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“Wonder if I’ll vent my wrath for Anna on you?”
She shakes her head yes.
“It’s been over six weeks. And if you think I’d let my feelings for one sub cloud my judgment, then you shouldn’t be playing with me at all. If you have nothing else to add to this conversation, I’d suggest you retrieve a ballgag.”
She smiles, content with what I’ve said and starts her retreat.
“Oh, but on your knees,” I order, and she drops immediately, padding to the sidewall to find a proper gag for a loquacious sub.
The circular rack has an “X” cross in the center. I strap her in face first. With her belly to the crosspiece, she rests her crotch on a rod high between her legs. It will play havoc with her spread labia until I turn her upside down and let her hang. The rod removed, I’ll have an empty crotch of soft brown curls to torture. As the plump folds of skin nestle against the rod, I snap metal clamps two inches long on the fleshiest part and turn the screws until I see her wince and hear a muffled protest behind her gag. The weighty metal elongates the flesh, pulling it down a little more each second.
Her arms strain to reach the cuffs above her, and I tighten them down so the bones of her back become visible. There’s enough flesh there to take a good crack of a whip, though I’m more interested in her crotch right now.
Repeating the stringent bondage with her ankles, I have her trussed up like an insect. Taut, the cords of her muscles become visible. Leah sighs like this is comforting, while her crotch nestles into the hard wood, happy to have this most delicate part of her protected a moment longer. She opens and closes her eyes dreamily, as though she’s reverting to some fantasy—out of the closet of many, or perhaps remembering the last time she was bound to this rack.
Leah’s been coming here longer than I have which makes her its oldest member. She should own the place. I know, however, that she reserves her appearances for her alter ego. In her other lif
e she bears no resemblance to the woman that’s seen here. Classic control freak in the boardroom, I wouldn’t want to go up against her in a business deal. Word is, she eats men alive and loves every minute of it, then suddenly turns tail on herself and pays penance at Tethers. There’s no suggesting a permanent relationship with any man because she could never decide what she really wanted. It’s not mine to care if this lifestyle suits her or not. Right now, she’s going to be whipped.
Having Leah secured, my passions begin to rise. I lied when I told her this had nothing to do with Anna, but I suppose she’s already figured that. There are always ulterior motives in these scenes. Even if it’s subtle, the subtext of our lives cannot disappear as though we become clean slates. In this place we write in bold and brilliant strokes. My passions will leave imprints on Leah’s mind and body so she’ll remember this scene fondly the next time she’s in the boardroom wreaking some injustice on a feeble man with no balls for the tough fight.
As I turn the rack, I do so slowly, seeing how her body settles with each crank, how her ungracefully bound breasts change form with every degree until 180°degrees from the start, they jut out nearly straight, nipples slightly enlarged as the rings that pierce them dangle with weighty charms. Her body settles at last into the shoulder straps, and I remove the rod between her legs to expose her cunt. I watch her breath. As I move around the rack, I see the anxiousness in the lines of her face. It’s odd to see such fear in Leah, as though this time means more to her for reasons I don’t understand.
Floating a soft and many taloned deerskin flogger over her thighs and pussy, I watch her crotch grind as though she’s seeking orgasm already. My cock stirs more freely, but it will be ignored for awhile. I drive her mad with the gentle flogging until I see the movement in her body change just slightly. Anna was quite like this. The vibration is so subtle, some can’t see the difference; but it’s at this moment that I’m most inside a submissive’s whispering body listening for to it speak.
Her eyes are closed, her mind drifts off. When I abruptly rip the labia clamps away, she screams. Rushing blood is difficult to bear. She twists desperately, going nowhere. I follow through with a cane rapping at the insides of her thighs, at her pussy straight on, in the gentle places, atop her clit, and in the crevice laying several hard where her pink anus puckers. She roars behind her gag and I back off waiting for some sign to stop. There is none, so I begin again. The deerskin eases her pain for a time and the discomfort subsides. I can see a visible clenching in her crotch where the spasms are beginning. I let her build for several minutes while my flogger continues its gentle journey, and then with a snap of the wrist I lay it on hard, and follow it quickly with a more cutting whip. This leaves welts beside the marks of the cane. The strike is erratic. I center on her ass for awhile mindful that she takes this with much more poise than she takes it on her pussy.
There are shudders, vibrations of pleasure in us both. My cock pulses to the same beat she feels. I know when I lay the cane on her again and follow with deerskin, and then the leather, the combination will end with an orgasm. She’s fought hard for this one, the climax ripping like an angry animal tearing at her body.
Seeing her face afterwards, Leah seems as frightened as she was before it began. Some demon has her riled. But she can’t take more.
Bringing her upright, I let her equilibrium return and take away the gag. Undoing her bonds, she collapses into me. Sixty seconds of tenderness in my arms, she drops to her knees and removes my dick from my jeans. Covering the shaft with her hand, I watch her red mouth cover the head, her bright fingernails move with ease as the blowjob continues beginning to end.
There’s cum on her face, more staining the leather harness with globs of white. She smiles, the first sign that she’s content with this. For a time, I was concerned. I don’t go beyond any submissive’s boundaries, least of all one as willing as Leah.
“Maybe what’s troubling you should stay at home,” I suggest lifting her to her feet.
“That obvious?”
“Yes.”
“You are a gem,” she snickers as she pats my cheek.
She’ll tell me no more than I’ll tell her of myself. We are closed books except for these brief moments. There are few women I want to take to these lengths. Anna was one. Delia replaces her now. But at least for an hour, Leah’s a decent substitute.
***
Delia’s standing in front of me as I sit at my desk. I’m thinking unrespectable thoughts and very happy about it. She has no clue, however, what’s in my mind since I’m staring out the smoke/grey windows talking on the phone. She waits with reasonable poise though I sense her becoming concerned as I put her off. I note her anxiety with pleasure, seeing her nervous expression reflected in the marble surface of my desk. Finally laying the receiver on the cradle, I turn to stare upward at two soft dark eyes and that mass of unruly hair.
“Tell me, what it is you want from me, Delia?” I ask. My voice is cool and my comment purposely vague.
“Mr. Keller, I am sorry about the lost documents,” she immediately rushes in. “I swear, they were on Finnegan’s desk. I don’t know what happened.” She looks as though she’s going to cry.
I nod. The documents were already found, but I’ll let her squirm through this one before I let her know that.
“And what else is on your mind?”
“Sir?”
