20 - Damaged Goods #3
I went weak at the knees as he spoke to me like this.
I hadn’t known it was possible to feel this way just by being spoken to.
My stomach curdled, my throat ran dry, and this electric energy crackled through me.
A weak moan trembled upon my lips, and I found myself wanting to be exactly that—his slut.
“I think you should come back to my place. We have a lot to talk about,” he said.
I just nodded. I was ready and willing to follow him anywhere.
***
He took me back to his house. It was a nice place.
We walked inside, and I kept asking myself if I was crazy.
He took me into the lounge and sat me down.
He asked me exactly what had happened between me and Chris.
I wasn’t ready to tell him yet, but he insisted, saying that there should be no secrets between us.
I told him bit by bit and wept when I got to the end.
“I just don’t know why I stayed with him for so long. I’m so stupid,” I said.
“You’re not stupid.” Dan came beside me and comforted me with a strong and loving arm.
“You just don’t know what you want. You were confused.
You’re a submissive at heart, Nadia, but you associated his cruel strength with dominance.
You crave to be used, you crave pain, so you were drawn to him, but he was going to give you the wrong kind of pain. ”
“There’s a right kind?” I asked.
He squeezed my thigh. Hard. “There is.”
A tingle shot up my leg and made me gasp.
“What do I have to do?” I said.
He grinned. “Anything I tell you.” Then he laughed.
He went on to explain the details of BDSM and how, even though I was the submissive, I had the power because I decided what was going to happen and how far I was going to let him go.
It sounded thrilling, and it was scary how natural it all sounded. I couldn’t quite believe I had gone through life without experiencing this before. The more he spoke, the more it made sense, and I found myself nodding along.
“So, when you said you were looking for a certain kind of connection, this was it?” I asked.
He nodded. “I have to be careful and private. Not everyone understands. Not everyone has the right mindset,” he said.
I smiled, feeling blessed that I did have what it took.
“I want to test your limits, Nadia. I want to do things to you that you’ve never dreamed of.
I know this is only our second date, so I’m not going to make you do anything you’re not comfortable with, but there is something I want you to try.
” He went into a drawer and pulled out a small egg-shaped device.
It was smooth and made of metal. He smiled as he placed it into my hands.
“It’s remote controlled. I want you to wear it tomorrow and tell me when you have it in.
Then, throughout the day, I will surprise you. ”
I swallowed hard. I had never thought of doing anything like this before, but I nodded.
We continued talking about things and his history within the lifestyle, for he wanted to make sure that I had as much knowledge as I could before we embarked on this adventure together. But, as soon as he had mentioned it to me, I knew it was something I wanted.
***
I did as he asked the following day, slipping it inside me, tucking it neatly where nobody else would ever find it. It took a while to get used to the feeling of it nestled within me, and I had to try to stop walking awkwardly, especially around Mom and Dad.
I had no idea when he was going to start teasing me remotely.
For a while, I thought that something was wrong, and either it wasn’t working properly or he had forgotten all about it.
Then I felt a sharp jolt of pleasure within me, and it almost made me jump.
It was at the worst possible moment, as well.
I cringed as I looked at Mom and Dad, pretending that I had the hiccups.
Another one came, and I only just managed to stifle the noise.
I excused myself and rushed to the kitchen, bracing myself against the counter as another few jolts came in rapid succession.
Oh God, he was properly torturing me now, and he wasn’t even in the room.
He had so much power over me, and I was helpless against it.
“Is everything okay, Nadia?” Mom asked.
“Yes, Mom, it’s just cramps,” I lied as another jolt burst through me. I ran upstairs and shut myself in my room, grabbing my phone.
Please, can I play with myself, Sir? This is torture.
No. You are not to touch yourself unless I tell you to. Hands off, Nadia. Your pussy is mine and, right now, I am the only one who gets to stimulate it.
As if to prove his point, he made it buzz for what felt like an eternity.
My body went rigid with tension and arched taut like a bow.
My eyes closed, and I had to fight with myself to stop my hands from reaching down there.
He was my Dom, and he had forbidden me from touching myself.
And I was going to prove that I was the best and most obedient submissive slut there had ever been.
I waited a long time for the next jolt, hating that he had this control yet loving it at the same time.
I longed to feel the next burst of pleasure to the point where I had to text him to beg him, and he made me write out this long humiliating plea where I had to admit to being a desperate slut that needed to be tortured and toyed because I was good for nothing else.
Then I felt the sweet release, and a smile spread across my face. It was glorious to feel him exerting this control over my body from so far away.
The orgasmic ripples swept through me, growing in intensity until they became great waves.
My hands slipped down my belly and touched my thighs before I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to touch.
I tore them away and grabbed the pillow, placing it over my head.
I bit into it then screamed out my frustration, hoping to God that Mom and Dad did not hear.
My pussy was in sheer agony at not being able to be touched. Still, the pleasure flowed through me.
I gasped and moaned and writhed on the bed, and Sir made me video all of it for him so that he could see the way he was torturing me.
When it was over, I was spent and lay draped across the bed, unable to move any longer, still with this damned thing buzzing inside me, making me twitch intermittently as though it was giving me an electric shock.
Then Sir told me to get dressed because he was going to come and pick me up.
***
I looked like a wreck when I left. Mom and Dad tried to get me to stay home, but I couldn’t disobey Sir. I waited outside for him and staggered toward the car. When I was inside, he kissed me, and then we drove away.
My eyes were hazy, and then he made it buzz again. I whimpered in the car as he toyed with me, and he laughed all the way back to his place.