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She chose one of the smaller medieval torture rooms since most of the rooms were already occupied tonight. When he stripped at her command, she saw his physique was similar to Brendan's. Like most men at The Zone who enjoyed the touch of other men and had the income for a gym membership, he stayed in excellent shape.
Shackling him face forward on a vertical rack, she moved to the side table and the tools laid out there. Not sure what she'd intended tonight, she'd only brought a small bag of her own items, so she'd reserved the room with its standard accoutrements.
Floggers, paddles, a seven-ring gates of hell cock ring.
As her fingers caressed the gates of hell, she laid her purse on top of the table, retrieved a small box from within it.
Tyler would have been amused, considering her comment about the pronged choke collar. She had something similar in a cock ring, with a second pronged loop attached to it for the testicles. It was a toy she'd used in the past on her subs with a leash. When used correctly, it created anxiety and discomfort. But for a submissive who liked to play on the edge, it could make him even harder. Fortunately, it was one of the few items she'd brought tonight.
Turning, she found Tim already erect and his eyes down, the obedient submissive.
"So will you please me as much as Brendan, Tim?"
"More, Mistress. You won't even remember his name. "
"Hmm. " She put the cock choker on him, adjusted the lower loop around the testicles, the prongs digging in. Then she put the rings of the gates of hell over him, one after another, watching his expression as each size went on. His erection, thickening from her touch, quickly increased the constriction. Typically she would have done more to warm him up before dressing his cock in the restraints. Raising the pleasure threshold so the endorphins would balance the pain the rings and prongs caused.
"You're keeping your eyes down. Is that for me, Tim, or to hide who you are?" She pushed on two of the middle rings of the gates of hell, bringing them together, pinching his skin. His breath drew in sharply.
"Mistress, your forgiveness, but that hurts. "
"Really? It doesn't hurt me at all. " Picking up a ball gag, she caught her finger in the corner of his mouth, wrenched it open in a practiced move that he apparently had not anticipated. Jamming the ball past his teeth, she cinched the gag around his head hard enough to pull the skin back from his mouth, baring his teeth in a grimace.
His eyes flicked up, showing her he was startled, a little afraid. Her lips curved in an expression that no one would have called a smile. "There you are. Think I don't see you, monster? Crouching back there, hiding behind a human façade?" Reaching down, she closed her hand over the choker and began to squeeze, digging the blunt prongs into his tender genitals. His breath whistled through his nose, a grunt of pain making its way past the gag. A quiver ran through his muscles. She could see all the frantic thoughts behind his eyes. Wondering if this was part of her act, if he just needed to tough it out.
"How does it feel for someone to hurt you and not give a damn about how you're feeling?"
She stepped closer so her body was pressed against his bare chest, her leg against his thigh, her hand gripping him in a way that looked intimate and pleasurable to the security cameras. "I have the power to do anything I wish to you, Tim," she whispered, her eyes no more than an inch from his, eyes that had fully registered the danger he was in. The quiver had become violent shaking, his hands closing into fists, body straining against restraints that would not give an inch, the body's irrational way of driving up its own panic quotient. "Do you know I could emasculate you with one. . . good. . . hard. . . squeeze?" Her hand tightened incrementally and his eyes widened in terror. "Just pop those balls off and let them roll right across the floor. Grind them under my stiletto while you watch. "
She stroked the line of his jaw. His breath was coming so hard through his nose that clear phlegm ran down over the rubber ball, mixing with his saliva. "You can smell fear in sweat," she mused. "And you stink of it, Tim. " He made an incoherent sound as her thumb began to press down on one single prong at the base of his cock.
"I have no tolerance for cruelty committed against an innocent. But cruelty against those who commit the crime. . . well, that's something else entirely. " She pressed harder against that one prong. His body jerked against the rack, an inarticulate plea coming from behind the gag. She kept her gaze locked on his, making it terrifyingly clear to him she was conscious of his distress and was not going to do anything to alleviate it.
"You know why it stirs a Mistress so when a sub surrenders? You will nod your head, Tim. "
He nodded, a quick jerk. Tears of pain ran down his face.
"Because that's the place of stillness for both of us, where it all comes together.
Where it all makes sense, where thought simply becomes feeling. It's all about existing in that second, for however long it stretches. Would you like to exist in this second forever?"
He shook his head.
"I'm hurt, Tim. Especially since Brendan said you didn't feel he deserved my attentions. I figured you had something extra special to offer me. " Her grip clamped down on the pronged restraint like the jaws of a pit bull. Her nails dug into his shoulder, cutting into skin.
Tim screamed. His chest expanded, muscles straining against the pain. While he bucked and cried out against the gag she leaned in, nuzzled his throat and the line of his shoulder where the blood welled up from her nail gouging. Twenty seconds later, which she well knew was an eternity for extreme pain, she eased her hold. His head dropped down against the side of hers as he breathed heavily, rasping around the gag, an oddly intimate pose to anyone watching. She put her lips to his ear, making sure her voice hissed like a serpent's tongue.
"This is my practice playground, Tim. When I die, I'll serve as a Mistress in hell, torturing the damned for all eternity. And I'll be waiting especially for you. " She caught his chin, pulled his head up roughly, made him meet her frigid blue eyes.
"You can save your soul by obeying me now. You will move out of Brendan's apartment, leave his life. I don't care if he begs you to stay. You leave and you never contact him again. You don't deserve him. If you ever hurt him again, these past ten minutes will seem like the best memory of your life. " There was a beep as the lock on the door was bypassed and it opened, a two-man security contingent entering. Ryan and Dan, both regular bouncers at the club.
"Mistress, you need to step back from him. Right now. " Their tones were respectful, courteous but their alert stances told her they were trained to move in if she gave them cause.
"Is there a problem here?"
Brendan stepped in behind them as Marguerite moved back from Tim, a calm three steps.
"No sir, but you need to leave this area. "
