He knelt at her feet to be collared and she fought the urge to shove his head between her legs. He had shocked her the night before with his magically appearing skill. She was curious where his sudden abilities had come from but at the same time preferred the allure of not knowing. All that mattered was he had figured it out specifically to please her, a good indication that he may be successful in his training after all.
She went to the closet and pulled out what she needed then began setting it up in the middle of the room. It was large and heavy but she had learned how to manhandle it quite well. When it was unfolded and ready for use she looked at him. He stood staring at it wide eyed, his knuckles white while his hands grasped at each other.
She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. Her hands then went to his belt, unbuckling it then unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them to the floor. She watched him turn red under her stare and ran her nails from his sculpted chest to his hardening pride.
"Bend over it on your hands and knees. Your arms will go here and your legs will go there," she instructed him.
He stared down at the bench, chewing at his lower lip.
She started walking towards the dresser, reaching for the leather strap. Before she could grab it he moved to the bench, bending over it in the position she had directed.
"Good boy," she praised, stroking his hair. She reached down and fastened the restraints around his arms, wrists, legs and ankles loosely so he would have room to squirm. Thoughts of all the ways she could torture him if he was farther along in his training flooded her mind. When she circled behind him she reached down and lightly squeezed the sac that dangled helplessly between his thighs. He grunted and lurched up then relaxed into her hand while she gently massaged him. When his breath evened out she released him and walked back towards his head.
She knelt down so her eyes were level with his. "Look at me, Finn."
His blue eyes already looked somewhat dazed when he returned her stare.
"Good boy," she said, pressing her lips to his. "I need you to listen very carefully right now. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered.
"You do not get to come without my permission. Not now, not ever. If you feel yourself getting ready to come you will ask if you can. I will either tell you "No," "Wait," or "Yes." Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tonight I plan on letting you come, but only when I give you permission. If you come without my permission, I wont let you come again for two weeks. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy," she said, pulling a blindfold down over his eyes.
He shivered when she ran the tails of the flogger over his back. She brought it down against his skin lightly, watching his body respond before bringing it down harder. Lexa had taught her the art of using a flogger and she loved the way the leather falls ran through her hand before landing on his pale flesh. She was careful to remain consistent and controlled, allowing him to lose himself in the rhythmic thuds and stings.
When he stopped pulling against the chains she knew the pain was blurring into pleasure. She moved her target lower, striking him across his backside. The marks from his punishment were still slightly visible so she reduced the strength of her swing until he was properly warmed up. He sucked in a gasp of air when the leather hit the back of his hanging manhood. She brought it down again in the same spot, listening to his breath.
"Good boy," she said, setting the flogger down on the floor. He squirmed in his chains when she opened the dresser drawer. She walked back to him and ran her hand down his back, assessing the damage she had already done.
Her arousal dripped down the insides of her thighs at the sight of him trying to escape when she ran her fingers down the middle of his backside. He started shaking when she ran her hand back up, and flinched at the sound of the lube bottle snapping open. She pushed through his entrance, reaching underneath him to stroke him while his body bucked against her intrusion. After a few minutes he began to relax and a small amount of wetness seeped into her hand. When he inhaled deeply and held it she waited to see if he would follow her directions.
"Mistress, please let me come," he gasped when he let out his breath.
"No." She stopping her stroke and quickly poured lube over a small plug, wanting to insert it while his body was still relaxed enough to accept it. Though it was the smallest one she had it was still larger than her finger and he hunched up when she pushed it in. She reached down to stroke him again until he stopped fighting his chains.
"Please let me come," he begged, his breath heavy with need.
"No." She picked back up the flogger, this time starting with his upper thighs. She moved to just below his waist before skipping his torso to continue her assault on his upper back.
"Please can I come?" he begged again, his voice desperate.
"No." She dropping the flogger to the floor.
He trembled when she ran her hand over the marks on his back, his body writhing in desperation. "Please, please can I come? Please?" he sobbed when she ran her fingertips over the base of the plug.
"Wait," she warned when he clenched as she squeezed his sac.
"Please..." he gasped.
"Wait." She slowly pulled the plug out then pushed it back in. It slid easily, the sound of his panting increasing with every stroke.
"Please, Mistress, please..." he whimpered through gasping breaths, his voice barely audible.
"Yes." She wrapped her hand around his length, providing the stimulation he was in desperate need of.
He sucked in a breath and his body tightened. When he came he convulsed so hard the chains strained to keep him held down, and she thought he was going to rip them off the bench.
"Good boy," she said, rubbing his head and body. Once he stopped shaking she took off the blindfold and wiped the dried tears from his face.
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He still felt like he was floating when he opened his eyes. He rolled over in his bed and a slight soreness permeated through his back when it rubbed against the sheets. It wasn't painful like the aftermath of when she whipped him with the strap, though he almost wished it was. He dreaded hearing her footsteps coming down the hall. She would be coming to remove his collar and chains but he wasn't ready to give them up. The sound of soft steps on the wood floor made him run his fingertips one last time over the soft leather around his neck.
He moved off the bed and got to his knees, embracing his new morning routine. When she walked in he kept his eyes on the floor hoping for her praise. Her hand ran through his hair when she said the words he longed to hear, making it easier to endure when she unbuckled the restraints from his wrists. His hands fell into his lap, resisting the compulsion to wrap around her legs.
"Get ready for work then come eat breakfast," she said before leaving the room.
He got up and headed to the bathroom to shower. He lathered up with soap, ignoring the blood flow headed between his legs. After he was done getting dressed he went to the kitchen, grabbed his plate and sat down on the floor at her feet.
An hour later he was pulling into his uncle's ranch, wishing everyone else wasn't there. They would be wanting an explanation why he had disappeared since the night he walked out of the bar and why he hadn't been returning their texts.
