“Good…” he purrs in that sexy Russian accent.
My senses suddenly come back into sharp focus as he stands behind me, swinging the nines lazily, making me wait for that first strike.
I have never been so scared. Out of nowhere, I start to cry.
He chuckles. “I take pleasure in your tears, radost moya.”
I whimper softly, glancing in the mirror when he releases that first stroke. Fire erupts on my back as I cry out a painful, “One…” He crisscrosses the next stroke with the same intensity, and I scream, “Two…” His strokes are focused, dragging a beast-like shriek from me when I try to voice the next number.
He growls lustfully, turned on by my agony, and commands, “Come for me.”
I shake my head in disbelief. Not because I want to disobey him, but because I think it’s impossible while his fiery strokes continue. But it’s as if my body is connected to him now, desiring his pleasure. I shift my focus to that buzzing tool between my legs.
I cannot drown out the fierce pain his nines incite, but it becomes melded with the stimulation of the wand. With concentration, I am able to build on it until my next climax hovers on the edge.
“Da,” he purrs behind me just as the nines cut through the air, landing on my back.
His verbal encouragement, coupled with the stroke of his nines, sets off a chain reaction in both my mind and body. My entire being shudders as I am taken over by an intense orgasm born of unbearable pain and intense pleasure.
Rytsar pauses for a moment, letting me savor it. But, just as it ends, the nines start up again, and I howl in pain.
“Radost moya…” Rytsar says my name with a dangerously lustful tone that calls to the submissive in me.
My next orgasm follows, rocking my body with painful flames of desire. It is like the spiciest of foods in its addictiveness. As much as it hurts, I want more, even though it might hurt me. Before I know it, my thoughts, feelings, and the physical stimuli meld into one. I am no longer aware, lost to where I am and what is happening…
“Come back to me.”
The voice of my Master pulls me back from subspace. With great effort, I open my eyes and I gaze into his. I feel his warm hand caressing my cheek, and I sigh in contentment.
“You are not done, my dear.”
I let out a small gasp as he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to a new room where the other Doms are waiting for me. This one has mirrors on all four walls.
Sir sets me down but holds me steady because I am still groggy.
Boa stands naked before me, his enormously large cock proudly announcing its need for my body.
“You will be taking him,” Sir informs me.
“Yes, Master.”
I know the challenge Boa’s cock presents, but I am eager to give in to its girth and length.
Master Anderson surprises me when he takes off his cowboy hat and tosses it to the side before unbuttoning his jeans. His shaft, which is equally impressive in its massive size, escapes the confines of his jeans and points straight at me as if seeking me out.
“You will be taking both of us, darlin’.”
Luckily, Sir is still supporting me when my knees buckle. Both men at once? This is DP on an impossible level.
I watch, speechless, as Master Anderson finishes undressing and holds out his hand to me.
No safeword.
Sir gently pushes me forward. I step toward Master Anderson, my heart beating out of my chest.
My stomach does a flip when he takes my hand and squeezes it.
There’s no turning back for me.
Boa lies down on an ivory tantra chair set in the middle of the room and begins stroking his cock as he stares lustfully at my body.
I glance over at Rytsar, who is now fully dressed again. The look on his face is like that of a hungry animal. He is eager to watch this impossible coupling.
I swallow hard as Master Anderson guides me over to Boa and helps position me.
“Take all of him, téa,” Sir commands.
This I can do. I press my pussy against the head of Boa’s huge cock and moan in pleasure as it breaches my opening, stretching me wide. Because of his length and girth, it requires a period of concentrated effort to take his entire shaft. I let out little cries of discomfort as I force my body to take all of him. By the time my pussy is pressing against his balls, I am sweaty and panting from the sheer strain his cock demands of my pussy.
He stares at his massive cock buried inside my wet mound and tells me in a husky voice, “There’s nothing sexier than a woman taking the full length of my shaft.”
Boa grabs my hips with both hands and lifts me up. I cry out as he slowly forces me back down on his cock. I am now focused on his substantial shaft, unable to think of anything or anyone else as I mentally force my body to relax and surrender to him.
Eventually, the two of us find a pleasurable rhythm, my body molding around him. My swollen G-spot is helpless against the constant friction his cock provides. I stiffen just before release, moaning loudly as I orgasm.
I hear the other men watching, make sounds of sexual excitement—a grunt, a quiet groan, a low, lustful growl. Their masculine utterances turn me on even more.
Boa gives me a sexy smack, when Sir commands that he make me come again. With strong arms, Boa begins pumping me up and down on his shaft again, faster and faster, stealing my breath away as my body struggles to conform to his energetic rhythm.
Once again, I find myself surrendering to the painful girth of his cock and relishing it as I come again. I make little whimpering sounds, the intense pulses caused by the constant stimulation driving me wild. I throw back my head, gasping as I come.
“Hold her,” Sir commands.
Boa wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest, holding me still while my pussy milks his giant cock. As I lay there with my cheek against his sweaty chest, I am surrounded by his masculine scent and find it intoxicating. His scent permeates my senses, adding to the erotic dynamic of this encounter.
We are both subs at the mercy of Sir’s whims and desires, taking pleasure in our mutual submission to my Master’s will. It is an entirely new experience, and I revel in it.
As I lay there, slowly coming down from the ecstasy of my last orgasm, I hear the distinct sound of lubricant being massaged on taut skin.
The fear returns. I tense in Boa’s arms, realizing that the time has come for their double penetration. My pussy is already stretched past capacity. I cannot imagine taking Master Anderson’s cock in my ass, much less doing so with Boa’s buried deep inside me.
This is the greatest challenge I have ever faced, and I am unsure if I will survive it.
Master Anderson moves beside me so I can watch as he liberally coats his impressive shaft with the lubricant. It seems to grow even bigger with his manual stimulation.
My eyes widen, staring in terrified fascination at his massive shaft, wondering how much I will be forced to take.
Rytsar sniffs the air and smiles. “I smell your fear, radost moya.”
I glance over at Sir. His eyes locked on me, a look of avarice in his expression that I haven’t seen before. My body shivers under his intense gaze, and I am aroused by it.
I hear the unbuckling of a belt and watch as Rytsar removes his dress pants and pulls out his rigid cock. His lustful expression as he stares at me makes my body tingle with anticipation.
Both Sir and Rytsar walk toward me.
As they approach, I feel as if I am about to faint, not knowing how much they will expect of me. My imagination is running wild.
Sir orders Boa to let me go.
Sir reaches out and lifts my chin. I tremble at the feel of his touch, responding to the electricity of it. I look up at him with fear and adoration.
“My goddess, I am well pleased.”
I smile, basking in his praise.
“But I want more.”
“Yes, Master,” I answer, silently wondering if this will be my
undoing.
“We are going to dominate not only your body, but also your will, téa.”
My pussy instinctually constricts in pleasure hearing this. The submissive in me longs for the level of domination these men offer, but I have never truly sacrificed my will before. Always, I have had the power to walk away if things go past my endurance.
The session with the bullwhip and the cat o’ nines was only the prelude to this ultimate sacrifice of will. I hope to experience the greatest of submissive ecstasy.
I am standing on a precipice, about to freefall with no net to save me. I gaze at Sir, drawn to his lustful need. The love and devotion I have for him remains unfaltering. I long to please him—no matter the cost.
My bottom lip trembles. “If it pleases you, Master.”
Those simple but powerful words seal my fate.
The four men grunt their approval, their eyes flashing with excitement now that I have officially laid my will down at their feet.
Sir caresses my cheek, and the pride I see in his eyes fortifies my heart, infusing me with courage.
“Anderson will claim your ass while Durov lays claim to your mouth.”
I nod in understanding.
“You will keep your eyes locked on mine the entire time. I want to see every emotion play out on your face.”
By commanding that my eyes remain open, he has taken away my one escape. Now I must be fully present and aware through the entire scene.
I’m finding it hard to swallow, to breathe, to even think.
Sir kneels down beside the chair and cradles my face with both hands. He leans in and kisses me. His kiss is tender and sweet—like a blessing.
The ache of my devotion cannot be satisfied.
When he pulls away, I know he has taken my will from me. I am theirs—all barriers stripped away.
Master Anderson positions himself behind me and I feel his finger, slippery with lubricant, slip inside my tight opening. He liberally coats the inner walls of my ass to ready it for penetration. I then feel the pressure of his cock press against my taut hole, but he stills himself, waiting.
I whimper, the anticipation of his penetration driving me wild.
Rytsar straddles the tantra chair, his cock level with my mouth.
“Ride Boa’s cock,” Sir tells me.
I start rocking my hips, and my body is instantly reminded of Boa’s generous girth. While looking at Sir, I mentally force my body to relax and hear Boa’s appreciative groan as I coat his shaft with my excitement.
It is true…I desire this—to be used for pleasure.
“Open your mouth,” Sir commands huskily. “But keep those beautiful eyes on me.”
I rest one hand on Boa’s muscular chest, grasping Rytsar’s hard cock with the other. I wrap my lips around the smooth head of his shaft while keeping my gaze locked on Sir. I know the Russian’s cock well and purr when I taste his precome.
My eyes are on my Master, and I see that he is pleased. For a brief second, I forget everything but Sir.
“Claim her,” Sir commands, his eyes gleaming with that look of avarice I’d seen before.
Master Anderson grabs my waist and holds me as he forcefully presses the head of his cock against my resistant pink rosette.
A cold chill rushes through me, but I override the primal instinct to resist and allow Master Anderson inside.
“That’s it, darlin’. Let me in.”
He presses harder and my cries are muffled by Rytsar’s cock as Master Anderson begins to breach my opening.
I freeze up, my body overwhelmed by the intense sensation.
Sir can see that my body is fighting against this. In a velvety voice, he tells me, “I want to see the expression on your face when the head of his cock slips in.”
The command has been given.
“Suck my cock, radost moya,” Rytsar growls seductively, pushing his cock deep into my throat. I concentrate on his cock and moan in pleasure as Boa begins playing with my breasts.
The tugging and squeezing of my nipples primes my body for deeper penetration, not only coating Boa with my wetness, but also naturally relaxing my muscles. I suddenly recall that Boa’s Mistress had played with my nipples during my practicum with Boa when I became personally acquainted with his mighty shaft that first time.
I realize that both men are helping me, so I suck harder on Rytsar’s cock, moving in rhythm with Boa’s tugging of my nipples.
It relaxes my clenched muscles enough that Master Anderson is able to push in. I scream against Rytsar’s shaft in discomfort and excitement as I feel the head of his massive cock enter my ass.
“Oh, shit…” Boa groans passionately as his hands squeeze my breasts roughly. I can only imagine what this must feel like for him.
I am left gasping and panting, unsure how I can survive having two giant cocks pumping inside me but wanting to try.
The look in Sir’s eyes lets me know he is extremely aroused, which excites me even more.
I feel the butterflies take over when I hear him say, “Claim her.”
My body is about to be taken beyond its limit and I’m tempted to close my eyes to prepare for this fucking, but I obey my Master and keep my eyes locked on his as Boa grabs my waist and Master Anderson grabs my hips.
Together they begin moving inside me and I can’t even breathe. I can feel it coming for me, the elusive gift of subspace coming to take me away…
“Brie, open your eyes.”
Candles & Kinbaku
She looked up into Sir’s eyes and her reality suddenly shifted as the very real pain of childbirth took over the remnants of her sexy fantasy.
“Radost moya, you must tell me what had you moaning so?” Rytsar insisted, staring at her lustfully.
She forced a smile as a strong contraction ripped through her abdomen. She was grateful to have had at least a momentary escape from it.
“I assume your imagination helped, based on the noises and the hardness of your nipples,” Sir commented with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Brie blushed, wondering just how loud she’d been. “It did give me a much needed escape.”
Sir kissed the top of her head. “You always are good at putting yourself fully into a scene…”
Brie sighed, still buzzing from the unresolved arousal caused by her fantasy of the four men. “And what a scene it was, Sir…”
Another contraction took hold of her, demanding Brie’s full attention. The labor pains made it feel as if her body was trying to tear itself apart from the inside out. She had experienced a variety of pain exploring BDSM, but this was completely different.
This pain had purpose beyond the experience itself. It was a rite of passage. One that was required for her to enter the world of parenthood and see her child.
Having Sir with her through this meant everything and gave her courage. At the height of one of her worst contractions yet, Sir’s steady voice carried her through the pain to the other side. He became her rock to cling to whenever the unrelenting tempest crashed over her.
Rytsar, on the other hand, provided a different kind of encouragement. He remained in his chair as he had promised, watching her intently as she worked through each powerful contraction. “You are beautiful when you embrace the pain,” he told her.
The warmth of his compliment spread through her like fine vodka, giving her the confidence she needed to face this ever-increasing challenge.
“Thank you,” she told him, grateful for his unique influence in her life.
She tried not to gasp in pain when the next one hit, but she could tell right away that this one would be much worse than the others.
“Breathe, babygirl,” Sir instructed her in his soothing voice.
She instantly thought of Tono and clung to the memory of their last scene together to get her through.
Brie heard the doorbell ring and hurried to answer it, shocked to find Tono and Autumn standing in the hallway. Her heart leapt with joy at the sight of the beloved
Kinbaku master, and she immediately hugged him and Autumn.
“What the heck are you two doing in LA?”
Stepping aside, she ushered them both in, telling Sir, “Look who decided to surprise us today!”
Tono went to shake Sir’s hand while Autumn hugged Brie again, gushing, “You look positively radiant with motherhood, Brie.”
Looking down at her huge belly, Brie told her jokingly, “Radiant and huge.”
Tono turned to her, a tender smile on his lips as he gazed at her. “Durov flew us in to capture your motherhood for all eternity.”
Knowing Rytsar’s wicked sense of humor, Brie asked hesitantly, “What do you mean?” She glanced at Thane, assuming he knew what was going on. Sir shook his head at her unvoiced question, looking as surprised as she was.
She refocused her attention on Tono, noting that the Asian Dom looked relaxed and happy—his hand casually wrapped around Autumn’s waist.
“I’ll be taking pictures of you, as well as creating a decorative wax mold of your stomach.” He turned to Thane. “With your permission, of course.”
“You not only have my permission, but also my gratitude, Nosaka.”
“Wonderful,” he replied, smiling at Brie.
He nodded to Autumn and explained, “We will get the equipment out of our rental car and set things up. Mr. Davis, you are going to be part of the shoot, as well, so please dress formally.”
Brie was tickled beyond words. It felt like a lifetime ago since she’d last seen Tono and, in some ways, it was. She looked forward to spending the day catching up with them both. “What would you like me to wear?” she asked him.
“A favorite outfit…and a flattering bra and panty set. I will be taking both traditional shots and ones that show off your bare stomach.”
“Nosaka.”
Tono turned to answer Sir. “Yes, Sir Davis?”
“I would also like photos of Brie completely nude with nothing to distract from her natural beauty.”
Brie put her hands to her lips, trying to contain her excitement—totally enchanted by his request. But, knowing how shy Autumn was, Brie asked her friend, “Would you be okay with that?”