This story is not just a BDSM story but a dark sex novel in 10 parts. Readers should bear in mind this story is pure fantasy. It involves Ava and Lorenzo's unusual sex life and predilections and certainly gets darker as it progresses.
It involves some of the more unusual and painful BDSM themes and, whilst I have personally tried some of the less painful practices (a good spanking is a particular favourite) I haven't indulged in strappado, whipping or caning or the medical device aspects. And, of course, no-one condones non-consensual sex.
Homecoming
Lorenzo drove Ava home from the restaurant in silence, letting her imagination of the future consequences of her failure to comply with all his wishes as her master to build in her mind. At this point, her concerned, circling thoughts were his ally.
Her shame and horror at having failed him so quickly pushing her rapidly towards where he wanted her. A willing sex slave who would be putty in his hands, over the following hours.
He parked the car in front of their garage, stopping the engine.
"Get out Ava, and stand by the front of the car," he commanded.
She smoothed her dress down carefully, conscious of her lack of underwear before getting out of the car. She could feel the cool breeze across her soft labia, making her skin tingle. Ava stood mutely beside the car as he walked around, getting something from the rear of the car. He strode back round towards her with a blanket, throwing it over the curved edge of the car bonnet.
"This will help avoid you getting any burns. Hands on the bonnet of the car, Ava. Lean right back."
Lorenzo took out the key to the electronic double dildo harness Ava had been wearing, the device that he had been pleasuring her with throughout lunch. Almost immediately she realised what he intended to do. With a combined look of horror and embarrassment at being so naked in public, Ava's legs began to shake, in expectation of what was to come. He could see the tiny look of fear spread across her face, a sudden expectation of what was about to happen.
"Spread your legs open for me Ava. That's it, wide open."
She moved her legs apart obediently. Bent backwards, her face was a bright blush. Lorenzo lifted up her short dress, taking his time, leaving her pink nakedness completely open to all and anyone in the neighbourhood who was looking out of a window or passing by.
The black harness belt, clearly visible too now, had left a wide pink band around her waist, where it had embedded into her flesh.
Not only did Ava form a lewd public display, her stance was very uncomfortable, the bonnet still hot from the engine. He grabbed the waist band, slowly undoing the lock. The leather strap between her legs swung forward, the dress hem rising up, exposing her vulva.
He ran his hand up her inner thigh teasingly, then up between her legs, hooking a finger in her crotch at the joint where the strap connected the two vibrators. Ava winced. He pulled hard downwards. Along with a gush of feminine juices, both vibrators were suddenly sucked out of their soft inner sanctums.
"Aah!" Ava cried, leaking fluid out and down her legs in runnels.
Lorenzo cast the waist harness and straps aside on the rug covered bonnet. Lying there, the contraption looking like a medieval torture device, the two dildos pointing accusingly at Ava, spread out on the middle of the rough tartan wool blanket she was leaning on.
With her orifices suddenly free of the device, he caught a musky aroma exuding from Ava's body, wafting over to him in the light wind. He could smell that she was ready for him once again.
He bent in towards Ava, making her lean even further back. He reached behind her, checking with his index finger how far the anal rubber cock had stretched her open. Ava had felt her insides starting to return to normal, after two hours of the silicone dildos buried deep inside her, but still gasped at his sudden intrusion.
He then probed her pussy, pushing two fingers deep into her, seeing how the large eight inch dildo had begun to make her vagina self-lubricate copiously. She cried out softly as he then pushed three fingers deep up inside her vagina, thrusting them in and out quickly.
Ava's body was rocking back and forth on the bonnet with the strength of his arm strokes as he massaged her G-spot mercilessly.
Ava gasped in exhilaration once more, then her legs spasmed, driving another groan from her as he forcefully made her cum again.
All the time Lorenzo was looking into her eyes, making sure she knew that this was a public showing, of her admittance to failing to comply with all of the instructions he had given her as his slave.
He pulled his hand out from her, wiping the sticky fluids off, over her rumpled dress, until he was satisfied his fingers were clean.
"Stay there until I say. I've had enough of your disobedience."
Lorenzo took his time walking up the driveway and unlocking the house front door. He turned to look at Ava, leaning back on the hot car bonnet, her hands and bum red hot. As an SUV pulled into the end of their road Lorenzo saw Ava glance at it, concerned, as it slowly drove on by the house.
The driver had stared directly at her, bemused, as he went past. But Ava stayed still, bent backwards over the bonnet, her cunt and lips fully exposed, smeared, dripping with Lorenzo's creamy cum.
Lorenzo left the door open, then beckoned Ava in. Ava scalded her hand levering herself off the bonnet of the car. As she came in through the porch door, he let her go past him, turning round in the long hallway to look at her. She looked dishevelled, done, spent.
On unsteady feet she scurried quickly to where he had pointed for her to go, into the living room. He followed her into the room.
"Assume the standing slave position, Ava."
Ava stood in the centre of the room, hands held behind her back, head hanging low. Lorenzo paced back and forth in front of her, then turned on her savagely.
"Well, it seems you cannot follow simple instructions. Did I not instruct you not to orgasm, at any time, without my permission?"
