Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon (4 page)

"That's actually pretty good, Sir. Thank you."

"You're welcome. It's vanilla yogurt with protein powder, the juice of one apple, and some honey and cinnamon."

"I think cinnamon will always make me feel taken care of; make me think of you."

He smiled and spoke softly as he held the straw to her lips. “That's the idea. Bigger drink this time, please."

When she'd emptied the glass he put it aside and retrieved his cereal bowl, pouring the milk in before he began eating. He talked between bites. “I want to be clear that I allowed carte blanche on the orgasms last night, when I pulled the chain out, because you were so good with the grapes."

"But, I argued with you first."

"Yes, but then you overcame some very strong instincts and pushed them out for me. I know how hard it was, and appreciate the internal battle you had to wage to get your muscles to do as I asked. I was tremendously pleased, pet."

"But I still came once, without permission."

"And you'll have one minute of discipline this afternoon, assuming you don't have any unauthorized orgasms today."

Her pulse surged, anticipation with a hint of apprehension building desire at his words. He'd already told her he wouldn't explain her punishment yet, but... “I don't suppose you'll tell me what you've planned for today?"

Smiling, he said, “Yes, your food will need to digest completely before we begin, so we've got another forty minutes to talk. I'll give you more sports drink in a moment, so we can make sure you're hydrated. Do you remember what I said about electricity?"

"You said the next time we played with it, it'd be pleasurable."

"That's right, and I don't want you to feel scared when you see the playroom. Everything's laid out and ready to go, and it looks like something out of a Frankenstein nightmare, but my intention is to show you pleasure today; the good ways I can use it. Once I've indulged you in decadent stimulation I'll let you decide how you want to be hurt—and I intend to have you crazy with arousal when I offer you the choice. I won't ask you to relinquish your safeword, but I'll give you the option of whether you want pain in the form of electricity or predicament bondage."

Dana realized he was asking her if what he was proposing was okay. She'd asked him not to make her decide important things in the midst of a scene, so he was double-checking with her now, before they started.

"Thanks for checking. I think it'll be okay. I trust you won't take me too far, and I believe you understand now that once I'm in subspace I can't be trusted to make good decisions. I'll beg for something that could injure, so you've got to know when it's time to stop."

He nodded. “I think there are things I can do with electricity to give you the extreme pain you want without causing the damage of impact play. The question is whether you'll respond to it the way you do whips and floggers."

She sighed. “And, just for the record, I hate predicament bondage."

His face lit up in a smile. “I know."

Zach took forever getting Dana wired, explaining which leads were hooked up to the TENS, which were straight electricity. Some of the pads were connected to medical equipment so he could keep track of her pulse, heart rate, and oxygen levels. He hadn't been exaggerating when he said it looked like something from a Frankenstein nightmare. Wires were going every direction, and he had all kinds of controls in front of him, she had no idea how he kept it straight, but it was clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

"I need a little feedback from you. I'm turning the one in your pussy on; tell me when you feel a gentle tensing of the muscles."

She waited a few seconds and felt a slight movement. “There, I think. It wasn't a shock, just felt like I tensed and relaxed the muscle. But I didn't."

"Perfect. This should be a little more, but still shouldn't hurt."

The plug in her pussy moved, and she nodded.

"Okay, the one in your ass, equal strength."

It didn't feel the same—it was much more intense, and traveled from her asshole into her bowels. She gasped and said, “No! That was a lot stronger."

He spun some dials. “That's why we're doing the test. How's this?"

She felt movement and let out an involuntary low moan.

"I'll check that one off in the
wonderful
column,” he said, chuckling.

He did the same test on the pads outside of her asshole, and the sides of her pussy. He went through five different trials on her clit before he hit one that made her moan, but she begged him to do it again once he found the right note.

When at last he said it was time to begin, he locked her legs into the gyno stirrups and restrained the sides of her waist cincher to the bondage table. Her hands still had range of movement between waist cincher and bondage collar.

He smiled as he turned a knob and the plug in her pussy came to life as if someone were pulling and pushing it, invisible hands impaling her, repeatedly. Her brain was trying to wrap itself around how it worked, but her body didn't give a flying fuck. It felt
good
.

"Please tell me I can come when I want today."

"Sorry, you'll need to ask permission first."

"Are you going to let me when I ask, Sir?"

"You'll have to ask and find out, won't you?” He said it so casually, as if it were nothing. Dana closed her eyes, groaning in frustration and pleasure as the electrodes outside of her pussy activated, working in tandem with the plug inside.

"I'm close, Sir. Not quite there yet, but I'm very, very, close."

"I want you to relax and enjoy the sensations without falling over the edge. You can do it—ride the wave instead of fighting it."

She took a breath and relaxed instead of trying to fight the orgasm. It worked, and her senses soared as she rode an immense wave of pleasure without worry of it consuming her. Any other time she'd have been frustrated at having her lust kindled to extreme without prospect of release, but knowing she couldn't, and that he wanted her to navigate the ecstasy, made it pure bliss.

Sensation bombarded the tissues around her clit and she realized he'd turned on the electrodes surrounding it. If she'd been blindfolded she'd have sworn gentle fingers were massaging the muscles, pulling and stretching the skin around it, shooting pleasure through the ultra-sensitive nerve endings.

The pulses changed, directly on her clit now, and her body blazed into climax in a long string of detonations that wouldn't stop. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, her lower body had control over her entire nervous system and she thrashed under the crashing waves.

He switched everything off, but it had no effect on the sparks shooting through her body as her orgasm continued rising to the crescendo it had been seeking, even without the extra help. Her bliss went into orbit and she screamed as she realized she was completely out of control, the whoosh of flying around a rollercoaster overtaking her as her body kept questing for the peak, climbing higher and higher, and then she shattered into a million pieces that liquefied and began melting back together.

As her senses slowly returned to planet earth, the roaring in her ears quieted and her muscles went to Jello. Her breathing was still ragged and when she tried to speak between the gasps Zach put a finger over her lips. “It's okay, don't try to talk yet. You rode the wave for thirty-five minutes and that always makes for an explosive climax. If you'd held out another thirty seconds you would've had permission."

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head. “I'm not upset with you. You'll get a minute of consequences later, because this
is
part of your training. If it were easy, anyone could do it. There's no need to apologize at this point, when you're just beginning to learn."

He let her legs free and released her waist cincher, carefully sat her up amongst the wires, and held the straw to another sports drink up to her mouth until she'd consumed the entire bottle.

"Do you need to use the restroom?"

She looked down at the wires going every which way, surprised he'd been able to sit her up. “Having to undo all of this'd be a huge pain in the ass, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, we won't disconnect anything; I have a bedpan you can use. What you just experienced was only the beginning of the pleasures I can show you; if you need to relieve yourself we should handle it now."

She didn't actually have to go, thank goodness. “I'm fine, which is good, because I'm not sure I'd have the nerve to tell you if I weren't. But, since I don't... I guess I'm off the hook."

"Hmmm. Yes. For now. Stay put a second, I need to get something."

He walked to one of the other pieces of equipment and picked up a piece of brown leather, bringing it back with him and placing it behind her bottom, on the table.

"Okay, on your back again, and legs up, please."

She did as he asked, lying on top of the leather as she reclined. Neither of them spoke as he locked her legs into the stirrups, and she jumped when the motor above her hummed to life, and the chain with its large hook dropped down to her. He pulled the edges of the leather up, looping the rings on the ends over the hook and creating a sling. The winch rumbled again and her lower back rose a few inches above the table. He pushed the stirrups wider, looked her over, and raised her hips another couple of inches.

"How does that feel?"

"Surprisingly comfortable, Sir. And I'm horny again, already."

He chuckled. “I adore you. Let me finish getting you strapped down and we'll start again."

He had her raise her head so he could place a leather piece under it. She figured it for another sling but he fastened it to the table on both sides, so it remained a mystery. He'd been so thorough about explaining things earlier, now that he wasn't explaining she was hesitant to ask too many questions. Her wrist cuffs were freed from the rope and her arms crossed, right wrist attached to the left side of her waist cincher, left wrist to the right side.

He held a bit gag in front of her mouth and she just looked at him, lips closed. He didn't say a word, his eyes making it clear he expected her to open without being told. She didn't want the gag, but didn't want to disappoint him either, so she opened, feeling another wall between them crumble. His gaze locked onto hers as he positioned it between her teeth, and she knew without a doubt she was looking into the eyes that owned her soul.

She raised her head so he could secure it, but he touched her brow, delicately pushing it down. “The strap running under your head has attachment points for it, the bit serves two purposes—it restricts motion and protects your mouth."

Wait. Protects her mouth? Wasn't it to keep her from talking?

"Let me hear your safewords, so I know how they sound around the gag."

She took a breath and said them both as best she could.

He stood, keeping eye contact with her. “You don't have permission to come. Don't ask for it. I'll know when you're close and I expect you to hold on."

She nodded, but with limited movement, and a wave of alarm shot through her with the sudden realization of how defenseless and vulnerable she was. Zach leaned forward and kissed her forehead and both cheeks, and the panic dissipated. She trusted this man, wanted to be here, needed to give him this much power. He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers, looking into her eyes to confirm she was okay, and kissed her upper and then lower lip, letting her see one final caretaker smile before he picked up the controls and focused on the task at hand.

The plug in her ass began moving in tandem with sensations around her clit, and then the vibrations hit her pussy and she almost went over, but he turned it down before she reached climax.

The electricity had an edge of bite to it now—not painful, but sharp instead of smooth. He played her body like a maestro, letting her get closer and closer to climax each time before adjusting everything way down, seconds before she lost control, giving her just enough stimulation to drive her crazy until he was sure the threat had passed.

He waited until she was overcome with lust but not in danger of an immediate orgasm, to say, “I want to hurt you with these, Dana. Do I have your consent?"

He lifted two of the controls as he spoke and she met his gaze and saw his need—his eyes reflecting how badly he wanted to turn up the juice and watch her scream. She focused on the ceiling, suddenly craving the pain, but afraid of it, and needed to escape his scrutiny to make her decision. She was frightened, but also curious. And horny. Besides, she'd probably had as much pleasure as she could stand.

She returned to the intensity of his ice blue eyes and nodded, realizing the bondage was giving her a little more movement than when he'd first strapped her in.

His hand tightened on the electrical controls, and then relaxed. “You're sure? I have ginger and horseradish root in the fridge, I can give you other kinds of pain, this isn't your only option. I'm going to ask again, can I hurt you with electricity? Can I make you scream?"

Her pussy was buzzing on its own now. She craved what he offered, and yet was terrified. She blinked her eyes a few times, squeezing them shut before opening them and looking deep into his eyes and nodding. Again.

He dipped his head once, his face grim as he flipped a switch and a thousand electrified needles danced under the skin of her nipples. She gasped and squealed around the gag, and her clit joined in with matching sensations as fire danced around and through it and—

And then nothing.

"I'm going to turn everything on for three seconds. I intend for the pain to be more than you can handle, but it will only last three seconds. Do you understand?"

She couldn't get her eyes to open, but she nodded and took a breath, holding it as she awaited the biting flames.

"No, don't hold your breath. Inhale for me and let it out."

She did, only to hear, “Again. Deeper."

As she was releasing her third breath, agony hit, everywhere at once—nipples, clit, pussy, and ass. Her body jerked as the current flowed into her lower torso, her nipples constricted into concentrated points of suffering and torment. At that moment, only pain existed in her world.