The stress on Emma’s arms was already starting to dissipate. She was sure that the pain was still there, but other sensations on her body were taking her focus.
Her wrists ached from the cuffs holding her to the ring in the ceiling. Her nipples burned from the clamps and the weight of the chain. And her calves were sore from being spread so far apart by some type of bar that Danny, the house bull, had attached to her ankles.
The ringing in her ears made it difficult to focus on what Sir and Mistress were saying. Their expressions were demanding something of her. She shook her head gently and focus returned.
Mistress Julee stepped closer and tugged the chain attached to her nipple clamps. The intensity of the pain brought Emma’s focus even sharper as Julee pulled it up towards her mouth.
“Open, Pet!” Mistress Julee demanded. Emma did not hesitate, and soon the cool of the gold chain lay across her clamped teeth.
“Tilt back!” the command stated.
Emma complied, regardless of the fact that her nipples were so distended she became concerned they might never return to their original shape.
However, none of this mattered when the sweet pain (when did it become sweet?) sent shockwaves through her body and made her already sodden and dripping sex pulse even stronger.
What was happening to her arousal center defied logic.
The denial of her orgasm was coiled up like a snake ready to strike; still hiding inside of its den.
“These are the tests and stresses we had talked about,” Julee whispered with directness. “Discipline is not just punishment…” It was her teacher's voice that Emma recognized from another context, a bit hazy to recall.
“Remember, you may ask for a hold with your safe word. Do you want to right now?”
Emma gave Julee a puzzled look as it seemed strange that she would ask. She shook her head and smiled. "No, Mistress. I want to please you and Sir.” Then she dropped her voice and cautiously added, “And I desperately want to cum.”
“Greedy!” Mistress Julee spat and swatted Emma's open vulva. The shock would have doubled her over if she had been standing. Her legs pulled up, and the spreader bar made her swing on the ring.
“Ahh! Fuuuu…”
It was too much.
“Spuh…spuh…”
Julee showed some concern and stepped close to make sure her friend was tolerating. She saw through Emma’s tears that the pet was having a moment.
From reserves deep and hidden, she found a will and a desire to please that showed as a lustful fire beginning to burn in the young redhead.
Emma smiled wearily, sucked in a wet breath, and gently shook her head.
“Good girl.”
What happened next was like something out of one of her dreams.
Her fantasies coming true around her.
Fantasies she had let out Pandora-like.
Mistress removed the chain out of her mouth and added a weight to pull her nipples down. Apparently, to reverse the effects of being pulled up for so long.
Sir produced a metal butt plug, and offered it to Emma to suck. The crowd of a dozen or so onlookers all made noises of excitement and approval.
She knew without even asking what the task was. She slobbered enough of her saliva on the round body of the device to hopefully make entry less painful. Although discomfort was part of the pleasure.
He moved behind her and spread her already quivering ass cheeks. He moaned in approval at the sight of her pulsing posterior portal, and Emma flushed for a moment at the sound. One more element, adding to the imminent explosion currently smoldering inside of her.
Simultaneously, Mistress and Danny were tying rope around her left thigh, securing a buzzing wand that pressed directly on her entire open pussy. The shock was immediate and she would have disappointed everyone with a massive orgasm if not for Sir pushing the plug into her wet back door. Thank fuck she produced a lot of nectar when she was aroused.
Emma had to reset her body and brain.
Deep breaths and flexing of her arms to relieve some of their stress took away the edge of her arousal. Orgasm was still rearing its beautiful head, but was told to wait in the corner.
An attractive black man sitting on the couch (whose name she believed was Lawrence) caught her eye. He winked and lifted his glass to offer his approval. Emma could not help but smile.
Holy fuck…She was officially a submissive, public pain slut.
She would try to find out how it happened at another time. Right now, she was crossing over to the space of freedom whilst being restrained. It was a subspace she had read about… dreamed of… feared.
Here and now, she wanted to remember every moment as vividly as it was happening.
Air whooshed into her ears. She could feel sweat all over her body. It matted her hair and was making her stockings uncomfortable.
She moaned in a newfound ecstasy of loving the edge. She sighed and smiled through half-lidded eyes.
And got an unexpected reward.
Mistress put her arms around Emma and pulled her close to her ample bosom. The crowd let out an appreciative, “Awww,” at the comforting moment.
Julee pulled back and kissed Emma full on the lips. Emma could not help but respond with tongue and chewing of her lips. It was hot, passionate, and wet, a kiss you give a lover when you are at the height of a sex act.
When the kiss ended, Julee was holding Emma’s head. She winked and reached down, and turned the speed up on the vibrator.
“OHHHH GAWWWD!” Emma howled.
How could she hold off any longer?
Sensing she was close, Sir slapped each one of her ass cheeks hard with a wooden paddle. She yelped in pain and the orgasm backed off a bit more. Was this the game? One comforts, the other abuses?
“I think it is ready,” his beautiful voice said on her right side. “Danny?”
Emma could not turn to see what was happening. It was a new electric sensation that informed her. The wand continued to buzz against her inflamed cunt. The plug in her ass was twisted and removed. She gasped at the gape she was feeling, but it did not last long. Danny’s large hands grabbed her hips tightly.
Oh my God, he was going to fuck her ass!
“Yessss… please…” she begged from a drooling mouth. The crowd applauded.
She felt him slide across her inner thigh, collecting the drippings there. Sure enough, the head of a very fat wet cock pushed against her open back door. She wanted to scream again: a combination of fear, desperation, and gratitude, once battling for top emotion yet now accepting companionship.
Her voice was gone. A low animal grumble replaced it.
Maneuvering with some effort, Danny pushed the wide two-inch head into her, and then three more inches followed. Mistress and Sir were at either side watching it happen. And the crowd was in awe.
Mistress quietly approved. “Jesus, Matt. No one has ever taken Danny so smoothly on the first try.”
“It is an amazing pet. I am very proud.”
Emma’s heart swelled within the genuine moment. She could not logically comprehend why she was perversely grateful. Grateful that she was completely naked, suspended from a ceiling, her nipples drawn down and becoming numb, her orgasm denied, and her vaginal drippings coating a buzzing device.
And the largest cock she’d ever taken in starting to fuck her anal passage.
A winching sound creeped into her brain, and she was lowered some. The result relieved her back, but put stress on her shoulders as her arms were now pulled behind her. The weight on her nipple chain slapped her belly, then swung up to smack her neck. Her body was nearly horizontal, giving Danny more of a direct angle.
“Madre Dios!” he growled.
His incredible invader was splitting her ass into shards and she never wanted it to leave.
If this had been in Sir’s house, she probably would be working on her ninth or tenth orgasm. But here and now, she almost wanted it to stay away. Agonizing edge was beginning to become her best friend.
Savage ass fucking went on for quite some time. She had no idea how she survived it, and a blackout seemed to be imminent. Her sodomizer was speeding up, and she sensed he was about to explode. In fact, feeling his cock, deep inside seemed to be the only sensation she could focus on.
Her body pulsed with the tempo of his pelvis, hitting her almost numb buttocks.
Then…Two soft hands were holding her jaw. She opened her wet, tear-filled, and sweat-burned eyes to see the beautiful face of Mistress Julee smiling. One word changed everything.
“Cum.”
Her sore green eyes went wide, and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. She thought it would not happen, so the switch was thrown, causing her body to completely explode!
Everything she had forgotten that she owned was miraculously lit up at the same time. Toes to the top of her head, tips of her fingers to tips of her nipples, everywhere was engulfed in a cascade of nerve flashes that overwhelmed.
The scream that came from deep inside was primal, animalistic, drawn from another dimension.
“OHHHHHH —UUUUNNNNGHHH!”
Danny followed suit!
“Fuuuck yes! Take my load, slutty whore!”
Pulse, after pulse of hot wet seed fired off inside her, extending her orgasm and then centering it around her anal canal. She’d never had a spasm in her colon before, and it was indescribable.
The entire experience went down for probably 30 seconds, but it felt like half an hour.
Subspace disappeared. “Normal” space disappeared. All space and time vanished.
How would she ever…
***
The low rumble of the tires on the road rocked her awake. Her eyes were still sore when she focused on the night and the pavement. She was back in her coat, but wrapped in a blanket as well. She was belted into the front seat of a car. She slowly turned to the driver and saw her dear friend, Julee, smiling with satisfaction and relief.
“There you are. I wasn’t so much worried as concerned…for me. I sure as fuck don’t want to have to carry you up to your apartment.”
Emma let out a soft laugh, and then everything rushed back at once. The club, Matt, Danny’s cum, her asshole…
“What…happened?”
“Well…you were quite the star!”
Emma opened up the blanket and took a body survey. She felt dirty and sticky and sore as hell. She sighed in joyful bliss.
“It was more than I had imagined…” Suddenly, a thought jumped into her brain, and her eyes flashed. “Was Sir pleased?!”
Julie started to laugh. “Fuck you really have turned the corner. Yes, extremely. In fact, he left you something. Check your left breast.”
Emma quickly opened her coat and saw a perfect bite mark just above her nipple; at least ten tooth prints total. She gasped, then rubbed it, loving the sting.
“Ooo…He…”
“Marked you, yes. After you had passed out, we released you, and he held you in his arms while I applied lotion. Matt told the entire club you were “ours,” but they could use you with permission.
“Unfortunately, you never woke up, so he allowed some of his better friends to shoot their loads on your sleeping body.”
Emma gasped!
“That’s why you are extra sticky. There were at least four.” She smiled devilishly as she pulled up to Emma’s apartment building. “Don’t worry, I took pictures.”
Emma felt a strange rush to her ego, and she oddly blushed.
Julee parked, then turned her head and sighed. She looked more herself, less Mistress.
“Emma, you may not think what you did was exceptionally remarkable in our world, our club. But Matt has never marked a woman like that before. I was stunned. Especially that you were sleeping when it happened. It was about the connection, not the domination, if that makes sense.” Emma nodded. Julee leaned in. “And there’s no greater honor for a submissive pet to have others cover her with their seed. Honestly, it was my biggest orgasm of the night just watching.”
Emma smiled and shook her head.
Julee had her classic smart ass expression on as she adjusted her amazing tits inside her bustier. “Of course I was being fucked by one of the male slaves at the time, but still…”
“No doubt! I assume that dommes can be sluts as well?”
“Absolutely!”
Emma looked away. “Mistress, I was honored to be used…and, I -“
The older blonde cut her off. “Let’s get you upstairs in the shower. I’ll make sure you are set before I leave. Or if you want, I can call David and spend the night… As a friend.”
Emma didn’t realize she had any tears left. She smiled. “I’d love that. But only if you get in the shower with me.”
Julee’s laugh was louder and heartfelt: the wonderful laugh that Emma had grown to love. “You got a deal my little slut. Let’s go!”
“Yes…Mistress.”
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And…Emma will return.
Peace, Matt
