Thursday, February 27, 2014
January 25, Part 3
Oses went to the strange object I’d noted before, the kind-of pommel horse looking thing. He dragged it from the wall ... from the way his big arm muscles strained I guessed it was pretty heavy ... towards the most open part of his cramped room. Then he touched the wall it had stood against and a drawer opened out. He took out looped straps with clips at their ends. I swallowed as he also took out a thick, rubbery looking strap. He moved to stand next to the pommel horse.
“Lean over this,” he told me.
I started towards it. “Stop right there,” Oses commanded, and I froze with my foot in the air, not even having taken the first step. “You will crawl wherever you are commanded to go. Hands and knees only, pet.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered. That weird feeling was back, the one where I felt nervous and yet utterly secure. I think it had something to do with Oses spelling out exactly what he wanted from me. I wasn’t left guessing in the least. All I had to do was listen and obey. It really did simplify things ... now if only the rest of life came with step-by-step instructions.
I knelt down and crawled over to that hulking beast of a man and his strange bit of furniture. Once I got there, I stood and draped myself over it. I’d expected it to kind of dig into my stomach. Yet with all the padding, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Oses put one of those loops of his around one of my ankles. He latched it to the lowest metal hooks on the leg of what I was now thinking of as the strapping horse. He tightened the loop a bit to make sure it wouldn’t slip off my foot, but still loose enough that he could fit his finger between skin and strap. “There shouldn’t be a problem, but if you feel your circulation become compromised, you will tell me immediately,” he commanded.
I felt like a parrot who’d learned only one phrase. Yes Master, yes Master, yes Master. Shalia wants a cracker. It was probably the nerves that came close to making me giggle. I stopped myself by thinking of Oses with that thick rubber strap in his hand. That left me scared spitless and aroused all at once.
He secured my other ankle, then came around the front of the strapping horse to latch two more loops higher up on that side of the legs. From my position, peeking through my hair, I could see those muscled knotted arms and big, merciless hands as they worked. I shivered.
He told me, “These tethers are for you to hang onto with your hands while I wear that pretty ass out. Can you do that, or do I need to bind your wrists instead?”
“I can hang on, Master.” Somehow it was more exciting that I would be free and forcing myself to accept his dominion, rather than being tied down powerless.
“Good pet.” Oses handed me the loops and walked around behind me.
I remembered how Dusa and Esak had taught me to not tense when discipline was on the menu. Thinking about big, bad, scary-hot Oses beating my butt made that exceedingly difficult.
His hands rubbing my rump elicited a breathless scream. Damn, I was keyed up.
“Easy, little one,” he soothed. “I promise to make it hurt without injury. You can trust me for that.”
He said something else that I didn’t catch, but I figured out what it was when the clit vibrator suddenly came to life. My moans came out for entirely different reasons than terror this time. My feet jerked in reaction but didn’t have far to go in their bindings. I clenched the loops tight in my fists as heat uncoiled in my pussy, pulsing through my belly.
“That’s it, pet. Good girl.”
The wonderfully heavy hands massaging my ass disappeared. I sighed unhappily to feel them go, but the pad humming against my nubbin stole away most of my disappointment. Damn, it felt good. I lost myself in the exciting throbs, urging desire upward. I wanted more. I wanted to realize the promise of what this little toy could do, having felt it at full power before.
As my mind began to unveil a laundry list of all I wanted in that moment, Oses struck. There was a heavy swack sound. An instant later the meatiest part of my ass caught on fire.
My feet yanked hard on the loops keeping them prisoner, and for an instant I let go of the ones in my hands. Holy crap, it hurt! I remembered myself despite the searing pain and got hold of the tethers once more. Jeez, had we discussed how many of those I was going to get? I couldn’t remember for the life of me.
Oses’ hand caressed one blazing buttock. “Where are we, pet? Keep going, discuss, or sholt?”
I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “How many, Master?”
“Enough to turn your ass and thighs red. You seem to mark rather easy, so probably about ten. Can you handle it?”
I swallowed. There was no denying just the one lick had hurt unbelievably. Yet there was still something about being bent over Oses’ pommel horse (or whatever it was called). Giving him myself entirely continued to keep me turned on. Plus the clit vibrator was returning to my consciousness, making my guts feel tumbly-good. I worried that if I stopped Oses from wearing my ass out, all the other good stuff would end too. I didn’t want that. Maybe if I concentrated on the sensations of the clit toy I’d not notice the strap so much? It was worth a shot.
“I’m okay, Master. Please continue?”
“Very good, pet. I am delighted to allow your request.”
He sounded happy with me. Good, that was good. I concentrated on the vibrator. Yeah, that felt damned fine, and when I wasn’t noticing the sharp stinging that continued from Oses’ first lick, the heat that pulsed from that streak of hurt added to the excitement. I just had to keep my ass relaxed so it wouldn’t hurt too much. Maybe if I channeled all the tension into my hands clutching the loops—
Another swack, like a thunderclap from God Himself. I shrieked and writhed from the blistering pain that erupted in its wake. This time it was just above where Oses had hit me before.
“Look at you dance, my beauty. That is quite lovely.”
I moaned. Fuck, it hurt. Yet I was really, really noticing the clit vibrator too. I don’t know if it was an instinctual self-protective gesture on my body’s part to try and distance itself from the beating I’d agreed to, or if that weird submissive part of me was getting off on the discipline and therefore enhancing my clit’s sensitivity. Right that moment, I couldn’t tell whether I was more in hell from pain or heaven from arousal.
The next blow landed a few inches above the back of my right knee, right where the thigh started to get thick. A second found the same mark on the other leg. I don’t know how the tethers held my ankles as I kicked hard to free them. My strapped flesh sizzled with misery. My clit throbbed with happiness. Elation stabbed deep in my core and tears dripped from my eyes to the floor below. I was wrecked and loving it.
It’s official. I am beyond weird.
Oses continued to praise me. “Gorgeous, little Shalia. Such a good girl.”
The next lick landed just below my buttocks, square on where my thighs began. Oh gosh, I don’t know what was going on in my head, but the pain suddenly was good. I fucking liked it. Something in me begged for it. I’d had some fun before with the lighter roughness I’d enjoyed with the other Kalquorian men who’d fucked me, but this was more intense. Oses turned my flesh raw, and I wanted him to keep right on going.
Another smack, this one just below where his first strap had landed. Oh, that one was beyond good. The fire of it zapped right to my clit, which was engorging and pressing desperately hard against the vibrating pad that covered it. My pussy spasmed, as if I would orgasm right then and there. I think I nearly did.
The strap struck the backs of my legs between where the previous two had gone. Oh, my master wasn’t going to miss an inch. I sobbed my gratitude as fresh infernos lit on my skin and in my core. There wasn’t so much pain as just intense sensation now. It was like every swat hit something delightful just within my pussy.
The next two came quickly, landing right above where he’d gotten me over the knee area. I yelled as fire shot from the blows to my crotch. My entire body shuddered and writhed.
“Ah, what a beauty you are. Dance, little Shalia. That’s my pet.”
The last swat was on the lowest point of my bottom. I had a kind of mini-orgasm then, my pussy rolling a lovely little ball of happy through itself. I panted, hoping for more.
Oses disappointed me. “I think that will do for now. You are the most charming shade of red.” He switched the vibrator off.
My only thought was that it couldn’t possibly be over. Damn it, it was just getting good! “Please, Master? Just a little more?”
Oses chuckled. “I love the enthusiasm, pet, but I’m not one to leave bruises or worse.” He patted my ass affectionately. I don’t think he used hardly any force, but the sting was pretty darned profound where his hand found welts.
Okay, I thought, that could do too. I moaned to let him know I liked it.
“Who’s in charge here, Shalia?” Oses’ tone was light, but there was a dark undercurrent to it that sent ice through my veins.
“You are, Master,” I whispered.
He came around the front of the horse. I felt his big hand grab a handful of my hair at the back, and he pulled my head up so I could look into his beautifully savage face. His look was as steely as it could get, which made me scared and excited all over again.
Oses told me, “I will forego the pain relief since you are enjoying the effects of the beating so much. If you attempt to push your own agenda again however, I will send you out of here with a perfectly painless ass and no orgasm.”
“Yes, Master,” I whimpered.
The tough bastard then untethered me from his strapping horse. He carefully lowered me to the floor and stooped down to have a good look at me.
“Do you need a break yet, pet? Pay attention to your body and tell me truthfully how you feel.”
I did as he said, checking not only how bad my ass and legs hurt, but also my state of mind. Beyond the heated stinging of my spanked flesh, my body was a roiling mass of want. My brain was eager to see what Oses had in store for me next. I thought I was good to go.
“I’d like to continue, Master,” I told him.