Randy Reporting

[Tseranc]

He couldn't believe the wonderfully sinister acts the woman preformed on him. Hands and feet bound, but he felt more a prisoner to the mouth and vibe then any shackles of steel. HE;d always considered a woman kneeling in front of him attending his cock to be a more submissive act on her part, but he had no such thoughts of this now. Constance, Mistress Constance, was certainly in charge, and if he were to cum, it was only because she wished it.

He almost leaped when she increased the vibrators speed, had his feet not been bound to the bar between them. Deep breaths, trying to accept the device's invasion, he concentrated on everything that was happening to him. It was hard to let got of the feeling of helplessness, and focus on the sensations themselves, but after a moment, he managed though barely.

By the time She had given him instructions to cum, he'd largely worked past the discomfort and had only room in his mind for all the wonderful thing she did to him. "Yes Mistress." He counted, in his head, as she took him deep down her throat, wishing like hell he could see her do it; knowing full well that he was missing out on a grand sight.

The counting continued, and the more she worked the better he felt, until his whole body was on fire with a lust and need he had never known. But as the numbers in his head increased, he began to fear that he could not fulfill her demand. He'd cum twice already this morning, and his rod was solid, and sensitive to even her slightest touch, but it was as if there were a barrier between him and hi orgasm.

The chains rattled as the frustration, and counting continued; fighting his bonds as if that would help him reach the edge he needed. But 20 came, and he did not. Every nerve in his body was burning, every sensation more extreme; as if all his senses had been heightened, leaving him in a state of pure erotic pleasure and torment. His eyes watered behind the blindfold, feeling he could not take any more, but neither could he have it stop without reaching his orgasm.

“I”m sorry...I can't...don't stop...please....” he didn't know what to say, or beg for, but he knew that he would not utter a color, any color for fear she would stop. Not knowing if he could literally take it, but not willing to let it go if he had any say about it; which he didn't except to beg her. “Too good...oh fuck...please.........Mistress....” The last were practically whimpered.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance heard the plea in her pet’s voice, and realized that he’d reached a point where he was hovering on the edge of some great divide. She drew her mouth from his cock, licked her way across his balls and then released his legs, freeing his ankles and rubbing them gently. Her hands moved back to his ass and she pulled the vibe out, shutting it off and then she returned to her meal from earlier. Her mouth swallowed him up. Her fingers toyed with his testicles. She sucked hard, then softer. Several minutes she remained on her knees, before once more popping off and drawing herself up to her small height. “You please me greatly,” she cooed. “You’re cock is so hard. Thick. Delicious.”

She held his tool in her hand stroking it up and down, letting his stimulation become less intense, yet she knew he was still enjoying her fingers and her caresses. Constance flicked his nipple with her tongue, then tugged on the hard bead, pulling it tight, rubbing her wet muscle across it and then releasing it. The skin snapped back into place. She treated its twin to the same pleasure and then left his cock alone so she could release his cuffs. Her palms ran over his chest and soon she was peeling his mesh shirt up and over his head.

She rubbed his arms, and his wrists. She took one hand and led him to a wooden bench. The fabric covering the plank of metal would keep him safe from splinters or scratches. “Sit down.” He did and she stroked his dick as a reward. “Lay back.” The two words spoken with no real emotion behind them, but Constance’s body would have betrayed her if Randy could have seen his surroundings. Her nipples were like small pebbles, pointing out under the sheer material she wore. Her breasts, if Randy could feel them, were heavy with lust. Her pussy was soaked. The scent of her arousal radiated up from her. She helped him lay back. His head rested on the end of the platform, a thick foam insert had been covered with the same material so that Randy’s head was pillowed.

Once more she secured him. His knees were bent, his feet touched the floor. His ankles were secured with leather bands and buckles; his arms lay against his sides. His wrists were then restrained. Constance removed her clothing, then walked over to one of her trays; the sound of metal scrapping metal filled the room. “You’re gonna stay hard for me.” Her voice demanded nothing less than his acceptance. His cock was angry. His balls swollen. The metal rings gleamed in the light and she loved every sparkle.

She straddled Randy, took his cock in her hand and then pushed it into her slick hole. Only then did she reach over him, letting her nipples and generous tits press into his chest. She licked his lips, pulled away when he tried to kiss her back, and then removed his blindfold. As his eyes adjusted to the light, she whispered, “This will only hurt for a minute, then I’m going to fuck you.” That was the only warning she gave; she sat up and latched both alligator clips to his stiff nipple points, then began to lift and slam herself up and down on his thick shaft.

 

[Tseranc]

He accepted everything she did to him, though half of him regretted that she was slowly decreasing all the sensations. The vibe off and removed left him feeling oddly exposed, but so long as she kept on devouring his cock, he couldn't dwell on it. When she finally uncuffed hi, massaging his arms and wrists, he was sorry it was over. But the disappointment didn't last long, as his Mistress stripped off his shirt and then led him elsewhere to begin something new.

He sat, then lay back on the bench that was barely wide enough to lay on with any comfort of not falling off. Soon he was once more bound, naked except for restraints and the steel around his balls and cock. He heard her fetch something, but didn't have long to ponder what it was, and she moved over him, and unceremoniously shoved his cock deep inside her. It was only then he was given his sight back; the vanishing blindfold let the dim light flood back to his eyes painfully. He didn't even have time to see the clips before they were clamped on his chest. He let out a yelp of surprise and pain, but as promised, she began fucking the ever living hell out of him.

Each hard slam into him, he let out a grunt, loving how his cock remained almost painfully stiff for her to ride. He felt as if he was being used as little more then a toy, which was what she had called him. He was little more then the rest of the man attached to a dildo.

The sight, the sounds of her enjoyment, and the feel of her vice around him kept him hard, and returned him to that feeling of delighted frustration, as he wanted to badly to cross the invisible barrier between him and release.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The feel of his stiff rod sliding in and out of her, drove Constance closer to her first climax. She watched her lover as she felt the first orgasm roll over her. It hadn’t surprised her that she would come quick. Her pussy had been aching since she’d touched her pet’s cock and then later played and toyed with his body. The rings that circled his balls and his dick only added to the appeal of his massive tool. The blood was forced to stay pooled up in his veins and stretch his skin, making him even thicker than normal. She bounced up and down, clenching his meat and feeling the engorged veins rub against her fleshy walls.

Another eruption of hot juice showered him and she threw her head back as she rode the wave of sin that consumed her. Her fingers reached out. Her nails dragged across his chest, eventually she shuddered and regained some sense of focus. One finger wrapped around the metal chain of the clamps and she tugged them, sending fresh shots of stimulation through Randy’s body. “You like me fucking you?” she growled, and tugged again. “Using your cock, covering it in come?”

She released the chain and rubbed her clit with two fingers. Her other hand moved to her breasts and she tugged on the tips of them both before reaching down and releasing one clamp from her lover’s bead. Constance paused in her fucking, the clamp soon was placed on her nipple and she smiled down at Randy. Constance resumed her sweet torment. Each time she rose up, the chain grew tight and tugged on Randy’s matching clip.

 

[Tseranc]

He decided he was in one of those bar stories that you never believe, but love listening to, as the guy brags on and on about how crazy this one chic was. Most those tales had nothing on the reality that was Mistress Constance Holtman.

“Yes....Mistress....I like you fucking me.” a profound understatement. She felt wonderful slamming into him repeatedly. The feel of her tight pussy gripping him was nearly too much to bear; it felt too good, to the point where hurt. But even that hurt was somehow a pleasure filled torment.

The haze in his mind separating him from a truly coherent consciousness grew to the point he hardly noticed the removal of one of the clamps on his nipple. Hardly noticed how the jerks on the chain came in prefect time with her motions, until he open his eyes again, and noticed that the end she removed from him was placed on her own protruding bud.

A shudder ran through him, starting simultaneously at the top of his head, and the tips of his toes, and slamming through him like a shock wave, meeting in his groin in an explosion of feelings. His head had lifted, then slammed back down on the bench, but he never noticed. Questions came to mind over what had just happened, but were immediately lost to the fog.

Her molten hot pussy continued to envelope him, and he prayed it would never stop, at least not until another one of ...whatever...happened.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

As Constance watched Randy tighten underneath her, and felt his hips thrust forward, his facial features contort into a mask of utter pain/pleasure, she purred happily inside. “I’m not done with you. . .” she hissed out, continuing to ride her toy, until she was again showering him in her juices. Minutes went by, Constance bringing herself closer to the edge, then purposely stopping and prolonging her own pleasure, as well as forestalling Randy’s orgasm. She had a feeling it was rare for him to be taken to a level where his body both fought to come, and yet prayed not too.

Her nipple ached, the pink pearl, no longer the brilliant color, but had turned white as the tension of the clamp claimed her. Eventually, Constance’s needs began to drive her faster, no longer waiting, nor carrying about the man beneath her. She needed to come again, the build up stronger than any she’d had that morning.

Reaching back with one hand, she gripped her lover’s balls. Her fingers squeezed the gems, giving just enough sensation to border on pain, but yet the pleasure was still evident in the dick she rode. Her other hand moved back to her clit. The hard nub was twisted and pulled.

“You’re mine. . . Ooh fuck. . .MINE!” she screamed as her climax reached the point of no return. Her head was flung back, her nipples arching and aching from the pull of the clamp’s chain, and her pussy wrapping even tighter around the tool that she plunged herself on.

 

[Tseranc]

Completely lost to the world Randy lay then and blissfully endured anything the sexual demon above him had to offer. His conscious mind never even registered her rather adamant claim on him, and as she came yet again, he too thrashed about as another violent shock wave tore through him.

As her actions subsided, he felt distant from the world, just laying there willing, eager to see whatever she had in mind for him. Randolph Foster was a stranger to the man laying bound to a bench for his Mistress's enjoyment.

His head, the only free appendage, rolled about, as if he were drunk out of his mind. His eyes were hardly those of a responsive, coherent human being. He wanted to shower her with thanks and his amazement, but couldn't find the words or the ability to form them.

He really was hers, and he lacked the sense to be terrified of the fact.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance collapsed on her lover. Her throat dry and sore, her pussy raw from the abuse she’d put it through, yet deep inside she felt wonderful. Her fingers slipped between them and she released the clamp on his nipple, then her own. She pressed her lips to his, covering them in soft kisses, as she whispered words of pride over his lips, praising him for pleasing his Mistress. She slipped from his cock, then off of his sweat soaked body. Her fingers moved to the sticky cock, now limp and completely worn. Her hand slipped to the rings and she quickly removed them, walked over and put them in a small sink. The restraints soon followed and with each ones unbuckling, Constance massaged her lover’s skin.

She knew he was not ready to move, still lost in the aftermath of what they’d done. Pulling a stool up to the bench, she sat down and began to massage her lover. She worked her fingers into his bent calf muscles, bending over so she could reach his firm legs. She then took care of his thigh, a hip and then his arms. In time she moved herself and her stool to the opposite side and worked his worn and used limps into a more relaxed and yet non-numbing state.

“Randy,” she whispered against his lips. “Come with me. . .”

She waited till he turned his head and eventually rose, though she knew it was hard for him to do. They walked slowly to the other room, where she pulled back the covers and pushed him gently to the mattress, then when his legs were up, she covered him. She left him alone, long enough to get them both a bottle of chilled water. Once she was back in the room and at his side, she could see he was sleeping. Leaving the water on the stand by the bed, Constance walked to the other side and slipped in beside him. Wrapped her arm around his waist and snuggled against his back.

 

[Tseranc]

Her hands washed over him, and aside from enjoying the massage, he felt almost abandoned by his Mistress, but the soothing rubbing slowly eased him back into the here and now. He followed, mindlessly where she told him and had passed out almost before his head hit the pillow. He never even noticed how the sight of the same bed, just a night before had caused his stomach to knot, but did no such thing now.

When he woke, be it minutes, or hours later, he found his Mistress naked beside him in the bed. He could tell she was sleeping from the slow but deep rise and fall of her glorious chest under the covers.
His head was clear, at least in comparison to earlier, and he replayed the events. Going through it all, he could only come to the conclusion that he would love kissing her feet, if it meant this was what he could expect from her.

Somehow though he knew there was much more inshore, and that their play this morning was just the tip of some iceberg. He couldn't wait to see what happened when she woke, and took charge once more.

Glancing around he noticed the bottle of water, and reflexively licked his lips, just now noticing how thirsty he was. He reached for it, and took over half the contents down in one breath. He pulled the bottle away long enough to take a few deep breaths, but then finished the water.

Thirst satisfied for the moment, he lay back down and snuggled close to the woman of continuous wonders.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

A low rumbling against her ear, awoke Constance. She opened her eyes, smiled against the warm stomach she’d found her head lying against and then slipped up her lover’s body, planting kisses along the way. When she reached his chin, she knew he was awake and she nipped playfully at the point, before claiming his lips.

Their tongues danced back and forth as she parlayed with him. When they parted she leaned against her palm and supported herself with her elbow. “Upstairs there are various cold luncheon meats, wheat, white, or rye bread, and all the condiments you can think of. Make a variety of sandwiches, I like them all. . .and then come back down. We’ll discuss what happened this morning.”

She slipped out of bed and pulled a robe from a closet, pulled it over her naked frame and then took a seat at a small table in the corner. She watched him look around for something to put on, but she only shook her head no, as she waited for him to leave the room and then return with their food.

 

[Tseranc]

Finally, with nothing covering him but the collar around his neck, he proceeded up the stairs as instructed. He found what he was looking for quickly, and set to work. Before long a variety, a vast one, had been constructed and arranged on a platter. With the platter balanced on one hand and bottles of water gripped by their tops in the other, he ventured back down the stairs, trying to ignore the cool air until back in the warmth of the 'basement'.

“Here you are Mistress Constance, Lunch is served.” His grin was playful, but genuine. Setting the platter and waters down on the table, he waited for further instructions.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She’d waited patiently, cleaning up after them, not once thinking it beneath her. Truth be told, Constance enjoyed taking care of her rooms, and her toys after playing. It gave her time to think and analyze all that had been done, or would never be done again. She thought of her lover’s initial dislike of his ass being invaded. She needed to know his thoughts about all they’d done, answer his questions, settle his fears. It wasn’t hard for the Domme to imagine fear in a man of Randy’s high stature. Fear was in everyone, it was just either deeply hidden, never realized, or managed. Even Constance feared things, she just managed them.

The bed was quickly made, the pillows fluffed and her seat reclaimed by the time her toy moved back into the room, setting a tray full of sandwiches and drinks. “Wonderful,” she told him, smiling warmly and running one palm over his arm. “Sit and eat with me. Then we’ll talk.”

Once he did as she’d instructed him, Constance picked up one of the sandwiches, grinned and dived in. She was famished, her lover and her had worked up an appetite that matched the wild ride she’d experienced early. Her eyes drifted over him as he enjoyed his food, eventually she found herself growing hungry for more, but knew she had to wait, for what she wished to devour still needed to confine in her what he enjoyed or didn’t enjoy about their session.

She sipped her water and nibbled on a second sandwich as she gazed at the way his fingers moved and the way his chest rose and fell when he breathed. Most of all she found herself becoming lost in his eyes. “Tell me what you are thinking,” she asked, taking a long drink from her bottle of water

 

[Tseranc]

Swallowing the bit of sandwich he was chewing as the question came, he paused only long enough to wash it down with water. “Mistress, it's still kind of...hard to explain. I don't think anything was truly unpleasant. Arms can ache from being bound above my head, but aches, it seems are to be somewhat expected here. Everything else was new, and strange, but seeing as how much you enjoyed it, that made it all enjoyable, at least to some extent.”

He put the sandwich down completely, despite his hunger, and thought on the specifics. He still was not thinking in anything going beyond this week, but nothing she had done were unbearable for the remainder of the week, and several he hoped would happen again. “I was lost for a bit there. Disconnected. Looking back, it should scare me, but I think it was the most enjoyable part. It seemed raw, primal; as if my conscious self was merely watching and along for the ride. It's hard to describe really, like a sensory overload, but centered on pleasure. If that makes sense.” He stuffed the sandwich into his mouth to fulfill hie hunger and to prevent even less helpful words from slipping out. He really was at a loss as to how to describe, and he was afraid he might literally beg for more of the same.

His eyes locked with hers as he continued to chew carefully, attempter to appear as refined and well mannered as he was in a fine restaurant, despite his present nudity.

What had he gotten himself into?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She finished her meal, sipped at her water and listened to Randy explain to her, as best he could, what he’d been feeling and what he felt. When she sensed he was finished, she stood up and moved over to his side. He watched her and she smiled, running one finger over his collar and then across his neck. A small space separated her toy from the table and she wiggled her way through it. Randy caught her meaning and shoved her chair back.

“Thank you,” she told him, the straddled his lap. Her legs on either side of his and her breasts eagerly pressed into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You had a different kind of orgasm. Much like a woman has, but with the absence of fluids. It’s like a rush, one you want to reach again, but yet. . .it is painful in a way, so you aren’t sure if you want to seek that level. When you get there though, you embrace it and your heady with desire wanting nothing more than to have it consume you. . .Is that what you felt?” she asked, her lips moving to tug gently on his ear as she rolled her hips up and down, left and right.

Constance felt her sex tingling as she let her pet’s cock rub against it. “You were so hard for so long, pet. I loved fucking you. I loved covering you in my come. I’d like to do that again. I’m going to do that again. . .often.” Once more she ground her clit against him, letting the curls of his sex mash against her slippery home.

 

[Tseranc]

With this woman grinding against his lap, he wanted nothing more in the world to be hard for her again, but between how used he'd already been, and trying to think through all that was being said, he had to settle for just enjoying her silky folds rubbing against him, and her body close to his.

“Yes, sounds right...Mistress.” He really was in uncharted territory now, and knowing that his confidence in being able to live up to his promise waned. He was excited, thrilled to be with her, but when expecting the unexpected still managed to fall far short, apprehension crept back into him.

After hearing how she was going to fuck him again, and often, he swallowed hard, “Thank you, I'm happy you enjoyed me, Mistress.” He dared to look into her eyes, as if admitting he was lost for what else to say or do...or think or feel. Dammit how had she reduced him to something so small so fast?!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance smiled as her lover and pet seemed at a loss for words. She continued to grind herself against him, not caring or needing him hard for her. “You’re very much enjoyed,” she told him as her clit rubbed hard against him. She hissed and moaned as she teased herself on his limp shaft that was wedged between her lips.

“Pet, whether you are hard or not, I’ll fuck you. Whether you come or not, matters little to me. Your body is mine. I enjoy all sorts of play,” she reached down and grabbed his shaft, pushed the head against her clit and rubbed furiously against it. “I’ll come when I desire and perhaps one day you’ll be rewarded with an opportunity to tease me and prolong my orgasm, but for now. . .your mine to fuck,” she growled.

“You may not be hard, pet, but you certainly have a mouth, use it.”

She lifted one of her large breasts and fed it to him, barely giving him time to register what she wanted as she continued to hump his limp tool, getting her pleasure from the teasing touch of his rod sliding through her slick folds.

 

[Tseranc]

Barely processing her word, he opened his mouth with intent of replying, only to have it instantly full of creamy flesh. He sucked, and sucked hard on the tit she'd forced on him, licking its hard nipple when he had to breath. She never let up, keeping him practically gagged on the tit as she road his limp tool, a matter that frustrated him greatly.

He wanted nothing more then to be hard and be able to fuck her as she wanted, but instead felt reduced to the status of a toy, and a over used, barely functional one at that. Still, through his doubt, he preformed as instructed to the best of his present ability. His soft cock slid easily between her lips, a feeling that thrilled him well beyond the point he should have been rock solid, but instead just fleshy lips against fleshy cock as she used it to tease her clit.

Pulling away from the breast in his mouth, he begged for its twin, and was rewarded by that being shoved into his face in turn. He worked hard, sucking, licking and biting at it just as eh had the previous mound, wishing to please her in any way he was capable.

Still, he could not shake the feeling of being some simple object, though by her words, he was beginning to think that was the point. He was her toy this week, whether he was ready or not.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Yesss. . .” the drawn out word of approval slipped from Constance’s lips. Her head lolled to one side as she stimulated herself toward a small, but very fulfilling orgasm. She moaned softly, as her come slipped freely from her pussy to cover the limp tool of her toy. While the little shudders escaped her she found herself pleased with her current lover. She felt him continuing his suckling from her tit and another wave washed from her, followed by a purr.

“You do that so well,” she whispered, and then tilted her head back, removed her breast from his mouth and covered his lips with hers. She swept her wet muscle along side his, dancing slowly, while she came down from her little high. When she was ready to breathe again, she slipped from his cock and rested between his thighs, enjoying the thrill of washing her toy’s appendage. After her quick bathing, she rose to her knees.

“When you are ready, feel free to return upstairs. Wash, if you desire, rest more if the need arises. I have some work to do in my office, the house is yours, but be down here at seven o’clock. Eat before you arrive, for you’ll need your stamina again. I still have many things I wish to do to you. . .for you. . and with you.”

Constance pressed her lips to his again, before leaving the room and returning to her own, where she showered and changed into lace-up tube dress and black stilettos. Once that was done she found her way to her office and began to make a few calls to arrange a special night with Randy at a unique club she was a member of.

 

[Tseranc]

Lost in the moment of enjoyment, and her managing an orgasm, Randy was stunned when she dropped down to 'clean' him off, but his instructions spun his head far more. He was at a loss, and as such, failed to ask for a few more details before she was gone.

Gone, and suddenly, with out her there, the room was much colder, and oddly more intimidating. She lit up a room, any room and gave it life. Now, each construct of sexual depravity just seemed cold, and useless. He grabbed his shirt and 'briefs' off the ground, and also placed her most delightful fishnet garment neatly on the bed.

Upstairs he did avail himself of a shower, and while washing ran over the day's events in his head, stunned and excited about each. When he left the shower he check the time; 3 o'clock. Had been one hell of a day, and a really long shower. The guest room help no interest for him, but he did decide that if this was how the week would go, he'd nap whenever he could.

Waking at 6, thanks to his alarm, he shaved and groomed himself once more, and checked the closet for something to wear. He had no idea what to expect, so he went with the most versatile he could find; a pair of the various underwear she seemed to enjoy her toy's in, this with a leather 'pouch ' for his junk, and mesh on the side – and little enough of that! Noticing his previously picked out shirt had inspired a good reaction, and the the fishnet construction didn't wrinkle, he'd give it another go, since it had not lasted long on his body before. Below this he added some really bagged black pants, and black leather shoes that, this time, failed to surprise him were in his size.

Again making his way down to the kitchen, he began fixing something fast, having only about 45 minutes left. Soup from a can and a sandwich did just fine for him, and he washed the bowl and plate before heading back upstairs to brush his teeth and gather anything else he might need for the evening. He put his wallet in his pocket, and then placed the collar back around his neck.

He was waiting in her dungeon, on the couch, fifteen minutes before seven, and eagerly awaiting her arrival.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance rolled her shoulders and clicked on the screen to her computer. She watched her newest lover and pet sitting quietly downstairs waiting for her to arrive. She smiled as she watched him casually glancing at the room he was in, noting the design, the furniture, lighting and other various oddities, that would one day be used on him.

She stood up and smoothed her dress. After shutting down her system, she headed down to the dungeon to greet her lover. “Good evening, pet,” she whispered as she reached around him and kissed his neck. In one hand she held a collar she’d plucked from the wall. She slipped it around his neck, three rings rested inside the leather band. Once it was buckled in place she walked around and gripped the center one. “Rise,” she demanded. He did and she smiled, releasing the loop.

“I spoke to you yesterday of a safe word. We will discuss that now. There are three colors that many use when dealing with their pets. Green. Yellow. Red. Each one means exactly what you may think. Green means you are willing to continue what is happening to you. Yellow means you’re still able to tolerate it, but it is bordering on the edge of too much. Red. . .means you’re done. You cannot take anymore. Tonight. . .I am going to see how much pain you can take. I want to see if pain brings you pleasure.”

“When you call out Red the action will stop. The pain will remain, but you may be surprised to find with that pain there is pleasure.”

Constance walked over to a bureau and opened its large mahogany doors. She pulled out three floggers. One was white, made of deer hide, the other was a ball and chain flogger. The balls were small as was the diameter of the chain. They resembled the chain pull that is often used in ceiling fans. The final one she was the most curious about her pet’s reaction. She turned to face her pet, the silver of the cable flogger caught the glimmering of the lights. “These are the first of our toys for tonight. I’ll be working with them, as well as various other things. The clamps, which you were introduced to this evening, as well as the butt plug that vibrated through you.”

She stepped forward. “This is a lot to absorb. Take a few minutes to examine these,” she laid the floggers on the table in front of him. "When you are ready meet me in the room where we began this morning. Bring the floggers. All of them.”

Constance turned and made her way to the room, to ready her equipment. She wondered how long it would be before her pet found his courage and stepped into her domain once again.

 

[Tseranc]

At least one of them was nuts, and if he picked these up and walked into that room, he was pretty sure that the official total would be two. Staring at the implements he tried to imagine what each would do, and he was only brave enough to consider his back; and he was quite certain her imagination held no such restrictions.

The leather seemed bad enough, but it wouldn't do any damage. He touched the ball chains of the second, and grew convinced that unless swung only teasingly, there was no good coming from that one. The third he tried to ignore as best he could, the thin wire would not need much force to cut skin, and with three loops, that could do some potential damage.

Oddly, he wasn't worried about his health; he was convinced she'd do him no real harm. But suffering pain, no matter how fleeting did not sound overly fun. Still, having only taken a few minutes, he scooped them all up and waltzed int to join her. She looked amazing, as always, and had a difficult time looking anywhere but at her. “If I may be so bold, you look amazing Mistress.” He offered out the three 'toys' to her, trying not to appear like a man holding a viper at arms length.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance smiled back at her lover, glancing at the floggers he held in his hands. “Thank you, pet,” she whispered, and took the implements, set them on the table next to her and then took a leash from the table, hooked it to his collar and walked him to the corner of the room.

A few feet away, they stopped and she dropped his leash, took his right hand, lifted it and secured it to a black leather restraint that hung from a steel chain. The other hand was treated to the same maneuver, leaving both of his arms spread wide above him. Her eyes ran down his full frame and rested on his cock, which had grown thicker despite any misgivings he’d had. She rubbed it with a firm and knowing grip, before walking away and lifting a long bar from a bureau in the room. Again she returned to him, knelt and attached the bar to his ankles with the use of another pair of leather banded restraints.

When she was satisfied she glanced up at her pet and licked her lips in anticipation. “We’re almost ready, pet,” she told him, as she rose to her feet and walked back to the table where the floggers lay. On the surface there was a box, various switches and controls littered the metallic surface. She pressed one button while watching her pet’s reaction. The steel chains jiggled as they were tightened up and their length shortened, forcing Randy to balance on his toes.

She walked back to him, the soft flogger of deer hide lapped gently on her palm. She paused at another table, where sharper toys rested. Her fingers gracefully plucked a knife up from its shiny surface. “I like seeing you clothed and I’ll probably regret doing this, but I do enjoy the look of running a blade along your skin and seeing the trust build between us. . .”

With that she began to slide the sharp tool up his shirt, cutting into the soft mesh. “It’s a very wicked weapon, isn’t it?” she asked, as she sliced easily through the leather bands that held the mesh together. Eventually the front lay split open and she ran the tip along his chest, teasing the hard nipples. “Trust is a precious thing, pet.” Her sentence was followed by the blade running along the mesh and leather of his pouch.

 

[Tseranc]

Randy let himself be manipulated into the bonds, and with one tug once she was done, he knew he was well secured. He knew his large hands would not slip through the leather, nor would the chain give way to any amount of yanking he did.

And then by a winch he had not noticed, the chains his wrists were secured to, grew tight, and help him nearly suspended. Uncomfortable was an understatement, but he know now there could be no pulling or yanking.

The knife seemed a small concern beside the floggers he'd held, but it was an exotic blade (as if she'd own something less) and wicked looking. The blade clearly razor sharp, slicing through the leather portions of his garments as if paper.

Fixing his jaw, and internally bracing himself for whatever was to come, he didn't care that his cock stood out to betray his lust. Her eyes, like that of a predator entranced him. But aroused or no, he was ready to take whatever she dished out.

“Yes Mistress, trust is a rare wonder.” Could he really trust her, with those eyes that never saw him, but a malevolent child with a new toy to break.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance made quick work of the fabric that kept Randy’s secrets hidden. The material was strong, but not strong enough for the steel weapon that sliced through the woven fabric. “I’m not going to hurt you, well. . . not more than you can take, or enjoy. This is all new to you. It isn’t for me, so believe me when I say there is a greater reward in the end then you can ever imagine. Remember how wonderful you felt when you came and how good it felt to know you brought me pleasure.”

She licked her lips, rose up and kissed his mouth, making sure to slowly seduce his kisses so they grew more hungry for her. When she pulled away, she did so reluctantly, yet with anticipation for what was to come.

With his hands suspended, his legs restrained and spread wide, Randy looked to be a man in a situation that no one could escape from. This was not the case, Constance knew this as did her lover. One word would free him. It was now Randy’s job to determine when to use it and Constance’s job to listen to not only her lover’s voice, but his body as well. “We’re both learning tonight,” she told him. “I’m learning what you can withstand and you are learning what more there is inside you, that you didn’t know was there.”

She walked behind him, lifted her knife and finished removing the rest of the shirt he’d been wearing, the pouched thong long before shredded and discarded. The material lay in small rags on the floor, which she gathered and dropped into a small basket in the corner, before returning to her lover’s figure and picking up the first flogger.

Without warning the first strike was delivered against Randy’s back. She didn’t wait for him to absorb the shock of being struck before she delivered another and then another. Back and forth she went, each swipe timed precisely and kept steady thus allowing Randy to gauge when the blow would come. Constance knew this was only a warm up to what would come later. She wanted not only his body ready, but his mind as well.

 

[Tseranc]

Her disrobing him with a blade seemed a waist of his picking out 'clothes' but said nothing. The idea of a woman with a blade had always been exciting, though it had always been more hypothetical fantasy. He'd also expected to be bound up somehow, and offered no resistance to that either. But the first struck of the whip, or flogger, or whatever she called it, had not been expected so soon, and his back went ridged.

The sharp tails landed again and again, but he tried to breath and force himself to relax a little, before he cut off circulation in his wrists and ankle from straining against them. Slow deep breaths, he reminded himself. After awhile, the blows weren't bad at all, since they could be predicted and he could rest a bit. Rest! What a relative term that had grown into!

But oddly enough, after his skin grew warm, he actually thought i kind of felt....good. Not great, not anything to write about, but almost pleasant. He shook his head, thinking this must just be some trick of the mind, and it was only good in comparison to not relaxing and it being a surprise at first. That was all...right?