Extreme Submission: Stories of Sex on the Edge (2 page)

"It's perfect on you.  Now sit on the bed, I'm not quite done with our anniversary celebration."  Jessica
took a seat on the edge of the bed, and Owen slipped a leather blindfold over her head.  She smiled, knowing something wonderful always followed when he used the blindfold on her.  "I'm not binding your hands or feet this time, but I want you to lie on your stomach and remain totally still.  Don't move a muscle."  Jessica nodded and scooted up onto the bed, positioning herself face down directly in the center of the mattress.  She breathed in the pleasant aroma of the leather blindfold, and she smiled to herself as she reflected on what a wonderful day it has been thus far.  She couldn't wait to see what came next.

Jessica
heard him walk across the room, and a few moments later she felt him sit down next to her and felt his hands caressing her shoulders, back, and ass.  "I'm going to mark you as mine," he whispered as he ran his hands through her thick hair, pulling it to the side to reveal the blank canvas of her back.  "Let me know if this is too much for you, but you're such a good girl, I'm pretty sure you can handle it."

Jessica drew in a deep breath as she felt a cold, sharp metal object glide across her shoulder.  It almost tickled,
then suddenly the tickle became a burning, surprising sensation as the blade penetrated her skin.  She felt it cutting into her, and the blade paused, then curved to the left.  The pain began to fully register, and she gasped audibly.  He stopped briefly, massaging her with his free hand and giving her a chance to protest.  When she didn't, he continued.  Jessica had wondered for a while what it would feel like to be cut; she'd never had a tattoo, and she was always embarrassed to admit to her kinky friends that she panicked whenever she had to get a shot or have blood drawn.  She could handle hours of flogging, but this had always been the one thing that engendered in her a rather equal measure of curiosity and terror.  She took another deep breath then relaxed her body until she began to melt into the plush mattress.  She was well versed in the art of handling pain, and she knew she could endure this. 

Owen set the blade down as he completed the first phase of his design.   He sat for a moment and watched the small trickles of blood merge and form a large red mass. 
He found it intoxicating, and he briefly considered abandoning his project in favor of tasting her blood, rubbing his body against her reddened back, and fucking her in the most animal of ways.  He persuaded himself to shake off those urges, at least for a while, and he returned to his task.  He picked the scalpel up off the bed and determined the perfect spot to break flesh.  Jessica cried out as the blade again pierced her skin.  He realized the blade had gone a bit too deep when the blood began to flow a bit too freely, so he eased up and lightened the pressure against her back.  He completed the lines almost too quickly, and decided to slow down and savor the rest of his task.

Jessica felt as if every nerve ending in her body had migrated to that one small spot on her back.  She felt on fire, and the gliding of the blade created such ac
ute pain that she almost couldn’t fathom taking any more.  She continued to breathe, and to think about how pleased Owen must be at her ability to withstand this experience which she'd been so afraid of for so long.  He'd spoken often of wanting to pierce her flesh, to feel and taste her blood, to mark her again and again in the same place until the scars became permanent.  It was exhilarating and frightening to think this was the first of many such markings. 

Owen stopped to dab away the blood with a tissue, then he set back to his task.  Penetrating Jessica with the scalpel turned him on beyond his wildest imaginings, and he found himself fighting harder and harder to maintain the
self-control he knew he must hang onto.  He ran his hand gently across the cuts he'd already made, and he smiled as he felt her shudder beneath him.  He could sense her inching closer and closer to bliss, and he knew it would be amazing.  He held his hand up to his face and licked the blood from it, then set about completing his work.

Jessica began to breathe more heavily as she felt the blade cutting into her and opening her up.  She could tell Owen was growing more confident in his strokes, and they were coming more quickly and consistently.  He obviously wanted to make sure the marks lasted a long while, because she could feel that he was retracing over the wounds he'd already inflicted.  It was like nothing she'd ever experienced, searing pain consuming already
slashed flesh.  Her eyes fluttered beneath the blindfold, she let out a long, deep sigh, and everything began to feel soft and beautiful.  As she drifted off to her happy place, the mattress felt like a cloud, and the blade's sharp stings became gentle caresses. 

Owen felt Jessica's body relax and fully give in beneath him, and he redoubled his efforts to complete his
work.  He dragged the blade carefully over each cut once, then again, no longer stopping to dab away the excess blood.  He didn't want to rush, but he knew his desire to penetrate her with more than just a scalpel blade would soon overtake him.  He made one last stroke, drawing it out slowly and fully appreciating the lovely way her skin parted and reddened beneath the blade.  Satisfied with his handiwork, he set the scalpel down and began to rub Jessica's back and legs.  She almost seemed as though she was sleeping, but he knew she was awake, and he knew she'd be roused back to full consciousness soon enough.

Jessica felt Owen's hands caressing her, and she felt a dull throbbing sensation where he'd left his mark.
It felt warm and sweet and wet.  She smiled and turned her head to the side, as if attempting to look at him through the blindfold.  She felt his hands on her grow more urgent, and then the blindfold was torn off, and she could see in his eyes that the self-control he'd so carefully held onto was all but gone.

Owen looked down at the blood pooling on Jessica's back, and he could restrain himself no longer.  He lowered his face to her flesh and began to lap up the blood almost ferociously.  He let out a bit of a growl as
he ran his hands over the blood he’d missed.  He grasped her shoulders and pushed her down into the mattress, then sank his teeth into an untouched area of skin, biting into her harder than he'd ever done before.  He barely broke the skin, but she let out a loud moan, then a scream.  He bit into her again and again, feeling more animal than human, and liking it.  It had been so difficult being calm and careful as he wielded the scalpel.  Now it was time to go wild. 

Jessica screamed out again and again as she felt Owen's teeth tear into her.  It felt so different than the careful, sharp sting of the scalpel.  This was rough, violent, and amazing.  She reached back and dragged her nails down his thighs as he bit into her again.  The pain was so intense that she almost couldn't breathe, and her pussy was wetter than it had ever been.  With her left hand still on his thigh, she pulled her right hand back and slipped it underneath her.  "May I?" she asked between moans.  Owen grunted a reply that sounded like consent, so she slid her hand down to her drenched pussy and began to rub her clit feverishly.  The combination of pleasure and pain sent her over the edge almost instantly, and she screamed out as she came violently.

Owen felt Jessica's body undulate violently beneath her, and he could wait no longer.  He gave his cock a few
strokes, and he looked down with a smile as he saw the blood from his hand staining his flesh.  He released his grip long enough to grasp Jessica's hips and pull her onto her knees, then he sank his cock into her effortlessly, marveling at how incredibly wet she was.  He felt her hand still rubbing her clit as he fucked her, and he moaned loudly as he felt her pussy clench down on him with every orgasm.  He admired his handiwork as he thrust into her; the cuts were bright red and looked beautiful on her left shoulder, and her right shoulder was a mottled mess of bite marks and random patches of blood.  He smiled as he pondered the lovely shades of black, blue, and purple she would be sporting the next day.  He felt her body tense up and her breathing grow very steady, then she screamed out louder than any amount of pain that night had caused her to scream.  Her entire body shook fiercely, and her pussy seemed to almost vibrate with the intensity of her orgasm.  Owen thrust into her as hard as he could, stopped to let her pussy squeeze him again and again, then exploded inside her.  Completely sated, he released her and lay next to her, stroking her hair as he slowly regained his ability to breathe.

Jessica knew
Owen would sleep for a while, but she couldn't possibly wait to see her back, to see the marks he'd given her.  She asked permission to get up, and he nodded with a closed-eyed smile.  She ran to the bathroom and first stopped to admire her beautiful steel collar.  It was the one she'd wanted for so long, but she'd never said a word to him, or to anyone else, about it.  She smiled as she reflected on how well he knew her, and how much he always seemed to anticipate her needs and wants.  She turned around, her back to the mirror, and looked back at the mirror to get a good view of her shoulders.  She let out a small giggle at the mess her right shoulder was.  She'd always loved being bitten, and he'd certainly taken it to a new level tonight.  Her eyes then moved to her left shoulder, and she smiled at the beautiful simplicity of what he'd placed on her back, what he assured her he would make permanent: "Owen's."  Indeed, she was his.  Permanently. 

Phillip tapped his foot nervously on the elevator ride up to the 14
th
floor.  He was normally rather nonchalant, but he found himself suddenly rather terrified of what might be transpiring once they reached the hotel suite.  His mistress had made it very clear that her birthday plan was to serve him up to various friends on a metaphorical silver platter, though, and he would willingly oblige.  He’d been with Courtney for years, so long that he hardly remembered being physical with another woman. 

Phillip and Courtney had been monogamous since their first date, and they’d gotten serious quickly.  When her dominant tendencies sur
faced, he was quietly thrilled.  He’d never felt like the one in charge in their relationship, and he’d often worried something was wrong with him, and that as soon as she discovered his shortcomings, she’d leave him.  He’d joyfully served her every whim for over five years.  In all that time, she’d never even hinted at their playing with anyone else.  They went to parties where she beat him mercilessly in front of a crowd of admiring onlookers.  They’d had sex in front of the same people, but they’d never invited anyone to join them.  The turn-on for her had always been in the exhibitionism.  She said she enjoyed showing him off to others.  He had always prided himself in his body, and in his commitment to work out five days a week no matter how hectic life became.  He didn’t act like a jerk about it, but he knew he looked good, and he enjoyed it when she put him on display for their friends and acquaintances.

This, however, was so different.  She hadn’t even told him what would be expected.  Sex?  Beatings?  Both?  She’d simply said to be ready for whatever might happen.  What a way to make someone nervous!  He knew Courtney had a sadistic streak not only when it came to the physical side of things, but also the mental.  She was fucking with him, and she was enjoying it.  All he could do was take a few deep breaths and tell himself it would all be okay.  Hell, perhaps it might even be fun.  A small touch of guilt arose in him when he pondered that possibility.  Was he
supposed
to enjoy this?  Would that even be acceptable to her?  He assumed he’d find out soon enough.  The elevator finally opened, and she led him to their suite.

Phillip entered the room and
looked around with a smile.  Courtney had clearly spent some time preparing things.  Candles were placed around the room, already lit, rope was tied to the bedposts, and an assortment of riding crops, floggers, and other implements rested on the loveseat next to the bed.  Yes, this would be quite the party.

"Did you take a shower before I picked you up?" Courtney asked, looking him over carefully.  "Yes, of course I did," Phillip replied with a slight roll of his eyes.
She swatted his ass playfully.  "No need to get snarky, Phillip.  Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."  Phillip obeyed at once, pulling his shirt over his head and slipping his shoes and jeans off.  He climbed onto the bed and lay on his side, resting his head on his arm and smiling cheekily at his mistress.  "Okay, Smartass.  You're not here for a photo shoot.  On your back. 
Now.
"  She gave him another swat, and he lay on his back, his head sinking into the comfy goose down pillow.

Courtney wasted no time in using the rope on the bedposts to secure his wrists.  He had just enough slack to avoid arm strain, and to sit up if so ordered.  Courtney knew Phillip well enough to know he wouldn't take advantage of that small mercy.  He lay back, gently tugged the ropes to
make sure they were secure, then asked if she would be blindfolding him before their little adventure.  "Oh, absolutely
not
," she replied with a wicked smile.  “I want you to be able to see
everything
."  She let out a slightly foreboding laugh, then she walked to the French doors separating the bedroom of the suite from the sitting area.  She opened the doors, and Phillip's eyes grew wide.

He could see at least four people sitting on the posh sofa, and another leaning against the wall.  Two
of the guests were extremely attractive women, one of whom was Courtney's close friend and a fellow domme, and another he'd never seen before.  There were also three men he didn’t recognize.  Phillip did a double take as this registered in his overwhelmed brain.  Why were there
men
here for the party?  Perhaps Courtney didn't want him having all the fun.  Understandable.  And Phillip had secretly longed to watch Courtney fuck another man.  But three?  That might be overdoing it just a tad, even for her birthday!  Phillip stifled a laugh as he imagined Courtney finding herself deluged with men, all wanting a part of her, while she attempted to control what her female friends did to her sub.  This was going to be an interesting night, without a doubt.