Chapter 6: The Dildo and the Belt
Elena pulled his head up by the belt still looped around his neck. His face was a wreck of tears and spit, his eyes glassy with submission. She looked at him for a long moment, then released the belt and unhooked the dildo from the floor with a soft pop.
“Stay,” she said, as if to a dog, and walked to the head of her bed.
He stayed on his knees, watching as she pressed the suction cup high on the smooth, cream-colored wall just above the headboard. It stuck fast, the blue silicone jutting out horizontally, a firm, unyielding protrusion. She came back to him, her movements purposeful, and took the black electrical cable from her bedside drawer.It was cool and flexible in her hands.
“On the bed.On your back.” Her voice offered no negotiation.
He climbed onto the red sheets, his movements stiff. She guided him until his head was near the footboard, his body stretched out lengthwise.The dildo was positioned perfectly at the height of his ass. She looped the cable around his left ankle, then the bedpost, binding it tight. She repeated it with his right ankle, splaying his legs, leaving him utterly open. Another length of cable went around his wrists, pulled above his head and secured to the other bedpost, arching his chest slightly.
He was completely immobilized, a gift wrapped in his own sweat and anticipation. The cage was a dark, prominent bulge against his pale skin.
Elena looked down at her work, a faint, satisfied smile on her lips.She fetched the small key from her drawer. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs, and fit the key into the tiny lock at the base of the cage. The click was deafening in the quiet room. She peeled the silicone away, and his cock, freed from its confinement, sprang back to full, aching hardness against his stomach. He gasped at the sudden exposure, the cool air a shock.“Better,” she murmured, discarding the cage on the nightstand. She leaned over him, her dark hair curtaining their faces.“I want to come. And you’re going to help me.” Her breath was warm against his cheek.
She shifted off him and picked up the two balled-up white socks from the rug. Without ceremony, she pushed the soft, damp cotton into his mouth, one after the other, stuffing them until his cheeks bulged. The taste was faintly salty, musky, entirely her. He breathed heavily through his nose, his world narrowing to the scent of her and the view of her standing beside the bed.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down, stepping out of them. Then she gripped the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. She stood naked before him, the lamplight painting golden curves along her slender frame, highlighting the tight arch of her ass, the small, perfect breasts. She was utterly unselfconscious, powerful in her nudity.She picked up the belt from where it lay coiled on the sheets. She wound the tapered end tightly around her right hand, leaving a long lead. Then, holding his gaze, she turned her back to him. She positioned herself between his splayed legs, her back to his face, and lowered herself slowly, guided his cock into her with one sure hand. She sank onto him with a deep, gratified sigh, taking him to the hilt.The fullness was exquisite for both of them. She leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands on his thighs, and pulled steadily on the belt still around his neck.The leash went taut.“Now,” she whispered, and began to move.
She rocked back onto him, a deep, rolling grind. The pull on the belt forced his head and shoulders back, which in turn pushed his hips forward, driving him deeper into her. The synchronized motion also forced the head of the wall-mounted dildo to press insistently against his entrance.
He screamed into the socks, a muffled, desperate sound. The dual sensation was obliterating: the hot, velvety clutch of her around his cock, and the blunt, invasive pressure at his other hole. She set a relentless, punishing rhythm, using the belt as both a tool of control and a piston.
“This’ll have to do,” she panted, her voice strained with effort and pleasure.“Until my real strap gets here.Until I have a proper collar to choke you with. This is just… practice.” With each word, she slammed back onto him, the force jamming his body backward onto the dildo’s tip. “You’re just a fucking… socket for me. A warm, tight place for me to get mine.”
Her dirty talk, so crude and possessive, sent fresh shocks through him. He was moaning constantly now, a low, ragged hum vibrating through the socks. She upped her pace, abandoning the grind for sharper, more frantic bounces. Each descent forced him mercilessly onto the silicone, stretching him unbearably, filling him in a way that was entirely new and devastating.
“Take it,” she commanded, fucking herself on him with abandon, her body slick with sweat.“Take it all. Give me… give me everything.”
Her movements became erratic, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She was close. He could feel the way her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around him, a frantic, rhythmic pulse. With a final, deep drive down onto his shaft, she cried out, a sharp, broken sound of pure release. Her body bowed, then shuddered violently, her nails digging into his thighs as she rode the waves of her orgasm, milking him with her contractions.
As she came down, panting, she felt him beneath her, his cock twitching, his whole body tensed like a bowstring.He was on the very edge.
“No,” she breathed, a devilish idea lighting her eyes.“Not inside me. Not yet.”
In one fluid motion, she pulled herself off him, his cock sliding out with a wet sound. She immediately lay forward on her chest, her face turned toward the footboard, her back presented to him. Then she raised her legs, bending them at the knee, and planted her bare feet flat against his stomach. With a powerful push of her legs, she scooted her body backwards until the soles of her feet were positioned perfectly under the head of his twitching, desperate cock.
“Now,” she ordered, her voice muffled by the sheets.It was the final command. The sight of her bare soles, the feel of her skin against his most sensitive part, the overwhelming humiliation and devotion—it crashed over him. With a choked, guttural cry strangled by the socks, he came. Thick, hot streaks of his release pulsed out, painting her arches, her heels, dribbling between her toes.
He collapsed, spent and trembling against his bonds, the aftershocks making him jerk. For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing.Then Elena moved. She pushed herself up, turned, and knelt between his splayed legs. She reached behind his head and pulled the sodden socks from his mouth with a soft, wet pop.He dragged in a huge, sobbing breath of air.
She didn’t give him time to recover. She gathered the leash of the belt in her hand and pulled, forcing his head forward, down toward her raised feet, which were now glistening with his spend.“Clean it,” she said, her voice hoarse but firm. “Lick it off. Every drop.”
He obeyed, extending his tongue, tasting the bizarre, salty-bitter blend of his own release on her skin. He lavished her soles, sucking her toes clean, his movements slow and worshipful.
“Good boy,” she cooed, her free hand stroking his sweat-damp hair.“My perfect, filthy slut.Look at you. Couldn’t even wait for the real thing, could you? Cumming all over your Mistress’s feet like a virgin.” Her tone danced between humiliating and unbearably proud. “But soon… soon the package will arrive. I’ll buckle a thick, black collar around this pretty neck.” She tapped his throat with her finger. “And I’ll fuck this ass,” her other hand drifted down to trace his well-used entrance, making him shudder, “with my strap, until you forget your own name. Won’t that be better?”
He nodded frantically against her foot, his tongue still working.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” he breathed against her skin. “Please.”
She smiled, a genuine, radiant thing that lit up her whole face. She released the belt and cupped his cheek, pulling his face up to hers. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself and him on his lips.
“Then it’s a date,” she whispered.