From Shutterstock “Woman in Ecstasy”

No names are going to be used in this relatively short story.  It’s to make it applicable to any D/s or M/s relationship.  It’s like a concentrate.  Add water.  For this? Add yourself and someone you wish or already have as the other side.

He had her in Honor Bondage, which she hated.  

He knew she hated it, so he used it a lot.  Honor Bondage meant he placed her wrists where he wanted them on the bed and she damned well better not move an inch.  The same was true for her ankles.

This meant that keeping track and controlling her limbs was added to the stimulations and sensations he overwhelmed her with regularly!  It was fiendishly another way to force her complicity in her submission.  In this case, she was an active partner in her bondage!  It took some training and patience to teach it to a submissive, but the results were well worth the efforts…and extra punishments when they did move.  This made it a win-win for him and a win-win for her.  Depends on when you asked her.

At the moment, he’d taken her well into Orange and was working to Red.  They’d agreed to push her to tears for only the second time so far since they’d begun their dynamic.  It had been a soft limit for her, but she’d tried it a week ago, and she’d found it was therapeutic like others had said.  

This time, she wanted him to take her even further to see what was on the other side.  He had a good idea of what was there, but he was never sure.  Each woman was different, with their buttons or triggers.

The poor girl was already plugged with a medium-sized glass Rose.  It was a beautiful thing and more attractive in her ass.  He’d had her crawl for him to enjoy the full effect.  When he put her on the bed, she knew it was time to get a little more serious or playful, depending again on when you asked her.

Her whimpers and moans were almost nonstop right now because he’d inserted a deep vibrator in her pussy.  It was on High.  This was done after he’d Edged her three times earlier.  She still hadn’t been allowed to come.  Her eyes were getting desperate.  

On her stomach, her ass was arching of it’s own accord or because she was such a sweet slut, which she was.  He’d trained her well enough that her own body betrayed her needs before she could even think to do otherwise.  Her bottom was a nice cherry red from a long warmup spanking.

He was now using the leather sandal.  It was one of her favorite things to wear and to him to use when paddling her.  It stung like a “hundred bees,” she said.  It also could be used for a long time with no skin damage that would last, usually.  Today, it might be different.

The sound of leather on her ass in quick, snappy reports thrilled him so very much!  He was spreading it out so there was no way she could sit or lie down without remembering this session.  His Sweet Slut was also a Pain Slut and become more of one under his care.

Pausing, he wiggled the Rose plug and then the vibrator.  She nearly shrieked and wanted to writhe but was bound by her consent to his Honor Bondage.  He was about to start paddling again when her heard her beg differently.

“Pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeeeee…..” She drew it out and nearly sobbed.

She did it again and then again.  

He figured she was begging to come.  

“No, you better not come.  You know better!” He growled.

She violently shook her head.

“Noooooo….nooooo….pleeeeeeeassseee, Massster?  Pleaassssee hurt me more. Pleasssse?” She begged and arched her ass even higher.

The throb and hardness that hit his cock nearly made him groan loudly.  This is what was past the Red for her?  He’d had his hopes but…his sweet slut subby was begging to become his sweet slut slave.  It wasn’t like he could ensure she knew what she was doing.  They were a little past that point.

Usually, he’d ask if she was sure, but her voice, the sobs in it, the look in her eyes?  This was very real for her right now.  He was the Dom in the room.  Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

“You are freed from the bondage.  Roll onto your back.” He commanded.

“Yessss, Massster.” She answered and then hissed as her bottom made contact with the mattress. 

“Legs up.” He commanded.

“Ohhhhhmmmmmnnnnggg.” She moaned and whimpered while she obeyed.  She knew this was going to be diaper-position: another thing she hated.  He held her ankles up high to stretch her ass and back thigh muscles.  

“Grab your nipples, one in each hand, twist and pinch…HARD…don’t stop until I allow it.” He commanded.

“Oooooo…yesssss, Master.  Yessss…..thank you.”  Those two words came out very clearly among the more passionate or emotional ones.  

He swallowed.  His little slave was thanking him for torturing her!  She wanted this and craved it.  She was a gem.

While she did as commanded with her hands, her face contorted as she was every bit as evil to her own nipples as he would have been.  She knew better than to try to get away with it easier.

He applied the sandal again, back and forth. Starting at her bottom, he went up her back thighs. 

Her body began to rock as she neared something.  He wasn’t sure if it was an orgasm or not.  He was pretty sure she wasn’t sure either.  

“Pllleeeeeassss….don’t….don’t…stopppp, Massster.  Crave thissss…” She begged vehemently.

“Are you close?” He asked.

She nodded quickly.  

Ah, she wanted a Pain orgasm.  They’d not done or tried that before.  He’d known one submissive who admitted to “possibly coming from being spanked” and “possibly coming from being strapped.”  It turned out both had been true.  Even she couldn’t hold a submissive candle to the woman in his control tonight.  It was like she was made for him.  

“PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseMasterplease.” She ranted a babbling string of pleas with the title.

He knew what she meant.  Could she, please, come?

He did what he knew he had to do.

“No.” He told her softly.

She did shriek now and writhed on the mattress.  Hard sobs wracked her body as she tried to hold back a tsunami because he wished it to be that way.  

Improvising, he lowered her legs and then split them.  She kept them there since he’d put them there.  With three fingers, he spanked the left side of her pussy then the right.  Quick, sharp slaps sounded, and her eyes nearly bulged.

“OhGodohGodOhGodohGod.” She chanted.

He teased her about getting “so religious” at times like this and would say, “Yes, what do you want?”  He didn’t do either now.

Come on…. He thought.  Come on…hold it…but come back enough to beg once more…just once more, girl.

Her eyes found his, and she reread his mind and spat out. “Please.”  She grunted and moaned.  She spat it out again but drew it out.  “Pleeeeeeassse?” It was her finest beg he’d ever heard.

“Yes, you may come.  Come for your master.” He told her.

She let out a short laugh, then exploded into sounds and movements, and her eyes twinkled at him.  He knew then she was at the height of her orgasm.

“We’re not stopping.”  He put his hand on the vibrator and began to thrust in and out with it.

“OH GOD!” She moaned in anguish.

He knew it wasn’t fear but a realization for her that he decided when things ended. She didn’t get to decide.

In the space of four minutes, he pushed her into a second and a third orgasm!

Her breathing was so fast and sharp that any longer like this and she would genuinely be incoherent.  They’d already agreed to a finger system when she could no longer speak.  She held up a third finger to signal that the third one was coming.  

“Not yet…you can’t…yet.” He told her.

Her eyes bored into his like he was crazy!

“Who decides?” He asked.

She grimaced but pointed at him.

“That’s right…wait….” He paused and moved the vibrator just slightly differently.

Her face showed she’d felt the difference.  Her eyebrows danced as she held up her hand again.  He didn’t wait for the third finger.

“You may come.” He told her.

She closed her eyes in relief and came.  

He held her after this for several minutes as her body still shook from it all.  Soothing words, a soft blanket, water, and none of it calmed her as quickly as usual.  She clung to him for dear life!  

After a moment, she pulled back slightly.

“Thank you, Master….thank you so much.  I…I needed that.  I craved that.  Thank you…for taking me there.” She kissed his neck.  “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Will you want to go there again?” he asked. He always asked when something new had gone past an old limit.  It was just common decency to do it that way.  Slaves deserved that just like anyone else.

“Mmm…yes.  Yes, please, Master?” She looked up at him, and he saw the hunger in her eyes.  He’d awakened a new level of submission in her, and with it, she was more his than ever before.  She was all his in truth now.

That night, she slept like the dead on her stomach.  He slept like a dead Dom from Drop because of the intensity.  They’d both reached a new plateau.  In so doing, they’d made their bond impenetrable.