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  I pushed another button and from the rear of the room a flickering projector lit up the screen, the black and white film playing out before us.

  Andrea’s stare locked on the image, her jaw slack, her eyes wide with wonder, her blush wild on her cheeks. She threw a glance at me.

  “This was filmed in 1897,” I said.

  The flickering erotic black and white film shone brightly. A pretty young woman was naked and bound with rope, hanging from the ceiling. She was swinging to and fro. Before her a twenty-something man faced her, dressed in an old-fashioned suit, his jacket long and well-tailored, revealing the elegant fashion of that decade, his pants open at the groin, his erection rearing out of dark curls.

  Her swinging stopped.

  Standing directly behind her was another man dressed in similar clothes, only his cock was buried deep within the woman now, his hands holding the rope above her and pulling it back so he held her there suspended before him. He let the rope go and the woman swung toward the other man in front of her and he caught the rope and stilled her. As she came to a stop before his groin, her mouth opened to welcome him in, and she sucked furiously, providing that historical blowjob with a French flair. He tilted his hips forward and rocked into her.

  Giving her the freedom to work her mouth up and down, the man concentrated on holding the rope, his gaze of affection on her.

  After his nod of approval she was let go. She swung back the other way and the man caught her. His cock met her pussy and slid in easily. This time the man holding the rope delivered a series of pelvic thrusts, pounding into her, his face twisted in pleasure.

  The woman squirmed and wiggled and, though silent, her screams of orgasm seemed to find us.

  “She’s the pendulum,” whispered Andrea, her hands firmly clutching her labia apart, the erotic tension from holding that pose causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

  Taking a few steps toward her I slipped my fingers along her sex. Her wetness soaked my hand.

  “You wish that was you?” I whispered.

  “Oh, God.”

  I caressed her highly sensitized clit.

  She blushed wildly. “Yes, sir.”

  I ran a fingertip up and down her, as she continued to watch the scene unfolding. “You’re not ready to be shared just yet.” I brushed her arm.

  “No, sir.”

  The rope had stilled in the center and both men were taking that femme fatale. She was being fucked hard from behind by one man and her mouth was delivering pleasure to the other.

  As the camera pulled back, the view of the room became apparent.

  I pointed. “That’s where we’re going now.”

  CHAPTER 12

  SITTING HIGH ON the throne-like mahogany chair at the end of the long, darkly lit room, I waited.

  Andrea was at the other end, near the back table, mulling over which one of the many whips, chains, and toys she should bring me.

  I’d spent the last half hour binding her in rope and honoring the art of Shibari. That ancient bondage once reserved for prisoners was now reserved for beloved submissives who deserved the time and effort it took to wrap intricate strands in symmetrical patterns around their naked body.

  Andrea looked stunning as she crawled on all fours toward me with that long, thin whip between her teeth - her movements sleek and elegant, her bottom waggling, her expression one of exhilaration.

  This was where I was meant to be and this was who I was: A master who knew intuitively what his submissive needed - knew how to guide her into the scene so she felt honored and beautifully feminine, so that she trusted the play and would follow any command.

  My cock ached for her.

  She was the most exquisite submissive I’d ever had the privilege of playing with; a natural so into the scene that she required minimal training, being a fast learner.

  Andrea rose up on her heels to present her gift to me.

  It was as though we’d stepped into that black and white film. The room exactly fashioned to mirror this one. Even down to the rope hanging from the ceiling, waiting to be secured to the back of the submissive and used to raise her high.

  I’d advised Andrea she must earn that right to suspension.

  As she sat at my feet she shuddered with anticipation.

  “Good girl,” I said. “You chose this one for me?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  She trembled with excitement, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes wide.

  I rose from the chair and gestured for her to stand and lean forward on the hand rests of the chair with her butt out and ready for her punishment.

  I felt a rush of arousal at seeing her so subservient, so tranced-out - proving she was just as turned on by the way her thighs shone with dampness.

  Gently tapping her first with the whip, I judged her tolerance to the pain, with each strike gauging the way she reacted, her deep-throated moan as the leather met her butt, the way she shoved her ass out for more, the way her fingers clutched the armrest and quickly relaxed again.

  Moving down to her sex, I parted her labia with my left hand and holding the whip with my right, I tapped it against her clit.

  She moaned. “I want to be strung up, Master.”

  “Soon.” I continued to use the whip, the sound of the strikes echoing, my cock rock hard and feeling the rush of blood, my balls urging me to take her.

  I sent her over for another accoutrement, her pretty ass wangling as she crawled back to the table. She’d know I’d see evidence of her arousal shining brightly beneath the lights, her pussy spasms of need.

  We continued on with this hypnotic rhythm, her crawling on all fours, heading off to bring me another instrument of torture.

  Finally, she could no longer hold off. She crawled back to me with a vibrator between her teeth.

  With her now sitting in the chair with her legs splayed on either side, I leaned toward her and said, firmly, “You may regret this choice.”

  I ran the vibrating toy over her nipples and watched her squirm, those rippling buds rising even more, pink points firm.

  “Is this what you want?” I lowered the vibrator and held it above her pubic bone.

  “Lower, Master,” she burst out.

  I rested it on her clit and held it there. “Remember, no talking without permission.” I lifted it again. “Do you understand the rules?”

  She nodded furiously, her gaze moving from her sex back up to the toy.

  “By bringing me this,” I said, “You’re asking for clit play?”

  Her head fell back. “Oh, God, yes, clit play, Master.” She slapped her hand over her mouth, realizing what she’d done.

  “Stand.”

  She looked exhilarated.

  “However,” I said sternly. “Play is always on my terms.”

  I led her into the center of the room.

  Within several minutes she was suspended from that central rope, her arms above her, her body almost standing, with her feet barely off the ground, thighs splayed open and bound with rope.

  “Subs may never ask for pleasure,” I told her. “This is against the rules. So, you will be punished.” I ran my hand through her dark hair and tucked the locks behind a shoulder. “This will also serve as your education.”

  She leaned into me, affectionately rubbing her face against my hand.

  “You did not do your homework. Want to know how I know that?”

  She gave a wary nod.

  “You brought over a vibrator to me. It was a test and you failed it.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Had you done your homework, you’d know that it is only your master who chooses your rewards…your pleasures.”

  Her gaze followed me.

  “So, let’s go over what a submissive and master relationship really is.” I strode around her, arms behind my back, a professorial air to my stride. “We have two types of relationships. Firstly, there is the one where lovers live their day-to-day life with full emersion. The other, like ours, whe
re we merely get to play this role during sex—”

  “I know that.” She burst out.

  I spanked her hard. “You rile me up on purpose?”

  “Can’t help it.”

  “You will do as you are told.”

  Her irises dilated and she looked wild and exhilarated, her skin still flushed from her beating.

  She hung majestically from the rope, patient and listening as I strolled around her, offering my dark monologue on what was expected of a submissive, instructing her on the many aspects of our world. Finally she swooned; surrendering with understanding.

  “Is this what you expected?” I asked.

  “It’s more. It feels so safe.” She shook her head as though trying to comprehend her feelings. “So…nurturing.”

  I knelt before her and nestled into her sex, running my tongue along her. She tasted incredible, her clit felt so soft and alluring it almost sent me over the edge.

  She let out a long moan.

  “This,” I whispered, my breath warm on her clit. “Giving yourself to me proves trust. My strikes to your flesh heighten your pleasure.”

  “Permission to speak?”

  “Granted.”

  “Am I allowed my toy now?”

  “I have something even better,” I said. “A session is always as your master dictates. He knows what is best for you.”

  I left her hanging there.

  She moved her body wantonly, her feminine curves swaying in a shimmering show of need.

  I brought over a small box and lifted the lid. From within it I brought out three small silver balls.

  “Thighs wider, please.” Taking my time, I inserted the Venus Balls into her vagina. She shuddered as they went in further.

  “Now, where were we?” Strolling around her, tweaking her nipples, caressing her skin firmly, I gauged how far I could push her. “No coming without permission.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I retrieved the paddle from the slew of other accoutrements and brought it over to her. I swung her forward and when she flew back I spanked her ass. With each strategically aimed strike to her butt, pleasure ricocheted into her sex, no doubt making the balls vibrate for a few seconds within her - from the way her jaw gaped as she swung wide.

  Switching on the remote to those Venus balls, I delivered a low thrum inside her pussy.

  Her moans echoed around us.

  “I never want to leave here,” she whispered.

  On and on she swung while I spanked her, and she groaned and wiggled her way through the blissful sensations of burning ass cheeks and her sex thrumming.

  Her body went rigid as she neared orgasm.

  I stilled her by holding the rope above. “Do not come.”

  “I’ll try.”

  She moaned and settled into the swing of the rope - then her head fell back and she let out a contented sigh.

  I brought over an electric vibrator - an improvement on the one she’d given to me, with its oversized rounded head that could deliver four intensity levels.

  With a flick I had it at the max.

  I stood before her and with a firm swing I pushed her away from me and she went flying off. When she returned to my side, I lowered the vibe and rested in on her clit, letting it buzz forcefully against her. Her eyes went wide with surprise, her body shuddering, breasts shaking, her nipples hard and yearning.

  She let out a long groan. “Oh, yes, yes.”

  I shoved her away and she spun, gravity soon bringing her back.

  I pressed the vibrator to her sex again and she tilted her hips, rocking toward it, riding the rounded head against her clit, her thighs soaked now.

  I let her settle there for a while.

  This sweet sub frantically pressed her clit against the vibrator’s head, shuddering with tranced-out bliss.

  “Is that nice?” I said.

  She stuttered an inaudible answer.

  Again using the rope above her for leverage, I shoved her away. Andrea’s eyelids lowered, her stare glazed over in sub-space - having completely surrendered to pleasure.

  She was close to coming again.

  Another shove and she swung wide.

  “You’ve been a very good girl,” I said.

  She nodded aggressively. Her bravery for enduring this tease was so impressive I knew holding off any longer could cause her to pass out - her need was so raw, primal.

  I stilled the rope and pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit, rubbing it up and down her sex. I leaned in to suckle on one of her pert nipples. She shuddered violently, her hips rocking, her sex riding the vibrator, her erotic cries filling the room.

  Suspended there, I forced her through another climax.

  She whimpered through the pleasure, her limbs weak and her sex seemingly sensitive from yet another orgasm.

  “Mercy, sir,” she burst out.

  “That’s not your safe word?”

  “Glass, it’s glass!”

  I lifted the vibrator and kissed her forehead.

  She looked up at me. “How is it possible?”

  “How is what possible?”

  “You know my body so well?”

  “We’re still in session.”

  She looked ecstatic.

  I carried the vibrator back to the table. Gently, I eased out the Venus balls, too, and she squirmed at my touch.

  Andrea’s arousal was still at fever-pitch, her thirst unquenchable. I marveled at her stamina and how it matched mine so well.

  I could do this to her all night.

  Freeing her from the rope, I lifted her and carried her out of there, along the hallway and up the central staircase. We made our way along another hallway and I nudged open a door with my back, carrying Andrea inside.

  A four-poster bed rested in the center of the room. The vaulted ceiling was startlingly high.

  She gasped her surprise.

  Twenty or so bouquets of flowers surrounded us here and there, an array of color and floral scents intermingling - roses, lilies and sunflowers. This dreamy décor leant an ethereal air to the room, one that suited Andrea’s femininity.

  She lifted her head to better look at me.

  “I can be romantic,” I said.

  “Is this your way of bringing me down slowly?”

  “Oh, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “There’s no coming down slowly with me.”

  In the corner, secured to the ceiling by a single chain, hung a sex swing. I carried Andrea over and she settled into it, her legs spread wide and her feet resting on the material stirrups. She eased her wrists through the straps. With a nudge I spread her thighs even wider.

  She watched me undress. I threw my pants and shirt on the back of a chair.

  Her gaze was drinking in my well-toned form, her focus resting on my erection. She licked her lips.

  From out of the top drawer of the dresser, I ripped open the small packet and removed the toy - sliding on the vibrating cock ring.

  Making my way over to her, I said, “From this angle I get to fuck you as hard as I like.” I leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “Are you ready?”

  Andrea gave a nod, her interest in that sex toy strapped to my hard-on causing her to blink cautiously at it.

  “It’s time you saw the real me, Andrea.” I gripped either side of the swing and moved closer.

  All that work we’d done in the hall had prepared her sex perfectly - had soaked her to perfection. My cock eased into her and I gave a shove until I was balls deep inside her, that small plastic vibe pressed against her clit and setting it ablaze with pleasure. Her head fell back, hair cascading behind her, and she let out a long moan.

  “Hang on tight,” I warned.

  My attack was swift and sure, pummeling into her with full force. Her head and body fell back slightly so she faced the ceiling, her thighs opening and welcoming me with each strike, the swing mechanism allowing me to pull out completely and reenter her, that small buzz meeting her sex with an intense thrum.

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nbsp; “Come for me, sub.”

  She screamed through her orgasm, unable to hold back.

  With a pull of the side lever we flew upward rising fifteen feet in the air and she let out another scream, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “How are you with heights?”

  “You’re asking me that now?” She looked down and flinched.

  “Let’s take your mind off it—” I leaned against her, positioning my pelvis so that the vibrator hit her sweet spot again and I rocked my cock leisurely inside her.

  “Oh, that’s so good.” Her fingers gripped the handrails, her thighs wrapped firmly around my waist. “I’m ready.”

  “Sure?”

  She slipped into a smile. “I’ve never been so ready.”

  The force with which I took her made us swing around fast, my hips a brilliant piston fucking her with intense precision and causing her to tremble and moan through her pleasure.

  We spun around; swinging to and fro.

  Andrea leaned back.

  “You will come again,” I demanded. “Show me. Prove your pussy is mine to command.”

  We came together, yelling through our climaxes.

  Overcoming gravity - wild and freely fucking in midair.

  This shocking pleasure forced my thoughts to scatter, my hips thrusting, slamming into her, fulfilling her need to be taken so fiercely, my warmth filling her.

  Our bodies still and rigid, too gone to move, locked in raging orgasms.

  Eventually, when the ability to think rationally again had returned, I lowered the seat to the ground.

  We tumbled onto the large four-poster bed.

  I rolled on top of her, leaning on my arms for support.

  She peered up at me, her face flushed, exhilarated. “What happens now?”

  “This—” Nuzzling into her neck, I kissed her affectionately, bestowing pecks and licks until she was sighing with abandon.

  “Now we make love.” Trailing my tongue down her chest, suckling pert nipples as I moved lower, tenderly paying special attention to her sex, all the way to her feet and sending shivers throughout her body.

  I worshiped her with gentle caresses which were a stark contrast to the hours we’d left behind, proving I’d read that she needed this too, her yearning to be nurtured and loved - deserving this attention that would last the rest of the night.