BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 21

Anna clung to her Master’s arm. The plug in her bottom made walking feel strange.

“Lovely ass. Well done, Jensen.”

Master Jensen acknowledged the other Dom’s comment with a nod. Anna blushed, but she kept walking. He’d decided that it was time to go back to their room. As before, he’d given her the chance to walk there, but if the plug started to come out, she’d have to ask to crawl. She doubted the massive plug currently filling her would come out, but it was turning out to be a slow walk.

She was completely naked, her abused ass on display, the black “A” still marking her breast. Master Jensen had allowed her to hold his arm, since she felt unsteady on her feet, but he didn’t let her turn into him, wouldn’t let her hide from the people who walked past. She knew he did that for her.

While yesterday he’d seemed to enjoy putting her on display, now he had returned to his normal attitude, which involved wanting no one but himself to see her stripped bare both emotionally and physically. He tensed every time someone came near them, and his right hand fisted when someone commented on her body or the plug. He forced her to parade through Las Palmas in order to remind her of her submission, and to allow her to display her marks and bruises.

When they reached their room, Jensen swept her up into his arms, carrying her in and laying her gently on the bed.

“Are you alright, Master?”

“I didn’t beat the crap out of anyone.”

“Very grown up of you.”

He grunted. “Roll over.”

Anna rolled onto her belly. He touched her hip and she drew her knees up under her, presenting her ass. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Turn and put your knees on the side of the bed.”

She adjusted her position, grabbing fistfuls of the duvet to hold herself in place.

Two fingers entered her pussy and Anna arched her neck, moaning. The plug was so large, her pussy so tight, that his fingers felt as thick as his cock.

He grunted. “I don’t think I can fuck you with that thing in.”

Despite the wild orgasm of half an hour ago, Anna was aroused again. “Please, Master.” She didn’t care how full she was, she wanted his cock inside her.

He tried to fit a third finger into her and Anna hissed as sharp pain shot through her.

“I have a better idea.” Jensen’s fingers disappeared, to be replaced by his tongue on her clit. He licked and sucked the bundle of nerves, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm.

She moaned, thrusting her pussy back against his face. “Master, please, please,” she begged.

He grasped the base of the plug, tugging it in time to his tongue’s movements over her clit. The added stimulation had her gasping and withering. One knee slid off the bed and Master Jensen paused long enough to help her reposition so she lay with her belly flat on the mattress, her toes braced on the floor.

“How does that feel?” His fingers danced over her clit, sliding easily through the wet folds of her pussy.

“Good, so good.”

“Concentrate on my fingers on your clit.”

The plug moved inside her. She felt the tips of his fingers against her anus as he grasped the base. He pulled, nearly lifting her off the bed.

“Master…”

“Concentrate on your clit.”

Around and around his fingers went, occasionally slipping deep into her pussy. The pressure on her ass increased as he continued to tug, timing the pulls to the spasms of her sex. Anna’s hips rose and fell. She couldn’t, wouldn’t stop the instinctive movement, the helpless thrusts that showed him exactly how much she wanted him, how much she wanted to be fucked.

Pain shot through her as the widest part of the plug pulled free. Anna slid forward, straining to escape the plug entirely, but he didn’t let her. Her master held it in place, keeping her ass stretched and open.

“Master, master!”

“This ass is mine.”

She shuddered. “Yes, Master.”

A stroke to her clit sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, all the stronger because of the pain. Anna raked the bed with her nails, sobbing with arousal. Jensen pulled the anal plug all the way out in one fell swoop. Her anus clenched tight. Her ass felt empty, but not for long.

Master Jensen’s cock slid into her. Anna’s breath hissed as he pressed deep into her, his hips rubbing her abused butt cheeks.

“You’re going to come for me, Anna. You’re going to come for me while I fuck your ass.”

She wanted to tell him that she couldn’t. Wanted to tell him that the pain and discomfort she felt were stronger than the pleasure. She needed clit or pussy stimulation to orgasm.

Those would have been lies. As he fucked her ass, his hips mercilessly slapping the butt he’d paddled only hours ago, the orgasm built in her belly. This time Anna recognized it, and could identify the pleasure from the anal fucking, so different and yet similar to what she was used to.

“Master, please…”

“Come, Anna.”

She screamed, arching her neck. He leaned down and bit her shoulder as she came, his cock planted firmly in her ass.

Anna’s head dropped down onto the bed, her arms and legs trembling. Jensen pulled out and Anna crawled up onto the bed, curling up into a satisfied ball. She heard him moving around and then the mattress dipped.

“Come here, Anna.”

He was sitting at the head of the bed, back propped up by pillows. His cock rose proudly, the veins standing out sharply. He hadn’t come, which meant that he wasn’t done with her. She crawled toward him, licking her lips in anticipation of taking him in her mouth.

“On my lap.”

She looked up in surprise, but obeyed. Straddling his thighs, she held herself up, her dripping pussy barely an inch above the swollen head of his cock. He plumped her breasts, then flicked her nipples until they were erect pink buds. He showed her the nipple clamps he’d hidden next to his leg. They

were simple screw clamps. Licking her lips, she cupped and lifted her breasts, moaning in pleasure as he closed the clamps over her nipples, tightening them just a bit.

“Beautiful.”

“Mmm, thank you, Master.”

“You’re ready for another orgasm, aren’t you?” He fingered her pussy.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He took two pairs of cuffs from under the pillow behind him.

Anna narrowed her eyes, wondering what else he was hiding. He locked one side of a set around each wrist, leaving the other cuffs dangling.

“Lock the cuffs to the headboard behind me.”

Anna leaned forward, her captured nipples rubbing his shoulders. He kissed her neck and chest as she locked the cuffs around the vertical slats of the headboard. The cuffs had a longer than normal connecting chain, and she was able to lean back enough to look into his eyes. She expected a grin, but his face was serious.

“We have one more item on our list.”

Anna realized what was about to happen the instant before he looped a thin white scarf around her neck. The ends dangled against her back.

“Master, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be.” He touched her face. “I’m going to apply just enough pressure to restrict, but not truly cut off, your breath.” He adjusted the loop of fabric that circled her neck. “This is about pleasure, not pain.”

She dropped her forehead to his. Her safe word hovered on her lips. He held completely still, letting her come to terms with this. A too-hard paddling would result in bruises and maybe a blood blister. Asphyxiation was something much different, and much more serious.

He’d protected her, used her, pushed her to her limits. She’d trusted him with everything else, and she’d trust him now.

Anna leaned back, then nodded once.

“Fuck yourself on my cock.”

Anna sank down onto his thick length. After a few strokes, she forgot everything but the delicious fullness of his cock in her pussy. She loved looking at him as she rode him, it made her feel like a harem girl, who lived to pleasure her sultan. She rocked her hips, then lifted herself until he almost slipped out, only to sink down again. Her eyes closed, her head fell back. The clamps on her nipples added delicious pressure to the sensitive buds.

The scarf tightened around her throat.