Twenty Tones of Red (30 page)

There was somethin
g naughty and delicious about what he was doing and the most wanton and shameless part of her wished it was himself he was thrusting into her so that she could pleasure him. Instead a three inch length of rubber phallus was pushed into her mouth and the thick straps tied tightly behind her neck. The gag was cleverly designed to not only silence her but also remind her of her subservient position and create the continuing sensation that she was providing oral pleasure for her master.

F
or a while he stood close to her and whispered tormenting phrases in her ear. He told her that she was a slut and a bitch who needed punishing and each time he used one of the deliciously degrading words she felt a flicker of excitement. It was very much her own language being played back to her as it was she who had told him how much of a turn on she found the verbal abuse.

Occasionally he pressed the vibrating egg a little firmer between her legs and she f
elt her arousal start to build. The point was not to give her pleasure but to torment her and he always stopped before she could become too turned on. He continued the torment by playing with her breasts and pulling on the chain that held the pincers on her nipples. Without warning he released the clamps and stabs of pain exploded in her chest. She let out a fierce gasp behind her gag. The pain intensified for a few seconds until she thought it would become unbearable then it faded and she started to breathe again.

Next there was a ripping sensation
around her thighs that reminded her of a waxing at the beautician’s. He was removing the tape that held the vibrating egg to her and she was deprived of its stimulation. Leaving the gag in her mouth he then moved to her ear and told her in a slow tormenting voice that the next stage of her punishment would be clothes pegs and a whipping. The memory of the pain in her nipples was still raw in her mind and she was acutely aware that she was about to experience a level of pain that would leave her breathless and weak.

In the true spirit of sexual torture he left her to enjoy t
he thought of what was to come. Her hypersensitive body had flushed her mind full of hormones and pleasure chemicals to such an extent that while she wriggled against the wall with the penis gag firmly in her mouth she could feel her own slick wetness building between her legs.

S
he had no idea how long he left her for. When he returned he crept up quietly and the first thing she knew about his presence was the terrible grip of a wooden peg being closed around her inner thigh. She gasped through the gag and he continued; moving carefully up both her legs then putting a couple on the outer lips of her pussy. The whole area below her waist was a pin cushion of tiny spikes and her breathing was short and difficult.

There was more to come. He started again with pegs around the tight taught skin
of her belly then moved up to apply them to her breasts and under her arms. He knew exactly where to pinch and left the pegs in all the most sensitive and delicate areas. Most painful of all he finished by applying a clip to each of her nipples. The swollen pink buds were already outrageously tender from their earlier torture and when the wooden teeth closed around them she pushed a desperate gasp of air down her nose and out around her gag.

She
was stretched taut and throbbing but the sensations were bearable. The pain never rose to become overwhelming but it never faded. He had successfully stimulated every inch of her and as usual he sat back for a while to watch. She heard the creek of an armchair and knew that he was observing her predicament. She hoped that he was stroking and touching himself too; after all she was helpless and on display and what was the point if he didn’t take pleasure in it? Although it was unspoken she knew that on most of the nights they indulged in serious play he pleasured himself whilst she was hooded and blind.

She heard
rustling and knew that he was preparing for another stage. It would be either more clips or a beating and she couldn’t be certain which.

A
slap came out of nowhere. It was a multi-tailed whip and he was using it to knock off the pegs .The next blows came quickly and were across her chest. They hit her breasts and a line of clips flew off. Blood rushed to the spot and every nerve in her body seemed to flash alive.

He
increased the pace and soon the strands of the cat of nine tails had knocked all the pegs from her body. Every inch of her skin was on fire but slowly cooling. He came and kissed her gently and tenderly around her ears and jaw line and she squirmed. He knew the tender places that drove her wild and the gentle touch of his warm lips was a powerful contrast to the sting of the pegs and whip. The pleasure was only temporary. Without a word of explanation he pulled away from her and she heard him tread up the stairs once again. He was playing the scene to perfection. She had experienced intense stimulation, burning pain and humiliation and now that her body was throbbing like a single excited entity he was leaving her to reflect on her predicament

It’s difficult to tell how time is passing when one’s body is hyper-aroused and one’s senses are distorted. As the burns and stings subsided to a steady throb she lost track of the passing minutes and drifted into a soft sensual daze. She floated in her own dreamy space for a while then rose slowly to the surface of reality. The glow of pain-released endorphins gradually faded and as her heart beat slowed she became aware that she was tired and thirsty. Her mind began to drift to the tightness in her wrists and ankles and her desire for a drink. This was the stage when a scene was beginning to reach its end, she was no longer being stimulated and her endurance had been tested close to her limit. She was certain that he would’ve been thinking about this and waiting to release her. Sure enough she heard him return a few minutes later and he stood for a while stroking the marks and welts all over her body. He must have decided that she was still capable of tolerating a little more punishment because he then set about preparing the next scene. The shirt was unwrapped from her eyes but before she could adjust to the light a black cloth hood was pulled over her head. It was pulled tight at the neck and she was plunged into an even deeper darkness. She then heard the buzz of a motor and instantly knew what he had in his hand. It was a Hitachi magic wand, their most powerful and effective vibrator. Without giving any more warning he pressed the head of the toy between her legs and she almost melted with the rising pleasure. Breathing heavily through her gag she felt the muscles in her thighs and tummy tremble with exquisite sensations and was focussing on enjoying her blossoming orgasm when his voice was suddenly near her ear. “Where are you out of ten slave? Shout it out.” It was part of the orgasm code that they used. She was required to tell her master how close to orgasm she was and that moment she decided she was already very near. “Seven master,” she murmured through the gag. Her voice was garbled and muted but he was close enough to make out the number. The top of the machine was angled a little tighter on her clit and the breath-taking pleasure increased even more. “Eight master.” She panted. “Nine master.” The very core of her was just about to explode in tremendous blissful release when he pulled the machine away.

“Good girl.” He said in a voice deep with a gravelly sexiness. “I’ll just let you calm down a bit.”

He left her for a few minutes then without warning she heard the motor again and the vibrator was back against the folds of her soaking pussy. “Out of ten slave!” he demanded again.

“Eight master…eight and
a half master…nine master…I’m cum-” The toy left her flesh and the sensation started to reduce. She’d been so close she thought for a moment that she would be able to will her orgasm to completion with the force of her mind and imagination. She couldn’t. Bit by bit her body relaxed and her climax melted away. His hand went between her legs and explored her. She shivered violently as he slipped a couple of fingers inside her and pulled them away soaking with her juices. “That’s all you’re getting for now slave,” he said close to her ear and then she heard the delicious sound of him sucking his fingers. He left her and she hung on her bonds gathering her breath and reading the sensual messages pulsing from all over her body.

When he came back to her he was silent. She sensed him examining her and then she was unchained and the gag was taken from her mouth. She swallowed and licked her lips with relief, enjoying the liberating feeling of gaining control of her own mouth again. The scene was now to change. The extreme punishment was complete and now it was time for more subtle play.

As he led her up the steps by the chain around her neck she wondere
d what was coming next. Whatever it was going to be it ought to be interesting. By being extremely and deliberately disobedient she’d given him the strongest code she could that she wanted extreme punishment and she wanted a lot of it.

A
t the top of the steps he made her kneel and proceed on her hands and knees. She was still blindfolded so she relied on the tugs on her lead and her knowledge of the house to make sure that she didn’t bump into things. She felt cool tiles against her skin and knew that they were moving into the kitchen. He had presumably eaten and drunk as much as he liked but she hadn’t had anything since lunch and was becoming increasingly hungry. He must have known this because she heard the scrape of something ceramic and guessed that he’d used his foot to move a bowl in front of her. His hands reached down and rolled up the cloth of her hood until it sat across her eyes. “That’s your dinner you hopeless bitch,” he proclaimed icily. It was a good act and his use of the b-word gave her a shudder of excitement.

She pressed her face forward, found the edge of the bowl and discovered that it cont
ained milk and lumps of soggy bread. It was typical slave food and she sipped at it eagerly knowing that it would be all she would get. She knew that he found watching her eat on the floor intensely erotic and made sure she consumed the bowl like an animal and let some of the milk dribble around her chin. When she’d finished she looked up like an eager little puppy and he knelt and cleaned it off her with his fingers then made her lick them clean. Next he rolled her hood back down under her chin and took her up the soft carpeted stairs to the bathroom.

She knew the drill. S
he would be made to urinate in front of him and it would be her only chance that night. Still in total darkness she found her way onto the toilet and after a short pause managed to pee in front of him. She wasn’t allowed to do anything without instruction and so sat and waited patiently for him to clean her. He did so, gently dabbing her with toilet paper while she kept her arms obediently folded behind her back. It was an important part of the master slave relationship. She wasn’t allowed to do anything for herself and this gave him powerful psychological control.

H
e finished the bathroom routine by rolling up her hood, gently wiping her face then opening her mouth to give her teeth a cursory brush. She spat only when commanded and found that she’d slipped deep into subspace. She’d been so long under his command and so dependent on his instructions that she felt although she were looking down on the girl in the bathroom rather than being part of what was happening. It was one of the many highs that she found being submissive could give her.

Although now dreamy and a little spaced out s
he was still intrigued to discover how he would end their evening session and when they moved into the bedroom she realised that she was still craving more punishment and humiliation. She knew it could go either way from that moment. If he was feeling kind or lazy he might free her and allow her to snuggle into bed with him but she hoped that he’d continue to torment her.

He didn’
t disappoint. He led her quickly to her side of the bed and she heard the delicious sound of metal touching metal and knew that he’d padlocked her lead to the leg. Without a word he pushed her down onto the rug and laid a couple of thin blankets on top of her. The weight of her bedding was important. Although the house was kept at a good temperature the blankets were only enough to keep her from getting cold. She would never be as warm and snug as he would lying under the thick duvet just a foot above her and this was the point. He left her lying there in silence while he went away and she heard him moving through the house performing the usual night time routines.

It was quite a long wait
. She guessed it was something like thirty or forty minutes later that she heard him in the bathroom and then he came and joined her. She sensed that he was sitting on the bed looking down at her but she didn’t attempt to speak or communicate. She’d been put to bed and was now just an object. Sex objects don’t speak or make casual chat. They wait until they’re required.

It seemed he had a few more treats in store for her
and she was delighted when she heard him get up and move to the chest of drawers where they kept a huge array of fetish gear. Straining her ears she heard a key turning in the lock and her hopes were confirmed. He was getting out some toys and she hoped that they were things that she hadn’t experienced yet. For a while she heard a faint rustling and clinking and anticipation bubbled in her tummy at what he might be doing.

When
he came back to her she felt cold steel at her waist and he carefully positioned what felt like a broad metal band around her middle. She held heard clicks as he locked it into place and was secretly pleased that he was putting her into heavy restraints. There were obviously cuffs built into the belt because the next thing he did was push her wrists to her side and lock them into heavy bracelets. They clicked into place with a solid metallic sound and her arms were left pinned helplessly at her waist.