Little Vixen: Chapter 6
With the cloth bag over her head, loosely tied with a drawstring around her neck, she cannot see a thing.
She can hear though.
And feel.
She hears the heavy thump of Seth's black boots on the cement floor. She hears the gentle tap of what she assumes is a riding crop, slapping against the palm of his hand. She hears, the last droplets of water falling from the showerhead. The tap-tap of the crop in Seth's palm and the splatter of the dripping showerhead forms a rhythm, drip, tap-tap, drip.
The showerhead is not the only thing that's dripping.
She feels the cold cement floor under her feet. She feels the draft of air from the lazily turning ceiling fan that caress her naked skin. She feels Seth's presence when he gets close to her. She feels the twang of excitement in her stomach, the goosebumps that makes her shiver.
"We are going to play a little game, Fuck Bunny."
"A game, Sir?"
Her voice trembles, not with fear, with excitement. She has dreamt of a scenario like this for as long as she has been sexually active. She has brought herself to countless orgasms fantasising about being tied up, tormented, pleasured in ways that she could only imagine.
"Yes. It is a very simple game. Even you should be able to grasp how it works reasonably quickly."
"That sounds like fun, Sir. I love playing games."
"Before I tell you how the game works, we need you to be prepared."
She wonders what he means. She does not have to wonder for long. There is the unmistakable clang of a metal chain being dragged over the cement floor.
"I am going to cuff your hands and ankles." Seth says.
"Thank you, Sir."
He kneels by her feet and attaches leather cuffs around her ankles. He does the same with her wrists.
"Spread your legs."
Ooh, he sounds so authoritative. Just that simple sentence makes her pussy twitch with anticipation.
"Wider, as wide as you can."
She complies. It thrills her to stand with her legs as far apart as she can comfortably manage.
There is the scraping of a metal chain on the floor again, this time closer.
Seth attaches a metal chain to the rings on her ankle cuffs and each chain to two metal rungs secured to the floor.
"Him, I think you can spread your legs a bit more."
She shifts her legs further apart, until her thigh muscles are taut.
"That's better." He tightens the chains, holding her feet in place.
Even though she is blindfolded, she instinctively looks up when she hears the clanging of more metal chain above her head.
"Hold your hands up, above your head."
Seth attaches chain to her wrist cuffs and hoists her arms in the air, above her head, higher and higher, using a chain and pully system suspended from the roof. It feels like her arms are going to pull from their sockets. She gasps. He ignores her. He hoists her higher. She can no longer stand flat footed. She must rise on her toes, until there is no more give in the chains that holds her ankles in place.
Fuck.
"That is much better Fuck Bunny. You present well."
"Thank you, Sir."
"So, this is how the game is going to work. Listen carefully because it is quite important to follow the rules. You like rules, so you should be quite good at this."
The way the sound of his voice carries, she knows he is slowly circling her while talking. It thrills her to know that she is vulnerable and completely exposed, for his pleasure, at his mercy.
"I am going to ask you questions. You must answer them, but you may only say "yes", or "no". Nothing else. Depending on whether I like your answer, you will be rewarded or punished. Simple right? Even you should be able to play this game, Fuck Bunny."
"Yes, Sir. It sounds like a fun game."
"Ok, lets start. First question. Do you know your safe word?"
"Yes, Sir."
The crop connects unexpectedly and with a stinging whack once on each buttock. She instinctively tries to move her butt forward, away from the arc of the crop but the restraints do not allow her much room to move.
"I had such high hopes for you Fuck Bunny, but it seems even simple rules are difficult for you to follow. You really are just a brainless fuck toy after all."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
Whack, whack, whack, whack. In quick succession the crop strikes twice on each buttock. She gasps. It stings and stings like fuck.
"Let's start over Fuck Bunny. Let's hope you are a quick learner. Now remember, only "yes" or "no" are acceptable answers. Now, tell me, do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes, S.." She stops herself, just in time.
"Very good Fuck Bunny. That is a good answer. He stands in front of her and rubs his hands against her breasts, kneading them softly, his palm against her hard nipples.
"See, Fuck Bunny. I am nothing but fair. You answer correctly and you get a little reward."
"Thank you, Sir."
Fuck.
Slap, slap. This time its not the crop but the flat of his hand that connects hard with her buttocks. The pain is different to that of the crop. It does not sting at the impact point but rather burns with heat. She likes that.
"Do you like pain, Fuck Bunny?"
She bites her lip, fights back the urge to answer immediately, before slowly saying: "Yes."
His palm delivers flaming heat to her buttocks again.
"That was your reward, not a punishment."
She nearly says, 'Thank you, Sir', but manages to bite back the words.
"What are you, Fuck Bunny?"
She smiles underneath the hood.
"I'm a little fuck toy Sir." She braces herself.
This time Seth does not focus on her buttocks. He takes her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulls. Her breasts stretch, and stretch, her nipples hurt like fuck. She winces. Then, he twists them.
"Fuuuuck." She squeals. The pain is searing and intense. She slumps against the chains holding her spread eagled. When he releases her tormented nipples, the pain seems to flash more intensely for a few seconds as blood flow returns to her nipples.
That was a trick question! How could she answer either 'yes' or 'no' to such a question? But she does not protest, the searing pain in her nipples leaving her with watering eyes but, most enjoyably, a watering pussy too.
"Perhaps, next time, Fuck Bunny, wait until I have finished asking the question before you answer. At this rate you are going to be in constant pain with very little pleasure. So do your best and concentrate."
She nods.
"Ok, let's try again. What are you Fuck Bunny, .... are you a whore?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Fuck Bunny, that is so cute, but no, its not the right answer. What am I going to do with you?"
Light blinds her unexpectedly. Seth had removed the hood. She has to blink several times to get her eyes adjusted to the sudden abundance of light.
Seth traces the contours of her breasts with the crop. The leather tip brushes almost imperceptibly light, like it was a feather, against her skin. She shudders.
Seth puts the tip of the crop against her cheeks, first the left then the right. Surely not? Surely, he won't hit her with the crop in the face. She is relieved when the crop rests on her lips.
"Open up."
She opens her mouth. He slides the tip of the crop inside her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.
"Make it wet Fuck Bunny. As wet as you can. Slobber it with saliva."
