"What should I call her?"
The question was directed towards my Husband and Dom, Alex. Alex let out a soft laugh.
"Well, she's fastened to the bench pretty well, so whatever you'd like, really. But if you're needing a name, just call her D."
It had finally happened. My competitive nature and my big fat mouth had finally shoved me into a situation I wasn't totally sure I could handle. The traits that originally drew me to Alex, his protective, almost possessive nature, and his arrogant confidence, had turned out to be little pebbles leading me to a hidden core facet of his personality. He was a sexual Dominant and luck would have it that I'm a sexual submissive. Outside of the bedroom, we try to maintain a neutral relationship, but some of that nature can't help but seep through in a casual order here or a slightly too possessive grope in public. Since I'm not really a submissive person outside of bed, this slight friction sometimes causes us to host small battles of will. I have a very poor battle record.
One such argument involved him boasting that he didn't think I could keep quiet if he were to use all his implemented tactics. I sarcastically replied that I could keep quiet against him, a super vibrating wand, and an army of male hookers. A claim that didn't even ring true to my own ears, as we're both aware that I have a very hard time keeping quiet when excited. And around him, or under him, I tend to be very excited. His face had shifted smugly, and looking back, there was a gleam in his eye that I definitely shouldn't have trusted.
Now, I was tied tightly to a workout bench that Alex had converted into a veritable throne of restraints and devices. I laid flat on my back with my arms firmly secured to the bench legs beneath me. My wrists burned from the tight restraint, and I suspected it was done on purpose as being restrained sets me on fire and Alex knows it. The rope securing my calf to my thigh attached to the legs on the other side, spreading me open and leaving my clit vulnerable to the cool air of the room. The section of bench supporting my head was detachable and I imagined I would have several cocks in my mouth by the end of the night.
The game was simple and I began the night fairly assured of my upcoming victory. Alex had chosen three people he thought I would enjoy, and he was allowed to use himself or any part of these people to do things to my body over the course of the night. I was obviously allowed to safeword, but other than that, I was to make no sounds. No moaning, no crying out, no talking. Which meant no objecting to something unless I safeworded, which we both knew I took as another challenge. He made it clear there would be no punishment for safewording, but there was also that look in his eyes. You know the one. The one that says "but if you do, I'm going to think you're a chicken and I'll have won a point."
So here we were. Soft music drifted through the room around me and the combination of heat from my sex and cool air caressing my inner thighs was making me a bit lightheaded. I was starting to feel a familiar ache between my legs from having been restrained for so long without attention. I knew this was the first part of his torment, leaving me tied, wet and waiting. He knew I wouldn't crack this early but he wanted to warm me up, get me anxious, get me needy. Although he was turned away from me, I could practically hear him smirking. The bastard.
Alex padded over and squatted down next to me, smiling gently as he stroked a lazy hand over my breasts, across my neglected nipples, down my torso and into my cleft. My eyes fluttered closed but I was silent.
"Look at me," his voice was a soft growl and I could tell he was just as excited as I was, in his controlled way. I lifted my eyes and stared helplessly into his as he moved his hands over me. He stroked my clit with his middle and ring fingers, trapping the little nub in between and circling, shooting that first electric thrill through my body. I bit my lip and instinctively started to close my eyes against the wave of sensation, but remembered his order and allowed myself only a long blink. I returned my gaze to his and held it, and he smiled.
"Good girl."
The words were whispered against my ear and I shivered against his hand, still slowly unraveling me from the bottom. He moved lower and pushed one long finger inside me, then another, curling his fingers slightly to push against the top of the inside of my pussy. He raked the pads of his fingers over my sensitive inner flesh in long decadent strokes. He pushed all the way in, and slid slowly out, setting a dizzying rhythm against my heated skin. My breath hitched and I bit my lower lip to ensure my silence as he used his mouth and other hand to pinch and pull on my nipples. He pinched gently and twisted, pulled and released, and the combination of his tongue and fingers thickened my breath and left a moan threatening to surface. I clamped down and took a steadying breath, clearing my throat and trying to mentally cool off a little. He raised his head from my breast and gave me a questioning look, eyebrow raised, and I knew what he was asking. Was this it? Would I even make it to the other portions of the night before I lost? I smiled smugly and settled back against the bench, making "I'm getting comfortable" wiggles with my body. He grinned, mercilessly tweaked one of my nipples and leaned in for a long, deep kiss.
