Lucy Ch. 01

Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. These stories contain consenting adults in sexual situations. If reading BDSM offends you, find something else to read.

Chapter 1 -- Stability, Boredom & Curiosity

I looked around the bright room, but wasn't impressed. A fortnight ago, I'd told Nik I wanted a new toy, so he'd hired a function room from a hotel in the city, and advertised to our small community that a gathering was being held, and all willing subs come forward for a night of surrender.

As our rules dictated, along with inhibitions, clothes were left in boxes at the door, but as the organiser I was entitled to clothes, and Nik had dressed me in a baby pink corset, skirt and white stilettos. Quite a few subs had turned up, as well as Doms, and a few new faces were mixed in amongst them. Some we'd played with before, and the brave ones had approached us already, but none had caught my interest, and everyone quickly fell into small orgies, toys and rope were littered everywhere. I released Nik from my side, and my dark haired lover was now whipping and slapping a young, hogtied blonde.

I sighed inwardly at the room and sat on an elevated chair, watching the young girl writhe, her squeals muffled behind a ballgag. Nik looked as bored as I felt. If he'd really wanted to, he could turn those squeals into screams, rip endless, unexpected orgasms from her body and leave her tied up on the floor. I loved watching his passion take hold of him like that, but we rarely found a sub so willing.

"Mistress?"

I turned to look at the only other fully dressed person in the room. The functions manager, a dedicated lifestyler hired us this room at a hefty fee for our regular gatherings.

"Yes?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's nearly midnight," he said nervously, and I nodded.

"Disband them then," I said, dismissing him with a wave of my hand. "Nik?"

My lover immediately dropped the whip and walked away from the bound girl. He retrieved his shirt from the back of a chair and came to my side again.

"Are we taking anything home?" he asked, giving me a curious look.

I shook my head, and got to my feet.

"I'm sorry, darling, maybe another time," he said, taking my hand and giving me a genuinely disappointed smile.

I shrugged.

"Maybe."

I led us from the room, while the others started redressing.

"What I really want," I said once we were out of earshot, "is something so new it doesn't know what boundaries and safe words are. Something I can break and put back together perfectly," I added as we walked through the hotel lobby.

Nik looked thoughtful as he held the door open for me.

"Male or female?"

"It doesn't matter," I replied smoothly, leading us back to the car.

Nik unlocked it and held the back door open for me. Giving the hotel a dark frown, I got in.

I didn't speak the whole way home, I didn't need to. Nik knew what I was thinking about, and left me to my thoughts. As soon as we arrived home, I let him hold the door for me, and walked silently to our bedroom.

He undressed quickly, and I let him undress me as well. He was always gentle, he loved pampering me, giving me everything so I'd never have to lift a finger. I let him tend to me, rubbing a lavender scented moisturiser over my body, from my toes, which he kissed individually, to my shoulders. When he was done, he kissed the backs of my hands.

"Cuffs," I said, and he gave me that curious look again.

"There's rope in the cupboard, the cuffs-"

"Bruise, and I want that," I cut him off shortly.

Nik nodded and then disappeared. We kept a lot of toys in a particular bedside table drawer, but the cuffs were downstairs, and he'd have the walk to the basement dungeon to ponder the rest of the night. I opened the drawer, and pulled out a length of material. We were going to make noise, and Nik still hadn't organised soundproofing for the bedroom.

Within moments, he was back, two pairs of metal handcuffs and the little key that belonged to them in hand. I motioned for him to turn around, and I wound the material in my hands around his head. He bit down on the cloth, and I tied it into a double knot behind his head.

"On the bed, on your back," I said quietly, and Nik nodded once again before lying still on the bed.

My lover's greatest gift to me wasn't the dresses or the comfortable, lazy lifestyle I'd become accustomed to, it was his submission. Nikolai was well known and highly regarded in our circles as being a ruthless and commanding Dom, but when I walked off the street and into the world of kink, he'd gravitated to me like a magnet. Enclosing me in his arms, he'd claimed me then and there, and the backflip he made to move heaven and hell for me at my every whim still made even the most seasoned switchers shake their heads. Not that either of us were completely one or the other. Nik might give me everything I ask for, and everything I don't ask for, but it's always done with such a sense of possession. Yes, I am his Queen, his Goddess, but I am his only. I live in a cage; a golden, velvet lined cage, but still a cage.

I looked longingly at him, his long, lean form patiently waiting, his dark brown hair fanned out on the pillow. Still without words, I took the cuffs from him, and locked one pair around one of his wrists, linking the chain around the top of the bed-head, and then locked his other wrist in. He watched me move, he'd taught me everything I knew, and he once told me he'd never met someone with an appetite as big as his. I smiled at him then, relishing the sight of his relinquished control, and placed gentle kisses on his eyelids. Moving down his body, I pressed my lips against him, running my tongue a wet trail past his bellybutton to the short line of dark hair above his cock. I gave him a predatory grin, and licked the tip of his cock gently, before taking the entire head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He closed his eyes, his breath coming in soft pants as I licked his engorged head, and as soon as I felt his body relax into the seduction, I grazed my teeth over his slit, making him gasp and tense sharply. Letting the head of his cock fall from my mouth, I blew cold air onto it, and he groaned behind the gag.

I smiled at his reaction, and leaned over him to re-open the bedside table drawer. I dug around for a moment, before my hands found the items I was looking for. Hiding the small clamps in my hands, I opened them both, and before he could blink, closed them over his pert nipples. Nik screamed against the gag, huffing out breath, and struggling not to twist against the handcuffs. I ran a length of chain between the clamps, and pulled on it, and he lifted himself off the bed slightly so the pain wouldn't be as bad. Ignoring his attempt at lowering the pain I wanted to inflict, I returned my attention to the drawer, and took out his leather cockring, and another length of chain.

He watched, unable to speak, as I clasped the cockring around the base of his shaft. I gave the head of his cock another engulfing warm suckle while I clicked the chain in place, linking it with the chain between the nipple clamps. I pulled the curtain cord off the bed's curtains, and linked it over one of the canopy beams. It fell to about a foot above his body, and I raised the chains to tie them to the cord. Nik was now at the mercy of the curtain cord, the chains from his nipples and cock raised up in a pyramid to meet it. Finally, I walked around the bed and admired my handy-work. I took a short crop from the drawer and closed it. Running my hands down the length of his body, I marvelled at his even breathing, and his warmth. His cock twitched but I ignored it, and lay the end of the crop next to his left nipple, tracing a line across his collarbone, and then down his side, making goosebumps raise. Without any warning, I raised the crop, and landed a bevy of strikes against his ribs, each harder than the last. The hits made his body jump, which pulled the curtain cord enough to straighten, pulling his nipples, and the base of his cock. Nik arched his back at the overwhelming sensations. Just as his panting raised to agonised moans, I stopped, moved over the other side of the bed, and laid into his other side, giving his right side the light taps that turned into heavy blows until his moans had become muffled cries. Tossing the crop aside, I pulled both nipple clamps off at the same time, and Nik screamed against the gag.

"Hush, love. You'll scare the neighbours," I cooed, rubbing his bruised nipples hard enough to make him whimper.

A lesser man would have begged me to stop, but Nik loved me with every ounce of his being, and would never stop giving me everything he had.

I turned back to his cock then, and wrapped my lips around the head, swirling my tongue over it, dipping into his slit, while my fingers manipulated his nipples. His head was thrown back, and the moans issuing from around the gag told me he was caught firmly between pleasure and pain. Mercifully, I drew my hands back from his nipples, and swallowed more of his length, giving him a few moments of sheer pleasure to cling to, until I took firm hold of his balls, and squeezed tightly around them and the base of his member. Another muffled cry reached my ears, and I straddled his hips, tantalising him with the closeness of my sexual heat. I teased him, kneeling so close to his rock hard cock that he could feel how wet he'd made me, but he didn't dare move. His eyes shone with need, begging me silently while I kept one hand on his ball-sac, kneading his shaven balls painfully.

I hesitated then. I wanted to ride my lover hard, I needed it, but my need to inflict more pain was keeping me from lowering myself any further. I looked into his eyes again, and released his throbbing sac from my vice grip. He groaned as I raised my hand to the curtain cord, and pulled the clamps back down to his body. Shaking his head fervently, Nik's experience told him this would hurt more than anything else, he knew that I knew that I shouldn't re-attach the nipple clamps, but I wanted it. I wanted to see tears when I rode him.

His protesting muffles meant nothing to me, but he tried to lift his legs, and struggled more earnestly against the cuffs, making them cut into his wrists. Frowning, I held the clamps in one hand, and slapped his cock with the other, making his whole body jump.

"Be still," I warned, glaring at him.

His eyes told me he was fighting the instinct to regain control, to put a stop to me, so I slapped his cock some more, and tugged his balls hard. Finally, he nodded, and lay his head back onto the pillow, his whole body relaxing in defeat. His erection had softened, something I would remedy once the clamps were secure. Very slowly, I closed them over his already over-sensitive, bruised nipples, so instead of a sharp sting, he felt only the burning throbbing. A strangled cry escaped him, and I relished it, taking his lax cock back into my mouth. I coaxed it awake, stroking with one hand while I sucked and licked at the head, and eventually he betrayed himself by moaning wantonly at my attentions.

Taking a gentle hand to the chain that ran over the bed's canopy beam, I gave it a small tug as I took my mouth from his now re-hardened cock. Nik's eyes flew open again, and he grunted at the pinching on his poor nipples.

"Look at me."

He raised his eyes to meet mine as I lowered myself over his hard-on. He could barely keep them from fluttering as his throbbing member was encased in my tight heat. I pressed myself down onto him until he was completely inside me, and let my body become used to the invasion.

"Is that good?" I asked, tightening the muscles of my pussy around him.

Nik nodded quickly, and I started a slow, torturous rocking movement, raising and lowering myself on him, holding his hips down so he couldn't thrust up into me. He got used to my slow rhythm, and I began tightening my muscles as I pulled myself off him, feeling his length leave my body and then pushed myself back down onto him, rubbing his cock against my G spot, sending sparks out to every nerve. I joined his moaning, my pace quickening as I rode him harder, making us bounce on the bed, tightening the slack on the curtain cord and forcing his nipples and the base of his cock to throb repeatedly. Soon the throbbing in his body became too much, and he fought to release himself from the gag, tossing his head from side to side. I watched intently, and, still rocking myself gently on his member, leaned forward and pulled the gag undone. Gasping, Nik fought to breathe and swallow as I leaned back again, and started to ride him hard again, his cock constantly pushing against my G spot.

"Please," he gasped, "please, the clamps!"

I slowed my movements to a gentle rocking again, intent on making him suffer, and he moaned helplessly.

"What about them?"

"Please, I need them off," he panted.

I pulled hard on the chain, and he cried out, the clamps pinching his nipples even more, making his cock jerk inside me.

"Miss, please!"

I wanted to sigh, but I didn't, instead leaned close to him, covering his fevered skin with mine. If he hadn't been cuffed to the bed-head, he'd clung to me desperately while my cool fingers teased the irritated nubs. Very quickly, I grasped both clamps, and released his nipples from them. Nik screamed out and arched his back, lifting me along with him. His cock, still rock hard, pulsed inside me, his body threatening to, but unable to topple over the brink because of his cockring.

"Give me your lips," I said, and he whimpered into my mouth as I claimed his soft, trembling lips.

Trails of tears made their way to his temples, and I licked them tenderly, enjoying the salty moisture on my tongue before returning my lips to his, forcing him to part them so I could invade his mouth with my tongue. I fucked his mouth with my tongue, and he sucked greedily at me, sending the sensations straight to my pussy. Lifting myself up, I started rocking myself on his cock again, forcing his chin up to meet my eyes while I impaled myself on him again and again. The tension built inside me, my skin began to buzz and I began to shudder as I felt wave after wave of sweet rapture wash over me, my pussy clenching tightly around Nik as I rode my climax on him. Eventually, I came down from my euphoria, and slowly began rocking on him again, waiting for my body to join my mind back on earth. He was watching me, he loved watching my orgasms rip through me, loved being the one responsible for my passion.

Momentarily sated, I crawled off him, and pulled the covers up to our shoulders, lying so that he could rest his sweaty brow against my breast.

"Do you want me to take this off?" I asked, tugging the chain linked to his cockring.

Nik nodded.

"If it pleases you," he answered quietly.

I smiled at him then, unclasped the leather strap at the base of his still hard cock, and then cradled his head against my chest before leaning back against the pillow.

"I want you to stay cuffed to the bed tonight," I said, stifling a yawn.

"Of course."

His quiet reply was automatic, and I gave him a curious look of my own, as he curled a cuffed hand through my ginger tresses. He was watching me out of concern, even though I'd spent the night tormenting him and still refused to release him. I smiled, but I didn't feel like smiling; I didn't feel satisfied, I was sure he'd seen me hesitate too often while he was at my mercy.

"Go to sleep, darling," he whispered, finally. "I'll find you a new toy, I promise."