No Limits 5

She had really angered him beyond what he had felt before. Now, bound tightly before him, on her knees in his bathtub, now she would know his displeasure.

He took her blindfold off and removed the ballgag. She had drooled all over it, after being denied orgasm at least 9 times over the past hour. She was quivering uncontrollably.

"Open your mouth and swallow all you can" were the terse instructions. "This is what you get when you displease me so"

She wisely did as required. He stood before her and relaxed. It took a few seconds but soon he was relieving himself. She leaned forward to try to keep as much as possible in her mouth. She swallowed obediently, but couldn't take it all. The extra splashed across her face and into her hair.. The urine was acrid going down, yet she knew this was her penance, and that she must do as told.. It took her mind off of the inflatable butt plug which stretched her for what she knew would come next...

Prelude

She knew she had hurt him. His last words had said it all. "You have angered me. But worse, you have hurt me."

She had not heard from him since, for weeks. Phone calls, texts, emails...all went unanswered. One long weekend, after much thought and perhaps one wine glass too many, she decided. A risk, a gamble, an act of desperation.

Her hands trembled involuntarily as she finished her text and hit "send".

"No limits"...

"No limits"

The text passed across his screen. He sat and pondered for awhile. Agreed upon limits were an important part of the relationship. They could be tested, but were never intentionally violated. He wasn't sure if he would allow himself no constraints on his behavior. There was a part of himself that he didn't want to show the light of day.

Over the course of the following week, he would sit alone in the cool darkness of the evening. The only distraction he allowed to partially intrude on his thoughts were the entire works of Paganini, especially the 1st Concerto in D minor. One glass of extraordinarily expensive scotch per night. Just one...he didn't want to cloud his thinking. And no matter how logically he would approach his problem, his emotions would win each argument raging within.

"4 a.m. Saturday. Here." was his reply.

"4 a.m. Saturday. Here."

Direct and to the point she thought. But there was more in that message than its simplicity implied. "Here" - She had never been allowed to enter his house. That was one of his limits. He was very private and controlled his surroundings as he controlled himself. They had always met at a five star hotel or at her apartment. He had been able to come to her as he pleased. She never knew exactly when or for how long.

And rarely on a weekend. Saturday?! 4 a.m.?! Early morning usually signaled the end of their playtime. No instructions included for how to present herself. He was often exacting as to his preference. She could guess his mood by what he desired her to wear. Now...no clue.

She thought about all that was, or was not, included in that message. She wasn't sure what it foretold and started to second guess her decision to send that simple two word text.

She considered all of the boundaries that they had enumerated. She couldn't imagine which ones he would now disregard, with her permission! As she thought of each limit, a new chill would travel down her spine. Would he beat me, or cause me serious harm? She told herself that she had brought his ire upon her. She had offered "no limits." He hadn't EVER suggested such a thing. She tried to steel herself to follow through with the path SHE had chosen, for being without him caused a deep well of sorrow to well up within her soul.

She sent another two word text. "Yes Sir."

All was dark. She reached to push the doorbell. Before she could, a voice came from the intercom.

"Open the door, strip off you clothes and stand before the table."

She did as instructed, left the clothes as they fell and turned towards a long utilitarian table near the entrance. She gazed at all he might use on her. Some she was familiar with. Plugs, clamps, rope, blindfold. She saw many different sex toys, some of which she couldn't fathom their use. She saw a mask with some sort of tube affixed, much like a gas mask. Her gaze fell upon a velvet bag. She pulled back a flap and stepped back. These looked like medical clamps, devices, speculum, probes and even scalpels.

He was behind her. Your safe word is "stop." That is the only limit. If you say this word, at any time and in any context, then it is done. Forever. You have offered me no limits and I will take it. I hope you haven't offered capriciously. I expect no reply. You will not speak, except if you need the word.

She knew exactly what she had done. She had thought of it often before she decided to send the text. If she was questioning now, it was only because she feared going through with it.

"Follow me."

She did so dutifully. He lead her to the backdoor and into the backyard. "Sit on the bench." It was a typical slotted park bench. She sat, naked, waiting. Her walked behind her and drew both arms behind her. He quickly tied her hands to the lower back of the bench. He moved to her front and produced shackles for her ankles. As he attached each one, he spread her legs as wide as she could stretch them. Then he connected them to the sides of the bench. She was sitting arched, spread eagle and vulnerable at all angles.

He placed the strange looking mask with tube on her face.

She started to shake a bit from the strain of having her legs spread so wide. He pulled out a vibrator and placed it directly on her clitorus. She started to gasp almost immediately.

"You'll have to control your breathing better or I will." As she wondered what that meant and her breaths became shallower and quicker, he closed the valve on the mask. She now had no fresh air and was breathing heavier from excitement and oxygen exhaustion. She began to try to buck after a minute or so, but she was bound too securely. He opened the valve and ceased vibrations.

She gasped for breath. The fear and the stimulation mixed uncomfortably within her...

...Each time he would bring her close, so close, to release. Each time, as her breath became ragged, he would close the valve. Every successive closure would last longer than before. She struggled between ecstasy and unconsciousness. She tried one final time to control her breathing so that he would let her go over the edge. But it was to no avail. She inhaled deeply as he closed the valve. He left the vibrator on just long enough for her to think he would relent. As her excitement built and darkness started to creep over her eyes, he removed the vibrator. If she had retained enough breath, she would've screamed.

He removed the mask. She gasped, panted, and tried to cry out, but she could not. Her body was rigid from the unreleased energy. She writhed trying to catch her breath and slow her racing heart. She wanted to plead with him. "Please, one more touch and I'll explode. Please!!" One look into his eyes told her that saying her thoughts aloud would only make things worse.

Worse. She wondered what other tortures were in store for her...

He brought her inside, gave her a glass of water and said, "drink." She complied. He grasped her arm and lead her into his study. She had but a moment to espy the stocks hanging from the ceiling until he blindfolded her...

He opened the stocks and placed her hands and her neck into the holes. He closed and fastened the stocks. He placed earplugs in her ears and then placed headphones atop them. He put a ball gag in her mouth. The stocks were drawn upwards which forced her to precariously balance on her toes. He withdrew.

It was time for breakfast, so he went to the kitchen and began preparing it. After about 10 minutes he returned to his study. She was whimpering a bit, but was essentially quiet and calm, her legs rigid from attempting to balance.

He lowered the stocks enough that he could spread her legs into a mild v. He tied her feet in this position and lifted the stocks a small distance to add a bit of involuntary struggle. He went behind her and quickly inserted an inflatable butt plug. He then pumped it up to what looked like an uncomfortable size. He then positioned a vibrator to just barely touch her clitorus. He set it on low, knowing she couldn't possibly orgasm at this intensity. But she would get frustratingly close, with time.

He turned on some music for her headphones and left the study. She started to moan.

He would take his time to enjoy breakfast this morning...

He finished his leisurely breakfast and went to brush his teeth.

He walked into the study and heard a mixture of faint sobbing and excited breathing. She desperately tried to rub herself on the vibrator to make herself cum. He stood watching for a few moments, then took the vibrator, turned it higher and rubbed her vigorously. She got so, so close, then he stopped. She now sobbed almost uncontrollably.

He took off her headphones and removed her earplugs and blindfold.

"Do you have something to say?"

She shook her head no.

He then whispered into her ear. He told her exactly what would come next.

She opened her mouth to say "Stop." In the moment before her lips could move, she thought of all she had done and all that he was doing to her. She felt used and abused and punished, but she was also extraordinarily excited. She saw the burning in his eyes and had to decide if it was hate or lust driven by complete control that consumed him. She had offered "No limits" and he capitalized on that offer to help her understand her true feelings. She started to understand what being submissive really meant. It was with that dawning thought that she made her final decision.

She said nothing.

He put a ballgag in her mouth, inserted the plug and re-blindfolded her. He then proceeded to bring her to the edge of orgasm so many times that she lost count.

She had really angered him beyond what he had felt before. Now, bound tightly before him, on her knees in his bathtub, now she would know his displeasure.

He took her blindfold off and removed the ballgag. She had drooled all over it, after being denied orgasm at least so many times over the past hour. She was quivering uncontrollably.

"Open your mouth and swallow all you can." were his terse instructions. "This is what you get when you hurt me so"

She wisely did as required. He stood before her and relaxed. It took a few seconds but soon he was relieving himself. She leaned forward to draw his stream into her mouth. She wanted to show him that her adoration for him and submission to him really had no limits. She swallowed obediently, but couldn't take it all. The extra splashed across her face and into her hair.. The urine was acrid going down, yet she knew this was her penance, and that she was happy to do as she was told. It took her mind off of the inflatable butt plug which stretched her for what she knew would come next...

He did not show her his pleasure in her total submission, for that would betray the relationship.

He lifted her from the tub and placed her on her knees. Her knees and ankles were bound. He pushed her head towards the floor and then bound her hands to her ankles. She knew he was positioning her to have her ass as vulnerable as possible. He removed the plug...

She watched him as he stroked himself. His erection grew quickly.

He stepped behind her and she yelped as he drove deep within her. He pounded her ass mercilessly. They had indulged in anal sex before, but he had always been fairly patient and gentle. There was none of that now. Her grunts synchronized with his first several thrusts. As she thought again of giving all to him, she relaxed. Then, something she had not expected happened. Her grunts and yelps turned into long, low moans. Her body started to quiver, And, although there was nothing stimulating her genitals, she felt the sensation of orgasm building. She willed him to keep pistoning deep within her. She tried to meet his thrusts with her own, but he controlled all motion.

Her orgasm consumed her entire body. Every muscle twitched and contracted. She screamed. Had her knees not been bound they would've buckled. What had been pain turned into waves of pleasure. She thought she would pass out...

...He continued assaulting her anally, yet all she felt was pleasure and warmth. After a few minutes he withdrew. He released her from the ropes and said, "Take a shower. Clean yourself."

She staggered to the shower and turned it on. She stood beneath the water as it turned warmer. She finished and was about to shut off the water when he stepped in.

"Clean me." he ordered...

She did exactly as he said. Although, he did sense how much she wanted to take his erection in her mouth as she knelt to wash his legs.

She finished. He then queried, "No limits?" She again said nothing. He told her to face away from him. He got ever so close to her ear and barely whispered, "No blood. No marks...no limits"

She gasped as he produced a razor blade. He was fully erect, pressed into her back. He was breathing heavily in her ear. She watched as he brought the blade down towards her right nipple...

He traced the outline of her nipple with the blade. He then followed the curve of her breast and worked the blade down her side. He used enough pressure so that she could feel where he was, but not to cut.

She wondered what kind of monster she had awoken, yet as scared as she was, she did nothing to resist. She was not bound nor gagged. She could've yelled out, "STOP!'

Yet she did not. Her thoughts returned to how wet she had become as he was dangerously tracing her curves.

He brought his lips and the blade to her ear. "No limits" he said. She didn't feel the cut as he opened the tiniest of wounds behind her right earlobe. Two drops of blood dripped and he collected them on his fingertips,

She discovered she had been cut when he put the blood on one of her extremely hard nipples. She swooned when he sucked the blood and nipple into his mouth...

He went to the bedroom and she followed. He sat on his leather reading chair and spoke two words.

"Please me."

His command was clear, but ambiguous. She trembled a bit thinking how she could possibly accomplish this task.

She knew instinctively that simply sucking him off would not be enough to cool the heat of his anger. He had been punishing and degrading her. He was trying to show her how to truly be a submissive.

He watched her standing, head down, in front of him, obviously contemplating the simple, but difficult command-"Please me."

She had been teased mercilessly. She had been ass-fucked until a whole body orgasm overtook her. She had swallowed his urine. She had asked for, understood and took the penance. She realized it wasn't enough. She decided to punish herself...

She went to the table at the entrance of the house and looked over all that was on display. She glanced at the scalpel and briefly entertained thoughts of taking it and slicing her wrists in front of him. "That would show him!" she thought.

Then she realized that would be foolish and immature. She knew he would stop her and then cast her from his life. She cursed, under her breath, "Stop being whiny little bitch and please him."

She picked up several items and returned to the bedroom, where he patiently awaited...