Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

He held her close for a while, letting her recover as the cool sea breeze brushed over their bodies, the sun rising in a blaze of triumph over the water. “You did it,” he said, grinning into her hair.

She drew in a sudden breath and sat upright. “Oh, my god,” she cried. “I did! I did it, Sir.” She laughed, twisting back her head to regard him. “I can’t believe it.”

Ryan laughed, too, delighted at the startled, pleased look on his slave girl’s face. “You did. I’m so proud of you.”

She pulled gently away from him and pivoted neatly on the mat so she was now facing him on her knees. Lowering herself with perfect grace, she kissed the head of his cock, licking away a bit of lingering come from its tip. Raising her head, she said, still beaming, “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re most welcome, Abbie,” Ryan replied, charmed. He shifted and got to his feet. Standing over the still-kneeling girl, he added, “Let’s wash up and get some breakfast. Then it’s time for your correction.”

~*~

Master Ryan opened the hinged top of the kennel cage. “Climb in and position yourself on your hands and knees.”

Abbie was still riding high from the astonishing feat of making herself come in front of another person—a definite first in her thirty-one years. He’d made it incredibly easy. By the time he’d ordered her to come, she couldn’t have held back if she’d tried.

The last of her lingering euphoria evaporated, however, as she climbed into the rectangular cage and assumed the position in the confining space. The thick pad beneath her cushioned her limbs, but she had to duck her head as he closed the lid of the cage.

A shiver of unease traveled down her spine when he clicked a padlock in place. While she wasn’t claustrophobic, something about the finality of that metallic sound was a little frightening. Unlike the snug embrace of the leather strap cage, this felt much more like a punishment.

Master Ryan crouched in front of her. He removed a center bar, creating a square opening just a little larger than her head. “Stick your head through the hole,” he directed, “and open your mouth.”

Abbie did as she was told, too well trained to ask why. She would find out soon enough.

Master Ryan left her for a moment and then returned, a bright red ball gag in his hands.

Fuck. She hated ball gags with a passion.

He pushed the rubber ball between her teeth, forcing her tongue back toward her throat. As he buckled the harness around her head, he said, “If you need to use your safeword, you can use the universal hand signal of opening and closing your fist. But unless there’s a real emergency, that shouldn’t be an issue. I want you to take this correction with the grace I know you possess.”

He leaned back so she could see his face. He was so damned good looking it distracted her, but she forced herself to pay attention.

“I want you to really think about what happened, and why it matters,” he continued, his tone gentle but firm. “You claim you long for a total power exchange. That’s not an easy thing to achieve, and I don’t expect perfection. But being my slave means you take nothing for granted. You make no assumptions. You follow my rules and you obey me to the letter.”

Unable to speak, Abbie could only nod her assent. She’d earned this correction and would accept it with stoic grace.

Ball gag firmly in place, Abbie immediately began to drool, unable to help herself. The rubber ball tasted acrid in her mouth. She tried but was unable to swallow.

Master Ryan rose and stepped out of her line of vision again. She could hear him rustling nearby.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can and stick your ass back against the bars,” he said from behind her.

Abbie complied as best she could, her movements restricted by the position of her head between the front bars. She was startled by the something cold and gooey being smeared on her asshole.

Was he going to fuck her? Her clit hardened at the prospect.

But no—it wasn’t his lovely cock that pressed between her ass cheeks. It was the hard, chilly silicone of a butt plug—by the feel of it, a big one. She grunted against the ball gag as the thick phallus was pushed home. She squealed involuntarily as the flared base forced its way inside her, causing a sudden, sharp spasm of pain.

Once seated, the plug wasn’t painful, though it was larger than she was used to. She would have liked to shift a little to accommodate it better. In her confined position, that wasn’t an option.

This is a punishment. It’s not supposed to be comfortable.

As if to reiterate her unspoken reminder, Master Ryan reached through the bars behind her and tugged on her left outer labium. A moment later, the painful pinch of a clover clamp bit down on her flesh. He stretched her right labium and let a second clamp close over it in another blinding flash of pain.