Erotic Fiction: Restrained
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“Just sit here like a good girl until I say you can move.” The Girl was seated on a small wooden stool facing the red brick wall, her naked back straight, pale shoulders pinned back in perfect posture, and her smooth knees pressed together in a right angle in front of her body. I sauntered around the perimeter of the room, overseeing her to make sure she didn’t budge. The only sound that filled the space was the clicking of my heeled shoes against the tiled floor of the dungeon, of the occasional deep inhalation from the Girl as she thought about what might be coming for her next.
I took a few steps towards her and looked down. The Girl’s hair was pulled up into a high ponytail near the top of her head, then fell in a tight braid to her mid-back. She remained still, the most obedient of subs, with her eyes trained forward on some undeterminable spot on the wall.
“Look at me,” I instructed, my voice equal parts firm and warm. Her eyes flickered up to mine, chocolate brown irises drinking in the sight of me. Looking at her made me want to tease her, edging her to orgasm, bringing forth that delicate mixture of pleasure and pain that gave me the ultimate sexual gratification.
I bent my index finger once, a silent signal for her to stand up and at attention. She obeyed, rising from the short seat, her gaze never diverting from mine.
“Are you challenging me, Girl?” I asked her, knowing very well I hadn’t given her permission to look away. “You’re just going to go ahead and not break eye contact?”
Her mouth formed into a small O as if she would explain herself, but then she stopped. There wouldn’t be a way to skirt out of my accusations. At least, none that would get her out of a good flogging. The Girl cast her eyes downward as I took her by the elbow and gently guided her to the X-frame, where she stretched out her arms and spread her legs for me to fasten her to it. I moved swiftly, the restraints easily looping tightly into place.
“Grapefruit,” the Girl murmured our safeword, her voice quiet but firm. “My left ankle, that restraint is really hurting.” I quickly loosened the belt by a few notches, watching as she wiggled her ankle a bit.
“Good?” I checked. She nodded, adjusting her face so that she was once again looking away from me. I slapped one ass cheek hard, watching the fat jiggle up and down from the reverberating force and a pinkness spread across her skin. “Good.”
The Girl drew in a long breath, one that I knew was in excited anticipation. This wasn’t our first rodeo, and, very likely, it wouldn’t be our last. The two of us had an ideal rhythm, a dance that worked so well; I would never admit it to any of my subs, but she was, by far, my favourite.
I tugged at her braid slowly, pulling her head back so that her cheek was against mine, and breathed slowly against her. Her eyelids fluttered shut, a slight smile creeping across her face. In an instant, I jerked her head back upright and grabbed a leather flog on the sleek marble table. The long tendril-like tresses hanging limply as I moved towards her, grasping the shaft. The first contact with her back let out a sharp hiss, both from the Girl and the whip itself.
The second time the leather met her skin, this time on the other half of her body, she let a soft moan escape from between her lips. I continued flogging her in a delicate mixture of gentle tickles and sharp lashes, bringing her body to the precipice of what it would be able to physically tolerate, then immediately stopped. Her shoulders slumped slightly, the tension in her back visibly relaxing as she waited for whatever might come next.
I slid my finger between the Girl’s legs, caressing her clit while I stood behind her, my body pressed to her back. Her breath quickened, hips pushing outward but unable to move away. I slid down to my knees, my thumb moving inside of her to find her G-spot.
The Girl’s cries became louder and louder, her body squirming as the pleasure coursed through her. With her limbs restrained, spread as far away from her torso as possible, there was no way for her to run from this insurmountable ecstasy. It would overwhelm her, engulf her, swallow her whole. So often, we try to stop the feelings of physical pleasure when they become too much to handle, but the Girl would feel every single ounce of it… and she’d come back again for more.
