The Game - Part 5 & 6 - Bending and Twisting
"If you cannot obey, end the game." He stared down at her, a mocking sneer on his face. "If you cannot submit, end the game." Letting go of her wrists, his voice softened. "I've always admired your spirit. I think that's why I fell in love with you; but if you pit your will against mine, and don't just end the game...you will be broken."
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Michelle was pulled from sleep by the now familiar vibration of the plug, and her husband massaging the sore areas between her legs. She lay there unmoving, willing her breathing to remain steady, hoping he'd think she was still asleep. "Good morning, my love." He said. "Did you sleep well?"
"What the hell do you think?" Michelle answered, irritated. Her arms and legs ached from being stretched, and every inch of skin still burned and tingled from last night...or for all she knew, only an hour ago. She had no idea how long she'd slept. The windowless room allowed no speculation about time of day. She'd arrived at the Fantasuite at 6pm, but the evening was lost in a blur of pain and orgasms.
"You do realize you're gonna pay for that, don't you?"
She opened her eyes to see her husband kneeling beside the bed, smiling at her. She moved to sit up on an elbow and looked at the tyvek bands wrapped around her wrists. The Game. The goddamn Game. The goddamn, motherblank, stupidass Game. Last night she'd cried and screamed and begged...and not given up. She'd needed comfort last night, and even after submitting to his torture for hours, he'd pushed her away. Well screw him and his game. When she moved to tear the band from her left wrist, she saw the triumphant smile on his face. She shook her head and laid back down, turning her back to him.
"I see," he said. "You're angry. But you're not quitting. Impressive."
"If you don't want sex or a blow job, what do you want out of this? The title of 'Sadistic Jackass' doesn't seem worth all of this."
Winding his fingers in her hair, Mark chuckled lightly. "You know I enjoy making love to you. And I need to fuck you, like I need food and water." He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back and leaning in to whisper into her ear. "And grabbing your hair and pushing my dick down your throat is heaven to me." His obscene words made her flinch as if he'd slapped her. He loosened his grip on her hair, still stroking it lightly. "I want your total submission and absolute obedience. When I give you an instruction, I want your only thought to be of pleasing me." He kissed her welted back, causing her to shudder.
Michelle rolled over to face him, annoyed at the warmth rising in her. "Why?"
"Because I see how happy you are pleasing me." He lightly kissed her lips. "When I tell you this makes me happy..." he squeezed her sore nipple, causing her to wince. "...I know you endure it to please me." He moved his hand to the soreness and growing moisture between her legs. "I know how the slightest threatening tone from me makes your pussy so wet I can smell you across a crowded room." He slowly slid a single finger in and out of her, carefully avoiding her growing clitoris, having no intention of giving her release yet.
Michelle sighed, disgusted by his words, yet moving to guide his hand.
"Stop." Mark said abruptly. Michelle froze. Mark withdrew his finger and touched it to her lips. "See...the only one who won't acknowledge how desperate you are to serve me is you. You see it as a sign of weakness, but if you endure this weekend..." he kissed her softly and slowly "...you will be the strongest woman I've ever known." He reached behind her and turned off the vibrating plug, slowly and gently removing it from her stretched rectum. Michelle suddenly felt very empty.
Mark stood up, breaking the moment. "I'm going for breakfast. You have 30 minutes. You may get up, tend to your personal needs, and prepare yourself; or you may rest a while longer and get up when I return. The choice is yours.
Michelle watched in the mirror as he left the room. She got a glimpse of darkness outside as the door opened and closed. She had no idea what time it was. She loved her husband, and hated that he might be right. The BDSM thing might have started as a curiosity when she was younger, but with Mark it had grown into a lifestyle. While he was falling in love with her spirit, she was falling for his power. The more she pushed and provoked, the stronger he became...and the harder she fell. She closed her eyes and relaxed, grateful for the choice to sleep.
The smell of brewing coffee and the sounds of crinkling paper drew Michelle to wakefulness, this time. Mark was standing at the counter, his back to her. Groaning, she slowly moved to get out of bed, the tell tale smell of a veggie omelet calling to her. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Mark said as her feet touched the floor. "Go have a seat on the loveseat, and I'll bring your breakfast."
"Just a second," Michelle mumbled. She stood up and stretched, still feeling the aches and pains of last night. Massaging her aching shoulder, she headed for the bathroom.
"Michelle." The tone of Mark's voice stopped her. "Now, go sit on the floor by the loveseat, and I'll bring your breakfast." She turned to look at him, his back was still to her, but she could see his unsmiling face in the mirror. She shook her head and turned to follow his instruction.
Grateful that she no longer had to sit on the plug, Michelle situated herself in the least irritating way possible on the carpet. The carpet fibers scraped the sore spots and burned the welts on he bottom. Setting her plate on the ottoman in front of her, Mark knelt behind her, smelling her hair, kissing her neck and shoulder. He paused briefly, then kissed her back, and the backs of her arms. "Interesting," he said finally. He rose and moved to the chair to have his breakfast.
They ate quietly for several minutes until Mark broke the silence. "I see you decided to sleep in. Nice dream?"
"I don't remember it." Michelle answered between bites, surprised at how hungry she was. "30 minutes isn't enough to close your eyes good, let alone dream."
"I was gone for an hour." Mark said significantly.
His tone caught Michelle's attention, and she looked at him for several seconds, feeling that she was missing something important. "What are you gonna do to me today?", she asked?
Mark smiled. "Let you please me," he answered.
They finished breakfast in silence. When Mark took their empty plates, Michelle stood to stretch her legs. "Wow," Mark said. "You're either very forgetful or very tough."
"What?" Michelle asked, rotating her aching shoulders.
"After yesterday, you know nothing about obedience..." he turned back to face her. "...or you just don't care." Michelle paused in her movements, looking at him curiously. Understanding slowly dawned on her. "Sit."
Michelle slowly lowered herself to the floor, amazed at her faux pas, and annoyed by the sudden wetness triggered by his tone. Mark handed her a small glass of orange juice, and a cup of coffee. "Drink all the juice first," he said, taking his seat. "You'll need the energy." Sipping her coffee, Michelle got a sense that Mark was waiting for something. Halfway through her coffee, a knock at the door confirmed it. Hiding herself between the ottoman and loveseat, she watched as he opened the door to an older man, and a very young woman. The young woman immediately went to the shower and set up what Michelle saw to be a portable massage table. She watched her lay several things on the bench and then stand at attention beside the table. She smiled to herself...a massage would be very nice.
"Michelle, come here please."
Michelle was surprised to hear Mark calling her, and shocked to hear him doing it while the strange man was still in the room. "Um...Mark..." she said, "...I'm kind of indisposed, remember?" She tried to make herself smaller.
"I am fully aware that you are naked." Michelle's eyes went wide. He actually wanted her to walk naked across the room in the presence of strangers. "Michelle. Come. Here. Please." She looked down at the welts and bruises on her body, the lesson in obedience again fresh in her mind. She took a deep breath and chose not to make him ask again. As she stood up, the warmth of the blush rose from her toes to the roots of her hair. Head held high, she concentrated on Mark's eyes as she walked to stand beside him. "This is Nelson." Mark said. The older man bowed elegantly from the waist, hands behind his back. Michelle caught a glimpse of the triskellion pin on his shirt collar. She relaxed somewhat. "Michelle, please turn around slowly so Nelson can see all of you." Embarrassment burning in the pit of her stomach, Michelle did as she was told; understanding that she would not stop until Mark told her to stop.
"Your lady is quite lovely," Nelson said. "And your work is most excellent. May I?"
