The three parts of this story have been written for (and at the request of!) a great friend and confidant, who can challenge and surprise me like no-one else I know. The scene they describe follows on from a conversation that we weren't able to complete a few weeks ago. At the time She asked me to write something for Her and suggested that I post it here for everyone's enjoyment. So here you go...I hope it brings you at least a little of the pleasure I had writing it, and that I think She's had reading it installment by installment!
Please drop me an email with any comments or reactions. I'll reply...promise!
Ischade returns: Part 1
I can hear her returning - Her footsteps coming ever closer, quiet yet assured behind me. I can't and don't try to look back knowing the shackles still hold me fast by wrist, thigh and collar to the low bench. I sense Her draw beside me and rest my head to one side. It's only been a few minutes but the sight of Her again brings a gentle smile to my mouth, still sore from where She took Her pleasure. Her long hair falls as beautifully as it always does about Her face and down Her back. She crouches beside me and runs Her fingers run through my hair. Leaning over me so close that Her lips touch my ear, She whispers my name. Surely She can smell Her scent still on my breath as I whisper Hers back in contented reply.
She straddles me and sits in the small of my back, massaging my shoulders and neck to ease the stiffness from them. Her cheeks press against mine as her hands work away the strains in my body.
"My sweet boy..." She whispers and then rhetorically asks, "Is your little tongue tired, slave?"
Her movements become stronger, as if now seeking and drawing an answer from me. "Is this body mine?"
"Yes, my Lover," I hear myself murmur.
"My sweet toy..." Her hands are kneading through me, Her increasing strength making me shiver and reawakening my desire for Her.
"You like it when I rake my nails across your skin, don't you?" Her voice is louder again. Each rolled 'R' leaving red trails across my back and making me arch against my bonds, head craning up. She draws each response expertly and meets them together with the words, "You slut!"
I wince with the sudden sting as she brings Her hand down sharply on my ass. I whimper as her nails dig into and grip my flesh. "Oh I love that sound, don't you?" I wonder which She means as Her hand comes down again, burning my ass. "Hmmm...?" And then a quick succession of blows, each one harder than the last and punctuated by a question "Yes? Slut? Tell me...?"
I yelp and cry out, "Yes my Lover, You adore it...please..." I'm surprised by the sudden loudness and certainty in my voice in the quiet room.
"There...you are such a whore for me..." She knows me too well. Where my body leapt to Her touch, my cock now jumps at that word. She knows it, She can feel it even through my back. "Are you squirming for me?" She's giggling now and feigning surprise, "Are you hard because I hit you!?" She shifts Her weight, rubbing Her crotch against me. She leans back and grabs my cock from between my legs. "Oh, you little shit, you are too!"
"Tell me whose this is huh?" She's suddenly serious, gripping it hard, pulling it backwards between my legs, Her fingers wrapped round tight almost as if to choke it. "Tell me," She commands.
"You know it's Yours, my Angel."
"Then it may fuck My hand..." I rock my hips beneath Her, my cock starting to drool as it pistons slowly and awkwardly in Her grip. She rides me, Her crotch pressed as firmly onto my back as it was to my face.
"Stop!" And then seductively, "Remind me, whore...what do I love?"
"You love hearing my pain."
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I find myself crying out again. She's digging Her nails into my cock. "Tell me again, you fucking whore!"
Her grip tightens and the words catch in my throat with the pain She's gifting me. "You want me to scream for You."
"You want me to hurt you more my little fuck toy?" She laughs.
"Yessssss, anything my Lover."
"What do I want?" Her grip tightens again. And I yelp, "You want to me to cry."
"What do you want?"
"Hurt me please...make me scream pleeeeasseee!" She suddenly lets go of my cock. Swinging Herself off me and moving quickly, She picks up Her favourite gag.
"Open."
I obediently do as She says, too in awe and desirous to think of not following Her instruction. She places the bit between my teeth and straps it tight around my head. Decisively, She kneels infront of me, holding my chin in one hand, pulling my head upwards to meet Her gaze. She shows me the paddle.
"Is this what I want?" She asks. I can only nod my submission. Holding my gaze, "Scream for me all you want, slut." She spits in my face but I can't stop smiling at Her. My head drops back to the bench as She stands and moves behind me. She deftly winds and fastens a leather strap around the empty skin of my scrotum, pulling it tight and drawing my balls away from my body.
I hear the first strike of the paddle on my ass before I feel it. The sharp slap of the wood against my skin pre-empting the burn and sting. Tears fill my eyes as Her blows rain down. Sucking in air between strikes, my whole body jumping in rhythm at each contact. I imagine Her face concentrated and smiling, and the flex of Her arm as She brings down the paddle. I'm imagining Her growing delight as She hears me cry out. My body jolts with fire and I'm screaming out Her name in love from behind the gag into the room for Her.
I'm alive...
The blows cease as suddenly as they began and She moves back in front of me again. I can hear myself gasping in great lungfuls of air around the gag. My body is shuddering, but the tears of pain turn into joy as She cradles my head in Her arms, planting soft kisses on my forehead, kissing away the tears.
Ischade returns: Part 2
Leaning across my body, She gently unties each cuff that holds me face down to the bench. "Roll over darling and bring your thighs to your chest." She takes my wrists as I follow Her instruction, and shackles them together behind my knees so that I cannot lower my legs. I know She has framed my cock between my thighs, I can feel it laying still hard against my stomach. There's a dull ache in my body but my ass squirms in the air for attention, shining as red from the paddle as my balls do in their bondage. I love Her to exhibit me like this, held immobile as the slut I am for Her - cheeks pulled apart and every inch of my crotch and ass exposed.
She sits straddling the bench, Her fingernails raking desirously up and down the backs of my thighs. God, how I need Her. I'm willing Her to know it, staring up at Her wide-eyed as Her gaze follows Her hands on me. One settles flat against my ass, pulling my cheeks tight apart. My whole attention jumps between Her face and the almost imperceptible caress of a single finger as it traces the crack between them. Back and forward across the hole in my body that She loves, teasing and greasing it, the lube She's using, slick between our skins.
Satisfied perhaps, She raises Her right hand suddenly as if to hit me again. My body tenses, cringing, my whole experience lived through the intensity on Her face. Purposefully, She stands up off the bench to lean over me, Her eyes unblinking and on fire. She slowly brings Her hand in front of Her face, little finger and ring finger bending to Her palm, thumb outstretched like the hammer of a pistol, two fingers pointing at me. A laviscious smile creeps into the corners of Her mouth, our eyes and desire for each other locked together. My heart racing in my chest, She makes as if to shoot me...I shudder, my eyes closing.
"Whores are so predictable..."
My body jolts as I feel Her two fingers suddenly press against my asshole. Her eyebrows raise but before I can understand what reassurance She wants, She pushes them into me. One long unrelenting movement until Her knuckles rest against my crack, the effort showing in Her face as She stretches my fuckhole open. One long moan as my teeth clench around the bit in my mouth, eyes as wide again as my cunt is filled full. She starts to fuck me with Her hand, my body crying out for it as Her fingers enter me again and again in a solemn rhythm.
"What a hot little bitch you are, huh?"
My body moves and dances with Her, my cock drooling pre-cum across my stomach. My fuckhole loosening to Her so She can rotate Her wrist and therefore Her fingers as she pushes into me.
"My whore..."
Her speed changes, She's fucking me faster and faster. Too fast and rough for me to grind back onto Her hand, my groans and Her cries of delight fill the air, My body held taut against Her ravaging fingers. Her hair falls about Her face with the effort...that delicious smile of Hers. Can She hear my scream from beneath the gag? 'Fuck me pleeeassee! Don't stopppp!'
But She's slowing, beads of perspiration on Her forehead, sweat on mine. Her fingers splitting my ass slow enough now for my body again to push back involuntarily but greedily onto Her hand.
"Stay still," She rebukes me while removing Her fingers. She picks up Her long butt-plug, holding it by its neck, just below its widest point. She places its tip against my well-greased and empty hole.
"Hold your breath fucktoy."
