Chapter 17
"Stop it right now, or I'm going to whack you a good one, Edward!"
Trying hard, but probably failing abysmally, to rein in my fingers drumming on the table top, I turn to grin at Beth.
"You can try, but I can't promise that you'll succeed."
"You're not that hard to hit, my dear boy," she jibes back.
"Not that," I laugh. "But I don't think you spanking me soundly will make me any less excited."
Her theatrical sigh only causes my grin to broaden, but I can see by the look on her face that she's not exasperated in a bad way. It's even possible that she's happy for me, although I must be getting on her nerves with my inability to calm down enough to actually seem composed.
But just the fact that I'm minutes away from going full out evil on my probably equally twitchy wonderful sub with my kinky mentor as a sidekick has me all kinds of hyped up.
I still make an effort to appear more composed as I wait for Beth to finish tugging her outfit in place. Today she is wearing a black latex bustier and matching miniskirt, both with red decorative lacing, and supportive boning for the top. No garters or stockings but black high heeled pumps, with her hair open and her fingernails and lips painted red, Beth is simply stunning, as she usually is. I feel a little underdressed in just my leather pants, but contrary to her I don't get off on feeling hot, sticky outfits confining me.
"Ready?" she finally asks, but instead of turning towards the playroom she snatches my left hand, checking my short clipped nails in turn.
"You know, it's not the first time I'm doing this," I grumble when she nods and lets go of me again, and of course I get a dirty look for that remark.
"I'm aware of that. But it's my dungeon, my rules, so suck it up already."
There's nothing in can add to that so I remain silent, and Beth finally approaches the closed door of her playroom. With her fingers wrapped around the handle she stops again, her sharp gaze scanning my face for a moment.
"You know what you're doing?"
"Yes."
"And you are absolutely sure she wants this and can handle everything we've planned?"
Irritation washes over the calm I've so valiantly forced myself to feel, and my answer is a little sharper than I want it to be.
"Yes and yes. Do you have to keep undermining my ego with your repeat questions?"
I'm a little afraid she might be offended now, but Beth graces me with one of her rare small smiles.
"I never doubt you when you're confident like this. I was just making sure that I can go in there and fully enjoy myself with leaving you with all the responsibility. Call me a selfish bitch if you like."
The lilt of her voice makes me grin, and I shrug off the already receding annoyance.
"I told you weeks ago at the party already, I'm over my doubts. And Bella explicitly asked me to push her limits. So that's exactly what I'm going to do today. You know her list, feel free to improvise as much as you like within her defined boundaries."
With a quick nod Beth turns to the door, then opens it to let us both into the play room proper, where Bella is already waiting for us. Naked, kneeling on the floor, her palms turned up on her spread thighs with the ends of her long hair tickling the underside of her breast on the side she has swept it to.
I catch her eyes following our entry before she casts them down demurely, and decide that this is the last even slight transgression she's allowed today.
Bella thinks she's a big girl and wants to play with the grown-ups. I'm more than eager to let her find out if that's the truth, or if she's just gotten a little too cocky of late.
Beth's heels ring loud on the floor as she walks a circle around Bella, until she joins me where I've remained standing in front of her kneeling form, looking down at her as I admire her beautiful body barely moving with every breath she takes. Bella doesn't look up, her gaze remains trained on the floor somewhere between her knees and my feet, and she doesn't move even when none of us speaks for over a minute.
Sharing a quick glance with me Beth offers me a grin that speaks of similar excitement as I feel gripping my body, and I decide that we've kept Bella waiting long enough.
"Bella," I acknowledge her, then smile as I see the rise of her chest halt for a second as she catches her breath.
"Master," she replies quickly, her tone breathy but her voice strong.
"Are you ready?"
"For you, always."
Beth chuckles next to me, and I clench my hand for a moment to keep a similar if more evil sound from escaping me. Yes, I feel childish enough today to let out a comically evil laugh. We'll soon see just how ready my dear Bella really is, for me or otherwise.
"You know the rules for today?"
Bella nods, and when she doesn't hear me answer she replies in more detail.
"Yes, Master. I have my safewords and will use them should I need them. I have asked you to do with me whatever you wish, without reservation except for what I declared as my hard limits. I'm yours to use as you see fit."
Her words cause my pulse to pick up, and again I fight to keep any sounds of amusement down. I'm pretty sure she knows that we will push her, a lot.
What she probably doesn't know is that today is a test, in a way for both of us. For me, to see if I've judged her likes right and know how much is too much for her. And for Bella, because I need to know that her explicit trust and consent are something I can rely on.
I don't think either of us can fail today, but it will be interesting to see just how well we succeed.
"You know that you are here not for your own pleasure but for ours alone?"
"Yes, Master."
"You know that any transgression on your part will be punished swiftly and as harshly as your mishap calls for?"
She swallows hard but doesn't miss a beat in her answer.
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Don't disappoint me."
A quick nod is all she answers me with, which is just as well. At that Beth resumes circling Bella, and stops at her back to bend down to stage-whisper into her ear.
"For today, you will call me only by my name, for I'm not your Mistress, I'm just helping your Master. But don't expect any leniency from me because of that."
"Yes, Beth," comes the steady and quick reply, not even a note of hesitation in Bella's voice. Beth smiles in turn and squeezes Bella's upper arms for a moment, then steps away and nods at me.
We leave Bella kneeling on the floor where she is to fetch what we need to get things started. As much as I love my own playroom, I'm in awe of the collection of equipment Beth has amassed over the years, and intend to use some of it today. But for the warm-up I like things simple, so a few feet of rope will do.
Crouching down behind Bella I run my fingers up and down her spine for a moment, watching as a shiver runs through her body. She's nearly vibrating with tension, but today I don't even want to tease her. Much.
"Get up, and hands behind your head."
She follows my instructions promptly with lithe motions, and I set to work quickly. I start off with creating the chest harness we'll be centering all other restraints around. It's very basic bondage, just rope above and below her breasts wound around her torso several times, the tie completed with more rope to secure the two 'bands' between her breasts and at her sides to add some restriction to her tits but mostly to give us a well fitting and secure anchoring point at her back, once the ties are completed with the rope tied over her shoulders and behind her back. More rope follows around her wrists which I draw back to the central anchoring point of the harness between her shoulder blades, leaving her already halfway helpless and completely at our mercy.
Stepping closer to her until her bound hands are pressed against my chest I snake my arms around her hips, letting my mouth and tongue explore her neck hungrily. Beth meanwhile approaches Bella from the front, and when my hand snakes between Bella's legs, Beth grabs her nipples and twists them hard, causing her to elicit the sweetest of gasps. She's already wet and squirms against my fingers immediately but I just skim her p-ssy lips, then slap her sex hard a few times until she lets out a first strangled cry.
Beth eases up on her first and lets go, but only so I can step back and drag Bella across the room, nearly making her lose her balance in turn. She only gets a moment to catch herself when I tie another length of rope to the center of her harness in back, then she is forced onto her tip toes when I hoist her body nearly off the floor with the pulley system the rope is connected to. Bella quickly steadies herself with her legs spread hip wide and her back as straight as she can manage, her eyes still downcast.
She's beautiful in her vulnerability, but I like her even more when she's unable to remain so still and composed, so I pick up one of the light floggers and set to work warming her up a little. Beth watches me from the side for a while as I paint red patches across Bella's ass, thighs, stomach and tits, before she grabs a flogger herself and helps me. We keep walking around our bound quarry, one working over her back as the other goes for her front, and soon we have Bella panting and covered in sweat all over.
Except for a few stray strokes I'm sure we haven't actually hit her hard enough to hurt her. Still, she's not used to only being flogged without any form of masturbation, and I can tell by her ragged breathing that she's already lost her calm.
We finally stop and I step aside to let Beth do the next part, letting her play with my sub alone for a while to help Bella ease further into the scene.
Stepping up to Bella's front Beth admires the irregular pattern of lightly reddened skin for a moment before she reaches up, lifting Bella's face with a single finger under her chin. Bella blinks twice before she locks gazes with Beth, painting a smile on the other woman's face.
Sure that she has her attention, Beth lets her hands skim over Bella's body until they stop at her chest, where her hands squeeze Bella's breasts deftly for a while. Almost immediately Bella's pants pick up, and she whines when Beth's fingers become a little too harsh.
"Don't you like me touching your tits?"
Bella shakes her head, then nods, clearly undecided how to answer the question. Beth cocks one eyebrow, then swats Bella's right tit hard enough to result in a loud smacking sound, and her reward is a harsh intake of breath.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" she surmises, then adds two more slaps, both at the exactly same spot. Bella cries out but tries to stifle the sound immediately, and the moment she has enough air in her lungs to answer, she does.
"I love you touching my tits!"
Beth smiles brightly and resumes massaging Bella's breasts roughly, drawing a few more gasps but also a moan or two from her.
"You like the pain, don't you?" she then goes on.
"Yes, Beth."
With her smile now reaching even her eyes, she switches her attention a little, and starts rolling Bella's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Bella's eyes drift close for a few seconds as she relaxes into the pleasurable sensation, but then snap open when Beth adds a few more hard slaps, this time to her other tit. A light laugh dances over Beth's lips then before she goes back to teasing with softer caresses.
"We're not out to cause you that much pain today, though," she resumes.
"If you behave yourself, you will be feeling pleasure for the most part. Mess up, and it's going to hurt."
At a light squeeze of her nipples Bella nods quickly. Beth smiles again, then lets one of her hands trail down until her fingers reach Bella's vagina.
A shaky exhale makes it obvious just when Beth's fingers push into Bella's cunt, adding to Beth's mirth.
Leaning a little closer she quickens the pace with which she squeezes her victim's breast, now matching the motions of both of her hands.
"Kiss me."
Bella looks a little confused and hesitates, and a second later Beth steps away from her, catching my gaze.
"More rope?"
I nod and fetch another coil, and at Beth's suggestion tie it around one of Bella's ankles. Drawing her foot up until her heel is flush with her ass I add the rest of the rope to the central harness point, now leaving Bella balancing precariously on the ball of one foot only, her thighs forced to stay open in turn.
As I step aside again Beth returns with a small paddle, and grabbing Bella's restrained ankle she brings the flexible leather down onto her exposed sole several times. Grunts quickly turn to cries, and when Beth finally relents I can see Bella bite her lip hard in what I know by now is her way of trying to compose herself again.
Interestingly enough, Bella hasn't set her feet as a hard limit even after the play party. She must have realized that we know it's one obvious weakness of hers, and I wonder briefly if she already regrets the decision.
Beth takes her time returning the paddle to one of the side tables, and walks back empty handed. She quickly resumes her previous position, one of her hands squeezing Bella's breast, the other cupping her p-ssy, and when she tells Bella to kiss her again, the other woman quickly complies.
It's not a chaste brush of lips, either, but a real and quite passionate kiss, messy with tongue and all. My dick grows hard as I watch them, and in another setting I might even have stroked myself, but I know Beth wouldn't approve. I feel a little sad when Bella breaks the kiss to come up for air, but Beth's nasty chuckle is very promising.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
Bella immediately looks alarmed and tries to remedy her mistake but Beth pulls away, her fingers now pinching Bella's nipple hard. Bella answers with a somewhat resigned sounding exhale, then grunts when she receives a hard slap on her breast again.
"I'm starting to wonder if you are so disobedient because you want to fail,"
she muses.
"No! Please, I promise, I didn't -"
Beth shuts her up with a finger across her lips, then moves both of her hands up to keep fondling Bella's tits almost viciously.
"Then you better make up for it now."
The moment she can reach Beth's lips again Bella is kissing her with new passion, which doesn't change even when Beth eases up and groping turns to gentler stroking. They keep this up for quite a while, and my cock jumps every time I hear either of them elicit a soft moan. Part of me still finds this a little disconcerting as I've never reacted that way to Beth, but the rest of my brain is all caught up in seeing two hot women clearly enjoy making out. As neither of them can read my mind I decide that I'm on the safe side.
When Beth finally lets go and steps away she leaves Bella quite breathless with a glazed look on her face. I immediately take her place but instead of concentrating my attention on Bella's breasts, lovely as they are, I resume thrusting first two, then three fingers into her p-ssy. She starts to squirm almost immediately, then pushes her hips forward against my hand, nearly losing her precarious balance that way. Grinning diabolically at her I reach around her body as if to steady her, but instead start working a finger of my other hand into her ass. I feel her clench around me for a few seconds before she relaxes enough to allow the intrusion to proceed, furthered even more when Beth helpfully squirts a generous amount of lube where it is needed.
Working together definitely has its benefits, at least for my devious plans, and no two minutes later I have Bella on the verge of coming. Her moans and breathy pleas are music in my ears as I keep finger f*cking her, my lips and teeth hungry against the side of her neck. I finally relent and order her to come, and she does, shivers contorting her body as she lets herself go.
As I step away from her body I catch Bella's gaze before she can drop it, and barely hold in a chuckle at the shrewd suspicion I see plainly written on her face. She's obviously wondering why I've given in so early in the game and let her climax, when usually she has to endure a lot more until I finally allow her to come. Not that she's complaining, but she knows we're up to something.
The moment passes and then she's all meek if still panting heavily, her chest heaving a welcome sight. I step back up to her so she can lean against my body while Beth undoes some of the restraints, leaving Bella's limbs free but her torso still encased in rope.
Winding the hand that's still sticky with her juices into her hair I lead Bella across the room, maybe a bit roughly, but she follows suit. Over at the far wall of the room stands our destination, a padded bench-like piece of furniture that just begs to be used. The lower part is just like any padded bench but the back rest is reclineable at any chosen angle, and we have set it up against a part of the wall that is covered with attachment points for cuffs and rope alike. At a nod from me Bella scrambles up onto the bench and leans back against the more upright part, not protesting when I pull her ass flush with the edge until she's more lying than sitting.
While I grab some rope to attach to Bella's ankles Beth buckles soft padded leather cuffs around her wrists and secures them to the bench just above Bella's head, her raised arms pulling her tits up nicely. Bella is watching me with curiosity when I spread her legs and raise them so I can secure the other ends of the ropes to the wall behind her. That leaves her very open and vulnerable, and once again completely at our mercy.
Beth joins me where I stand between Bella's spread legs and grin down at her, and I can see the familiar mixture of apprehension and excitement flit over my lovely sub's face. We both smirk down at her until she starts squirming – uselessly, of course – in her bonds, before Beth turns to me.
"Shall I start or do you want to do the honors?"
I shrug, my eyes never leaving Bella's face.
"Why don't we let her decide whose hands she wants on her first?"
Bella looks panicked for a moment, convinced the question is a trap, which it is in a way, but not the kind she might expect. Her silence is heavy until she clears her throat, her eyes still darting from one of us to the other.
"I think I would like Beth to start, Master."
I nod, rather happy about her choice. Beth shares a meaningful glance with me before she walks off to fetch a cloth covered tray, its contents still hidden from Bella's view. In the meantime I ready a low swivel chair and table where Beth can place her needed paraphernalia, before I step away again to observe and enjoy. Bella's eyes follow me for a moment before she casts them down again, awaiting what's to come with as much calm as she can muster.
She still gives a start when she hears the telltale snap of latex gloves as Beth dons them, before she leans over Bella and lets her covered fingers run over Bella's tits once more. Concern quickly gives way to excitement when Beth continues what she has done before but without the kissing, until she leans back to retrieve a bunch of thick rubber bands from the still covered tray. Placing them on Bella's stomach Beth then grabs her right tit and starts pushing several of the bands up to the base, until the constricted fleshy globe sticks up invitingly from Bella's chest. Beth then continues to do the same with Bella's other breast until both of them are equally prepped, before she adds a last, thinner rubber band to Bella's nipples, drawing a few ragged pants from her as she winds the band tightly around it a few times.
Admiring her work for a moment Beth leans down to lick over the now obscenely erect nipples a few times before she sits down, leaving Bella to stew for a while so the restricting rubber bands can do their magic. Within minutes Bella's tits darken to a lovely pink hue, but the constriction isn't hard enough to be of any real concern as long as we watch it. Soon her breasts will start to ache, then become really sensitive, and apart from the very appealing visual effects that's what we're aiming for.
Once Beth is done letting Bella hang in anticipation she fully uncovers the tray, letting Bella catch a first glimpse at what will soon be used on her. I'm sure she knows what most of the 'instruments' are for, and I'm happy when instead of looking frightened Bella actually licks her lips.
Beth smirks up at her, then reaches for a black inflatable butt-plug, taking her time covering it with lube. My previous exploring has left Bella's sphincter spread enough that the plug slides into her with little resistance, although Beth plays a bit with Bella before she pushes the toy in fully. Bella squirms somewhat when she feels the plug extend inside of her as Beth pumps the small attached ball but doesn't give a sound, only her eyebrows knitting together.
Quickly exchanging the examination gloves for a fresh pair Beth then proceeds by rubbing Bella's labia down with disinfectant, and I can see that now Bella gets a little anxious. Even Beth's encouraging smile doesn't really calm her but she doesn't protest, only the muscles in her thighs show that she's tense as hell all of a sudden.
Her breath hitches again when Beth picks up the sleek stainless steel speculum and lubricates it before she turns back to her 'victim'. Bella squeals as the cool metal slides into her but she gradually relaxes again, even when Beth proceeds to open her up slowly. I'm sure that with the plug in her ass Bella must feel rather full but she clearly enjoys it, her spread labia as puffy and swollen as before. She still shivers when Beth uses more disinfectant to rub down her p-ssy again, but seems much more composed now, if a little resigned.
Then Beth reaches for her next prop, and Bella lets out a rather succinct,
"F*ck!" under her breath.
Beth arches her eyebrow while a mean smile spreads in her face.
"I guess that means you know what this is?"
She wriggles the still sealed object between her fingers.
"A Foley catheter," comes Bella's deflated sounding reply, before her gaze skims over to me. I can see her trying to make up her mind if she should use her safeword or not, but after a few seconds she catches her lower lip between her teeth and looks down again, a silent consent for Beth to go on.
Beth still waits before she has Bella's undivided attention again before she goes on.
"I know that you have your hard limit at watersports, but I'm not going to make you drink your own piss or something. You don't do scat, either, but still like to be f*cked up your ass, right?"
Bella nods, then exhales forcefully, before her whole body goes slack. Her look when she regards Beth is somewhat challenging, though, on the verge of breaking role, and I for one won't forget that for later.
"I guess that's what you're going to do now? F*ck my peehole?" she hedges.
Beth smirks as she tears open the packaging, daintily extricating the long, plastic tube.
"Many women, and men, just so you know, greatly enjoy urethral stimulation. And if I'm not completely mistaken, you're not too averse to this."
Keeping the catheter in one hand she then runs a finger lightly over where the spread speculum gives ready access to Bella's urethral opening, in turn drawing a barely cut-off moan from the other woman. Clearly satisfied with the reaction she has just elicited Beth reaches for a plastic syringe filled with sterile, medicine grade lube, and inserts the soft plastic tip where her finger has been probing moments before.
Bella doesn't even tense up when she feels some of the lube entering her, while even more of the gelatinous substance leaks out to pool around the opening. Once she is satisfied with starting the prep work Beth adds even more lube to the catheter tube. Her motions are slow and very gentle as she starts inserting the catheter, taking her time as she pays attention to Bella's reactions.
Of course I can't be sure but Bella doesn't seem to feel much pain, if any at all, but she keeps squirming which hinders Beth's motions a little. I can tell when the plastic tube finally reaches her bladder as she utters a loud grunt, but Beth doesn't even stop for a moment. Getting a disposable bottle from the tray she pushes the other end of the catheter into it, then flips the switch that has kept any liquid contained inside the tube before.
A steep blush creeps over Bella's face and upper chest as the sound of her urine being expelled is the only thing audible inside the room except for her shallow breaths, but she doesn't even try to add any verbal protest. Only when Beth is done and with a quicker motion distracts the catheter Bella squeals, her cheeks even darker red when a few more drops trickle from the previously filled hole.
"Don't be such a prissy princess," Beth remarks dryly as she deposits the tube and closed bottle in the ready waste bin. Bella's head snaps up and she looks ready to balk, but when she meets Beth's gaze she thinks better of it. Closing her mouth again she lets her head loll back against the bench, while her eyes stare up at the ceiling.
I'm sure she still stealthily watches as Beth unzips the plastic case waiting on the tray, then dons fresh gloves once again before she retrieves one of the thinnest steel rods she has just unpacked. Holding the slightly curved rod up for Bella to examine, she goes on explaining while coating it with yet more of the sterile lube.
"This is called a sound. Never mind its intended use for urethral blockage therapy, I'm sure you'll soon be glad I've made sure that your bladder is comfortably empty of what you seem so embarrassed about."
Spreading the upper part of Bella's labia above the speculum she then starts to insert the sound into Bella's peehole, her motions now quick and short as she pushes the instrument in deeper, alternating with withdrawing it a little in turn. The sound she has chosen in one of the smallest, even thinner in diameter than the soft catheter tube has been, and Bella's discomfort should be mostly psychological, not physical. And sure enough she looks rather distressed before the sound is even halfway inserted, usually a sign that she doesn't want to admit that she likes something her mind keeps rejecting.
Beth is nothing if not persistent as she keeps f*cking Bella gently with the steel rod, her motions slowly becoming surer and longer. After a while she withdraws the sound and places it back at the tray, smirking when she sees Bella's somewhat dismal expression.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not done with you for quite some time."
Picking up the next larger sound she resumes her ministrations with yet more lube applied, and after another switch in instrument sizes starts to rub Bella's * with her forefinger in sync with the motion of the intruding sound.
Before long simple pleasure overrules morals and decency, and ever so often low, guttural moans escape Bella's parted lips. The more she reacts and even starts to buck her hips slightly forward, the more Beth picks up speed and depth of every single motion, until Bella looks ready to come undone any moment now.
Only that then she makes a crucial mistake.
Instead of turning to me it is Beth who she pleads with to let her come, and Beth in turn halts what she is doing even before I utter a rather unfriendly
"Stop."
It takes her only a moment to realize her mishap but a glare from me makes her shut her mouth before a note of protest or apology can come out. I keep staring at Bella until she's nearly cringing in her restraints before I turn to Beth, silently asking her opinion on what she thinks is appropriate punishment that doesn't ruin our further plans right on the spot. She offers me a barely visible shrug, then her eyes dart to the case the still unused sounds are stored in.
"Do you like getting your peehole f*cked?" I ask her, turning my tone deliberately crude.
Bella swallows as she nods, new color rising in her cheeks.
"Yes, Master."
"Do you want Beth to continue?"
"Yes, please!"
"Do you think you deserve to come?"
She hesitates at the question, conflict plain in her eyes. A moment of lip biting ensues, before she slowly nods, but her gaze is unsure.
"Yes, Master?"
I snort as I lean closer, then quickly twist her rubber band pinched nipple hard. Bella lets out a high keen before she gets a grip on herself, the sound of her ragged breath as she deals with the pain loud in the otherwise silent room.
"Yes, you what?"
Her eyes keep searching my face but I can see her relax already when she realizes that I don't intend to keep her from climaxing. I briefly wonder just how much she will curse herself for that assumption later, but of course don't let her know my devious thoughts.
"Yes, your needy cumslut deserves to come while being f*cked in her peehole!"
Her breathy voice and obviously not fake enthusiasm make me laugh, and it's easy to grant her her plea – with one condition.
"I guess you do. If you manage to, that is," I point out cryptically, then go on as I turn to Beth. "But I think she can handle a thicker sound, how about two sizes up?"
"Certainly," Beth agrees, her tone very close to an evil purr as she's already reaching for the new instrument.
Bella's eyes are wide when I look back to her but she doesn't speak up, although she involuntarily cringes away when Beth is done lubing up the new sound. Something between a hiss and a whine leaves her lips once Beth starts pushing it into her slowly, but I trust Beth to know how far she can go without doing any damage at all.
Soon enough that assumption proves true when Bella's sounds of discomfort turn into more wanton exclamations of need, but it's clearly a challenge for her to actually let go and relax far enough to be able to climax. Thankfully we have time enough, and even when Bella finally comes I nod for Beth to continue. As much as I love tormenting Bella by keeping her from coming, watching her writhe in ongoing ecstasy is beautiful to behold. And it's not exactly as if that isn't a form of torment in itself anyhow.
Bella climaxes again with a long drawn cry before Beth stops her ministrations, a satisfied if evil smile on her face as she gets up from the chair and starts collecting her things. She leaves the speculum and butt plug in, though, as she steps away to make room for me.
I leave Bella some time to calm down before I kick away the chair and lean over her, making sure with a few light touches that the circulation in all her restricted body parts is still okay. She barely reacts except for a low groan when I shorten the lengths of rope that keep her legs spread and tied to the wall behind her, forcing her ass a little further off the bench. I might have to release her legs later if she's too tensed up, but for now I like her to stay just the way she is, all helpless and with her breasts straining against the rubber bands.
Slowly closing and extricating the speculum from her vagina is a rather wet process, and as usual Bella seems dismal about feeling so empty all of a sudden. I smile lopsidedly at her as I put on the white latex gloves before I slide three of my fingers into her hot, wet sex. Bella arches into the touch, her lips parted in a barely audible moan, and I feel her relax around me almost instantly.
I don't dawdle but pick up finger f*cking her hard and fast, while I pinch her * with my free hand. The sounds she emits make my cock hard, begging to be buried deep inside of her, but I do my best to will my erection away.
There will be ample time for that later, but right now I have something else in mind.
Something very close to a complaint leaves Bella when she feels the plug deflate once I open the valve, but at my pointed look she falls silent while I withdraw it. For a moment I consider f*cking her ass right now to relieve some of the tension inside me, but I decide I can wait a little longer. She definitely approves of having my fingers back inside her cunt, and I take my time pushing her closer to the edge once more.
By the time I feel the walls of her p-ssy start to clench around me in the lightest of contractions I ease up a little, but just enough to let her calm down, not shake her out of her still prevalent orgasmic bliss. It's easy enough to tickle her g-spot, and soon Bella is humping back at me quite fervently. At least until I stop and withdraw my fingers once more to let her catch her breath.
There's still some lube left in the previously sterile syringe so I use that to coat my left hand up to my wrist. Bella is way to busy enjoying herself, her eyes half closed, so she doesn't notice right away what I'm doing. When I rub the remaining lube around her * she rewards me with a downright wanton moan as she shuts her eyes for good.
Beth is watching us from somewhere to my side, and when I briefly look at her I see her shoulders shake with silent mirth.
Turning my attention back to Bella I slowly slide first two of my fingers back into her, then three. Her eyes close completely as she relaxes into my touch, a slight smile playing around the corners of her mouth. We usually don't use any lube for vaginal finger f*cking as she's fortunately easily turned on, but it's obvious that she's enjoying it now.
Going even slower I add a forth finger, and I can feel her clench around me for a moment before she relaxes again. I'm sorely tempted to just go on and see how long it will take her to catch on, but I know that's a sure way to set myself up for disappointment.
"Bella, look at me."
Her eyes flutter open and she blinks twice before her eyes focus on me, her cheeks still slightly red from the exertion of climaxing. All the while I keep f*cking her slowly, but once I'm sure I have her attention I start to go a little deeper while I spread my fingers a little more. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip when she stifles a sound, but from the way she keeps being relaxed I figure it's a moan.
"Do you like that, having four of my fingers inside of you?"
She nods, and when I cock my head to the side she adds a languid, "Yes, Master."
"How does it feel to you?"
My question confuses her for a moment, but she doesn't hesitate much before she replies.
"Uhm, really nice with the lube. So wet. Slick. Full. Awesome," she adds with a laugh. I return her smile warmly but apparently some of my devious glee seeps into it because all of a sudden I feel her tense and she seems a lot more alert. She doesn't ask why I want to know all that but I can see the question plain in her eyes, and for once I really want to see what's going on inside her head.
"Can you guess why I'm asking you that right now?"
More lip biting occurs, and for a few seconds her cunt is positively squeezing my fingers.
"You're not going to stop at just four fingers, I figure?"
My grin confirms her assumption, but I still do her the courtesy of answering.
"Not unless I have to."
The intensity of our locked gazes makes my skin crawl but in the best of ways, and after a moment she nods as she leans her head back against the bench. All the while I keep working my fingers deeper into her, until finally I stop to add my thumb, pressing it against my palm and in between the others.
Bella doesn't tense up but there's definitely some resistance, not that that's much of a problem. As excited as I am I force myself to go even slower, and to turn my motions more deliberate. She still goes rigid and makes a small sound, so I stop to let her adjust before I resume.
"You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about fisting you," I tell her, hoping that whatever blocks there are in her mind can be circumvented like that before they add to the physical barriers I have to overcome.
She seems a little surprised at my words, then clearly holds her reply back, something I really don't need right now.
"You're allowed to speak freely until we're done with this. In fact, I want you to tell me how whatever I'm doing to you makes you feel."
Her next exhale is a little strained but she nods, then looks away briefly.
"I feel kind of, well, pretty full already."
I smile encouragingly at her while I push in a little deeper, and after a moment I feel the resistance lessen and my hand slides in a little further, with just the hard part – my knuckles – still ahead of us.
"Care about being a little more specific?"
She shrugs, as much as she can restrained as she is, and I can tell she feels a little uncomfortable voicing her thoughts. Can't have that.
"I'm kind of, err, a little uneasy about the, uhm, implications ..."
"Straight talk, Bella, or I'm going to whip your ass bloody instead."
The brief reminder that we're still in our roles seems to work wonders, because the hesitant stutter leaves her voice. And for now I decide not to act on the stubborn set of her jaw.
"I'm afraid I'm either too tight now, or not tight enough anymore afterwards."
I can tell that both admissions cost her dearly and some of her previous blush is back, but the defiance in her gaze is easily recognizable for insecurity now. For a moment I feel like barking at her for coming up with such a nonsense, but I know that will only get her to use her safeword, and we'll be locked in a hell of a fight later. I hate to see her worry about anything concerning her body, and even more when she thinks she's not good enough for me in any way.
Easing up a little at first I gently push against her muscles, but she's starting to cramp for good, so I withdraw my hand completely and instead return to f*cking her with just three fingers. Bella seems confused at first, and I barely hold back a harsh laugh.
"What, do you really think I'm going to force this just to prove a point?"
It's not my intention but my words clearly wound her, and with a sigh I try to backtrack to before the point where my own resentments got the better of me.
"Bella, listen to me. If you don't want me to fistf*ck you, I'm not going to.
But I know that you love the sensation of being full, that you love being stretched, it's just a logical next step. You don't need to have born any children to be able to take my whole hand inside, nor will doing so stretch you permanently. Your vagina, like your anus, is mostly muscles, and muscles can stretch and accommodate when you want them to, but they can also clench down hard as well. When you're not ready I don't comfortably get a finger into your ass, either, but a little time and I can f*ck you with my cock without you feeling like I'm tearing you apart. It's not that much different than that."
I feel her relax a little so I go back to working four fingers into her.
"But my ass isn't as tight as it used to be before you started sodomizing me on a regular basis."
I can't say if she's already convinced and just teasing me, or if she's still working through this, so I don't crack any stupid jokes right now although several come to mind.
"And that bothers you?"
She thinks about it for a moment but then shakes her head, and I can feel the physical resistance give a little more. Adding my thumb again I push on, while I start rubbing her * in turn.
"Just relax and let me in. If you feel like it's getting too much you have to tell me, but we have all the time in the world."
Bella nods again, determination now replacing the stubbornness from before, and slowly but surely I feel her relax and open up to me. When I'm sure she can take it I push a little more, not harder but more persistent, and after a minute or two the worst of the block suddenly disappears.
A loud gasp that's probably more surprise than pain leaves her when my hands slips into her up to my wrist, and I force myself to keep absolutely still. My fingers are already starting to tingle from the pressure but I know that even the smallest motion can unbalance her now. She needs time, and time is what I'm more than happy to give her. After all, once she gets over the initial intense sensation I might actually get to the part where I can do with her whatever I want to.
Her ragged pants finally quiet down but her eyes are still huge, and I can see her arms straining where she's inadvertently trying to free her bound wrists. Beth is suddenly there right next to her, her voice obviously soothing Bella even more as she keeps talking to her softly.
"Like it?" I finally have to break the tension, and bastard that I am I wriggle two of my fingers ever so slightly. Bella's answer is a loud shriek followed by her jerking her hips – although towards me and not away – which of course causes way more friction than I've intended. A rather emphatic
"Holy f*cking shit!" leaves her while her whole body seems to buck as much as it is capable, before she goes slack once more. Catching my gaze she grins at me, her whole face aglow.
"F*cking amazing!"
I chuckle darkly while Beth and I share a smile, before I turn my full attention back to my beautiful sub.
"Want me to continue?"
"Please!"
And so the real fun begins.
Some women have problems climaxing the first few times getting fisted, but Bella clearly doesn't belong to them as I find out the moment I get a chance to resume a very shallow, extra gentle pace of thrusting inside of her. I immediately still when she clenches hard around me, but realize quickly what's going on when a near incoherent string of profanities alternating with apologies answers me.
I can't really punish her for being so wonderfully responsive – not that I ever planned to – so I tell her to come at will without having to ask for my permission, before I set a slightly faster pace.
What follows is one of the most amazing sessions of my life.
Not only does Bella like the sensation of my whole hand inside her, she can take it rather well, too. Before long her hesitant moans turn loud and needy, and more often than not it's her demand that makes me increase my ministrations, not my own. For once I'm happy to let her set the pace, although things get pretty scrambled once Beth and Bella start kissing again while Beth peels the rubber bands from Bella's tormented tits. I'm quickly losing count how often she's come yet, and just keep on f*cking her when her cunt is relaxed enough to let me.
By the time I withdraw my hand completely for the last time Bella is a complete mess, lube and her own juices covering her sweat slicked body all over. She's happy and she can't seem to stop smiling, but as wonderful as it feels to have been the one causing all that, my balls are so blue it's a miracle they haven't fallen off yet. While Bella seems oblivious Beth of course notices the painful erection in my pants, and with a chuckle she nods over at the mats on the other side of the room.
"How about we take care of that with a nice Bella sandwich? After all it's always best to show her first hand just how much her sweet little p-ssy can still strangle your cock. Particularly after that workout. Don't wait for me, I still have to get my strap-on."
I'm not sure Bella is still able to walk so I just pick her up and carry her over to the mats once she's freed from all the restraints. A simple look into her face confirms that she's still horny as hell, and when I flop down onto my back her fingers are already working on the fly of my pants. I quickly kick the leather off my feet, then just lie back as she straddles me.
"F*ck yourself on my cock. Show me that you can make me come without the help of your mouth and hands."
I only need to grab my cock long enough so she can align herself properly, then I feel her hot, welcoming cunt envelope me. True, she might not be too tight right now, but even before she's fully impaled on my dick the walls of her p-ssy grip me hard, and with the friction of her moving up and down fast I'm instantly in heaven.
Beth joins us a short while later, after she has ditched her skirt and donned her strap-on. She laughs when I have to grab Bella's hips to keep her still enough so Beth can ease the thick, dark blue dildo into her ass, the sensation making both Bella and me moan loudly.
F*ck, but I've missed this. And judging from the way Bella is leering down at me, I'm not the only one.
Without much command from my brain my hands reach up to cup her face gently for a moment, and her answering smile nearly takes my breath away. Then I'm reaching behind her body where I can catch both of her wrists in one of my hands to keep her retrained, before I pull her down and devour her mouth. And once I feel Beth getting a good hold on Bella's hips, I start f*cking her in earnest.
Tension is building up fast inside of me, and for once I don't feel bad about the added something about the sensation of my cock rubbing against another one through the walls of Bella's cunt and ass. The way she's bucking against me and moaning into my mouth only add to it all, and I feel myself start to come – when Bella grows stock still above me, a second before her whole body starts to tremble.
I have a split second of time to decide what to do, but the realization that Bella is crashing makes it easy for me. My own orgasm all but forgotten I let go of her, just when a strangled "Red!" somehow makes its way over her lips. Beth is only a little slower to react than me, and moments later Bella is huddled wrapped in my arms, sobbing uncontrollably against my chest.
Beth and I share a partly frustrated look over Bella's head, but she doesn't seem half as concerned – or surprised – as I am.
My eyes narrow at her just as Beth straightens and comes to her feet, but Bella's voice shifts my attention to her.
"Shit, I'm okay, really, I just can't
stop
f*ck!"
She obviously wants to say more but the rest is swallowed by her sobs. I keep holding her while I stroke her back, murmuring to her that it's okay and that she should just let it out. Meanwhile I follow Beth with my eyes as she leaves the room, and I can't help feel a certain amount of resentment towards my former Mistress.
My brain is, quite frankly, too fried to really make sense of all of this, but I can't shut up the voice inside my head that tells me that this was, in a way, a different test for both of us. Only that I'm not sure I've passed. And the sinking feeling in my guts tells me Bella hasn't done too well, either.
I don't really get a chance to fully develop those thoughts, though, as Bella needs my attention now, and in the end she's all that counts. So I do what I can to comfort her while she bleeds off tension the only way her body and mind are able to, and after a while she stops crying. I repeatedly tell her that I understand her reaction, that it has happened to me before, that crash when everything suddenly becomes too much and is simply overwhelming, but I have no idea if my words change anything. I'm just happy she lets me comfort her and doesn't try to take off like the first time this has happened in our first week together, and after a while even the voice inside my head shuts up.
Showering together helps Bella ground herself more, although she seems oddly terse when I try to be more of a gentleman than I usually am. Beth is waiting for us when we come back out of the changing room, and as she acts as if nothing has happened, I don't approach the subject, either. We chat about what we've done, Bella even tries to crack a few jokes, but the whole atmosphere is weird and after a while we all decide it's best to leave it at that.
At least until we're in the car.
I know for sure something is up when Bella withdraws from me further once we're just the two of us again. She's fiddling with the radio, and after she tunes in to a pop music station – something Bella normally never does –
I'm finally having enough.
"We need to talk about this."
Out of the corner of my eye I see her grow still, but when I turn my head and look at her, my fingers tight around the steering wheel, she's all innocent wide eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what just happened."
She's still playing dumb, but the suddenly haunted look in her eyes gives me the creeps.
"I'm okay now. You said so yourself, sometimes you drop, and that's it. And it's been an awful long time since my body got such a thorough workout from all sides like that."
I don't respond to that – I don't think I need to when she bites her lip hard –
but just when I'm about to give voice to the thought clamoring around in my head my phone rings. I try to ignore it but then realize that it's Rose's ringtone, and after a long look at Bella I pick up.
"Yeah?"
"Edward? Get the f*ck over to the hospital right f*cking now, my water just broke and I can't reach Em, he's at the motherf*cking gym where the reception is crappy and I need you right f*cking now! "
That pretty much puts an end to our previous conversation, and after making sure that she has already called an ambulance I hand Rose over to Bella so I can take a U-turn at the next intersection and speed right back the way we've come.
Part of me is glad that years of medical training pretty much wipe my personal issues from my brain, but I know that this isn't over yet. Strangely enough Bella doesn't look as relieved about the unexpected reprieve she gets, but instead seems downright miserable. Which in turn makes me wonder again if I'm not just projecting my own insecurities onto her, and this is really about something else entirely. I don't know if that's a good thing, or not.