(CW: sounding, impact play, bdsm, use of color system, safe sane consensual, angst, femdom, malesub)
Whatever he might be in the field, he was nothing now.
He knelt, bare of a single stitch, on the floor. She stood before him with a whip in her hand. She’d used it on him just a few minutes prior, lacing his plump ass with sweltering lines. In the present, she trailed his neck and shoulders with it.
Simon kept his eyes trained at the ground. He had no right to gaze upon her unless she allowed the privilege of it. Graciously, she did.
“Look up, mutt!” She spat.
He slowly turned his face upward, taking in her beauty. She was a tall, curvy woman. Her thighs were enough to crush a man, and her breasts too full to fit in his hands. She was fulled clothed, a stark comparison to his nakedness. Her dress was black and red, matching her heels. Her pouty, thick lips were tinted crimson with a lipstick he was dying to see shades of streaked around his cock.
But he had earned no such great reward today. No. Today, he’d earned a punishment.
Thwack! The stinging blow of the whip flashed his mind back a few hours, to the grave mistake he’d made.
The military was holding an event, and each soldier was allowed a plus-one. Simon wasn’t dating anyone, and he knew she would appreciate the consideration, so he asked her to be his date. Simon had never been secretive about his life, despite many assuming otherwise. But when it came to her, there was some sort of reticence. He wasn’t ashamed of her. Nor, as he reminded himself, was it shameful for a grown man to have… arrangements to tend to mutual desires. Still, when Price asked him who she was, with the implication of them dating, he said she was just a hired companion.
The air instantly turned cold. Price and the others fell silent, able to sense he’d fucked up. Simon didn’t have to turn to catch a glimpse of the hurt that flashed her face or of the wrath that rapidly covered the hint of vulnerability she never showed. Simon didn’t know which was scarier. Her hand was clasped in his. The digging of her nails into his flesh was a stark reminder that there would be consequences after.
And that is how he landed in his current predicament. She hadn’t said a word to him till they reached his apartment— Simon hadn’t even broached the thought of them going their separate ways— and she checked his colors and ordered him to prep.
With a cold, cold face, she’d whipped his arse raw. Her voice was tight, controlled. But he could feel the fire of her anger and hurt in every lash she gave. “You didn’t have to tell them we were dating.” Whip! “You didn’t have to tell them we were fucking!” Whip! “You didn’t even have to say we were friends!” Simon screamed with the crack that came next. “But you told them I was HIRED?!” Her voice reached the pitch of a scream. She was breathing hard, her face flushed and her hair mused out of the ordinary.
“I’m sorry, ma’a—.” She slapped him for speaking out of turn. She also slapped him because amidst all the sex and rules and depravity, there were moments it wasn’t just about fucking. There were times, rather than going at it like animals, they’d slow down and gaze into each others’ eyes. Instead of aftercare and parting, they’d snuggle into bed together and talk about everything. There were a few stolen, guilty kisses that felt almost tender, like it could have been love.
And it was that hurt that drove her. But she didn’t show a hint of it through the frigidity in her air. Simon, with all his skills of perception, wouldn’t have known if he didn’t know her that well. Because, after all, it was beginning to not just be about the sex.
Her heels went between his legs. Simon’s face was still tilted, and he didn’t have permission to avert it. He could see the shiny red disappearing under his body. A cold dread sunk into his stomach as she nudged his balls with her heels. She’d stepped on his cock before. She’d made him cum by kicking his sensitive little testicles till they were mottled with bruises. The rough brush of her shoe against his length told him that would be in store again tonight.
“You are my sub. You’re nothing but a toy, a slave for my pleasure. And you will take delight in it.” The implied reference to his being ashamed that night was clear.
“Yes, Mistress.” Simon whispered.
“Good.” Her tone was unsatisfied, but she moved on.
Simon waited on the floor as she undressed. His eyes traveled her body as she tantalizingly stripped off layer by layer. First, the shoes, which she left by him as a reminder. Then the her clothes, slid off and leaving her bare to his hungry view.
She sat on the bed and perched one leg up. Her glistening pink pussy peeked through the dark curls and brown outer lips. She trailed her fingers through her slick and spread it around. She let out a breath at the sensation. She relieved a bit of her pent up tension but avoided paying much attention to her clit or hole.
Keeping on leg up, she started to play with her breasts. She squeezed and kneeled them. She pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Simon watched on, unable to make her feel good or even ask permission to do so. His dick chubbed up. A drop rose to the tip.
She saw his unspoken desire and laughed at him. Simon clenched his jaw, but she walked over carelessly and slapped him lightly with an order to open. Simon wished she’d lower her breasts so he could suck at them. He wished she’d let him climb on top of her and bury his face in them and milk them and mark them with his—
She shoved her fingers down his throat, making him gag. Then she withdrew her wet fingers and sat back on the bed, using that wetness to stimulate her nipples with a cruel smile. Her pussy started to drip. She let out a breathy moan.
Then, finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she lowered her hand and rubbed her clit. Her fingers ran up and down her folds. They spread and mixed and ground against each other.
“Fuck!” She shouted, plunging her fingers in and hooking them just right. She rocked her pelvis. She moved her hips in strokes and circles, riding her fingers and grinding them against her g-spot. Her voice grew louder. The sound of her wetness increased along.
Simon groaned at the sight. “Please…”
She frowned at his whispered plea but was too far gone to discipline him. “Make me cum.”
Simon moved like lightning, attached his face to her cunt and sucking hard.
“Shit!” She screamed. Her body writhed against his face, and he calmly clamped her down and kept going. She could barely speak out of overstimulation. He knew he was playing dirty, defying her authority. But he kept going. His tongue flicked like a blur over her clit, and his fingers twisted and thrusted in her hole. He added more than she had, filling her completely. He knew she was probably feeling a slight sting of the stretch, and he chuckled darkly at the thought.
She whined at the added vibration. “Simon, stop!” She gasped. But he went harder. He kept increasing his strength and speed. She clenched her jaw. Then, she alternated with it dropping open. No sound came out. Her eyes rolled back.
Then, all of a sudden, her body tensed; and a spray came out.
“Simon!” She shrieked as her pussy squirted over and over on his face. Her walls squeezed around him. Her chest heaved with stilted breath. Whines and screamed erupted from her throat. It went on for over thirty seconds. Simon milked it till he was drenched.
He slowly withdrew his fingers and leaned back to look at her. She was drained. Her breasts bobbed lightly when she inhaled. Her jaw lightly gaped, and her eyes were eighty percent closed.
Simon waited there till she recovered. She slowly sat up. Her jaw was set. “You’re overstepping your bounds.”
Simon apologized unrepentantly. There was a smug twitch in his lips. Her jaw worked, and she stayed quiet to reign in her irritation.
“Fuck you speechless, didn’t I?”
“Get my heels.” She ordered instantly.
Simon’s brows furrowed. “Wha—?”
“Didn’t you hear me the first time? Get. My. Heels.”
Simon obeyed. He crawled to where they lay and offered them back to her.
The heels were clean. She had made sure of it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t clean them more.
“Lick.” She ordered.
His eyes widened; he hesitated. When she angrily opened her mouth, he hurriedly followed her commands. His tongue swirled and lapped over the material. He devoured it the way he’d worked her pussy, and she could feel her arousal come back to life. But she ignored it. She had a task at hand.
She smirked wickedly. “Coat the heel well. It’s for your own good.”
Simon froze. A chill went down his spine, and his actions gained urgency. He lapped rapidly at the heel. He spit and went down on it like he was sucking a cock. She watched in enjoyment, roughly grasping him by the hair and guiding him over the length.
When he was done, he shakily looked up at her. She wrapped her hand around his dick and jerked it to hardness. Simon clenched his jaw to hold in his moans. When it was at full mast, she held the stilleto to his hole.
“Mistress!” He could hold in his gasp. She was planning to sound him?! With her fucking heels??!!
His eyes were wide and innocent. He gazed at her pleasingly. Without a hint of mercy, she demanded, “Color?”
“Green.” He said lowly but surely.
She smiled and began to press it in.
Simon gasped and tensed. He grabbed her by the wrist and held on as she inched it in. His cock was full, stretching around the intrusion. He began to whimper and shake. By the time she had it all the way in, he was trembling like a leaf.
“This is just the beginning.” She whispered cruelly, looking him in the eyes. His grip tightened. Then, she pulled it out.
Simon was barely conscious. She had added lube to the heel and was shallowly thrusting it within his cock. His whole body was alight and focused on that one point of sensation. His nerves felt like liquid electricity was flowing through them, burning him inside out.
“Baby, please.” He begged.
“If you want to cum, you have to do it like this. Cum for me and I’ll let you go.”
He couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He willed his body to orgasm, he willed the torture to stop. But it went on. Time stretched into eternity. His head was scrambled and floating outside his body. he could hear her as if through water.
“There you go.” Her voice was silky, evil. “Cum for me.”
He felt his balls tighten impossibly. She pulled the “sound” all the way out. His body arched high off the bed, and all the air squeezed out of his lungs. His view whitened out. Only she was conscious of the streams that erupted from his dick and the repeated whimpers of her name coming from his mouth.
When Simon came to, he was fully clean and wrapped up on his bed. “Color?” She asked. Her voice was devoid of emotion. But it was soft, and Simon could tell she cared.
“m fine. Said hi to god real quick.” He mumbled sleepily, like he’d just come out of anesthesia.
“Did I go too far?”
“Just right. Just need a moment.”
“Sleep. We’ll talk about it later.” She planted a kiss to his forehead.
Simon shook his head and failed to sit up. “Just need a moment. Tonight was just righ…” And he fell asleep before he could finish.
He woke up a few hours later. It was dark: she had turned off all the lights except the lamp by the sofa she sat on. She was so far away. Simon couldn’t tell through his blurry vision, but she seemed... beaten.
The instant she caught sight of him up, her face hardened. A wicked glimmer sparkled in her eyes, and she hooked her fingers for him to approach her.
Simon went and knelt again before her. “Thank you for tonight, Ma’am.” Her face darkened. That wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She merely grunted. Simon shifted. His heart drooped at her lack of approval. He was too ashamed, but he knew what he really needed to say.
“I’m sorry.”
She froze. Her jaw and throat worked, but her face returned to its untouchable, cruel pedestal. She grunted in acknowledgement of his words. As if she didn’t care. Simon broke his rules. He shifted closer to her and clasped her hands pleadingly.
“I’m really, sorry, love.”
Her eyes flashed at the endearment and she ripped her hands away. Rising to her feet, she pushed past him and walked away.
“Please!” He yelled; he begged. She abruptly stopped and turned around. Her body shook with retrained anger.
“Are you ashamed of me?” Simon discerned the genuine question under the stern mockery in her voice. “No, ma’am.” He stammered. Her eyes flickered. “I’m not asking as your mistress, Simon!” Her voice was as sharp as blades. Simon was lucky she hadn’t brought any out this time. “Are you fucking ashamed of me?” He flinched at her raised volume, at the almost waver while she repeated the question.
Simon gazed up at her. Without a hint of doubt or deceit, he replied. “No.”
Simon didn’t have permission to move. He wasn’t allowed to speak out of line. But he stood up. He stepped closer and closer to her till she was backed up against the bed. She could feel the cool frame against the back of her knees.
He reached up, framing his head in his large hands. He tilted it till she was gazing straight at him the way he’d looked up at her when he kneeled. She swallowed at the intensity in his eyes and at the sudden change in dynamics.
It was as if he wanted to devour her.
“—, I am not ashamed of you. I never have been and never will be. I never should have said what I did or hid from them how much you mean to me.”
She looked down. She lowered her guard and let her emotions play out on her face.
“—.” Simon pleaded softly.
“How much, Simon? How much do I mean to you? I need to know.” Her voice shook, with sadness, with love, with anger and betrayal.
“You mean the world.” Simon quickly said. “You know what us being together all the time means. I don’t need to say it for it to be true.”
“But you hid it, Simon.”
His heart crumbled at the sight of tears springing to her eyes. He hurried to wipe them, handling her as gently as a flower.
“I know. And I’m sorry. I won’t— I’ll tell them. Say you’ll be mine. Make it official, and I’ll tell the world.” He whispered. His hands still framed her cheeks, and his forehead rested against hers. He swallowed. His lips trembled as he waited. He was back under her power, her response holding the ability to break him. He closed his eyes and squeezed them shut. In the darkness, he heard a whisper.
“I’m yours.”
