EroticReverie

Cassian

I watch from the corners of my eyes, the way every pair of eyes in the room is on Callie, as most eyes always are, even when she's not naked and sporting pretty little red lines on her ass, or dripping deliciously and desperately all over the floor beneath her. I smile at the small little puddle her pussy is making for me and the guests on the floor. 

My mouth salivates for the tastes of it, wanting to bend over and drag my tongue over her to have her flavor on my lips, and savor her with my mouth. Her long dark aubrun red hair is braided perfectly and hanging to the side over her shoulder, her pouty lips wrapped and drooling around her ball gag as she whimpers while the flogger probably does no more than tickle her skin. 

The amount of pain Callie could withstand was nothing short of incredible. I'd never been so tempted to pass my own limits with a woman, than I was with her. I wouldn't let myself though, I never let myself lose control with any of them, anytime I may have come even close, I simply walked away. Cooling myself off, reminding myself of the absolute trust these women put in me. Reminding myself of the gifts each of them laid at my feet each time they came to me and kneeled before me. 

Callie had been the youngest I'd ever taken into my service. She'd only turn nineteen a few weeks before I'd met her.  Before I'd found her in my night club , wearing an inviting tight latex dress made of my favorite color, the material so thin and so tight and stretched on her skin that I could make out that shadows of her nipples beneath, her pierced nipples on display through the press of the latex. I didn't have a preference for women. I was intrigued by all heights, weights, hair colors, skin colors, and attitudes. Brats, good girls, a little bit of both.  When I'd seen her long hair, nearly matching her dress, those long legs in those heels that made her even taller, I knew I wanted to take her home. That I had to have her. That the stranger across the club, the gorgeous creature currently flirting with one of my already devoted pets, would have to belong to me as well. 

I had Mira "Topaz" introduce me, and I hadnt been able to fight the smirk on my lips as Callie's eyes had lit up and widended at the sight of me. In an expensive all black suit, my hair done neatly, a few days scruff on my face, peering up at me like a deer in headlights. Oh yes. I knew that instant she would be mine. 

That night, I'd taken her home, just her and me. With a hard to rival all others I've ever had and  fresh condom in my suit pocket, I'd pinned "Crimson" to the wall and took her right against the entryway marble table, that tight little latex dress rolling up as her legs spread to invite me between them, those hot little heels dangling and crashing to the floor from her feet as I thrusted into her. She was incredible. She smelled incredible, looked incredible, sounded incredible, and felt like something beyond heaven even with a fucking condom separating me from her warm, wet, tight heat. 

I'd made it a point to do at least some talking before taking her again. 

I'd brought her to the kitchen, fed her, hydrated her, listened with a simmering rage as she'd told me about her previous "doms".  I did nothing to hide my anger or disgust with the way they'd treated her. No talk of safe words, no after care, sending her on her way the second it was all said and done. She seemed to think this was acceptable, not at all bothered by it. Which, I suppose was good in it's own way , for her. But for me, it was not okay, and I knew I needed her then even more than before. To teach her what a real dom is, to teach her how what she gave to those men should be appreciated, should be rewarded and cherished and not just taken without anything given in return. 

I fucked her feircely the entire night. Making it rough, making it gentle. Over and over I took her over the edge, making her cum, making her scream my fucking name, teaching her how her body needs to be fucked and worshipped. 

The next morning, I'd bent her over me on the bed, laying there with her across me, my morning wood digging into her stomach as I laid slap after slap over her beautiful ass. Listening to her beg for it harder, giving her what she asked for and the way she came without me even touching her cunt had me reeling. She was going to quickly become one of my secret favorites if she'd have me. So I'd asked...and she'd accepted. 

I made her get on her knees and pledge her service and obedience to me, and then made her serve me for the first time as mine, there on her knees, sucking me off with the most perfect mouth I'd ever had. The prettiest fucking green eyes looking up at me, half angel, half devil, and all mine. 

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The first night I'd allowed her to come to one of my events at my house, I'd ordered her to make as many men cum as she could. I'd never been harder watching her work her way from cock to cock. Each man left their thanks with me when they left that night, praising my newest addition. All of them eager to meet her again, offering their money to spend more time with her. Even though that's not what I did, I didnt sell any of them. The girls had my blessing to do whatever they wished outside of being with me at the house, when they werent under my order, they were their own people. All that was required of them, was to be honest, and to provide clean tests to me every other week when starting out. Then after a while, the tests were required every month instead. They were required to use condoms with any men they came in contact with. Myself included. While most of them were on some type of birth control, I still didnt want the extra risk or possibly impregnating any of them. I had no desire to be a father , and as far as I knew, none of them currently had desires to be mothers either. 

When I had the women over, they did not sleep in my bed. Of course after a session, there would be after care, there would be the cuddling and the holding of them in the bed. Kissing them, stroking their hair and reminding them how thankful I was, how grateful I was for the gifts they gave me of being mine. But if they stayed the night, they did so in a guest room.  It was just one of my limits, and I didn't like sharing a bed. 

Yet....that first night with Callie, I'd kept her in my bed. I tell myself it was because she was not yet mine. But even after she devoted herself to being my submissive, I never sent her to another room when I had her over. Callie...my Crimson, always slept beside me. 

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Tonight she is desperate, craving the pain I've denied her for two weeks now. Knowing I wanted to build her up for tonight when she agreed with such eagerness to be the subject for tonights gathering at my house. And now, she is no longer on the bench but removed, and is instead, now bound with both hand directly above her head in the center of the room, my assistant having moved the bench, to allow me to lower the chains, and lock her wrists together in padded cuffs , hooking them to the silver ring at the end of the one chain. When I adjust the chain, to lift her just a bit higher, leaving her dancing on her tip toes, her body pulled taught, her stomach moving in and out as she pants into her ball gag, still with her blind fold on, those gorgeous tits of her pressed still in her pentagram style harness, her pierced nipples deliciously hard, her sweet thighs slicked with the mess of her arousal as they rub together. 

"Bar." I say to my assistant and I hear her whimper. Knowing how much she enjoys showing off how wet she gets, even though the puddle of her sex is still on the floor from when I had her on the bench. 

A spreader bar is brought over by Tavius my assistant, a younger male, that I took under my wing, who desired to be a dom as well, but was still learning to hone the confidence it took. 

He spreads Callies legs apart, as I readjust the chain suspending down, lowering her just a touch more as her legs are locked in the spreader bar, leaving her still on the balls of her upper feet, and toes. 

I reach out as Tavius moves away. I slip the blindfold up and off, her eyes wincing and blinking and looking up at me. Her brows move, pinching slightly as she moans from just looking at me. I could get high off the way she looked at me. The worship went both ways, without question. The way her green eyes locked on me everytime, made me weaker than I cared to admit. I'd never met a woman with a set of eyes like hers, not just for their beauty, but because of how she used them, the emotion she could send crashing through them and into whoever it was on the other end of her stare. 

I lift my hand to her face, dragging my thumb over her lower lip that drools still from the ball gag. 

"Missed those pretty eyes." I whisper to her and she whimpers, her hips pitching forward. 

I was proud of myself, for the way I'd come to make her crave more than pain. I knew Callie wanted more than just the pain I could give her. I could tell by the way she responded to my gaze, my words, my gentle touches. 

I drag my hand down her neck and around her throat gently as I lean in and kiss her cheek, adoringly, appreciately, and hear her little groan as I brush my lips towards her ear. 

I didn't matter if I broke the scene just slightly, as long as it was just to between us. Only the guests cared enough for me to not lose the dom power that I forced to hum in the air even when she was making me cave to her. 

"I'm going to take such good care of your tonight Callie" I whisper to her, using her actual name, instead of her pet name, which earns me a whimper and a moan. My hand skirts from her throat down her chest, I wrap my hands around a section of the hardness and yank her hard against me and the room groans with approval as he restrained body flies to mine and she yelps behind the ball gag. 

"Pins." I growl to the side of the room at Tavius. 

He brings me the dish of black wooden clothes pins, two long strings of them. All attatched. 

I stroke her stomach, her her torso, letting my finger toy with her nipples gently as I look in her eyes, feeling my cock harden with each of her moans as Tavius starts to line the clothes pins up each of her sides. Each pinch made on her skin as he attatches them makes her moans, and I know her pussy is absolutely still drenched and further drooling down her fucking thighs. I grab each nipple and pinch them hard for her as her pretty green eyes flutter and roll back as I pull them towards me and she whimpers, head going back slightly between her raised arms. I grab them well, careful not to pull from her piercings, but further back, grabbing more of her breast with her nipple as I pull them again and she drools all over herself, and down her chest, and over the harness as she sits there suspended, her toes pushing on the floor, trying to stay as still as she can. 

Tavius is gone, her body lined with the dark clothes pins on either side and step back and look at her with a grin, appreciating the symetry of Tavius' work. I turn my head and give him a single nod. Letting him know how good she looks right now thanks to his work. 

From below her elbow and down to just a few inches past her hips, twenty clothes pins line each side of her. Pinching at her soft skin, making the skin pink just slightly around where they pinch her. 

I hold out my hand towards Tavius. Hold up one finger and he walks over to me, placing a single black clothes pin in my fingers and I watch as Callie breathes rapidly, her sexy drool still streaming from around the ball gag as she whimpers. 

The room watches as I step forward, dragging the clothes pin rough down her her center, letting it dig against her skin just slightly as I lower it.  She breathes in deep and lets out a moan as crouch down, spreading her lips with my fingers.

"Look at your messy little cunt." I growl at her, loud enough for the room to hear the way I'm talking to her. 

"You're dripping everywhere. Making a fucking mess of your pussy and thighs, and my fucking floor." I say and then push her lips apart wide, fighting the urge to taste her. Wanting so bad to suck her swollen clit, to slide fingers into her aching cunt and give my pet what she needs instead of what she wants. Instead of what the room wants too. 

I flex the clothes pin open and groan as she moans with anticipation as I let the pin , pinch her clit gently, then slowly let go, letting the pressure clamp down on her clit making her groan loudly through her ball gag. I leave it there, give it a little flick that makes her legs shake and I grin to myself. 

Standing back up, I run my hands up over her stomach making sure not to touch her sides where the other strands of clothes pins decorate her skin. My hands up over her breasts, then I slap both hands down over them slapping her breasts and she bucks her hips towards me, her feet moving from the floor, the chain above her rattling and she swings slightly , until I place a foot on the bar, pushing down to steady her. 

"Get ready Crimson" I growl at her.