merely asking if she needed help. Either
way, while she hurt in more places than she could count, and wasn’t looking
forward to being forced to start moving up and down on his cock…she didn’t want
the ability to end it, either.
“I’m tired, Sir, but not so tired I can’t go on. I
know you’re pushing me, and apparently physical endurance is part of it, today.
I want to please you, and if this is what you want, I’d be disappointed if I
weren’t able to give it to you.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “I love that you’re taking this
for me, even though I know how much I’ve already put you through. You have
permission to orgasm when I do.” He moved his hips a little and she squirmed as
his cock shifted inside her.
“Now, move , my beautiful wife. Fuck your ass
on my cock. I won’t hold back, and you don’t have permission to come until I do.”
Sam pushed up, adjusted her legs a little, and sank
back down on his cock. Her shoulders and chest hurt, her nipples were
screaming, and her exposed clit craved attention. The additional friction on
her asshole, combined with the burn in her legs and abs, was almost too much.
However, the anticipation of being allowed an orgasm had her moving faster and
faster as she watched his face for signs of pleasure. The chain beneath her
breasts bounced as she moved, tugging her nipples with each rise and fall, but
the pain only fueled her on.
When Ethan finally came, Sam collapsed forward on his
chest and let go as her body writhed and shuddered through her release. Ethan
grabbed her hips and held her on him as he emptied into her.
When at last they both stilled, Ethan gently lifted
her from his cock and stroked her arms over the armbinder.
“Please, Master, my chest and shoulders are killing
me. Can we please take the armbinder off?”
He sat her up, took both sets of clamps off, helped
her turn around and straddle him, and began to work at the laces.
“Your hands touch okay, but you have a long way to go
before your upper arms are close enough for the armbinder to properly fasten at
the top. I’ll wait until we get home to get an exact measurement and come up
with a schedule, but you know it’ll be a lot of work getting you used to this,
right?”
“Yes, Sir. I know.”
When the armbinder at last came off, he had her bend
over and spread her ass cheeks so he could examine her sore bottom. “It’s red
from all the activity, but I don’t see any signs of tearing,” he said as he
stuck two fingers in and moved them around so he could get a good look.
Sam gritted her teeth and held her breath. She knew
he needed to check, but the clinical ignominy of it made her want to dig a hole
and crawl into it.
He flicked the flashlight off and set it on the side
table.
“I’d like to rub some arnica on your backside.
Stretch out on the bed while I get it, please.”
He made quick work of rubbing it in, and Sam was
glad. He was gentle, and seemed to be trying to cause the least amount of pain
possible, but it was impossible to keep from hurting her.
When he finished he said, “Okay, you can stand up and
have a little free time. If you’re hungry, get something light, just check with
me before you eat it, to be sure it won’t interfere with what comes next.”
Sam asked permission to eat some ice cream, received
it, and devoured two bowls. Ethan came out of the bedroom and joined her as she
was halfway through the second bowl.
“You look like you’re recovering. How do you feel?”
“Tired and sore, Sir.”
He smiled. “Perfect. Exactly what I was going for.”
“When do you tell me what comes next, Sir?”
He shook his head. “I’m not. You’ll figure it out as
it happens.” His gaze shifted to the clock and returned to her. “I think I’ve
changed my mind about going straight into it, though. Wanna watch a little TV
and cuddle?”
“I’d love to, Sir.”
Chapter Nine
Sam put whatever came next out of her mind as
way, while she hurt in more places than she could count, and wasn’t looking
forward to being forced to start moving up and down on his cock…she didn’t want
the ability to end it, either.
“I’m tired, Sir, but not so tired I can’t go on. I
know you’re pushing me, and apparently physical endurance is part of it, today.
I want to please you, and if this is what you want, I’d be disappointed if I
weren’t able to give it to you.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “I love that you’re taking this
for me, even though I know how much I’ve already put you through. You have
permission to orgasm when I do.” He moved his hips a little and she squirmed as
his cock shifted inside her.
“Now, move , my beautiful wife. Fuck your ass
on my cock. I won’t hold back, and you don’t have permission to come until I do.”
Sam pushed up, adjusted her legs a little, and sank
back down on his cock. Her shoulders and chest hurt, her nipples were
screaming, and her exposed clit craved attention. The additional friction on
her asshole, combined with the burn in her legs and abs, was almost too much.
However, the anticipation of being allowed an orgasm had her moving faster and
faster as she watched his face for signs of pleasure. The chain beneath her
breasts bounced as she moved, tugging her nipples with each rise and fall, but
the pain only fueled her on.
When Ethan finally came, Sam collapsed forward on his
chest and let go as her body writhed and shuddered through her release. Ethan
grabbed her hips and held her on him as he emptied into her.
When at last they both stilled, Ethan gently lifted
her from his cock and stroked her arms over the armbinder.
“Please, Master, my chest and shoulders are killing
me. Can we please take the armbinder off?”
He sat her up, took both sets of clamps off, helped
her turn around and straddle him, and began to work at the laces.
“Your hands touch okay, but you have a long way to go
before your upper arms are close enough for the armbinder to properly fasten at
the top. I’ll wait until we get home to get an exact measurement and come up
with a schedule, but you know it’ll be a lot of work getting you used to this,
right?”
“Yes, Sir. I know.”
When the armbinder at last came off, he had her bend
over and spread her ass cheeks so he could examine her sore bottom. “It’s red
from all the activity, but I don’t see any signs of tearing,” he said as he
stuck two fingers in and moved them around so he could get a good look.
Sam gritted her teeth and held her breath. She knew
he needed to check, but the clinical ignominy of it made her want to dig a hole
and crawl into it.
He flicked the flashlight off and set it on the side
table.
“I’d like to rub some arnica on your backside.
Stretch out on the bed while I get it, please.”
He made quick work of rubbing it in, and Sam was
glad. He was gentle, and seemed to be trying to cause the least amount of pain
possible, but it was impossible to keep from hurting her.
When he finished he said, “Okay, you can stand up and
have a little free time. If you’re hungry, get something light, just check with
me before you eat it, to be sure it won’t interfere with what comes next.”
Sam asked permission to eat some ice cream, received
it, and devoured two bowls. Ethan came out of the bedroom and joined her as she
was halfway through the second bowl.
“You look like you’re recovering. How do you feel?”
“Tired and sore, Sir.”
He smiled. “Perfect. Exactly what I was going for.”
“When do you tell me what comes next, Sir?”
He shook his head. “I’m not. You’ll figure it out as
it happens.” His gaze shifted to the clock and returned to her. “I think I’ve
changed my mind about going straight into it, though. Wanna watch a little TV
and cuddle?”
“I’d love to, Sir.”
Chapter Nine
Sam put whatever came next out of her mind as
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