The possibilities of all Thomas could do to me were limitless.

“Rope,” I uttered with a new-found and unexpected confidence.

“Well, well, it didn't take as long as I'd expected.” He smirked at me and landed another rough whack on my body, this time hitting my thighs. “Do you really want to be tied? Or are you just so desperate to be fucked you'd do anything? Do you feel like a slut, pet?” Thomas slid his fingers into my mouth so I could taste my creamy juices again.

He didn't wait for a reply and instead walked away to the wardrobe. I stayed in the same position with my legs wide open and my hands apart from my body. He never told me to change it. What the hell? Did I really accept that I must obey him?

There was not enough time to beat myself up because my ‘therapist’ returned with several lines of rope wrapped around his forearm. The black threads gleamed under the warm light of the candles as Thomas started unwinding them. He smiled with approval when he saw me trying to keep my position even though my knees were shaking.

“That's it, little one, you're learning. Bring your wrists together and raise them above your head.”

Half an hour before, I would have argued and protested with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, but in that moment, my body was acting according to its own will. I didn’t obey only because Thomas would spank me again if I questioned his motives. The sight of the black snakes of rope hanging from his long fingers turned my brain into a hormonal mush. I raised my delicate wrists and waited for him to bind them. Instead, Thomas stretched one of the three lengths, knelt before me and ran it against my sodden mound. His intense eyes never left mine and followed my reactions as he pressed the knot harder and rubbed my clit with it.

“Does it feel good?” Thomas leaned forward and breathed on my pussy.

“Please...” I groaned and squeezed my vagina muscles in an attempt to gain some control. “If you keep doing this, I'll really cum. It's too much.”

He laughed and got to his feet. My slit had left its creamy signature on the rope and Thomas took his sweet time to inhale it.

“I don't think I'll ever get enough of how delicious you are when you're horny.” The knowledge of how much my sexuality affected him was empowering, but the next minute, any illusion of control melted away completely. Thomas lowered the D rings hanging from the ceiling and looped the rope through them. He quickly formed an elaborate knot and used the rest of the length to tie my stretched wrists together. My mental surrender began the moment the delicate yet firm restraint bit my skin and rendered me helpless. It was as if I were falling, just like the feeling when your brain is deprived of sleep. There was also fear, and its sharp claws made me wetter and more willing. I became lightheaded.

It was the first moment in my life I’d allowed someone else to be in charge.

Was it strange that I'd never felt more liberated than in that moment when Thomas fastened the knot around my hands? The burden on my over-active mind was melting away and allowing the sensations to take over without thought.

“I see you love silk.” He was kneeling at my feet, tying another length of rope to the eyebolt on the floor. I was hovering over him but Thomas was the one who held all the power. “I thought hemp would be way too rough for a first timer. Maybe we will try it when you come back for more. And you will come back.” After he tied one of my ankles on a very short length, Thomas reached out and tapped my pussy very lightly. I squirmed and arched my neck.

“Please... can't you take it easy on me?”

“It would be pointless. Everything I do here has a purpose. You'll see.” Thomas went back to work on binding my other leg as I writhed helplessly in my restraints. The distance between the two eyebolts was enough that I couldn’t even attempt to bring my legs together. My heels were touching the ground but their height just strained me more. It was the most humiliating position I'd ever been in, spread wide open, with my aroused holes on full display, my tits jutted forward. He would do as he pleased with my bound body and the thought that I was his plaything just made me want him more.

Want him? Yes, there was no point in denying it any further.

Thomas stepped back to admire his handiwork. He ran his palm down my breasts and thighs, squeezing my flesh with appreciation.

“Beautiful. You've absolutely no idea how many times I've imagined you like this.” My ass was already used to the pain but the thrill when he spanked it with an open palm again and grabbed a handful of it brought a strong throb to my tortured clit. “Mine,” he whispered in my ear. It was the single sexiest word anyone had ever spoken to me.

Thomas kept his distance and crossed arms over his chest. He had undone his black shirt and the small silver key was dangling on his well-defined torso. He was far from a classic, steroid-filled gym freak but the sight of the firm abs he had spent so many hours on made me salivate. My gaze slid down to his jeans and I found myself wondering what he was hiding there. Either way, I craved for him to fuck me until I was raw and chafed, to not show me any mercy, to ride me long and hard while I was on my knees, without a care for the consequences. The desperate, painful need was enhanced by the knowledge that he wouldn't let me have him so easily.

It was clear, even in my lustful state of mind, that he would torture me until I broke.

“During this entire course of therapy...”
Oh, fuck it!
Did he still insist on calling these sex games ‘therapy’? Stubborn asshole. “You'll be my property and a valuable pet. I can’t stress enough how I hate repeating myself but I want to make sure you understand it, boss. I'm the kind of master who wants the best for his property.” I should have been seriously disturbed by him speaking to me in such a way, dehumanizing me. He came closer and put his finger under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I tried to shift my gaze away at first but Thomas tightened his grip around my face. “You gave me the right to own you but it doesn't mean you're a voiceless, dumb slave who is good only for her holes. I consider that you are a reflection of me.” His lips curled into a cruel, satisfied smirk. “So I insist that my good pet will always be in top shape – wet, dripping and ready.” His fingers slid into my womb for way too short a time. “But also happy, confident, and in perfect health.” Thomas dug his nails into my chin in a harsh, cruel way and practically hissed, “And what have you been doing so far, bad girl? You've been ruining your good health for years.”

I blinked in bewilderment, amazed he would hold this against me. He was hammering home the point that he owned me and it did more than just tease my libido. Was it conditioning? It was absurd but I felt grave shame for letting him down.

“It's a miracle your disgusting habit hasn't started to take a toll on your looks.” He pressed his forehead against mine but it lacked any tenderness or intimacy. “Just the fact you poison yourself is bad enough. It's your duty to take care of yourself.”

“I know. Why else would I be putting myself through this?” I moaned while he tore me down.

“You may know that, Lina.” Thomas released my face and pulled my cigarettes and lighter out of the pocket of his jeans. “But I'm not sure the knowledge has sunk into your mind. Either way, you deserve to be punished.”

“Wait, you can't punish me for previous sins!” My voice was shaking and I struggled against the tied silk rope. There was no use since the knots were too well tied.

“The punishment is also part of your therapy. You know what the consequences will be from now on and you'll make sure you’re a good girl.” He caressed my face for a moment. “Remember, it's all for your own benefit.”

The brief act of kindness melted like a snowflake in a cauldron of fire. Thomas removed a cigarette from the box and lit it, using one of the candles.

“The ultimate goal is for you to be free of bad habits.” He grinned. “Lean forward, open your mouth and enjoy it. This will be your last one. Also, little one, keep your eyes closed and focus on inhaling the smoke. Let it fill your lungs.” I obeyed and wrapped my lips around the paper object, which usually brought me peace and joy. The urgency with which I drew the first smoke was obvious. It was as if I were a person on the verge of suffocation taking their first breath.

“But during the healing process, I'll have to supplant your obvious love of phallic objects...” Even in my highly intoxicated and obedient state, those words provoked my anger, and I would have snapped at him if my mouth had not been filled with a delicious blend of tobacco encircled in paper. “...With a much healthier addiction. Raise your ass higher and whatever happens, don't drop the cigarette.”

If I’d thought spanking was painful, now it seemed like a walk in the park compared to the rough blow that struck my already bruised bottom. It was a short strike, quickly followed by several others but the impact was immediate. Welts rose on my skin with every harsh onslaught of the long, wooden cane, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. Was this the cane Thomas had held so casually earlier? There was nothing casual about the precision with which he landed the smacks on my flesh. Tears were openly flowing down my cheeks and the cigarette was trembling between my lips. It was like my body was burnt up close by the flame of his punishment. To make things worse, the cigarette smoke was choking me hard and causing additional distress to my lungs. I was nearly suffocating and thought that would be the end of me, torn by pain on the inside and the outside.

Thomas chose the ideal time to stop. I heard him walk around to my front and order me to open my eyes. He pulled the cigarette out of my mouth. Tears blurred my vision and I exhaled the nasty smoke with relief, grateful to have the cigarette out of my mouth. Thomas cupped my face and brushed my tears away with his thumb.

“Next time you feel the urge to poison yourself remember this exact moment. Do you understand me, pet?”

Tears stained my face with my ruined mascara. I must have looked a total mess. Thomas held my chin up, not allowing me to look away or deny the disgrace of my situation, the roughness of his punishment. There was not a chance in hell I could ignore the smarting of the stripes forming on my butt cheeks and the heavy pressure in my lungs. I kept coughing and my throat hurt like hell. The throb of lust was still making my body shudder in an absurd contrast with the pain he’d put me through.

Thomas leaned forward, tightening his grip on my chin. His eyes were shards of ice cutting through any remaining inhibitions, as sharp as the strikes on my unprotected body. However, when he dug his nails into my skin, I felt nothing but a brief discomfort. The sensation of pain was slowly spreading from its focal point on the back of my thighs and right to the center of my caned ass. The tingle in my cunt was slowly turning into a raging pulse of desperate need. The memory of distress was marked in my brain but my body was embracing the pain, which increased my need to be fucked.