This story is not just a BDSM story but a dark sex novel in 10 parts. Readers should bear in mind this story is pure fantasy. It involves Ava and Lorenzo’s unusual sex life and predictions and certainly gets darker as it progresses.
It involves some of the more unusual and painful BDSM themes and, whilst I have personally tried some of the less painful practices (a good spanking is a particular favourite) I haven’t indulged in strappado, whipping or caning or the medical device aspects. And, of course, no-one conflicts non-consensual sex.
Homecoming
Lorenzo drive Ava home from the restaurant in silence, letting her imagination of the future consequences of her failure to comply with all his wishes as her master to build in her mind. At this point, her concerned, circulation thoughts were his ally.
Her shame and horror at having failed him so quickly pushing her rapidly towards where he wanted her. A willing sex slave who would be putty in his hands, over the following hours.
He parked the car in front of their garage, stopping the engine.
“Get out Ava, and stand by the front of the car,” he commanded.
She smoothed her dress down carefully, consciousness of her lack of underwear before getting out of the car. She could feel the cool breeze across her soft labia, making her skin tingle. Ava stood mutely beside the car as he walked around, getting something from the rear of the car. He strode back round towards her with a blanket, throwing it over the curved edge of the car bonnet.
“This will help avoid you getting any burns. Hands on the bonnet of the car, Ava. Lean right back.”
Lorenzo took out the key to the electronic double dildo harness Ava had been wearing, the device that he had been pleasure her with throughout lunch. Almost immediately she realized what he intended to do. With a combined look of horror and embarrassment at being so naked in public, Ava’s legs began to shake, in expectation of what was to come. He could see the tiny look of fear spread across her face, a sudden expectation of what was about to happen.
“Spread your legs open for me Ava. That’s it, wide open.”
She moved her legs apart obediently. Bent backwards, her face was a bright blush. Lorenzo lifted up her short dress, taking his time, leaving her pink nakedness completely open to all and anyone in the neighborhood who was looking out of a window or passing by.
The black harness belt, clearly visible too now, had left a wide pink band around her waist, where it had embedded into her flesh.
Not only did Ava form a lewd public display, her Stance was very uncomfortable, the bonnet still hot from the engine. He grabbed the waist band, slowly undoing the lock. The leather strap between her legs swung forward, the dress hem rising up, exposing her vulva.
He ran his hand up her inner thigh teasingly, then up between her legs, hooking a finger in her crotch at the joint where the straw connectd the two vibrators. Ava winced. He pulled hard downwards. Along with a gush of feminine juices, both vibrators were suddenly sucked out of their soft inner sanctums.
“Aah!” Ava cried, leaking fluid out and down her legs in runnels.
Lorenzo cast the waist harness and straws aside on the rug covered bonnet. Lying there, the contraction looking like a medieval torture device, the two dildos pointing accusingly at Ava, spread out on the middle of the rough tartan wool blanket she was leaning on.
With her orifices suddenly free of the device, he caught a musky aroma exuding from Ava’s body, wafting over to him in the light wind. He could smell that she was ready for him once again.
He bent in towards Ava, making her lean even further back. He reached behind her, checking with his index finger how far the anal rubber cock had stretched her open. Ava had felt her insides starting to return to normal, after two hours of the silicane dildos buried deep inside her, but still gasped at his sudden intrusion.
He then probed her pussy, pushing two fingers deep into her, seeing how the large eight inch dildo had begun to make her vagina self-lubricate copiously. She cried out softly as he then pushed three fingers deep up inside her vagina, thrusting them in and out quickly.
Ava’s body was rocking back and forth on the bonnet with the strength of his arm strokes as he massed her G-spot mercilessly.
Ava gasped in exercise once more, then her legs spasmed, driving another groan from her as he forcedly made her cum again.
All the time Lorenzo was looking into her eyes, making sure she knew that this was a public showing, of her admission to failing to comply with all of the instructions he had given her as his slave.
He pulled his hand out from her, wiping the sticky fluids off, over her rumpled dress, until he was satisfied his fingers were clean.
“Stay there until I say. I’ve had enough of your disobedience.”
Lorenzo took his time walking up the driveway and unlocking the house front door. He turned to look at Ava, leaning back on the hot car bonnet, her hands and bum red hot. As an SUV pulled into the end of their road Lorenzo saw Ava glance at it, concerned, as it slowly drove on by the house.
The driver had stared directly at her, bemused, as he went past. But Ava stayed still, bent backwards over the bonnet, her cunt and lips fully exposed, smeared, dripping with Lorenzo’s creamy cum.
Lorenzo left the door open, then beckoned Ava in. Ava scalded her hand levering herself off the bonnet of the car. As she came in through the porch door, he let her go past him, turning round in the long hallway to look at her. She looked dishevelled, done, spent.
On unsteady feet she curried quickly to where he had pointed for her to go, into the living room. He followed her into the room.
“Assume the standing slave position, Ava.”
Ava stood in the centre of the room, hands held behind her back, head hanging low. Lorenzo paced back and forth in front of her, then turned on her savagely.
“Well, it seems you cannot follow simple instructions. Did I not instruct you not to orgasm, at any time, without my permission?”
“Yes master. You did.”
“And did I give you permission to cum at any time today?”
“No master. You did not.”
“So, are you telling me you cannot follow my orders as master? Is that it, Ava?”
She whispered her reply, sobbing out the words, “Yes master.”
“Tell me that you are a worthless, disobedient slave. Say it loud and clearly Ava. What are you, slave?”
“I am a worthless, disobedient slave, master,” Ava called out.
“Louder. I want all of Our neighbors to hear.”
She swallowed, then explosively yelled at the top of her lungs.
“Master, I am a worthless, disobedient slave!”
Lorenzo resumed pacing, letting the words she had shouted sink in. Allowing her time to realize how badly she had failed his strict instructions. Allowing time for tears of failure to start. More importantly, time for Ava to begin to ponder what might come next.
“So, Ava, what should I do with you now? Perhaps I shouldn’t do anything with you, if you cannot live up to my requirements.”
“Master, please. I can do what you ask. I will do anything!”
Ava began to sob louder, tears cascading down her face in soft brown living streaks, ruining her carefully applied eye makeup.
“I do want to be truly yours, master. Please, let me make it up to you! I’ll be an obedient slave. I promise. Please master!”
“You will do everything I want? Accept that you are mine as my slave, completely. To do with what I will? Do you accept all that?”
“Yes master. I am yours. Use me and take me as you please!”
Lorenzo grabbed Ava by her long dark hair, throwing her down onto her knees by the fireside. He put his hand on the back of her expensive summer dress, ripping off allthe small buttons up the back. He grabbed the dress hem, wrenching and tearing the fabric as he pulled it roughly up over her buttons, above her waist, ripping it all the way round her torso, exposing her naked breasts.
The designer dress hung around Ava’s neck in tatters at the front, like a torn flag. He divered his hand down between her legs, checking her moistness, pushing Ava’s knees apart with his feet.
The wide kneeing position exposed her anal bud and vagina, twin orifices that were pointing backwards at him, accusingly. Ava’s labia lips were spread open, damp, luscious and ready. Gripping her long hair tightly again, he forced her forehead down onto the carpet. Ava was panting in fear and expectation, her stomach raising and falling rapidly, her face thrust into the deep pile, completely obscuring her vision of what he was about to do behind her.
Calmly unzipping his fly, Lorenzo massed his penis for a few seconds, getting it fully hard. Then, in one quickmovement, he pushed his finger deep into her anus, lifting her up by her anal bud.
He knelt behind her then and, with a single long thrust, Lorenzo rammed his cock as deep as possible into Ava’s sopping vagina.
With no time for her to adjust her position, head held hard down on the floor, she squirmed as he fucked her as hard as he could.
Enjoying her initial resistance, he could feel Her vagina clenching tightly around his hard manhood. Then, as he pumped, her tempo changed and he felt a warmer yielding of her depths.
“Yes, please master!”
Ava cried out in a combination of pain and loyal submission.
After a few minutes of this pumping pounding, she began to moan gently each time his cock thrust into her, her hurt mingled with began ecstasy. Grasping her neck, he pulled her head back off the floor, holding her high up on her knees. Ava was pinioned on his cock, the weight of her upper body hanging by her hair.
With every heavy slow driveand thrust inside her, Lorenzo tugged her head hard backwards. With each lunge, Ava began to scream in a combination of pain, tears and lust.
Nearing the orgasm he sought, he pulled his cock out of her with a low slurping sound, a thin trail of her juices dribbling onto the soft carpet. Lorenzo turned her round by her hair, pulling her face towards his groin. Barely pausing to let her catch her breath, he thrust her delicate red lips over his angry, rigid, dripping cock.
He fucked her willing, gaping mouth, careful to keep the pressure and drive of his cock to the point where her mouth was fully stuffed.
He could feel her tongue desperately trying to wrap itself around the underside of his penis, to prevent him going in too far. At one point he felt the tip of his penis just touch the back of her throat, almost causing her to gag. This was the submission he sought.
As his cock lunged over and over, near the back of her throat, Lorenzo came close to his release. Wit one final tense movement, he pushed his cock in deep, holding her lips up hard against his flat stomach, moving her head from side to side. He held her nose gently. Ava spluttered, desperately trying to get a breath of air.
As Lorenzo felt his rigid veined penis about to pump the spurting release that he had held back for so long, down her willing throat, he withdraw quickly from her mouth. Ava gulped in lungful’s of air.
He took aim and spewed his hot seed all over her, catching the corner of her eye with the intensity of the initial sperm blast, sending streams of ivory cum into her shiny hair. His cock pulsed a second time, delivering a cascade of jism on her chin and left breast.
Holding her head still, inches from his still spasming cock, he watched her begin to open her eyes, blinking back the salty cum embedded in her sticky eyeshes, still gasping for air like a fish.
She choked out some of the rich frothy sperm he had dispensed into her mouth. Creamy white, stringy cum dripped down over her rounded breasts, dripping slowly down her belly onto soft thighs.
He released her hair and Ava collapsed to the floor, craving each breath. Lorenzo stood over her, panting. He moved to one side, ordering her to strip naked in front of him, watching her intently as she removed the final remain of her ripped and stained dress.
The rest of that day were driven by Lorenzo’s heady lust. For over three hours he kept her body’s orifices fully occupied with his masterly ministers. All apart from her anus. It was late in the evening when Lorenzo finally told Ava that he was done with her.
She staggered to her feet, feeling thoroughly used. Spent. In the bathroom she looked herself up and down in the mirror. Her face and body were covered from head to toe in sticky trails of dried and fresh cum. She had light bruises on her arms and neck where Lorenzo had held her down. She cleaned herself up as best she could, pulling on the spare pair of panties she kept in her bag.
She was finally free. She had endured his session as her full master.
Tears welling up in her bright green eyes, she grabbed the night bag she kept at his place and ran out of the bathroom, past Lorenzo. He tried to grab her arm, but she shucked off his hand.
“What did you think of that slave session then, Ava?”
She ignored him, pulling on a top and jeans, throwing in a few work and casual clothes from the closet. Not seeing any shoes to hand, she put back on the high heels he had made her wear.
“Ava, are you OK? Talk to me Ava?”
Without a goodbye or any other word to him Ava dashed out of the front door, wanting to get away from the house as fast as possible, needing time to herself to gather and process the turbulent thoughts and Feelings tumbling through her head. Not used to running in the high heels, she nearly tripped in the drive, but then steadied herself, rushing to her car parked on a nearby street.
Her hands were shaking as she pressed the car’s remote, trying to open up the doors. She slumped into the driver’s seat, feeling used, abused and violent. Ahe couldn’t possibly be the slave Lorenzo needed her to be. Not forever, not the way he clearly wanted. It was all too much.
Dispite the astounding sensings her body had experienced, and the amazing orgasms she’d had all day, she believed he had been Impossibly selfish with her. Surely being her master was about more than this? Ava felt it had been all about his pleasure, especially the way he had taken her to the broke of coming, yet refusing her release even whilst he took his own pleasure, over and over again.
Trembling, she put the key in the car’s ignition. Ava thought back over the whole day, feeling it was possible that she might never want to see Lorenzo again. All she could think was the relationship, in her mind, was as close to being over as it ever had been.
Ava needed a lot more time to think.To work out what all this day of master and slave had really meant to her and their future together. She drove off into the night, handling the car carefully as her hands and legs still shook, heading for the nearest movie.
Acceptance
Ava spent the next few days with her mind in turmoil. Her head told her to leave Lorenzo, to find someone who could love her for who she felt she was, a sexual submissive. Not What they wanted her to be, a slave at their beck and call. But every time she thought of the things Lorenzo had done to her, her anger and aversion was overcome by her heart, racing with the anticipation of what she’d felt when he’d performed all of those invasive things on her body.
She remembered the astounding intensity of her orgasm, driven by the fact that she knew she was simply no longer in control. Much of what she loved about it all was the fact she simply didn’t know what he might ask her to do, or what would happen next.
Emotions began to surgeThrough her, memories of all of the situations he’d put her in less than a day ago, causing her head to throb in time with her quickening pulse. Her belly was filled with the same strange sensing she recalled from when, as a young girl, a sudden new experience or strange sight would both frighten and fascinate her. Being a submissive was a bit like being dangled over the edge of a cliff by your lover.
She knew she had Already began to change, to feel more subservient in Lorenzo’s presence, but in an accepting way rather than that downtrodden feeling many women felt with some men.
Lorenzo had told her what to do, but also made her feel wanted and special, nothing like the feeling you got if a woman was badly treated at work by an unfair male boss. Nor like the anger that came from being taken for granted, or being made to feel Your opinions weren’t being taken seriously. And certainly not that feeling of intense frustration many women got at work. That impression that, ifyou showed initiative, you were somehow less worthy in doing what you did than if you had been a man doing exactly the same role.
No, what Lorenzo made her feel inside, each time he took her and made her submit to his sexual will, was far more than that. It started with a deep knowledge, a gracious acceptance that her purpose at that particular moment was to please Lorenzo. For some reason this gave her a strange secure feeling, like he was protecting her, as well as both mastering her and conquering her too.
He didn’t make her do things and abuse her sexually like a sadist might. Whilst he made her endure sexual pain, it was clear to her that part of the pleasure he took himself was in asking her intimate questions, listening to her own sexual needs, as part of mastering her. Ava also suspected that, whilst getting her to do exactly what he liked, he also had her most popular subservient pleasures at the heart of much of their sexual activity together.
He deliveredBoth the most indescribable pleasure and pain to her body, doing things she had never imagined would be able to be asked of any partner. Totally unlike the ninety percent of straight lacened men her girlfriends told her about. Those men who saw women as sex objects, rather than mutually adventurous sexual partners.
Ava guessed what the truth was. Whilst a large component of their relationship was overtly sexual, she retired The knowledge they maintained their roles at all times together. A master and slave dynamic that drive everything they did both with and to each other.
She thought of tales she’d read of medieval times. The way a Sultan might demand the presence of one or more concubines for sex, at any time of the day or night. Lorenzo might treat her like a sex slave, but he had no harem of women, he was only interested in her. In fact, she’d never seen him even look at another woman.
She recognized it was a full-time job being a master and handling your chosen slave, making sure you were both kept sexually satisfied.
She took her clothes off slowly, testing the movie bed, thinking hard about what the day’s events had meant. Whether she wanted all of this with Lorenzo, and whether she really wanted to go back to the house again the next day, to take things onto the next stages he clearly had planned out for her, in her role as his submissive.
Ava awoke early the following day, a bright dawn slanting in with a rosy glow through the movie room’s ivory curtains. The corners of her mouth and throat were sore where Lorenzo had pushed his cock hard between her lips. Her vagina ached too, her cliporis began to throb gently at the memory of how forcedly he’d taken her.
Dispite everything that had happened the previous day Ava felt refreshed, sleep always helping her decision exactly what she was going to do next. Making herself a coffee from the kettle and pot in the room, she thought about her feelings for Lorenzo once again.
She was willing to go back to him, to see where this master and slave lifestyle took her. But she’d make decisions on whether this was what she wanted in their future together, one day at a time.
She throw her holdall into the front seat of her sports car. Driving back the short distance to their joint home, she began to smile as the old song ‘walking my baby back home’ came on the radio. She doubted whether the songwriter had ever experienced the things she had yesterday, walking along with the ‘tempter’ pushed up inside her bum and vagina, vibrating motors running at full throttle.
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