Zoey had become good friends with Emily's spanking bench over the couple of years they had been together. They had shared many intense moments, the bench and her. Its softly padded top had been an essential piece of comfort during those times when Emily painted her whole world a painful red as she absolutely thrashed her ass, and it had soaked up its fair share of sweat and tears over the years.
By now Zoey only needed to lie down on the slightly clammy upholstery for the excited shivers to start. Still, she was glad that she was allowed to keep her clothes on today. It was approaching autumn, and while the flat was still warm enough that they hadn't turned on the heating yet, lying down on the cold bench naked would have made her shiver for entirely different reasons.
"Ready for action?" Emily asked. That question was their little ritual, a signal that the scene started, and that from this point on Zoey surrendered herself completely to her girlfriend's whims, until either Emily was satisfied or Zoey pulled the emergency brakes when it got too much. The latter had only been necessary three times so far, which was pretty impressive given how Emily seemed to completely forget the meaning of the word mercy once the scene started.
"More than ready," Zoey answered, giving the standard answer to indicate that she wanted Emily to go all out today. Due to life getting in the way, it had been a good two weeks since their last play session, and Zoey was itching for some punishment.
"I was hoping you'd say that. I've got something very special planned for you today."
Emily walked around the bench, trailing her fingers along Zoey's back as she did so. She crouched down in front of Zoey and tangled their black rubber ball gag before her eyes. "We're going to need this. You will get loud."
Zoey swallowed hard. Despite the relatively cold air, she felt her whole body heat up as her girlfriend so casually stated how badly she would make her suffer. She didn't even bother with a reply, just opened her mouth like a good girl to accept the gag. Her previous statement had not been exaggerated: She was more than ready for whatever Emily had in store for her.
In all her time, she had never really gotten used to the taste of rubber, even though she spent at least half of their play time gagged. While it didn't make her feel like she might retch like it had at the very beginning, there was something inherently unpleasant about the hard and yet kind of squishy material.
However, countless sessions had conditioned her body to equate the foul taste with thrilling rides of mind-boggling pleasure and pain. While she would have claimed that she still didn't like the gag, the mere act of putting it in made her lower body all tingly. Also, there was something almost comforting about how her teeth immediately set against the little dents she had left in the material during the many times when the pain had made her bite down with all her strength.
It didn't take Emily's experienced fingers long to fix Zoey to the bench. While the wrists were bound down as usual, though, she chose to fold Zoey's legs in before immobilizing them with the rope. Once her girlfriend was bound to her satisfaction, Emily slipped off Zoey's socks, exposing her feet to the cool air, soles pointing up.
Zoey's breath quickened. Emily rarely included her feet in these scenes, but when she did, it was always to devastating effect. The last time, when she had put the cane to them, had been one of the few instances Zoey had needed to safeword out.
But as much as she had cried, there had been something perversely invigorating about the searing pain as that thin rod cut into her sensitive soles. After some much needed cocoa and cuddles she had decreed that this wasn't a hard limit going forward, as long as Emily took care to watch her reactions and not go overboard.
After kneading Zoey's feet a bit, Emily moved on to pull Zoey's pants down, just enough to expose her ass to whatever abuse she might dish out. But once again she just felt Zoey's soft cheeks up a bit before walking away, likely to pick the first implement of pain for the evening.
The temptation to turn her head and see what Emily did was hard to resist, but Zoey forced herself to keep her eyes straight ahead, and not just because looking back while strapped in like this would be hell on her neck. Not knowing what was going to happen was its own thrill, its own little torment, one much more insidious than many of the actually painful things Emily enjoyed doing to her. The promise that she would get loud echoed in Zoey's mind as she lay there with both her ass and her feet helplessly exposed. She didn't regret her eagerness, but the anticipation was getting to her with every passing second.
Zoey shrieked when something ice-cold touched the sensitive crack between her butt cheeks. She instinctively tensed up, which was about the worst thing she could do, given that this was Emily's attempt to lube up her back entrance.
"So jumpy," Emily said with a little titter in her voice. She waited for her girlfriend to relax before slipping her well-lubed finger into her ass. "It's not like I kept that stuff in the freezer or anything."
It was hard to tell if that was a joke, or if Emily had really cooled the lube beforehand just to make Zoey squirm. Given her track record, the chances were about fifty-fifty. Luckily Zoey's sphincter was well-trained enough that it wasn't a problem if she couldn't fully relax, but she kept groaning all the way as Emily's icy finger massaged her insides.
At least it got better once the actual plug slid in. Thankfully they only had silicone ones instead of steel, and something about this feeling of being stuffed always made Zoey's body heat up. Emily used the plug rarely enough that she hadn't gotten used to it yet, and the constant pressure of this unnatural intruder was impossible to ignore. This forced awareness kept her on edge in a way that quickly got rid of the cold.
And with the awareness came the question of what Emily was going for. There had been times when she had used the plug as an additional irritating stimulant that punished Zoey for clenching down when Emily thrashed her ass with one of her viciously stinging tools, like the cane or the tawse. Other times the anal play had been the main event, with her sliding the plug in and out of her throbbing back entrance until the tension melted Zoey's mind. What would she go for this time?
"See, that wasn't so bad." By the sound of it, Emily was wiping her fingers. When she continued, her voice was dripping with malicious glee. "But don't worry, it's gonna get real bad real soon."
Her fingers returned to Zoey's butt. Zoey braced herself for a resounding spank, for burning scratches, for any kind of pain. Not that it helped her in any way, since Emily had something far more sinister in mind.
Zoey's eyes widened as she felt Emily's nails sliding down the sides of her butt. Her girlfriend didn't use enough pressure for it to actually hurt. What it did do was send a ticklish shiver through her spine. For sure Emily wasn't going to...
