These vignettes are once again dedicated to AB: Your love, insight, and strength mean the world to me.
*****
A Price (birthday gift)
I wake up early. It's been a restless night. You teased me mercilessly last night. Whispering all the dirty things you want me to do to you today while edging me ever so closely to orgasm. Never over the edge though. Never. I spent hours like that - with a throbbing erection and a desperation for release.
Now here I am. It is my birthday and I can have my way with you. I can worship your glorious sex to my heart's content and fuck you madly until midnight. But there's a price to be paid. Once I orgasm, my time is up and you will give me an intense flogging once an hour, every hour until midnight. The longer I hold out, the less I am hit. You get to watch me face the conundrum and suffer on either end. "Win, win!" you told me through a radiant smile when you announced my birthday present the evening before.
*****
Punishment
"I want you to know you are being punished not because you did anything wrong but rather because I want you punished. In fact, you've been quite well behaved. It's irrelevant. You understand, my dear?"
"I do." I reply from my knees before you.
You hand me a note, tell me to leave, and to open the note in two hours.
I read the note nervously at the appointed time and then make haste to the included address as per your instructions.
I knock and wait. Five minutes. Then ten. Your note contains the simple message, 'patience' below the time and address.
The door finally opens and I step in. I keep my eyes down and my hands behind my back. Her black boots are mannish and make little noise on the hardwood floors as she circles me. I have no idea who I am standing before. I have become so accustomed to the click of your stilettos that the absence of that sound is glaring.
After several silent laps around me she settles behind me. She grabs my right ear and twists it roughly in a manner that forces me to double over, bowed at the waist and then turns me to face her.
"Undress." Her tone is serious.
It is awkward to disrobe in the bent over position but with time I am able to do so. I sense it is better to be deliberate and certain rather than rushed and error prone. My ear throbs as she maintains her tight grip. I remain held in that position for several minutes even after I am fully nude and this act of dominance causes me to become obviously excited.
My back begins to ache from the forced bow. I kneel gratefully on her instruction.
"Look at me."
I look up and finally see the stranger. She is striking but in an unconventional manner. Stocky with closely cropped hair that highlights her round face. She is wearing a wife-beater tanktop, low hung jeans, and combat boots. This is a world away from Your elegance and beauty.
"My name is Yoko. You will not see Mistress again until I tell her you have completed your punishment."
I nod. I knew this was going to be hard. I'm accustomed to suffering for You but with You there is grace, beauty, and love that distract from the pain. Yoko is not ugly but her eyes are cold and she holds no affection for me. I know that is what You want me to experience.
Yoko leaves the room only to come back with a bullwhip. She slides the rough leather over my skin.
"Have you been whipped before?"
"Not with one of those." I reply respectfully. I feel myself getting anxious.
She points at the lone chair in the large, empty room and tells me to kneel before it. I sense her walking away from me. I never hear the whip until it cracks into my back. The pain is overwhelming. I gasp and struggle to regain my breath. A line of searing pain persists and I feel faint. My mouth becomes dry and I feel a chill as my body becomes covered in a cold sweat.
Yoko walks behind me and pulls my head back.
"That was to show you. You need ten more before you see Mistress again. If you ask for mercy I will stop, but if I stop you will leave here and I cannot tell you when I will bother to see you again."
A lump forms in my throat and I struggle to force words out. I manage to look into Yoko's eyes and in barely more than a whisper I beg, "please do them all now. please... please... please..."
Yoko's eyes lighten momentarily. More surprisingly, I hear someone approaching from the back of the room, walking with a familiar cadence.
I feel Your hand on my head wresting control of it from Yoko. In one motion, You sit in the chair in front of me, spread your legs, and pull me in. There are no offending undergarments underneath your dress.
"I'll give you something to do while completing you punishment!" You say gleefully.
*****
Iris
I walk to the door a little nervous. I am excited but I know you will be accompanied by another Dominant and I know you will test me to show her how well you have trained me. I know you will beat me for her amusement and I am determined to make you proud of me. I need to show her how dearly I will suffer to have the privilege of kneeling before you.
You answer the door and bring me in. We embrace and kiss. It feels so good to see you again. You tell me to stay in the foyer and to close my eyes. I do as you say and immediately feel your absence.
A short while later I hear footsteps coming to me. I believe it is you. I keep my eyes shut as instructed even though I am tempted to peek. You touch me lightly all over my body. My head, my arms, my back, my groin. I sink into a trance broken only by the sound of another approaching. I've been told her name is Iris. She walks behind me and I am sandwiched between two bodies. She begins to touch me lightly as well. The heat from you and her envelop me. My excitement grows and every so often is met by a hand tracing its outline through my pants. You begin to kiss my neck, to suck on my ear. The other joins in and the sensation is incredible. Both of you giggle and I hear the two of you kissing each other over my shoulder. You both lean further into me in order to taste each other and I am overwhelmed. I force myself to keep my eyes closed.
Eventually, you two part and leave me. You come back to me and I undress on your instructions. Soon I am brought into the bedroom and shackled by both wrists to the windowsill. I am facing forward into a window with only a thin drape hiding me from the eyes of hundreds of busy New Yorkers on the street, several floors below. The drape hides me but I feel tremendously exposed. I hear Iris come into the room. I have yet so actually see her. She sits on the bed behind me so that she remains out of sight. Iris begins to read aloud from the first vignette I wrote for you.
It is surreal hearing my own words read back to me by a stranger while bound and vulnerable. I am taken back to the moment when I first truly understood I was meant to be under you.
I position myself and wait. As the vignette ends I hear your footsteps. Soon, I hear your flogger flying through the air. Then I feel your flogger on me. The pain escalates as you beat me. I do not flinch. I do not yell or cry. I remain as silent as possible and keep myself positioned as your ready target.
Every so often, you slow down and stop. You approach me and I feel your hand caress the welts on my back. I can sense Iris' rapt attention and your approval but, but, but, I know more is coming. The beating continues for several more rounds. As I am sure I am nearing my limit I feel you stop and hear you set down the flogger. I feel a reprieve but it is short lived. Iris begins to hit my behind with a riding crop. The pain is completely different. You let her beat me for a short while before taking the crop from her. You land ten consecutive strikes on my behind with your full strength. The pain is unbearable but I bear it. You embrace me and release my wrists afterwards. I see pride and pleasure in your face and feel deep happiness even as my back and ass ache from your handiwork.
You grab a metal rod from a side table and lead me to the bed. I catch a glimpse of Iris for the first time and she is as beautiful as you had warned me. You sit on the foot of the bed and place the metal rod at your feet. I know my fate immediately and feel grateful I will be allowed to taste you even if from a most painful position. I kneel on the bar and lean forward to kiss you sex. It is glorious. Suddenly, I feel Iris approach me from behind. She embraces me and leans into me with all her weight. The force pushes my knees much harder onto the metal rod. I ignore the pain and follow your commands as I strive to bring you to orgasm.
Eventually, you scoot further back in the bed and instruct me to look in your eyes so you can see the pain in my face as I finally straighten my knees. A wickedly beautiful smile lights up your face as you watch my pain manifest. I get back to work pleasing you. You are now lying back on the bed while I am kneeling at its foot. I feel your excitement slowly build up as you exert your power over me to an audience of one.
I am suddenly distracted by the sound of a condom packet being opened behind me. My mind races and I wonder if I will get to fuck Iris in front of you. The answer comes quickly as I feel cold lubricant placed on my asshole and Iris' legs opening mine up. She pushes in and enters quickly. She never asks me for permission and gives no warning. She knows my ass is yours and that you have given it to her. She begins to fuck me. It is uncomfortable but I know I will take it for you. The whole scene is still so overwhelming that my erection continues to jut out obscenely and I can feel myself leaking. Iris reaches down to grab my erection intermittently, not to pleasure me but as though to signal to all of us my desperate need to submit to you. She grabs my erection to remind me I belong here, serving you.
Iris fucks me harder and harder and her motion has my mouth and fingers bucking into your sex. You tease me that it feels as though Iris is fucking you through me. Your excitement builds further and your words spur Iris to ram into me as hard as she can. My mouth and fingers work feverishly and soon I am rewarded with the crescendo leading to your climax. I beg to be allowed to swallow your cum. I beg. I feel I need it so badly. You let me and I delight in swallowing all of you.
Moments later, Iris is lying on the bed next to you - the two of you relaxed and sated while I am crazed and primal. I crawl up on top of you and kiss you. My legs spread yours open and you feel my cock at your sex pleading for entry. You laugh and tell Iris that I think I'm going to be allowed to fuck you tonight. You two tease me as I plead and then you set your terms. If I can convince Iris to allow me to fuck you, I may. I beg her. I beg her. Over and over. I tell her how I will do anything. I tell her how desperately I love to kneel before you, to taste you, to fuck you, to be fucked by you, to lick your ass. I can feel my cock slowly slide into you as my arguments begin to win her over. As soon as Iris says yes, I am inside and bucking into you. You provoke me, yelling at me to fuck harder and faster. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. I have one hand on your shoulder and the other on Iris' head as I lose all sense. Your words sink into me and compel me to fuck animalistically even as I wish to slow down to prolong the incredible pleasure. Your words, your commands are too much and my explosion slides me into a delirious state.
