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Hello! If you're just tuning in, Beltane is a story that crosses into many different fetishes and dynamics. Two staples you can expect pretty much throughout are gentle femdom and cumplay, but also included are cuckqueaning, piss, maledom, f on m cnc, breeding, and a smattering of more mild things like anal, deepthroat, facesitting, and fishnets. There are also some themes of occultism, ritual, and magic that are less overt and more true to life than fantasy. Beltane has been, and is, an exercise in incorporating and moving between these things rather than leaning on just one. If you're looking for any of these things individually in abundance, this may not be your favorite story. But if you're on board for some twists, turns, bodily fluids, and a pagan fucktacular bacchanal across a variety of kinks, well...
Enjoy!
-TheDaggerAndTheCup
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And there she was. She had changed up her aesthetic quite a bit, from mostly black and grey to a mix of black, white, and neon pink. She was wearing a pair of thin, pink, skin-tight tights. They had oval-shaped holes running up the outer sides of her thighs, through which I could see she was wearing black fishnets underneath. The fabric was thin enough that I could see the grid pattern of the fishnets underneath. I could also tell she was not wearing underwear. She had a loose-fitting white crop top on. I could see that the fishnets covered more than just her legs, as the wide chain link pattern trailed up her stomach and disappeared under the shirt. Her crop top was low-cut, and I noticed (aside from the fact that she was not wearing a bra, as usual) that the fishnets came up above her tits, but ended in a stretchy band under her arms. It was a full-blown bodystocking.
She had a thick leather collar on, but not the one I had seen in her room. This one was broad, made of bright pink leather, and on the front of it, covering her throat, there were large blocky metal letters attached that read 'W H O R E'. The 'O' was a metal ring attached by an eyelet that dangled free, where she had clipped a long chain attached to a leather handle, which she was holding out. Her leash. She wore pink open-toed heels, through which I could see she had painted all of her nails pink. Her hair was up in a ponytail, long strands falling free and framing her face. In her other hand she had a fabric tote bag that looked to be full of god-knows-what. Toys? Regular clothes? I wasn't sure.
"Hello little lady," I said, taking her leash. She was beaming.
"Sir," she said simply.
"Did you drive over here dressed like this?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, sir."
I looked around, double checking no one else on the floor was leaving their apartments. I lifted up her shirt to get a look at her tits. Somehow it had escaped my attention that she was wearing her nipple clamps. They were alligator clamps that she had attached vertically to her areolas under her nipple piercings, forcing her nipples to stick out even further than they already did through the gaps in the fishnets. The chain between them dangled and swung ever so gently. I grabbed onto it.
"Let's get started," I said, pulling on the chain. A look of pain and surprise came over her face as she gasped. I pulled harder, leading her by her nipples into the apartment. I held the leash slack in my hand as I pulled her along. I remembered our conversation from a few nights prior, when in the course of discussing fetishes she had told me that as a sub she liked pain, but as a dom she didn't. I intended to put that to use against her.
"Fuck, you look good," I said, looking her over once I had her in the living room. I wasn't sure how much of her clothing I wanted her to take off, it was already such a slutty outfit. "What am I gonna do with you, huh?" I looked her up and down, pulling at the nipple clamps with a few sharp tugs and smacking her incredible ass. She gasped and moaned. "And what do you have in here, huh? Is this for me to use on you?"
"I brought some toys for you to play with me with," she said. I noticed her slipup immediately, pulling the chain between the clamps and slapping her ass again, hard. "SIR!" She added, quickly realizing her mistake. I could already tell how I was going to dom her. It wasn't going to be caring and soft, the way she was with me. I was going to be stern. I would discipline her, and I would use her. I could tell already that was what she wanted.
"That's a good girl." I reached up to her face, slapping it lightly once and then grabbing her by the throat. "I want you to get on your knees while I look through what you brought me."
She smiled and nodded. "Yes sir!"
She did as I told, looking up at me hopefully. She clearly wanted to suck my cock, but I wasn't going to give her what she wanted so easily. I took the chain connecting the clamps and held it up to her mouth. "Hold this," I said. She opened her mouth and took it in her teeth. Her hands gravitated to her back, where she crossed them.
"Good girl," I said. I let her leash fall and stepped on the handle, a reminder that I hadn't forgotten about it. Then I picked up the bag. Before opening it I pulled down my shorts, letting my half-hard cock pop out in her face. She looked at it, then back at me. "Patience, patience," I said. I took a half step forward, picking it up and laying it on her face. With my whole package resting on her and her awaiting instructions, I opened the bag. There were some day clothes inside, as well as a roll of what looked like black duct tape, a ball gag, a small paddle, a bottle of silicone lubricant, her hitachi vibrator, and a box with a lid. I set down the bag, removing the box and opening it. Inside were the five butt plugs I had seen already, and a sixth, even larger one. I looked down at her. I knew what I was going to do next.
"Let's take this top off. Drop that chain," I said. She did as she was told, the shirt falling back over her tits. I squatted down to her level, taking the shirt by the hem and lifting it against her skin so that her tits flopped out in unison, bouncing with the weight of the chain pulling on them. She moaned softly. She put her hands up and I took the shirt off, admiring her tits through the fishnets. I took them in my hands and kneaded them together, feeling the softness of her. I pulled the chain up suddenly, making her gasp again, then dropped it, watching her tits bobble. I slapped the one and then the other, making a light pink mark on each. I grabbed her by the throat again. "Are you ready to become my fucking whore?"
"Mmmm, yess Sir." She almost slurred it. "I want you to use me."
"What if I want to fuck your ass?"
"Please, sir, please fuck my ass."
"What if I don't let you come?"
She looked a little perturbed. "If you decide I shouldn't come, then I shouldn't come," she said, sheepishly.
"And why is that?" I asked, genuinely curious to hear her defend herself. This would tell me a lot about the role she saw herself in.
"Because you know what's best for me, Sir. I'm a toy for you to use however you want. My job is to serve you."
The dynamic had swung far more than I had prepared myself for. I wasn't sure if I was ready to deal out the level of domination she wanted. My best hope was to ladle the punishment on and keep her wanting more.
"I'm going to test your dedication. Do you understand that, slut?"
"Yes Sir," she said.
"But don't worry. If you do well, I will reward you."
"Mmf- yes, Sir." She wiggled, closing her legs. Her pussy was agitated.
"You need some stimulation, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir, pleASE, Sir." The 'please' came out like genuine pleading.
"Bend over, slut. Put your face on the ground."
"Yes, Sir," she responded dutifully, complying. Her great round ass stuck up. She kept her hands behind her back. It was clear she had been dominated before and understood the game. If she had forgotten her hands and moved them I would have punished her for it. She knew not to do anything I didn't instruct her to specifically.
I pulled down her leggings, secretly delighted to see her beautiful holes again. The fishnets were crotchless and half of her ass or so was uncovered. I spread her cheeks and admired her pussy and ass. Her asshole clenched and gaped slightly. It looked in need of a cock. Her pussy was as wet as usual, a runny drip of grool migrating to her clit already. I laid my cock against it, rubbing my shaft against her lips and asshole. She mewled.
"Do you want this cock in your pussy?"
"Yes S-," she started excitedly, hesitating. "Only if you want to give it to me, Sir."
"That's a good slut. You're not ready for cock yet, least of all in your pussy."
Watching my cock glide over her was almost too tempting. I pushed the head of my naked cock against the narrow opening of her needy pussy, teasing her (and myself). She moaned softly. I grabbed the roll of tape from the bag she had brought. It was like duct tape, but didn't seem quite as sticky. The outside surface was more of a stretchy pvc material. I pulled out a short length and ripped it free. With my hand, I wiped away much of the grool that had accumulated on her hairless vulva and slapped the tape over her pussy, from the opening to the clit.
"We have other things to take care of first," I said. "If you're good for me, you'll get cock. If you're even better, you'll get cum." I slapped her pussy again, harder, focusing on the clit.
"ooOOOooh..." she moaned. Her hips gyrated in a purely reflexive reaction to the intense stimulation.
