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WHEN I GOT TO THE CARRIAGE house, I stuck my thumb on the security pad and the door beeped at me, a light above my head turned green and the door opened up. It was pretty nifty, actually. This was the first time I had been here since Sig and I had burned the original to the ground. I didn’t know what to expect. As the door opened, I had a sudden memory of the carnage that had been in the room; the bodies in pieces on the floor, the women Keegan had slaughtered in his feral fit. My heart raced at the memory of the smell of blood and death. There was none of that now. The once purple and white furnishings were gone, no longer stained in that thick red color. The dark paneling was replaced by cobalt wallpapering that had an intricate silver filigree running up the center and around the black lacquer crown molding. The couches were black leather. The place appeared significantly larger, curtains in that same stunning blue were off to my left side and deep red arched doors were to my right, with what looked like another thumb pad. I wanted to look around, but thought better of it, Keegan seemed to be in rare form when he ordered me in here. I needed to be ready when he came for me, and did I ever need him to come for me. I went to the arched doors and, sure enough, my thumb gained me access. Beep, beep, green light and the doors opened to complete darkness, but I could make out shapes. Lots of shapes. I had committed murder in the room that once stood here, taken a man by the head and cut his throat from ear to ear, and hadn’t looked back since. I’ve done so many things, so very wrong from where I had started, all for the love of this man... This Vampire. Frankly, I wasn’t sure I cared. In fact, I’m sure I would do it all over again and not change anything, except losing Sam. As soon as I stepped into the room the lights came up dimly. Keegan had made improvements, and there was more equipment than I remembered. I closed the door behind me and pulled off my tank top and sports bra. It felt good to get out of that contraption, I had to admit. Taking off my All-Stars, I slipped them onto a chair by the doors, along with my socks and jeans. All the bending and twisting had me on edge again as I kneeled down in just my black boy shorts. Placing my hands on my knees, palms up, my head tilted downward, I parted my lips in anticipation.
It didn’t take long before I could hear Keegan in the front rooms, it seemed he was walking around, taking his time before joining me. I moaned softly, my body tingled with desire. The door beeped and he stepped in, looking down at me.
“Have you looked around at all?” he asked, lifting my chin slightly.
“No, Sir.”
“Shall I show you what I’ve done for you?”
I swallowed, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this again. It had been quite some time since he had done much more than toss me over his knee. “If you like, Sir.”
He put out his hand for me to take, wrapping his arm around me, he leaned down, kissing my lips gently. “Let’s have a look.” Pushing me by the small of my back, he made me walk ahead of him. “Go on,” he urged when I looked back unsure.
The first thing I realized was there were more pieces of furniture along the walls, as if for others to observe, and more equipment on the main floor. A large mahogany box that reminded me of a kitchen island caught my eye for its sheer size, it was padded on the top and all around it were these huge thick metal rings, that I assumed were to tie me down with. The cross was back, only as I touched it, it flipped head over tail and I gasped, making Keegan let out a small laugh. He was stepping up the games it would seem. I walked awkwardly toward a chair of sorts and lifted my eyebrow at him as I ran my fingers down the padded armrest to the shackle and ropes that hung from it.
He walked to me, taking my hand. “It’s a bondage chair, like the bench, it allows me to move you how I want, giving me full access. He slid his fingers across my nipples, making them stand and I let out a delicate moan. “Keep looking around... There is more.”
I saw the horse bench and it occurred to me that the chair was its complement. Where the chair opened me up from the front, the other bent me over for his pleasure. In the center of the room was a wooden block and from that block stood a pole of sorts. I could feel him behind me, then his fingers trailed down my back.
“You said you owned a vibrator... Well, this takes that to a whole other level.” He licked my ear, pulling me toward what looked like a well-padded free weight bench, only this had ropes and pulleys.
“What is this for?” I asked as he laid me down upon it. Pushing my thighs apart, his fingers slid my soaked panties aside and slowly began tugging on the loop that hung outside of me from the Ben-Wah balls. My head fell to one side as he pulled them from me, leaving me very aware of the void left behind.
“This is so that I can get those legs where I want them,” he said with a knowing smile, his fingers filling me up as he bent down to kiss me. I tensed right up around his thick digits, my body shivering. “Come for me, now,” he whispered hotly in my ear, pulling up on me.
I lifted my ass off the bench, pushing against him as I moaned his name, coming into the hollow of his hand.
“Good girl.” He flicked my nipple with his tongue.
“More...” I breathlessly pleaded. I had been kept on the edge for too long and needed more of him, from him.
He pulled from me, and I felt the thick leather as he lifted my hands above my head, strapping them in. Then he wrapped leather high around my thighs, lifting them up and pulling them apart, my feet dangled, my ass was almost completely off the bench. I watched as he pulled my legs even higher and wider, with a smile. Then he walked away. Before I could really protest I could hear him fussing around. He had gone to a new toy chest... I maneuvered so that I could just see him as he approached with it.
“Nothing too intense, just a bullet.” He tore my boy shorts at the seam to get me out of them. “Hmm... I love you wet like this, you smell so fucking good.” His tongue connected with my hot folds and I was instantly mewling as he slid the bullet up into my clit. The vibration was low, but it was going to do the trick. “Don’t you come, not yet. Feel the sensations and transcend them.”
I don’t know how long I lay like that, on the edge of madness, every time I was about to be consumed he’d pull the little vibrating menace away, only to put it back and turn it up. The sound in my ears was so loud, it seemed like my whole body was moving at the speed of that little silver devil.
“Would you like to see some of the things in your toy box? Or shall I torture you further?” He turned up the vibration, his tongue sliding back up into me. I threw my head back with a guttural moan. “Please, Sir. Let me come,” I begged, my body aching, my muscles clenching on the verge as he pulled the bullet from me completely. I growled at him and he laughed, shaking his head.
“Patience. You have none, I swear woman.”
“Oh, you wait until I get my hands on you.” I was so riled up I couldn’t contain it anymore and he was beginning to piss me off, even as horny as I was.
“Oh, baby...” His lips sought to connect with mine and I bit him. “I could leave you here till morning, and with that attitude I might.”
His teasing was not funny. I struggled against the binds, but it was no use, I wasn’t getting out unless he let me down. He stood back and watched as I twisted and fought. “You’re such a shit! Ugh, let me down.”
“Obstinate. Demanding. Everything a good submissive should strive not to be.” I watched as he bent down, going into the chest he had brought over. When he returned to me he had a strap with a ball with holes in it. “I think a little silence will do us both some good.” With a wide smirk he tilted my head back, as I made to protest, he shoved the ball in my mouth, fastening it behind my head. I glared at him as he ran his fingers down my cheek and to my lifted breasts. “You must be famished, Sig tells me you’re drinking the synthetic and not mainlining it like you need to. That is not going to work.” He walked away and I went limp, struggling was not going to help me, only make me tired. I wondered what had gone on that he needed to be so in control tonight. I looked around as much as I could and I realized, looking at the size of most things, that this was all built to accommodate my tiny form. This was his happy place, but he’d built it for me. Guilt wrapped itself around my anger and snuffed it out. This was something he needed, something I could do for him. He needed to have control here because everything on the outside that he had control of was taken from him. I relaxed, letting my tired growing limbs have some rest. In that space in my head where my need to control sat I felt a lifting of the veils, a wish to succumb, to let go. Not only for him, but for myself. This was true submission.