Chapter 53 Violet Worship #3
For a moment, I wonder if this is what he’d always wished for.
Every time he’d fallen to his knees before me.
Every gentle word. Every touch. Every pleading in his voice.
The worship upon his face. All of that reverence in his gaze now.
Leo stares up at me like I was his god. To be owned and coveted in this way that no one else could achieve.
Quite frankly, it was fucking arousing knowing it was me.
Although I understood months ago of what he wanted, it slides more into place of what Leo had been craving and searching for—complete submission, relinquishing his dominance to someone who’d never truly harm him.
I put the cane down, and then undo the gag. Leo moves his mouth around as I set the gag aside, grabbing a cloth and gently wipe away the saliva that’s dripped down his chin and neck. Tossing that away, I then carefully massage his jaw.
“How are your arms and knees feeling?”
“Fine, Mistress.”
“Cock and ass?” I smirk.
“Desperate, Mistress.”
“Oh, really?” I lean in closer. “For?”
“You, Mistress.”
“Hmm, well I was thinking of pegging your ass…” he groans needily, “…but I think I’ll use your mouth first. Just a bit longer in this position. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy.”
I kiss his cheek, and he whimpers at the contact.
My heart squeezes at the sound of his neediness.
I give another kiss, trailing a few more down his neck just above his collar.
I slip a finger into one of the rings to tug him closer.
My lips reach his, kissing him deeply as we both moan at the contact.
His tongue moves over mine, desperate as I kiss him harsher.
Arousal sparks inside me as I pull away.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he responds quickly.
“Good boy.”
I go to the cart, bending down to grab my options. He likely hasn’t noticed I’m already wearing the harness on my hips; slightly hidden amongst the other straps of the lingerie I wear. Turning around with a cheeky smile I hold up the two silicone dildos. Leo’s restraints rattle.
“Mistress.” His voice is pleading, almost begging.
“Deciding. Cause whichever one isn’t in your mouth goes in your ass.” One is slightly bigger than that other. Either dildo can be secured into the harness I wear, which he is now noticing I’m already wearing with a heated gaze.
I decide on the light blue one with a gradient of deeper hues.
His eyes are fixated on me, breathing harshly with the clamps hanging from his nipples and his cock straining against the buckles.
I step right in front of him, ready to grab the bar to help keep me steady.
If at any point I feel a numbness or tingling in my legs, that’s my cue to back off and reassess.
Directly in front of him, I attach the dildo to the harness and my breath hitches at the chilled bottom that rubs against my pelvis.
“Mistress,” Leo begs again. “Please.”
“You want my cock in your mouth, baby?” I rasp.
Leo responds by opening his mouth, tongue flattening and sticking out.
Using one hand to guide the dildo towards his mouth, I grab the middle ring of his collar and tug him forward.
His eyes close as I rub the end of the dildo along his tongue.
Slowly, I have his saliva coat the dildo before I slip the toy entirely between his lips.
Letting go of his collar, I grab the bar and gently thrust my hips towards him.
Leo makes a small gagging sound, and I ease back. Sounds of his slick mouth fill the air.
I let go of the dildo, grabbing the top of his head to grip his hair. Carefully, I yank him forward as I thrust. From just the movement and pressure against my sex, I moan as Leo grunts around the dildo. My hips rock as I slowly fuck Leo’s mouth.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
His eyes snap open. Euphoria floods them as he sucks on the dildo, cheeks hollowing out with every long draw. Both my hands go to his hair, widening my stance. Leo’s eyes stay with mine, saliva dripping down his chin while his lips are glistening wet. A shiver runs down my spine.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be alright with him eating me out, but sucking my fake cock was a turn-on I never had on my bingo card until a few weeks ago when we first tried it.
“Check in,” I ask, watching his hands as he makes the signal for green. “Ready for me to fuck your mouth?” He groans, making the signal for the green again. “Are you certain?” I tease, and his head bobs in a nod as I almost pull the dildo out of his mouth.
Remembering how deep this dildo can go without hurting him, I grip his head and push forward.
The force of it presses against me, and I gasp as I do it again.
Leo takes it, mouth slurping as I thrust towards the back of his throat.
He gags and I pull back, driving forward again.
Leo grunts, wet noises permeating the air as saliva drips down his chin.
Leo makes a sudden choking sound, and I immediately pull back for him to breathe through his nose. The same noises are made when I plunge the toy back into him again. There’s a twinge in my back, and I instantly pull the dildo out of him.
His gasps fill the air as I catch my breath along with him. His hands flex in their restraints as I straighten myself, pulling the dildo off the harness. Leo pants, watching me with more need than even before.
“Ready to move, baby?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he rasps.
I unclip the restraints, massaging his shoulders once I do. My finger slips through the middle ring of the collar again to tug him to his feet. He stands up a bit unbalanced, quickly correcting himself. I let go of him, and a flicker of fear moves over him.
“Grab the cushion, while I move the cart.” He does as he’s told, following me over to the spanking bench.
The bench has been turned around for me to use it a bit differently today.
I have Leo place the cushion before the bench, facing the structure.
A flicker of pain moves over my tailbone, and my breath hitches in pain as I grab the cart for support.
A quick of wave numbness hits my lower spine, legs shaky a moment, but then disappears.
“Mistress?” Leo doesn’t move from his spot that I’ve placed him in, but his head does tilt to where I am.
“I think I fucked your mouth too hard,” I chuckle, straightening myself. Once I’m sure I can stand and walk okay, I come up behind him to run my hands over his sides. “Guess I’ll have to fuck your ass another time.”
A shudder runs over him, almost like disappointment.
“Don’t worry, baby, I have a back-up plan. What kind of Dom would I be, if I didn’t?” He grunts amused. I slip my hands around his front, tracing over his cock. “I think it’s time we take it out.”
Leo groans as I run my finger over it again, his dick pressing against its cage.
“Turn around.” I instruct, and he faces me with craving on his face. “Hands behind your head. Legs apart.” He goes into the high protocol stance, showing all of himself to me.
Slowly, I start to release his cock, buckle by buckle.
He doesn’t move, but I can see the muscles move in his jaw, shoulders, abs, and even his dick.
I finally release it, and he holds back a moan as he becomes erect.
I have him turn around, unbuckling the sides of the belt to take off the front part.
I place it on the cart, telling him, “Bend over.”
He does, giving me better access to safely remove the anal plug.
Leo releases a sound mixed with relief and discontent.
Briefly, I grab some wipes to make sure he’s clean and the plug.
He stands back up, facing me still with his hands at the back of his head.
Carefully, I clean his cock and balls next.
A sound is caught in his throat as I take my time, and I smirk.
“Sit on the bench. Spread your arms out.”
Leo does, taking his seat gingerly on the padded leather of the bench. I go to one hand, locking his cuff to one of the hard points of the contraption. I do the same on the other side, keeping his arms completely open and spread.
“Open your legs,” I order. Leo opens his thighs, sitting up straight.
Kneeling on the ground, I pull forward the spreader bar I hid under the bench, attaching his ankles to each end.
Leo’s breath picks up as I feel him watching me with anticipation.
Without warning, I push his legs further apart and he grunts as I lock the bar in place.
Lastly, I reach under the bench and pull up straps to wrap over his upper thighs. I tighten them, making him stay seated where he is. He wiggles a little, likely from the soreness of being spanked and caned earlier.
I stand, looking over him as he’s restrained to the bench, limbs spread.
His dick is hard, jutting straight up after being caged.
Leo’s eyes are hooded as he stares at me, while I take my time to look over him.
Stark tattoos and scars in the dim light of the room.
He can’t move, not unless he wants to drag the bench from its spot while fighting a bar that’ll widen his legs more.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” I whisper, stepping between his open legs. My heart clenches suddenly, looking down at him as he gazes up at me. I flick the nipple clamps and his body twitches.
I step back to the cart, grabbing one of the lacey lingerie pieces and the bamboo cane.
Watching him carefully, I approach with his eyes searing into mine.
Swiftly, I bring the cane down over one of his upper thighs.
He grunts, closing his eyes as I do it to the other one.
His dick remains erect, and Leo pulls his lips in as he whimpers under his breath.
Satisfied with his reaction, I set the cane aside, folding the lingerie in half.