Safeword: Rainbow (3 page)

Chapter Two

When she awakened he fed her some grapes and honeydew melon.

"How long did I sleep, Sir?"

"About twenty five minutes. I watched your sleep cycle and woke you up right at the perfect power-nap point."

He walked her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet and stayed while she did her business. It made her uncomfortable, but at least he let her use the toilet this time. When she was done he sat her up on the vanity, and then put both of her feet on the vanity beside her bottom, spreading her wide open. He then used a washcloth to quite thoroughly clean her up. She was tender, but that only stoked the fires that much more. By the time he was done she desperately wanted to come, but doubted that was going to happen.

He looked at her and said, "Are you awake? Ready to continue?"

"Yes Sir. Any chance of an orgasm? Please?"

He smiled. "Not yet, Kitten. It's time for a few reminders of the rules. Not because you've forgotten them, but because I want to make sure you remember them. Okay?"

She nodded and he continued, "You don't get to ask me not to do something. You had a small punishment for that the first night and you've done well since, but I feel the need to remind you again: If you don't want me to do something then you can safeword, but you don't get to say ‘please don't'. While you are with me you belong to me, to do with as I please. You don't get to ask me not to do something unless I've asked for your opinion. Clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Okay. No coming without permission. If I've told you that you can't come and you don't think you can hold back then tell me and I may choose to back off some until you can get control of yourself. Or I may not. Either way, you are responsible for controlling whether you orgasm or not. And you already know there are severe consequences for coming when you've been told you can not."

She felt an electric shock run through her at his words and she had to draw a breath in to say, "I understand, Sir."

"I will rarely ask for your silence, and I don't intend to do so tonight. You may not ask me to do or not do something, but other than that you may speak when you wish as long as you do so respectfully. You can say ‘yes yes yes’ to let me know you like something, you may tell me something hurts, you may tell me something feels good. You may moan, speak, cry, scream, whatever. Okay?"

"Yes Sir."

She started to move her feet to drop them over the side of the vanity and he placed he hands on them to keep them where they were. He apparently wanted her to remain as she was.

"One final thing. I know you've got the one safeword and when you give it I stop and ask you whether the scene is over or whether you just need me to stop doing what I was doing. But for tonight I want you to say Yellow if you just need me to back off of whatever I'm doing without stopping, okay?"

"Why the difference, Sir?"

"Because you are going to need me to back off tonight. I need to know where your edge is, and that means I have to cross it to find it. And when that happens I don't want to have to stop, I want to keep the flow going."

She nodded, "Yes Sir, yellow if I just need for you to back off of whatever you are doing at the moment, but not stop doing things completely."

His voice softened, "Okay Kitten, one final reminder. You are not being punished tonight. I need to hurt you. Your pain turns me on. It's a proof of your submission, that you'll take the pain without safewording out of it, that you are submitting to whatever I choose to do to your body."

"Yes Sir, I understand."

"Then come with me, Kitten."

When she followed him out of the bathroom she saw that he'd prepared one of the bondage chairs. It was in the center of the open area of the room, and there was a large phallus attached to the seat.

"Stand in front of it and bend over. Put your hands on the seat of the chair and arch your back to raise your ass for me. I'm going to prepare your ass before I make you take the dildo in the chair. I used one of the larger ones and I want to hurt you but I don't want to damage you."

Viv bent over and raised her ass as instructed. This put her eye to eye (so to speak) with the metal phallus that was about to be up her ass. It was huge, much bigger around than the average male. Of course, Master James was larger than the average male also. But she thought this phallus might be a little bigger around than even Master James. And then there was the fact that a metal dildo didn't give like a human cock. She was just glad it wasn't terribly long; it was only maybe four inches long. It was just so damned big around.

She felt the lube squirting up into her ass and then felt fingers invading. She always hated the very beginning of anything anal. Having something up her ass, even a single finger, was a horribly unwanted violation at first. Once she was used to it that went away, but at this point in her life she doubted that she'd ever get away from hating it when first entered.

Master James started with one finger and quickly went to two, he stayed at two for a short time and then added a third finger. By the time he got to three she was enjoying it. She heard herself moaning from the pleasure/pain of it. She felt him move some and then saw an open tube of lube appear beside the dildo. "Lube it up while I fuck your ass with my fingers, Kitten".

She rose up enough to balance on her legs and squirted lube on the dildo. She put her left hand back down on the seat to support herself and used her right hand to distribute the lube on the metal dildo sticking up from the chair. Once it was lubed she felt his fingers withdrawing from her ass and he stood her up and turned her around.

"Bend your legs and sit down Kitten. Slowly, I'll help guide you."

She knew she had to trust him, so she bent her legs and began sitting, her legs farther from the chair than normal, which gave her almost no control at all over how quickly or slowly she sat down. He was true to his word and he guided her so that her asshole was on the phallus. She felt the invasion of it as she sat down and it was once again the hated violation, not pleasant. She cried out in pain. It was too big. It hurt and burned and stretched. But she couldn't reverse direction and gravity just took her further and further onto it without a way to stop it from happening. He was still holding her arms but was no longer holding her weight. The weight of her body was pushing her down on the huge metal cock and there was nothing she could do. She let out an almost-scream just as she felt her bottom come in contact with the chair. As soon as she was sitting all the way down he wiped the lube from her hand and then fastened her wrists to the top of the back legs of the chair and her ankles to the bottom of the same legs. The chair literally had rings to use as connection points all over it. Her knees were pushed apart, over the outer edge of the chair seat, and flaps were lifted that kept her knees on the outside of the edge of the chair. He brought straps up that came across the tops of her thighs and fastened them down tight. It was a wide band so it didn't restrict circulation, but she wasn't going to be lifting herself up. Then he attached straps above and below her breasts that firmly held her to the back of the chair. Finally, he attached a cushioned and rounded pad behind her head and then used a strap to hold her forehead to it. The rounding of the pad aimed her head down a little bit, so she would be able to see what he was doing, but she would not be able to move her head around. Or see him if he walked off to the side.

"Tell me what you're feeling, Kitten."

"Scared. Nervous. Excited. Horny. Scared."

"You said scared twice."

"Not terrified Sir. Just scared. Anxious."

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm always scared at this point, Sir. I trust you, plus I know club security is there as a safety net even if something did go wrong. But this is where I wonder why I've put myself in a position to be hurt. And I know it will hurt. At some point the pain is experienced as something good, but it's still pain. The part of my brain that is still sane has sense enough to be scared of the pain, even if the insane part of me is horny because of it."

"You think you are insane for wanting this?"

"No Sir. Well, not completely. It's just a figure of speech. A way to explain how part of me is horny and part of me is scared."

He smiled. "And you just want me to get started already and stop talking about it, right?"

Well, yes, but she didn't say that out loud. She figured he saw it in her eyes though, so she just said, "I would never say something like that to you, Sir."

"But you might to another Master?"

She smiled, "Yes Sir. I might."

"Why not me?"

"Some would allow it, would think nothing of it. And some might not allow it, but the punishment wouldn't be all that bad, might even end up being quite enjoyable. But I could never say something like that to you. For one thing, it's clear that you would see it as a sign that I didn't want to submit to you, and that would hurt me, for you to think that. There is also the fact that punishment from you wouldn't be enjoyable, but that's not why I wouldn't say that, Sir. I wouldn't say it because I want to give you my submission."

He reached for her cheek, cupping it in his warm hand, "Oh Kitten. You've given me such a gift. Thank you."

Viv didn't trust her voice. She smiled and closed her eyes, trying not to cry. She felt such emotion for him, and it was way too soon to feel this way. She felt him pull his hand away and kiss her cheek and then felt pain in her left nipple. She looked down and saw tweezer nipple clamps hanging from it. She looked at him and saw that sadistic look as he reached towards her right nipple, and just the look in his eyes sent her excitement level skyward. She felt the pain in her right nipple as the clamp went on and she breathed through it, knowing the intense level of pain would only last a little while before giving way to a more manageable pain.

But he had other things in mind. She saw him bring a bag of chrome clothespins into her view, and she knew from experience that these clothespins hurt much worse than the garden variety clothespin. He started putting them on her breasts in a star pattern out from her nipples. Ten minutes later there were five straight lines radiating out from each nipple, and each line had at least four clips, some had five. She was still breathing and trying to deal with the pain, but she felt tears forming in her eyes and didn't know how much longer she'd be able to handle it. She looked into his face and he looked back and she saw that he really did need this; he really was getting off on her pain. And somehow that made it so much easier to take the pain. She'd forgotten all about being horny and suddenly she was horny again. She wiggled a little and was reminded of the pain in her ass. Not that it had ever gone away, just that the pain on her breasts and nipples had overshadowed it.

"Yes Kitten, fight the restraints. That's it. It won't do any good, but you can still fight them. Hurt for me Kitten."

All Viv could do was nod to him. She knew she should respond verbally, but she couldn't, and thank goodness he didn't insist.

He reached for something else and she saw that it was a nipple clamp, one of the vibrating ones. She winced at the thought of the ones she already had on coming off, but then realized he was headed down with it, not up. When she felt him pulling her lips apart she knew it was heading to her clit, and at the last minute she stopped herself from saying "please don't". She didn't feel the pain as a clamp, but just as a sharp and sudden pain. Her clit was on fire with pain and her ass was full and her breasts and nipples hurt and suddenly she wanted to come."

"Sir, I need to come, please!"

"I'll count backwards from ten. You may come when I tell you to... ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, and come for me Kitten, come now."

Viv felt the orgasm tearing through her body and right at the peak of it he took the nipple clamps off of her nipples. She needed to move but her body was restrained in so many ways that all she could do was scream and let the orgasm just go where it wanted in her body. As it died down she felt the clamp on her clit come to life. It must have been one with variable speeds, and he must have put it on low. It was just enough to help mitigate the pain and help her find an edge again after the orgasm. He gave her long enough for the blood to mostly get back into her nipples and then he gently massaged them for a few moments. It hurt, but it needed to be done and she was thankful he was doing it. Her ass was starting to convulse in pain around the dildo in her ass, but she knew better than to hope to get it out any time soon.

"Open your eyes Kitten; I want you to see what's coming next."

She looked up and saw the rubber flogger that she hated so much. The Squid.

"I'm going to whip the clothespins off of your breasts Kitten."

"Oh, God."

He smiled that oh-so-sadistic smile and then let loose with the flogger, not slowing down, just raining down the lashes. She started screaming and couldn't stop. And when she finally couldn't draw breathe in enough for another scream she just opened her mouth in a frozen and silent scream.

He stopped. "Take a few breaths Kitten. I'm not done yet and I don't want you passing out from lack of oxygen. Come on baby, breathe. That's it."

He bent down and wiped her tears and talked to her until she caught her breath and then stood back up and started in again without warning. She heard screaming and realized it was her, again. But nothing existed except the pain. The blows landed one after another and some blows took clothespins off but others did not. Finally, at some point she realized that the clothespins were gone and now he was just flogging her breasts. Right to left and then left to right on her left breast, then he moved to her right breast and went right to left and then left to right. Then back to her left breast for two more strikes. Over and over and over again. She was moving as much as her restraints would let her (not much) and the huge phallus in her ass was screaming at her almost as loudly as the pain in her breasts. And she realized that the flogging was getting more intense. He was increasing the force behind the hits after every circuit of left breast and then right breast. And then suddenly the force was increased too much and she screamed out "Rain-Yellow!", because just as the word rainbow was leaving her lips she remembered what he'd said about finding her edge and wanting to be able to continue on without stopping.