All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat

“Shit, what the hell is that it pinches?” she said with a groan.

“It’s a nipple clamp. They can be used for pleasure or punishment. Weren’t you told not to talk?”

“What am I in trouble for? I haven’t done anything bad, have I?” She whined, wishing she could get her hands free. She wanted to take the thing off her nipple, and she wanted to touch Tyler. She wasn’t sure she liked this, but her body was responding.

“You weren’t in trouble until you started talking. I want you to be quiet.” Tyler admonished.

She was so wet she was surprised she wasn’t lying in a puddle. The throbbing in her nipple was going straight to her clit and starting tingles there. She didn’t understand it, but she wanted more. The pain should be a turn-off, but it was turning her on. Maybe she was one of those freaks that liked pain. No, that couldn’t be right.

When they had hurt her back, she hadn’t enjoyed that, but then they hadn’t wanted her to. Tyler seemed to be wanting her to enjoy this. It was torture, but a different kind of torture, not a bad kind. Sexual torture, was that what it was called? Should she let her body enjoy it? Could she stop it if she wanted to?

She thought back to the conversation she had had with Dottie and all the things the woman had told her. Was this what it felt like to be submissive? There was so much she didn’t understand.

“Tyler, is this what submissive is? Is that why you are doing this to me?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, honey, this is what I do to my submissives. I wasn’t punishing you, and all the things I’m doing will increase your pleasure. Are you okay with what I’m doing? Did you and Dottie talk about safe words today?” He knew they had, but didn’t want to let her know that he’d been listening. Derek would be in some deep shit if Dottie knew he had the house wired for sound, and he wasn’t going to do that to his friend.

They had only listened because he had wanted to know what Dottie was telling Tammy and be able to correct any misconceptions she may be left with. But Dottie had done such a good job that there wasn’t a lot left he needed to tell Tammy. If she had paid attention, she should know the basics.

“Yes we did, she told me what she and Derek use and about the stoplight system. What do you use?” She was starting to pant, her body needing relief.

Tyler could see she was responding and wanted to continue. He was done talking.

“For now, let’s use the stoplight system. I don’t think you’ll need to stop or slow me down this time, but I want you to be comfortable and know that you can.” He told her and leaned down to take her other nipple in his mouth. He wanted the other clamp on so that he could proceed with the rest of his plan. Also tightening this clamp until he felt her wince, he flicked each clamp a few times with his fingers. “Not too tight, are they baby?” he asked.

“No, not at all, I always make this face, maybe they could be tightened a little,” she answered sarcastically, not knowing that she should never issue a challenge to a Dom.

“Oh, baby, if you want them tighter, I can do that,” he answered, turning each screw another quarter turn, not too tight yet, but enough that she would notice. She shouldn’t have taunted him.

“Oh shit, I didn’t mean it,” she groaned.

“Then you shouldn’t have said anything,” he told her. “Now, no more talking unless I ask you a question. I have a gag and I’m not afraid to use it.” Saying this, he leaned down and kissed her navel before slipping both hands under her bottom and lifting her to his mouth.

She could tell he wasn’t serious about the gag from the tone of his voice, but it still sent a thrill down her spine.

Licking her clit, he pulled the little button into his mouth and bit lightly, pulling it with his teeth. Spreading her bottom cheeks with his hand, he widened her enough to slip the tip of one finger just inside her. He didn’t want to do more without lube, which he had in his bag, along with a mid-sized butt plug. He was going to start stretching her. He wanted to take her ass soon. She had looked so sexy in her jeans today, it had taken all he had to keep from taking her during their ride.

When he pushed the tip of his finger inside her, she moaned and arched in his hands. Rimming his finger around a few times, he continued working her clit with his mouth. He really wanted her humming before he inserted the plug.

“Oh God, please, please.” She moaned as he continued pushing her. He kept her just on the edge for as long as he dared before reaching for the lube and the plug.

Lubing his fingers first, he pushed one finger all the way inside her, pushing past the ring of muscle that was there to keep him out.

She moaned even louder. “It burns, take it out, take it out,” she said, arching and trying to get away from the thing in her ass.

“Shh, baby, relax, stop pushing against me and it’ll get better.” Tyler was sure that once she gave in and stopped fighting him, she would feel the pleasure. He had known a couple submissives who couldn’t tolerate anal play, and hoped Tammy wasn’t one of them. If she didn’t respond soon he would remove his finger and give her some relief. Usually the more a sub needed release, the quicker their body responded.

Not moving the finger inside her, he continued sucking her clit, pushing her higher.

“Oh, it’s…it’s…the burn, I feel it all the way to my clit, oh…oh…oh, I need to…please.” She groaned incoherently, not able to put her needs into words.

“Yes, baby, I know. I’m going to move my finger around a little. I’ll give you what you need.” Tyler told her, releasing her clit and raising up to lick each little nipple.

Flicking the clamps on her nipples with his tongue, he slowly started rimming his finger around, stretching her. When he felt she had adjusted, he pulled out and, applying more lube, pushed two fingers inside her, scissoring them to stretch her for the plug.

Taking her clit back in his mouth, he licked and sucked, pushing her higher, but not giving her enough to push her over.

Slowly pulling both fingers out, he then pushed three in her and started thrusting them in and out, getting her used to the motion and feel of something there.