Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden 3)

"Hands, Devney."

I didn't know what he intended; the ropes weren't thick, nor very long. He'd vowed not to hurt me, so I trusted that the punishment he was meting would not be painful. I took a deep breath and held them out.

"You are clearly in heat and your mind can only think about coming. I'm sure the need to come was quite strong for you to disobey me. Therefore, you need help in keeping your hands off your pussy." He tied a string around each wrist, knotting it so that it was snug, but not tight. I might be able to work the rope free if I tried, but I doubted that would serve me well. Taking

the end of one string, he brought it up and threaded it through one of the bars of the nipple trainer. Carefully, he tied a knot there. There was some slack in the rope; I could move my arms freely across my body, up to my face, even to reach my back or shoulder. But there was no way I could lower my hand below my waist without tugging on my already stretched nipple. He did the other, then stepped back.

"There. That should take care of the problem. You may now go back to riding the dildo. I can see from here you were enjoying it, the dildo and the doorframe around it are coated in your juices."

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that he was correct. My face heated and I glanced at the men, mortified.

"You're starting early on the nipple training, aren't you?" Grant asked.

Mr. Bridger pointed his chin toward the doorway. "Go Devney. I want to watch." He gave me a pointed look so I remained silent and obeyed. He hadn't punished me. He hadn't raised his voice or barely touched me when I disobeyed. He'd corrected me. "It will please me to see you work yourself until you come."

I nodded balefully and went back to kneel as I had before. He wanted to see me come? He wanted me to pleasure myself still, even after I'd disobeyed? I lifted my skirt up once again, got back into position.

"Sorry, Grant." Mr. Bridger replied. "To answer your question, she has very flat nipples. They need to be stretched right away. I didn't want to wait at all."

Grant moved to lean against a wall, crossing one leg over the other as he watched me push myself onto the dildo. I was sure he could see it spreading my lips apart. "Then you're being smart. It's important for nipples to be large. Maura can give Devney some advice when they meet."

"Much obliged," he replied.

I began to slowly rock back and forth, careful to place my hands near enough to my nipples so I wouldn't overextend the rope. With my hands directly beneath my shoulders, there was plenty of slack, but I knew if I tried to reach back to my pussy, it would really hurt. So I closed my eyes and focused on being filled. The plug in my ass was so large, and with the dildo buried in me, the two together felt so good.

"You're going with a plug instead of a cork for her?" Cole asked. I recognized his deep voice from earlier.

In. Out. Roll the hips.

"She has a gorgeous, virgin ass. I want it to be nice and tight when I fuck her there. Not just the first time, but every time. That doesn't mean she can't be filled, so she's got a nice big one in there."

I started to become a little restless; I wasn't getting any closer to coming. It was as if I'd hit a plateau and couldn't go any higher. My hand reached back and I felt the tug on my nipple and I moaned, not only by the reminder, but because of frustration.

"The rope is simple, but very effective," Grant said.

Ooh! I wanted to yell at the man for being so patronizing, but I knew I shouldn't be so angry. It wasn't him; it was the fact that I couldn't come! The dildo was too small. It didn't go in deep enough and it wasn't wide enough to stretch me and rub against all the special places Mr. Bridger seemed to find. It was so warm in the stable. The air thick and my skin beaded with perspiration. My legs were becoming tired. I pushed back all the way, my bottom resting against the doorframe. I stopped and turned pleading eyes on Mr. Bridger.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"It's too small," I replied, my words laden with frustration.

"Too small?"

"I can't ... come." I started crying. My need, my angst at not reaching completion ebbed out in tears.

Mr. Bridger came over to me and knelt down beside me. He brushed my tangled hair back from my face. "Do you need my cock, baby?"

I nodded against his warm palm.

"All right. Work yourself off the dildo," he crooned. I did what he said and he helped me up. My skirt fell back to the ground. "This won't do. The skirt's going to be in the way." He worked the buttons free at my waist and let the skirt drop to the floor.

"Now, come over here to the pen and hold on to the top rail."

There was a small enclosure with a half fence surrounding it. Straw was on the floor and it appeared to be used to isolate a horse or perhaps for foaling. I grabbed hold of the wood that came a little above waist height. Fortunately, this height allowed for plenty of slack in the rope.

Mr. Bridger moved right up behind me and I could feel his hard cock through his pants on my bare bottom. "Lift your leg, baby, and place it on the bottom rail. Good. Now move your foot wider. Even wider. Good. Just like that."

"Before you get your fucking, you get your spanking. Ten this time. Gentleman, I need to take care of my wife, then I'll be able to get back to work."