 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
The night had been fun, chatting with friends, watching play but she was horny. She'd worn the stockings, the lacy knickers, the corset and she wanted to play. He walked past her again and she blushed. He'd caught her eye earlier but clearly had no interest in her as he'd looked away each time thereafter. She sighed and made her way to the cafe area.
"Hi" she said to her friends and then settled down, accepting there would be no play for her tonight.
Even when he sat down and joined them, she assumed nothing.
"Had a good night?" she asked him, determined not to blush but just to talk to him.
"Not bad, had a little play earlier but still not really had the chance to try out my new toy."
"New toy?"
He pulled out a long dragon cane and ran his fingers over it.
"Hmmm, impressive." She smiled.
"Thanks. I have a collection of canes but this is a new one, not yet been tested."
She took a moment to breathe and took a chance, "Maybe I can help?"
For the first time, he really looked at her. "No need to be polite. I can wait."
A voice in her head told her that's a brush off, he's not interested, but she persisted, "It wasn't a polite offer. If you want to try it out, let's find a room now and see how it feels."
He smiled, "I would very much like to take you up on that offer. Now?" He stood and picked up the cane.
Picking up her bag, she followed him, not quite believing that her bravery had worked out.
They went to a public but quiet room. Not many people around at this time of night. He seemed nervous too. They looked around and at each other. They smiled.
"Let's pick a piece of equipment then." she suggested, glancing about and finding a frame she could hold on to and walking to it.
"I could tie you up to that," he offered but she declined. She had only just met him and didn't want to be tied up. Not that she didn't enjoy being restrained but he was a stranger. A stranger she was going to let cane her bottom but nothing more.
"So, how shall we test it?"
Her reply was a little sharp due to nerves and thankfully he wasn't put off. "Clearly my bottom would be the logical place. Just one or two strokes should be enough to test it." She was starting to wonder if she was doing the right thing.
He stepped back and said, "Legs apart" and ran the cane slowly over her bottom and thighs, appreciating the twitch of her muscles. "Have you been caned before then?"
She nodded, "Yes but I have a low pain threshold and can't take a lot. So, I'm a little nervous."
He moved closer, "What's your safe word?"
"Red."
"Good, just a few strokes should do it then you think?"
"Yep, should be tested by then."
He nodded, "You will need to remove those knickers though."
Her head turned to look at him, "Really?"
"Yes, really."
As she removed them she began to feel even more vulnerable. Just a corset, stockings and heels. A small slip of material, the removal of which seemed to suddenly change the feel of this cane testing. She started to feel more nervous, her eyes following him as he stepped back.
"Legs apart please."
She looked at him and he made no move to force her but merely waited patiently. Her face flushed and she opened her thighs, heat suffusing her body as she did.
She licked her lips as he ran the cane over her thighs and bottom.
"Just the bottom we agreed."
"I know. Keep still."
Thwap!
The first stroke hit her and her sharp intake of breath seemed loud in the room. "Fuck."
As soon as the sting had gone, the heat began. He watched her throughout, noting her reactions and waited. Waited till she composed herself again. Waited till she made eye contact, and saw his desire.
Thwap!
"Oh, fuck"
The sting was intense and he was accurate. So close to the last strike it almost felt on top. Her knees buckled a little and she desperately wanted to close her thighs. She didn't look at him this time as she slowed her breathing and stood up straight once more, her body more alive than it had been all night.
Thwap!
She didn't swear this time but seemed to hold her breath, tears coming to her eyes, hands gripping the cool metal frame and pressing her thighs together.
"Open them."
She shook her head.
He stepped closer and quietly informed her, "I can smell your wet cunt from here. Open your legs so I can cane you again."
"Oh." She couldn't look at him. His assessment of her correct. She didn't think her legs would hold her up but tried regardless, tried to keep her hips still. Standing up tall she opened her legs as he'd requested.
"One last strike. I think that will be enough." He ran the long cane across her welted cheeks and she quivered. "I know what you want. I can smell it and see it." He pressed his groin against her. She could feel his desire too. "One last time, yes?"
He stepped back and...thwap!
Her knees buckled and she cried out, no longer holding it in, her arms the only things holding her upright.
He watched and put the cane down. Waiting for her to compose herself. Slowly she stood again, legs closed this time. He put a hand on her shoulder, "Thank you."
She just stared at him. He wasn't fucking going to leave her in this state was he? The disbelief showed in her eyes.
"You only wanted a few strokes. Is there something else you'd like?" he asked innocently.
She closed her eyes, wondering how she was still managing to blush after all that, and licked her lips and nodded.
He waited.
She didn't speak.
"If that's all you want, we can go and sit back down now."
Glaring at him, aroused and indignant, she found her voice, "I think you know bloody well that's not all I want now."
He waited as he saw the war on her face, leaving her to ask for what she wanted.
Unable to look at him she stared at the wall, "I'd like you to cane me some more and then I'd really like you to fuck me hard."
His hand turned her face towards him, "Look at me when you ask me for something."
If looks could have killed, he would have been flat on the floor out cold.
Shaking, she spoke again, "Please cane me some more and please fuck me hard."
He gave her a little peck on the lips, "Of course, what a lady wants, a lady gets."
She laughed, an edge of desperation before taking a little control back, "We need to move to another piece of equipment, I, erm, my legs won't hold me up."
He nodded and she leaned over the bench, almost on tiptoes, her bottom fully exposed. He stood behind her and only ran a single finger along the welts. "Just five more strokes but I want you to count them and say thank you."
She swore as she heard his words and felt another wave run through her body, "Yes...sir." He had the measure of her.
True to his word, he only struck her five times with the cane. Each one careful, unhurried, accurate. Each time her knees buckling and her need to be fucked getting more urgent. When he stopped it was a relief but it was torture.
"So, I know what you want. Remind me."
His hand was rough on her bottom as he squeezed and she winced, "Ow! You know what I want."
"Yes, but I want to hear you say it again."
"Git."
"Yes, now say it again."
She took a deep breath and told him, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to bend me over and fuck me."
"Ok" his voice happy and lighthearted, he picked up his cane and walked off.
"What the...?" she began, then grabbed her knickers and followed him through the club, not caring who saw.
He found a quiet room and locked the door. Privacy.
"Kneel."
She did as told and he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock and looked at her, "Well?"
"Erm, I don't really want to suck it."
"What do you want?"
She looked down, feeling a little insecure now, "I want you to fuck me."
An expression washed over his face and it was his turn to look embarassed, "I don't have a condom, I wasn't expecting this."
She dived for her bag, "I have condoms, always carry some."
She ripped the packet open and passed it one to him and watched as he rolled it tightly on.
"Well, stand up then"
She stood and began to kick her heels off, "No, keep them on."
The shift from controlled gentleman to predator was instantaneous. He pushed her down over the nearest piece of equipment, both of them trying to find the right angle and height and suddenly he pressed and she screamed. Oh fuck. He pushed his way in, pain and pleasure as his hips slammed into her bottom, igniting the welts and stretching her dripping cunt.
"Shut up!" he ordered and she tried to be quiet but each thrust left her crying out.
He grabbed her hair and dragged her in front of the mirrored wall, "Look at yourself slut, look in the fucking mirror." His face no longer composed either as they fucked hard. Her hands grabbing for purchase on the mirror, as he grabbed her hair and then neck, arching her back until he had his arm tight around her neck. Ramming into her as she cried out in pleasure and he told her exactly how slutty he thought she was and put his hand over her mouth as he fucked faster and faster, her face now pressed against the mirror as he held her there with each thrust, words blurring, hard and fast, hard, and, fast, until he came and she could barely breathe or think only feel her body floating. As he let her down to her knees, her whole body shook and she slumped against his trembling legs.
"Fuck"
She wasn't sure which of them said it. Both were feeling it.
He stroked her face and knelt down too, kissing her tenderly, "Thank you."
She grinned, "No, thank you."
They sat for a moment, until he started to move, tidy up for the next person.
She composed herself as best she could, brain not working fully. Somehow she got her knickers back on and followed him to a side room with cushions and comfy chairs. She sat curled up beside him, unsure whether to cuddle him or not. He stroked her back and they sat in silence for a while.
"That was amazing."
They nodded.
"I think your cane has been tested now." she said.
"Yes, it seemed to do the job."
For a while longer they sat and she stopped shaking and realised she was thirsty, "Shall we get a drink?"
He nodded and offered her his arm. They went back to the social area, her friends grinning at her. "Have fun."
She blushed, glanced at him, "Yes". |
'Twas a different place, now called Underworld.
Flames