So say you're going to spank someone, but for an added bit of spice you decide to use a sword cane (with it scabbarded of course). Would that qualify as:
A) Flogging
B) Caning
C) Knife Play
For those curious the current leading answers is actually D) Why are you like this?
She approached cautiously. A cat slinking towards it's food dish but not sure the dog had actually disappeared. Watchful and waiting.
It was easy to explain her hesitance. She had broken the rules and knew I would punish her for it. It was our nature. Mine to impose order and hers to tug at the constraints she wore so happily around her neck. I could see her worry at what was in store for her. Concern tinged by excitement I noted with some announce as I returned to my meal. Cautious she waited beside the table, not wanting to poke too hard at my buttons, until I gesture for her to sit across the table from me.
Settling her napkin in her lap she hesitated and asked, "Is being denied dinner my punishment?"
"Nope, dig in." I gestured to the simple but fine dish if rice and chicken I'd prepared.
"Oh, am I getting a spanking?" She asked after cutting into her chicken breast.
"You'd enjoy that." I chuckled as he took a thoughtful bite.
"Time out?" She said after a second bite, her cheeks flushing with color.
"Those don't seem to have worked." I grumbled over her repeated soft coughs.
"Are we just going to drop journaling?" She sounded slightly dejected. Or as dejected as she could over another cough and a loud sniffle to fight a suddenly runny nose.
I shook my head. She enjoyed the task, just like being made to do it even more. Beet red and alarmed she managed to ask, "You're not going to give me the silent treatment?"
"Of course not." I smiled reassuringly.
"Then what are you going to do to me?" She said reaching for her water that I quickly moved out of reach. It wouldn't have helped anyway.
"Nothing." I cooed, "In fact if you run right now and get started I will give you this bottle of milk and yogurt. Which are quite probably the only dairy products in the house."
As I spoke I lifted both items into view. My red faced Paramore stared quizzically at them through teary eyes. Seeing her confusion I lifted my other hand and out the can of hot pepper seeds into view.
She looked from the can to me to the chicken and back again. Then at the yogurt and milk. Comprehension slowly dawned.
The chair banged against the floor as she shot off. And in the few heartbeats I knew I had between now and when she returned to demonstrate just how deserving of my reward she was I attacked my own dinner. It was a bit spicy but the overwhelming hint of victory made it delicious.
Consciousness came with a face full of bushy brown hair, black in the reflected moonlight. Cold crept off the white painted stone pressed against my back even as I wrapped a pleasant furnace in my arms. The mattress creaked beneath me as I shifted so the fuzzy blanket fell more fully around me. In reaction she stirred, rubbing pleasantly against me as I came fully awake.
My right arm was tucked beneath her and under her breasts, holding her to me, while my left lay lazily across he stomach. As I nuzzled into her hair, lips pushing towards a hidden neck my left hand wandered. Moving down with my thoughts to the garden it felt like I'd just vacated. Sliding over the soft fabric of my t shirt that was so long and baggy on her. Finding the supple flesh of her knee and slowly drawing back up as my first kiss pressed into the nap of her neck. She giggled sleepily as my nails drew a long her thigh. Her squirming took on a more purposeful grinding as I reached the thin fabric of her panties. My fingers pushed between her thighs, brushing and tracing her as my right hand took up the task of working up the shirt. Slipping awkwardly underneath as I grabbed one of her bountiful tits. Pawing and grabbing with hunger at odd with the gentle teasing caresses along her lips. Her hips began to rock, grinding her ass back into me as she often soft sleepy moans. Rolling back I gave her more room and she followed, eagerly exposing herself to my touch. My teeth grazed the side of her neck, nibbling and tasting as I kissed up her chin my fingers pushing into her folds through already damp fabric. I reached her ear and froze.
In the pale washed light of a dull moon I saw we were no longer alone. In a not unheard of move the two girls sharing this dorm room had pushed their beds together to maximize floorspace and provide a luxuriously spacey bed. A few hours ago I had whole heartedly approved of this, now as I starred at the roommate's back and listened to her soft snoring I felt it was the worst thing in the world. Particularly as the girl ground her ass against my groin to restart stalled fingers.
"She's back." I whispered before my hands resumed their work largely on the orders of another traitorous head.
I felt my playmate bite her lip, could feel the desire slipping across my fingers fighting her modesty. Even still I was not expecting the husky whisper, "As long as we don't wake her up."
Grinning from ear to ear I pushed the blanket off and climbed over her. Kissing her to stop any noise as I pushed her down onto the bed beneath me. I found the hem of my borrowed shirt and pulled it up and off. I spun it, twisting it it into one long string of cloth before tying it tightly around one wrist. Looping the cord around the head board I pulled her other wrist up and tied it off as well. Her back arched as she tugged lightly at her impromptu binding, puffing out her impressive chest and inviting my fingers to find her nipples as I drank in the sight beneath me.
Naked and glowing in the wan moonlight with a fan of dark hair beneath her she was beautiful. Worry and excitement chased themselves across her face until I began to twist and roll her nipples and then there was desire and the guilty pleasure of doing what you should not. She flushed with excitement that seemed to make the lingering marks of my touch burn in the moonlight.
Freeing my cock I pulled her panties aside. Driving my length along her slide and grazing over her clit. Sharp stubble scratched pleasantly at me before plunged back into heated velvet. With a grin I shushed her first real moan.
It was then in that pause as put on the condom she looked over at her sleeping roommate. Concern began to creep back into her. She jumped as I whispered suddenly in her ear.
"Ready?"
"Yes." She said and my hand took her by the neck and forced her to look at me. See only me.
Even as I sat back. Lifting her up and thrusting myself in. Rocking my hips as I silently fucked her. Only the soft squeaking of the mattress as I moved. We both bit our lips, stifled the noises we'd shared earlier. I could only feel her. Soft and warm, but constricting in hard deliberate spasms. The only control she could take and in having the rest taken from her she delighted in it.
I felt her spasm around my cock as I asked, "And how would she felt if she woke up and found me using you like a sex toy?"
Squirming as much as she could in my grip she whispered back, "You're an evil man."
I leaned over her. By mutual consent we both needed more. I needed more leverage. More force. It seemed the noise of my hammering heart would wake the dead. The racing tattoo of her pulse could summon an army. Both easily covering the beds protest as I jackhammered down into her.
Covering her mouth with mine as our bodies were reduced to spasming wrecks I smothered a groan. There was nothing I could do to covering my panting or hers as we lay literally joined at the hip.
Eventually I heard her ask, "Is she still asleep?"
"Why, want to go again?"
Samuel Clemens, better known as Mark Twain, had something of a facility with language. So much so that as a young newspaper man he was able to convince his boss to send him to Hawaii. Upon his arrival on that island paradise he found himself standing on a secluded beach watching a dozen beautiful women frolicking naked in the surf.
Moved only by the mostly gentlemanly of motive he proceeded to sit on their clothes so that they wouldn't be stolen.
The best thing about having a sub is you can do traditional relationship things like movie night. And if she tries to steal you popcorn or talk through the good scene hog tying and gagging her is not only an option but seen as a reward...
Really the only surprise was that I had a mortar and pestle nestled amongst the coffee cups. It made a weirdly soothing sound as the last clumps were reduced to a fine powder that I eventually transferred to a counter scale. Comparing the weight to my scrawled calculations, then checking again I grunted in satisfaction. Looking up I found her watching me, curled atop her stool as if she meant to flee even as excitement danced in her eyes. Apparently having lost herself in observing my work it took her a moment to notice the shift in my attentions.
"Sure about this?" I asked again.
She smiled in a manner undoubtedly meant to be reassuring but was instead a twisted combination of manic excitement and jittering nerves, "I am, I want you to be free to do anything."
Her delicious relish at the last word plucked my lips into my own smile as I carefully slid the powder into the juice and began to stir. Her hands shook as I handed her the cup but before I could say anything she downed the entire thing. Grimacing and sticking out her tongue I laughed at the obvious answer to my question on the taste of the concoction and took back the glass. Cleaning up was easy and quick but I noticed a little vacancy settling on her features as I finished. Still the kiss she gave me was fierce and her step as I lead her to the couch bouncy. Settling onto my lap she curled against my chest, leaning into me as I stroke her hair while I consider what would come next.
I didn't have long to wait. First she still against me. Her breathing deep and regular as she nuzzled deeper into my warmth. Not changing at all as I cradled her and stood. She was completely out.
Carefully placing her down on the bed I slowly peeled away the thin shirt and shorts that were the only thing she wore. Exposing skin as brilliant as marble in the moonlight, and as fine an example of beauty as any statue. But unlike a statue she was warm, and so very soft beneath my caressing fingers. There was a satisfying crack as an imprint of my hand appeared on her ass. A stark red mark that failed to produce anything more than some nonsensical mumbling.
Grinning evily I nearly ran to the kitchen to retrieve the last few things I needed. Foremost amongst them my growler. Over a foot long, four inches wide and as phallic shaped as a tourist kitsch shop could get while still remaining "family" friendly it was an impressive beer container though not something to drink from in polite company. It was also delightfully cold to the touch. Making her shiver as I shifted her into position.
Safely wedged on her side between pillows to stop her rolling over I took a moment to tie her hair back away from her face. Next I tucked the blankets gently around her and checked to make sure the gatorade bottles were on the bedside table and easily in reach. Stopping only to retrieve my growler and kiss her forehead I went back out to the living room.
Droping onto the couch I took a sip of beer before putting on my headset and picking up the controller, "Hey guys."
A confused gabble of voices eventually resolved itself into a single question, "Wasn't it date night."
"It was but she dozed off." I answered truthfully, "But before she did she said I could do anything I wanted."
It began as an uncomfortable groan that quickly escalated to a distorted shout as her entire body tensed. Flexing against the restraints as her bottom muscles clamped down against the sudden intrusion, cold sharp edged plastic that I pushed steadily on despite the resistance. With a low hiss she tried to relax tense muscles, to surrender to my inevitable progress. Or at least I assumed it was meant to be a hiss, the scarlet ring forcing her lips apart left everything a bit indistinct.
Finishing putting the marker somewhere safe my fingers checked the cuffs holding wrists and ankles together and the strap connecting the pair. Straightening I plucked the leash hanging taught from the ceiling and smiled into the mirror where we both admired my handy work. Not that she had any choice but to look. I had put her hair into a pony tail and tightly braided that around the leash leaving her unable to turn her head. Just as the partial hogtie and board wedged between her knees left her frozen, kneeling before the mirror. Completely helpless before me.
A point I emphasized by reaching down to tug idly at the binder clips decorating the lovely breasts I had labelled 'cock pillows' in large bold letters with the aforementioned marker. It hadn't been the only part of her I'd labeled. I'd started with 'smackable' along the inside of one thigh before loosening up. "Insert here" with an arrow spread across the bottom of her stomach. 'Fuck' and 'hole' covered flushed cheeks. Giant letters boldly proclaimed 'Whore' on her forehead. Her eyes flicked between those and the other not so tender endearments as I grunted and rested my hands on her shoulders. She shivered. Wondering at what comes next and in response to the wand jammed into her slit, its head glistening with her excitement. For a moment I leaned forward, forcing her down onto the wand as the collar rose higher on her neck, as we studded the slut in the mirror. Then my fingers curled around her neck and I heaved. The leash slipped its hook and I dropped her. As she sprawled on her face I unclipped ankles and wrists before leaving her to writhe as I sat comfortably a little distance away.
"Come here" I said, simply and firmly.
For a moment she stared in disbelief, shrugging arms still bound behind her back. I merely glanced at the paddle resting on the bed. She began to crawl, worm really. Sliding herself the short distance between us painfully slowly. Come to rest at my feet.
"Knees." My voice was cold, flat, and harsh without rising an octave.
She struggled. She failed. Once. Twice. Three times. Then I had her by the hair. Yanking her up as I unzipped my pants and pushed myself towards her welcoming mouth.
For a moment I merely let her fumble. Bound and gagged she ineptly tried to take me in but failed. My grip tightened on her hair.
"Can't you even do this?" I let myself growl for the first time as I forced myself into her.
She was useless I growled. Only fit to be used like this I rumbled as I took firm hold of her and began to pump. She sputtered and gasped. Trying to pull away.
"Need to be shown exactly what you're good for." I snarled as she began to relax. Letting me take over. Melting into being my toy.
For a moment all I did was admire her naked beauty. Her skin tinged with nervousness and excitement as her bountiful chest heaved in anticipation. Hair drawn up into a tight bun hidden beneath the clasped fingers of her upraised arms as she stood with feet shoulders width apart trembling slightly as she felt my roaming gaze.
She jumped a little as my hand fell on her waist, prevented by the thick blindfold from seeing it or my kiss coming. My lips pulled at hers, drawing her head up as our tongues began to dance in feverish anticipation. As my hand rose and cupped one breast her excitement moan mixed with my hungry growl in our kiss. The soft flesh yielded beneath exploring fingers that dug a little deeper and greedily with each passing moment till her nipple rolled in my firm grasp. I pinched as I kneaded the pressed my palm against her surging chest pushing up with the nail of my thumb against my index finger, nipple trapped between. She shivered in response, then gasped as the clamp clicked into place. I nibbled at her lower lip while attaching the other clamp, letting their cold chains dangle across flushed skin before raised them up as I slowly clasped the collar around her neck. A single firm tug ensured the clamps were in place and started her into motion.
I lead her to the bed and then draped her across a pillow resting on the footboard that had always been just too high. I saw her go on tip toes as I took her wrists and drew her on. The cuffs snapped on, the rope taut, and her arms held. I let my fingers ghost lightly down her arm as I moved back, coming to rest on her should as bent over her from behind. I felt her blazing heat, trembling need as I stood back up. The motion raking my nails down either side of her spine, pushing firmly into satin smooth skin. Down her back, pausing only for a playful slap at her rump, onto her thighs and then calves. My teeth replaced the nails as I distracted myself from securing her ankles with little nips. Soon though she was totally shackled in place and my hands worked their way back up the inside of her legs. Leisurely heading to the intersection where I was greeted with a fevered moan as my hand brushed over her inflamed pussy. My fingers submerged into scalding warmth as I parted her slit, moving into her folds and exposing her to my hot breath. She tried to rock back, move in anyway to speed up my languid teasing, but she couldn't and that only made her more desperate.
Still I did not slid into her welcoming embrace or caress her throbbing clit, lingering instead on her lips. The snap of the first binder clip was covered by her sudden yelp. As was the second. And the third. Fourth. Fifth. The sixth though only produced a whimper. A hiss greeted my middle finger pushing into her asshole. The sudden intrusion and chilly layer of lube making her tense and groan. The intrusion came again and again. Three quick thrust forcing more lube in each time before I pressed her plug into her, steady pressure seeing it in above fresh groans. Leaving its ruby base winking invitingly at me.
An invitation I answered eagerly. My heart rate started to quicken as I let the corded leather tails of my whip drop onto her back. A tender introduction between two parties I desperately want to get better acquainted. She teases as I roll my wrist. Slowly shaking out my arm in wide arms that bring the tails flicking lamely across her back and thighs. But I am warming to my work in more ways than one. Grinning as the whip begins to crack. Smiling as I begin to truly leave my mark on her. Feeling the simple joy of creation as I paint a masterpiece of deepening red lines across her. Some darken considerably as my tempo really ramps up, the incessant cracking a counterpoint to the wailing scream broken by desperate pleading from my canvas. Despite the frenzy coming over my I feel some part of my brain careful parsing her every utterance, searching for those magic words or the sound of the clicker in her hand. Thankfully all I hear is encouragement to go on.
One final swipe with my whole arm, the impact filling the room with its wonderful sound and forcing her to flinch into the frame, then I'm done. Done with one stage and leaning over the footboard to grab a handful of her hair. Yanking her head back, seeing the red face and feeding the handle of the whip into a gaping mouth. I push it deep, feeling her whole body spasm against the intrusion while I know its only a distraction. The first binder clip slides off with a dull click. I pull the rest off in turn. Stifling the screams I feel vibrating through my tool. Last comes the plug, joining the small pile of discards on the floor I quickly cover with the pillow that had been separating her from the wooden frame.
I press my hip eagerly into her backside, feeling the raw heat of a furnace washing off her. Grinding absently against her burning butt I use her back as a work station to prepare the dildo for the next part. Bending a little I push my cock forward. Letting it smack into sensitive and throbbing lips a few times before pushing into her slit. Finding my bearings I draw back a little, the dildo slotting into place between me and her asshole. Then I slam forward.
In one thrust she is filled. Then its simple primal need. I want her. Need her. Desperately have to use her to slack my own desire. The dildo pushing back into me is uncomfortable so I cover it with increase savagery. Forcing her further onto the bed frame as my pounding makes it shake. Incoherent growls rumble out of my chest as I lose myself in the frantic quivering squeeze that engulfs me. I can feel the pressure building as I slam into her. Inside me, inside her, in the room. Still I need more. So I take it. That is my only thought. Her tight embrace and my need to complete possess it.
I do in a sudden explosion. For a moment there are only stars, my hammering heart, and waves of pleasure. Warm euphoria infusing every aspect of my existence.
Only slowly do I realize I've slumped over. At some point I've bitten her, my arms wrapped around her, hands mauling at chained tits, as my cock continues to spasm within her. I feel utterly drained, my breathing is heavy and ragged. Standing up is an effort. The dildo plops to the floor as I stumble back from her and around to release her wrists. My numb fingers feel clumsy as I do my best to gently massage feeling back into her nipples as I release the clamps. With her ankles free I slowly lift her shaking and spent body down onto the ground.
And for a moment all I do is admire my collection of used and discarded toys...
"You can't hurt me."
Words whose sultry delivery does nothing to undercut their inherent lie. A grip too firm, turn too quick, blow too forceful and there will be screams, and tears, or even a shuddering cessation. Hurting people is so easy most do it on accident, let alone when I bend my creative faculties towards the task. Such things are obvious to us both, just as obvious as her smiling invitation is to be hurt. To feel exquisite agony. Sharp sensation sparking into a cerebral storm of sensation as to numb of still turbulent thoughts. To focus everything on this singular moment were there are only waves of tantalizing experience. Just as I will use that pain as the underlying percussion to the piece I am conducting, an ever present rumbling.
The words are invitation, challenge, and reassurance. Just not technically true.
In college I was drinking with some friends and my sub. Things were getting a little out of hand and someone mentioned the old English practice of "auctioning" off wives as a form of divorce. To much laughter I tied my sub's scarf into a makeshift halter and asked what I could get for her. At first she was thrilled with the attention and the sudden game. She was less thrilled when the wining bid turned out to be two beers, a lighter with a cool design on one side, and whatever change I could dig out of the couch cushions.
It was something of a surreal experience to have to include my confidences I should have gotten high five figures for her in an apology.