There are two rules when entering Mr. Military’s Red Room. The first rule is that you must agree to use your safe words. Red means everything stops immediately. Yellow means: pause, slow down, communicate. The second rule is that once you enter the Red Room, your body is no longer yours, and you must submit.
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We had talked at length about the kind of sex we were looking for out of this relationship. I was looking for an experienced older man to teach me things about sex I couldn’t teach myself. I wanted to give over control and let a man use me and pleasure me until I was out of my mind. He was looking for someone to own and claim as his own. It was a bonus that there was a twenty-plus-year age gap between us, which added to the kink factor dramatically. I was the tiny blonde university student to his wealthy, male executive role. I mean, they literally write fiction novels about people like us.
He had fucked me so passionately and yet so intensely that first night. I knew I was done for the minute he finally let me cum on him in his bed. It scared me to realize that I’d probably let this man do anything he wanted to me.
Our agreement was that we could try anything, and if either of us hit any hard limits, then we would compile the no-go list as things progressed. But there was so much about the world of domination and submission that I didn’t know, so I was willing to submerge myself in the experience.
I was honest with Mr. Military about my anxieties and nervousness regarding the fact that he had an entire playroom where I’d be submitting to his every whim. I mean, I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but I was still barely eighteen. I had never had kinkier sex than maybe being spanked or choked a little bit. I was entering the agreement completely blind.
He understood exactly where I was coming from, and the morning after our first night together, he brought me down to his basement so I could explore the Red Room for myself. Dressed in nothing but a t-shirt he gave me to wear, I followed after him.
You would never guess that in the basement, behind the farthest door at the end of the staircase, was a room that looked like it came out of a porn set itself.
The walls were painted black with fluorescents that he could control the colour of. Red was one of those colours, but he’d asked what my favourite colour was, and I was honest and said I hated the colour red. Purple or blue would definitely be the colours I preferred.
At the far north end of the room was a large king-size bed on a frame with bondage hooks and mirrors on the walls surrounding it. In front of the bed was a sex swing, and between the swing and the door entering the room was a table that looked like it came from the dark ages. Noticing my weary expression, Mr. M explained that it was a bondage table. He showed me that this particular table had attachments he could add to hook my legs or arms onto, depending on the position he wanted me in.
There was also a couch on the south wall, various shelving installed on the east and west walls, and a row of ropes, chains, whips, and belts hanging on the same wall. Oh, and a creepy-looking cross thing against the west wall as well.
“That,” Mr Military said with a smile as he leaned against the bondage table. “Is called a St. Andrews Cross. It’s similar to the table. Lets me put you in different types of positions and situations.”
I raised an eyebrow at him and couldn’t help but let out a shaky laugh. “This is a lot,” I said honestly.
“Indeed.” He shifted, moving to stand beside me, gesturing to the table. “Do you want to try something?”
Adrenaline rushed through me, and I felt the urge to run and to stay simultaneously.
“Trial run?” he offered. “Safe word rule applies, but we’ll try something... more gentle to ease you into things. I won’t throw you to the sharks just yet,” he teased.
I hesitated for a moment, but nodded. “Um, okay.”
“There’s no pressure, you can say no,” he reiterated.
“No, I want to try,” I replied, more steady that time. “How do I … get up there?”
He chuckled softly and moved towards me, grabbing the hem of the shirt he’d given me to wear and lifting it off my body in one smooth movement. Then he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me onto the table. I realized the height of the table was perfect for his proportions. His cock would be exactly where he would need it to be to use any of my holes. With him being at least a foot taller than me, the table was far too high for me.
“I want to restrain your hands and your ankles.” He reached down and grabbed the leather cuffs for me to see. “I’ll leave them loose, but I want you to stay in them. If you want to stop, use the safe words.”
I nodded, “Okay.”
He started by restraining my ankles and then helped me lie against the cool leather tabletop and restrained my wrists to my sides. He kept his promise to leave them loose enough, and I could have pulled out of them if I wanted to. I understood the need for the alternate coloured fluorescents in that moment - looking up at the ceiling in that position was blinding with the regular lighting.
He adjusted the lights to a warm purple and then went over to one of the shelving units. He collected a few toys before returning to the table. Mr. M had grabbed a wand vibrator, what I assumed were nipple clamps, and a butt plug. He had asked if I was comfortable with him using each toy - I said I was - before he began.
I was no stranger to the wand or the plug. Those were my favourite toys; I used them all the time. The nipple clamps, however, were new. I hadn’t realized that you could adjust the tension on them, which I was grateful for because my nipples tend to be incredibly sensitive. I was scared it was going to be extremely painful.
He used his mouth to suck my nipples to strong points before he hooked the clamps onto me, leaving them tight enough to make me suck in a sharp breath, but loose enough that I wasn’t in pain for long. The pain wasn’t really painful, however. Instead, the sensation was similar to the butt plug situation, where the initial discomfort eventually turns into an addictive and sexy sort of pain.
Next, he moved to the opposite end of the table and inserted the anal plug into me with a dollop of lubricant before teasing my thighs with kisses. He slowly inched his way closer to my pussy with his mouth, tasting every inch of my wetness with his tongue before settling onto his knees and feasting on my clit for a while.
I flexed against the restraints and immediately understood the appeal there, at least for the person being restrained. The cuffs gave me something to bear down against and whither on. It was like my body recognized the restraints as a pleasure system themselves, as I found myself using them to grip against the tension in my body under his tongue.
He slid what felt like three fingers into my pussy and began massaging my G-spot as he sucked and traced circles on my clit with his tongue. My walls began gripping down on his fingers as he brought me to the edge of orgasm.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped, twitching in the restraints. “I’m going to cum!” I cried.
He never let up, keeping the pressure and letting me fall apart on his fingers. I felt my ass grip harder onto the plug as I came, and the sensation sent shivers through my entire body.
“Mmm,” Mr. M hummed. “Good girl, but you’re not done yet.”
I whimpered as he stood up and slid out of his sweatpants, freeing his thick cock and placing the vibrator directly on my still ultra-sensitive clitoris. I cried out and my whole body shot upwards, only to be stopped violently by the restraints.
“Oh my fucking god,” I moaned, feeling helpless.
He kept the wand on my swollen clit as he walked around me on the table and tightened the clamps on my nipples. As my whimpering increased in frequency and volume, he continued to praise me. He never told me to be quieter, and he never offered me any mercy.
No, instead of that, he stood at my head and leaned over my body, holding the vibrator on my clit. Forcing me to writhe without pause. I came within seconds and yelled so loud it echoed in the room around us. But he didn’t lift the wand. Didn’t give me any reprieve from the burning intensity of it. He just left the wand buzzing against me, never letting up, even as I started thrashing involuntarily against the restraints.
I felt tears prick the edges of my eyes as they rolled to the back of my head. My entire torso was off the table as I tried to get away from the most intense buildup I had yet to experience.
It was too fucking intense.
It was too fucking much.
I didn’t think the burning inside me could get any more violent, but I was wrong.
There was a moment just before my next orgasm where everything inside of my body went so eerily silent I thought I had passed out. One minute I was thrashing under the purple fluorescents, sweating profusely and sobbing, and the next minute the world faded away. My entire body stilled for three beats. In the first beat, I felt nothing. In the next beat, my vision blacked out. And the third beat of stillness cleared every single thought from my brain.
As the fourth beat of time passed, I came crashing down. I fell from the rollercoaster, and with my back arching inhumanely off the table, my limbs strained against the restraints to the point of pain. As the world's most earth-shattering tsunami of an orgasm slapped me with wave after wave of ecstasy, the sounds that came out of my mouth were barely human. It was like I’d returned to the most primitive form of the human species at that moment.
Mr. Military removed the wand, finally letting me ride the waves to completion without any further clit torture. But he wasn’t done with me yet.
Once I’d slipped back into my body, he tipped my head back off the table and directed me to take his cock into my mouth. As he thrust into my mouth, his large hands wiped away my tears. I trembled as I tried to relax my muscles, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat. I took shaking breaths through my nose and moaned around the thickness of him.
He groaned as he reached the resistance at the back of my throat. He tipped my chin upwards, forcing my head completely off the table to give him better access to the back of my throat. Saliva spurted out of the corners of my mouth and slid down the side of my neck and onto the floor below. I gagged automatically, coughing and forcing him back out after he pushed in the last few inches of his cock.
With an animalistic growl, he grabbed the sides of my face and thrust his cock into my mouth again. “Relax your fucking throat,” he demanded
His cock was hot in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but moan. That was my favourite part of pleasuring a man this way. Feeling the heat of his cock inside my mouth was almost better than feeling that heat in my pussy. Almost…
I took a slow, deep breath through my nose and ignored the automatic panic response my brain fired at me while he choked me with his cock. Inwardly I told myself I was safe, that all I had to do to get out of this was turn my head to either side.
I felt his cock throb in my throat, and he moaned as he stroked where I knew my neck was bulging from his cock. Slowly, he began thrusting. Testing my reflexes and making sure I could take it. The first few thrusts ended with me coughing and making a drooling mess as I gagged on him. But he continued thrusting, allowing me to get used to the feeling. Then, when I wasn’t a gagging mess anymore, he picked up the pace. He thrust harder, forcing his cock as far as he could into the back of my throat.
It was his turn to whither under the ecstasy of the moment. I felt him tremble. He hissed through his teeth and groaned loudly when he felt my throat constrict around his cock when I attempted to swallow. That was my body's automatic response to the overproduction of saliva in my mouth.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” he growled. “Such a good fucking whore.”
I moaned, feeling my stomach clench with need. Fuck, how was it possible for me to want to cum again?
“You like that, slut?” he spat, slapping my tits, making me flinch and groan around his cock. “You like choking on my fucking cock like that?”
I moaned as if to say, fuck, yes, I do.
“You don’t want to be a good girl right now, do you?” he continued, thrusting harder. “You want to be my fuck toy? A body for me to use however I want, don’t you?"
Holy fucking hell yes, I thought, eyes rolling to the back of my head. I twitched against the restraints and wanted nothing more than to be able to reach back and grab for his ass so I could hold him as he fucked my throat.
He was forcing himself so hard into me, my nose hit his balls, and I was forced to breathe in the scent of his sex with every one of his relentless thrusts. It made my toes fucking curl with need. I wanted every fucking drop of his cum in my tummy more than I wanted to be able to fucking breathe.
I automatically began thrusting against the restraints and coaxing him to cum with my moans. I desperately needed his cum.
“What a needy fucking slut.” He groaned. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”
A few thrusts later, I felt his cock get harder and hotter, and I moaned loudly, knowing he was about to cum.
Fuck, did he ever cum.
The man unleashed a load into my throat and mouth so hot and thick it shocked me. I felt the first spurt trail warmly down my throat as he pulled back a bit, letting the rest of his load spurt into the back of my throat and onto my tongue. I knew he would want to see the load in my mouth before I swallowed, so I held his cum in my mouth with wide eyes as I realized how much he was cumming.
With a final groan and tug of his cock, he removed himself from my mouth, and I tilted my chin down to my chest and opened my mouth so he could see before swallowing every single drop. Moaning, I felt the warm cum slide down my throat towards my stomach.
Mr. Military moved to stand beside me and leaned down to kiss me with a look of dark lust in his eyes that made my toes curl again. I knew this man was going to fucking ruin me in ways that I would forever crave.
I couldn’t wait for more.
