My Body-His (12 page)

“
Ouch!” I screamed.

“
Not another word, young lady, or I’m adding
more to your punishment. So let’s start, shall we?”

I shook my head frantically no as best I could from
my position. He ignored me. I didn’t know what he had chosen to use
but now knew the whip to be an unfriendly sort. I tried to look
over my shoulder to see it, but that proved impossible.

“
You want to see it, do you?” he
asked.

Call me a slow learner, but I said, “Yes.”

“
Ohhhhhh!” I screamed as he wacked me much
harder. I wanted to yell “motherfucker” but thought it best to shut
up.

He leaned close to the side of my face and whispered
through his hot breath, “You sure must like this, Jane, because you
keep adding on, and we haven’t even begun. Here is your new
friend,” he said as he put an odd-looking whip in front of my face.
It had a long wooden handle. My new friend, a paddle, not a whip,
scared me. It reminded me of a very large paint stirrer—a foot and
a half long and stained dark brown. The hole in the bottom of the
handle I assumed made for easy hanging.

My body, my new enemy of betrayal, responded. I could
feel moisture collecting and falling on the wooden base below me. I
felt so exposed, so stretched, so embarrassed by my arousal.

“
Okay, Jane, we’re starting now. No talking,
but feel free to scream to your heart’s content.”

That scared me. Really scared me. “Wait, wait,” I
said. “I don’t think I can stand twenty-two more hits from
that.”

“
Twenty-four and you have two choices,” he
said. He roughly grabbed my hair in his fist, jerked my head back
and talked right into my face. “Say the words and get the fuck out
of my life or shut the fuck up. Which is it going to
be?”

Frightened beyond belief, but also crazy in love, I
knew I didn’t want it to be over.

“
I choose to shut the fuck up,” I said, tears
streaming from my eyes.

“
Good,” Luke said.

The discipline turned into a beating. Luke slowed
down his approach, making me lose all sense of time. I learned a
valuable lesson that night. Do not piss off the one giving the
punishment just before he starts. His hits on my thighs hurt far
worse than on my buttocks. Certainty stole over me that it would
take days before I would be able to sit down again. It was a relief
to realize I wouldn’t have to call in sick again, given that
tomorrow was Saturday. I knew I couldn’t come up with a good enough
story to explain having to stand the entire day.

Before half the punishment was complete, I wailed
like a new-born baby. But by the time there were only five strikes
left, a calmness overtook me. The pain subsided and a raw, burning
desire to be fucked hard took its place. I alternated between
breathing out and holding my breath in anticipation of the next
strokes. The pain reached a plateau and I could feel the rush of
endorphins anesthetizing my entire body. It felt exhilarating. I
wanted to yell out, “Oh god, Oh my god, Oh god,” but instead what
came out sounded like ugh, oopf, ahhhh, ugh.

“
Now that wasn’t so bad,” he said. He breathed
heavily as he leaned his body against mine.

“
Owww,” I said.

He moved his body over to the side and I thought he
would lower me from the X position that held me. Instead he did
something no man had ever done. He began spreading my ass checks
with one hand and moving his finger tauntingly around my asshole.
He teased it gently and I was shocked to find that his slow
circling of my bud became more and more enjoyable. He wet another
finger with my juices that now coated my inner thighs, brought it
back to my anus, and worked it in and around my hole.

“
Oh … yes oh … yes oh … my god,” I kept
groaning.

“
Yes, babe…the things I plan to do with you, to
you. This is only the beginning,” he said as he deftly took command
of my body. “You will find you want more and more, and I promise,
you have found the man who will give it to you.”

He stepped off the platform and I heard him quickly
undress. When his body pressed against mine again, he began running
his very hard cock up against my wet fleshy labia. I responded by
widening my thighs against the restraints. He glided his cock in
and out a few times before pulling out completely, eliciting my
plea not to stop. Luke ignored me as he tried to force his engorged
cock into my ass, but it didn’t work.

“
Relax,” he said.

“
Relax?” I asked. “I think we are dealing with
physics here. Large cock, small hole.”

He laughed at me. “Relax,” he said as he once again
used his little finger and thumb to spread my butt cheeks, while
his index finger circled my anus. Again my body responded with
pleasure at that strange touch as he worked one finger back into my
ass before adding a second. My tight bud resisted his two fingers,
but within seconds the pain subsided, and as it loosened, I craved
more. Then his fingers withdrew and he sidled up behind me.

I knew what was next.

“
Luke, Luke … wait,” I pleaded.

“
Jane, here we go.”

As he began to work his cock inside of me, I thought
it might tear me in half. He took wetness from my sopping vagina
and spread it around my hole and on the remainder of his exposed
cock. As soon as he had fully penetrated me, he began massaging my
clit. I felt so spread and exposed.

The orgasm ripped through my body, a rollercoaster of
convulsions that lasted until the next orgasm struck. In time for
my third explosion, he spent his load inside of me, and I could
feel the warmth invade my bowels.

When he pulled out of me, I hung, expended, on the
wooden structure. I could no longer feel my wrists and my thighs
shook uncontrollably. First he unstrapped my legs, which were tight
and sore as he eased me toward the ground. When he released my left
arm, intense pain soared through my shoulder. He helped me lower my
arm and rubbed my shoulder and upper arm as I cried out in
distress. He released my right arm and I had to use my other hand
to get it to lower.

“
You might want to stretch your body out,” he
said.

I bent over and immediately comprehended the fallout
from the thrashing I had just taken.

“
Ah, I don’t think so. Bed … I need to go to
bed.”

He helped me under the covers and kissed me on the
forehead. I lay on my side, which was all my body would tolerate.
He left the room and came back seconds later with my toothbrush and
a glass of water. I quickly brushed my teeth, took a mouthful of
water and spit it back into the same cup.

“
Tomorrow is soon enough for you to see my
workshop. I will come to bed in a while.” He sat on the side of the
bed and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I love you, Jane. I knew you
were the right one.” He rolled me onto my stomach, pulled the
covers down and applied a cream that smelt of coconut and lavender
to my buttocks and thighs. The coolness soothed the burning
sensations on my backside.

As I dosed off I wondered what else he had in store
for me and if I would survive it.

My first thought upon waking that morning did not
concern my paddling. I was recalling his words.

He loved me.

As I moved to sit up, my body ached with reminders of
every last stripe he had inflicted, leaving me with second thoughts
about what his love might ultimately mean for me. Wincing, I
carefully sat on the edge of the bed. I had begun to stand when
Luke entered the bedroom, carrying a tray of bagels and all the
fixings. At that very moment I realized my body craved nourishment
and since exercising was out of the question, I packed my belly
full.

“
Yum,” I said between bites.

“
You were brilliant last night.”

“
What an odd thing to say. I was simply tied
up. There’s not much brilliance in that.”

“
Quite the contrary. You easily found your way
to what I refer to as subspace. You crossed over from pain into
ecstasy. I could have gone on far longer and you would have
continued to enjoy the experience.”

“
Enjoy? I beg to differ, Luke.
Tolerate
is more like it.”

“
Say what you will but I saw your face, I heard
your moans. How are you feeling, by the way? You seem to be moving
okay.”

“
Tight and sore. Very sore,” I said, gently
touching my buttocks.

“
I’ll take care of that as soon as we’re
finished with breakfast. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

After we had eaten our fill, he moved the tray off
the bed. “Lie on your stomach,” he said.

I did as I was told. He scooped out a large amount of
the coconut cream and worked it into my shoulders and upper arms.
“Ahhhhh,” I said. “That feels so good. I can’t believe how stiff I
am from being tied up.”

“
Oh, wait until I tie your arms behind your
back. That’s another tricky position. You don’t really feel it
while it’s happening but when you are untied ….”

“
Mmmmmm.” I barely heard what he said. I
remember that massage clearly, as it marked the first of many. He
worked his way down my back and across my butt. His gentle touch
took extra care on my thighs where it hurt the most. His massage
not only soothed my body but also aroused my libido.

“
Oh, Luke,” I said, breathing deeply and
heavily.

Shedding his robe, he climbed onto the bed with me.
He gingerly turned me onto my back and pulled me up into a sitting
position.

“
Let me know if this hurts too much, Jane,” he
said. His voice sounded different, causing me to wonder why his
tone seemed so loving right then.

He pulled me onto his lap and we faced each other in
the middle of the bed. He looked straight into my eyes and deep
into my soul. Everything about him tugged at my heart, reassuring
me it was safe to come out, safe to be me. In his eyes I saw such
love and devotion that tears began to slide down my cheeks. Those
tears spoke of the extent of my desires being fulfilled by
Luke.

He lifted me onto his rigid penis and moved my hips
up and down on his lap. We made eye contact continuously as we
kissed and moved our bodies as one. He rocked me back and forth in
a rhythm that brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I buried my
hands in his hair, and we increased the speed of our journey into a
deeper realm of connection. Never had I held eye contact this way.
Never had I wanted to feel so close to another person. I wanted to
crawl deep inside of him and have him wrap himself around me. The
tears continued to stream down my face. He took my heart in his
hands, looked through me clear to my soul and said, “This is who we
are.” I knew exactly what he meant. How could it be that the man
who frightened me so could also be the man who made me feel safer
than ever before?

When I reached orgasm, I cried out from a deep place
as I grappled with his body, wrapping my arms around him and
pulling him in close as he joined me with his deafening roar. The
love I felt shining from his eyes and heart captured me and freed
me at the same time. I started crying in earnest then. He held and
rocked me as I released the tears accumulated in years of
loneliness, now replaced with joy.

* * * *

I had to come out to my friends. As soon as he walked
out the front door, I called both Sandy and Parker and postponed my
confession by leaving messages on their phones. I meant to sit and
write about all I felt but instead decided to explore the
apartment. I found the second bedroom door locked. I couldn’t
understand why Luke kept it inaccessible if he’d planned to show it
to me in the first place. Then I went to the kitchen and explored
every cabinet without discovering anything but utensils, dishes,
and the usual supplies.

A cautious search through the drawers in the bedroom
yielded only clothing. He had a minimalist fashion sense. All of
his clothes were similar to what I had seen him in already. The
biggest surprise I found was in the bedroom closet, where a garment
bag hung, filled with three very expensive-looking suits. I
couldn’t even imagine Luke in a suit. The idea of it made me
laugh.

By the time he got back, I had searched the bathroom
drawers as well. I had learned nothing, for all my snooping.

“
Ready to see my office?” he said.

“
Sure,” I said, jumping off the couch and
sauntering over to him.

He unlocked the door with a copper key and said,
“Woolah … mystery solved, my lady, if you please.” He bowed,
bidding me to enter.

Mystery solved?
For some reason Luke saying
that made my heart skip. Did he somehow know I had been looking
around the apartment? I quickly lost my apprehension upon seeing so
many of his possessions to explore. The second bedroom was far
larger than the one we occupied. A counter extended all the way
along the right wall, with cabinets above and below. A sink
occupying the center of the counter reminded me of the chemistry
class in high school.

“
What’s in all these cabinets?” I
asked.

“
Photography stuff … paper, chemicals, old
film, old pictures, cameras and other supplies. I don’t do much
self developing anymore but occasionally I want a particular
effect. Digital is an amazing platform but it still has some
limitations.”

I wanted to search every cabinet but instead turned
my attention to the rest of the room. Several different types of
lights stood in the farthest corner. On the left wall hung a white
tarp that covered a portion of the floor as well. A simple metal
chair sat in the middle. Against the wall next to the door leaned a
handful of wooden structures that reminded me of the one behind the
couch. Farther down the wall I saw what looked like a Pommel Horse
from gymnastics, only lower to the ground and not as wide. Above it
on the wall hung a framed photograph. The angle from where I stood
made it difficult to see the person in the photo.