Sam

Sam.

Chapter One – The meeting.

 

I love Sam.

When we first met I had been single for quite a while, so had he. It’s hard trying to find that special person, one who you feel that connection with. For Sam and I, that connection was immediate.

 

I had been at university for a while. I was in the final semester of my second degree. My routine was, well, routine. Lectures, home, eat, pub, club, and home. Occasionally I would be required to write an essay. I was beginning to become apathetic with my once loved lifestyle.

 

I was 23. Medium height, long fair hair and slim. My breasts were of average size, something I always regretted, as I would have enjoyed bigger breasts.

 

It was the summer. Students were beginning to return home for the holidays. I would not and had not for some time. I enjoyed the freedom that my own house and lifestyle offered me.

 

It was the second week in July. The evening air was still warm from a blisteringly hot day. Some friends and I decided to go out to a club we hadn’t been to before. I was told to dress ‘alternatively’ as the club this evening was having an S&M theme. My friends and I thought it would be a laugh, so we went shopping and bought outfits just for the night.

 

After much deliberation I decided on an outfit.

I was wearing a black ballerina style skirt, which had layers and layers of fine black net underneath a black stain skirt. A tight black satin corset was laced to extenuate my breasts. I wore a pair of high-heeled black PVC lace up boots, and finished my look off with a black leather collar, which adorned a stainless steel ring at the front. My friends and I amused by our appearance left for the club.

 

As I stood at the bar I felt old, a ridiculous notion at 23. However, I got the impression that most of the club’s current occupants were no older than 18.

 

A dark haired man approached me at the bar. ‘Got a light?’

The man before me looked about my age. He was tall and stocky, he had jet black hair and piercingly blue eyes. ‘Sure’ I said. The man was dressed in a black suit, dark red shirt, and black tie. ‘Where’s your costume?’ I said trying to make conversation with what I considered to be a very handsome young man.

 

The man casually lifted his arm to reveal a long slim chain with a sliver padlock secured at one end hanging from his wrist, and a long thin riding crop in his hand. ‘I thought I would come as a dom’ I smiled at the stranger not having a clue what he was going on about and began to roll a cigarette.

 

‘So, er, come here often?’ We both began to laugh. ‘Sorry, my name is Sam’. For some reason I felt it hard to look straight into this mans eyes. I had no idea why, as I am definitely not the shy type. Sam seemed to notice. He took my freshly rolled cigarette from my hand and asked, ‘and your name is?’ ‘Oh, sorry, I’m Eve, pleased to meet you.’ Sam handed back the cigarette and began to study me closely.

 

As this stranger looked over my body, I tried to show no signs of discomfort and put the cigarette to my lips. Then I remembered. He had my lighter. Before I could say a word he produced it. ‘Looking for this?’ A brief flicker emerged from the end of the lighter. ‘Interesting collar Eve, are you dom, sub or switch?’ I was clueless, besides I was still waiting for a light. ‘Erm, can a have a light please?’ Sam looked straight into my eyes, I wasn’t sure if he had heard me or not and then came an answer, which both surprised and excited me. ‘Well it is your lighter, but you haven’t answered my question. Answer my question honestly and you can have your lighter and talk some more. Ask for your lighter again and you may have it without answering any questions you do not wish to.’

 

I love games, and this felt like one. I thought for a minute.  What would he think if he knew I was clueless? But what would he think if I pretended to know, answered his questions and clearly be portrayed as someone who was clueless? I decided on the truth. ‘I’m sorry, I have no-idea what those terms mean, explain them to me.’

 

Sam took our drinks and gestured for me to follow him to a table. We were sat in a booth, just the two of us. It was quieter here, and easier to talk.

‘A dom is short for dominant. A dominant is someone who dominates sexual activities. A sub is short for submissive, submissive’s generally submit to the sexual wishes of the dominant. And finally there is the switch, that’s someone who can be either depending on their mood or situation. So which one of those are you?’

 

I was stunned into silence. I had no idea. Thinking logically I felt that I could be none of the above as my views on sex were those of mutual participation, not one person directing things over another or any other way.

 

‘I’m not sure that I am any of those things’. Sam looked deep into my eyes. There was that feeling again, I couldn’t stand it, I looked away. Sam smiled, ‘oh I think you are at least one of those things, you just don’t know it yet’.

 

I suddenly became aware of my situation. Here I was talking to a complete stranger about sex, and it struck me as kinky or fetish or something like that. I couldn’t see my friends and began to wonder whether I should finish my drink and find my friends. Sam seemed to sense my unease. ‘Sorry, I get so used to people here I forget how weird all this may seem to someone from a vanilla back ground, err, it means normal.’

 

I smiled, and with that began to relax again.

 

I was, it is fair to say, quite drunk. Not drunk in a disgraceful way, more in an uninhibited way. ‘So Sam tell me more about Dom, Sub and switch’. Sam smiled. ‘Its something you need to experience really, there in lies the best explanation. I looked straight at him ‘I bet’, I was aware that my tone had an edge of don’t fuck with me, and Sam laughed.

 

‘No Eve, I didn’t mean, oh fuck it’. Sam reached around the back of my neck with a firm hand and moved his face close to mine. I could feel his breath on my face and his nose alongside mine, my eyes gently closed, waiting for his kiss. He began to softly kiss along my neck, and again I could feel him, his lips almost touching mine. I moved forward to try and make contact with him for a kiss I now needed as well as wanted. Suddenly I felt his hand move from my neck to my hair, and firmly he held my head back with a large handful of it.

 

I opened my eyes and stared at him. ‘I will kiss you Eve, when I am ready to kiss you; you will not kiss me, or touch me or do anything to me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?’ I could feel myself becoming very wet. I was so turned on by this I would have gladly done anything with this stranger there and then. However, a part of me was curious as to where all this may lead, and what other feelings and sensations lay in wait for me. ‘Understand Eve?’ I nodded.

 

Sam released my hair. A large part of me felt the disappointment that accompanied this move. Sam smiled. ‘How did that make you feel Eve?’ Despite the fact that I had only just met this man, I felt as though I could tell him anything. I wanted him to understand what it was I had just experienced. ‘It felt…I felt…I feel’ I couldn’t convey to him all the feelings that his actions had just invoked within me. Sam smiled gently. ‘I think it would really be something to get to know you Eve’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2 –Getting to know you.

 

Sam and I had parted that evening having exchanged numbers. Nothing else was mentioned about the brief encounter that left me wanting to experience him more. We simply chatted about ourselves, drank, smoked, and enjoyed the rest of the evening in each other’s company.

 

The next day I woke up with a moderate hangover. I walked over to my wall mirror and noticed the collar. I had obviously managed to take off all my other clothes, but for some reason had neglected the collar. Just then I thought of Sam.

 

I lay down on the bed, parted my legs and began to rub my sex. I was thinking of him, close to me, but not touching me, just teasing me. I began rubbing harder and faster, I could feel that rising feeling begin within me, when suddenly my phone began to beep. ‘Fuck it!’

 

I picked up my mobile and noticed a text message alert. I opened the message and instantly saw whom it was from. SAM – READ NOW? I quickly opened the message.

 

‘Thank you for a wonderful evening.  Would you like to meet tonight?’

 

I felt my stomach lurch with both nerves and excitement. I simply sent back ‘yes’.

I ran downstairs, threw the collar down on the kitchen work surface and began to make coffee.

 

I waited for a reply, each second seeming like hours when finally ‘8pm, campus bar?’

As before I replied with a simple yes and began to prepare for another night in the company of Sam.

 

I arrived at the campus bar at five to eight. I was wearing a simple strap summer dress and sandals. I could not see Sam anywhere, so I ordered a drink from the bar and found a private booth to sit in. A few minutes later Sam walked over to the table.

‘Hi Eve’. Sam sat down next to me and we began to discuss the previous night’s encounter.

‘I hope you didn’t think me a weirdo for long last night. I realise that with hindsight our conversation may have seemed a little bit strange for two people who only just met.’

 

I smiled, ‘no, I had a wonderful time.’ I looked away. Even talking to this man about last night made me feel that feeling, a feeling still strong from his reluctance to kiss me. His gaze made that feeling all the more powerful and he knew it.

 

After a couple of hours and more drinks Sam offered to walk me home. As we approached my house I asked him in for coffee. He agreed and soon enough we were standing in my kitchen. ‘So Sam, I understood the riding crop, but what was that chain all about’. I couldn’t believe what I had just said. It had been bothering me since the previous night and just slipped out. Sam smiled. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and from the zip compartment he produced the long slim sliver chain.

 

‘Its stronger than it looks’ Sam said with a smile. ‘It has many uses’. Again my mouth engaged before my brain ‘show me’.

 

Sam walked over to face me. He put one hand into the small of my back and the other up my back, neck into my hair. He held me there, tightly by my hair and kissed me. Tentatively I reached around his back and began to reciprocate his passion. Suddenly he stopped. ‘Remember, only when I allow you’. I let my hands fall back to my sides. Sam began to kiss my neck gently. It was too much; I had to touch him, to kiss him. Sam stopped. He stood back and stared directly into my eyes.

 

‘Take off your dress.’

 

Excited by his tone I slowly began to slide the straps of my dress along my shoulders.

 

‘I told you to take off your fucking dress.’

 

Quickly I allowed my dress to fall to the floor. Sam began to walk around me. I started to follow his movements, desperately wanting to see his reaction to my naked body.

 

‘Face forward, do not look at me.’

 

I quickly turned my head around. I could hear what sounded like a buckle jangle. Sam started to fasten something around my neck from behind. It was the collar. He had picked it up off the work surface and decided I should wear it. Sam grabbed the ring set in the front of the collar and let me into the next room.

 

I stood there in front of him, waiting for whatever came next.

 

‘Get on your knees.’ I knelt down slowly.

‘Put you hands behind your back’ Slowly I bought my wrists together.

‘Now I will show you what this chain is for Eve.’ Sam used the chain to secure each ankle to an opposing wrist, which pulled me down into a sitting position. He then bought the excess chain lengths over my shoulders and through the ring in my collar. I was now sitting, unable to move my arms or legs and had two short pieces of chain dangling through the ring in my collar.

 

Sam produced two small silver clips from his wallet and fastened them to the end of each piece of chain.

 

‘Clearly you are unable to control your own movements, so this chain with my help will assist you.’

 

Suddenly Sam began to lick my nipples. Immediately they began to get hard and tingled with every stroke of his tongue.

 

‘Now lets try again, this time we have the chain to help control you, oh and these as added incentive.’

 

 

Suddenly Sam lifted my right breast and pulled the first piece of chain by its clip towards my right nipple, then my left. As the chain was short both of my breasts had been lifted by the clamps tightly attached to each nipple. Before I could complain at my discomfort Sam began to kiss my neck once more.

 

I felt his fingers lightly stroke my back, moving around to my breasts and towards my sex. I let out a small moan.

 

‘No Eve, I have not given you permission to do that, from now on silence.’

 

Sam continued to stroke the top of my sex; I was in another place enjoying every sensation. My body betrayed me, a soft gentle moan escaped from my lips. Sam pulled the clips from my nipples. I felt a burning pain rush through them alongside the blood they had been deprived. Sam was untying my bonds. I was devastated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3 – The first time.

 

I had really enjoyed the previous evening with Sam. After he had untied my bonds he held me for the longest time, stroking me and asking if I was all right. I reassured Sam and expressed my disappointment at being untied.

 

‘Tomorrow we will continue, I will bring a few things and I can correct you properly.’

 

I began to smile and we laughed. As he left I was already waiting for the following day.

 

At 6pm the next day, the doorbell rang. I was both excited and nervous. Sam greeted me with both a smile and a kiss.

‘Eve, you should know that if at anytime you don’t like what I do or want to stop playing just say safe and we stop. This is all just play and I…’

 

I grabbed him and kissed him tenderly. ‘I know, come on, let’s play.’

 

Sam walked in to the hall and produced a set of keys.

 

‘I was thinking that we could go back to my place. I have some things there that I think you will like.’

 

I agreed and within half an hour I was standing in the hallway of Sam’s house. The house was an old terrace. It had three floors plus a cellar. Sam opened a door in the kitchen, flicked a light switch and gestured for me to follow him.

 

I walked down a narrow flight of steep stairs into his cellar. It was dimly lit, but I could make out the shapes of various pieces of furniture in the large cold room.

 

‘Take off your dress.’

 

Quickly I complied, standing still, facing forward with both hands at my sides.

 

‘Good girl, still takes you a while to learn doesn’t it Eve, but that’s ok, I am here to teach you, remember?’

 

Sam fastened a collar around my neck, wrists, and ankles. All of them were covered in dozens of metal rings.

 

‘Now a lesson in being quiet.’

 

I could hear a clicking noise from above me and when I looked could see ropes being lowered from the ceiling. Sam tied the ropes through the rings in the wrist cuffs, and secured my arms together above my head at the elbows. Sam then lowered two slimmer ropes. He tied them around my waist, then between the cheeks of my arse up between my legs and carefully ran each slim piece of rope either side of my sex so that my clit protruded out from between them tightly. Sam then past the two pieces of rope under the ropes he had fastened around my waist and over a beam above me then tying the end to a large metal bucket.

 

Instantly I could feel the weight of the bucket pull at the ropes around my sex. The tightness forced me on to tiptoes, and as Sam raised the ropes above my head I found it almost impossible to stand.

 

‘Now darling Eve I am going to whip your ass, when you have had enough you may ask me politely to whip your breasts and so on, do you understand.’

 

‘Yes’ I said. SWISH. ‘Ah’ I felt a burning sensation along my right ass cheek.

 

‘No Eve, we are practicing silence. The only time you may make a sound is when you ask me to change where I am striking you. Do you understand?’ quickly I nodded.

 

I felt the first stroke along my left cheek; before I could recover I felt another one on my right, then left, right, left, right. I was beginning to feel the heat from my cheeks rise to the bottom of my back. The pain was constant and through my watering eyes I could feel the dampness of my sex along the slim ropes.

 

I needed a break, a rest bite, and a distraction from the pain. Then I remembered.

 

‘Please strike my breasts’

 

Sam stopped and walked around to face me.

 

‘Oh Eve, you can do better than that.’ Sam continued to strike my aching behind.

 

What could he want me to say? I had been polite, I had said please at least. I closed my eyes in an attempt to block out the pain and began to think. Sam said polite, polite, polite, what can he want me to say. Ok polite, manners, manners, respect, respect, how do you show respect? I had it!

 

‘Please sir, please strike my breasts if it pleases you.’

 

Sam stopped. He walked around to face me with a visible erection pushing against the material of his crotch. Sam began to strike my breasts. Within minutes the pain was unbearable. So I asked him.

 

‘Please sir, please strike my ass if it pleases you.’

 

Sam stopped. He put down his whip. I began to breathe steadily again.

 

‘Eve you have done so well I think you aught to have a little treat. However, I don’t think you have learned enough to remain quiet through this little item, so I will help you with the aid of a gag.’ I felt a large ball being pushed into my mouth, and straps being fastened around the back of my head. My jaws had started to ache and I could feel drool escaping out of the side of my mouth.

 

‘Darling, you look beautiful. You can make as much noise as you wish as the gag will minimise your noise on my account.’

 

Suddenly Sam appeared with what looked like a massager. Its cord plugged into an extension lead on the floor and its ball like end vibrated noisily. Sam touched the vibrator to my sex. Instantly I felt waves of intense sensation flood over my entire body. My legs shook violently as I tried to push the intense device away. My clit exposed by the two small ropes either side of it pressed directly onto the ball of the vibrator. Sam noticed that I had enough room to wiggle away so he stopped, but down the vibrator and approached me with more ropes.

 

I could feel my ankles being tied to a long bar. My legs now spread I was unable to reach the ground. Sam secured the end of each pole to rings that covered the cellar floor at regular intervals. I could no longer move away.

 

The vibrator was merciless. The feelings of intense pleasure filled all my being. Sam had attached the vibrator to the end of a pole and placed it into a stand that now stood alone beneath me. The vibrator was a permanent fixture as was I, until Sam released me.

 

The sensations were becoming more intense and I felt that rising feeling begin. Sam noticed at once. The vibrator stopped.

 

‘As with all things you may do in here, they begin with my permission, do you understand?’

 

I nodded and through the gag asked permission to come.

 

‘NO Eve, not yet,’

 

But I couldn’t, all I could feel was the rising feeling.

 

‘Let me help you to concentrate on something else my love.’

 

Suddenly Sam approached me with two large clips. He placed one on each nipple. My impending orgasm eliminated any pain, and Sam knew it. Sam proceeded to flick the clips and create a little discomfort to take my mind off the vibrations that threatened to make me come. Eventually this was not enough so Sam added small but heavy weights to the clips. My nipples began to stretch downwards and I was no longer as aware of the vibrator as I had been.

 

‘That’s better isn’t it dear?’

 

I nodded quickly. However, soon I began to feel that rising feeling once again.

 

‘Please may I come?’

 

‘Not yet.’

 

‘PLEASE”

 

My pleas were becoming more desperate and Sam knew that little he did now could prolong my torment any longer.

 

‘OK dear, count backwards from 30, aloud and steadily, at 0 you may come.’

 

I began to count, not sure if could do as Sam had asked. Sam removed the weights from the clips on my nipples and held them tightly.

 

‘three, two….one…’

 

Sam pulled both the nipple clips off at once just as I began to come. The feelings of pleasure and pain collided so violently I could not concentrate on anything but my own body. In those brief moments I could feel every square inch of skin that covered my small frame.

 

Sam turned off the vibrator and untied my bonds. He carried me over to a large bed in the corner and laid me down gently. Slowly Sam began to massage soothing oil into the stokes along my arse and breasts. It wasn’t long before his touch became a new source of pleasure for me.

 

‘Eve, are you all right? Can I get anything for you?’

Sam was concerned for me as my body was beginning to reflect the pain inflicted upon it.

 

‘I am fine Sam. In fact I have never felt so peaceful.’

 

Sam lay on my chest and we held each other tenderly until we fell asleep.

 

Chapter four – The beginning.

 

That night we slept peacefully together, and every night since. Our play became part of every day life. We enjoyed pushing each other’s boundaries in a relationship of love and trust. We had grown up a great deal over the past year. We had graduated, begun work and even bought Sam’s rented house.

 

‘Eve, are you feeling any better darling?’

 

I was not. I had spent the last hour in the bathroom on account of my choice at our favourite restaurant.  I had chosen the shellfish medley, Sam, who was not feeling any ill affects whatsoever had chosen steak. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, Sam was sitting in the hall with a large brown box.

 

‘Oh my God that was awful, we are never going to that fucking restaurant again!’

Sam smiled.

‘Look darling, I have a present for you, I am convinced it will make you feel better.’

I sat on the floor next to Sam and ripped open the brown package. Inside was a grey box covered in buttons and knobs, it looked very much like an amplifier. Beside the box were an assortment of wires; clips strange looking almost dummy like implements. I quickly became excited.

 

‘For play?’

Sam smiled and kissed my forehead tenderly.

‘For play darling.’

 

Sam carried the box downstairs and I followed eagerly.  We had drawn a yellow line on the floor of the cellar and agreed that once past this marker, our games would begin. Today I crossed that line more nervously than at any other point in our playful relationship.

 

‘Clothes.’ Sam said in a low cold voice.

Immediately I removed all that I was wearing and waited for further instructions. Sam had a look in his eyes that I have never seen before. As I watched him I became so aroused that I became aware of my sex, and the beads of arousal that ran down the inside of my legs. Sam noticed at once and began to speak with such coldness I was already desperate to come.

 

‘You filthy fucking hoar. In fact, hoar is too good a word for you. You are nothing more than a slave to me and my desires in this place, and as such you will refer to me as your master. Do you understand?’

 

I felt the blood drain from my face, down my body and into my legs, which now felt like lead weights.

 

‘Yes master.’

‘Good. Now present yourself to me salve.’

 

Reluctantly remembering my presentation position, I quickly sank to my knees, put my nose to the floor, clasped my ankles and spread my legs as wide as I could.

Sam approached me slowly. I could feel his breath on my arse hole as he looked at every part of my sex in this undignified position. Suddenly I could hear metal being dragged along the floor. Sam pushed a metal cross underneath me.

 

‘Now slave, as soon as I have secured you to our new frame we can begin.’

 

The long end of the cross was pushed towards my face. It had a large metal collar welded to the end. The top of this collar had a hinge and was quickly fastened tightly around my neck. The cross section was by my feel and wrists. This part of the cross had smaller individual metal collars welded to the bar. My feet and wrists were locked within them .The result was complete immobility. My knees bent, my face on the floor and my right wrist alongside my right ankle cuffed, the cuffs welded to a flat bar which crossed a longer bar to my neck, and my left wrist and ankle restrained in the same fashion. I could feel my arse spread wide, pointing upwards towards Sam.

 

‘Good, now a new gag my dear, and we will begin.’

 

I felt Sam push a ring into my mouth and turn it so that my mouth could no longer close. I could push my tongue through the large ring, but talking was out of the question.  I heard something being wheeled towards me, but was unable to turn my head to look. Suddenly I felt the cold sensation of lube being applied to my arsehole, and then a stinging as something was pushed into me. I gasped. No one, nothing had ever been inside that intimate place. I shuddered at the discomfort and Sam began to laugh.

 

‘Slave this is only the beginning of your introduction to my anal pleasure. You are feeling a small tube being pushed past your tight delicate little arse hole. Slowly I am going to allow water to past along this tube and inside you.’

 

I was horrified. I began to beg, squirm and scream, and then I felt it start. The water was cold and at first felt wonderful. My sex was beginning to beat separately from my heart and I needed some stimulation soon as my clit was beginning to ache. Then I began to feel full, and fuller, and pain. I had to relieve myself. The desperation was indescribable.  I felt Sam remove the tube.

 

‘Do not loose a drop of that fluid slave. The consequences for you will be unimaginable.’

 

I tried desperately to hold on to the water that was inside me. Sam showed me a small narrow tube.

 

‘And to think that this was the cause of your discomfort slave. This tiny little tube! I can see that you are struggling with the task I have set you so I have this to help you.’

 

Sam produced what can only be described as a dummy, a dummy that was made of glass and at least five times the size of some thing you would give an infant. On the flat end of the dummy were black and red points with matching wires attached. Quickly Sam moved behind me and began to push this thing into my arsehole.

 

‘This is a butt plug slave, but it has a magical property. Do you know what the Victorians believed was simply magical? Electricity!’

 

My heart skipped a beat. Was Sam serious? Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my arsehole as Sam began to push the butt plug inside me. As he pushed further, the pain subsided as my arsehole closed around the smaller end of the glass device. I still needed to desperately expel the contents of my stomach. I was in pain and desperate to relieve myself.

 

‘Lets see if we can take your mind off the water, well at least give you something else to think about.’

 

I hear the clicks of buttons and suddenly felt waves of pain inside my arse hole and along the water throughout the insides of my being. I begin to scream and Sam moved around to face me. With a hand full of my hair he turned my head to look at him.

 

‘Once I have come, you may. Once you have come it will all be over.’

 

Sam left my side and returned to show me a huge pole. On the end of it was the biggest dildo I have ever seen, and next to it was the ball vibrator. I screamed again as Sam rammed the dildo inside me. I could feel it stretching my sex to the limit. The ball vibrator was flush with my clit, and then Sam turned it on.

 

The waves of pain from the electricity through the water inside me kept coming in waves. My sex felt torn and violated whilst my clit betrayed my despair by allowing my body to take pleasure from my ordeal. I began to moan, softly at first, then louder, more highly pitched. I was overcome by sensations.

 

‘Oh no you don’t slave. I am first. And that noise is going straight through me, time to shut you up.’

 

At once I felt Sam’s large erect penis fill my mouth through the ring gag. He began to fuck my mouth, making me gag on his cock. Then and there I felt like nothing more that a shell, a body being used for the pleasure of others. The more I thought about my situation the closer I came to coming. I had forgotten the pain, the water, and the electricity. All I felt were the vibrations on my clit and the need to come. Suddenly I began to gag as come hit the back of my throat.

 

‘Do not waste a drop slave; you are fortunate indeed to have been given such a gift from your master. Swallow it!’

 

I did as instructed and began to beg Sam’s permission to come.

 

‘PEECH MASAA CAA A CAAA’

 

My gag did not make my words clear, but Sam knew exactly what I was saying.

 

‘Count back from 10 to 0 slave, at 0 you may come.’

 

I began to count, the pain had returned alongside the rising feeling. Tears ran down my face, cum and drool ran down my chin.

 

‘O…AAAAAGGGGHHHHH’

 

Sam had pulled butt plug from my arse, hard and fast. As I came I expelled all the water and the relief was incredible. That coupled with my orgasm left me close to unconsciousness. Sam released my bonds and carried me upstairs to the bathroom. He ran a bath and carefully lowered me into the warm soapy water.

 

‘Eve my love, are you OK?, did I go to far? Speak to me darling please.’

 

I was fine. Actually I felt wonderful. I looked at Sam and kissed him. He understood and began to wash me.

 

‘So where do you fancy going for dinner tonight?’ Sam said comically.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5 – All change.

 

Sam had been working late all week and I could sense that he was beginning to get stressed with work pressures. I was always home at least a couple of hours before him, and usually cooked a meal for us both on his return. Tonight was no exception, and I had decided to spoil him and try to help him relax.

 

At 9pm Sam came home. Weary and stressed out he dumped his case in the hall, kicked off his shoes and went straight to the fridge to grab a beer.

 

‘Hi Eve, sorry darling, I will be with you in a minute, I just need to check my email.’

 

I took off the robe I was wearing to reveal a collar and thigh length pvc high-heeled boots. I bought serving dishes filled with our dinner to the table and stood with my hands behind my back waiting for Sam to come in.

 

‘Sorry darling I….’

Sam stopped and stared straight at me.

 

‘Wait there and don’t move.’

 

Sam came back carrying an assortment of play toys, including our new cock seat.

The cock seat had only arrived the day before and we had not yet used it. The seat was made of wood, about the height of a dinning chair, but had a huge cock attached to the seat and a vibrating pad for clitoral stimulation located in front of it.

 

‘Sit.’

 

I walked around to the chair and eased my self down on to the huge upright cock. As I slid down on to it I could feel my sex being filled completely. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan of discomfort as Sam pushed me down flush with the chair.

 

‘Now lets eat I am starving.’ Sam pushed my chair to the table and sat down.

 

The vibrating pad, as I had forgotten was remote controlled, as too was the piston movement of the giant cock. As Sam activated the chair I almost chocked on the first mouthful of my dinner.

 

‘Careful little one, and no coming until that plate of yours in completely clean.’

 

I began to feel that rising feeling stir from deep within me. I looked at Sam; he knew I would fail in my task, I wonder if that was his intention from the beginning. I came moments later, unable to bear the convulsions any more I jumped off the chair.

 

‘Oh dear, what are we going to do about that? Lets finish our dinner and I will consider how I can help you manage more self control.’

 

In silence we finished our meal. I was mortified at coming so soon. I felt like a failure. I began to consider what my punishment might be. I noticed my sex become wet as I imagined how Sam would punish me. We had just finished dinner when Sam got up and opened the cellar door.

 

‘Get down those fucking stairs you pathetic piece of shit.’

 

I was a little taken back; I could sense that Sam would not hold back tonight. For him our play had become more than pleasure, it was also his way of letting off steam. As I began down the stairs I found it hard to navigate the steep steps in my heels. Sam grabbed my hair and began to drag me down the remaining few stairs.

 

‘Hurry the fuck up you stupid slut! Take off those ridiculous boots and present your self to me!’

 

I undid the boots as quickly as I could and assumed the presentation position. Sam roughly pushed a finger into my arse and began to cruelly finger fuck me until my arse hole began to burn.

 

‘Stand up bitch.’

 

I stood. Sam approached me with a ring gag and quickly secured it in place. He then began to use long pieces of thin rope to tightly bind around my breasts. When he had finished my breasts looked purple and blue. They felt as though they were going to burst.

 

‘Lie face down on the floor.’

 

I tried to, but the weight on my tightly bound breasts was excruciating. Sam pulled my arms behind my back and tied them at the wrist and elbow; I was still trying to keep the weight off my breasts.

 

‘Oh I see, need some help keeping the weight of those breasts of yours. That’s alright my love I am happy to help.’

 

I couldn’t read him. I started to panic. What was Sam doing? He didn’t seem like himself. Sam picked me up and lay me face down on a large wooden block on the cellar floor making sure my breasts hung over the edge. He then tied thin rope around the big toe on my left foot and tied it to a post that was in front of me. He repeated this with the right. My legs were now bent at the knees and my feet were being pulled high in the air in the direction of my head. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my arsehole as Sam pushed a cold long piece of metal into my ass. The metal curved around my arse crack and could be described as a hook. Sam tied rope to the end of this hook and pulled it high around one of the beams above me. My arse being stretched, my legs beginning to cramp I lay there.

 

‘Love to come don’t you slut. Well you can tonight, all fucking night!’

 

Sam forced a large dildo into my sex, attached it to the piston machine and watched as it mercilessly fucked me.

 

‘No, we need more I think.’

 

Sam placed a ball vibrator against my clit and secured it into a stand. He attached clips to my nipples and added as many weights as he could without the clips being pulled off. He turned the vibrator on and stood back to admire his handy work. I was beginning to come.

 

‘That’s fine my little slut, you can come and come and come.’

Sam began to smile; he took his cock and started to fuck my mouth hard. I was coming, the machine didn’t stop, my feelings so intense. Sam came down my throat, I swallowed every last drop and then begged him to turn the machines off.

 

‘PEEEEESSSS, SAAA,  PEEEEEEESSSS’

 

‘No, goodnight.’

 

With that Sam went back upstairs. I was coming again, my sex throbbing. My arse hole felt as though it were going to tare at any moment. My nipples were numb as were my breasts. The orgasms kept coming but I was becoming more distant. Then it stopped. Where was I? I had gone. I was without my body and somewhere else.

 

‘Eve! Eve! I only left you for a minute. Eve! PLEASE WAKE UP!’

 

I was upstairs in the bedroom lying down. Suddenly I felt sick, I threw up over the side of the bed.

 

‘Oh Eve, darling, what have I done?’

 

‘Sam, I don’t feel too good, could you…’

 

I was lost again. I felt ill, not abused or battered or any of the things I thought Sam was blaming himself for, I just felt ill. The next day I was woken to breakfast in bed.

 

‘Morning my love.’ Sam said whilst pouring some orange juice. ‘How are you feeling?’

 

I reassured Sam that I was fine, and as hard as last night had been physically, I didn’t think his play was the cause. I just felt a little bit run down. With that Sam jumped up and demanded that I stay in bed so that he could look after me. After an hour I became bored, got up, got dressed and went down stairs. Sam was working in the office so I decided to grab some snacks from the fridge and finish off my book.

A few hours later I was in the living room reading a book when Sam barged in. He was holding one of my heeled shoes.

 

‘What the fuck have I told you about leaving these on the stairs? I almost broke my neck. Stand up.’

 

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play, but then thought that it might make me feel better so I did.

 

‘Turn around and put your hands flat on the seat of the chair.’ WHACK!

 

Sam had chosen to spank me with the sole of the offending shoe. He came around me and grabbed my throat.

 

‘You stupid bitch, I can see I am going to have to impress on you the importance of a tidy house.’

 

With that Sam threw me to the floor. In that moment two things happened. Firstly I felt angry, Sam had never thrown me around like that before. Secondly, Sam knew it. I got up and stared at him with a fire I had never felt before. He could not maintain eye contact with me.

 

‘Eve..I..’

 

The words that came out of my mouth next changed our lives forever. I glared at Sam and spoke.

 

‘Get on your fucking knees.’

 

Slowly Sam began to lower himself to the floor.

 

We stared at each other for a second. Neither of us had experienced this before and neither of us knew where it might lead.

 

‘You piece of shit, if the mess bothers you than you can clean it up, understand?’

 

Sam just looked at the floor. I walked over to where he was kneeling.

‘Take off your belt.’

 

Sam quickly removed his belt and presented it to me avoiding my gaze. I placed his hands behind his back and fed the belt under his arms. I quickly secured the belt tightly above his elbows. I asked him again.

 

‘Understand?’

Quietly Sam replied ‘yes’.

 

‘Yes what?’ I was standing over him now, I grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled his head right back to face me. Slowly he answered.

 

‘Yes mistress.’

 

I could see his cock, harder than I had ever seen it before pushing against his clothing.  I moved towards the kitchen.

 

‘Follow me.’

 

Sam quickly followed me down the steep cellar stairs. He looked ashamed and pitiful which only gave me more strength. I removed the belt and stared at him.

 

‘Take off your clothes.’

 

Slowly Sam began to undo his jeans, was he trying to piss me off?

 

‘Take off your fucking clothes!’ Quickly Sam began to remove all items of clothing until he stood there naked in front of me.

 

‘Assume the position.’

 

Sam’s face looked horrified.

 

‘Please Eve..no..I’m sorry.’ SWISH

I bought the whip around and caught Sam on his back. Slowly reluctant and shamefully Sam began to lower himself to the cellar floor.

 

‘Please Eve I’m sorry.’

 

My patience was beginning to wear run out.

 

‘Try again dear.’

 

Sam looked at me, and then looked away. I knew that feeling. He was confused by our new game but I could sense that he felt aroused in the same way as I did.

 

‘Please mistress forgive my ignorance, you must punish me as you wish.’

 

And there it was. I couldn’t believe it. Sam submitted himself to me. I walked over to Sam who was presenting himself to me. I began to rub my finger around his arsehole.

 

‘Has anyone ever touched this before?’

 

‘No mistress.’

 

‘Does it worry you that I might?’

 

‘Yes mistress….but if it pleases you mistress.’

 

I walked over to the cupboard and picked up a bottle of lube. I began rubbing it around Sam’s arsehole. I began to insert my finger when Sam clearly not expecting such a sensation moved out of position.

 

‘Don’t worry slave I can help you maintain your position for me. I understand how new this must all be to you.’

 

Sam blushed. I was thinking of all the times Sam had said those words to me and now, now I used them. Sam must have been thinking the same, but clearly not in the same way I was.

 

‘Stand up.’

 

Sam quickly stood. I led him over to a large barrel and began to tie him over it. I lay him face down, secured his arms above his head and his legs apart either side of the barrel. Finally I tied a thin piece of rope around his balls and secured the end to a ring in the floor. Sam was unable to move. I began to finger Sam. Slowly at first, his cries and whimpers quickly became moans. His cock was rock hard and so I began to finger him deeper, two fingers, then three, still he was moaning. I stopped. Sam looked around.

 

‘Don’t look at me, face the front.’

 

I could feel the shame emanating from Sam’s face. I moved the piston machine next to the barrel and began to lube up its huge cock. Slowly and carefully I inserted the cock in Sam’s ass.

 

‘PLLEEAAASSSEEE MISTRESS!!!’

 

I walked around to face Sam.

 

‘Would you like me to stop darling?’

 

‘Yes mistress.’

 

‘And what about my pleasure sweetheart?’

 

Sam looked up and saw a part of his dominant self in my eyes; I too could see part of my submissive self within his. Sam looked away.

 

‘If it pleases you mistress then I am pleasing you. I only want to please you mistress.’

I picked up a ball gag from the table.

 

‘That’s better darling, now open.’

 

Sam opened his mouth and I forced the ball gag inside, I fastened it tightly and went back to the piston machine. As I forced the huge cock deep into Sam’s arse he began to whimper. I left it there for a second and began to lick his bound balls. Immediately Sam began to moan. I took each of them in my mouth and sucked them until Sam was moaning loudly. At that point I turned the piston machine on at a low setting. Sam was moaning louder and louder. I reached under him and grasped his cock. Masturbating him slowly Sam began to beg.

 

‘PLEEESe MAA AA COMM’

 

I turned the machine up to medium.

 

‘Count back from 30 to 0, at 0 you may come.’

 

I continued to massage Sam, but slower than before. I could feel him trying to gyrate against my hand. 10, I turned the machine up full, Sam’s moans were loud and deep. 0 Sam came, I turned off the machine. I untied his bonds and lay him on the table. I secured his arms and feet to the legs so he was facing up and spread eagled in front of me. I removed the gag from his mouth.

 

‘Did you enjoy that slave?’

 

‘Yes mistress.’

 

‘Good. Now I need a fuck.’

 

Sam looked horrified.

 

‘I’m sorry mistress…I cant..so soon after..’

 

I placed my hand over Sam’s mouth.

 

‘Stupid boy, I don’t want that!’ I slapped his cock hard with my hand.

 

‘I want a decent size cock inside me, a cock that will remain hard until I decide. You will assist me.’

 

Sam looked hurt and I didn’t care. I needed to fuck, it was simple. I picked up a large dildo from the cupboard.

 

‘Open.’

 

Sam opened his mouth. I inserted part of the cock into his mouth and took off my dress. I stepped out of my knickers and climbed up onto the table.

 

‘You are to remain still slave while I fuck your face.’

 

I climbed onto the cock and began to fuck it. I was aware of Sam underneath. Sam being dominated by me bought with it a new set of thoughts and feelings. As I pondered our new game, I fucked the cock harder. I was beginning to come.

 

‘AAAGGGGHHH’

 

I removed the cock from Sam’s mouth and climbed back onto the table.

 

‘Gently lick me, and don’t stop until I tell you.’

 

Sam began to lick, he was both gentle and probing and I could see his cock beginning to harden again. I climbed off the table.

 

‘Would you like to fuck me?’

 

‘Yes mistress, but only if it pleases you.’

 

I untied Sam’s bonds, held him and kissed him. Our first game of this type was over. We both wanted to fuck each other, but not in the cellar. We crossed the line on floor back up towards the kitchen.

 

‘You were right you know darling, that night in the club.’

‘What night Eve?’

‘The night we met.’

‘What did I say Eve?’

‘You were asking me which I was, Dom, sub or switch.’

‘Ah yes I remember, you didn’t know did you sweetheart, what do you think now?’ Sam looked intently into my eyes and I into his.

 

‘Well Sam, I think I am at least one of those things.’

Sam smiled. ‘Me too darling.’