Safeword: Davenport (12 page)

Not wanting to irritate him further, she tried not to whine as he seated the
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Zach's attitude when he put her into bondage made her feel like a horse being saddled and bridled. He did it systematically, without emotion, using an economy of movement with no concern for how she might feel about the equipment he placed on her. It only took moments for him to outfit her in a bondage collar and wrist cuffs, with a short chain connecting them. She tested the reach by scratching her nose, then rubbing an eye, not trying to go farther when the chain pulled tight.

He patted the bed and helped her in before reaching under the covers and pulling a chain to her foot, clipping it onto her right ankle cuff.

Just as she was thinking he at least hadn't locked her in place, he pulled three small padlocks from her bedside drawer. She stayed still as he secured the chains to wrist and ankle cuffs, and her collar. They all seemed to use the same key, which he draped around his neck. Again.

"Pets must be locked up at night, to keep them safe.” He slid two fingers into her, pushing on the
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from inside, and making her groan. He held his fingers up, so the light reflected their shiny wetness. She opened her mouth as they moved towards her face, tasting herself as she cleaned them. He continued as if he hadn't stopped. “And to keep them from playing with themselves. Lay down and I'll cover you up and rub your back, help you go to sleep."

It was early, and she hadn't thought she'd be able to sleep, especially as horny as she was. But, true to his word, he rubbed her back, and it wasn't long before her eyelids closed and sleep took her.

She awakened with a start, needing to pee. The clock told her it was a little after one in the morning. She hated to rouse him, but didn't see a way around it.

"Sir? Zach? Can you wake up, please?"

He woke right away, rolling over and laying his arm over her, caressing her breast. “Yes, my pet. What do you need?"

"I have to go to the bathroom, please."

He nodded and pulled the key over his head, unlocking her ankle from the chain. “Stay put, let me come around and help you out of bed."

She did as instructed, and let him help her into the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet and left, thank goodness, but it took a few seconds to remember the coordination required to release her bladder while holding something in with her rectal muscles. When she finished she realized she couldn't dry herself, and was trying to figure out what to do when he was back at the door. “Are you done, pet? Ready to be wiped?"

She groaned inwardly, but said, “Yes, Sir."

He didn't make a big production, just patted her dry and helped her up, like it was nothing. When they reached the bedroom he eased her down onto her knees and stepped forward, lowering his pajamas and aiming his semi-hard cock at her mouth. She opened obediently, but within a few minutes he pulled out of her mouth without warning, pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of his reading chair. He wasn't rough, exactly, but wasn't gentle either, and being moved without consideration made her pussy flame into arousal.

She heard a condom package opening, a snap of (she hoped) the cap of a lube bottle, and then he was behind her, pulling the
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out, and heading straight in with his cock.

She wasn't used to his size, and yelped when he first went in. He held still a brief moment, letting her adjust, but quickly began fucking her in earnest. She had no idea if she'd be allowed to come or not, but within a few minutes she was pretty damn close. Before she was quite there he picked up his pace and plunged in a final time, making a low pitched noise as his orgasm took over. He stayed in, his hands on the arm of the chair beside her hips as he caught his breath. Just as Dana thought he might stick around and get her off, he pulled out with an order to stay put.

He returned with a damp towel, methodically cleaned her, put the cloth in the hamper, replaced the
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"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"I really want to come. Please?"

He reached for her tender nipples, manipulating them between his fingertips, hurting them, and making her squirm, the sensation diving straight from nipples to clit. “I like knowing you want to come. There'll be plenty of orgasms for you tomorrow."

She moaned in frustration as he rolled over, obviously planning to return to sleep. She moaned again, and he said, “If you keep me awake on purpose you'll be punished. Wake me if you need me, but I consider an orgasm a want, not a need. Good night, pet."

She whispered a frustrated “Good night, Sir,” and closed her eyes, willing her body to calm down and let her fall asleep. She finally began contemplating the right window treatment for her client's formal dining room, and drifted off while considering fabric choices.

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Dana awakened before Zach the next morning, needing to use the restroom. Again. She decided to tough it out and not wake him, but within a few minutes her bladder insisted.

He woke right up, smiling at her the instant their eyes met.

"Can you unlock me from the bed, please?"

"Unless there's a reason, I'm pretty happy holding you captive, pet."

"There's a reason. Please?"

His eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. “You'll have to explain it to me. You know how this works. I'm the one making decisions, and I can't make good judgments without the right information."

She closed her eyes and looked away. “I need to go to the bathroom, Sir. Please."

He immediately pulled the key over his head, flipping the covers so he could reach her ankle. She swept her feet off the bed as soon as the chain was off—standing quickly and almost falling over without the use of her hands for balance. He was close enough to reach across and keep her from tumbling, but she could tell by his tone of voice he wasn't happy with her.

"You're supposed to wait for me to help you when you don't have the use of your hands."

He pushed across the bed and slid off, standing beside her. His face still showing displeasure, he grasped her arm and walked her to his bathroom, gently situating her on the toilet.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped around the corner and turned the shower on, thankful for the privacy. It took her a moment to get the stream to flow while keeping enough tension at her ass to hold the
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in, but once she got started her bladder took forever to empty. She remained seated when she finished, squeezing her ass tight, not daring to stand without him again.

Zach rounded the corner and reached for the toilet tissue, patting her dry without a word. He methodically flushed and stood her up, directing her with his hands on her arms to the other wall, leaning her back against it. He didn't look at her face, stayed busy with his tasks as he unlocked both locks before removing the wrist cuffs and collar.

He finally looked at her, his displeasure still evident in his eyes as he pointed to the shower. She silently walked to it, opening the glass door and stepping into the warm water. Her pulse picked up as she recognized the wrist cuffs from the pool, hanging from a hook.

He followed her in and closed the door, speaking to her from several feet away. “I've told you I require full honesty at all times. If you wish to upset me, the easiest and quickest route is withholding information, or giving me half-truths. I see these things as undermining the foundation of any good relationship. An all-out lie will stop a scene so we can speak of it as adults outside of the power exchange, and may very well end our relationship. This wasn't an all-out lie, so it's forgivable, but you tried to keep information from me that you knew I'd want, and I'm angry, not just disappointed."

He took a breath; let it out—obviously trying to regulate his emotions. “I realize you'd just awakened, and I understand you've got hang-ups around waste excretions. I need to discipline you, but I also want to help you feel comfortable talking to me about your needs. You'll receive a brief punishment, and then we'll work on making you less uptight about the things your body does naturally. Raise your arms to the cuffs, please."

Dana quickly complied, her heart in her stomach. “What are you going to do?"

He finally stepped to her, but focused on the cuffs as he talked. “You'll find out in due time. It's not something we've negotiated to do without a safeword, so you'll have one, though I don't see any reason you'll need it."

He moved away from her as soon as her wrists were trapped in the cuffs, giving her just enough slack to stand flatfooted, though she felt the stretch through her ribcage. She pulled at them, knowing they'd hold but needing to test them anyway. One showerhead was slightly in front of her, aimed at her forehead so she couldn't get out from under it, and she turned her head to the side to breathe. He adjusted the other two showerheads so one pulsed at her upper back from the right, and the other at her ass from the left. He fiddled with a nozzle in the wall before her until it was soaking her breasts.

"I'll be right outside the glass doors."

She was confused about why he considered this punishment, until the water suddenly turned ice cold—the shock freezing her muscles. She couldn't breathe in, couldn't scream, and when she finally managed to pull air into her lungs, her pride kept her quiet. Her feet danced below her while her body remained in place—she tried to move sideways, forwards, backwards, but her cuffs were too high. She lifted her legs and bent her arms, trying to pull above the cascading water, but couldn't escape enough of it to make a difference.

Once the initial shock was over, the cold made her hurt and her muscles began to draw up. She fought it—pushed herself to keep moving, thrashed her face from side to side—but finally went still, forced to accept the cold raining down, her head bowed forward so the water hit the top of her scalp and allowed her to breathe. Her chest heaved, and warm tears mixed with the cold water as her body shivered uncontrollably.

The water began to warm and she felt the heat of his body on her front—one arm holding her around the waist as he released the cuffs from the hook with the other.

He lifted her to him with both arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her head in his neck until the tears stopped and her breathing normalized. He held her a long time before saying, “Punishment's over, pet. Now I get to take care of you, help you learn. Can you stand?"

She slid her legs down his body, and he held her until she was steady on her feet before turning her towards the wall, connecting the cuffs behind her back. She remained in place when he stepped away, her cheek against the tile, and watched him reach outside the shower, the stretch of his body sparking her arousal again.

Zach's face showed compassion as he revealed the blindfold he'd retrieved. “I think you'll handle this better without your sight. Remember, punishment's over, this is about helping your comfort level, teaching you not to feel embarrassed around me—not to hide yourself. I won't always let you escape behind a blindfold, but today I'll help you through this as much as I can. I won't put it on yet, but want you to know it's coming."

She nodded, not trusting her voice. His face tender, he slid his fingers down her cheek before massaging her shoulders and back, reassuring her. She had no idea what came next, but apparently he wanted her relaxed first.

"This isn't about pain; it's about trust, and not hiding any part of your body or emotions from me. In the future, it'll sometimes be about control, but that's not my intention today.” His hands continued kneading the kinks out of her neck and shoulders as he spoke. “I want you to repeat something before we get started. Look me in the eyes and say
, I'm not being punished, I'm being taught to feel comfortable revealing all of myself to you
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She said it a few times, and then he had her repeat the last part—
I'm being taught to feel comfortable revealing all of myself to you
. He wouldn't let her look away, insisted she look into his eyes as she repeated the phrase—once, twice, dozens of times. When she'd finally found a comfortable rhythm, lost in his gaze as she recited, he said, “Very good, pet. You're also going to learn nothing disgusts me; you can expose your darkest parts to me without fear of my being revolted. I need to step outside the shower and adjust the water temperature from 105 down to 101."

He slid the blindfold on when he returned, massaging her shoulders again, making sure she was relaxed. He placed his foot beside hers before removing his hands, so she could feel his presence, wouldn't be alone in the dark. She could hear him manipulating something, could sense the water bouncing in different ways as he moved, and then felt one hand on her shoulder again, stroking gently down her back, over the round of her ass, and reaching between to grasp the
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She spread her legs farther apart and relaxed, trying to help, groaning as the widest part cleared her ass on the way out.

"Time for another plug; it's bigger, but it's lubed and you can take it. Relax, pet. Let it in."

She leaned into the wall and concentrated on her breathing, trying not to tense as he breached the muscles and kept a slow but even pace. The plug was harder than normal—metal or glass instead of latex or silicone. It wasn't much wider than the
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"Okay pet, turn around and let me hold you."

She curved into him and he wrapped his arms around her, one hand at the base of the plug and the other gently cradling her head to his chest. The hand on her head disappeared a few seconds, and returned as she felt the water flowing into her.

"It won't be a full enema; we're just rinsing you out. The water's warm, let it relax you. Tell me when you think you need to release."