Chapter 9
I was still shaking anxiously when he arrived. He counted the pages I had written and then looked at his watch. I could tell he knew I must have stopped, that I had not done enough. I thought of shrugging, of lifting my shoulders and raising my eyebrows dismissively, but the idea made my stomach come alive with nerves. Pretending I did not care was worse than being fearful of knowing I did care. He asked me if there was any reason why I had written less than was expected of me. His words were a confirmation of my worst fears and, dropping my guard for a moment, I almost told him the real reason - because what I was writing about was just too exciting - but I quickly came to my senses and looked away from him. I felt him shrug in the same way I imagined myself shrugging off his question, in a way that showed it did not matter and he did not really care. I felt let down by his response. It was as though he was no longer concerned about me, as if what I was doing had ceased to be important to him. And he had not said anything about using the word cunt again. He made so much fuss about it before, and yet now he did not seem to care.
He sat on the step and motioned for me to bend over his knees, but even then he seemed impartial. I hung across his lap feeling the floor against the tips of my toes as I braced myself with my fingertips, waiting, expecting the worst. But even as I cried out beneath each hard smack of his hand, and kicked my legs up to try and soothe the burning pain, he did not quicken his pace or press his left hand harder into the small of my back. I climaxed, as always, when the pain was so great I knew I could no longer bear it and my body transformed it into an excruciating pleasure. But when he lifted me off his lap I felt strangely disappointed, because though I had appeared to reach my limit, in reality I was far from it. I climbed back onto his knees, holding my sore red bottom up for more punishment, squirming against him, demonstrating my disobedience and the need for further discipline. He pushed his hand into the small of my back, and I sighed contentedly knowing it was not over yet. He gave me some more unforgiving smacks, and I gasped with shock as each blow fell. Another orgasm crested inside me as I held his ankles and jerked against his legs. The spanking continued - I felt as though it would never end - and I bit my lip and squirmed against him passionately, relishing the intense suffering, savouring the humiliation, until he suddenly shoved me off his lap and left me alone again.
As I stood against the edge of the raised platform I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I felt the way I had on the edge of the balcony, as though I was on the brink of something I had never experienced before, something fearful, but which I did not wish to turn away from. I was waiting to fall or be pushed into whatever lay before me.
The blindfold was drawn away from my eyes. I did not close them, but instead stared straight out into the bright room. I tried to swallow, but it was impossible with the heavy ball filling my mouth. Eve held my shoulders and turned me slightly, and I saw my vague reflection in the shiny chrome doors of the large cupboard. My hair was pulled up on top of my head into a long vertical braid, two thin cords woven into it. Its base was thick and pulled on my scalp, but it had been plaited so neatly no stray hairs were visible. The cords leading from the ball-gag were pulled tightly into the corners of my mouth before crossing my cheeks. They were pulled so taut my chin was tipped slightly downward, not so far that it touched my chest but far enough to stop me bending my head any further.
‘Do you think you look beautiful?’ Galen asked me as he bent down and removed the padlock from the closed doors of the hatch on the platform.
I looked at myself again, and nodded by dropping my shoulders forward, feeling the weight of the braid as it swayed slightly. I felt like an Egyptian queen bathed by her favourite servant girl and now, ritually gagged and naked, I was being presented to my lord and master for his approval. I looked earnestly at Galen, hoping he would not reject me.
He pulled the hasp and staple free, and opened the tight-fitting doors in the platform. He held them up at right angles for a moment, and then let them fall fully open. ‘Step up here, Syra my pet, onto the edge, but keep your hands by your sides. Keep them there until I tell you otherwise.’
I pressed the palms of my hands firmly against the sides of my thighs, raised my knee and climbed up onto the edge of the opening. I looked down into the open hatch and saw nothing, only an abyss of blackness intersected by the bright steel running across it. I expected him to ask if I was afraid, but he did not. Then I realised it would be pointless for him to ask me anything. He knew how I would respond - or at least, how I should respond. How could I possibly be afraid if he was with me?
He stood behind me and wedged his hands beneath my armpits. His fingers touched the sides of my breasts and I felt my nipples harden as a tingling anticipation ran through me. He squeezed his fingers against my tender flesh and I sensed him encouraging me to fall into his hands. I dropped back slightly, and he accepted my weight.
‘Step forward,’ he instructed me quietly.
For a moment I hesitated, but that was all, only for a moment. Then I stepped forward out over the edge of the opening in the platform and into the void. He held me, my hands stiff at my sides, my gaze fixed firmly ahead and the ball-gag tightly lodged in my mouth. I did not even stretch out my toes to test the terrifying emptiness, but simply let him slowly lower me into the darkness. I felt completely controlled by him. My will - what was left of it - was completely replaced by his and I did not wish it otherwise.
My toes touched something that felt like water, or silk, I was not sure which. The invisible surface presented only the slightest resistance to my initial contact, and as soon as my flesh penetrated it, I felt as though part of me vanished. It was like receiving the softest kiss as the prelude to a completely absorbing abandonment. My toes were lost in the welcoming bath, and then my calves and my knees. I felt as if they were floating away as my master lowered me into the warm black mouth of the hatch, yet I was not afraid and offered no resistance as I descended.
My breasts grazed the steel bar as he lowered me past it. It was shockingly cold, and already hard and aching, my nipples stiffened even more as the icy metal surface glided across their sensitive tips. The darkness lapped around my thighs, absorbing them, and then it touched my vulva and I swallowed hard, feeling the ball pressing against the back of my mouth. The temperature of the void exactly matched the temperature of my flesh, and as the lips of my sex made contact with it, they seemed to become one with the darkness itself. I felt as if my pussy was everything, the centre of a whole dark universe, and as though I was being slowly consumed by all the sensations latent within it. I saw the bar rising in front of my eyes and stared straight ahead as it passed my gaping mouth, the tip of my nose and my eyes.
As I descended further I felt the liquid warmth, an envelope of dark delight, spreading over my breasts and my nipples and my throat, until at last it reached my chin.
I stopped descending and hung weightless. I was floating, filled with nothing but the sensations of my invisible skin as they flowed through my mind and came together in the warm joy blooming in my submerged pussy. I was let down a little more, and I felt a tension on the end of my vertical braid as Galen released me. I floated in the darkness, knowing the cords in my plaited hair were tied to the steel bar, suspending me from my scalp in a liquid so close in temperature to that of my body it was impossible to say where my flesh began or ended. And then darkness consumed me absolutely as the doors of the hatch closed above me.
Almost at once I lost my sense of direction. In the sudden and complete blackness there was no up or down. My face was free of the water but I could not distinguish the liquid from the air. I did not know if I was spinning on the braid or whether I was held still by it. I thought about raising my arms away from my sides, but I could not quite determine where they were or how to move them. It was as though my body had disappeared.
Then suddenly images began filling my mind, pictures flashing like lightening before me in the darkness, accompanied by disembodied yet stunningly intense feelings... I smelled a myriad of fragrant scents, tasted a variety of flavours, heard musical notes and touched a world of forms and textures. I was engulfed in blackness, enveloped in a warm, all-pervading void as my mind spilled over with images and sensations like a goblet being endlessly filled and forever overflowing...
I saw Cleo, her wrists tightly manacled to the arms of the steel chair and her ankles enclosed by the heavy metal clamps. I saw her naked body sitting unnaturally upright in the chair and her startled, wide-eyed expression gazing into an imaginary distance, the shiny steel ball filling her mouth. A glimmer of perspiration glistened on the tops of her firm breasts and in her cleavage, a thin trickle like a distant sunlit river running down between the gentle mounds of her breasts and down her flat belly. I saw Eve kneeling, her buttocks pressed against her heels, between Cleo’s legs. I saw her hands reach up and cover the blonde girl’s delicate bosom as she pinched her nipples. I saw her long black hair draping across the top of Cleo’s thighs as she burrowed her face as far between them as she could, pressing her full mouth against the soft lips of her pussy. I saw her head rising and falling as she ran her tongue over Cleo’s pudenda, and I saw the bound girl’s eyes widen even more as the intimate tongue found the divinely warm centre of her slit. I saw she could not move, her restraints too tight, but she tensed as each lick of Eve’s tongue stoked the passionate heat rising within her. I watched her pupils dilating as the pet circled her clitoris with the probing tip of her tongue. I could see the tension in her firm young muscles as she fought to contain the rising wave of pleasure overwhelming her. Her toes strained and her calves tightened as she pulled against the unyielding clamps around her ankles. Then I saw her relax slightly as the pet moved her tongue back to the centre of her vulva, but as soon as the agile tip licked its way to the hot core of her pussy, I saw her body stiffen and then tremble as the paroxysm of an orgasm overtook her. I watched Eve increase the pressure on her nipples as she tensed beneath a long and drawn out climax. And as Cleo clenched around the steel ball stuffing her mouth, I bit down on my leather ball-gag. As her cheeks tightened so did mine, and when I saw the smoothness of her chest and throat flush pink as pleasure suffused her flesh, I felt the rush of warmth in my own invisible skin... followed by a convulsion of joy that seemed to emanate not from between my legs but from the very core of my being...
I wanted to draw my knees up against my breasts and wrap my arms around them. I wanted Eve to lick my slit as I held it open and exposed for her, displaying myself to her, the flesh of my labia pulled tight by the tension of my bent legs. I wanted to feel her tongue prising into the smooth lips, poking between them, tasting my moisture before withdrawing to tease my clitoris, forcing me to come again, not allowing me to hold back but driving me on remorselessly...
I saw Galen pulling the pet away. I was not sure whether he was pulling her away from me or from Cleo, yet I distinctly felt the loss of her probing tongue and the absence of her full lips. And then Cleo began struggling frantically against her bonds. It was as if she was panicked by Eve’s loss and all the delights the other woman had filled her with. I empathised with the emptiness she was experiencing. Like her, I wanted to struggle against my bonds. I wanted to tug and thrash against the restraining manacles holding me down in the chair. I wanted to feel the pain in my wrists and ankles as I pulled wildly, with all my strength, against them. I imagined Galen loosening my bonds enough to let me wriggle free, and then I saw myself crawling around him on my hands and knees to throw myself, open-legged, in front of Eve. I lay on my back breathing through flared nostrils, my hands pressed against the insides of my thighs as I held my legs as far apart as possible. I wanted the pet to crouch between them and lap my shaved cunt, licking me as she drank my juices. I felt Galen step forward as his shadow fell across me, and I saw his open palm rise over Eve’s buttocks. I waited for him to spank her as I continued forcing my legs wide open, and when his hand swooped down and I heard her gasp in pain, I raised my hips and clamped my thighs around her head. Another smack on the pet’s upturned buttocks caused her to fall forward, and I felt a surge of extra pressure as her tongue pressed against my pussy. Another smack and its tip drove deep inside me. Every blow that followed, each one harder than the last, thrust her tongue deeper into my sex. Each blow that fell propelled her forward, gasping for breath as her tongue sank deeper into my juicing slit...
Eventually Galen stopped spanking her, and I threw my head back in ecstasy as I watched him walking over to Cleo. I tried to turn on my side so I could crawl after him, but again my ankles were arrested and my wrists no longer free. I could feel Cleo’s heart thumping in her chest as he approached her, and my own heart pounded in empathy with her excitement. He reached down to the manacles at her ankles, and flicked them open. She stayed where she was for a moment, not moving, uncertain what he wanted, wondering what to do. But as soon as she did move he grabbed both her ankles and lifted them high, exposing her taut buttocks and her soft pink pussy lips squeezed between them. Then he closed his powerful grip around both her ankles with one hand while his other hovered before her eyes, and he waited until he saw enough terror in them to sweep it down.
My ears filled with the sharp smacking sounds as his rigid palm came down repeatedly across her buttocks. She quivered beneath every blow and I imagined her pain, but more than that, I actually felt the sharp thrills of excitement accompanying every punishing slap. Each time his hand impacted with her quivering flesh, each time it smacked against her bottom cheeks, I felt the shock of it and the hot flow of painful joy, which culminated in an explosion of terrible rapture when the side of his hand caught the edges of her unprotected sex. I do not know how many blows he delivered, how long he held her ankles high above her head or how many times she climaxed, I only know that every blow created a wave of passion which threatened to drown me in a bottomless sea of pleasure...
Cleo was gasping, panting like a dog as he took her ankles into both his hands again. He opened her legs wide, fully exposing her pussy. I felt her vulnerable nakedness and quivered at the thought of him displaying me like that. Eve stood behind him, wrapping her hands around his hips to slowly undo his belt. She pulled it away and opened his trousers, drawing the zipper down slowly. I wanted to be in her place. I wanted to push my hands into his clothes and touch his hard flesh. I wanted to hold the weight of his stiffening penis in my hands. I wanted to run my fingers along its silky length and caress every pulsating vein, every subtle, sensitive contour of his shaft, every inch of his fine skin.
Cleo gasped as she saw the heavy cock in Eve’s hands. She fought with the manacles at her wrists, not in an effort to release herself, but because she longed to climb on top of him and wrap herself around him, to take his erection and ride him until he climaxed deep inside her. I felt her jaw clenching around the steel ball in her mouth and felt her desperate need to be filled. Eve urged him forward, releasing her grip on his cock only when she was sure she had fed it firmly into the wet, clinging lips of Cleo’s sex. The girl’s eyes widened and she tossed her head back in ecstasy as Eve wrapped her arms around him and pressed her hands against his muscular stomach. I felt Cleo’s multiple orgasms blooming through her charged flesh as rapidly as gunfire, relentless shots of bliss bursting inside her, each one more intense than the last. I shuddered with every one of her climaxes and panted loudly as my master thrust into her faster and harder, lifting her off the seat while holding her up by the ankles so he could drive his erection even deeper into her slender body. I did not feel it when he came. It was too much for me. The heat inside me, the tightness and the strain all overcame me in one long shuddering paroxysm of joy...
A burst of brightness made me flinch and I knew the hatch above me was opening. I remained perfectly still. Even the sudden illumination was not enough to move my weightless body. I felt the braid on top of my head being released, and gradually I became aware of hands beneath my armpits again. They lifted me slowly and it was like being levitated. I did not feel the pressure of hands on me or the weight of my body beneath them. I felt as if I was floating upwards, light as a cloud. I was being returned to normality, removed from the fluid realm liberating so many passions within me, and I was stunned to realise all the vivid pleasures that had overcome me in the dark had only been fantasies, a confusion of dreams and desires released by my isolation and sensory deprivation.
Galen laid me on the floor and loosened the cords holding the ball-gag in my mouth. I felt it move against my tongue, but like the world of fantasy that had possessed me, I did not want to let it go and I hung on to it for a while, licking and biting it gently. Finally he opened my mouth with his fingers and prised it out from between my teeth. I felt a deep sense of loss and moaned pitifully.
‘Syra, my pet, do not worry, you will have it back again soon.’
I lay there panting, unable to close my jaws for a few moments, hoping he would gag me again, hoping I would never have to speak again, hoping he would lower me back into the darkness and let all the erotic dreams begin afresh and last forever.
I did not want to lie on solid ground warm and satisfied. I wanted to return to the dark void that had freed so many sensations from inside me and generated so much imaginative intensity in my mind.
I rolled slowly over onto my back and stared up at the white ceiling. The braid was still there, I could feel the tension of it against my scalp, and I kept my arms at my sides. I was lying naked on my back in his presence. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and the mere thought sent a fresh ripple of excitement through my blood.
I felt I could do anything, too. No pleasure was beyond my reach, no passion beyond my capacity. I wanted to test myself against everything. I felt fearless and emancipated. It was as though my life had begun anew.
I let my head loll to one side. Eve was crouching naked against the wall, her hair tangled around her face and the tip of her tongue licking her lips. I stared longingly at the dark pubic hair between her legs and at the pink flesh beneath it.
I rolled onto my other side and saw my reflection in the lower drawers of the chrome cupboard. I looked pale and drawn.
‘Galen...’ I whispered.
‘You may take your hands away from your sides now,’ he instructed, and I fully realised at last that my freedom relied entirely upon him.