Chapter 3
Before I leave the bathroom, there's a final order: "There's a mask hanging from the doorknob. Put it on. You'll be able to follow the light, even if you can't see well enough to make out a face."
My fingers are slippery and struggle to tie the mask on.
No. I struggle because this additional surrender excites me even more. Some of the most erotic sexy times I've shared with you have been when you've masked me. Actually, the first time you turned me on was shortly after I started modeling for you, when I was still married to Blake and working on my Ph.D. I definitely hadn't thought about any kind of power exchange relationship, any kind of kink at all. I'd already let you talk me into a few some nude shots, but you always kept it professional. I should have known I'd fall in love with you then. You made it so easy to trust you and so fun to push boundaries, but never made me feel you were sexualizing me. Blake was excited by the idea of other men looking at me, and his excitement turned me one when we'd look at the photos. I knew I had an exhibitionist side, despite my shyness, but I never felt sexual with you. God, I would have quit immediately if I did.
Then we did that shot where you had me put on a blindfold while you took photos of me tasting things. Honey, hot sauce, vinegar. It wasn't erotic in the I-must-touch-myself way, but I had the sense I've had sense arriving here in this billionaire apartment. That erotic tension. The suspense...the surrender. I couldn't even admit the feelings I had then. I can't deny them now.
I know he's watching as I put on the mask. I know he sees me lick my lips. Has he seen those photos? Does he imagine I'm tasting honey? I'm going to taste him soon. I suck my lip in. The idea should horrify me.
It turns me on. Fuck. This bastard is winning. Winning completely, absolutely. Mi Amor, lo siento. Lo siento.
With the mask on, I turn back to the bathroom mirrors. The lace obscures my vision, but I can still see the blurry outline of things, cut across with thick black lines. I can't see my nipples or even make out my lips or eyes on my face, but I have a sense of what I look like. Black boots. Shiny flesh above. I look like somebody anyone would want to fuck.
When I return to the room, I can make out a figure in a chair, the same man, assumably, but with the mask on, he could have changed with somebody else. Perhaps he did. I can imagine him paying somebody to be a face, misleading me.
The voice that instructs me is the same. "To to the table, the one with the toys."
If it weren't next to the amazing Sauron Chair you designed, I might struggle to find it, but that mastiff of a chair is easy to spot, even in a black-on-black room like this.
I expect him to tell me to put on the handcuffs, but instead he directs me to anal beads. The balls are huge, the size of golf balls or bigger, alternating with ones half the diameter--the size I'd want. It's far too long for pleasure. Perhaps too long even for punishment.
I hold it up by the ring at the end, showing how it extends longer than my hand and forearm. "I can't fit this inside."
"One at a time. Turn around so I can see. I'll tell you to stop."
The first bead, a small one, pops past my sphincter easily, pleasurably. "Enough?" I ask, biting my lip.
"Don't ask. I'll tell you."
I have to use some pressure to get the next ball in, the golf ball sized one. It hurts slightly, but mostly it feels good. Sexy. It's not quite the soft-hard feeling of a cock, but remarkably close. I don't slow down as the next bead goes it, but I savor the next ball. I've never put anal beads up my ass, just dildos and plugs, all shorter than this, but it's good.
Then then it's not. I grimace and pull the beads back before I get to the next bead.
"That's enough. Get the collar from the table...no, not that one." He says as I reach for the tall leather collar you had made. "That's for play. Next to it. That's for real."
I put it on. He doesn't have to ask me to get on my knees. I know what he wants. I offer him the handle to the chain. This isn't for play. This is for real.
"Very good, Madeline. Now, hold out your other hand. Bring it towards me so your wedding ring shows. I want a keepsake you can show your husband."
