Unorthodox Therapy (25 page)

“Thomas, it's not funny.” Maybe at other times, I'd laugh at his joke but not when my stockings and skirt were dirty with my own secretions. “Please, I'll do whatever it takes. Just let me cum, please. I'll beg if necessary.”

“Relax, pet.” He placed another one of those infuriating kisses on my forehead. “Your Master will take very good care of your filthy, needy pussy tonight. You did great this week but there's still more before I indulge you.”

“More?” I whimpered in despair and clutched his shoulders until he removed my hands and pulled back from me. Moving away from his warm, safe body and the mild comfort it gave me was even worse.

“You didn't think I'd just fuck you quickly while you still have your clothes on, did you?” He leaned forward to kiss me and ran his fingers through my hair. Just as I tried to open his lips and push my tongue into his mouth, Thomas stepped back and let go of me, leaving me wet and panting. “I want you to truly savor the moment I fuck your sweet slit for the first time.”

“I think we're way past any first-time rituals, Thomas,” I uttered through gritted teeth and put my hands on my knees. “You fucked my ass and that was one of my biggest sexual taboos. Why penis in vagina should be more special? Just... let's get this over with.”

“Lina, Lina.” Thomas tutted, undid several of my blouse buttons and brushed his fingers against my collarbone. “I'm very disappointed with your attitude, pet. I should really take my time with you tonight.”

“No...” The fever in my blood grew even more intense at his words.

“When I do something with my submissive for the first time it needs to be special.” He took my hand and kissed the back of it, slowly placing more soft pecks down the wrist. Caning was a caress next to that subtle, exquisite torture. “I want to leave a permanent mark on your memory so whenever you think of tonight, no matter how many years from now, you always get wet and craving.” Thomas leaned forward and pressed his lips against my ear. “Even if you have other men, I want you to remember the nights I had your submission.”

“Trust me, I could never forget.” I moaned and tried to grind my curves against his body. My mind grew even dizzier as his wet lips brushed my sensitive earlobe.

“We'll see.” Thomas kissed my neck so briefly I could not find any pleasure in it. He turned his back on me and walked leisurely to the bookshelves. “Strip to your stockings and heels and stay in the position from last week.”

“We're not going to the dungeon?” I panted and hurried to unbutton my blazer. The thought of being naked in his home, where he lived his daily life, made me feel nervous in the back of my mind. It was strange how liberating lust could be, completely wiping away any modesty.

“No, we won't need to.” He picked up something from the top shelf and kept it behind his back. “I enjoy having my pets outside of it, almost naked and at my disposal. Besides, you spend too much time with clothes on.” Thomas grinned wickedly and returned to me, still hiding the object. I was taking my blouse and skirt off, anxious, with shaking fingers. I wasn’t trying to appear seductive at all, unlike last time. Our eyes met briefly when I reached to unclasp my bra. His usually bright eyes were dark with hunger in spite of the bright smile dancing on his lips. At this point, I knew better than to rely on his weakness for me.

“How can you be so perfect?” Other times, I'd have laughed at him. I was sweaty and my hair was a mess. All my makeup had melted due to the heat and me constantly rubbing my face. Any resemblance of self-control and dignity were gone. Was that what he called perfect?

Thomas shook his head and took a step closer, putting a finger on my lips.

“No arguing. You’ve never looked hotter than right in this moment.” He kissed me again and added, with a wicked grin, “I'll fuck your brains out until you can't say your own name, little one. Just not yet. On your knees.”

Another blow job? This guy had a pathological obsession with fucking my mouth. Still, I obeyed and the shameful thrill of kneeling before him pierced me. It was humiliating but as soon as my knees pressed against the floor, I felt a strange serenity.

Thomas laughed when I opened my lips, ready to take his cock, and shook his head.

“I see my conditioning works pretty well. I love what you do with your mouth, pet, but I’ve got other plans for tonight.” He shifted his right hand and showed me a simple black leather collar. It was as basic as it got, one you could see in most hardcore porn productions, with a small silver loop at the front. A sturdy leather leash was attached to the O-ring and left no doubt what its purpose was.

“N-no, Thomas. Please... We talked about it.” I had put collars down as a soft limit when I read more on some blogs and websites about their significance, but I also left a comment that I might try a play collar at least once to see what it was like. Some photographs on the web left me seriously conflicted. They were of women down on their knees with pieces of leather around their necks with hands holding their leashes. It was supposed to disgust me, but instead, the sight made me drip with longing.

Still, even in my febrile state of mind the thought he could collar and bind me in a permanent state of submission scared the hell out of me.

“Relax, pet.” He caressed my head with a condescending smile. “Do you think so little of me? I'd never collar you with something so anonymous. You think that I would do this to you when you’re too horny to think straight? My subs deserve better. You're not ready.” Relief pooled through me together with a new wave of lust. I looked up at the black leather with growing curiosity. “This is just a play collar, to show you how it feels to be owned. I want to put it on you.”

After some hesitation, I gathered my hair and stared at him with nervous expectation. He smiled warmly and placed the leather against the front of my neck. Powerful shivers went through me as his deft fingers clasped the metal buckle from behind and fastened the collar around my neck. It was wrong on so many levels, such a symbolic act of dehumanization. So why did my pulse race with excitement? At that moment, another, more powerful, awareness stood side by side with the excitement taking control of my mind. Pride and intimacy. As if I truly was a treasured, protected pet who could put her trust and submission in the person holding the leash. Complicated emotions overpowered any resistance in my brain and a lump got stuck in my throat.

Thomas slid his fingers down the inner sides of my wrists. Then he gently pulled them away, letting my hair cascade down my back. He picked up the leather extension of the collar and moved one step back to look at me.

“You look great like this, boss. Consider it part of your uniform while you're here with me.” When I squirmed with slight discomfort, he tugged on the leather and chuckled. “I know you like it. I saw how your eyes lit up.”

I did. I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?

I hadn't realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,

“There's no need to say anything, Lina. You'll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”

As if I had a choice. Feeling was all I could do. Every small brush over my skin triggered fire straight to my pussy; every whisper of his calm voice caressed my body like both feather and whip.

“Please, I...”

The switch flipped and Thomas’s personality shifted from kind to sadistic without warning. He tugged the leash and moved toward the staircase while I was still down on my knees.

“It's time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.”

I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin.

“No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it's like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.”

“This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest.

He didn't say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender.

The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps.

Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face.

I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples.

“I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.”

“How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas... Sir... I can't last. I need you so badly. I'm in so much pain. Please, spare me.”

“So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn't easy for me either.”

My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn't use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust.

A week of holding back added up as well.

“I'm scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table.

“I know. Don't move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain.

“Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I'm dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself.

“You're a good girl, Lina, but don't try to dictate my pace.” Thomas leaned forward to nibble my earlobe. Then he stepped back and out of my sight. “Close your eyes.”

The inky darkness behind my eyelids didn't do much to comfort my throbbing clit and nipples. Then the first drops of wax licked the skin of my back. Had I seen him taking the candlestick and tilting it to leave a trail of red drops, I'd have tensed with fear and expected the burning would be unbearable. Fire was one of those forces of nature that held both allure and terror for me. The thought of permanent scars and burning flesh were imprinted in my mind each time I stared at the tip of a flame, but the warmth and safety it exuded made me feel alive in spite of the silent horror.

When he spread the hot, small drops all over my shoulders, down the sensitive spots on my spine and the curve of my ass, I tingled with how fantastic it felt. Instead of white-hot agony, my body shuddered with delight at the warmth of the dripping candle. It triggered pleasure through my entire self, like a throbbing, erotic impulse. The warmth down my sweaty, exposed skin was short enough to make me tremble with stimulation. It melted in rivulets down my back before solidifying. I tried to stay as still as possible but when strong convulsions ran through me, I moaned out loud.

“Do you like it, little one?” he whispered and brushed his thumb across the back of my neck. I writhed under his touch when he kept dripping wax all over me. “You used to say candles were the worst of all romantic clichés.”

“It feels amazing. I thought... Shouldn't it hurt?” My mind was split in two, as relaxed as if I were in a massage parlor, and right on the edge of insanity. His slow, comforting movements and the increasing heat of the flame were torturous, but I loved what he was doing to me. For a moment, I wished I never needed to come down from my heightened state of arousal, right at the door of agony. My flesh demanded a climax to unify all my waking sensations. My small, angry clit was as hard as his cock.