Arthur gently lifted the chain that should have hung between her breasts but had slid down the arch toward her throat now and was pooled in the notch at the base of her neck. He lifted it gently off her jugular and brought it to her lips. She obediently opened her mouth and regretted gently biting down on it. It tasted like metal, and she reflexively spat it back out.
"Oh ho. So we finally found something you don't like in your mouth." Arthur smirked. "I'll have to remember that when it comes time to plan your punishments."
Selene didn't answer, but Arthur didn't make her take the chain back in her mouth again, so he must not have been displeased with her.
"You may lie back on the table now." Arthur instructed.
Selene obeyed and felt something under her butt now, a thin fabric between her and the wood. She recognized the feel but couldn't see that it was the white dress she was supposed to wear the next day. A dress that already would have lit up under a UV light from the earlier play.
"Open your mouth." Arthur instructed.
Selene grimaced, expecting the chain again and unsure what she'd done to deserve a punishment, but she obeyed. She was rewarded, not with metal, but with soft rubber. The ring-gag she'd seen before kept her mouth open, and she imagined that Arthur could fit through the ring well enough even if she wasn't sure. She found it difficult to swallow the drool that started to pool up in her mouth, but she managed. It was a little like being at the dentist once she thought about it.
"Slut. You, still with me?" Arthur's voice cut through her distracted thoughts as she felt the riding crap press against the inside of her open thigh.
She tried to say yes, sir, but the ring gag kept her mouth from forming the words, so all that came out was something akin to "eh ir."
"Good." Arthur walked around her a little. Tied to the coffee table like she was, she could still move her head to follow him, but he shook his head at her disapprovingly when she lifted it. He set the riding crop down and pulled out another piece of rope. She kept her long blonde hair in a single braid, and he tied off the rope at the base of the braid and then tied the other end tightly to that same chord between her wrists. She couldn't lift her head now.
"Better." Arthur admired his handy work. "Maybe I'll get you used to plugs one day, and I can tie off that braid of yours to an anal hook. What do you think?"
Selene tried to rub her thighs together, but the coffee table kept them apart. "I will start prepping." She assured him.
She felt the crop press against the inside of her thigh again. Arthur's eyes followed it as he moved it over her flesh to her hip, across the lines of her hip to her stomach, and up her stomach to the underside of her breast. He fluttered the flat part of the crop there against the underside of her breast a few times. He started on the right and then worked his way to the left, striking with rapid, fluttering, ultimately stinging movements from the flap of leather at the end of the crop. It took a second for the sting to work its way in, but when it hit, Selene let out a low and long moan. It was interrupted slightly by a squeak as he struck the sensitive flesh harder than before, just once.
Arthur switched from the fluttering swats to a gentle press, rubbing and soothing her with the same crop he'd used to redden the sensitive skin. He moved to the top of her breasts and repeated the motions. He came dangerously close to striking the clamped nipples, but every time she thought the next flutter would hit the clamp, he moved it away. After not one but two cycles of this, he finally reached down and rubbed her breast with his hand, taking it up in one handful and squeezing the clamped nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Selene arched her back involuntarily and moaned through the open ring gag.
Arthur unclamped the nipple clamp, and she felt the blood that was already rushing to her breasts pour into it. The sensation of warmth, relief, pain and tingling intermingled together as he stroked her clit with his other hand dipped between her legs. She wanted to scream in pleasure but was afraid that if she did, he would stop what he was doing with his hands and use one of them to silence her. So instead, she shook and writhed as far as the restraints would allow.
"If you break my coffee table, I'm going to deny you orgasms for a week or make you think of some way that you can work off your debt to me." Arthur's teasing was inspirational to Selene's thoughtful mind, and she groaned through the open hole in the gag. She imagined him assigning some kind of dollar amount to the table's value and making her work for him in a variety of domestic services until it was paid off at some criminally low dollar per hour rate. She would have suggested it had it not been for the ring gag.
He went back to swatting and rubbing her breasts for a minute, and then he repeated the unclamping with the other breast. This time, his other hand didn't dip between her legs. He was standing at the head of the table, leaning over her, and when she arched up, he took the opportunity to bring his dick directly to the open ring gag and press its tip through.
She was surprised at first, but as soon as she tasted him, she started trying to swirl her tongue eagerly over it, which resulted in her lapping the tip of his cock in the most pleasurable way. He closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sensation. He nearly lost himself in it mentally before he remembered what he was in the middle of doing and got himself back on track. He bent over her, pressing her back to the hard table, placed his hands on either side of her hips, and then brought his lips to her clit.
He teased her, and as he did, he slowly but surely pressed more of his length into her mouth. Then he slowly eased it back out again. He fucked her mouth while playing with her clit, not working her directly toward orgasm but lazily stimulating her as though he were idly fondling her clit with his tongue because he had nothing better to do.
She bucked her hips in a futile attempt to press against his mouth and bring more pressure down on her clit, but he kept himself aloft and kept the pressure light but constant. She mewled through the ring gag and the dick in her mouth in pitiful noises of desire. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was edging her again, punishing her for something, but he'd made it sound like this were her reward for the excellent massage and bath she'd given him earlier.
Finally, after several long minutes of playing, his arms must have grown tired. He pushed himself upright and pulled it out of her mouth. Her tongue chased after him, and her hips lifted as she tried to keep pleasing him, but she could do nothing but follow him with her eyes as he moved around to the foot of the table. She felt his fingers press against her folds, and then he inserted something into her. It wasn't his cock, like she'd hoped, but her rabbit vibrator.
He slid it in and nestled its prongs gently against her clit. He let it sit there for a moment, then another, and then finally, he turned it on. Selene's response was immediate. Her legs tried to close, but the table was in the way, so she could only grip it with her calves. The ropes kept her from curling up as they held her head and wrists behind her head against the tabletop. Arthur stood at her side for a moment and didn't do anything. He watched, and he felt the smile on his face grow with every passing second of her desperate pleasure.
Selene silently convulsed and bucked as the vibrator filled her and pressed against her clit. The buzz started low and grew stronger with every passing second, and she was already so worked up that she could feel the end approaching.
"--eahth- -ir -ay -I -uh-" Selene tried to cry out through the gag.
"What was that?" Arthur asked as he stepped closer to the coffee table and squatted down. He ran his hand over Selene's forehead and gripped the hair on the top of her head. Then he slowly brought his lips to her ear and asked in a relaxed baritone: "What are you trying to say slut?"
"--eahth- -ir -ay -I -uh-" She repeated, faster this time.
"You want to cum?" Arthur asked.
Selene tried to nod, but the rope at the base of her braid kept her head from nodding. She groaned in frustration.
"You want me to stop the vibrator?"
Selene managed to shake her head no viciously.
"Don't worry slut. You may cum. I want you to cum. But I want you to beg me for it as you do. I want you to beg as though I might change my mind at any moment. Do you understand?"
"-eh- -ir."
Arthur smirked slightly and reached under her head. He undid the ring gag and pulled it from her mouth so that she could speak. She moved her jaw around slightly and took a deep breath. He stood at the head of the coffee table and started to stroke himself over her. She was looking directly up at the base of his shaft as she began to beg.
"Please, Master, let your slut cum. I've been a good slut for you. Your pet. Your slave. And I always will be. You can do anything to me, Master. You can play with me as you want to. I want you to play with me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck my throat, fuck my pussy, or fuck my ass. I just want you to use me for your pleasure. I want you to cum on me as I cum." Selene had obviously guessed what Arthur hoped to achieve as his stroking increased its pace.
"Please, Master, let me cum. I'll be a good slut for you. I'll be such a good slut. We can play any fantasy you want together. You can beat me. Rape me. Lock me up. You can punish your slut. You can bend me however you want and tie me there. You can tie me to the wall and leave me there all day. Just let me cum. Please, Master, let me cum." Her voice held desperation in it so tightly Arthur thought she burst.
Arthur could feel himself getting closer. His leg muscles tightened with the small of his back, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment before looking down to see the squirming, bucking, tied-in-place Selene desperately moaning to keep up with the vibrator that hummed between her legs.
"I want you to fuck Kelly! I want to watch you fuck her!" Selene brought back to mind an earlier fantasy as she twisted desperately against the ropes.
"I want you to fuck anyone and everyone you want! I'll help! I'll help however I can!" Selene panted. The offer had a noticeable effect on Arthur, who grit his teeth and let out a harsh exhale through his nose. He was determined to stroke himself to completion but held back until Selene finally came.
It was like the two of them were racing to the finish, but each determined to let the other cross the finish line first. Selene seemed to have the apparent advantage in this game, playing to whatever fantasy she could describe between heavy breaths.
"Do you want my sister?" Selene gasped. "I want to hold her down while you fuck the shit out of her, Master!" The passion (anger?) in Selene's voice made him believe it. "I want you to teach her how good it feels to be your slut! I want to teach her how to please you and force your cock down her throat! I want to watch you spank that stuck-up bratty little princess until her ass is redder than mine!"
"Please, Master, let me cum! Please! Fuck Kelly! Fuck Kat! Just let me cu--aaaaah!" Selene's body strained against the ropes in every direction. Her words became unintelligible jargon as she came, and Arthur was worried that she might break the table for a moment. Then she went still.
Her eyes were soft and unfocused as she stared up at him, a dopey smile on her face as he reached over to turn off the vibrator and remove it from between her legs. He rested it on the dress beneath her, and she reached up as he leaned over her and took his cock in her mouth. She couldn't bob her head very much, but it didn't take long for him to lower his hips.
He fucked her mouth and throat as best he could at that angle, and she hummed happily around his cock as though it were her favorite treat. He closed his eyes and exhaled but didn't hold himself back. She was soon rewarded with her favorite treat and eagerly swallowed it down. When he stood back up, she had the widest and brightest smile he'd ever seen on her face, and he smiled back out of sheer reflex.
"Thank you, Master." Selene said dreamily as she rested her eyes.
"Thank you, slut. You were obedient and... creative." He smirked slightly as he shook his head and then cracked his neck.
"Creative?" Selene asked.
"In your begging." Arthur explained. "You brought up Kelly again and... your sister."
"Oh, that. I thought you might like that." Selene winked. "I know she's more your type than I am. Physically, I mean."
Arthur stared at her for a second, then two seconds, and then a few more. A few times in his life, he'd decided that women made no logical sense to him. This was one of those times. He tried to be an empathetic human being and always put himself in the other person's shoes, or ropes, in this case. Yet, here was something he simply couldn't wrap his head around.
"What-"
"It's okay, Master." Selene interrupted. "I just mean her boobs and hips and butt are bigger than mine. Curvier. I'm not upset or worried that you don't like me. I... I think we both know just how much you like me." She smirked. "But we've talked about this kind of thing before, as friends, remember? I know what you like about women. What you're most attracted to."
Arthur didn't say anything, at least not for a moment. He took a deep breath and then looked at her again. She was still tied to his coffee table in that same lounging position. She had to know how attracted he was to her, physically. She could see her naked body's effect on him, couldn't she?
"Don't worry. I'm not self-conscious about it. I'm not putting myself down or anything. It's okay. I know I'm still your slut. Your slave. Your fuck toy. If you fantasize about someone else or fuck someone else, that doesn't change that - right?" Selene asked.
Arthur paused for a moment and sat down on the couch. He looked at her, then back at the ceiling, then back at her.
"Right?" An edge of worry hit her voice, and Arthur knew he had to respond now.
"It doesn't change that." Arthur assured her. "I'm sorry, I'm just... it's a lot, all at once. And I don't know how things are going to go with Kelly on Friday, but if I know going into it that you and I want to keep this going, I think that'll help if or when Kelly and I have the conversation about exclusivity, or whether we still want to get together. I can still cancel the date-"
"No. I want you to go. Remember?" Selene asked.
"Yes. I know. I'm just worried about-"
"Don't worry, Master." Selene interrupted him. "I don't want you to worry. I want you to be happy and to have what you want. Who you want. I wasn't kidding about that or about the stuff with Kelly."
"And what was that stuff about your sister?" Arthur asked.
"I dunno." Selene did her best to shrug.
"Selene..." Arthur's voice warned.
"I guess it was partly me playing to what I assumed you might fantasize about." Selene explained. "I've had multiple ex-boyfriends tell me they'd be into a threesome with Kat and me. Kat's had at least one boyfriend mention it to her too."
"Have you ever-?" Arthur felt he had to at least ask.
"No. The thought of doing something to her, I mean like, kissing her on the mouth or doing anything sexual is gross." Selene answered. "But... I have watched her and her ex a few times. She doesn't know about that, though, so I'd appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut. Besides, I think she's watched me and at least one ex before. I... made it kind of easy for her."
"And the other part?" Arthur asked.
"The other part was a fantasy of mine. I'd love for that bitch to learn how good this feels and get what she deserves for being a prude at the same time." Selene answered. "Just thinking about her bent over your knee. You spanking her as I hold her hands down in front of her..." Selene licked her lips. "It's hot."
Arthur raised his brows for a second, but he didn't feel like denying it either. The thought had undoubtedly started his blood flowing, even if he wasn't responding directly at the moment.
"What other fantasies do you have in that twisted mind of yours?" Arthur asked as he rested back on the sofa and put his feet on Selene's flat stomach.
"The usual, I suppose." Selene smirked.
"So far, I think we've discovered a love for humiliation or at least degradation. You seem to like the idea of a threesome. You might have some experience being an exhibitionist, but you're not sure. You certainly like the idea of being a voyeur... Are you bi?" Arthur asked suddenly.
"I don't know." Selene answered honestly. "Maybe?" She tried to shrug again, but her shoulders didn't move much. "I mean, the idea of kissing a girl isn't repugnant, but I've never been turned on by just a girl. Y'know? The idea of you getting turned on watching me kiss a girl or go down on one... that's a turn on."
"I see." Arthur said though he wasn't sure if he did. He was still wrapping his mind around the cute and punk-ish Selene being a BDSM slut, and now it was like every time they broached a new topic, some new love for sex came to the surface with some new desire. This one was still thinly veiled behind the curtain of fantasy, but was it a fantasy? Or was it something she would one day expect him to fulfill for her? There were so many choices of things to try that it almost seemed impossible to decide where to start.
"Are you going to untie me?" Selene asked, looking over at him as best she could though she couldn't move her head down to look directly at him.
"Hm?" Arthur asked, looking over to her as she pulled him from his thoughts. "Oh. No." He smirked. "I thought I might leave you like that for a little while. Just until I review that chapter for tomorrow's quiz again. Then when we have our batteries recharged, I thought I might tie you up and carry you into the bedroom for some final play and one last good-night fuck."
Selene smiled. "That sounds nice. Can I sleep in your bed with you, or do you want me to sleep on the floor, Master?"
"I'm not sure yet." Arthur answered. "I might make a slave bed for you at the foot of my bed. I don't want to spoil you on our first intended sleepover."
"Either option sounds wonderful, Master." Selene answered. "May I wake you with a blowjob in the morning, and may I cook breakfast for you like I did this morning?"
"Yes." Arthur laughed. "I could get used to that kind of breakfast. Especially if you blow me under the table the way, you did before."
"Of course, Master. This slut wants to learn everything her Master likes and do it for him without being told."
Arthur closed his eyes. "You sure you don't want to take the collar off, sit with me on the couch, and finish Lord of the Rings?"
"No, Master. The only ring I want is that ring gag if you want to use it." Selene sighed.
"I think the ball gag will be more conducive to a quiet, studious environment. Don't you?" Arthur teased her.
"Your choice, Master. You can put whatever you want between your slave's lips." Selene closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
"Shall I test that statement?" Arthur asked, but Selene didn't respond. He looked around for a moment and strode away. When he came back, her mouth was still open and waiting. He took the shiny blue thong in his hand and rubbed it between her soaked thighs, then over her pussy lips. Then he pressed it into her mouth and looked her in the eyes when she opened them.
"Can you taste yourself, slut?" Arthur asked. She didn't nod or answer vocally, but from the hazy, lust-filled look in her eyes, Arthur could tell he'd given her exactly what she'd hoped for. He enjoyed that she was so eager to please and easy to please in exchange. He smiled, shook his head, and stood up straight before taking another deep breath.