#6 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

31 Oct

Naomi, kneeling on the table again, rocked back on her heels, thighs spread wide,  palms up on her thighs, realizes that the chopstick clamp has not actually come off as she was bent over and being whipped, it is still clinging loosely to her nipples, fastened only in the middle.

Sir Daniel and Wendy fasten the ends, and once again, the pain is immediately intense, so much worse than any clamps Naomi has experienced before.  She whimpers, and cries out a bit, caught between not wanting to bite her lip and not wanting to beg and end up gagged again.  In her anguish, she tosses her head back, and from side to side, as if she can shake the pain off that way.

“There you go,” says Sir Evan, “Yes.  Keep breathing.  It’s ok to scream, or to cry.  No words though.  And don’t exaggerate, of course.  Wendy, help her hold still, please.  Daniel, I think you might touch her, see how she responds to that.”

Wendy, crop still in one hand, grasps Naomi’s hair firmly at the nape of her neck.  This holds her head still, and it is somehow a relief.  Naomi feels herself relax into the sense of containment.

The nipple clamp is almost unbearable..  In the midst of the fierce pain, she feels a finger probing between her legs, not entering her but stroking her clit.  She gasps with pleasure now, tries to spread her legs wider.  The sounds escaping her are incoherent, such a mixture of pleasure and pain, like an animal, she thinks, i sound like an animal.

“One minute,” Sir Evan says, “We’ll do one minute.  Daniel, keep her on the edge, right?  Don’t let her cum.”

She is lost, lost in sensation, lost in a high, keening moan.  And then ~

~ she’s not sure what happens.

Something shifts, something inside her shifts, and quite suddenly, her resistance to the pain, the desire to increase her pleasure disappear.  Something in her opens, leaving her in some new place of acceptance.

The clamps on her nipples don’t hurt less, and the finger on her clit is just as enticing and arousing, but it all feels right, as if it is exactly as it should be.  She is breathing and relaxing into the pain, and the pleasure, and quits wondering when it will stop or get better because it just is, and it seems that it will always be exactly this way.

She is still making noises, but they are quieter and she is barely aware of them. Absorbing the sensation filling her, she imagines a cock, yes, she would like to feel a cock in her mouth.  To lick and suck it for a long time, she wonders if they will let her do that sometime.

Time hangs suspended, for a minute, for an hour, she doesn’t know.  And then the finger on her clit is withdrawn, the hand in her hair is gone and the clamps ~

~ omigod, omigod, the clamps are off, o, that hurts, hurts, hurts ~

but no words escape her, only the moans and whimpers that are acceptable to Him.  And who is “Him?” Is it Sir Daniel, who is tormenting her like this, or Sir Evan, who is directing, orchestrating this ~ this ‘evaluation.’

She imagines herself kneeling before Sir Evan, imagines herself being allowed to lick His cock, to taste Him, to take Him deep in her throat…  She blushes to realize how much she wants this.

As the pain in her nipples recedes, she becomes more aware of the dildo in her ass, and the welts on the back of her thighs and lower part of her ass.

She realizes that Sir Evan is smiling slightly and looking at her with ~ with approval?  Yes, she thinks so.

And indeed, a moment later, He says, quite firmly, “Good girl.  You did very well with that.”

She is flooded with pleasure, even her pussy clenches and her asshole grips the dildo more firmly.   She has a flash of herself on her knees in front of Him, pleasing Him with her mouth, a longing so intense she whimpers.

Sir Evan goes on.  “Let’s talk about why your Sir has brought you here.”

It takes her a minute to really hear that, so intent is she on her fantasy of sucking His cock, but she manages to bring her attention to His words.  Yes, she very much wants to hear and understand this.

“First,” He says, to Sir Daniel, “Move her down here, please, so I can talk to her.”

The table has put her pussy and ass at Sir Evan’s eye level, but clearly, He wants her at His feet now.  She is happy to comply as Sir Daniel and Wendy help her down.

There is even a pad, a yoga mat perhaps, at His feet and Naomi is able to kneel quite comfortably.

Once she is settled, He says, “There are rules, for the conversation.  You,” and He pauses, His eyes seem to take in every detail of her posture, and she sucks in her stomach, tries to look more open and receptive.

“You,” He says, “will not speak unless directed to.  If I ask you a question, I want you to formulate a response in your mind, but don’t say a word until I tell you to speak.  Is that clear?”

She nods, “Yes, Sir,” and sees a glimmer of a smile flit across His face, as He says ~~

“Three, Wendy.”

And Naomi is horrified to realize that she has spoken, without being directed to do so.

21 Responses to “#6 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. Fondles October 31, 2012 at 6:08 am #

    EEK! i wouda said yes sir too!! sheesh. and the minute it happened (in my head) i knew she’d made a mistake.

    too good. uh huh.. too good you are… more more more please… altho this one a day pace is quite yummy.

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 6:46 am #

      Lol, Fondles. Yeah, i think that not doing an automatic “Yes, Sir” is going to be tough for Naomi to learn too. Let’s hope she gets it down soon.

      🙂 i’m so glad you’re enjoying the story!

      aisha

  2. SirQsmlb October 31, 2012 at 6:44 am #

    Ok I an NOT with Fondles on this one. What could we say or do to start getting double or triple installments?????

    (a girl can dream)

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 6:46 am #

      Hi, Mlb,

      Lol… no. But i’m glad you want more!

      aisha

  3. Lady P October 31, 2012 at 7:31 am #

    Reading, dripping…getting pictures in my mind..

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 6:47 am #

      Dear Lady P,

      Exactly as it should be!

      aisha

  4. thesubmissivebf October 31, 2012 at 7:40 am #

    I love the way you think of everything, like a yoga mat…giggle.
    butterfly

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 6:48 am #

      Hi, Butterfly,

      {grinning…} Well, you know, we wouldn’t want minor discomforts to distract her, right?

      aisha

  5. vanillamom October 31, 2012 at 10:41 am #

    oh gods…you wrote that *so* well…that feeling when it all falls away, the pain and pleasure, and carries one up and out and into and out of…everyplace.

    There, I just made of muck of trying to say what you did…it is impossible for me to explain it…yet you captured that quintessential expression of what this experience means to us submissives, especially those of us who are deeply masochistic.

    Blessed be this Samhain, sister…thank you for a story that is both wickedly intense, and intensely erotic.

    nilla

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 6:50 am #

      Thank you, ‘Nilla!!

      Very cool, that you feel like i was able to express it – that’s what it’s like for me, after all, in those most intense moments. Thanks for the kind words, i’m so glad you’re enjoying it!

      hugs,

      aisha

  6. abby October 31, 2012 at 11:11 am #

    I am going to steal nilla words..erotic and intense. This is way more than a dash, I can picture it, and it is sooo arousing!
    hugs abby

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 6:51 am #

      Thank you, Abby!

      O, hmmm, it is more than a dash, isn’t it? But having started with that title, i suppose i’m stuck with it. 🙂

      hugs,

      aisha

  7. quiltraveler October 31, 2012 at 6:32 pm #

    Hello, Aisha. I finally worked up my courage to come over here and “meet” you. I know of you via Word Wytch who is a beloved friend of my Dom and a new friend of mine.

    Hi!

    I have just started reading your blog, this being the very first. Wow! Such perfection of words for the unexpressable. Also pure torture to read as i am hands-off leading up to my first face-to-face with Sir S on Saturday.

    Pleased to meet you.

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 6:57 am #

      Hi, Quiltraveler,

      How nice to meet you! i’m so glad you came over, and commented!

      i’m glad you’re enjoying my fantasy ~ i’m usually much more real life, i don’t know what’s come over me with this particular fantasy, but it seems to write itself.

      And how exciting that you have a first face-to-face coming up! Gosh, i’m excited for you. i’m looking forward to reading more of your blog!!

      Welcome to the blogosphere!

      aisha

      • quiltraveler November 1, 2012 at 1:57 pm #

        Thanks for coming over and visiting my blog. I can’t wait to have some “real life” stuff to post apart from what goes on in my head.

        Your mention of the chopstick nipple clamps sent me on a long and wondrous journey through Google to find oh-so-many delicious things. Even Sir S wasn’t familiar with them. He is now.

        night owl

  8. Wordwytch October 31, 2012 at 6:41 pm #

    Agree with Nilla and Abby. Damn! You got subspace so right. Funny how we all know exactly what you’re talking about… lol… Oh, and I should NOT read this when I have things to do….

    Happy Samhain!

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 7:01 am #

      Hey, Wordwytch,

      It is amazing isn’t it, that we share that experience.

      i was reading somebody the other day – darn it, i can’t think who it was ~ someone fairly new ~ she was saying she doesn’t experience subspace, and is kind of glad cause it seemed intense or intimidating or something. Then she went on to say, well, after a hard spanking, i do feel…. blah, blah, blah, and went on to describe subspace. She ended up saying, “So gosh, maybe that’s what they’re talking about?” It was very sweet, and made me smile. i haven’t done a good job recapping, probably, but it was just very cool.

      hugs,

      aisha

      • Wordwytch November 1, 2012 at 1:52 pm #

        I’ve seen the same thing. It’s like they experience it, but don’t have the vocabulary or the understanding of the vocabulary. It’s like we all know the word and concept of water in English. But… do we know it in Urdu? I see it as a matter of translation, and people new to BDSM simply don’t have the vocab or understanding down pat.

  9. sin October 31, 2012 at 7:09 pm #

    Hmmm, tricky Dom might be a bad thing!
    -sin

    • aisha November 1, 2012 at 7:07 am #

      Hey, Sin,

      Sir Evan raises His eyebrows and says, “Tricky? I hardly think so. I clearly told her what the rule was, and it is intended to teach her impulse control. To stop and think. She’s rather like a puppy in her eagerness to please. Endearing, but in the long run, she will need to be trained to respond more thoughtfully to be truly pleasing.”

      {Sorry, Sin, He hijacked my response… i was going to agree with you.}

      giggling…

      aisha

      • sin November 1, 2012 at 8:09 pm #

        hey Aisha, and is that puppy training story next?

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