The Walk In Closet 04

Chapter 4: Failure

This time the bed wasn't completely foreign to her. She had woken up in this bed before. Chloe remembered doing so weeks ago; she also remembered what happened the night before. The pleasure she felt, the things she was made to do. She wanted it all again. She wanted to wake up in this bed, to wake up every morning having had the kind of night she just had. Is it possible? Could it happen? Would he let her?

After getting dressed, a lot slower than last time, Chloe meandered into the kitchen.

"Hey there, sleepyhead."

"Mmmm. What smells so good?"

"Sausage, waffles, and some coffee."

Chloe made herself a cup of coffee and then settled down into a seat. He made her a plate of food before going back to the waffle iron. As she sipped her coffee, her mind started to wander. Last night was amazing. Both times she'd spent with him had been beyond anything she had expected to get from a lover, and that's not to say she hadn't had some talented boyfriends. But nothing she'd experienced before could hold a candle to what Sean had done to her... twice. She had to know.

"Will it always be like last night?"

"How so?"

"After the training. You... 'used' me for so long. I'm just not sure if that's what it's going to be like every night or if you're just doing it to get me hooked early on."

It took Sean a second, but he realized something and then replied, "Oh... I see the issue. You haven't realized that that was also a part of your training."

"Wait... what!?"

"I'm working on your stamina."

Chloe thought she understood. Last night wasn't a reward or him being nice. He was doing exactly as he said and was using her however he wanted, and part of that was getting her up to his standards. And the best part was she was happier knowing the truth. A part of her hated the idea that he was doing all of that for her benefit. She wanted it to be true that once she had the collar on, everything was about him.

Sean broke her thoughts by saying, "You know, you're right, it won't always be like last night."

"Huh?"

"I will gradually make things harder for you. Like last night, I might add a rule, I might make you do something completely different, and some nights you might never climax."

That last bit surprised Chloe more than everything else. She did realize that it was a possibility that she would have a night solely for his pleasure and wouldn't be able to get anything out of it. But it also hit differently knowing that he expected it to happen, and not only once.

"I will make it so that some nights, you will fail, and I'll punish you for those failures just as badly as if you did it on purpose."

Her heart began to flutter.

"I'll make you push past your limits and learn to love every moment you have with me like it's your last. I'll make you ask to be punished so that I'll give you even a single moment more attention than you would have gotten from me before."

She could feel the wetness between her legs grow.

"And then... I'll take off your collar. I'll take it off, and you'll return to me. You'll be the one who is happy to go out on a date and talk about your workday. You'll watch movies and make bad jokes at my expense. All the while, we'll both keep those two parts of our lives separate."

Chloe stood up, walked over to him, and kissed him hard on the lips.

Over the next few weeks, they met up more and more. Now seeing each other at least once a weekend and sometimes in the middle of the week when their schedules aligned. While they only ever went back to his apartment on the weekends, every time they did, he pushed her further. Sometimes he might increase the length she had to suck, other times he'd give her a time limit. But so far, she'd succeeded in following his orders. And each time she succeeded, the night ended with her being exhausted and passing out from the pleasure.

That was until one night, Sean had increased the depth, and she wasn't able to do it within the time limit. Chloe kept not tapping the screen due to not being able to go deep enough. So he informed her that next time there would be a consequence for such a failure. But by the next weekend, she had forgotten. She went into his apartment not realizing that he had plans for her.

After some talking on the couch, she excused herself. Walking through the bedroom, she noticed the collar on the bed. Just like the past few times she came over after dinner, he knew what she would want. What she would need from him, and he prepared everything for her ahead of time. She tended to slow down while in its presence. Chloe couldn't help herself. Her body wanted the collar to be on her; she wanted to be his, not later, but now. She wanted to skip the part where she would take off her clothes and run to him, collar in hand. She wanted to put it on herself, just to feel the leather on her neck, to remember how he made her feel when she was his. But that couldn't be. She couldn't be his, couldn't wear the collar without it being put on by his own hand.

Once in the bathroom, she sped up. Chloe started by taking off her clothes like normal, then began inspecting her body. This was also something of a ritual for her now. She wanted to know that she looked her best; she wanted to give her best self over to what they shared. After a thorough check of her body, she walked back into the bedroom to grab the collar.

She held it reverentially, cupped in both hands in front of her chest. Walking to the door, she tried to psych herself up a bit, happy to find out what the night had in store for her. Opening the door, she didn't expect him to be just on the other side. Chloe stopped for a moment, frozen in place from the surprise. But she recovered fast, smiling a big wide grin and holding the collar out as she lowered her head.

"Will you please take me as yours, will you become my Master?"

Sean took the collar placidly, waiting a few seconds before moving past her and saying, "I will take you as my own, now follow me."

He went to sit on the end of the bed, with her following close behind.

"On your knees," he commanded, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of him.

Chloe eagerly complied, rushing to be where he wanted her. To follow his orders. She sat in front of him on her knees, head bowed. After making her wait for a few seconds, he wrapped the collar around her neck. As he finished clasping it around her, she let out a content sigh that she didn't even realize she was holding in. Chloe realized that she had been worried, that when he didn't immediately put the collar on, it had scared her.

She felt a cupped hand on her cheek. A gentle pressure lifted her head up until they were able to look into each other's eyes. Keeping his hand on her, he slid his fingers down and under her chin, then used his thumb to pull down on her bottom lip. Without realizing what was happening, she opened her mouth to him.

Chloe's body started to heat up again. She would let him pose her like a statue for hours if that would please him. A feeling of wetness between her legs grew as Sean put his thumb into her mouth. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes and mouth and began to suck. Even after she started to realize what she was doing, she didn't stop. Why would she? He hadn't told her to stop. Which meant that he must want her to continue. So she did.

Soon, he pulled his hand back, bringing the finger with it. She wanted to follow, to continue to suck. She wanted to be of service to him in any way that she could. But... she caught herself. Chloe looked up into his eyes and saw a devious smile.

"Looks like you want to keep sucking."

"Yes, Master, anything for you."

"Good," Sean unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock, "then you can suck on this for a while."

Almost immediately she moved forward, she was hoping for such an order. Taking him into her mouth, she started to work. She knew that she'd gotten much better since she started her training, and she wanted to use this as a way to show him just how far she'd come. To prove to him that he made the right choice, but also, she wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside of her. She wanted to be given his seed. To feel his cum slide down her throat and know that she was the one to give him the pleasure that allowed him to finish. That she was repaying him for all of the things he'd done for her, to her. All of the nights that he'd given her orgasm after orgasm. As she continued to go down on him, his cock just seemed to get harder, and she had to slow down.

Holding the back of Chloe's head, Sean told her, "You're doing a good job, keep it up."

Even with a dick in her mouth, hearing such a compliment made her smile uncontrollably. So she kept going with a sore mouth and jaw. And then it happened, he pulled on the back of her head, pulling her towards the base of his shaft and held her there. His member pulsing inside of her throat until the spasms climaxed with his hot cum being pushed inside of her. His hands relented, no longer holding her in place. But Chloe stayed where she was. She was his to command and his to place where he willed.

Right now, she was a toy for him to play with. And she was where he wanted her to be. Still throbbing, he slowly pulled himself out of her. Chloe could feel him slip out of her, leaving a trail of cum as he retreated. Finally able to breathe around him, she made sure not to gasp for air. Her breathing was heavy, but she wanted him to know that she would have done more, could have been made to go further. That, in fact, she wanted to be pushed past these limits.

"Last week, you failed. And this was part of your punishment."

What did he mean by that? Oh... wait. Now Chloe remembered. She had failed the week before, and he had promised a punishment. Was this the kind of punishment she was going to receive? Was that all there was? Chloe could handle these kinds of punishments. In fact, she smirked a bit as she thought of asking for more. No... Sean had said that this was "part" of the punishment. So there must still be more to come.

Sean stood up and left her kneeling. As he walked away, she turned her head a bit to see where he was headed. He headed over to the closet door and opened it. He looked towards her. Hurriedly, she turned her head back to the bed ahead of her. But she could all but hear a silent chuckle. She knew that he must have seen her looking, but she was disappointed in herself for potentially letting him down. She wanted him to know that she would stay put until told otherwise, but small mistakes like that showed she still had a long way to go.

Chloe could hear him open a drawer and slowly walk back to her. When he was right behind her, he tossed the ankle and wrist cuffs on the bed. She stared at them with anticipation. She knew what he wanted but didn't move. She knew she needed to wait, but she also wanted the "training" to begin again.

"Put them on, and meet me in the closet."

Chloe's body shivered in pent-up excitement. Hurriedly, she grabbed the leather cuffs from the bed and held them close to her chest. Looking at Sean, she saw him walking into the closet. She wondered why he didn't call her out; maybe he was giving her a break, or maybe he knew that a suitable punishment was already coming.

She gingerly took her time putting on all of the straps. This was the first time she had the ability to really look at the cuffs carefully. Chloe became engrossed in the different connections and rings, as well as just how different the leather on the inside was from the outside.

After she finished with the cuffs, Chloe immediately turned on her knees to crawl toward the open closet door. She knew that's what he wanted, that it would be worse for her if she stood without permission. And there he was, standing in front of the mirror. Waiting. Waiting for her. Slowly, but surely, she crossed the distance.

"Get into position."

Following his order was simple. Nothing she hadn't done before, nothing she wouldn't do again. As she sat down on the dildo, she couldn't help but worry; she knew that there was another shoe left hanging in the air. When would it drop?

After locking her into place, he told her, "I'll let you know the second part of your punishment now."

He proceeded to loosen the phone bracket. Chloe began to worry that he was going to push it back even further than before. She was barely able to go far enough down last time; making it harder would be impossible for her. But he didn't move it further back; instead, he moved the bracket forward. Making it easier? Chloe let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief, but she still wondered. What's the punishment?

"You weren't able to complete my challenge. I blame myself. I must have pushed you too far, too fast. So I'm making it easier on you. But that doesn't mean you aren't to blame either, so you'll be making up for your error by doing 200 instead of 100."

200? It won't be that bad, it just means a little more time.

But before she could fully finish her thought, Sean continued, "So... since I'm being so nice and making it easier, you should be able to reach your goal in the same amount of time you had last week."

No... there's no way that she could do 200 in that time. Maybe, she could do 125. Potentially, she could get up to 140 if she went absolutely mental. But 200? That's impossible.

"Oh? What's the matter? Don't think it's possible? Well, too bad. You better do it, or you're going to be getting another punishment."

She looked down, shame plastered over her face.

"Yes, Master."

"Good... now start."

And so she did. Chloe went hard, even going all the way down until her nose touched the screen the first time down. Even with her throat still a bit sore from the blowjob she gave him, she wanted to make him proud. She wanted him to praise her. She wanted him to make her do this, to push her limits of what was possible. To make her capable of doing this and so much more.

After a while, she stopped trying to pay attention to the clock; she only saw the numbers in front of her. Chloe had decided that she would only stop for one of two reasons: when she reached the eventual number of 200, or if he told her to do so.

The number climbed. It went higher and faster than she could ever remember, and with every number, she became hornier. Moving so fast meant that her whole body was moving in sync. Every push down the shaft meant she would have to lift off the ground, and every time she pulled back meant she would push herself back down onto a thick, hard dildo. Every number added was another few inches, another one of her walls being rubbed against. And eventually, she reached 200.

Her mind was fried, her breath ragged, and her body exhausted. But Chloe did it. She looked to him, to see his face, she wanted to see his smile, to see if he was disappointed in her.

He wasn't. Sean just stood there, with a big grin on his face like always, letting her know that everything would be all right, that he was there for her.

"You did great. You did 146 when your time ran out."

Wait... really? That many?

"Thank you, Master."

"You still failed to obey my order," he said while looking down and giving the slightest of disappointing shakes to his head. Then he looked up and said, "But, you did so well that I'm going to let you pick what your new punishment will be."

Sean walked over to the still open drawer and pulled out two items. In one hand, he held a new wider dildo with a suction cup at the bottom, and the other hand held a U-shaped toy she'd never seen before.

"You'll have to choose between a larger dildo or a remote-controlled vibrator."

Chloe looked at both of the new toys. She knew that the dildo would be harder to deal with, that she would need to deal with not only depth but also width if she chose that one. However, she also knew that whatever she picked wouldn't be temporary and that she would be forced to deal with it for a long time.

"Master, I choose the vibrator."

His smile returned as he said, "Well, now that you've chosen, let's see it in action."

Putting down the dildo, he moved closer to her.

"Lift yourself up."

Chloe had almost forgotten that she actually had a dildo inside of her at this very moment. She lifted up off of it, feeling every inch as it slid out of her. Once she was far enough away, he un-suctioned the dildo and put it off to the side. At that point, he moved the U-shaped device closer. Sean took his time playing with her, passing the toy through her lips. After making sure that the toy was slick enough, he inserted it into her, making sure that it couldn't slip out on its own. Toying with her like that had set her off. She wanted to be played with, to be made into something to be fucked.

Pulling out his phone made her a bit scared. While she had done a lot with him over the past few weeks, being photographed by him was still a scary proposition. But soon enough, he turned the phone screen towards her and showed a simple enough looking app. Still exhausted from before, she waited. But then, he turned the phone back around, and out of nowhere, she received a buzz of vibration from inside of her. Nothing excessive, but it was definitely surprising.

Chloe sat there on her knees, still chained in place, her hands behind her back. She felt exposed, she felt used and abused, she felt turned on. The vibrations had been coming off and on again in set waves. Eventually, she moaned. When she looked over her shoulder, softly biting her lip, she saw him sitting on the bench with his leg crossed, looking back at her. He was enjoying this. He enjoyed the moments of suspense mixed with the promise of pleasure. He wanted to see her deal with this feeling that would bring her close but was unlikely to ever allow her to climax.

As the pulses of pleasure continued, she started to gyrate her hips into the vibrations. In response, he chose to change the setting. Waves of constant vibrations started, increasing and then decreasing in intensity in a gentle flow. Ever-shifting pleasure took control of her body.

Every time she would seem to get into the groove of the setting, he would change it to something else. Doing so always made it harder for her to climax.Eventually Sean turned it all the way up to a constant buzz and left it there. She begged him to stop, that the pleasure was too much for her. But after about 30 seconds of the most intense vibrations she'd ever felt inside of her, he stopped. He cut it off completely and all at once.

It took her a little while to realize that he had unclipped her from the rings. When she realized that she was free, she moved off the platform. She turned to him, and in her delirium, she crawled. She needed to move to him, to be with him, to ask him.

"Please, Master, please," she begged.

"Please what, my pet?"

She got to his leg and wrapped herself around it before asking, "Let me please you. Let me show you how much you mean to me, what I'm willing to do for you. Please, Master, I am yours, now and always."

All she felt was a hand touch her cheek and lift it up so they could look into each other's eyes.

"Good. And don't you forget it."

They both closed in for a kiss. Not a dry and simple kiss, but a wet and wide one. She used more tongue than she realized, and he held her tighter than he should have, but when they came up for air, they both knew that their feelings for each other were mutual.

She knew that he wasn't just stringing her along. She had spent more than a few hours worrying that he would eventually stop training her, that he would find someone else to train. But if that happened, she'd never be able to find someone like him, she wouldn't know where to start. She technically knew how to ask, she just didn't want to have to ask. None of her past boyfriends would have been able to take charge like he has. None of them would have been able to make her submit, make her want to submit. She would never have been theirs, not like she was his. He knew what she wanted, he knew what she expected, and he delivered. Every time.