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Missouri – Border

West Virginia – Border

Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, abruptly, he stopped. When he started rubbing my buttocks and legs, I let out a long guttural moan. Trapped between my stomach and the supple leather ottoman, my erection was painful, and the urge to grind my hips against the ottoman incredibly strong.

Finally, mercifully, I felt him preparing me; his long delicate fingers probed my anus with the warm wet, lubricant. A long open mouthed groan escaped me as he slid two fingers in and out of me. When I pressed my hips back into his hand, I realized that was the first time I had the conscious thought that I wanted him, wanted his hard sex inside of me, and it shocked me. Then I felt something being pressed into me, but it was cool, and smooth, and hard. Until it started to vibrate, I couldn’t quite place what it was, I moaned loudly as the unexpected pleasure washed through me.

Florida – Confederacy

Georgia – Confederacy

South Carolina – Confederacy

God, it felt good as he slowly fucked me with the vibrator, I quickly listed the states, but it took all of my concentration to keep me from my release. Behind the gag, I made wild animalistic sounds, sounds I didn’t even recognize – deep grunts, pants, and strained whimpers. As my hips moved in response to the thrusts into me, my sex was rubbed against the leather, and all I wanted was to come hard against that leather ottoman. The feeling was maddening.

Then, I felt something that distracted me from the pleasure. Saliva ran around the gag and over my chin. I hadn’t been concentrating on swallowing, and I was humiliated to feel it on my face, like I’d lost control of some bodily function. However, there was nothing I could do; my head was hanging from my position on the ottoman. My attention shifted again as he thrust the vibrator harder into me, feeling my orgasm approaching, I cried out, even begged him through the gag to please let me come. Pleading as loudly as I dared to make him understand, I felt the tears pool in my eyes; I wasn’t going to make it. I was going to fail him again, and I couldn’t fail him.

“I want to fucking hear you. Come hard for me Jayden,” he growled into my ear, and I breathed a sigh of relief before I concentrated on the sensations assaulting my body. As the vibrator drove into me, I rubbed myself against the leather, already slickened by a small amount of semen had leaked from me onto it. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Bucking my hips back and forth, I forced the toy deeper, creating delicious friction. My cries were so loud, they rang behind my ears. Then, I screamed into the gag at the ferocious power of my orgasm. Feeling the onslaught of pleasure, I bit down on the rubber ball in my mouth while Master Ethan held the vibrator inside me, and I came so fucking hard, my semen pooling on the leather beneath my stomach.

I was panting behind the saliva covered gag by the time I was finished, my body utterly spent, and I lay limp on the ottoman. When he unbuckled my gag and pulled it from my mouth, I could see the indentation of my teeth in the rubber.

“I have something better to put in your mouth,” he said in a low strained voice. I opened my mouth to him without invitation, and he rubbed my head affectionately as I felt his warm sex, hard as steel, slide into my waiting mouth. Using everything I had been taught, I ran my soft tongue over every inch, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking hard, and grazing my teeth over his thick sex. “Fuck… You’ve gotten so good…” he hissed as he moved faster in and out of my mouth. When I felt his hands go to my hair, I sucked harder, trying to please him, wanting nothing more than to make him happy.

“Fuck…FUCK….” he cried and I felt the jets of semen pulse into my mouth. Quickly, I swallowed as he filled my mouth, taking every bit from him as he gave a few more thrusts before his orgasm finished, and I swirled my tongue around him. Moaning, he pulled out of my mouth, and I was surprised when he knelt in front of me and murmured in my ear, “You sounded so fucking hot when you came. I just had to let you suck me.” Then, he kissed me on the forehead and stood up.

I rested for a few minutes while he was out of my line of vision, my head hung down, panting. The burning in my thighs was evidence that I had been in the position for too long. When Master Ethan came back, he untied my hands and massaged each of my arms. It felt good, not only from a physical aspect, but also from the affection in his touch. I had pleased him. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he pulled me back to kneel behind the ottoman, and I saw that he had a wet washcloth in his hand. First, he gently washed my face with warm comforting strokes. Next, he wiped my stomach clean from my orgasm, and finally, he cleaned the ottoman, and I smiled to myself.

“You are doing very well, Jayden. I will be proud to show you off this weekend,” he complimented as he ran his fingers through my hair tenderly, like I was his favorite pet, and I beamed at him in response.

His answering smile was full of pride, for me.

* * *

“Hey, Jayden,” Lexi said, her light airy voice was pleasant in the sparse expanse of the kitchen. I had never seen Lexi in the house other than in the playroom. She must have arrived early for our session today, as we still had fifteen minutes until we were due in the room. When I noticed she was wearing jeans with a soft pink sweater, I realized I had only seen her dressed that night in the bar. Clothing suited her.

“Hi, Lexi,” I greeted, smiling at her. When she smiled back, it took me off guard as it softened her whole face; she was just a clean cut kid there in our kitchen. No one would ever think to guess that she was a well trained sexual submissive. Critically, I appraised, and decided that even with her pink sweater, she still looked better in just her leather cuff. I could understand why Ethan kept her naked and waiting for him.

“How’s school?” she asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

“Out, thankfully. I don’t think I could concentrate on class while I’m worried about these mysterious visitors,” I whispered to her conspiratorially, not knowing if I was supposed to talk about things from the room outside the room. Ethan and I never spoke about that aspect of our relationship outside the boundaries of the room.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s going to be fine,” she told me, reaching over to ruffle my hair. It was such a kind gesture that it surprised me. This was really the first time we’d spoken since the bar. “He just wants to show his friends how proud he is of you. You’re really doing well, it’s almost like….” she broke off, almost as if she felt she’d said too much.

“Almost like what?” I asked curiously, and turned to face her as she blushed and looked down.

“Almost like you were supposed to be his sub,” she whispered, sneaking a peek up at me to see if I was upset. Shrugging, I let her know her comment didn’t bother me.

“I don’t know why I feel like this about our arrangement. It just feels…Well, it feels natural to me. I can’t really explain it,” I said in a quiet voice, and to my surprise, she nodded.

“I feel like that too.”

A few minutes later, we made our way up to the room together. Just before I reached out to open the door, she took my hand and squeezed it. I smiled at her, and as I turned the knob, she released my hand. Master Ethan was not yet in the room, so we quickly disrobed side by side and assumed our positions, on our knees, waiting for him to arrive. A few minutes later, he entered, and we maintained our positions, facing straight ahead, eyes down. I saw him stroke Lexi’s hair as he walked by on his way to turn on the music as always. Master Ethan had a great appreciation for classical music, and honestly, I’ve started to get hard every time I hear it, no matter where I am.

“We will not have an evening session today, or a morning session tomorrow. This will be our final session in preparation for our guests. I want you to be well rested and able to perform up to your potential for me. They will arrive tomorrow afternoon, so I want you both in here at noon. Is that understood?” he asked severely, and we both sounded our understanding. I wanted to reassure him that we would do as expected of us for his guests, but of course I remained silent.

“I have a little challenge for you, Jayden,” he continued, and when I looked up into his face, and he told Lexi to come to him. When she knelt in front of him, he pushed her onto all fours facing me. “If you meet that challenge, I will give you a very special treat. However, if you fail…” he trailed off and picked up a long thick leather strap. “Lexi will suffer the consequences.” As an example, he gave Lexi two hard lashes of the strap, and she screamed, her face contorted in pain. I was horrified. That was wrong – why should Lexi have to suffer for my failures? I’d been doing very well this week, but what if I didn’t make it? Should I use the safe word and stop the scene? He would be very angry if I stopped it before it even started.

Assuming what I was thinking, he explained, “That safe word only applies to you. Lexi would have to use her own word, and let me warn you – she’s never used it.”

“Master Ethan, may I ask what the challenge is?” Not that it would matter; I had to at least try.

“That is fair, I think,” he mused. “I am going to fuck you, Jayden. The challenge is merely that you cannot come until after I do. I will not manually stimulate you.” He tilted my chin up so that I was looking into his earnest eyes, and I nodded.

“Very good, Jayden,” he said softly, acknowledging that I could have used my safe word, but I chose not to because of my trust in him. “Now, come over here.” He walked over to the pulley, and I noticed for the first time a complicated set of straps on the floor beneath it – similar to black cargo straps. Positioning me on all fours above the straps, I began to get a little confused until he buckled them around me and cinched my wrists behind my back with another strap. I held my position on my knees, bent at the waist, with my hands bound, and as he moved the lever and the straps became taut as I started to rise.

When he moved the lever to stop my ascent, he brought black ropes over to me and efficiently bound my right ankle to my right thigh, so that my leg was folded with my foot almost touching my ass, then he did the same with my left. I could not move my legs. Effectively bound and suspended, the thought of my total vulnerability before Master Ethan made me incredibly hard.

Walking over to where Lexi was still on all fours, he opened the panel in his pants. Then, Master Ethan lifted her chin, and she rose up onto her knees and took his raging erection into her mouth. Putting his hands into her hair, driving into her mouth, his eyes locked with mine as I watched her preparing him to take me. After several minutes, he let out a sharp breath and pulled out of her mouth.

As he made his way around me, I saw that he was completely hard; his erection was straining out of his pants. Licking my lips, shocked at my own wanton need for him, and I found myself suddenly hopeful. If his need was greater than mine, especially because of Lexi’s talented mouth, then I stood at least some chance of succeeding in his challenge.

In keeping to his word about not manually stimulating me, he had applied the lubricant liberally to himself rather than to me, then entered me slowly while holding the straps near my hips. It was the oddest sensation, floating in mid-air, unable to move with him slowly filling me, and I groaned as he pulled on the straps, pushing his cock in deeper.

And then, I started to swing.

I felt him slam against my body’s momentum again and again as he fucked me. Low grunts were forced out of me with each of his hard thrusts, my own erection bouncing in time with his hips, and I found that made it difficult to fight off my orgasm. Realizing I needed my technique, I started with the Union states, forcing my mind away from the pleasure coursing through me. He kept up a steady rhythm, and I could hear his leather clad thighs slap against the skin of my buttocks.

I was doing very well until I ran out of states.

I started over, but it didn’t require as much concentration because I’d just listed them. When I felt my orgasm building, the thought brought my pleasure into focus - the vulnerability, the straps digging into my skin, and Master Ethan’s melodic voice, grunting, and panting in strained outbursts behind me. Panicking, I looked around wildly, trying to find something – anything- to focus on. Then, my eyes came across Lexi kneeling on the floor, watching us.

Olympia, Washington Annapolis, Maryland Columbus, Ohio

Master Ethan’s voice grew steadily rougher, and a stream of profanity rolled from his perfect lips.

Austin, Texas Harrisburg, Pennsylvania Jefferson City, Missouri

He let out a strangled cry and pulled back hard on the straps. As I felt him filling me, I gasped for air, still trying desperately to stave off my impending orgasm.

Saint Paul, Minnesota Hartford, Connecticut

Finally, he released his hold on the straps, and pulled away from me. I heard him panting behind me, moaning, "Fuck, Jayden". Slowly, he moved to the lever and lowered me. As he released the ropes from my legs, and the straps from my wrists and torso, I was still painfully hard. Master Ethan ruffled my hair as I kept my head down trying to get control of myself. Finally, he untied my hands.

"Very good, Jayden, very good," he said grinning, and then looked down at Lexi. "He saved you from my punishment. Would you like to say thank you?" he asked her with a wink.

"Yes, Master Ethan. May I please thank Jayden?" she pleaded, and he nodded. On her knees, she made her way over and pulled my chin up so that I was on my knees facing her. Looking into my face, she moved closer so that her warm soft body was pressed against mine.