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Subject: {ASSM} Break In, Break Through (BDSM, MD)
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She presented herself as ordered, wearing her favorite black open-cup
bra with an attached padlocked collar, His favorite black thong, and a
heavy dose of black lipstick. she knelt before the open doorway of
their soundproofed playroom, her knees spread wide, her wrists crossed
(and, in her imagination, secured together with an invisible rope)
against her lower vertebrae, her head bowed with her lengthy black hair
obscuring any clear vision she might otherwise have. "Stand and enter."
Without moving her wrists from their "secured" position behind her, she
clamored to her feet, keeping her head bowed as she made her way toward
the sound of her Master's voice. Once His feet were within view, she
stopped, and knelt again before Him. He walked away from her. Part of
her mind was disappointed, thinking that perhaps she had done something
wrong; He rarely ever walked away from her unless she had been
commanded to remain in a particular position or was bound to an
immovable object. Still, her heart soared, for He would not have
commanded her to appear in their sacred place - especially dressed in
this manner - unless He truly wanted (desired? needed?) her presence.
She heard the door close, seal, and lock. This was not uncommon, even
if He intended to only play lightly. Still, the sounds from the door
held a "finality" to them, signaling that she could not leave again no
matter what. She chastised herself for that thought, reminding herself
of the safeword she had selected several years before. Only once had
she ever used it, when she recognized the scent of alcohol on His
breath. she always gave her body and her love to Him willingly in equal
measures, but that night she made her body untouchable due to her love
for Him, that the drink would not cause Him to inadvertently harm her
beyond their long-held agreement. His feet reappearing within her
limited range of view brought her back to her present situation. From
the cool caresses down her back and jostling her hair just slightly,
she was kneeling almost directly underneath one of the air conditioning
vents. Especially in the intense Phoenix summer, the cool wafts of air
felt wonderful, sensual. Surprisingly, He knelt before her, something
He almost never did. Instinctively, she spread her knees even further
apart in case He wished access to her most private of places. Only He
had ever touched her there, and a heartbeat later, He touched her there
once again. "You have been extremely wonderful these past few weeks,"
He praised her, whispering as His free hand maneuvered her hair aside
so He could gaze deep into her eyes, His other hand maneuvering aside
the front of her thong to stroke her womanhood directly. "While life at
work has been extremely stressful for Me lately with the merger
preparations, you have been a sweet, relaxing, calm presence in My
life." "Thank you, Master," she whispered, her eyes held captive by His
gaze as her heart soared at His kind words. "I only wished to ensure
your happiness, Sir." His smile caused her soaring heart to melt. The
sudden entry of a pair of fingers into her body caused her to gasp
softly, yet her eyes never broke the gaze. Seconds later, the digits
were removed and raised to her lips to be cleaned by her expert tongue.
"I want to thank you by breaking in the new equipment that arrived
yesterday," He announced. His smile mirrored hers. "you deserve it
after being so sweet and considerate of My needs over the past few
weeks." "Thank you, Sir," she whispered. "But first, I want you to
masturbate for Me while I set up the new equipment." "As you wish,
Master." She lay on her back on the floor, knowing this was the
position her Master preferred for her when she pleasured herself for
Him. Both her hands instantly slipped inside the thong to begin
compliance with His command. she kept her eyes upon Him initially,
admiring His typical all-black formal attire until He finally stood and
moved out of her field of vision. The sparks emanating from her core
began to leap further, spreading throughout her small frame. her breath
came faster, her lips emitted soft sounds, her fingers danced
beautifully across her clitoris. "Sir, may i cum?" "Yes, as much as
you'd like." Her hands launched into full-assault mode, never slowing
through the onslaught of orgasms which wracked her senses and flooded
the carpet. As she cried out again and again and again, her own voice
felt like a distant memory, real yet fleeting. her body felt as if it
was being swept away in an overflowing river of sexuality, breathtaking
fireworks exploding on the inside of her eyelids, her heart pounding so
hard and fast that it threatened to explode. "So beautiful. So slutty."
The words barely registered, as they were spoken in the midst of yet
another orgasm. As that wave of pleasure began to recede, she felt Him
straddling her, His legs against her sides, pinning her wrists to
either side of her head. When at last she could open her eyes, she
looked through sex-glazed eyes up at His sweet smile. "I never knew my
wife could be such a brazen whore," He noted aloud. Her clitoris
throbbed again at the "W" word. He bent down to kiss her, and her mouth
attacked His with extreme viciousness. she struggled, wanting
desperately to wrap her arms around her husband and Master, yet His
hold on her wrists was firm. As the kiss continued, He slowly moved His
legs backward, slipped them between hers, and rested His crotch above
hers. His manhood was already long and solid inside His black trousers,
and her hips instantly reacted to Him. If not for the copious amount of
fluids continuing to emerge from her, this would be dry humping at its
finest as He teased her nicely. Instead, she was a bit embarrassed,
since her wetness would be all over Him when He finally lifted Himself
from her. Still, she wrapped her legs tightly around His waist,
squealing into His mouth with each long stroke back and forth across
her womanhood. He sat back, releasing her wrists and extricating
Himself from the vice grip of her legs. her eyes opened once more, and
she began to giggle at the sight of His blackened lips. Obviously aware
of the spectacle He presented, His laughter joined hers as He drew her
close for a hug, then helped her to stand on her shaky legs. "Remember
the game of Assassins from our first year in college?" she asked. "i
just killed you with The Kiss of Death." He smiled again, obviously
remembering the game. "If anyone must kill Me, I would hope it would be
you. But now, on with the show." He turned her around, and she saw the
new equipment, which He named the Body-stocks. Instead of securing
one's head and wrists in the stocks, this version was taller and a bit
thicker with two small holes for the wrists and a larger hole lower on
the device for the torso. A heavy chain wound through the pair of holes
near the base of the Body-stocks. "Are you ready?" she could only nod
her assent as her eyes drank in the sight of the device, her mind
reeling with questions: Would He drive her insane with pleasure? Would
He tease her mercilessly, then leave her to stew in her own lust for
hours? Would He cause her body to convulse with pain? She soon stood
facing the back of the Body-stocks. As her fingertips glided along the
nicely-polished oak wood, she could hear her Master opening one of the
drawers in a dresser along the wall behind her. When He returned, He
knelt behind her and affixed a pair of cuffs to her, using small
padlocks to ensure they remained snug around her ankles. The snaps at
the end of the heavy chain were attached to the D-rings of the wide
leather cuffs, giving her only a few inches of maneuverability. Slowly,
He licked and nibbled His way up the slave's legs, His hands stroking
the insides of her thighs. Strategically ignoring the juncture of legs
with torso, He continued working up her back, licking along her spine,
until He stood behind her. Pressing Himself against her, she could feel
the hardness trying to press between her lower cheeks, and could also
feel the wetness she had deposited there earlier. Fortunately, He did
not seem to mind that His clothing was now "dirtied" because of her.
Then again, if He did indeed mind, He would take it out on her body
once she was secured in the new device and unable to escape the
punishment. After briefly cupping a breast and squeezing gently, He
moved to the right side of the Body-stocks. Removing the lower padlock,
He opened the device. Without needing to be commanded, she leaned
forward, resting her stomach on the dip in the wood. Seconds later, the
device was closed and padlocked, leaving her leaning forward somewhat
awkwardly. Wearing the open-cup bra, she was quite aware of her breasts
hanging beneath her; wearing the thong, she felt quite exposed despite
the scant garment. She felt the vibrations through the wood as the top
part of the device was opened. Carefully, slowly, He helped her to
bring her arms back above her head, then threaded each forearm into
place before closing and locking the Body-stocks. Hearing Him step away
again, she took the opportunity to attempt to bring her arms forward.
In this position, if she so wanted, she could probably squeeze her
wrists through the small holes. However, He quickly returned with and
applied another pair of thick leather cuffs, also secured with padlocks
and connected by a short and even heavier chain. With the thickness of
these wrist cuffs, she had no chance to slip her wrists through the
small holes. Then again, she did not want to escape. "How do you feel?"
Taking a quick mental assessment of her situation, she felt the wetness
growing again between her legs. Confinement of any kind seemed to
excite her no matter what the situation. That this was a brand-new
piece of equipment thrilled her even more. However, she quickly noted
that she would need to work to keep her head raised, or else blood
would pool into her head and probably cause her some dizziness. "I feel
wonderful, Sir." "Good. you look wonderful, as well." Standing behind
her, He could not see her smile at the compliment. she wiggled her rear
at Him, knowing He would appreciate the gesture. Then she simply
waited, listening as He moved around the play room. When He at last
returned to her, He knelt before her, nipple clamps in hand. Gently, He
sucked at her left nipple, tugged at it with His teeth, enticed it to
lengthen and harden, then tortured it with a clamp. her soft sighs of
pleasure instantly changed to a loud groan of pain. she winced as the
clamp was tightened to ensure it would not come off before He wanted it
to come off. Then the same agonizing treatment was awarded to the right
nipple. "Don't go away." With a soft laugh, He rose and left the play
room, leaving her alone. From her lengthy training, she closed her eyes
and performed her breathing exercises, helping her to internalize the
pain in her nipples and also to pass the time in His absence. Yet it
was almost impossible to remain still, causing her breasts - and,
ultimately, the clamps - to sway slightly beneath her. Now she
understood why she had been ordered to wear the open-cup bra for this
play session. Opening her eyes once more, she looked down at the twin
mounds falling away from her, noting how they and the clamps
oscillated. The position she was in was beginning to become
uncomfortable, and she found herself wiggling as best as she could, the
movements of the clamps sending small shock waves up her feminine orbs
and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created
and overflowed her body's ability to contain it, leaving trickles of
desire meandering down each leg. Yet she was also aware of the intense
discomfort - of her body's awkward position in general, and of the
vice-like confinement of her sensitive nipples in particular. The
chains rattled slightly as she fidgeted, trying to find the most
"comfortable" discomfort possible in her predicament. The door to the
play room remained open. At any time, she could call out for her
Master, and knew that He would come running to her side instantly. But
if she called for Him indiscriminately, her punishment would be
extremely severe - a lesson she had learned all too well once before.
So she suffered alone, trying to set her mind adrift, envisioning more
pleasurable scenarios. ...yet each scenario involved a similar
predicament. Only the location changed. Then she thought of her current
situation, and tried to anticipate what would happen next. she
envisioned Him returning to the play room, wearing only a smile as He
closed, sealed, and locked the door to again soundproof the room. The
flow of desire intensified, creating new streaks down her thighs as she
imagined her Master positioning Himself behind her, quickly impaling
her, and savagely taking her with all the care of a sadistic rapist.
The vision in her mind was so vivid that she could hear her imagined
screams, feel the imagined tears falling from her eyes and plummeting
to the floor. As best as it could, her body moved of its own accord,
mimicking the events playing out in her head, a solo version of the
ages-old primal dance. "Such a horny, wanton bitch." Raising her head
and looking through the many strands of her lengthy hair, she could see
Him standing just inside the play room. Wearing only a smile, He
closed, sealed, and locked the door, reinstating the soundproof nature
of their private hideaway. His cock was already long and hard, ready to
sweetly pummel her body from the inside. That was exactly what she
needed most. "Please, Master, use Your slave." "I will,
she-who-wishes-to-be-used," He noted aloud, His delight audible in His
voice as He moved toward the willing captive. Practically without
warning, His hands were in her hair, yanking her down onto his
extensive manhood, poking at her throat on the initial penetration and
holding still deep inside her. she tried to scream around the oral
invader, the vibrations of her sounds causing Him to shudder and gasp
aloud and bringing forth several drops of lubrication from Him. The act
was so sudden that she panicked, fighting fiercely in her awkward
confinement as His fists tightened painfully in her hair, her constant
movements torturing her breasts and nipples while the Body-stocks began
to bruise her waist and forearms, her lips spreading their paint around
the base of the thick assailant. The tears were no longer imagined;
they were very real, induced by a panic she had not known for months in
His usually-gentle dominance of her mind and her body. Just as
suddenly, He was gone from her sight, leaving her sputtering and
whimpering with relief. Just as suddenly, He was behind her, once again
introducing her lower cheeks to the heavy oak paddle and causing new
pained sounds to spew forth from her lips. With each strike of the
paddle, she lurched forward as much as the Body-stocks would allow, the
chains at her wrists and ankles rattling, the clamps upon her nipples
shaking fiercely to create two additional sources of pain. her mind was
so overwhelmed that she entered that thick haze she knew so well, her
body's method of protecting her from the full gamut of powerful
sensations that would otherwise threaten to render her unconscious due
to overstimulation. The soft lining of the cuffs, the harsh scraping of
the Body-stocks, the clamps' jiggling adherence to the law of gravity,
the painful impacts of the paddle, the embarrassing feeling of the
liquid love pouring forth from her, the sound of her own cries
overpowering virtually every other sound in the play room - it was all
muted by that haze, that wonderful, sensual, protective haze. Yet she
felt that this was where she truly belonged, that this was what she was
meant to do with her life, that this was the One to whom she could hand
her heart on a silver platter and know that it would be safer than even
the Crown Jewels. Then, her mind unable to comprehend even through the
haze, she floated on a cloud. Time lost all meaning. All she could feel
was an intense heat, both around her and within her. her soul was bared
for all to see. ...and suddenly, she melted. An intense climax shoved
away the haze with the force of a typhoon wind blowing a piece of
cardboard across a virgin landscape. Pain mostly receded as a throbbing
hardness withdrew from her and then pierced her elsewhere, fingernails
digging into the flesh of her hips as her tightest opening was forced
to spread wide to accommodate Him. Her final virgin landscape was no
longer virgin. Her screams and her tears were the proof of the final
barricade's decimation. Her screams turned to cries as her Master held
still inside her, riding her as a finger plucked her clitoris like an
virtuoso violinist. His fingers never slowed, never relaxed, never
allowed her a moment of rest - she was an instrument, singing
beautifully as He played her, enjoying her sweet music. Then, she felt
him expand and release his seed into her. His essence poured into her
small body, threatening to fill her full until the excess spilled out
through her ears. Still she sang for Him, unable to do anything else -
barely even able to breathe. At last, the outrageous assault ceased. He
left her, walking slowly and shakily to the door, unlocking, unsealing,
and opening it so that He could leave her. Slowly, her body calmed
itself, yet she could feel the tidal surges continue for what seemed
like hours. Salty rain departed her body to dampen the floor, while
sweeter liquids coursed down her legs. Unable to swallow due to her dry
throat, what little saliva she could muster dribbled forth from her
lips. The heaving of her chest jostled the nipple clamps and sent
painfully erotic shock waves up her breasts and down her spine to her
core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's
ability to contain it. Even her hair felt ablaze with gratification as
it hung from her in long unkempt strands. Four days later, as they
enjoyed a hot bubble bath together, the bruises on her waist and
forearms were still visible, but fading. her nipples were still too
sensitive to allow her to wear a bra - or anything else above her waist
- without discomfort. Yet it was worthwhile in the end, as it had been
a perfect way to break in the new equipment.

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