Domination in Pink (5 page)

She
had a male sub face first on the St. Andrews Cross. Gripping his hair; she
pulled his head back and kissed him with aggressive passion and then took his
bottom lip between her teeth and pulled slightly. Damian almost came in his
pants when she released the subs lip and ran her tongue up the side of his jaw.

Damian
knew she was playing this game for him and he also knew he was putty in her
hands and would be fucking his wife tonight. Standing back, he enjoyed the
scene. Lydia took a metal anal ball cock ring from a tray, and placed her hand
to the front of her lucky sub and put the ring around his balls. She then
inserted the ball into his ass while he squirmed; the lucky bastard. A sharp
slap landed on his ass cheeks and he stopped moving.

She
grabbed her torture device of choice and unfurled the leather whip. Her
shoulders rotated and she let the whip release with a resounding snap though it
landed nowhere near her anxious sub.

Then
she started in earnest. Red stripes appeared across his back, ass, and upper
thighs. She never broke the skin but his body twisted and his loud moans filled
the club.

Her
precision was impeccable and Damian realized she was probably practicing daily
during her forays to the gym. The club was quiet at that time of the day and he
would bet she was using one of the private rooms. His wife had mad skills with
a whip and his cock was ready to blow.

Lydia
took her time and gave full concentration to her sub. The show finally stopped
as suddenly as it began and Lydia removed the anal plug and then unfastened her
sub from his bindings. The sub was not blessed with an orgasm and Damian’s cock
swelled further.

It
occurred to Damian that Raul, who usually helped with her scenes, was
babysitting and unavailable. He owed Raul another favor.

Taking
her sub’s hand, she led him to the side couch, passing Damian while giving him a
wink. She would pay for that. Damian stood to the side of the large planter,
and watched every second his wife soothed and spoke to her sub. She ran oil
over his body and talked to him about his daily life. They loved her; men and
women both. She always made them feel special even when her husband stood a few
feet away.

Damian
waited patiently though his erection refused to subside.

Finally
she wiped her hands on a towel and helped the sub to his feet. She kissed him
on his cheek. “If you like, you may schedule with me next week Caleb. Just see
the front office again and they will set you up.”

“Yes
Mistress Lydia, I will.”

“Enjoy
yourself the rest of the evening.”

“Thank
you Mistress.” He walked away with a look of absolute worship on his face.

Lydia
organized and cleaned her area without looking at Damian. He waited.

When
she finally turned he was a foot away. His arms went to her back and pulled her
hard against his chest. “Put those four inch heels around my back. We are going
to our own private playroom but I’m carrying you out of here.”

“Yes
Master.” Desire oozed from her voice and her pupils became noticeably larger.

Her
legs locked around him and his strides ate up the floor heading to his office.
None of his employees was dumb enough to stop him and he went straight to his
private elevator.

“Who
has Abigail?”

“Our
new nanny.”

“Really,
do I have any say over this?” He kept his voice even, trying not to show his
irritation.

“Her
name is Raul and she finally turned in her application today. She has every
qualification we want. She’s giving notice at her current job tomorrow.”

“Why
didn’t he apply months ago?”

“He
didn’t think we would want a gay man helping to raise our daughter.”

“That’s
the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. He’s perfect and quite frankly more natural
at it than her own father.”

“Don’t
worry, mommy has better uses for daddy, and he’ll be really good at what she
has planned.”

“Mommy’s
had enough planning for a while. Her Dom is making his demands for the next
year or so and she’ll need to wait.”

“Emmm,
that sounds like kinky fun.”

He
didn’t reply just carried her inside the penthouse and made his way to their
private dungeon.

“I
can feel my milk coming in and it might be a better idea if I pumped first.”

“Thank
you for the information but I’ll take care of everything and fair warning I’m
in the mood to gag you tonight if your requests get out of hand. Seeing you run
your hands over that sub’s body is more than I can stand after leaving you
alone for six weeks.”

“I
told you two weeks ago that I could play.”

He
leaned back and glared at her. She pressed her lips together and didn’t say
another word. Smart little sub.

Chapter Ten

He
sat her on a high bench and then went to his knees, unzipped her boots, removed
them, and then massaged the instep of each foot. The small sounds she made were
nothing compared to the ones she would be singing later. He pulled her hands
forward and stood her in front of him. His fingers went to her hips and he
slowly drew the skirt down her legs and let it fall to the floor displaying her
bare ass. Standing, he turned her and unclipped the bra, sliding the straps
over her arms and down. The black material also pooled on the floor. Taking her
hand he led her to the cross and secured her facing him. He then placed a black
cloth over her eyes shutting out his movements.

He
next turned on soft sultry music, and then walked out of the room. He knew it
would drive her crazy and he needed several items from their bedroom. Abigail
wasn’t in her basinet so he peeked into the nursery on his way back to the
dungeon. There was a private bedroom off the nursery and he could see Paul’s
legs on top of the covers. Samson sat by the rocking chair where Raul was
gently moving back and forth with Abby in his arms.

“She
had a bottle of breast milk and I’ll put her down in a minute.” Raul whispered.

“Thank
you. You know, you and I will need to talk about your delay in taking up the
manny job but I’m glad you finally tapped into that brain in your head.”
Damian’s voice was just as soft.

“Yes
Sir.” Raul smiled.

“Right
now there’s a very dirty job I must attend to in the dungeon and this could
take a while.”

“You
have all night.”

“Then
get some sleep because you might have baby duty in the morning.” Damian’s grin
was wicked.

Entering
the dungeon he made noise so Lydia knew he was back in the room but he didn’t
say a word. He knew she was fighting to keep her mouth shut and keep a ball gag
out of it. The thought made him smile.

Approaching
his wife, he admired her engorged breasts. He knew they were becoming painful
and he used one finger to slowly trace the blue vein just under the skin of one
hard globe.

“Ahhh,
they hurt.”

“I
know and I plan to make them hurt more.”

His
lips went to her nipple and he sucked gently, drinking the sweet milk she
produced. When it flowed freely he placed the breast pump on her nipple and
suctioned the white liquid into the bottle. His eyes went to her other breast
which was dripping milk.

Only
a few years ago he would not have understood his fascination with her breast
milk and the eroticism of nursing his wife. Now, he hoped she continued to
breastfeed for many more months.

He
finished with the first breast and put his lips to her other one.

Her
body squirmed and her sighs were sweet desire to his ears. He finished filling
the bottle and bringing the pump with him, he left the dungeon and went to the
kitchen. He twisted a top to the bottle along with a dated label and placed it
in the freezer. He then took his time rinsing the pump and setting it on the
bottle drying mat.

He
knew Lydia probably wanted to kill him by now but this was one of her
punishments for making him watch her with a sub after weeks of celibacy. Just
thinking about it had his cock raging again and he returned to his naughty
wife.

“I’m
surprised you’ve managed to stay quiet.” He said when he entered the dungeon.

“Will
it do me any good to scream?” Her voice was sulky.

“No,
but I enjoy having your mouth covered by a gag or filled with my cock. Both
bring me intense joy.”

“I’m
being good Master.”

“Yes
you are, if I can forget the play scene you performed earlier tonight.”

“I
wanted you worked up and your cock hard.”

“You
got your wish and now I get more of mine.”

He
walked away and pretended he didn’t hear her sigh of displeasure when he didn’t
touch her.

Approaching
her quietly he whispered in her ear, “These are tweezer clamps and shouldn’t be
too uncomfortable or cause problems with your milk production.” His instructional
reading told him he had to go lightly on her breasts or he might cause her milk
production to slow.

“Master
has done his homework.” Her words ended on a low moan when he attached the
clamps.

Without
touching her anywhere else, he walked away and then came back with one of his
favorite toys. It was a vibrating butt plug and occasionally he could make her
pussy milk when he used it. He lubed the plug and his fingers. Her pussy was
displayed nicely and he put his hand between the cross and her ass cheeks to
tip her further out so he could place his finger at the entrance of her anus
and slide it slowly in. Her hips jerked.

“It’s
probably uncomfortable because you’ve had no action back here for a while.”

“It’s
hurts because my Master isn’t playing anywhere else.”

“Emm,
I’ll take that under advisement.”

He
slipped another finger inside and watched her wiggle as her body became
accustomed to the stretching. When he knew she was ready he replaced his
fingers with the plug which was bigger than she liked.

“Ahh,
you bastard.”

“Shhh,
you’re one word away from the gag.”

Her
teeth clamped shut like he knew they would. He walked away and washed his hands
before picking up his next toy and approaching her.

“These
clamps have a little more bite but I want your pussy open for the flogger.”

He
clamped her labia lips and then used two soft strips of cloth with Velcro on
her upper thighs. They attached to the clamps and spread her red swollen pussy fully
for his admiration.

He
planned to make her beg for release. He picked up one of the soft floggers. It
could produce a bit of sting but only if she misbehaved.

The
sounds she made when she was excited turned him on and he was fighting his need
to fuck her into next week. His plan was to take things slowly so he turned up
the music.

The
first strike hit her on her belly and she squealed.

“Does
my sweet little sub like that?”

“Yes.”
Her breath left her when he struck the side of her hip.

The
displayed folds of her pussy were waiting for him but they would continue to
wait. He switched between her stomach, hips, and thighs though occasionally he
would softly strike her breasts knowing the nipple clamps added to the
sensation.

It
took her fifteen minutes to start begging.

“Please,
oh god, please I need to come.”

It
was exactly what he was waiting for and he hit the switch that caused the butt
plug to vibrate.

Her
hips pumped forward, “Arghhh, please, ahh.”

He
placed two well-aimed lashes to her dripping pussy and then switched off the
vibrator.

“Fuck
you, I’m punished already please just fuck me. I’ll suck you off if you want
but please FUCK me!”

He
didn’t say a word just turned the anal plug back on.

This
time he stood back and observed. When she got close he turned it off and let
her settle. Going to his knees he ran his tongue between the pussy clips from
back to front. He received the desired scream and did it again. Moving away he
hit the power on the plug again.

Her
hips were grinding back and forth but he stopped the vibrations and released
her legs and then her arms from the cross.

“I’m
carrying you to the spanking bench and I don’t want you wiggling.” Her heavy
breathing was his only answer.

He
arranged her on the bench with her legs spread and the clamps pulling on her drenched
pussy.

“I’m
doing the counting because I have every transgression you’ve committed over the
past few months stored in my brain. I’ll know when I’m done.”

“Are
you going to fuck me when you’re finished with my punishment?” Her voice was
trembling.

“I’m
thinking about it.”

“You
had better think hard.”