Ann: The Married Years Ch. 21

"Yes, MASTER!" she barked as he dropped a weight on her other nipple. "Oh fuck... oh fuck, that fucking hurts!" Grinding his hand faster, her climb to another orgasm resumed, the climax coming quickly. "Ahhh...ANTONIOOOOOO!" she wailed, her melodic voice carrying with it a different message.

"That's more like it," he grinned as he watched his slave wife cum for him. And that's what crossed his mind as she gulped for air when the waves of pleasure reduced to ripples. "Slave wife... I never dreamed I'd have one of those."

None of what he was doing had ever occurred to him. It was too dark, too... sinister. And yet the ideas of how to treat her when she'd become Annabelle now came easily to him. Hell, she was actually hanging from a wench hooked to the ceiling. How could he have even imagined something like that when they first met? Yet there he was, watching her writhe in ecstasy as she dangled in the air, frog-tied in such a perverse way it made him smile. While it wasn't something he could ever do all the time, the realization that he had this dominating mind inside him was perplexing.

Being honest, it was scary to him at first. The notion that he could do something so harsh and seemingly cruel to his wife, to deliberately cause her pain... that made him blanch when she first broached the idea. They'd come so far from that point. No longer having concerns, he went about his role with the mindset that he was practicing the erotic art of bondage. It was a craft and he found that he didn't hold back any more, trusting his instincts.

As always it was about trust. That was the entire reason they'd both been drawn to the idea of it in the first place. It wasn't about the pain, per se. And it wasn't entirely about the pleasure. It was about trusting each other in the most intimate of ways. It created a bond, the pun not lost on him. It brought them closer in the other parts of their marriage because of the faith they had in each other. As the connection between them strengthened, it became easier to fall into the role and really explore their boundaries.

For her part, Ann loved how Neil was pushing her. She couldn't get over the way he'd used the ropes this time; how intricate and detailed the bindings were. They weren't just to put her in some unusual, constricting position so that he could have access to her intimate areas. She gave him that willingly anyway, anytime he wanted. But being forced to spread her legs and to have no control over how he treated her breasts made her lightheaded from the rush it gave her.

The way he'd tied her had a secondary result that she found even more exhilarating. The ingenuity he'd used to do it in such a way that she could be suspended without any pain in her arms, shoulders or ankles told her he was thinking in ways that were far more advanced than she'd ever considered. He'd put a lot of thought into what they were doing, and that actually made her feel special... even loved, as odd as that might seem to anyone else.

He took the rubber cock from her pussy, jamming it deep in her ass, leaving it there while he picked up the riding crop. He'd told her that he wasn't going to discipline her anymore after the way he'd paddled her ass that morning. That didn't mean he was above striking her in ways to enhance the experience he was giving her. There was a difference between discipline and domination, but it could be murky to attempt to distinguish them. Deciding he didn't want to blur the line he made a choice.

SCHWAAP!

The sound of the crop moving through the air registered in her head before the leather end landed on her left breast near her nipple. In reality the two noises were intertwined, becoming an audible blend of erotic wickedness; a bondage soundtrack, if you will.

"FUCK!" she snapped, unable to control her reaction, her voice only adding to the sexy mix.

His hand covered her mouth, his voice low and clear. "Count."

She knew what he meant. He'd been specific about what he wanted from her whenever he struck her body somewhere. She was to count them off. And not from the higher number of what she had remaining, the reasoning being she might add to that number by being disobedient. She was to count the blows, and then eventually mark them on the wall to keep track. She was also supposed to hold her composure, taking the pain and accepting that it was to make her a better slave for her Master.

Removing his hand, she quickly said, "One."

SCHWAAP! SCHWAAP! SCHWAAP! SCHWAAP!

"Two... three... FOUR... five," she counted, the shots coming sporadic, but landing accurately. He was aiming for her nipple, hitting near where the clamp held onto it, making the weighted ball hanging from it shake violently.

He moved to the other breast, doing the same thing, the tears streaming down her face from underneath the mask, dripping down to the carpet below.

She didn't say the word. He continued.

It was that basic. It cut to the very core of who they were in that moment. A Dom and his sub, and the poetry of their trust in one another.

Clenching the fists that were tied behind her back, she fought off the urge to yell out each number. The pain was incredible, her body spinning slowly as the blows made her swing. That made several of them more direct because he was attempting to hit a moving target.

She endured twenty on each side, and then...he added more weight. Two more heavy balls yanked her nipples further, and she battled for control of her reaction, suppressing the scream that was demanding to come out. But there was a reaction, and he had to wipe her nose from the way she expelled the pain through her nostrils and a chocking, mewling cough.

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod," she mumbled under her breath, the extra burden her nipples now carried feeling like electric shocks.

He ignored her, grabbing the big wand, forcing the huge bulbous head against her pussy, spreading her labia apart over it. He held it firmly, even pushing it, almost as if he were trying to ram it inside. Her clit protruded obscenely, the engorged bud pulsing and throbbing. Flipping on the switch to the highest position, he placed his free hand on her shoulder to keep her in place.

The intense vibrations for the wand assaulted her clit; her pussy spasmed around the head, her cum flowing over it as she let lose.

"UUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she growled with her orgasm, the explosion coming all too easy.

Ann was so worked up it was becoming ridiculous how quickly he could manipulate her into another climax. It was like she was a faucet. All he had to do was turn a knob, and she's start flowing freely. And he had the control to make her drip, or make her flood like she was now. Pain was ripping through her body, as was her pleasure, the two fighting each other as the neurons fired across her synapses in a race to her brain. She was being stimulated in so many ways her receptors were becoming overloaded.

Neil had seen that happen before, and he knew what was coming next. Sure enough, when she finished cumming, her body tensing so tightly she began to shake, she passed out from dispensing so much energy; her body shutting down for a moment. He watched her breathing, making sure she was okay. Her head hung low as she recovered. Taking away the wand, he turned it off and unplugged it, going so far as to put it and the extension cord away for safety. That was because of what he had in mind next, his way to revive her.

She was sweating profusely, the heat and humidity in the room getting to both of them. He'd hoped with it being somewhat underground that it would be cooler. But the stifling heat of the summer had made its way to the crawlspace, and it wasn't going to let go anytime soon. It was bearable though, and even with them both sweating, being naked as they were it somehow seemed appropriate. That didn't change the fact that her bronze body was dripping with sweat, and she need to replenish some of the fluids she'd been losing through perspiring and from cumming so hard and so frequently.

He took a short hose he'd purchased, hooking it up to a spigot he'd installed on the pipe running into the water softener. Attaching an adjustable spray nozzle to the other end, he switched the setting to 'shower' on the head. He sprayed the rocks near the wall, making sure the water was as cold as he could get it, before aiming the spray at Ann.

She snapped to, yanking her body against the restraints as she tried to dodge the cold water. "FUCK!" she snapped as he drenched her. Once the shock wore off, however, it came as a relief, her body temp cooling from the outside in. He hosed her down for several minutes, like a trainer and his prized filly, before turning off the water.

He gave her a drink of water first, and then a second, holding her chin up so she could quench her thirst. The he held a bottle of a sports drink to her lips, wanting her to have more in her system than just the water. The syrupy fluid spilled past her chin, running down her neck, flowing between her tits before dripping to the carpet. But she downed most of it, thanking him for parching her thirst and cooling off her body.

Picking up the crop, he went back to training her, as he started referring to it. Grabbing one of her knees, he turned her so that her ass was facing him, that beautiful pussy with those perfectly parted lips looking so inviting.

SCHWAAP!

"OHH!" she yelped. "Forty-one!"

He'd aimed at her clit, just missing with the first shot. But he did hit her juicy cunt, the wet sound joining with the mixture of the shaft cutting through the air and the leather patch landing on her tender skin, creating a lasting aural imprint on his brain.

While he knew he was visually stimulated, like most men, Neil also was highly in tune with all his other senses when it came to sex. The smells. The tastes. The feel of it. All of those could turn him on. And then there were the sounds. He could think of many that he found enticing. But the one of the crop against her wet pussy was unlike any other he'd ever heard, and it was erotic as hell to his ears. He smiled at that thought.

"Keep counting, Annabelle," he ordered; his wrist cocking as he concentrated on his target, holding her perfectly still this time.

He began swatting her cunt rapidly. It was something he knew she loved. She received an odd sexual gratification in having her clit and pussy directly hit. Whether it was with his hand or with the crop or a whip, the combination of the stinging ache of the blows and the way her clit throbbed in response created a sexual high, her endorphins kicking in; the buzz in her head matching the tingling in her loins. She found it was electric.

He didn't question it any more like he once did. The results were obvious whenever he did it to her. Instead he just took great pleasure in it. She became like a bondage piñata, with him whacking between her legs until the good stuff would come pouring out. And it was about to happen with a gush.

It wasn't the first time he'd made her cum from hitting her pussy. He'd done it quite often after that first time in the hotel. Her strongest ones were usually when he used his hand. There was just something about the way his fingers would land, and how his hand was so big, it covered so much area. Plus, it seemed more personal to her.

Neither of them saw this coming.

The signs were there, the way her breathing became short and ragged, and the whimpering as she counted, announcing in so many ways that she was getting close. But there was no warning when she let loose the torrent of cum that spewed from her.

"EIGHTY-EIGHAAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAAA!" she screeched; her body convulsing as she squirted.

Her cum ejaculated from her pussy. At least that's what it looked like as a heavy stream of clear liquid sprayed out from her cunt in a long, steady spurt. Four of them actually, her lower body wiggling as she came like she was possessed.

"HOLY FUCK!" Neil yelled, before busting out laughing, her orgasm hitting him in the chest, wetting his body.

"OH FUCK... OH GOD... OF FUCK," she panted, her body having done something it had never done before, the shock of it scaring her.

He had never seen anything like it either. He'd been with a lot of women, and he'd heard of the phenomenon of a female eruption during orgasm, but he'd never witnessed one. It was like a geyser going off, the force that hit him making him take a half-step back. But when she stopped, he quickly resumed hitting that special place between her legs, wondering if he could make her do it again.

Turning her slowly around, he moved along her in a little circle so he could reach the table. He kept swatting her cunt, and she kept counting, her voice low and cracking as she recovered from what just happened to her. That was physically. She was still coming to grips with the idea that her body reacted in such a way.

"Did that really just happen?" she thought as she counted off for him, fighting the distraction it had created, knowing she needed to keep track no matter what he was doing or how her body responded to it.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" she yelped as she felt another weight added to her left breast, the pain more intense than ever. "NINETY-FIVE! NINETY-SIX!" She barked again when she felt the same tug on her other nipple, wondering if it was going to be pulled off her breast.

"How many of those fucking things does he have!" she yelled in her brain, her mouth still counting.

It turned out there was at least one more, and she felt it seconds later when he dared to do something so perverse it surprised even him. He wasn't sure why it popped into his head, but it did, the golden ring in her labia calling out to him. He'd been using it as a target, along with her clit, trying to hit both at the same time as he used her crop.

Slipping the hook carefully though the loop, he let it fall, albeit more gently than he'd been abusing her breasts. He wasn't sure what her reaction would be, and since he'd never done anything like that before, he didn't want to hurt her, or her ring for that matter. So he let the hook rest against it, holding the ball in his hand as he positioned it. Moving his hand down, the weight pulled at the ring, yanking her labia down with it.

"FUCK! FUUUUUUUUCCCKKK! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO!"

"Count!" he replied, ignoring her question as he resumed with the crop.

SCHWAAP!

Her climax came quickly once again, her body unable to contain the explosion that launched from her cunt, spraying him a second time as he continued pounding her with the leather flap.

"OH MY GAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDD!"

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For the second time she fainted. She was fine... more than fine. But she was definitely out of it, and Neil knew it was time to move on to something else. Still, he couldn't help but react to what had just happened.

"That was so fucking awesome," he smiled.

He lowered her body carefully to the carpet. Then he went about freeing her. Well, mostly. It took some time, untying and unwinding, but after about ten minutes, her lower limbs were finally released from her binds. She had come to by then and he helped her to her feet. She was a bit wobbly, so he let her rest against him for a bit, monitoring her breathing, gently stroking her lower back as he whispered how proud he was of her.

Finally, she nodded, letting him know she was okay and he eased her over to the wall, grabbing the chalk from the ground where she'd spit it out earlier.

She blinked wildly when he removed the blindfold, her lips parched once again from her heavy breathing. Licking them, she finally spoke.

"I... I can't believe y... you just made me do that, Master," she panted.

"Do what? Hang from the ceiling, or make you cum like an open fire hydrant?"

"B... both. But I was thinking more the cumming. I can't even describe how incredible that was. I've never..."

Her voice trailed off, unable to put into coherent words how it felt. "Hmm... and it's only Saturday. We have a lot more days to find out what else you're capable of," he grinned.

She looked at him, her big brown eyes wild with wonder as she pondered what he'd just said. He could tell she was softening, the expression on her face full of love as she broke character. "Neil?"

He let go of the notion that she needed to call him 'Master' for the moment, knowing she was reaching out to him. "Yes?"

"Was that all real? Did... did you really hang something from my pussy ring?"

"Yes."

"Did I really cum like that?"

"Twice," he said with a wicked grin.

She looked down at her nipples, still held captive by the nipple clamps, although he'd taken off the weights while she was out of it, thinking he could use them again later. He'd also taken the dildo from her ass, tossing it on the table with the rest of the things he'd used on her. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked back at the carpet, lit up under the bright light bulb like it was in a spotlight.

"It's only Saturday?" He chuckled and nodded, and she let out a deep sigh. "I love you so much, Neil."

"I love you too, Annabelle," he said as he placed the chalk in her mouth, pointing at the wall. "Mark them off. But I'm not counting the swats that just made you cum. You don't get credit for those because you squirted all over me, and I didn't give you permission to cum. Do you know how many to mark on the wall?"

She nodded, remembering what the count had been when he moved from abusing her tits to making her cum with the crop. And she was fine with the number changing. If he could make her cum like that by hitting her pussy, she'd gladly let him do it again, even knowing that she'd be held captive that much longer. Her comment about it only being Saturday wasn't a negative. She was actually happy. It seemed like they'd been going at it for days. The fact that they had still really just started had her excited.

She etched off forty more hash marks. It was remarkable how straight and even they were, what with the way she was doing it. But he expected nothing less from her. After all, she was a perfectionist and that wasn't going to change just because she was Annabelle for the foreseeable future. It was one of the things he admired about her. That didn't mean he didn't love testing her, knowing that was one of the traits she had that could be exploited.

Setting that aside he motioned for her to go to the bathroom. While she did, he hooked the chain of the hoist back to her collar, keeping it in place with another small lock like the one that kept the leather strap secured around her sexy neck.

"I'm going to go make us something to eat. I want you to take a little nap while I do. You'll need your rest for that I have in mind later," he said.

"A... aren't you going to cum, Master?"

"Eventually. I just haven't decided if you're worthy of it or not," he smiled.

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Ann was stunned, frankly. She'd lost track of the number of times she came. Then there was this new version; the projectile orgasm that somehow came firing out of her like she had some kind of secret launch button. That wasn't happening every time, but she'd had more than one and they had been as amazing as they were frightening.

She thought of how she used to tease Neil when they'd first met, saying she wanted to keep them even when it came to their orgasms. She'd done that with other guys before him, a not so subtle way of laying out expectations in the bedroom, letting them know she'd give... and give more amazingly that any woman they'd ever been with. But she expected the same effort in return.

Neil had questioned her on it. She remembered it specifically, like it had just happened; the two of them in a little out of the way dive in their hometown. She made a joke about being even, and he questioned her on it. She explained why and he upped the ante, asking her how she'd count multiple orgasms on her little tally. She recalled admitting that she'd never had one before and he challenged her, telling her that she should start thinking about it, because he was going to make sure she knew what that felt like.