Exploring the storage behind the wet room and dungeon was fascinating, from a cultural and historic point of view. Sunday's afternoon was a lot of fun to a man like me, who loved garage sales and second-hand stores, as well as kink. By the time dinner was ready Jackie and I had moved a small mountain of gear, mostly boxes, up to the garage. There were a variety of interesting objects, from the brothel days I would guess. There were still a number of large crates to go.
I was still a bit upset at the mail I had received. I guarded my financial independence jealously and resented even a generous incursion. Hard physical work in the store-room was just what I needed.
I did not communicate with her, except for a message on Sunday;-'you granted me free use of you. Please confirm'. When she replied to affirm thus, I replied 'be available to me noon tomorrow for 24 hours'. I then turned off the phone.
Monday, noon, saw me back at her apartment, with a head full of notions for our entertainment. I was no longer angry, but was energised to make some impression on her.
"Standing position, please," I instructed her as I came through the door. I slapped her hard across both cheeks as she scrambled to stand. Her eyes teared before she remembered to drop them. Her fear was intoxicating to me.
"Close your eyes and maintain this position until I return. Mouth and cunt are to be open to me." Her naked body was trembling as she complied, spreading her legs and parting her lips widely. I strode noisily to the back room where I closed the door while I looked for what I sought. I came back to her as silently as I could, to drop the blindfold over her eyes. She gasped in surprise. Leather straps around her wrists would keep them behind her head. Noise cancelling headphones deprived another sense from her.
The lightweight spreader bar attached easily to her ankles, and I spread her somewhat wider than was comfortable. The man who ordered these had an eye for quality. The tension in her legs was adding to her trembling. I ran my hands up her inner thighs then slapped her directly, hard, on her mound.
Leaving her again I found more implements, which I carried back. There was a mouth spreader which went in easily, she grunted as I wound the ratchet to the point of discomfort. There was a tongue clamp that made her stretch it out, then the small jar marked 'bitter' yielded a paste that I touched to her tongue. She gasped and moaned, moving in discomfort. I had tasted a little, so I knew why.
A nylon webbing strap linked her wrists to the spreader bar behind her and I applied just a little tension, which seemed to still her, somewhat. I was just getting started.
My hands and mouth explored her helplessness for a while, which I found good. My fingers probed her mouth to the point of gagging, then I gripped her buttock hard. I put two fingers into a different jar before pushing them forcefully inside her arse. She cried out and I brought my other hand down her front and thrust three fingers into her- feeling my other digits.
She was still gasping as I withdrew both hands, then pushed the fingers back in her mouth, She was drooling copiously as I wiped inside. I wiped off some of the bitter paste at the same time. Tears were running freely from her blindfold.
My hands left red prints on her buttocks, thighs and then on her breasts. I hit her hard, letting my remembered ill-humour free.
It was awkward to carry her, but I lodged my right hand hard in her spread wet crotch, with the other around her back. She was light and I manoeuvred her down the hallway to the back room. Untying her wrists, I attached them by straps to another spreader I had positioned for her. The ceiling fitting it hung from was very robust. She was no stranger to it, clearly, as she had kept it from her Master's place. I put a tiny silver harness bell in her hand, just in case...
Without pausing I seized a long single-tail whip and laid it to her skin, beginning at her buttocks and working up to her shoulders. With each stroke the lash wrapped around her body, marking her ribs as much as her back. I changed sides for symmetry. Her stretched mouth made an unearthly noise as her pain limits were probed.
My strokes moved down to wrap her parted thighs, then several across her breasts to leave bright marks that would bruise soon. She was twisting on her spreader, her knees flexing and her arms reaching for the bar above them.
Coiling the whip again, I returned it to the hook in the cabinet. She hung from her arms, weeping miserably in huge sobs as her skin flushed with the punishment that striped her. Drool had wet her chest and shoulders.
Releasing the ratchet on the mouth spreader I withdrew it and she gratefully closed her mouth. Lifting an earpiece I asked "do you want me to set you free and leave now, Wednesday? Have you regretted your gift of your body to me?"
She shook her head, said "do with me what you wish, Captain, I am yours." Then she opened her mouth wide to me.
Dropping the connection from the hook above her, I carried her to the bed in the next room, where I laid her on her back- legs and arms stretched wide by their bars. On the bed beside her I placed the small kit I had made ready. Some antiseptic first, then one long needle went deeply through each breast, behind the nipple and then I put one through each lip of her cunt. The sounds she made were strangled and sustained.
Leaving them in place I began to probe her cunt with my fingers. She was very wet as I pushed two, then three, then four in her to the knuckle. Her hips writhed and she strained to accommodate my hand. After a few minutes I could tuck my thumb in and my whole hand was inside her. Her abdominal muscles were tight as a drum and her teeth were gritted. When I began to move minimally within her she shuddered and came immediately, bucking and clenching on my hand.
