Secrets & Submission

“Do you remember your safe word?” I ask again.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but she doesn’t falter with her words.

I add pressure to my grip, careful to avoid her windpipe. Some think choking is about the throat. It’s not. That’s dangerous and more than a little damaging. I only put a small amount of pressure on her carotid artery. It’ll make Ella light-headed, and heighten the pleasure. “Eyes open and on me,” I command her, barely squeezing, only testing. Her dark gaze stays on mine as I add a bit more pressure.

Her nipples pebble and a blush flushes her skin.

“How much do you trust me?” I ask.

“With my life,” she says.

“You know that’s in my hands right now, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes, sir,” she says.

“Do you like that feeling, jailbird?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, but I already know she does. Her body writhes as she hangs helplessly for me. Bending down, I flick the vibrator on and I press it between her legs. Her back bows slightly.

“Be still, Ella,” I command, leaving no room in my tone for argument, “and keep your eyes open.” She does as instructed and the moment I find that sweet spot, I know it. Her bottom lip drops and strangled moans leave her. I murmur, “There it is.”

With my left hand controlling the wand and the right back at her throat, I give her pleasure like she’s never felt before.

I put a little more pressure on until her pupils expand and she struggles to stay still. “Come for me, Ella,” I whisper, holding her gaze.

“Oh,” she says in a breathy voice and her toes curl, making her entire body sway as she loses her balance.

“Light-headed?” I ask, checking in.

“Yes,” she says. “I almost feel …”

“High?”

“Yes,” she answers. “It feels good,” she adds and she’s far too calm, so I turn up the vibrations with the press of my thumb. As her lips form a perfect O, I question, “Being choked?”

“No,” she struggles to answer and then pushes out the next statement in a rush. “You having so much control.”

I arch an eyebrow at her. “Sir,” she finishes, the one word a pitch higher as her head falls back. I keep the pressure steady, feeling her pulse pound beneath my fingers and let her come. And she does, so beautifully. My cock twitches with need at the sight of her, lost in pleasure.

She heaves in a breath after I take my hand away from her neck. “Now stay still, my good girl.”

I step back and watch her struggle to compose herself. She’s already come twice and I imagine a third is going to wear her out. I’m aiming for four, though.

Pulling a small silver clicker out of my pocket, I tell her, “One click equals one spank.” Her eyes fly open wide and she readjusts herself, paying attention. I raise the clicker in the air and press my thumb down. “There’s one. I told you to be still.”

This is a simple game, but it’ll be difficult for her and we both know it. I’m setting her up to fail, but she will love being disciplined and it keeps her from being tempted to talk back, to disobey in any way. She’ll enjoy the sweet pain of punishment as often as she needs.

Because I will set her up to fail. She needs it.

Ella attempts to stay still, but she bites at her lip watching me. “There’s two. Keep your eyes on me,” I tell her, releasing the bonds from above her head. “Stay still with your arms at your side.” I lower each, rubbing her wrists as I do.

Her hands are resting loosely by her sides, but as I watch her, as I take in her beautiful naked body, one of her fingers flexes. “There’s three,” I say and she swallows audibly.

I make her stand there for three minutes as I pace around her. Kissing where I’d like and checking her wrists and throat. It must feel like an eternity. For the person trying to stay still, of course it does. Staying still isn’t a hardship until someone else orders you to do it. It’s easy until you have to.

By the time the three minutes is up, Ella is trembling. I don’t count that against her. That’s just her muscles. In all, she’s earned herself thirteen spanks.

The bed groans as I sit on the edge of it, my cock eager to be buried inside of her. I could have her ride the horse or the bench, but I crave her like this for tonight.