Chapter 29 #2
He sat and took his boots off, tucking his socks into them. When it was time to fuck her later, he wouldn’t want to have to stop to screw around with laces.
Since she wasn’t out yet, he dried the dishes and put them away, and then went to the bedroom to see what he had to work with when they moved in there.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, her scent was a combination of thick arousal and the clean, nervous edge of anticipation.
His cock throbbed hard against the front of his jeans at the sight of her. Just prepping everything had been enough to get him hard. Anticipation goes both ways.
He started by fastening thick leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then stepped back and told her, “Stand in front of the chair.”
She obeyed, and he dropped to one knee and zip-tied her ankle cuffs to the front legs of the chair, spreading her wide.
Her scent was all over him, and he breathed it in. Arousal, vulnerability, and anticipation along with a little healthy fear.
Next came the viciously strong nipple clamps with dozens of tiny needle teeth.
He let her see them and waited for her scent to spike with dread before he warned, “No screaming in the hotel. A big scream and we’ll have to get dressed and remove all signs of kinky play while we wait for security to come check on us.
A small little yelp, and I’ll fix it so you can’t make any more noises. ”
She nodded, and he put them on fast — one then the other.
She hissed sharply as the teeth sank in, and then gave a keening moan when he ran zip-ties from each clamp to the top of the chair back, pulling her torso down and forward.
He walked around her to take stock. The chair back was higher than optimal, so she wasn’t leaned over quite as far as he wanted, but he’d planned for that possibility, so he retrieved a strap made of the same stuff seat belts are, with a ratchet connector so he could tighten it down once it was on.
He ran the strap under the chair and over the small of her back, connected the two ends, and then tightened it. She was whining and gasping long before he finished cinching. He ratcheted it down until her ass tilted up obscenely and she had to fight to keep her clamped nipples level with the chair.
She was using her arms to help, but that was about to change.
“Grab your elbows behind your back.”
She slowly released her grip before folding them behind her back, and he used more zip-ties to bind her wrists snugly to her opposite forearms, forcing her arms into a strict box position.
He stepped back and looked at her.
Completely naked. Bent over the chair. Ankles locked wide. Arms bound behind her. Nipples clamped and stretched forward. Ass and cunt on full, helpless display. Every small shift or struggle would pull mercilessly on those needle-toothed clamps.
His cock was rock-hard now, straining painfully against his zipper. The contrast was perfect — him fully dressed, controlled, standing behind her while she was stripped bare and locked into position for his pleasure.
He breathed in and let her scent fill his lungs: thick, needy arousal layered with genuine fear and the sweet edge of pain.
Over time, this pose would exhaust her, fighting to keep her nipples up near the top of the chair while the strap pulled her torso down.
Muscle fatigue and pain; his favorite combination.
But he was on the clock tonight, with an absolute end time so she could be rested for a workday tomorrow, so he grabbed the small, beaded plastic flogger and went to work on the sensitive, nerve-dense flesh all around her puckered little asshole.
The stiff, cruel little beads snapped against her tender, exposed ring with a sharp, stinging crack, each strike landed with a dozen tiny bites, the hard plastic catching and dragging across the reddening flesh before tearing away.
He let it fly over and over, thrashing every inch of her exposed rim and the sensitive skin around it until the area turned an angry, inflamed red, the delicate tissues swelling and pulsing under the relentless assault.
She jerked and whimpered with every blow, the sound muffled but desperate while she fought the restraints. Each flinch pulled hard on the nipple clamps, and the resulting keening moans made his cock twitch.
When her asshole was nicely swollen and tenderized, he set the flogger aside and picked up the triple-bladed rectal speculum.
He lubed it generously, pressed it against her tight ring, and drove it all the way in.
He didn’t give her even a few seconds before he started the process of opening it and spreading her wide.
Her body's instinct was to clench and expel, and he ignored it completely, working the jaws open with steady, relentless pressure.
The resistance was its own reward — the way her body fought what it couldn't stop, the sounds she made as the stretch went past discomfort into something deeper.
He kept opening it, putting his own muscle into the process until her asshole gaped obscenely around the shiny metal, then used a long zip-tie to hold the speculum in place so it couldn’t come out, then stepped back to admire his work.
Her breathing had gone ragged and fast, each inhale no doubt pulling fresh agony through her already deep-red nipples.
Her hole stretched wide around the steel blades, the delicate inner tissue visible and completely vulnerable.
He breathed in her naked pain with abject fear threading through it, and his cock throbbed against his jeans with dark satisfaction.
He gathered up a wide rubber band, held the base near her asshole, stretched it back, and let it fly so it landed between the open blades of the speculum, right where the delicate, stretched skin was thinnest. And the surprise of it was too much for her.
It was only a short scream, and he had to give her credit for stopping it pretty fast. It wasn’t likely to bring security, but this let him dole out consequences, and that was an important part of training her to handle his scenes, to learn his rules, and to survive his special brand of kink.
But not to be his, because that wasn’t allowed. Still, he was training her.
He showed her the inflatable butterfly gag before he buckled it into her mouth.
While he slowly pumped the bulb, he told her, “I’m not angry.
I gave you a chance to go without the gag, but it’s okay that you couldn’t.
Truth be told, I’d been taking it a little easy on you, knowing how hard it was to stay quiet. Now I can go full out.”
Her eyes widened as the bladder expanded, filling her mouth completely, forcing her jaw open and pressing against every inch inside.
He saw a hint of terror in her expression, so he told her, “First time you’ve had one of these?
It’s a real bitch, filling your entire oral cavity and pushing your jaw in a direction it isn’t used to. It’ll keep you quiet, though.”
He gave it a few more pumps, until her cheeks bulged. One more for good measure, and he ordered, “Scream for me. Give it your best effort.”
She tried, but the sound that came out was pathetic. Barely more than a hum, and not even a wolf in the nearby rooms would hear it, much less a human.
Her eyes went huge with realization, and he nodded. “Exactly. Snap your fingers three times.”
She did.
“That’s your safeword.” It’d already been established, but it couldn’t hurt to remind her.
She glared at him, but he only leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose, then returned to her asshole.
He knew she’d see it as a little cruel, reminding her she could stop him, but he seemed to be feeding on her fear and irritation tonight.