Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
My hands move lower, smearing the oil beneath her tits to her ribs, and I massage there, back up over her breasts, then down again, being careful not to inch too far toward her sides, where I know she’s ticklish. Where some might find the feeling of being tickled fun and playful, my doll finds it irritating and torturous, and I avoid it as not to ruin her pleasure.
More punishment fodder for future use.
I squeeze more lube into my hand, warm it between my palms, and press them to her stomach, leaning over the table to slide them up her body evenly from this angle, then righting my arms so that I play her body as I would a piano. Up her left side and down the right, then back up the center between her breasts. And all the while, her hips work in an instinctive dance meant to coerce a mate into filling her up to bring her relief between those lovely thighs.
Thighs that give me a filthy idea for my first scene with no limits.
Quickly, I step over to the wall of various restraints and snatch off the wide Velcro cuffs adorned with silver D-rings, along with two adjustable straps with spring hooks on both ends. I’m by her side before the oil has even had a chance to cool on her skin, a prickle of sadistic pleasure running up my neck when I see her jump a little at the sudden sound of the Velcro pulling apart.
I loop it around the middle of her soft thigh, making sure it’s tight but not enough to cut off circulation, and then clip one end of the strap to the D-ring I’ve positioned to be on the outside of her leg. I move around the foot of the table, then do the exact same thing to her right leg, tossing the other end of the strap under the table toward the head of it.
I circle back to where I began, pick up the silver spring hook off the floor that’s attached to the strap leading to her left leg, and walk with it to the head of the playtable with a mischievous smirk taking over my entire face—as if it’s a leash and her lush thigh is a pet being led somewhere to do something naughty.
Up until this moment, her legs have remained only slightly bent, just enough for me to encircle her limbs with the nylon cuffs. Now though, after squatting to take hold of her right leg’s strap I tossed within reach a few seconds ago, I move back enough that I can watch with wicked delight as I begin to pull both ends toward me. With the straps together, hand over hand, I tug her legs up and back slowly, watching as her chest starts to move up and down with each breath getting deeper and faster. The farther I pull her legs back, the wider her bent knees spread apart, and I keep going until the stripes at the top of her high socks are at her armpits.
She whimpers at the utterly vulnerable position she’s now in, and when I stand, my hand holding the straps down low to keep her where I want her, I lean over to ask in her ear, “Color?”
And for the first time tonight, she doesn’t answer.
I move to look down into her face from above, asking again, “Color, doll?”
But again, no answer.
Her eyes are closed tightly, her breaths still coming quick and heavy, and before tonight, I would’ve immediately unhooked her wrists, headed to the other end of the playtable, unstrapped the Velcro from around her thighs, then pulled her into the safe cocoon of my arms. The scene would’ve ended right then, my painfully erect cock be damned. Not even the threat of a severe case of blue balls would’ve allowed me to continue playing with my sweet little doll while her fear instinct had her frozen.
But now, even with the loving and homicidally protective husband part of me raging just beneath the surface, it’s the words in the birthday card she gave me tonight that are loudest in my mind. And it’s my submissive’s voice I hear them in.
I trust you with my body, mind, and soul even more than I trust my own instincts.
I trust you to push me past where my mind and fears tell me to stop.
I trust you to take my body’s natural reaction to freeze the same way you would if a submissive called Yellow, not Red—pause to check in, assess what’s going on, and then continue the way you see fit.
I trust in your judgement, to move past that boundary without going too far, but also to take me far enough I’ll learn to conquer my mind’s control over my body.
I want to be brave.