NCO Trouble

[hereiam_1971]

The emotions that flooded through Amy as John met her kiss were as electrifying as the pleasure he had just given her. He was being so tender now, filling that need just as he had filled the raw carnal need only minutes before. As they simultaneously broke the kiss, she looked up at him, and wondered how she had gotten herself in this position. She knew this was what she wanted; she had wanted this man since she saw him step off the plane.

She watched as he began to untie her, rubbing her wrists and stretching as he released her arms. Her body still tingled at his kisses, as weary as she felt. Her mind was reeling at this total change in him; her mind flashed back to the ferocity that he had applied the binds in contrast with the tenderness he was taking when releasing them. His lips felt like magic against her skin and she wanted to say something, anything that would make him forgive her for her transgressions against him.

When Any was able to move on her own, she sat up on the small bed; leaning against him, she let herself cry again, though this time not for the boy that had left her years ago, but for her need, her desire, for the man she had right now. Even early this evening, she had just wanted him to fuck her and leave, but now, she suddenly felt that she couldn’t live without his control. He spoke to her, telling her he understood her motivations, but she still felt she had wronged him.

“John, again, I am so sorry about the way I treated you, you didn’t deserve it.” She knew the excuse was weak, but she had to try to justify herself to him.

He continued as he touched her face; and Amy trembled as she felt his tongue against her skin tasting her tears. She listened, trying to make sure that she was doing exactly what he wanted of her. As he spoke to her of the situation the two of them had suddenly found themselves in, she knew she would do whatever she had to, to keep him.

Again she felt his lips against hers, and she felt herself being drawn into his embrace. She nodded in understanding as he told her how she needed to act outside of this room. “I will John, I have put on that front for so long, I want you, I want you like you were tonight, both when you first got here, and now. I can, no I will do whatever I need to do to keep both of those feelings.” Her voice caught as she replied, and again she felt her eyes begin to tear. She pressed her head against his chest, comfort radiating from him. She shivered as he again cupped her chin, looking down into her eyes as he asked her to trust him to follow his lead, but at the same time would let her do the job that everyone else trusted her to do.

Amy murmured to him, pleading for him not to leave her. “Please stay John, stay with me, Please.”

Amy felt that electricity again, as John whispered to her. "I have your back... I will always have your back now... I do need... as much as I don't want to... I do need to go. It would look too suspicious if I slipped from your room before your shift starts... " She watched him rise from her bed, and she was already missing his touch, even though he was only a few feet away. She knew he had to go, but she didn’t want him to; she watched him dress and caught the shirt as he tossed it to her.

She held it close, and was suddenly aware of her nudity if front of him. She drew the sheet around her, and stiffened as he once again, leaned over to whisper in her ear. She relished every word he murmured in her ear, his voice sensual. "Tomorrow, be ready for something unexpected from me pet... You will always be my slave now... tonite, however, you earned your sleep. Sleep well sugah..."

She watched him slip out her door, his departing wink and flip remark, again sending butterflies through her stomach and a shiver up her spine. As the door closed, she stood, letting the sheet fall from aaround her body and went to the door to her unit. She slipped it open, and watched him cross to his own barracks.

She sat back down on her bed; glancing at the clock she saw it was almost one. She would have to get up in four hours, to prepare her section for PT and assign the daily tasks. Her mind kept wandering back to John Hammonds; how had he gotten to her, she had tried so hard to avoid this situation, she hadn’t been attracted to a man like this in so long. Though she realized, he had more offer than even Sean had, and she hadn’t known she needed it until this morning.

She thought back to his last promise, something unexpected. She tried to imagine what it was, and subconsciously held his shirt to her nude body. She wished he was here, filling it, giving the cloth substance, and before she knew it, her alarm was ringing. Glancing over to the clock she saw it was now five a.m.
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Her body was stiff, the memory of fighting against the ropes as John Hammonds brought her ever closer to the edge put a small smile on her face. She stood, stretching, and slowly donned her PT gear. The ache between her legs also brought back the memory of his rough assault on her sex, and she felt her knees grow weak as she knew that was how she wanted him.

She stood in front of the mirror, she saw a woman she didn’t know, one who was now vulnerable. Swallowing, she knew she had to put that person aside, and she straightened, ignoring the pain from having been held in one position for hours. She smiled at the mirror, her blue eyes flashing in its reflection, and then she opened the door.

Banging on the first class’s door, she called out for him to sound revile. This was what she was, the Senior NCO of a Air Force section in a combat zone, and it was up to her to make sure that every airman under her command was rotated back to the states unharmed. Standing in front of the team as they fell into formation, she felt confident.

Then she saw him emerge sleepily from his barracks, and she looked down for a moment, regaining her composure, as the section fell into an ordered group. He strode confidently to his position, in the middle rank, fourth from the front, and she again heard his words from the night before. “We just have to be VERY smart about this.”

She called them to attention, then she quietly, but with authority instructed AC1 Hernandez to begin the stretching exercises. As she looked over the whole section, she felt MSgt Donaldson fall in next to her. She took over from Hernandez and spoke in an authoritative voice.

“Section…. Attention…Right Face, and Forward March.” The group obeyed her commands instantly, and she glanced again to where John stood in the formation, his bearing perfect. She again commanded them to begin to double time, and the formation took off on their morning run.

 

[Powerdog16]

When morning arrived for the Airman, he found himself tired and yet empowered with a new confidence that he had not felt since he arrived on station 2 months ago. He quickly bound to his feet, cleaned up and prepared for PT yet again as they did everyday. As he brushed his teeth, he glanced in the mirror and spotted his backpack sitting in the chair near his bed and felt a blush grow on his face. Had all that had happened last night been a fantasy or dream?

He grew excited as he headed out and got into formation with the rest of the squadron. He set his eyes on Amy and found her blushing very deeply, so he quickly moved his look away, towards everyone else. He was in quiet conversation with a few guys from the shop when she called the group to attention, did their morning stretches and then took them out on their morning run.

As usual, the run always started out in formation, but then broke off into independant run a little ways into it. This had come down mainly because those that could run fast hated being slowed down by the ones that didn't. John had been one of the quiet complainers about it before and he had been pleased when the policy had been changed.

As a result, he found himself in his usual way out in front of the pack pace with a handful of other guys. He managed to even run past Amy and MSgt Donaldson whom was trying to pace her. For a moment, he saw Amy start to pick up speed to run with him... then slow back down to pace with Donaldson. He realized that the NCIOC was not as physically fit as the rest of the unit and was looking to pick up his run time and had asked Amy for help.

He also caught a momentary glance of the Donaldson at Amy's ass when he was passing them. Did he have some kind of sexual craving for his slave? Was this something he could exploit later?

He raced a long way, taking the usual path which led them through several storage unit which held supplies for engineering and communications. It was rarely entered into unless there was a need for either of the facilities. As he raced along, he glanced back and found that Amy was gone as was most everyone else, save for Sam, his wingman. He suddenly made a decision just as he spotted Amy turning the corner.

John moved his run just a bit too close to one of the support lines of the tents, caught his foot up in the rope and fell end over end, landing flat on his back! The fall had actually hurt, though it was slightly intentional! He needed to sell it... He skinned up his knee and Sam instantly stopped, turned and headed back to him, "Dude... you okay?"

"Yeah..." John muttered as he started pulling himself up... wincing as he put weight on his ankle.

Amy and Donaldson closed in and soon the two of them stopped as well. "You okay kid?" Donaldson asked.

"Yeah... think I sprained the ankle... not sure... hurts to put weight on it..." John muttered. He glanced up at Amy and she knew exactly what she had to do...

"MSgt Donaldson, if you will keep pace with Sam here... I will help him to the hospital to have it checked out..." He heard his girl say....

He heard reluctant agreement and soon Amy was supporting him and heading to the hospital... They opted to go through the supply tent as it was the fastest way... but little did she know that he had a little surprise for her once they were out of view....

 

[hereiam_1971]

The run had gone well; all of the section was staying in step. MSgt Donaldson led them through a one mile set route that they repeated twice. The final lap was an independent run, and the group broke into established pairs who ran at various speeds. Today Top had decided to follow the group, establishing a pace for the slower groups.

Amy often ran back and forth between the members of her section, ensuring that she motivated all of the airmen. She sprinted past John and his wingman, an AMN Williams, and caught up with two other female airmen who were running about 30 meters ahead. “Come on Diaz, push it out, we only have a mile or so to go,” she encouraged the slower of the two women. Coming abreast with the girl she whispered with a smile, “we don’t want the boys to beat us.” She glanced back over her shoulder as the trio took a turn around one of the buildings and caught a glimpse of John.

Diaz took off in a spring, and Amy slowed down, watching the two women run ahead. Hearing a shout from back around the building, she turned and jogged back to the corner. She saw John laying on the ground clutching his leg, apparently having tripped. She watched as MSgt Donaldson came up to his prone body, and bent over on one knee. She sprinted back to where the three men were, and arrived in time to hear Donaldson asking John questions about the extent of the injury.

As she stood over him, he looked up at her, and saw that he wasn’t badly injured. He gave her a slight wink, and she straightened up to talk with the top. “Msgt Donaldson, if you will keep pace with Sam here… I will help him to the hospital to have it checked out…”

“Very good Sgt, I’ll finish up the PT, and have Hernandez take care of the working parties. I will need a report on Hammonds condition when you get back to the office,” Donaldson said, the concern for one of his airmen evident in his voice.

“Yes Top,” she acknowledged, “I’ll make sure he is taken care of.”

The two men took off at an easy pace, Amy knew Williams was a slow runner, and she waiting until they turned the corner, to offer her hand to John, who was still lying on the ground, a smile on his face. She helped him to his feet, and then helped him, as they headed toward the hospital.

“Are you sure you’re ok John,” she whispered, concern in her voice.

Without a reply, he nudged her towards a supply tent that was just off to the right. She knew that this one was rarely used; it held office furniture and supplies which were scheduled to be shipped back to the US as the military presence in Iraq continued to draw down. Looking over her shoulder, she saw no one in the vicinity, and pulled back the tent for John, following him inside.

 

[Powerdog16]

The moment the tent flap closed, John's ankle seemed to get much better very quickly! He glanced around to confirm no one was around, though the sound of the runners just outside the tent could still be heard. He turned, looked at her and grabbed her neck, pulling her to him. He said nothing, just kissed her with a fire and power that surprised them both! He looked down at her, physically much larger than her and he said, "I hardly got any sleep last night thinking of what we did...."

He reached moved her arms down to her side and whispered, "Tell me you were okay with what I did to you?" He watched her nod faintly and blushed deeply...

He said, "Good slave..." He ran his hands down her sides, to her PT shorts, inching them down her waist. He felt her reach to his hands, stopping his advancement on her clothes and he heard her whisper her concerns...

John smiled and said, "You doubt me pet?" He looked at her and then said, "You are mine tool pet... my property. I will use my property when and where I choose. You need to trust me when I tell you I have your best interests in heart. Keep your voice silent... put your hands on your head... Now slave..." he watched her hesitantly move her hands away from his and move them up to her head. He continued with his task.

Her PT shorts were taken off gently and left on the sandy floor of the tent room. He reached down to her panties, inching them down to her knees and said, "Keep them right here... Don't let them fall..." He smiled because he knew her undies were elastic, which meant she would have to keep her legs intentionally spread apart to keep them up.

He walked around her, pulling his own pants down just enough to reveal his tool. He grabbed the back of her head by the hand in her hair and turned her slightly, leaning her over the edge of a cargo crate. He whispered, "Tell me you want this. I want you to tell me you need this..."

As she prepared to answer, his tool slid between her thighs and rubbed along her lips and clit torturously...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy followed John through the flaps and into the dim tent. She stopped up suddenly, John having turned to face her; he pulled her to him, and she pushed up on her toes to meet his mouth. His lips pressed against hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck; pulling herself up so her mouth met his. She felt passion pulse into her body, his tongue finding hers, and the whole idea of anything happening to them fled her mind. She felt a flush as he told her how the last evening had affected him. She herself had been so wore out, that she slept soundly.

She almost protested as he unwrapped her arms from around his neck, and held them straight against her body. His voice was soft as he whispered "Tell me you were okay with what I did to you?"

She flashed through the thoughts of herself spread open, the pleasure he gave her, and the final culmination of letting him use her for his own release, brought a flash of red to her cheek, and she nodded. She wanted to say it was more than ok, but she knew they had slipped back into their new roles.

She felt his hands slip to her running shorts, and she reached to stop him, fear that someone would come looking for them caused her to resist. “No John,” she whispered, “Not here, what if someone comes by and catches us. As you said last night, we will both have to be smart. ”

His retort was curt, "You doubt me pet?" A flicker of the smile from last night sent a pang of fear through her, but this was quickly followed by the same desire that had flowed through her the night before. He continued, "You are mine tool pet... my property. I will use my property when and where I choose. You need to trust me when I tell you I have your best interests in heart. Keep your voice silent... put your hands on your head... Now slave..."

Amy had started to interrupt him, but his words quickly silenced her, and slowly, she released his hands, raising them above her head, and placing the right one on top of her auburn head, the left hand covered up the right. She drew in a breath, as she felt him slide the nylon shorts down to her feet. Then she felt him hook the elastic band of her panties, and start to slide them down. When he reached her knees, he looked up at her, and instructed her. "Keep them right here... Don't let them fall..."

Amy pushed her knees out, pulling the thin white cloth taut, trying not to let them fall to the sand floor with her shorts. She felt a flush through her body, and felt her body begin to heat up, her nipples hardened against the cotton of her sports bra, and her sex began to ache, not from the abuse the night before, but for more of it.

His hand was on her shoulder as he slid behind her, his breath first in her left ear, and then her right. The hand on her shoulder moved, and she felt him entwining her hair. He guided her, pushing against the back of her head, and pushed her over a crate of cables. "Tell me you want this. I want you to tell me you need this..." his voice came in her ear, as she felt him between her legs.

He slid his shaft along her slit, and she could feel the coolness where he transferred her own wetness across the length of her sex. Her body tensed, anticipating the intrusion, her pussy exuding her lubricating fluids, needing him. “I want this John,” she whispered. “I need you John… I need you to use me … to fuck me.” She slid forward, pushing her bottom higher into the air as she tried to give him more access to her soaked pussy; her left hand catching herself on the crate, her right remaining on her head. She continued, her voice husky, the need for him evident. “Use me John use your slave… fuck me… Please.”

 

[Powerdog16]

“Use me John use your slave… fuck me… Please.”

It was a dangerous game he was playing. He was about to fuck an NCO... his NCO... his supervisor in the middle of a PT session, when they should both be running, with only a few crates and a canvas tent wall seperating the two of them from more than 35 people running right past. Had this been two days ago, he would have been terrified to the point of paralysis.

But here he was... with his boss... the bitch on wheels, begging for him to fuck her! She was his tool, his pawn, his plaything... and it made him harder than granite to hear here do as he commanded of her!

With a hard thrust, he was buried deep inside her. His shaft spreading her walls so wide! He heard a gasp and moan escape her lips and his shoved his hand that had been in her hair into her mouth, treating the side of his hand like a bit of sorts, muffling what he was doing to her!

His thrusts were like before... hard and fast, deep and without comfort. Though he knew she needed him this way, he made no exception for her comfort...

He felt jaw clamp down on his hand, to the point it hurt and a squeal muzzled as it was escape her body! He smiled as he knew what she was doing with her body tensing up so much on him! He then pulled out... and move his cock up... pushing on the dark hole... the hole he had been working towards the entire time. He whispered, "You know your safe word..."

He began pushing into her... his head forcing her body further and further apart and he expected she was going to whisper it out at any second... but the word never came... and once his head worked it's way in... the shaft slammed in her fast and hard!!!

 

[hereiam_1971]

As he slid his shaft along her wetness, Amy heard the cadence of feet as the remainder of the section finished out their PT. She dismissed the sound, her need for him to use her outweighing her sensibility. She felt his hand over her mouth, his fingers pressing between her teeth, as he pushed into her. She almost lost her balance, the hand reaching to the crate, catching herself, as he thrust into her. He entered her fast, and she felt her muscles flex to accommodate him, as he pulled back out. She heard her own muffled grunts as he filled her again and again, his cock rough inside her tender sex. She arched her back, the hand in her mouth pulling back on head, her teeth pressing against the soft flesh of his fingers.

He fucked her hard, her sex pulsed as he used her. She wanted to scream, she wasn’t this person, but yet she couldn’t help but to react to him. She felt herself push back onto his shaft, fucking back into him, her sex imprisoning him within her. She felt her body tense as he pressed her to the brink. Then he withdrew completely, her drenched cunt suddenly empty.

Amy started to look back to protest when she felt him again. He was prodding her, the head of his cock pressing against her anus. She knew what was going to happen next, and her body trembled in anticipation. She wanted him there. "You know your safe word..." she heard in her ear.

She tensed as he entered her, the lubrication from her cunt transferred to him, allowing the head to slide past her dusky ring. Then, she felt a pain as she had not felt before. She had expected him to go slow, fill her ass with him, but instead he pushed in hard and fast. She could hear herself scream as he filled her completely, the one stroke impaling her on his cock.

She writhed, the white panties she had tried so hard to keep around her knees fluttered to the floor to join the green shorts. Amy felt her eyes water as he held on for just a moment, the pain almost buckling her to the floor. She tried to scream the word, but the hand in her mouth blocked the sound. He didn’t withdraw, just stopped, her body still trying to adjust to the intrusion.

And then Amy realized she was cumming, her mind catching up with her body; the orgasm that passed through her was more intense than anything she had ever felt before. Her body was already reacting, her anus clamping down hard on the intruding shaft, the rest of her limbs convulsing as she felt her eyes roll up, and she screamed against his hand, her teeth sinking into his flesh as a red followed by a blackness passed in front of her sight, her body going limp as she tumbled forward.

 

[Powerdog16]

At first, he knew it was going to be hard for her to handle, particularly if she had never been taken there before. It would be especially tight and very difficult. But with patience, she was able to adjust for him. He noted her panties falling to the ground, but he let it go. It was surprising to him she kept them up as long as she did. Once the pain subsided, a surprising thing happened...

She had came... right then and there...

He had to admit that WAS surprising to him. He was not moving inside her, he had not cum in her. He was not even close. He was just sitting inside her and through the pain she felt... through the agony that her ass was going through, the pleasure exploded through with a magnificant and glorious orgasm!!!

He grew alarmed however, as at the end of the orgasm, she grew limp. He caught her body before she fell to the ground, and gently laid her on the desert sand. He eased her onto her back, and ran his hand along her face while other reached down and slipped her panties and shorts back her over her hips. He whispered, "Amy... come on... get up... easy now... you need to get up... come on..." He caress was soft and gentle, mostly for concern for her well being... and secondly because of how awkward it would be for a man with a 'injured' ankled to fireman carry the woman who was supposed to be escorting him to the infirmary.

He watched her slowly waking up and he felt excessive relief fill his eyes. He whispered, "Are you okay pet? Amy?" He ran his hand softly on her skin and gently helped her back to her feet...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy opened her eyes, finding herself on the sand floor of the Tent, John leaning over her. She looked up at him, still feeling her body tremble as he reached out for her hand. As he helped her to her feet she heard him ask, "Are you okay pet? Amy?"

On her feet she still felt a bit unsteady. Noticing that he had covered her up, she leaned against him, her arms wrapping around his strong shoulders. She pressed her head against his chest and in a quiet undertone, murmured. “Yes, John… I’m sorry; I couldn’t control myself that was so intense.” She nuzzled her head against his chest, before looking up at him, a slight blush to her cheeks.

The she stepped up on her toes, her mouth finding his. Again she whispered, “I am so sorry John, I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself for you.” She continued to kiss him. “I loved it, I want more of it, I’m sorry I ruined it for you.” Coming off her toes, she pressed harder against him, feeling his body against hers; her head back against his chest.

They stood there for what seemed an exquisite eternity, and when he stepped back, breaking the embrace, she looked down. Bringing her eyes back to his she stood, trembling, hoping that she hadn’t driven him away from the thing she was finding in herself. She stepped towards him trying to judge his demeanor, the need for him in her eyes..

 

[Powerdog16]

John smiled as she whispered how she thought she ruined it for him. He gently put his hand to her cheek and spoke in a soft voice, "Pet... you didn't ruin anything. Sooner or later you are going to come to the realization that this entire thing... is not about me."

He could see the confusion in her eyes as he said, "Who feels the ropes bearing down on their skin? Who is pushed to the edge of cascading waterfalls only to be pulled back gently? Who has their other senses taken away from them, in order to enhance the sensations of pleasure?" He could see her starting to process what he was asking of her. She was the one who had all this done to her.

The airman said, "That is right. You. You are in charge of this... no matter how this situation came to be. You give me permission to do what I choose to your body. You give me the right to toy with your feelings, your emotions, your sensations, your control. All it would take would be a single word slipping from your lips to end it." He lifted her eyes to his and said, "I am just a role. I own you. I am your Master. You are my property. Not because I force you... at least... not anymore. This is your choice to make because I give you what you need. I a facilitator of your needs."

He turned and began to walk with her to the other side of the tent, cautiously returning to the gentle limp he had sported walking in. He let her put her arm around him in a way to support her. It was a little integrity issue here with him skipping out on PT with her to have this moment together. He paused and looked at her and whispered, "Do you understand? You are the slave... but you have the power too. I can't do anything to you without you saying it is okay first."

He whispered, "That is why you can't ruin anything for me. I give you exactly what you need and even though my needs come first... I will always strive to ensure your needs are always met... because if you are not loving what it happening to you, then I am failing as your Owner..."

He ran his hand along her cheek and softly kissed her lips. He whispered, "Now... I believe you need to get me to the infirmary. Oh and tonite... I have something planned for you. Something which will help you understand why this is all about what you need... 8PM... same thing as last night... in your room... just like you were last night too... now... let's go... Sarge..." He gave a playful wink and then let her lead him out of the room.

 

[hereiam_1971]

John’s kiss reassured Amy, that he was not disappointed in her, and she stepped to his right so he could continue the charade of his twisted ankle. As she escorted him from the tent to the aid station, her mind was still reeling of the intensity of the encounter that she had just experienced. She couldn’t pin point exactly what had triggered the orgasm; was it John, was it another step in the strange but fulfilling sexual game he was playing with her, or was it just being bent over the crate, him fucking her like a whore? Each question brought flutters to her stomach, and she decided that it had to be a combination of all three.

The medic who met them at the aid station, bought Johns explanation of a twisted ankle, and prescribed Motrin and a bit of ice, but no light duty. She watched as he continued his hobble back to the section headquarters, and then she stopped by the office, and watched as he moved to join the rest of the section, who were in formation for daily job assignments. AC1 Hernandez was already handling the duties, and she continued to watch as they split into groups for their duties.

Hernandez approached her, and handed her the clipboard with the printout of technical issues reported. She thanked him for stepping up and catching one last glimpse of Hammonds as he headed to the shower, entered the conex box that was the office.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Amy spent most of it going over John’s word. The more she thought about his revelations, the more she felt he was right. She was truly loving what he was doing to her. Her experiences, had been sparse, and the few men she had been with hadn’t understood her at all. But she knew John did, and she also realized the very thing she had tried to do to keep this from happening, was what guided him to her.

Robotically, she went through her daily paperwork; finishing up all of the service reviews but Johns. She stared at it for what seemed like hours, before setting it on top of her inbox. She wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to write it, not now.
MSgt Donaldson stepped out of his office, his cover in his hand. “Sgt,” he brought her back to reality, “it’s half past five.” After a quick pause he continued, “Feel like joining me at mess for dinner?”

Amy looked up from her paperwork, surprised to find how much she had accomplished that afternoon, and even more surprised to find that she had not only missed the final formation, but was still in the office. She had been counting down the hours until eight o’clock, but somehow had lost track of time somewhere around three. Looking at her boss, she replied. “Sure, Top, let me put these documents in the safe real quick. I’m almost through the reviews; I should have them on your desk tomorrow.”

She felt the man’s eyes on her, as she placed the files in the safe. She knew he was interested in her, but he was far to much of a professional to act on it. The thought of this sent a fleeting feeling of shame running through her; if he only knew what she was doing. They had started their tour of duty together, both on the same base from CONUS. She tried to smile at her boss, but her mind was on the encounter with John.
Donaldson kept the meal light, she did enjoy his company, but her mind kept wandering to what her new master had planned for the evening. She thought about his arms around her, his voice, and most of all the kiss he had left her with, after their morning encounter. The pair ate pasta, the meal not actually two bad, and as she ate, she watched the table her non-rates tended to use, hoping to catch a glimpse of John. Donaldson kept at the small talk, but she knew her responses were vague, and she apologized several times, feigning exhaustion.

Excusing herself, she returned her tray and plate, and headed to the women’s showers. The hot water was relaxing, and she fought the urge to touch herself. Then, as she returned to her quarters, the clock showing seven fifty, she removed her clothing, and like the previous night, knelt, nude on her bed, the green cloth scarf again covering her eyes.

She felt her heart beating, her anticipation for John to appear, almost stimulation in itself. She fantasized over the relationship that they had just begun to foster; his intrusion into her masturbatory session, his love making the night before, and the intense pleasure he had released from her earlier that morning. She felt her body tremble as she waited to hear her door open.

 

[Powerdog16]

John was at the appointed time when just like he said he would be. Standing in her doorway, he reached to the door and opened it. He stepped into the room. After securing the door, he walked directly in front of her and ran his hands along her face. The touch was soft, silky... smooth and he loved it! He said, "What should I do with you tonite? I have so many ideas..."

He smiled as she smiled and he watched her breasts puff up and swell slightly in anticipation. He said, "We experimented with pain some last night. I am curious... how many times have you cum in one session hmmmmm?"

He laid her on her back and took her legs and gently lifted them up over her body, her ankles near her head. With rope in hand, he bound her right wrist to her right ankle... and then did the same with her left hand to her left ankle. He then ran the excess rope of both binds to the headboard and strapped it down... making her legs be as spread eagle as they couldget safely. It put her in a position of absolute vulnerability... Her body was bent in such as way that her ass lifted up into the air, pushing that pussy out for him and him alone.

With her blindfold on, he reached into his pouch and said, "Let's take care of one big thing... right now." He slid a small ball gag into her mouth and strapped it to her head. He reached down and tore off the blindfold.

He said, "I have you in this position... because I want you to watch what happens to your pussy. I want you to watch what happens when I tease it... when I please it. If you look away or close your eyes, I will spank you. Do you understand?"

He saw her nod and then he take her pussy a playful slap... causing her body to jerk each time. He said, "Get ready... there is a lot of that coming." He leaned in and gave her a long slow lap... which resulted in her closing her eyes in pleasure... for which he responded with a spank to the clit! He looked up at her and said, "Told you I would punish you..."

He returned to tormenting her pussy... her ass... slowly... gently...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy heard him enter, the door squeaking lightly on its metal hinges. She felt her body react to the anticipation of his touch. He made no effort to cover his footsteps as he crossed the small quarters to her bed. Without the benefit of her sight, she found that she could smell him, the fresh scent of the soap and deodorant he used. She felt a tingle surge through her body as she yearned for his touch.

Almost as if he was reading her mind, she felt John’s hands on her face, the roughness of his palm and fingers’ grazing along her cheeks was what she craved. Then he spoke, his voice sending another quiver through her. "What should I do with you tonite? I have so many ideas..." He let the last word trail off, and her imagination went wild.

Smiling up at him, she went over the possibilities in her mind. Would he make her suck his beautiful cock, force it into her mouth; or would he tease her pussy before fucking her; or maybe he would finish what he had started this morning, filling her ass with his cock, giving her a bit of discomfort for the incredible pleasure she remembered from the morning. So many possibilities, all of them making her nipples grow harder and her pussy wetter.

“Anything you wish master,” she whispered.

"We experimented with pain some last night. I am curious... how many times have you cum in one session hmmmmm?" she heard him ponder, and she felt her stomach start to tighten. It was not what she was expecting, but the idea was definitely continuing to turn her on.

Releasing her face, he helped her slide over to her back. She felt him begin to bind her; he was gentle about it, and she let him move her as he needed too. When he was finished, she knew she was wide open to him, her wrists and ankles tied in conjunction and to the head board of the small steel bed. She felt him cinch her up a bit more, bringing her ass up off the bed.

She wanted to say something during while he worked, but she couldn’t find the right words. Besides what was she going to tell him? When he finished she heard him breathing, he was positioned to her right and then he said "Let's take care of one big thing... right now."

As he spoke she felt something pressed into her mouth. A rubbery taste assaulted her tongue as she felt him wrap the strap around her head and buckle it; a ball gag? She wondered where he had gotten it, but then she thought of her own vibrator, which she had snuck into her duffle when she had been deployed. Her other thought was that she might not be the first woman he had pleased this way. A pang of jealousy flashed through her, but then he removed her blind fold.

She looked down on her own body; her nipples were hard and erect, and he had cinched her up so that she could see almost down her sex. The sparse reddish curls that covered her mound and even the little rise that was her clit. She looked up at him as she heard his voice again.

"I have you in this position... because I want you to watch what happens to your pussy. I want you to watch what happens when I tease it... when I please it. If you look away or close your eyes, I will spank you. Do you understand?"

She nodded, she was still adjusting to the gag in her mouth, and she was trying to breath through her nose. Then she saw his hand fly to her pussy, the sharp sting against her thigh and lips cause her eyes to open wide. She writhed against the bonds, his first real touch of the evening; the sounds of her cries stifled by the ball. "Get ready... there is a lot of that coming," he growled, his voice sending chills down her spine.

She watched him, her breasts heaving her stomach rapidly rising and falling, as he slid between her legs. She met his eyes, as he positioned himself, the lower part of his face covered by her glistening sex and soft red curls. She continued to tremble in anticipation as she kept her eyes locked on his.

Then she felt him, his tongue starting down at the bottom of her wet slit, and sliding upward between her lips. She moaned when he reached the nub at the apex of her, and closed her eyes her head leaning back. The sound of the slap and the sting against her clit made her jerk her head forward, her eyes open. This time is was harder, it wasn’t the playful slap he had given her moments before. She felt the tears well in her eyes, but at the same time she realized that this was what she wanted, what she expected from him.

His blue eyes were staring into hers, his eyes twinkling orbs as he gruffly said, "Told you I would punish you..." He flicked his tongue out again, flicking her clit, those eyes still sparkling. Her body reacted, as he triggered her again, the pleasure of his tongue spiking through her.

She watched him as he slid back down, his tongue tunneling into her, before his mouth slid back up to her clit. She felt his slow and deliberate moves; each different place his tongue slid on her sex was marked by a definitive stop. The agony of each move was rewarded with waves of pleasure has his talented tongue found a new location.

She then felt him against her ass. Her body trembled even harder, and she pushed against him as much as the bonds would allow her to. The waves he sent through her body were much more intense here, and as much as she wanted him to continue, she knew she had to fight it, just so she could feel it more. She caught his eyes again, staring deep into the blue pools, and slowly closed hers.

 

[Powerdog16]

One one thousand

Two one thousand

Three one thousand

Four one thousand...

CRACK!!!

The tool slapped across her breasts as he mentally counted off the time her eyes had remained closed. He smiled as her eyes shot open. He stopped his tongue and backed his face away from her hips which instinctively tried to draw him back to her. He said, "Keep this up, and the tool will get more use that this tongue. The choice is yours... You decide how you get to spend this time. Never take your eyes off my tongue.. you hear me?"

With her hair firmly in my hand, I felt her try to nod and he said, "Good." He returned to the precious sweet nub sticking out of her folds of skin and said, "This is mine..." His tongue danced and played on top, around, under, alongside and even inside that tiny nub that was the fast track to the edge as he knew. When she reached that edge, he looked up at her and gazed at his beauty. Her body was panting hard, sweat glistened her skin, her legs and arms trembled, and her lips whimpered as she watched him forcing her to that edge.

He stopped just shy of it and said, "Tonite... just tonite, I give you permission to release as much as you want, as often as you want, and as hard as you want. This command is irrevocable." What he didn't tell her was that he knew her body nearly better than she knew it herself and he orchestrate when and where those releases would be and when and how hard.

He drove his face back into her nub, sucking it into his teeth, gently tugging on it and rolling it in his teeth till he found her body suddenly seizing up and a scream escaped to the gag in her mouth... He watched as her very lips between those milky thighs pulsed... crying for more... and for which he happily gave.

The next assault on her body was her lips themselves and combined his tongue with his fingers, pulsing inside her, filling her tunnel with his arched knuckles, rubbing along those walls till he found the spot he was seeking. The one that was the guarantee over the top, skyrockets blasting, heaven opening up and pouring glory on her body kind! This time her lips expelled a clear fluid for which he happily and hungrily lapped up.

Every time she closed her eyes as the night progressed, he counted to 5 in his head and then would smack her body randomly. Each time she did it the strikes became harder and would be in more intimate locations. But soon, she realized his pattern and fought so hard to keep from closing them... no matter how badly her body wanted too...

3 hours later, he had put her on her hands and knees, upright on her knees, on her back, over the chair, against the wall, and on the floor, piercing her, forcing scream after muffled scream out of her. The one thing he did not do to her however, was use his own glorious shaft. He saved it. he could see how badly she longed for it, even begging under the gag, but he refused to use it.

He was glad that the next day was a scheduled down day because he had her one after another after another release! When she grew weak, he would give her drink and move to a different location, but each time, he ensured that she never let the tidal wave recede too hard. When her lips started drying up, he moistened them with lube and kept going. He had tried to count them as she had them, but to be honest, he had lost count at 48 hard ones.

At exactly 3:15AM, he had finally accomplished that for which he had been ultimately seeking. The big one. The mega one. The one that would she would never forget. He had her on the bed, her legs up and back, her body tied up and secured, her body drenched in hot passion and cold sweat! He had worked her clit once more... bringing to that edge only this time... this time something else happened. Her body locked up entirely! Her toes curled, her hair stood up, her back arched, her legs and arms stiffened and her voice went silence... to counter the screaming wide look in her eyes!

Massive shot after shot of hot wet fluid shot across the bed, landing on the edge of the bed and floor below! He had nailed a squirter on her. He truly owned this body! He watched her convulsing again and again, drenching the floor, the bed with her scent!!! And it only ended... when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she passed out...

He slowly laid her under the sheets of her bed, untying her, and easing her to a point in which she was comfortable. He wanted to wake her up, but he knew that she earned the sleep if anyone had. He got up slipped on his jacket and picked up a paper and pen and wrote a note. "Sleep well pet... you earned it. I will check on you in the morning. I will bring you breakfast... you are owned... forever..."

He left it on the night stand and then slipped out the door, but only after finding a key on her keyring and slipping it in his pocket. He suspected she would not move till morning and they would clean up the mess then... until then, he gave her one last glance and whispered, "Sleep well my pet... sleep well...:" Locking the door behind him as he left.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy felt waves of pleasure pierce through her body, as John ran his tongue roughly over her clit. She saw his intense blue eyes staring up at her, and she felt her eyes close. His tongue continued to run little circles around her, and she bucked into his mouth. The suddenly the pleasure was gone, and a she heard a loud crack. The sound registered through her ears just as an intense sting emanated from her left breast.

Her eyes popped open, and he was up on one arm, a small quirt in his other hand. ‘What had happened to his hand, where had that come from,” she thought, as she heard herself almost scram against the gag in her mouth. The pain was so intense, and she looked down to see a small welt on the side of her left breast. She looked back up at him, his blue eyes no longer twinkling, instead holding a cold harsh glint.

"Keep this up, and the tool will get more use that this tongue. The choice is yours... You decide how you get to spend this time. Never take your eyes off my tongue.. you hear me?" His voice was low and threatening and she reflexively felt herself cringe, straining against the ropes; her treacherous pussy pushing up to meet his mouth yearning for more of what he was offering.

He recaptured the nub, sending another wave of pleasure through her body. She watched, wide eyed as his tongue slide up and down her slit, tasting her. His eyes were twinkling again and he stopped drawing his head back and said "This is mine..." She nodded her head, her moans muffled by the ball. She looked down again at her own glistening sex, her sparse blond curls plastered to the mound, it seemed to pulse with desire as he bent back down to suck on her.

She almost closed her eyes again as he brought her close again, but she resisted. She now knew that to close them wouldn’t be a swat from his hand, but a lash from the quirt that he had lain on the bed beside them. He pushed her harder, his tongue working magic along her sex, and just as she was about to orgasm, he stopped. Her sigh of frustration was heard even through the gag, and he said, in a low sensual tone. "Tonite... just tonite, I give you permission to release as much as you want, as often as you want, and as hard as you want. This command is irrevocable."

Then he slid back down, and brought her over the edge, he body reacting to his mouth as he triggered her first orgasm of the night. The gag stopped the noise she tried to emit, and her body hadn’t even finished convulsing, when he was pushing her to another orgasm. When she crested from that pleasure he was again triggering her, the third one so intense that she forgot and shut her eyes.

Another flick of his wrist sent the quirt across the valley between her breasts. Realizing what she had done, she expected the orgasm to quell, yet instead the stab of pain she felt intensified it, and she felt herself expel slightly, her fluids running down across her ass and onto the bed. When she opened her eyes again, she saw he hadn’t even stopped with his tongue, he had just reached up and punished her.
He teased her pussy relentlessly, and she had cum repeatedly when he stopped. She looked down her sweat glistened body, counting five welts on her breasts and stomach. Each one delivered with deliberate efficiency as he had brought her to an orgasm. Her mouth ached from biting down on the ball, and her body was strained from fighting against the bonds. She breathed heavily through her mouth as he removed the gag and let her drink from the water bottle by the bed. She longed to feel his lips on hers, but he ignored her pleading eyes as he led her to a chair, where he retied her in a sitting position, refitting her with the ball gag.

He repeated his actions from the bed, this time using his fingers to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. His other hand held the quirt, and when he had finished with her in this position, she found she had three more welts, this time on her inner thighs. Again, he untied her and let her drink from the bottle before putting her on her hands and knees on the end of the bed, her mirror placed in front of her. Again she pleaded with him, pleaded for a kiss, pleaded for a fuck, but he denied her both.

Instead he forced the gag back in her mouth and slid behind her. She could see him in the mirror and her breath caught as he slid a finger into her bottom, sending another orgasm coursing through her body, her eyes closing, the quirt adding another welt, this one on the inside of her thighs, dangerously close to her distended vagina. He continued the assault on her ass, and when he was finished she was panting hard against the gag, her body trembling from the repeated orgasms. She also felt the sting of six more welts on her ass and thighs.

This time when he moved to position her she begged him. “Fuck me John… oh baby… Fuck me. Please fuck me.” He interrupted her with the water bottle and she almost spit the water out as she continued. “Please John… Fuck my cunt, fuck my mouth, fuck my ass…fuck me however you want… Please.”

He ignored her, pushing the ball back into her mouth, and proceeded to tease her to yet another orgasm. Again and again he made her cum. The night started to blur as he assaulted her body with is fingers, tongue, and mouth. Each time he moved her, releasing the ball, she plead for his cock, yet he remained stoic and his phallus remained trapped in his pants.

Through the blur that the night had become, Amy found herself again tied to the head board of the bed. Her ass was high in the air, and John was working her clit with his tongue, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of her bottom. She felt it start, his finger pushing deep in her ass and his lips pulling back gently on her clit. She felt the intensity rise, her stomach dropping, and the pleasure his mouth was giving her pushing it through her body. The weariness she felt, the pain from the welts and the stiffness of her muscles from straining against the bonds seemed to all magnify this one.

She felt her body tense; tense harder than it had all night. She was tight, and as the tidal wave of pleasure approached her shoreline she pushed her sex up his mouth sliding off. She felt her pussy contract and release, and then she felt herself shudder. Her body pushed, pulsed as she ejaculated across the bed. The orgasm was so intense that she barely realized it was happening, and her eyes rolled up into her head, the color shifting from red to black as she embraced the oblivion of exhaustion.

 

[Powerdog16]

The next morning, John held two styrofoam white containers and two styrofoam cups with lids on them. He slipped the key from his pocket, precariously balancing the meals he had picked up for them while he slipped the key into the door and slid inside, locking things behind him.

Once alone, he sat the meals down, pulled his backpack from his shoulders and glanced over at Amy. She had not moved one inch since he last left her. He listened carefully and heard her soft delicate snore and smiled. It was a mighty cute snore. One he could get very much used to listening to.

He opened two containers, revealing a couple of western omelettes, a couple of biscuits with tabs of butter and a few strawberries in each. He opened hte containers of drink and the smell of coffee whifted through the room. He poured a package of cream and sugar into his coffee, stirred it with the little straws and then leaned up on the desk and sipped on the hot drink a moment.

He let his eyes gaze over her body, the parts that were covered up in sheet and simply enjoyed what he saw. He had worked her to the point of passing out... which had been his plan the entire evening. He pushed her to the brinks of consciousness and beyond... He smiled as she turned to one side... he suspected the one and only move she had made since he laid her in the sheets and he gave a soft chuckle.

Her hair, as beautiful as it was in disarray. He had heard it called a bird's nest or a sex nest in the past. Her hair shot out in every way, and looked completely chaotic in the back of her beautiful head. His eyes shifted and he whispered, "You are beautiful... so beautiful..."

Standing up, John walked around the bed, setting the coffee down on the bed and softly waved the steam from it towards her... before he leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Get up pet... Get up my precious pet..."

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy slept soundly, her mind free of the troubled dreams that she often experienced. Out of the darkness, she heard a voice, soft but masculine. "Get up pet... Get up my precious pet..." She stretched a little, and felt stiffness in her arms as she slowly opened her eyes. The light was bright, and she blinked several times, trying to adjust to it.

As her vision cleared, Amy found herself staring into the intense blue eyes of John Hammonds, his lips just pulling back from pressing against her forehead. She smiled up at him, as she again started to stretch. The stiffness in her limbs, instantly reminded her of the last night. She felt herself again straining against her ropes as John pleasured her. As she slowly sat up, the sheet falling off of her bare breast, she started to feel the other evidence of their play.

She murmured one word, “John,” as she leaned up to find his mouth, pressing her lips against his feeling his lips press back on hers. Her body started to send signals of the delicious torture he had administered to her the night before. Her tongue pushed against his lips, as she felt her pussy and anus throb from exquisite assault he had inflicted on her. The arm not holding her up wrapped around his neck, drawing her in closer to him as she relished his scent, breathing it in deeply.

She broke the kiss, her eyes still locked with his. Slowly she looked around her small quarters. Registering the disarray, she tried to remember all of the things he had done to her the night before. The chair was tipped over, and she felt excitement build in her stomach as she remembered being tied to it. The bed sheets were wet, from where he had held her in place, while fingering her so hard she came in streams. The room smelled of her sex, overpowering even the coffee smell from the cup he handed her.

She sipped the hot beverage, as he watched her. She resisted the urge to cover her body with the damp sheet, but she wanted to be his. She couldn’t find the words to tell him this though, she didn’t want him to interpret her actions as that of a desperate woman, but instead she knew she had to wait until he would believe that she wanted to be his. She continued to drink the coffee, the hot liquid settling in her stomach.

“John,” she said slowly, lowering the cup from her mouth, “I need my phone back. I always call my parents on Sundays, and I need to call them before they go to bed.” She tried not to look to pleading, and let a small tone of her command enter her voice. “Its important that they hear from me, my brother is in Afghanistan and never calls, so they rely on me to let them know at least one of us is ok.”

He didn’t speak, just continued to watch her drink the coffee. She was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, though she knew she had given him access to her entire body. Her voice turned from one of command to a more sultry tone. “Please John… I’ll do anything you want me to for it.” She sat the cup of coffee on the small stand next to the bed, and slowly rose up on her hands and knees. “Anything John… You didn’t even disrobe last night… had no opportunity to release…”

Without a word, he handed her the Styrofoam container with the eggs in it. She sat it on the table next to her half empty cup of coffee. She continued to press him, though deep down she knew her offerings were for naught, he could have her anyway he wanted her at anytime. A small twinge of fear went through her as she spoke, not knowing if she was treading close to another episode of punishment, or even more disconcerting having him leave.

 

[Powerdog16]

“Anything John… You didn’t even disrobe last night… had no opportunity to release…”

John sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "You missed the whole point then pet... " He could see she did not understand so he elaborated... "Last night was not about me at all. Last night was all about you. I may be your Master... I may be your Owner... but only because you let me be. My role is mere a part you cast for me... and my duty is to give you everything your body needs to thrive."

He was not sure if it was sinking in and so he moved up onto her bed, laying on her pillow and pulling her onto his body lazily... he looked into her eyes and said, "Whose body is it that I focus on?"

"Mine..." she whispered...

"And who's soul to I nurture and encapsulate in pleasure?" John asked running his fingers along her spine...

"Mine sir..." She said again.

"And who can stop the show with a single word..." John asked as he kissed her forehead...

"Me..." She looked at him and smiled slightly.

She was starting to get it. He said, "You have surrendered yourself to me... completely and utterly... by choice. You give me the power over you and the power to own you. I can't do a thing without your permission which is given by not saying the safe word..."

He could see that she was starting to get it. He said, "You give me the power to do everything to you... You can easily take it away. So... with that said... one of my challenges is to push you into as many orgasms as I can make your body have..." He smiled and then muttered the word... "43. Your record is set at 43..."

She looked at him and he said, "Scout's honor!"

She chuckled a bit. He said, "You need your energy. Sit up and eat... we will see about finding a way for you to thank me after you eat... not go on... slave..."

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy sat, contemplating the things that John just had told her. She poked at the omelet, the eggs still warm, but starting to get a bit rubbery. As she ate the small bites, she marveled at the fact that he had made her cum 43 times.
She was a bit sore, but as her body throbbed, she fantasized back over the actions which had inflicted these sweet flashes. She felt him watching her, as she finished the omelet, and ate the biscuit and strawberries. She smiled at him, as their eyes met, and she felt a flash of desire rush through her.

‘Patience Amy,’ she thought, and she slipped on a robe. “John, sir? I need to use the toilet, I will be right back.” She cinched the tie in front of the robe, and slipped on the flip flops. Fumbling for a small bag, containing her toiletries, she flashed him another smile, she slipped out of her quarters and crossed to the women’s lavatory.

She hoped that she wouldn’t meet anyone on her way; she knew she must have smelled of her sex, she knew she had cum over and over and over again. Forty three times In fact, since she couldn’t see John kidding her about that. She was again thinking on the different ways he had manipulated her, his fingers, his tongue, his hands all touching her body, making her orgasm wildly. Lost in thought, she looked up just as she about bumped into Top Donaldson.

She stopped immediately, the door to the lavatory only a few feet away. The First Sergeant was dressed in pt gear, and was watching her walk, apparently having stepped out of the men’s showers, which was a few buildings further down the row of fabricated buildings. She knew she looked disheveled, and felt a small wave of embarrassment as he continued to watch her resume walking and slip into the lavatory. She had tried to walk normally, but she knew she had a small hitch in her step from the wonderful abuse John had performed to her pussy and ass the night before.

She pressed her back against the door, as she took in a deep breath. The building was empty, the sound of water dripping in the sink echoed through the room. She sat her bag of toiletries on the counter, and entered one of the commodes. Finishing her business, she moved back to the sink, and opened the bag for her toothbrush and other items.

Fifteen minutes later, Amy opened the door again, and slipped out. She had washed up, and felt better as she strode back to her quarters. The area was still empty of personnel, and she hesitated at her own door. Her body tingling as she wondered what John was doing in her small bedroom. She pushed open the door and slid into her quarters.

 

[Powerdog16]

John was sitting just behind the door... watching... waiting... and when he heard the sound of the door starting to open, he recoiled... ready to strike! She stepped just inside the door... he could see her head appear though her back was him still and he launched! A black cloth military issue bag was in his hands and he threw it over her head, cinching it tightly at the neck! He pulled her inside the room, watching her toiletries fall to the ground as he did and closed the door carefully as not to cause a attention to be drawn!

Once inside, he pushed her body against the door, her breasts planted tightly on the wooden frame! He whispered, "Shhhhhhhh... not it is my turn..." He knew she was sore... he knew she had gotten a harder workout than anything she could have gotten in a PT session on base... but he was going to push her once more!!!

He slid his hands down her neck, over her shoulders, and down her arms... moving them to her wrists... A pair of security forces issue zip tie restraints were secured to her wrists, firm to keep her wrists secure... but not enough to cut off circulation! Once her was in his control once more... he reach down, untying her robe, revealing her naked body underneath!

He whispered, "Yesterday... I pushed you to the limits that pleasure can give you... today... we are going to push your limits in pain..." He tore her robe down to her wrists.... and the grabbed her by her hair and pushed her towards the bed where he flung her onto it! He looked into his bag once more and pulled out another toy that was hidden as a real life military tool... a simple paint stick... long wooden, about 2 inches wide, flexible, and sturdy... He looked at her as she tried to figure out what was going on. He took that stick and paddled her bottom stingingly... he watched her yelp and he said, "Keep your voice down... or I will gag you tight...

He had to admit he was hard as granite and it would not take much longer for him to give up his painful interludes... and take her hard and fast! He took that stick... and SWATTED her again... and again... her legs, calves, bottom, small of her back... when she flipped around trying to get away from it, he swatted her breasts... her inner thighs... but only enough to sting... he grabbed her by the neck when she got too close to the edge of the bed and reposition her... then go at it again...

 

[hereiam_1971]

As she opened the door, Amy scanned the room for her lover, her master. Had he left? She felt a wave of disappointment flash through her. She turned to shut the door, and suddenly a cloth, no a bag was over her head and she felt the drawstring tighten around her throat. She tried to scream, but the drawstring cut off her air, and the bag muffled any other sounds. She heard the door slam shut, and she felt hands turning her and pushing her against the door.

John’s voice came in her ear, "Shhhhhhhh... now it is my turn...” She tried to speak, to protest, but she still could barely breath, Johns hands not relaxing on the draw of the strings. She felt the string relax just a bit, as his strong hands forced her hands together, behind her back, and the distinct sound of zip tie came to her ears, just as the plastic bit into her wrists. She breathed hard, the stench of the bag assaulting her nostrils, and then his hands were under her robe, opening it, again exposing her body.

Again she felt his hands on her, guiding her. His voice came from the darkness in her ear as he hissed. "Yesterday... I pushed you to the limits that pleasure can give you... today... we are going to push your limits in pain..." As he pushed her, she felt her robe pulled down her arms, catching on her bound wrists. Then she felt her self tumbling, and felt a sense of relief as she felt the mattress burn against her naked body as she slid across it.

She lay on her stomach, her body trembling as she tensed, fearing whatever John had planned for her. She couldn’t hear anything, either John was being exceptionally quiet, or the bag muffled any other sound, her own breathing was thundering in her ear, amplified by the bag. She was just starting to catch her breath when she felt it.
A sharp sting came from her buttock, accompanied by a loud smack. Even inside the bag, she knew her yelp of pain was loud, and again she began to pant, trying to catch her breath. Squirming she felt his hand press on her back, pushing her down onto the mattress as his voice again in her ear. "Keep your voice down... or I will gag you tight…”

She started to reply her words coming out in a gasp, “But John…” but just as she formed the next words, another slap came, across her lower back. She yelped again, though this one much quieter, and she felt her body jerk. Before she stopped convulsing another one came, this time across her breasts, directly on her nipples, which had been exposed as she squirmed to her side. “Aaayh,” she moaned, the first two blows hand stung, but were more of a surprise than any real pain, however the blow on her tits, truly hut.

It wasn’t the end though; she turned again, as she felt another blow, on the backside of her thigh, then another and another. No matter where she turned, he struck, again most of the blows, stings, but when he targeted one of her more sensitive areas, her body tightened with pain.

She felt him pull her back to the center of the bed, and she tried to rise on her knees. Her bound hands made the normally easy task, almost impossible. She slid back down as she realized that this gave him even more targets for the tool he was using.

The bag was starting to suffocate, she could no longer even moan. Tears ran down her face, as she felt strikes all over her body. She again tried to speak, “John,” she whispered, “John…” another blow came this one almost straight on her sex, and she yelped again, “… John … what did I do?” She finished her pleading as she writhed on the small bed. Any other words she tried were lost in her sobs.

 

[Powerdog16]

"What did you do?" John stopped immediately and put the stick down. He reached down, tore off her mask and laid down next to her... wiping her tears away. He felt her curl up into his arms as best she could and he felt a huge pang of guilt overcome him.... why did he do that to her?

He gently moved her face to look up at him and said, "You didn't do anything baby.... nothing at all.... Being my slave... I want you able to understand how to handle and deal with discomfort and pleasures equally... Don't associate pain with being in trouble my pet... Pain is not punishment... it is a mere sensation we most often associate to punishment."

He calmed her down kept her close and he said, "For is not a punishment also the denial of pleasure as well? Such as... denied orgasms... there is nothing painful there but it is a punishment none the less..."

The entire time he held her, he gazed down her body... looking at the faint redness that emanated from the locations he had smacked her body. He was trying to be exceptionally careful not to make any serious marks on her skin... but he knew that in the more sensitive areas... though no marks remained... the pain still emanated.

John kept her safely in his arms... gently caressing her tenderly... he whispered, "I am sorry I did not explain this before... I thought the element of surprise would add to the experiences... Will you please... please forgive your Master?"

He leaned in and kissed her lips, emcompassing her completely with his body... her helpless to do anything but take him as she weighed on her decision to forgive...