“Suck me off until we get home. Consider this the start of our scene.”
She stared at me for all of one second, and I knew that had made her wet.
“Yes, sir.” Red lengthened her seatbelt then leaned over and unzipped me.
I sighed as her mouth descended, and I held her down a while, choking, before I let her begin in earnest. Fuck yeah.
We arrived at Jeremy’s a little late, but that was more my fault for doing things to Red at home. It took the edge off, I told myself. Plus, the dog had wagged its way into proceedings and demanded pats and food. Hilarious, but Banjo had a way of making himself the center of attention.
However, now I really had Red where I wanted her…
On display in front of the whole party, naked and suspended upside down with her legs strapped apart to the bar on those chains. Jeremy could be relied on to install good strong anchor points. It was safe.
I had her arms bound at her back in strappado, in our lovely new leather arm-binder.
Methodically, I attached the big wrist buckle to the wall by rope. Then I went around to the front and squatted before her, took her head in my hand, and unbuckled the gag. The string of drool was exactly right – she hated being made to do that and yet enjoyed being made to do it.
Yin-yang. Mindfucks R Us.
A mesmer was a master at this.
I wiped her red mouth, with my hand at her neck steadying her.
Red worked her jaw, which was aching, and I could feel that. Hadn’t lost that power, thank god. When she climaxed, and I came too it was enough to white out the world for a few damn decades.
Whipping her was even more interesting for my balls, because to a lesser degree I felt the strikes. I’d grown a fetish for a bit of pain, myself.
“Everyone is watching us.” Not quite true, but close. This ground floor set up of Jeremy’s was inside an old barn that he’d refurbished. High ceilings. Great acoustics. Big enough for thirty subs, Doms, and whatever else one might have a kink for. We’d set up a mock medieval village last year with stocks and whipping posts. No neighbors for miles. No one to hear the screams as the subs were flogged and fucked.
Red nodded. “Yes, Isak.” Her cute tongue came out and she almost… almost poked it at me.
“Good girl.” I straightened and unzipped, worked my cock a little in my fist while Red watched avidly. “You know anything goes in here? Say red, Red, if you need to.” I chuckled.
That never failed to amuse me.
She nodded. “I’d raspberry you, but I’m afraid for my ass… sir.” The bar swung with the shift of her weight.
“And so you should be.” I walked around her once, fingers brushing her skin and making her shiver. I whacked her butt with a crop and made her squeal, left a lovely mark. I kissed that butt and listened to her shuddering breaths.
My upside-down girl.
Ass, tits… all of her was a glorious work of art. For the small mindfuck, I grabbed both nipples and pulled them outward like taffy until her body swayed forward. Her arms were fastened in place behind her, and her eyes widened. Red squeaked in alarm, until I let them go and she fell back into place.
The glare she shot me was worth it.
I circled her again, admiring the black leatherwork and buckles adorning my sub while ignoring Dave, who was standing a fair distance back, next to the wall.
There would be others who watched, but I usually had him observing. It made people happier if I stationed an observer. Not that I needed one.
This probably reassured Red and I had to admit my desires to hurt still took me beyond the norm sometimes, even for in here.
I tightened the rope suspending her, so she was at cock height, picked up my favorite Bad Dragon dildo – the thing had veins, knobbles and the middle was bigger than my own dick – then I waded in and tapped her chin.
“Open.”
I fucked her mouth while I slowly introduced that big muthafucker of a purple-and-red dildo to her pussy and, within minutes, had her crying out and begging to come. Her spread thighs strained as if to open or close, and I devoted some time to fingering or tonguing her clit, circling it in a tease.
“Do not beg,” I ordered her.
Red sobbed but said no words. She knew I would not budge, and if she begged I would make her remain in near-orgasmic limbo for longer.
Not coming could be her state of frustration for ages, when I chose to make it so.
I stepped away from her, left the dildo sticking out partway – it narrowed at the tip and was safe there. She’d have to buck like a bronco for it to fall out, and that was impossible with the bondage.
I backed away despite her whining. Put my finger to my lips. “Shhh.”
She shushed and sent me a pitiful look that made me grin.
“Keep an eye on her, Dave. Just stepping out for a while.”
It was all pre-arranged with him, though Red didn’t know.
I left by the front door, not zipped up. This place was well isolated. A cold breeze almost made me regret that decision.
“You are a diabolical man. I saw what you did to Red.” Debbie was out here too, smoking a cigarette. A Domme with a fine man under her heels, she had become our friend, as were many of those who attended.
“I am that. She loves it.”
“I noticed.” She chuckled and tossed the
