Why are so many kinksters against knives?
I'll admit, I wouldn't want one at my throat but there is no more sensual way to remove wax, after play, than a knife!
Maybe not slicing but scraping and threatening.....
Yes, please!
The men had changed places again.
She opened her eyes but could see nothing. Mr. Milton had covered her eyes with a scarf. Momentary panic set in.
“Please. Enough. I need to stop.” Liza pleaded. She wanted to sound more forceful but the words came out in barely a whisper.
“What’s that, Red? Do you have something to say?” Mr. Milton was laughing.
Liza cleared her throat and started again. “You have had your fun. Let me go.”
There was no hint of laughter this time. It was loud and clear.
“The Slut has had enough. Surely, we should do as she commands.” Mr. Milton said more loudly than was necessary.
“Is that so, slut?” Mr. Leash “Do you want to be released?” It wasn’t a question. It was a challenge.
Silence filled the room.
“No” she whispered.
“Louder, baby. Say it like you mean it. Do you want to be released?” he asked with his fingers so close to her center she wanted to squirm toward his touch.
“No.” she said more clearly. “No. Don’t let me go.” Tears fell from her sealed eyes and were absorbed by the silk.
“Don’t worry, baby, you aren’t going anywhere.” Mr. Leash assured her before he began kissing the inside of her thigh.
“Let go, Red. Let go.” Mr. Milton spoke so closely to her ear that she thought the next kiss would be from him. She raised her head in the hope of meeting his, but he wasn’t there.
Sensations flooded her again. Mr. Leash was kissing and biting his way up the inside of her leg. Mr. Milton affixed clamps to her breast and pulled.
Liza arched her back to ease the pain of her nipples and clenched her legs at the teeth marking her legs. Over and over the sensations tormented her mind. She couldn’t respond to one when the next was drawing a muffled scream from her at the same time.
Mr. Leash and Mr. Milton pulled, pinched, twisted, bit and tortured her flesh until she was so close to cumming, she went silent.
The room went still and silent. The only sound was Liza’s tortured breathing.
She couldn’t see but started to relax believing they were finally done with her. Another mistake.
Liza’s head was pulled back and down roughly. A hard cock stuffed into her mouth without the chance to take a breath. At the same time, her pussy was impaled in one hard thrust.
They fucked her hard. Mr. Leash in her pussy; Mr. Milton in her mouth. They were in their own experience. Liza was the vessel. Hard and pounding thrusts brought her to the edge of orgasm. Yet the slow, halting pulses of the cock to the back of her throat made her gasp for air.
“Baby”
“Red”
“Cum!”
Liza’s body convulsed. She felt the cum spilling onto her face from Mr. Milton and the cum of Mr. Leash covering her stomach. The quantity and force was no match for her own orgasms which covered Mr. Leash like a summer hydrant being released.
Mr. Milton pulled harshly on the clamps attached to her nipples. Mr. Leash stroked and pinched her clit.
## FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her body seized and exploded.
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One of the men brought a warm wash cloth and cleaned her. The other covered her in a blanket and carried her to the couch.
“That was beautiful, baby”
“Perfect, Red.”
Liza smiled and snuggled into whatever arms were closest. Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep ...... *Two Daddies?*
Mr. Leash had enough. He wanted what he wanted and he wanted it NOW. He stepped away from Liza, set down the flogger and picked up a whip.
Without coordinating, consulting or anticipating, Mr. Milton had also grabbed a whip.
Front and back, Liza was assaulted with sensations. Pain ripped through her and she screamed.
Whips were discarded for hands. Hard hands. Smacking her breasts, beating her ass.
Liza gave herself up to the men. She let herself feel. Being tied and helpless absolved her of responsibility. Whatever happened was not of her doing. There was a peace in that. If she had been able to process thought, she might have pondered it. As it was, she was lost. The blows edged her closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.
She looked over the edge of the cliff. *Release me.* she spoke into the darkness.
But she wasn’t released. Her physical bonds were removed. She crumbled to the floor but was caught by her captors.
They carried her to a table.
“Baby? You still with me?” Mr. Leash spoke in a lulling tone. Meanwhile, he again secured her ankles.
“Yes, I’m here” she responded trying to bring her head back to consciousness.
“Red? Tell me” Mr. Milton spoke from above her head. He was securing her wrists.
“Yes.” she whispered. “Yes.”
Her head fell off the edge of the table and she took several cleansing breaths.
Gentle touches. Hands covered her body. Nothing hidden. Everything .... open.
“We’re not done with you, Red. When you wake the dragon, you get the teeth and the claws.” Mr. Milton stated matter-of-factly. He would show no mercy. He knew she needed none.
His mouth covered hers. Mr. Leash pressed his lips against hers and pulled the kiss from her. Liza wouldn’t give it willingly. Under other circumstances, she would’ve slapped him. Here. Now. She followed. His tongue coaxed her own into a response. She responded; softly at first then more fervently. Her urgency goaded by the finger easing in and out of her. Slowly, methodically, one finger stroked her pussy from the inside.
Liza couldn’t understand the violations. The kiss with Mr. Leash was probing and increasing in intensity. The stroking by Mr. Milton was slow and steady. She moved her hips trying to get the fingers to match the pace of the tongue but to not avail. Mr. Leash was not Mr. Milton. Mr. Milton was not Mr. Leash. And neither gave a flying fuck what the other was doing. Her body was experiencing two completely different unities simultaneously and it made no sense to her. She had no choice but to let go.
“Breathe, baby, breathe.” Mr. Leash reminded her yet again.
Guess what? I'm not a brat. I challenge, instigate and contradict, but I am not a brat. I am a strong, submissive whose submission must be earned and, therefore, treasured.
I will not pout because of a rule infraction or punishment. I will pout if you fail to articulate your reasoning.
I will not sulk because I've been punished or disciplined. I will sulk if you haven't explained to me what you expect and how I have failed to achieve your expectations.
I will not be disrespectful because you set standards of behavior. I will be disrespectful if you have not commanded my respect through your dominance and institution of expectations.
I will not taunt you because your methods are weak. I will taunt you if you fail to demonstrate your authority over me through consistency and affection.
I will not cry because you didn't love me enough. I will cry because I feel abandoned and alone in my shame at not pleasing you.
I will not scream because you didn't reach out to me in my time of need. I will scream when you leave me alone in the abyss to which you have brought me.
I will not seethe because you didn't do what I expected/wanted. I will seethe when you presume that you are unnecessary in the process of reconciling the intensity of emotion you created and abandoned me to face this demon alone.
No, I am not a brat. I am a challenge and a treasure. Earn me and your rewards will be boundless.
Liza continued to delude herself into thinking she had some sort of choice in the events about to unfold.
The men approached her. She saw victory on each of their faces yet couldn’t understand the implications for her.
“Enough! Fine. I played the game and you caught me off guard. This is done. Let me go.” Her voice sounded so firm in her own mind, she was certain they would be swayed.
“Baby, this isn’t a game.” Mr. Leash crooned from behind her. “Do you really think you are here because of your choosing?”
The mindfuck had begun. Liza started to wonder if her plan had gone awry or if there had been an entirely different plant in the making, altogether. *They didn’t know. They **couldn’t** know* she insisted to herself.
“Clay in the hands of a sculptor” Mr. Milton entoned.
Frantically she grasped for the sequence of events. *They were surprised to see me, weren’t they?* Liza was second guessing everything that had happened up to that point.
The men caressed her, in front and behind. Hands everywhere. She closed her eyes.
She felt the cold steel against her skin. What little warmth her remaining garments had provided was gone. Cut away. It wasn’t the thought of her expensive costuming that brought a few tears to her eyes. It was the exposure. Fully and completely, she was secured and bound; completely available to the whims of her victims who had become her captors.
Liza attempted to pull her legs together, but it was pointless. Her ankles were pulled tightly. All attempts are modesty were torn from her. She was open. Her breasts were hanging in front of her. Her legs and arms extended beyond the point of being useful to her. How could she regain control of the situation?
“You can’t” Mr. Leash breathed into her ear. “Baby, you are so far gone, you can’t even admit it to yourself.” He had read her mind. He was in her thoughts.
“Red? Are you with me?” Mr. Milton’s voice jolted her eyes open as he grasped and squoze her breast.
She stared at him but couldn’t answer. He leaned forward. His lips so close to hers she could feel his breath. She couldn’t move. She could blink. She stared at him and waited for the assault on her mouth. It didn’t come.
Mr. Milton moved his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her close to him. Behind her, Mr. Leash encircled her waist and pulled her ass against his erection. She didn’t pull away or press toward. She was .... trapped.
“Breathe, baby, breathe.” Mr. Leash whispered into her ear.
Liza exhaled and inhaled twice. Her world began to spin.
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Liza shivered at the sudden retreat of Mr. Leash and Mr. Milton. The cool air on her skin was a short reprieve.
Each man chose a flogger from the display on the east wall.
Nothing they did next was in unison.
Mr. Leash started on her upper back, then her thighs. It was almost as if he intentionally avoided her ass. The blows came in varying intensity.
Mr. Milton worked her over from the front. He struck her nipples over and over again. Her cries for relief hung in the air, ignored, or so she thought.
Mr. Milton leaned into her again. His hand stroked her tender breasts and slid down to her center, never entering, just teasing ... feeling. “Cry, Red. Scream. Cry. Beg for mercy. We won’t stop you.”
“Bastard!” Liza yelled. “Fuck you. Fuck him. Fuck you both!”
Wrong answer!
Mr. Milton grasped her hair and pulled her head back sharply. Mr. Leash stopped his flogging, reached around and grabbed her pussy with his right hand.
“Not smart, baby” Mr. Leash chastised as he slid his fingers up her slit and grasped her clit.
“Not smart at all, Red” Mr. Milton agreed and bit her breast hard.
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*I tried. I really tried* Liza reassured herself as she assessed her predicament.
Mr. Milton and Mr. Leash were leaning against the wall talking in whispered tones. The occasional chuckle reached her ears.
She pulled and tugged at her extremities. Twisting her wrists, trying desperately to reach the clasp and work her way out of the situation.
*How did this happen? **They** were supposed to be left wanting. Why am I attached to this frame?*
Her legs were pulled so far outward that her high heels gave only tenuous support. Her arms were too stretched to allow for fingers reaching the clasps.
Practicality overruled all else, as it tends to do with Liza. *I might need my energy for later. Better take a more conservative approach.*
It was laughable. The reality of the situation should have been enough to show her that her approach/plans/wishes/desires were no longer a factor in this scenario. Her fate belonged elsewhere and she wasn’t ready to accept that just yet.
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“Heads or tails. Literally speaking” Mr. Leash said with a laugh as he tossed the coin in the air.
Mr. Milton knew what he wanted and was loathe to allow his playtime to be dictated by the toss of a coin. However, the entire unfolding of events had taken everyone by surprise.
Last week, he and Mr. Leash had decided to attend Eva’s party. It was to be a private event held in her bar for a few close friends. He had no plans to play but looked forward to sharing theories and techniques with his new friend.
As soon as the song began, he knew who would be appearing before him. Well ... he didn’t know for sure, but he suspected as much. Her teasing and insinuations had gone on for days. He was drawn to her ..... mind. *What was really going on in there?* he wondered. It was pointless to try and put her into a known paradigm. He knew she was different. It wasn’t sexual, it was .... intellectual.
“Heads. Always Heads.” he said and watched as the coin appeared showing the first President.
“Can’t blame me for being an ass and leg man.” Mr. Leash laughed.
*Yes!* Mr. Milton smiled at his victory.
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Mr. Leash knew Liza’s hot spots. He knew how to tease her and make her crazy. *She thinks she is so complex. She has her trigger points.*
He had been taunting and teasing her for awhile now. She couldn’t help but rise to the bait like a kitten to string. He toyed with her fantasies. He didn’t have to probe her mind or how the machinations occurred. He liked keeping her flustered and off-balance.
He couldn’t have been more pleased when Mr. Milton chose “heads”. He wanted that *tail*. Yes, he had plans for that *tail*.
*Yes!* Mr. Leash smiled at his victory.
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BossDaddy wasn’t there in person, but she was dealing with trying to keep her wrists from suffering the same fate as her ankles. If I can keep my hands free and make these guys so frustrated with my lack of submissiveliness, I can still undue the ankle cuffs myself. Famous last words.
Mr. Leash slammed two fingers inside Liza, causing her to cry out. Mr. Milton took the opportunity to yank one arm up and get it to the cuff. Mr. Leash again bit down on the inside of her thigh. Liza didn’t even register that she had one arm free.
“FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Wimpy domly ones can’t take her one-on-one!” called Eva.
“Kitty?”
Liza heard the voice but didn’t recognize it. Someone was in the balcony with Eva.
“Daddy!!” Eva squealed. She wasn’t expecting him because he had told her he would be working.
Eva jumped and turned, her excitement at hearing his voice replaced by excitement of another sort. In his hands she saw it. The one thing that could quiet her. Well, not exactly quiet her, she was EvaDiva, afterall. But the sight of the leash was enough to bring her crawling to him.
He sat in the large, leather chair and said, “Kitty, my love, if you want to watch, you must be silent. Do you understand?”
Eva curled into his lap and purrrrrrrrrrrrred.
Liza took one last deep breath, tested her ability to walk in the heels and entered the room.
She kept her back to the men and swayed to the music. She ran her hands over her ass and with her red nails scratched its surface moving back upwards.
Mr. Leash turned to his friend, “Doesn’t that look like ....” His question trailed off as both men stared wide-eyed at Liza as she turned to face them.
Liza smiled slightly when she saw both men simultaneously rub their hands over their crotch. *It’s working* she thought and continued to dance. *They are going to be so damn hard! And I’ll walk away laughing at ***them*** this time!* She moved closer to the two men on the couch.
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Meanwhile ......
Liza glanced over to make sure her friends weren’t going to spoil her fun. Princess and Jane had a way of being magnetically pulled to any hard cock in the room.
Jane was up against the wall by the Englishman. She was struggling to get away but her body was pressed by his. One hand was around her throat; the other was up her skirt between her legs. Liza was impressed with her ability to struggle knowing how futile it was going to be. Jane’s face was flushed and her breathing fast and hard. *Hope he knows she’ll run at the first chance she gets. Janeypants loves to run.*
Princess, on the other hand, had no intention of going anywhere. She was bent over a spanking bench. Her Sir was in front of her with his hands wrapped in her hair shoving his cock so far down her throat she was gagging and drooling. Two women stood behind her spanking her ass to a deep red. One woman was using a wooden paddle, the other was using her bare hand. From her vantage point, Liza could see she was dripping wet. *Good. I won’t have to fight for attention.* she thought and leaned forward over Mr. Leash.
Liza straddled Mr. Leash and ran her fingers through his hair. With her other hand, she reached over to Mr. Milton and let her fingers cover his chest and move lower to his pants.
Each man reached a hand toward her ass, jarring her back to her senses. For a moment, she had almost lost focus due to the two cocks silently begging for her attention. She pushed herself to her feet and slapped their hands away. *I’d never get away with that if either one owned me* she giggled to herself.
Liza turned away from the men and stood with her back to Mr. Milton.
“I’m hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet.” And Liza bent forward allowing Mr. Milton a full view of her ..... assets.
She dropped to her knees, turning again toward the men. Her arms were so close together, one breast released itself from the lingerie. She sat back on her heels and took the straps off of her shoulders letting the garment pool around her waist.
Liza brought her hands up in a feigned show of shyness and covered her exposed breasts. Then she did several things at once. Her head fell back and her nails dug into her white flesh, drawing pink lines across both breasts but avoiding the nipples. She drew a sharp intake of breath as she herself dragged those same nails from her knees along the insides of her thighs.
*Damn. I’ve got to stop doing that.* Liza chastised herself for, once again, getting lost in her own moment instead of carefully focusing on exacting the revenge she sought.
Mr. Leash and Mr. Milton stared, seemingly transfixed, on the sight before them. Neither the yelps from Jane, nor the increasingly loud moans of Princess distracted them. It was to Liza’s own detriment that she mistook the looks on their faces.
She remained kneeling between the two of them and reached over to the belts of each to unbuckle them.
*All’s well that ends well* and she smirked inside her head. She thought herself the victor. They were right where she wanted them. Hard, disoriented by their own desire, and oblivious to her plans.
She deftly undid the top button and unzipped their pants.
Commando! These men had no use for restraints on anyone other than their prey.
Liza leaned forward. One hand cupped her breast, the other trailed toward her center. *They are hard. I’m wet. This is perfect!* she thought. *Almost there. Those domly ones will think twice before laughing at me again.*
Her hands went back to the men. Nails tracing up the shafts and around the heads.
That was her undoing. She was a cockwhore. She should’ve known better than to create her own temptation.
“Yes, baby” whispered Mr. Leash.
“Very nice, Red” growled Mr. Milton.
Liza melted. In retrospect, if either had used any other term, she would’ve been able to continue. As it was, they didn’t ... and she didn’t. And a whimper escaped her red lips as her eyes closed.
She was jolted her to feet and back to reality with a ferocity that belied thoughts of a dream turning into a nightmare.
Each man had stood, grabbed her arm, twisted it behind her back and stood on either side of her.
“Our turn” they said in unison.
My very first Dominant and I parted ways. I learned an important lesson.
I'm needy.
I need structure
I need focus
I need accountability
I need to be valued
I need to be praised
I need to be known
and most of all
I need attention
She was led into the room. Shuffling her feet. They were not bound, just her wrists. Her feet were free and cuffed but the blindfold covered her eyes and made her trepidatious.
"Secure her" said Madame A.
Ms. B and Ms. C were more than happy to comply.
Her arms were held above her and secured to the St. Andrew cross. Legs spread open and locked into place.
"Please no. I can't do this." she whimpered into the dark.
Madame A whispered in her ear, "You can and you will." With that A removed the blindfold and commanded, "Look at us! "
"Watch us," A said a little more softly.
Ms B held a flogger with long tails in her hand and cracked them menacingly. Ms C held something in her hand that was harder to discern, a chain of sorts that didn't exactly look like a chain, too many extensions.
Ms B swatted her pussy with the flogger. "NO! Not until I tell you," Madame A commanded.
Clearly there was a hierarchy. Madame was in charge. We were her puppets. All of us. Serving her.
Madame came closer to her. Madame A grabbed her by the face and pulled her in. The kiss was forceful and compelling, not gentle and reassuring as she had hoped. Her arms locked over her head ached.
"Look, pet. Look who I've brought with me." With Madame's finger still on her chin, her face was directed to the darkest corner of the room. There he was. Madame's beloved. He sat in the corner and she could just barely make out his silhouette. The puff of the cigar lit a portion of his body. She could hear the gentle chuckle as she absorbed the darkened figure. Canadian whiskey in one hand, the cigar in the other. Each arm on the length of the chair. Any chance of merciful escape was dashed.
"Proceed," he deemed. A slight nod of his head to the orchestrator of the night's events.
"Fuck you," Madame laughed. "I will proceed as I wish." With that Madame moved that hand to clasp the throat of her, squeeze tightly then move to her breasts. "Ms C, please proceed." Madame pinched her nipple to make it hard for Ms C.
Ms C moved closer. "May I?" she inquired of Madame? "You may," was the reply.. With that Ms C leaned down to suck both nipples in turn to hard, little nubs. Ms C moved a hand between her legs and with a single stroke, went from her ass to her clit. She couldn't help but moan and move her hips ever so slightly forward, wanting more.
"Now, now," chuckled Madame. "This is not the time for that."
Madame kissed her hard, one last time.
Ms C knelt before her. Her nipples were hard. She was wet. What more could be demanded of her?
Ms C came closer and sucked her clit from base to tip, making her moan and writhe. Suddenly the gentleness was gone. Ms C moved and manipulated. "Unnhhhhhh," she uttered at the clamp attached to her swollen clit. Ever so slowly, Ms C twisted it harder. Ms C move up and attached each additional clasp to both nipples.
*deep breaths*
"I will hear no more from you," Madame said softly and strapped a ball gag around her neck pulling tightly in her mouth.
With that, Madame and Ms C pulled away. "Now!" commanded Madame. Ms B flung the flogger straight between her legs. Her cries were muffled by the gag. *It is just as well* thought Madame. *This is the beginning, not the end.*
The blows came in a flurry. Across her breasts, bound by the clamps. Across her stomach, bare and exposed. Between her legs, swollen with the third clamp pressing down on her. The flogging made her whimper and whine.
"May I?" Ms C grinned mischievously at Madame. "You may". Madame declared.
********FUCK******** she screamed into the gag and in her head. Did the clamps being removed hurt so much more than when being applied?????
Ms C knelt before her lathing her with the tongue on her clit.
Ms B promptly placed her lips around each breast in turn.
"Release her." declared Madame. And Ms B moved to the cuffs that held her wrists. Ms C clicked and released each ankle in turn.
"Pet?" she inquired as she removed the gag.
"Yes, Madame?" she was breathless. The pleasure and pain bringing her to the brink without release.
"Are you ready?"
Her mind screamed *Hell yes!** and she fell to her knees.
Slowly she crawled to the unlit corner. The faint light of the cigar still burned. He had watched it all and knew Madame would not disappoint. He wasn't there to serve, he was there to be serviced. As Madame wished.
"Come here, baby." he coerced. Trepidatiously she move closer. Arms from above her head, legs spread out and secured, flogged, sucked, clamped, painful still. Yet she moved forward. "Please?" she was pleading. She turned to Madame, "Please?"
"You may," she ordained.
With that permission, she positioned her mouth low. To the base of his shaft just above his balls. Drew her tongue along the vein and moaned. The taste was exquisite. She moved down again and took each ball into her mouth in turn. He was pulsating.
"Yes, baby" he whispered. "Now".
She moved upward. Suddenly she felt the sting of the spiked paddle!!! **What in the ever loving hell was happening?*
In a daze she continued, pleasuring him while she received blow after blow. Her ass pained. The strikes of the paddle hitting her pussy.
She fervently sucked him. Up and down. Slowly, then faster in rhythm with the blows.
She heard him cum before she felt it in the back of her throat. Swallowing every last drop.
"Good girl".
That is all she needed.