“Simply gorgeous,” Vasil said, placing his palm firmly at the join of my wings, where the tensile tissue met with skin.
“Thank you, sir.”
“This will take me a few minutes, so I want you to stand here, close your eyes, and imagine my metal caressing you all over like a cloud and then pulling you taut until there is no give at all. Envision me piercing your flesh and becoming one with your body. I wish to be in every hole and crevice, filling you up and erasing all other thoughts or stressors from your mind. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.”
I shivered again from his description, imagining Vasil’s metal embracing and immobilizing me, filling me up and surrounding me until I couldn’t exist without it. Slowly, I was lifted from the ground, just far enough that my feet no longer touched the floor. My wings were caught in some kind of metal mesh. I opened my eyes to discover Vasil had woven an intricate net to hold me. Each thread was almost invisible but the effect was a soft, silky cradle, one that tightened each time I resisted. A web, I realized.
“I’m going to spread you apart now, sub,” Vasil said. “Lean back and let my metal hold you. You’re safe here.”
I relaxed and the threads gripped my wings and my skin like a soft, sticky cloud.
“Comfortable?” he asked, eyeing me like a prize.
“Yes, Master,” I responded.
“I like it when you address me as Master. It tells me you understand that I am in control. Do you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“It’s true, sub. For as long as I choose, I control your pleasure, your pain, your ability to orgasm as well as the power to deny you. None of this is in your hands anymore, is it?”
“No, sir.”
“There are no decisions you must make, are there?”
“None at all.”
“Because you’ve given that power to me. And I’m going to push you today, sweet boy, because I believe you can handle it, that you’ll enjoy it too, but if at any point you’re too uncomfortable or you want to stop, what do you say?”
“Halt,” I replied dutifully.
“And if you’re unsure?”
“Slow down,” I responded automatically.
“Very good. That will tell me that you need more time to adjust.”
“Yes, Master, I understand.” I appreciated the reminder that even while he was orchestrating my pain or my pleasure, I still had agency of my own.
There was a metal table laid with a cloth and atop it, various implements that looked as if they’d been crafted from Vasil’s own vanadium rod. The lord noticed my attention and smiled slowly, a bit wicked, clearly excited by my apprehension.
“All of these instruments are of my own making, and they will be inside you by the end of this, some of them permanently. How does that make you feel?” He studied me closely, gauging my reaction, both my words and the way my body responded.
“Nervous, Master, but I trust you.”
“That’s good, because I don’t wish to harm you. Think of it as a sparring session. It will be strenuous. You will perhaps want to quit, but I promise you, at the end of it, there will be a big reward.”
“I like your rewards,” I said, already ascending to that otherworldly plane I inhabited when we played like this. A soft,glowing place where I was safe and cared for, and all I had to do was obey. Vasil picked up his first instrument, a series of increasingly larger metal spheres spaced about two-fingers-width apart. He waved one elegant hand and the web shifted, pitching me backward so that my bottom half was completely exposed with my legs spread in a lewd way.
“Such a nice hole for breeding,” Vasil remarked, massaging me with only his thumb.
I opened up for him, trained by his touch and greedy for whatever he had to give. I hungered for penetration, but eyeing the toy made me apprehensive. The largest sphere was as thick as my fist. “Will that fit inside me, Master?”
“I think it will. I want to see how accommodating your body can be. I’m told the fae are quite flexible. You must have to be, for birthing young, yes?”
