The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning

By

J. M. Alt

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The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning

Copyright ©2013 by J. M. Alt

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My whip snaked out, marking the tender skin
on her ass once more as she jerked against her bindings, moaning. I
let the whip hang loose as I stepped up to examine the welt,
running my finger over the raised skin, then sliding down between
her legs to trace the rope pulled tight through her pussy. She was
wet, excited.

I circled her, holding my whip in one hand
while I used my finger to trace the ropes binding her body,
tormenting her. I tugged at the bindings around the base of each
tit, making sure they were tight.

I wanted those tits to remain taut and
full.

I tweaked each alligator clamp biting into
the tender flesh on her nipples and elicited a deep moan from
her.

My fingers moved up, across the smooth
leather of the posture collar keeping her head up and tracing the
leather strap biting into her cheek, pulling the cock gag deep in
her mouth. Her eyes never left mine except to glance every once in
a while at the whip as it trailed on the floor.

I stepped over to the wall and hit the button
to take up a little more slack on the winch. She groaned deeply
into the gag as the cable pulling her arms over her head tightened,
stretching her against the leather cuffs holding her ankles clipped
to eye bolts anchored to the floor spreading her legs uncomfortably
wide. I could see the muscles tighten in her thighs and arms as the
steel cable pulling her upward offered no mercy, stretching her
until her body was as taut as I could go without separating
joints.

Her eyes briefly rolled up, then back down
again as she focused on me.

My wife had a long night ahead of her
suffering for her disobedience.

I exchanged the whip for my crop and circled
her – a predator playing with its prey – cropping each ass cheek
and the backs of her thighs. Working my way around, I began to crop
her mound, her exposed pussy lips and her engorged tits.

Not hard. Not yet.

I stepped back as a moan escaped her lips and
administered ten sharp swats to each ass cheek, alternating first
to the right, then left cheek and varying the times between each
swat to keep her from anticipating the smack. She jerked against
the suspension, eyes wide and groaning deeply into her gag.

“Did you think I would let your little stunt
go unpunished?” I asked as I fondled her crotch, driving my finger
between the ropes buried in her wet pussy and finger-fucking her
swift and hard.

She tried to focus on me, but the finger
fucking must have felt good as her eyes slid up and disappeared as
she closed them.

I slapped her to get her attention and she
re-focused on me.

“That’s right, my bitch. Stay with me.” I
paused, running my pussy-juice soaked fingers along her face. “I’ll
let you cum later.”

I swatted her pussy by bringing the crop
upwards in a full swing, making sure the pad landed fully on her
engorged pussy lips.

Hard.

Hard enough to cause her to jerk up against
the cuffs holding her ankles to the floor.

Her eyes went wide with the shock of the
strike and she actually squealed into the latex cock embedded in
her mouth.

My cock was hard, bulging in my pants.
Throbbing.

I wanted that pussy. I wanted to sink my cock
in her and fuck her wet cunt hard. Unbuckling her gag, I slid it
from her mouth, then roughly gripped the back of her head with my
hand and kissed her, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth.

Drew responded, her tongue fighting with mine
and darting into my own mouth. We stayed this way for what seemed
like an eternity before I slowly pulled away, still holding the
back of her neck.

She stared at me, then spoke in a low voice.
“I hope you’re not done yet, Sir” Her voice dropped to almost a
whisper – a husky sexy whisper. “I’m just beginning to enjoy
this.”

I kissed her deeply once more, then pulled
away and laughed, “No, my lovely slut. I intend to punish you for
the entire weekend.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

I re-gagged her and stepped over to exchange
my crop for a thin cane. As I positioned myself, I couldn’t help
but think how different my life has been from what it was five
years ago.

I tapped the cane against the back of her
thighs, letting her know what was coming.

So obedient now. Yet she hasn't always been
so obedient.

And if not for what happened five years ago,
Beth would not be my slave. In fact, if not for my lovely Drew and
her little stunt, I would not be the person I am today.

I almost forgot about Beth.

I caned her ass once, then, leaving my wife
to consider the weekend ahead of her, I checked on Beth in the
bedroom.

She lay encased in a leather sleep sack, the
multitude of straps and zippers along the back of the sack pulled
tight to bind her body and stretch the thin soft leather of the
sack so tight it was almost a second skin covering her from her
feet to the base of her neck. I used a leather hood to finish the
covering, smoothing and pulling the soft black leather flush
against her skin. A thick heavily padded blindfold covered her eyes
and a large cock gag filled her mouth.

Only her nose was visible.

She was held down on the bed by long leather
straps cinched around her body then run through the iron frame and
buckled tight. Her nipples pushed against the thin leather and I
couldn’t help but trace the outline of each with my finger, knowing
both were forced into plump nubs of tender flesh by the thin rubber
bands around the base of each.

Just tight enough to keep them plump and
engorged.

Beth, my slave and my toy. My executive
assistant.

Drew and Beth both knew they would be
punished, so I had little pity for either and I knew neither wanted
pity or mercy. They knew what was going to happen and left more
than enough clues so that I would know what they did. It wasn’t the
first time.

I wasn’t ready to deal with Beth just
yet.

But I decided she needed to know she was on
my mind. I removed her gag and kissed her like I did Drew, hard and
deep, forcing my tongue into her.

And like Drew, she responded, her tongue
dancing with mine. I pulled away and her mouth stayed open,
inviting.

I knew exactly what this little toy
wanted.

I slide my pants off and straddled her chest,
her full tits making for a nice cushion as my thick hard cock
rested on her tongue. Beth tried to suck my cock in, but I held it
back, toying with her mouth and just letting her kiss the tip.

Not allowed to speak, she nibbled, licked and
kissed my cock tip, doing everything she could to entice me to fuck
her little mouth and fill her with my hot cum.

What she didn’t realize was that I was
enjoying the show.

Finally tiring of the teasing, I slowly
pushed the head of my cock into her mouth, then shifted position to
straddle her so I could fuck her mouth, sliding my cock in deep
until I could feel it push into her throat. I pumped her mouth for
a bit, then pulled out to let her breathe before shoving my cock
back in. Each time I throatfucked her, I did so for a bit longer
and pushed a bit deeper.

Beth neither struggled or fought the
face-fucking. She’s quite good at sucking cock and face-fucking is
something she truly enjoys. So I fucked her pretty mouth, listening
to her struggle to breath, then suck in deep breaths when I pulled
out. Yet she never closed her mouth. In fact, she tried to open it
further against the restraint of the leather hood, tongue always in
place to provide a nice path for my cock to slide on as I pushed
into her tight throat once again.

I continued to face-fuck her for several long
minutes before the pleasure and pressure of her tight throat
finally pushed me over the edge. Tensing and pushing, I began to
fast pump my cock, feeling my balls tense as they bounced off her
leather covered chin, her nose pushed against my belly.

And I came, forcing globs of creamy jism down
her throat and into her belly. She started to struggle, fighting
against me for a breath as the hot cum slid down her throat. I
pulled out and she gasped, sucking in air. And just as quickly, she
closed her lips around my cock, sucking it back in and milking it
to drink the last drops of my cum.

Finished with Beth – for now – I used long
strips of black duct tape to re-gag her, then tightened each strap
holding her body to the bed one notch tighter and turned out the
lights as I left her.

Drew’s eyes were closed.

Such a little bitch. I remembered the night
when it all started. The night that would change the three of us
forever.

*****

I came home after another fourteen-hour day
running my very successful consulting firm to find her SUV backed
into the drive. Drew stood in the hallway as I came in.

Her voice was emotionless, "I'm leaving."

I was shocked. "Why?"

She looked at me. "What do you mean 'Why'?
Are you serious?” She looked at me incredulously. “You have given
me a good fuck in so long I can’t even remember what your cock
looks like. And the last few over the past couple months have been
nothing more than Wham-Bam, Thank you Ma'am." She shook her pretty
head. "I told you I need excitement. I want someone who can control
me. You know that. You used to do that. You used to be a man.
You've become...a wimp."

I slapped her before I knew what I was doing.
Her head snapped to the side as I yelled, "You bitch," raising my
hand once more. "I work my ass off and all you can say when you
leave me is I'm a wimp? I oughta..."

"You oughta what?" she countered as she felt
her cheek, a smile coming to her lips.

I looked at her and dropped my hand.

"That's right," she said, watching me lower
my hand as I fought for control. "We wouldn't want to get out of
control. But, then again, that's been your problem for a long
time." She brushed by me as she left. "If only you'd learned how to
control me. Too bad.”

That was Friday night.

I spent all day Saturday driving, pounding my
fist against the dash every time I heard those words.

If only I had learned to control her?

What did she want from me?

I found myself that night in a sleazy little
bar on the scum-side of town, drowning the cunt’s words with beer
and shots of whiskey and wanting badly to beat the shit out of
something or someone.

By midnight, as I stumbled out of the place,
I was drunk and still mad. I knew enough not to drive home, but I
didn’t have anywhere in particular to go. And I didn’t really give
a fuck. Walking for a while, I stopped to piss off the sidewalk,
right in front of a real dive.

I didn't care. Let someone say something.

I turned and looked at the place as I pissed.
It was one of those adult bookstores – the kind with the windows
blacked out.

You know the kind of place I’m talking
about.

I stared at the door for a moment, then went
inside, pushing my way through some guy coming out. The place was
bigger than I thought and well lit. Perverts stood looking at
magazines, blowup dolls and rubber cocks, or wandering along the
several aisles full of magazines and books with sucking and fucking
sluts on the covers looking like they were enjoying every minute of
their rutting. I made my way to the back, exchanging a few dollars
for tokens as I went inside the video booth area.

I felt like jacking off.