EroticReverie

Callie

My cunt drips, so much that I can feel it as my arousal leaks from me, falling in a small stream, drops of my willingness and desire hitting the floor. He mocks me as the other men in suits look on. 

"Always such a desperate , wet,  little pain slut." He says as the cane lands with a sting horizontally over the fleshiest part of my ass, sending me screaming into the ball gag placed in my mouth. 

Cassian Cavanaugh was my dream man. Tall, handsome, rich, and capable of being as brutal as I craved. 

I'd only been serving as his pet, his slave for a few months now. I was one of a handful of girls that he currently "owned".  This was only the second "party" he'd invited me to. The first I'd merely men offered to his guests, my mouth part of the entertainment offered. I'd sucked off at least a dozen rich millionaires that night. Some old, some Cassian 's age, some younger. But tonight, I was part of the show, the real entertainment that his guests craved. 

It had only just begun, this was just the beginning and I could cum from the pain alone..if I was allowed. But as always, my pleasure belonged to him. He said when, he said how, he said if, I could cum. 

I'm currently bent over on the bench that is currently slanted at a slightly down ward angle. Skilled in the art of Shibari, Cassian  had be currently wearing nothing other than the dark crimson rope that he'd fashioned into a pentagram harness, my breasts bulging between the ropes, pressed to the leather of the bench I was currently strapped to. 

The men had watched as my arms, and legs were fastened with additional matching rope to where my forearms and knees and fronts of my calves rested. 

I couldn't see the face of the men, or even how many there were. Because I also had a crimson blindfold that allowed not even a sliver or speck of light to my eyes as I laid there, taking the caning from my owner, my master. I whimper as he strikes me again, and my cunt aches as I think about all the praise and aftercare that will come at the end of the night. It also aches with the current burning of where he's struck me on my ass, aches from the loss of my sense of sight, aches from the sounds of approving groans , aches from the way my mouth drools and drips around the ball gag as I let out a scream with the next strike. 

There had to be at least a dozen men and women, his get togethers and exhibits/parties always had at the very least a dozen people or more according to the other girls. The last one had several dozen people, probably close to fifty, one of his bigger events. My introduction to his group of girls, his slaves. 

I feel my hips attempt to lift as I feel the soft graze of the back of his knuckles against my wet cunt, and I hear the small hum of approval.  I feel the expensive fabric of his suit against my side as he rubs and soothes the stings on my ass while leaning down and whispering into my ear. 

"You are being such a good...good girl for me" his voice like rough velvet scraping against my eardrums and licking down my spine. I whimper and feel the smile of his lips against my ear. 

"Remember your signals Crimson?" He asks quietly and I nod with a whimper. 

Since I was gagged, there was no using a safe word. So I was limited to the the crossing of my fingers and tapping twice on the leather of the bench where my hands were free but my wrists were not. 

"Show me your signal again." he says, making sure in my haze of euphoria I haven't forgotten.  I cross my fingers on both hands and tap twice. 

"Very good." He whispers. "Let's hope we don't have to use it." He says. 

Like hell I would use my signal. I wanted it, craved it, needed the pain that would come tonight. He'd purposely refrained from handing out any punishments to me these past two weeks. Even when I'd purposely been a brat , he's only laughed and mocked me for trying to manipulate him into giving me the pain I craved. He knew I was craving it, out of my mind and wanton for tonight. 

My cunt clenches as he runs them cane over my back, down my skin, and then rubs it horizontally again over my ass and whips me again. Still, my cunt drips from the sting, not even close to being too much. Murmurs of approval, groans of excitement and hushed whispers as he delivers two more, in quick succession that have me yanking at the restraints, yelping around the ball gag, panting as "punishes" me. Everyone in this room knew it was not truly a punishment when I craved it, it was so clear to everyone in the room, that enjoyed receiving the pain as much as Cassian   enjoyed giving it. As much as they enjoyed watching it happen. I can hear the soft slurping and sucking of some of the other girls, servicing a few of the men from across the room, watching from somewhere in the circular room , with red crimson cushioned velvet seats. Cassian loved that color, and when he'd assigned me that name, and I'd learned it was his favored color for decor, I couldnt help the silly little swell of pride, or the swell of my clit each time he called me by it. All of his pets, his slaves were given names, of either gem stones, or colors. 

 The only others here tonight were Esme.."Emerald" a twenty four year old blonde hair blue eyed, five foot two miniature goddess with a perky b cup, and Kimmy "Jade" with curly brown hair, brown eyes, five foot nine with her massive triple D's. A super model type, other than the fact expensive designer clothes werent made for women with chests as large as hers.  

Another quick sting of the cane, and another, closer to that soft sensitive spot on my lower ass where the curve meets the back of my thighs. His hand is quick to reach out and press to the sting as my nails dig into the leather from the sting. 

Cassian had rules, and as much as he liked to deliver the pain we all craved, he had his own limits, and would never hit us in the most sensitive area of our asses, or on the tops of our thighs with certain instruments.  His soft stroke of his thumb on my ass is his silent apology to me, even though I don't require one. He knows i'd take it again and more, i'd let him hurt me in the worst ways if he wanted to. But I suppose a man with limits is what kept me always feeling safe, and well taken care of. That while he could deliver punishments that might seem cruel to others outside of the world of BDSM, Cassian took care of us more than he "punished" us. If there was thirty minutes of pain, Cassian doubled the amount of aftercare and pleasure that came after. He was always balanced, and more often than not tipping the scale towards the pleasure side. 

He told me our first night together, that the discipline I needed was different than the others, that I didn't seem to have limits, and I needed to learn to have them. For my own safety, that he already worried about me, that he wonders how much I've been taken advantage of at the hands of a lesser dom. I'd told him a few stories as he'd requested, and I swear I'd never seen any of my doms as displeased with me as he was that first night, learning of the things I'd let previous dominants do to me. 

While not one to kink shame, Cassian believed certain kinks of men, were not to ever be explored. That what I expereinced was violent men who hated women, and not actual doms. In my mind, I saw it differently. Until he'd taken me to bed that night. Until I'd been given such a delicious mix of pain along with pleasure, Cassian taught me more about what I deserved in one night than any of the men I'd been with had. 

I was only nineteen, but I'd lost my virginity young, by choice, to a boyfriend at the time that was a few years older. I wasn't even sure what woke up my appetite for pain, but by sixteen I was seeking out men that would give me something different than the vanilla things I'd already experienced. Older men were what I had sought out. I'd wanted experience, someone who knew what I wanted, and wasn't afraid to give it to me. 

Only knowing Cassian for months, I've learned how niave I was, thinking that I was ever in control with the other men I'd let be my doms. Cassian had been the first to even utter the use of safe words, he'd been angry with me when I told him I didn't need one and had never even been given one. I had been proud to tell him that, thinking that made me something special, that I could handle whatever he would give me. But the second I'd seen him displeased, the thin set of his lips, I knew, my little bragging rights, we're not anything to be proud of. I did not impress him at all. In fact, it pissed him off. Immensely. That visible immediate protectiveness I felt from him, was what made me promise myself to him the next morning when he'd asked me to be his submissive. 

Two months, only two months with him and I no longer felt the need to give my entire pain tolerance to someone else, or to push myself past it. Limits. There was no shame in having them, and as hard as I tried, and it was something I was still working on with Cassian , it was hard for me to draw the line somewhere. Maybe I was broken, but I'd never come close to wanting to use a safeword or a signal with him. The pain he gave never felt wrong, or violent, or like it was too much. Each bout of pain the man gave me, sent more than just the sting slices of pain through my system, but a warmth, and wave of content and rightness to be receiving the pain from him. With others, it had just been the pain. And i'd liked it , enjoyed it. but now, having been with Cassian , I realized, it could have always been so much more, but I'd not allowed the right men the honor. That the men who'd claimed to me doms, were nothing more than men hungry to have power over a woman. They deemed me less than, unworthy or being their equal, when Cassian deemed me higher than, worthy of being more than just his equal, but putting me and all his other pets and slaves on pedastals so high, and worshipping every single one of us. 

"I will always be the one in control." He'd told me. "But know that over all....you are the one that truly holds all the power. Your subserviance is not under my control. It is always your choice to give that loyalty and trust to me. To trust me to always do what is right for you. I will never abuse the power you give me. I promise." 

I'd nodded so eagerly to be his that morning after we'd had sex that felt like the world was falling away from me. 

That's why I sit here, still not even close to giving in, not even close to reaching any type of limit, because even though Cassian urges me to set limits for my body, I couldnt find them, as much as I wanted to, because I wanted to please him. But I was to greedy, and had never wanted pain from a mans hand, more than I wanted it from his. Because I knew the same hand would also be the one to hold my face afterwards, to wipe any tears, to soothe any lingering pain, that hands would be the one to be so god damn gentle with me afterward that I'd come close to crying for how soft he could be with me. 

I hated that blindfold at the moment, not because I wanted to see those around me, I just wanted to see him, I wanted to see him, six foot three, with his dark hair, peppered with greys, his clean shaven face for tonight, those eyes of ice that did things nobodys elses stare could ever do to me.  I moan as I just sit there, no cane, no hand on my body, just waiting for what comes next, the anticipation driving me crazy. More pain, more, my body sings for it. 

I feel the flogger at my back. My belly pushing to the bench as my back arches. the lether straps dance in waves as he rolls the flogger in constant slaps over my skin, up and down my back. On a pain level, it was nothing at all to me. Which made my cunt drip even more as it salivated for something more torturous. Yet Cassian knew, when it came to torturing me, this was what did it. Denying me the pain that I wanted. He knew a flogger would still excite his guests as they watched the leather straps carress my skin and then whip it gently. I moan when he gives me a taste of it on my ass, the straps kissing the stinging welts of the pain and waking them up and making my body tremble as I let the tease of it send me into a near orgasm. 

"If you cum. I stop." He warns, because he knows my body all too well, the noises I make when I'm close, the tensing of muscles and I cry into the ball gag at my mouth, drooling still around it as my cunt slicks my fucking thighs, dripping everywhere. If I had any shame at all , I might be embarrassed by just how wet I could feel I was, dripping like a leaky faucet for the man who owned my body and my pleasure. 

He gives me mercy I refuse to beg for when he stops, allowing me a reprieve, to calm myself before I fall over the edge i've been forbidden. 

I hear him walking beside me, the flogger comes again to my back, dancing slap after slap of the straps against my skin and I curl my toes, my body writhing, trying to find some relief to the ache everywhere on my body that itches for his hands and his mouth. Relief to my center, my aching cunt that drools for the cock of the man punishing me.