“Why?” she asked. “You don’t want to do it with me?” I looked up at her, worried that she actually thought that, but her face was cat-like. I could damn near see a tail floating behind her flicking at me. She licked her lips and smiled. “I’m all yours, you know? You could doanythingyou want.”
This was just unfair. I considered myself a strong man, but no man wasthatstrong. Avion was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and she was my perfect sub. On top of those things, being around Avion felt like fueling up with the universe’s best gas. She made me feel more powerful and focused than anyone else. She was truly the greatest, most dangerous drug. Our careful, gentle romp in the greenhouse aside, Avion and I hadn’t been together in a proper sub/dom session since before she got hurt--well over a month ago.
I was dying, and certainly incapable of resisting such a delicious temptation.
“Avion…” I warned.
“Or is it not that you don’t want to do it,” she leaned down towards my face, “but that you can’t?”
I gritted my teeth so hard I was afraid I’d shatter them. “Are youtryingto piss me off?”
She giggled into my ear, raising all the hairs on the back of my neck into goosebumps. “Maybe.” I pushed back from my desk and stood up, towering over Avion in the action. She looked up at me through vixen eyes. “Ooh, you look angry.”
I grabbed around her wrist and her eyes went wide with excitement. She flipped around like she was going to head back towards the door, but I kept a firm grip on her arm, pulling her towards the back of my office where a locked door awaited.
“In the back of your office?” she asked.
“Why not?” I replied, looking straight in her eyes. “We’ve got work to do.”
Her pulse hastened, beating against my fingertips through her wrist. My own picked up as well, my already heightened anticipation growing knowing how much Avion wanted it. She never tired of me, not of the dangerous situations I dragged her into, nor the submission I required of her in the bedroom. She was a woman designed and prepared to meet me exactly where I needed her, and that kind of thing was rare and exhilarating.
Opening the closet door using a key that only I had, I led Avion inside of the room I’d designed most excitedly after I bought my new home. I didn’t have a ton of time for alterations between the sale and the move-in, and most of my attention went into converting Avion’s wing, but this room was one I knew I’d be using a lot and wanted to be perfect. I had to have it and spared no expense.
It was my BDSM room, designed specifically with Avion in mind.
My perfect sub had taken on everything I’d thrown at her without so much as a second thought. She truly understood what it meant to give total control over to me and receive the pleasure laid therein. I saw it awaken in her the night she stumbled upon me with the very last woman I’d touched before her, and I’d stoked those flames ever since she told me I could. It meant that I was finally reaching a place where I could try some of the things that a sub and dom took time to get to. I ran through my partners, so we could only ever achieve the first few levels, but Avion was different. She was racing through the program at an accelerated speed, and now it was time to graduate to the next level up.
There was, of course, a bed for our use, along with a frame that would support her for being tied while standing, but either of those things would be used for this session. Since Avion had gotten so cheeky in pushing my buttons to get me here, she was going to feel my full wrath.
Naughty girls did need to be punished after all.
“Strip,” I demanded once we were in the room.
“Yes sir,” Avion replied. Her tone was totally different now. Weakened, innocent, vulnerable -- exactly how I liked it.
While she worked to take her clothes off, seductively keeping her eyes on me as she did so, I walked over to a metal cabinet I had positioned against one wall. Using the same key that opened the door to this room--and locked it behind us as we entered--I opened the cabinet and retrieved a few items, the first of which was a long, length of rope. I carried it back to Avion just as she was getting finished pulling off all of her clothes, and I stopped to marvel at her beautiful, naked body.
“Perfect,” I hummed.
She lowered her gaze from me, submitting exactly as I’d taught her to. “Thank you, sir.”
“We’re going to try some new stuff today. Is that okay?”
It was a question formed like a commandment to maintain the integrity of domination and consent simultaneously. Avion wasn’t afraid, though. She nodded excitedly and even shifted a little to try and work the friction between her legs. “Yes sir.”
In front of her, I dangled the rope and another one of the items I’d grabbed, a ball gag. Avion’s eyes fluttered up to them and I could see the anticipation seated there as she looked them over. “Now,” I said. “Because you ran your mouth spewing such nonsense before, you’ll be punished by having it taken away from you. Bad girls aren’t allowed to ask to come. You’ll just have to rely on my kindness.”
An actual huff of impatient air blew out of Avion’s nose. “Yes sir.”
And with that, I set to work. I fastened the ball gag inside of her mouth first, making sure it was tightly secured to allow only breathing through the holes poked inside of it, but no room for talking, and then I unraveled the rope. I’d attached Avion’s arms and legs to a variety of supports before, but this time would be total bondage.
A hogtie.
I pulled her arms behind her and coiled the rope around her biceps several times, binding them together, then I switched directions, looping the cord around the slack between her biceps a few times, before dragging it down the length of her back. With one of my feet, I kicked a leg under the bed and yanked out the long, thin doctor’s office-like cot I had tucked away under it and ordered to Avion, “On your stomach.”
She followed the directive, laying down face first on the slightly arched mechanism. I used a couple more lengths of rope to wrap around each of Avion’s legs, tying the rope in tight coils around her thighs and knees with her legs bent and secured them to her arms as well, pulling them extra taut so Avion could not close her legs and kept herself on full display for me.
Sweat glistened across her body as I started to undo my button-up shirt and grabbed the last of the items I’d pulled from the cabinet, an electric cattle prod. I started it up and gave it a test against my own leg. Sharp and sudden, but not unbearably painful, so I brought it over to Avion. She kept her eyes on me as I lowered the prod to her thigh and made contact, hearing the jolt of electricity fill the air. She jumped a little and screeched as best she could around the gag, but I watched her hands carefully and saw that she didn’t say our silent safe word -- snaps -- so I continued.
