Chapter 98 pt 2

“Follow me, we'll go to the bathroom so you can rid yourself of the tampon and show me how that cup works”

I don't know why Bella's reaction shocked me, it should be common knowledge to me by now there are things she does that just baffle my mind. Plus I had already known she was squeamish about changing a tampon in front of me. Yet as I stood in the doorway waiting for her to sit down on the toilet I was most definitely shocked.

She was very determined to not have me there while she did something that should have come so very natural to her. Crossing my hands over my chest I told her in no uncertainly exactly how intent I was that she comply.

“I will give you exactly one more minute to obey or I will remove that tampon myself, the choice is yours”

Her eyes shifted from me to the commode then back again as her face took on a scowl while she clamped her teeth into her bottom lip in a way that looked almost painful. Her eyes continued their movement for another moment until her legs started twitching from the anxiety radiating off her. Giving me a final look she squared her shoulders and said “Yellow”

Letting out a sigh I dropped my hands from the defensive pose I had taken to question her “Speak freely and tell me exactly what the problem is”

She gave me a look of total disbelief “This is very personal Master”

Personal? Was she kidding me?

The woman has allowed me to explore every orifice she has. I have stuck just about every toy imaginable inside her and watch as spewed cum out like a water facet. How much more personal could you get? Deciding annoyance at her rational was not the way to handle the situation I went for a diplomatic approach.

“There is nothing personal about your normal bodily functions Isabella, every aspect about your body should be open to me and should not be a cause of embarrassment”

And that's what she was – embarrassed

“I wouldn't poop in front of you”

I wanted to laugh both at the response and the childlike way it was delivered, however I controlled the reaction so I could inform her “There will come a time when you just might”

“NO! Absolutely not! That's a hard limit”

Staring at her I tried to gauge the seriousness of her reaction. I knew scat and toilet play was off limits, hell it is a disgusting practice and how in the world anyone gets off on shitting on their partner was beyond me. Yet that was not what I was talking about. The subject mater was more of there being no barriers between us that would cause her humiliation. She should be able to say and do anything in front of me as if I wasn't even there. Still if it was causing her this much distress then perhaps the timing just wasn't right and I needed to back off.

“Are you saying this is a hard limit?”

Squaring her shoulders Bella looked me directly in the eye “Yes. This one is saying anything she has to do on the toilet is none of your business and is a Hard Limit”

“Very well” I said with a nod, not in a agreement but rather in assent “Join me in the kitchen when your done”

Turning to leave I began to shut the door behind me, stopping the action I gazed over at Bella – who had not so much as moved an inch – giving her a reminder “When you return, see that you present yourself in full mode and we will continue our evening”

“Yes Sir”

As I once again went to shut the door Bella called out “Master?”

Cocking it open again see what she wanted I was met with a sad smile “Thank you”

“No thank you necessary, that's the way it works Isabella. I might not agree but I can still respect your right to choose”

And I didn't agree, but that was my problem to deal with and who knows, sometime down the road Bella just might find she's no longer adverse to the idea. If that happened great, if not, as I told her it's all about respecting her limits and her choices.

Bella was only in the bathroom a few minutes, still by the time she reemerged I had the dishes soaking in the sink and was sitting down at the table with a glass of ice tea. Coming to my side she sank down onto her knees awaiting my acknowledgment. I didn't want her to think I was angry or disappointed in her so I immediately motioned for her to come to me. Scurrying forward on her knees Bella's eyes remained downcast and I just couldn't have that.

“Relax nâhtötse” With her head resting on my thigh it was only natural for my to thread through the length of her hair, after a few passes the quiet became too uncomfortable. “Talk to me Isabella”

“Your girl didn't mean to make you upset by being defiant”

Yeah I knew she'd feel that way

Tapping her shoulder I waited for Bella to straighten up before grasping her chin and leaning in so my eyes were only slightly higher then hers “You were not defiant, the situation was something we had not previous disgust. I was pushing you to do something which made you very uncomfortable and you responded exactly as you should have. The only way I would have been upset with the situation was had you complied simply out of duty only to totally regret it after the fact. So don't worry your pretty little head” grinning at her smile “I'm very proud of you” adding a kiss to her forehead.

“Now” grinning as I released her chin “since my slut is all refreshed and ready to continue with the evening, might I suggest she gets started on the dishes”

Giving me a smirk followed by a soft giggle she answered with a quick “Yes Sir”

Sitting there with my eyes glued to Bella while she worked, my dick started to come to life. I couldn't help it, truthfully I didn't want to. Even doing something so mundane as washing the dishes caused the muscles in her body to flex in the most tantalizing ways. Yet the main obsession of my focus was the tattoo which covered the lower portion of her back and left butt cheek.

The swirling scrolls accentuating the natural contours of her curves and the butterflies situated so perfectly that the slightest movement on Bella's part seemed to make them take flight. So engrossed in the fixation; my feet had me moving towards her before my brain registered the action – extending one finger, I had to touch it.

Bella didn't even flinch at the feel of me tracing the swirling motion of the longest scroll. However she did draw in a quick intake of air when I dropped to my knees, held her hips in my hands and copied the motion with the tip of my nose. Closing my eyes I let the contours of her body led the direction, slowly drawing in deep breaths of her sweet skin while exhaling warm air out of my mouth.

The shiver that ran through her body was the only thing to bring me out of the trance like state I was in because in all honesty I could stayed there forever. Opening my eyes I used my chin to trace the swirls down over the fullness of her ass cheek. As my head moved, my hands skimmed the length of her legs and back up the inside until I reached her upper thighs. Sliding them back over her hips I did the whole circuit again this time ending by biting the spot just below the ink.

It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark yet Bella still caused a few drops of water to splash on the floor when she jumped. Holding in my chuckle I kissed the spot I had just inflicted then gave the other cheek a good swat causing yet another jump. Kissing that spot also I slowly got to my feet while placing soft kisses along her back. Reaching her hip I took another small bite earning me a gasp and her a kiss to mark the spot. The same thing occurred on her rib cage only that time the gasp was followed by a giggle and a hard swat to her bottom.

Her body, which had cooled off from our discussion in the bathroom was once again primed and ready, making it so much easier for our night to continue as planned.

Reaching to my full height I moved her hair away from her left shoulder, kissing and nipping along the expanse until I reached her neck. Bella was kind of swaying against my chest, drawing in deep even breaths and tilting her head to allow me access, all telling signs she was enjoying the subduction. Reaching her ear my teeth tugged lightly on the lob while my hands moved across her ribs to cup her breast.

“It's time to remove these” tugging on her nipples so she knew I meant the bands.

I had been playing with her breast all night, you could say I was tenderizing them, preparing them for better things to come.

A small whimper left her throat as I started manipulating the nubs, grasping the bands I rolled them around in my fingers, separating them from the grip they had her nipples. Bella hissed as I worked the bands against her already tender flesh. Arching her back she pushed her breast into my hands and hip into my rock hard dick, and I couldn't help but to thrust it against her.

“Do you feel what you do to me Isabella” I growled in her ear “Do you feel how hard you make me?”

All I got was a bunch of heavy breathing and a whimper, which traveled straight to my groin so rather then letting out a my own groan I squeezed the flesh between my fingers and demand “Answer me!”

“Yes!” Isabella screamed out making me squeeze a little harder as I questioned sternly “Yes What?”

“Ye...Yes Master”

“Good girl” whispering as I soothed the punishment from her nipples with the palm of my hands.

There is a skill to removing the bands, something I preferred to do with my mouth because I can elongate the nipples with suction and use my teeth to roll them off. Using my hands required the whole ordeal to begin again, stretching the flesh while working the rubber loose. Throughout the process Bella was hissing and whimpering to the point where I needed to give her something else to concentrate on.

Kissing her temple I whispered in her ear “Reach up and open the right hand cabinet”

The plate I had prepared came into view, perched on top of the row of glasses just as I had left it. Telling her to remove it I had her set it on the counter then gave her another task to not only aid her but also myself.

Taking a half step back I again spoke in a hushed calm tone “Reach behind you and open my pants”

Her hands worked awkwardly, after popping open the button she began tugging on the zipper, the relief from the painful pressure was so great I groaned out a sigh before warning “Don't you dare touch me.”

Aroused as mush as I was, one stoke just might have been my undoing and I had another idea to take care of that problem. And it was a problem. A hard, throbbing, all encompassing complication which had to be eliminated and soon.

Rolling the bands to the furthest point before they could be removed I told Bella to grasp the edge of the counter “Hold on my pet...almost done”

Counting to three against her neck I rubbed my semi-uncovered erection against her back and with each ensuing tug enjoyed the feel of her taunt muscles flexing against me. Saying the magical number, Bella's whole body shook with what I'm sure was her own relief as the bands came off into my hands.

Dropping them on the counter I gathered her hair over her right shoulder and wrapped my left arm across her chest, cupping the fullness of the opposite breast in my palm. Alleviating the ache by letting the warmth coming off me sooth her ravished nipples while placing gentle kisses along her neck.

“shhh...I know, that smarts a little bit”

Yeah, I was being a cocky bastard, but it was all in name of the game.

“You pleased me Isabella” I said running my right hand down the length of her side

And she did, the training, conditioning and obedience coming out in the most amazing ways, yet I was even more pleased when she spoke in a hushed reserved tone “Thank you Master”

“You're welcome my slut” saying the words with pride as I placed the final kiss on the closure of the silver collar that proclaimed her mine.

Giving Isabella another moment to catch her breath I realized the dishes were not completely finished, they were going to have to wait, because my dick had it's own agenda. Lifting the dog collar off the plate I had Bella hold her hair out of the way before securing the black nylon cord around her neck.

Stepping to her right side, I lifted her chin, turning it to for her to look at me before fingering the engraved heart shaped name tag dangling from the collar. “Whose property are you Isabella?”

Her quiet was both rewarding and infuriating. The first rule she learned was unless otherwise directed she was to answer only my yes and no questions.

However I really wanted to hear the reply and what I want - I get.

“Answer me!” barking out the order so loudly I almost jumped right along with her

“You Master...” she said with wide startled eyes “This slut belongs to you”

I smiled warmly to let her know the answer pleased me.

“That's right and since you are mine I'm going to tell you it's time to kick the evening into gear. I also thought you would like to know I'm enjoying the sound of your voice tonight. In fact it is so very pleasant I want to hear it often. So I have a gift for you.”

Reaching out to tweak the nipple directly in front of me I grinned at her response of sucking in a deep gust of air, while my other arm blindly stretched out to lift the clamps from the plate. She continued to stare into my eyes yet Bella knew damn well what was going to happen. Her eyes widened a little further as she swallowed hard, bracing herself for the inevitable bite of steel

“My gift to you Isabella is the removal of all vocal bondage, for the rest of the evening you may voice your impressions as freely as you wish. I don't want you to hold anything back, I want the room to be filled with your unencumbered begging, your cries of pain and your moans of pleasure.”

Snipping the clamp in place Bella gasped out a whine, her eyes glazed over as I turned the bolt to increase the tension while squealing out a whimper that caused my dick to ache.

“Oh yes Isabella, I do so enjoy that sound” moving to her other side Bella braced herself as I held the clamp “Let's see if you can do it again”

That time the whine sounded like a hoot owl that increased in both tempo and pitch as I turned the bolt. Smirking at her my finger ran along the drooping chain connecting the two clamps, tugging slightly I again appreciated the reaction.

“I truly hope you take full advantage my...benevolence.” Bella flinched as I let the chain drop and using my hands to scoop her hair up, returned it once again to hang freely down her back “However I must inform you, it comes with a price.”

There was one more item on the plate, asking Isabella to hand it to me I held the double ended lobster clasp in my fingers letting her wonder what it was for while I explained “As I said, be as vocal as you like, yet it would be in your best interest to keep your head in an upright position.”

Hooking one end of the clasp through the center loop of the chain I drew it up to attach the other onto the metal ring of the collar. The extra lift providing just the slightest bit of pressure on the clamps so other then a deep breath Bella remained unfazed and I figured a demonstration was in order.

“Because other wise it could get very uncomfortable” entwining my fingers in her hair Bella let out a sharp squeal of pain as I pulled her hair and essentially her head back. “Do you see what I mean?”

A mans control over himself can only be tested for so long until he explodes and I had reached the boiling point. Staring down into Isabella's surprised face with her wide eyes a heady mixture of fear, pain and lust, it was more then I could bare. My lips crashed to hers in a searing kiss, replacing the high pitched wail of pain with deep carnal moans. The sounds inflaming my own lust as I plunged my tongue into her mouth with an animalistic need to claim what was mine.

I stayed plastered to her lips until my head started to swirl and every fiber of my being was screaming for me to take her. When I finally pulled back, my hand full of Bella's hair tightened as I spoke severely through heavy uneven breaths

“You didn't answer me Isabella”

The extra tension of the chain attached to her collar caused the pressure on the clamps to tighten and Bella shrieked “Fuuuuucccckkkk...jesus fucking...”

“Was that a request?” spitting out the words while I released her hair and before I knew it was standing behind her, pushing on her back with one hand and dropping my pants with the other. I heard her curse while she braced herself against the sink but I too busy using my knees to separate her legs to care. One second I was standing there with my shaft in my hands and the next I sheathed inside her warm moist walls.

With my knees pressed against the lower cabinet and my hands gripping Bella's hips there was absolutely no chance of her escaping the onslaught. All the pent up need I had been fighting for the last hour came out in the most primal way. She felt so fucking good, every plunge into her was better then the last and driving my dick in and out of her my own grunts and groans were drowned out by the moans and screaming curses coming from Bella. .

My brain was kind of foggy from the sensations surging through me, so it took a moment to put together the signs her body was giving off and the words from her mouth.

She wanted to cum and from the longing in her voice – she wanted it bad.

That wasn't going to happen, at least not yet

I was almost there, my balls were already starting to tingle so it wasn't going to take much longer. Fisting a hand full of hair, Bella screamed and I warned through clinched teeth “Don't you fucking cum”

Making sure she was paying attention I demanded sternly “Do you hear me slut!”

“Yes!” she yelled in response but immediately pushed back to met my thrust and again I demanded with a tightening grip “Yes What!”

“Master!...Yes Master!...fuck ...please....ple...please ..fuck your slut...Master...cum...she wants to...cum...please!”

Her internal muscles started to squeeze around me, adding even more exquisite pressure on my dick and I knew she wasn't going to be able to hang on much longer. Luckily I also had reached my breaking point, with one swift motion I released her hair, pinned her against the counter with my arm and pulled out in time to cover the tattooed butterfly with ropes of cum.

Slumping over Bella I was careful to not put too much of my weight on her by resting my hands on either side of her body. Using the counter for support I was able to ride out the pleasure of my release, Bella was a different story.

My girl was beyond needy.

Her bottom was squirming around, looking for something, anything to scratch the itch that was left unattended to while she continued to pitifully beg for release. “please Master...please don't...don't stop..almost there...please...Master...please”

Kissing the tip of her shoulder I gently patted her hip before pushing off the counter to stand up“Sorry nâhtötse, beg all you want...” running out of breath I needed to refill my lungs before adding “ it's not going to happen...at least not now” reaching over to get a paper towel I did give her a bit of hope “But who knows, the night is young”

Her resounding groan made me snicker.

That will teach her to be prepared on time

After using the paper towel to clean off the cum I tucked myself back into my pants and had Bella stand up - she was a hot mess.

The flush on her face illuminated the perspiration, causing her hair to cling to her upper body even more then the wet strands that had fallen into the sink did. Her chest rose in exaggerated movements from the effort of her lungs working and I swear there was a touch of fury in her eyes.

She was not at all a happy camper so of course I had to add fuel to the fire.

“My slut is dissatisfied”

Unlike the childlike innocence that she usually evokes by looking at me through her lashes, this time the vibe emanating from her was down right murderous – she was fucking angry as hell.

I did have to give credit where it was due, Bella reigned it in, even putting a slight smile on her face as she answer “Yes Sir, just a little bit”

“Ah...well” making her hiss as I flicked the chain nestled between her breast “in that case perhaps I can think of something to quench your desires”

A hopeful gleam appeared for a moment as she assumed I meant to give her the release she so badly wanted. It only lasted for the briefest second until she heard me say “Nothing like work to take your mind off your troubles.”

Spinning her the half turn towards the sink I commanded with a swat on her bottom and a smile on my lips “Finish the dishes”

Letting out a loud audible huff Bella shocked the shit out me by slamming her foot on the floor.

My first response was automatic “Was that a sigh?”

The second one was more of total bewilderment “And did you just stamp your foot?”

Never and I mean absolutely NEVER has a submissive ever stomped her foot at me, had I not been so shocked it would have almost been comical. And I'm not ashamed to say I was at a total loss on how to handle it, that is until the feigned innocence came out.

Not only did she try to play it off Bella had the audacity to bat her eyes at me.

As if that was going to help.

My hand came down with a resounding slap on the fullness of her ass causing a gasping “oh” from her throat.

“Do it again” looking at me in confusion I ordered “Don't look at me” snapping her head back I ignored her wince to reiterate forcefully “Do it again! I don't think I saw it correctly, so please indulge me! Show me again how you Stamp your foot!”

Tentatively raising her foot she brought it down on the floor with a quick stomp at the same time my hand made contact with the other cheek.

Eliciting a slightly higher pitched “OH” from her I ordered ruthlessly “Again!”

After the fifth round the 'oh' turned into 'owe' and her begging wasn't for release it was for reprieve, there was none to be found.

“Naughty little girls who throw tantrums get spanked” I growled before barking out “Again!”

Ten times I had her repeat the little performance and then with a snap of my finger pointed the way to the corner. “I want to hear them loud and clear Isabella”

Shaking my head in total disbelief of her antics I couldn't help but to admire my handy work. I hadn't hit her very hard, still her butt cheeks were a nice bright pink. The contrast against her normal pale skin tone was strikingly arousing to both me and I would wager to guess to Bella also. The humiliation from the chastising and spanking along with being sent to the corner would have been enough to overload her with desire. Add to that the warmness coming from her glowing bottom and the bite of the clamps - she would have been needy as hell.

At that moment Isabella was probably even more aroused then she had been before gracing me with the infantile exhibition. In fact had I been so inclined to investigate, there was not a doubt in my mind I'd have found my sluts thighs drenched with her juices.

Barring no further performances I'd see to her need, a little bit later in the evening she'd be good and satisfied.

Finished reciting the phrase, Bella properly thanked me and I gave her ten minutes to finish the dishes before joining me down in the playroom. When she arrived - with two minutes to spare – I didn't make her formally present herself, instead calling her to my side the moment she stepped into the room.

There was no reason for the formalities of her getting into a waiting position, our time was already half over, still there is something to be said for the mental preparation. Especially since I had a girl who – and I still couldn't believe it happened - less then a half hour earlier was stamping her foot at me. I was sure my reaction to her one woman show of 'brats-on-parade' would have been a sufficient enough warning. However this was Bella and if there is one thing I knew for sure, good sense be damn, when my girl wanted something she could be tenacious as hell.

It wasn't my normal procedure to bring up a previously chastised behavior. Once it had been dealt with, the slate was wiped clean and unless the same infraction was repeated, it was never mentioned again.

Knowing I was going against everything I had been taught and completely believed in, I proceeded anyway. Because looking in her face I noticed the slightest hint of descent which I found to be both charming and disconcerting. The two opposite emotions waring for dominance, luckily for Bella – and ultimately me too – charming took second place.

We were in my playroom, once and only once have I relaxed the rules which govern the area and that was just recently with Bella's cane indoctrination. I had to admit so far Bella's brattiness had been both trying and kind of fun. From the beginning of our night I had been pushing her, which can result in some manifested irritation. The behavior was nothing I couldn't handle and really it had provided an extra little 'kick' to our night. However since we were no longer in the kitchen, an extreme word of caution was definitely in order.

Giving a wide expanse I took one slow circle around Bella, scrutinizing her stance, reaching her back I admired her still slightly pink bottom before stepping closer to adjust her hair. Gathering a few stray pieces that had fallen over her shoulders and bringing them back to join the rest before continuing in my examination. The extra attention served to give Bella a slight taste of anticipation along with letting her know the expectations of the playroom are held at a higher standard.

Wanting to make that point exceptionally clear, I gave the signal for her to meet my glaring eye before giving the warning that would hopefully save her ass. “A word to the wise is sufficient. Correct Isabella?”

She answered immediately with a 'yes Sir' yet still had an expression of confusion which I cleared up.

“That's good because I think it's safe to say that had you pulled your little stunt from the kitchen, here in My Playroom, the outcome would have been quit different. I can guarantee you without any doubt, my reaction would not have been as lenient.”

Remorse swept across her face as she took in my meaning which I interpreted as understanding so I finished the lecture “As I said earlier, I'm rather enchanted with the sound of your voice tonight, so your gift still stands. However I would caution you to remember where you are and to fall back on the goal you are working to accomplish. That is to keep my perspective in the forefront of your mind, by making sure your words convey nothing but your utmost respect”

Giving her a moment to take in my words and demeanor I asked “Are you a wise woman Isabella?”

“Yes Master”

Pursing my lips I gave a curt nod at her answer hoping with every fiber of my being that 'the brat had left the building'

“Very well, follow me”

Leading the way to the hutch, I opened the doors to reveal my collection of dildos, vibrators and strap-ons, which stood proudly erect on the second shelf.

Pointing to the grouping I wished for Bella to consider I had her pick one. Her choices were numerous and variable not only length and width but also color and texture. Not sure of it's purpose or the intended orifice Bella took the middle ground. Choosing a flesh tone, six inch phallus with an average girth that when used correctly would be enough to get her off.

Closing the cabinet doors I had her stay in place watching me as I made my choice for the night. Standing in front of the wall where all my crops, floggers, whips and ropes hung neatly on individual hooks I made sure to have Bella's full attention.

“Which one shall I pick nâhtötse?” I mused without expecting an answer.

Reaching out to touch the single tail I smiled to myself at Bella's quick intake of air. I only intended to get a reaction as she wasn't ready for that step and frankly I was out of practice. Yet my hope surged for the day the cob webs could be removed from the handcrafted leather whip. Without any further show, my hand moved to the instrument of my desire, the standard length crop with a long popper tip.

I had wanted to start 'revving' up our play sessions, moving Isabella forward in both intensity and duration of pain play, that particular crop would serve the purpose. The end is like a miniature slapper, 'popping' against the skin and leaving a nice little sting in it's wake. It was no where near the pain level some of the other instruments could inflict, yet it was harsher then anything else I had previously used.

With the crop in hand I went back to Isabella, grasping a handful of hair, smiling smugly at the loud gasp she made when I tilted her head back and began guiding her over to the horse. With each stride my hand moved her head around causing yelps and whimpers as the clamps bite into her.

Reaching the area I had set up, my fingers tightened in her hair forcing her to rise up on her toes with a sharp throaty shriek as I drew her head back and twisted it sideways. The reaction along with the look in her eye was so arousing my stomach muscles clinched together as my dick became a titanium rod in pants.

She wasn't going to make it easy on me

Glowering at her I asked smugly “Are you having fun yet Isabella?”

“Ye...yes sir” grimacing around the words just enough to let me know the pain level was getting to her but wasn't overwhelming.

“Good, because I find I'm rather enjoying myself”

Judging by the blood pulsing through me, my heart pounding in my chest and swelling ache in my dick - that was the understatement of the year. I was more then enjoying myself, I was on cloud nine and ascending the heavens fast.

Using her hair to get Bella into place I had her stand in front of the horse, giving one last shake of her head before ordering “Open your mouth”

Placing the handle of the crop between her lips with the instructions to 'hold it there', I squatted down and tapped the inside of her thighs, silently telling her to spread them. Reaching between her legs, the dampness I was so certain of before was very obvious as I drew the staff attached to the bottom wrung of the horse forward. Sliding the top portion off, I took the dildo Bella had chosen from her hands to mount it on the end and without word or warning impaled it inside her.

“OHHHHHH” she moaned around the crop dropping her head back and screeching out “Fuck!”

I don't know if it was the movement of her head, the ultimate pain which shot through her or the actual formation of a word but whatever it was the crop dropped to the floor.

“shit...Shit ...SHIT!”

Bella uttered while my gaze traveled from the fallen instrument to her eyes, which were bearing down at me with both guilt and dread.

“Don't look at me” I ordered quickly while thinking of the appropriate punishment to fit the crime “Raise your chin...” she complied with a wince yet it wasn't enough “higher...all the way back”

“Geeeezzzz...shhhhhh....it” letting out a strangled gasp when the slack in the chains attached to the clamps completely disappeared.

The pressure causing the metal to bite down around her nipples making the experience painfully unpleasant. Yet even though a single tear escaped the corner of her eye, my girl complied holding her head parallel with the ceiling while taking short raspy breaths. The tension in her body eased a bit as she grew accustomed to the discomfort. The radiating pain subsiding even more with the slight distraction she gained by squirming her hips around the intruding phallus.

Still, with the weakness in her neck I didn't want to keep her in that position longer then necessary. Working quickly I reattached the rods then with one hand on Bella's hip, helped to guide her back the step she had to take as I snapped the bar back into place. Checking to see that the height of the horse was where it should be to give Bella's back the support she would need I stretched to pick up the crop then stood at her side.

With my face hovering over hers I glared down at Bella and flicked the taught chain attached to her right breast making her cry out “OWE! Fuck!”

“Hurts uh?” flicking the other side and watching her eyes glaze over with moisture as she screamed out “Yes...fuck...yes it hurts!”

“Hmmmm... then maybe you should have been more careful with the property I entrusted you with...Yes?” that time my finger fell directly where metal met flesh causing a shriek.

“Yes! Yes Master!”

Breathing through flared nostrils she calmed herself enough to talk yet still with a slight tone of distress. “Your girl should of been... more careful Master...she wasn't...paying attention...and it slipped.”

Gripping a handful of hair I callously questioned “Are you going to let it slip again?”

“No Sir...No...not again”

Bella's feet shuffled and she hissed at the adjustment of her head to it's rightful place. Not giving her any time to acclimate herself I tap her lips with the thin handle of the crop. Opening her mouth I once again laid the leather handle lengthwise and warned sternly “Keep it there”

Clamping her mouth closed she gave a slight nod in understanding and I turned to removed the towel covering the equipment I had prepared for the night. The table held only wrist cuffs, a lube injector and a small container of oil warming in a bowl of hot water. I had also placed a set of ankle cuffs out however it was my hope they would not be needed.

The only restraint I planned to use were the wrist cuffs and standing in front of Bella I put them on her. After hooking her wrist together I than raised her arms and clipped them to the latch at the end of the chain hanging from the ceiling. The chain was low enough to keep Bella from needing to stretch yet wouldn't give her enough slack to bend her knees and utilize the dildo inside her.

Before giving my instructions I took a moment to double check the placement of her back against the horse and tension in her raised arms. Confident she was alright I stood in front of her and gave the signal to look at me.

“You are to keep you legs as they are, shoulder width apart. If you don't I will be most unhappy at being forced to restrain them.” Removing the crop from her mouth I asked “Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good...” I said using my thumb to wipe a small amount of drool from the corner of her mouth.

Drying it on the leg of my jeans I examined the crop and also rubbed that against the denim. It wasn't really wet, it was more of an opportunity to instill into Bella the belief that her normal bodily functions were nothing to be ashamed of.

Holding Bella's gaze my hand ran along the length of crop upon reaching the handle I snapped it down once against the center of my other palm. The stir of air was eaten up by the slight slap of the leather tip hitting my hand. The impact causing her to flinch, which was something I was slightly concerned about. Wanting to test her receptiveness and make sure the sound would not be a hindrance I watched her very carefully, looking for any sign of anxiety as I once again inflicted myself.

Sure that the only apprehension she had was strictly due to fear of the unknown I figured it best to give a slight demonstration of the merits of this particular crop. Starting at her left ankle I ran the curved leather tip up the outside of her leg. Stopping to draw a circle around her knee before flicking my wrist to strike the dorsal side.

Bella's response was to grunt and out of reflex bent her knee to raise her foot off the floor. Bringing the crop down again I reminded her sternly. “Keep your feet on the ground and you legs spread!”

“Oh” she gasped yet still replaced her foot and I continued to move the end of the crop, popping it on her skin as I went, striking her inner thigh, hip, ribs and the underside of her breast. Each time being rewarded with glorious sound of pleasurable pain that fed my dominating tendencies.

There was nothing like the feeling of knowing I had total control over Isabella.

With a whisk of my hand I brought her pleasure and with the tiniest flick turned it into pain. All Bella could do was remain as I placed her, give into the sensations and endure my whims. There was nothing she could do to stop what I did to her body or what the next second would bring – that was all on me.

And it was fucking greatest rush in the world.

Moving the crop faster over her body, striking more then soothing, I caught a quick glance of Bella's eyes. They were glassy, dark and hooded, the clear lust beginning to burn in them and I used her desire as kindling to stoke the flame.

Stroking the inside of her thighs, tapping the crop every so lightly on her skin and enjoying the soft purrs coming from her throat with every exhale she made. After another pass I brought the tip of the crop up to land solidly on her labia.

Bella's eyes shot open and a forceful stutter of a moan came from her at the same time her hips jerked back to get away from the crop.

I couldn't have that and frankly Isabella should have known better, quickly flicking the clamp on her nipple I shouted over her scream “Offer yourself!”

“Shit..fuck..fuck” she mutter through gasping breaths while jetting her hips forward to receive another strike of the leather strap.

That time her hips rocked back yet came forward immediately to receive another one directly over her hooded clit. The rocking motion she was making over the dildo inside her started to have the effect I was hoping for and in between the slaps against her clit I would alternate to hit the underside of her breast forcing more shrieks from her mouth.

Letting the area around her clit become my sole focus yet never really making a direct hit, caused Bella to not only rock back and forth but also move her hips in an attempt to make contact where she wanted it so very badly. My own breathing was beginning to increase with both exertion and lust as her cries turned to pleading.

“Please Master... plea..please”

“Please what?” hitting the now protruding clit head with three quick slaps

“Please...please...make your slut...cum...please”

Another two strategic hits had her hips rocking harder as she cried out “PLEASE!...Master pleeeeease...can't ...please..can't hold...”

And I had her, held there in that place between pain and glorious pleasure.

“Don't you cum” I ordered and then watched and listened to her struggling cries of trying to hold in the force her body so badly wanted to unleash as I brought her just to the brink of orgasm. The last three strikes had her sweat covered body so tense it appeared like every muscle went rigid as she stood on her toes seeking anyway she could to keep herself from going off the edge.

Dropping the crop to the floor I stepped to her side, gripped her head and stared down into her lust hazed eyes. She was so fucking beautiful that I wanted to reward her for fulfilling my unspoken requirement.

“That was four Isabella, consider you tardiness paid in full”

My hand slipped down into her soaking wet folds, found her engorged clit and started rubbing. The moan from Bella was nothing compared to the trembling in her legs or the longing in her eyes that turned to relief as I said “Now, you may cum”

There was brief split second where it seemed like time had stood still as her whole body tensed before she was wracked with an orgasm that caused the most wanton moan I have ever heard from her throat.

Using my body along with the horse I held her upright as she gasped for air and started to come back down from the high she had so very earned. As her senses started to return so did her coherency, the gurgling mumbles were replaced with actual interpretable words. My fingers slowing down their movements as she tried to back away from them with short gasp.

“oh..oh...ma...oh..than..oh..thank..you”

Finally getting actual words from her, my hand left its warm nesting place and I enjoyed the last moan of loss from Bella while using her thigh to wipe the wetness off my fingers.

Reaching up I unclipped the top clasp, releasing the chain from the collar and a wince from Bella, which I ignored and still looking down into her eyes, shook my head calmly while asking “You won't be late again, will you my shut?”

“No Sir” drawing in another deep gust of air she added with a breathy tone “Your slut wont be late again. Thank you Master...for showing her...how rude it is...to not be ready...on time”

Releasing her head I leaned down to place a kiss on the top portion of her breast before both of my hands grasped the closures on each clamp while telling her “Now, it's time to take these off”

“No!...Nooooo...please...no”

I understood her reluctance and even though they caused her pain it was nothing compared to the sharp sting of the blood returning to the area when they were removed.

Shaking my head like a father telling his child the injection she needed was for her own good, I tried to reason with Bella. “They have been on long enough nâhtötse”

“Ohhhhh...it's gonna huuuuurt”

“One” Bella's head shook as she pleaded “no...no...no”

“Two” her eyes turned pleading “pleeeease”

“Take a deep breath” I warned before saying “three” at the same time Bella cried out “Nooooo....”

As the clips released her nipples the long drawn out 'no' was replace with a high pitched “OWE!..FUCK!...Mother Fucker!...fuck, fuck, fuckity...fuck...that fucking hurts!”

Sure that Bella was steady on her feet I turned to retrieve the warm oil off the table. Stepping on the other side of the horse I popped the cork off the bottle and poured a small amount into my hand. Replacing the cap I slid the bottle into my front pocket and bringing my hands out in front of Bella started to rub them together, warming the oil even more.

The first response I got from my palms cupping her tender breast was a 'hiss' which quickly turned to mewls of contentment as my hands gently massaged the oil in. After a few minutes she had calmed down considerably, leaning her back even further to rest against my chest. I kissed her head tenderly while my hands eased away the torment from the clamps.

“Turn around, let me see” placing my hands on her hips to steady her while stepped over the rod and rotated on the dildo inside her.

Her nipples were as I excepted them to be, an angry shade of light purple which would remain for at least a day or so. Had we a scheduled session the following day I would have avoided any excessive breast play. They were more then tender as was evident by the way Bella winced and flinched in pain by my placing a soft kiss on each cold tip.

Holding her chin I offered some sympathy “I know baby, that hurts ”

“Ah Uh” she said with a child like nod.

There had been no tears until I showed her compassion then it was as if all the suppressed emotions came to the surface and Bella broke down in stammering sobs. Holding her to me I 'shushed' her while lightly threading my fingers through her tangled hair. It was the first time during a scene I had offered her comfort and rather then be put off by the interruption I found something fundamentally enjoyable about the action. Perhaps it was the intensity of our play or maybe it was a symptom for period hormones,. Whatever the reason at that moment Isabella was in need of my comfort and I saw she got it.

“You know I had to remove them?” I said quietly while she sniffled and nodded against my shoulder “yes sir”

“Did they hurt very much?” It was a stupid question still she answered with another nod “yes sir”

“Do you forgive me?” Asking with a bit a humor and smiling at the “yes sir”

After another moment the tears had ease and I wonder “Are you better now?”

“Yes sir” the answer came without the accompaniment of a sniffle and pulling back I lifted her chin to look into her red eyes “Is that all you can say, is yes sir?”

Chuckling at her responding “yes sir” I asked the final question “Well then since you are so agreeable, are you prepared to continue?”

“Yes Sir” Bella said then bit her lip as if there was something else on her mind, lifting my eyebrow I asked her what it was, then had to bite my own lip to keep from laughing as she asked in a childlike voice “No more ouchies?”

For all her talk about not ever wanting to call me Daddy, Bella sure was playing the part and again I found it rather surprising how much I was enjoying it. Kissing her cheek I wasn't going to make her any promises because it would all depend on how she responded to the last part of the night. In my mind I was sure it would be favorably yet I couldn't guarantee it, so I replied as honestly as I could.

“I'll see what I can do”

Chewing her lip I could tell there was something devious brewing in her mind and taking a half step back I reminded her “A word to the wise Isabella”

“Your girl wasn't doing anything Master”

Liar

I was going to call her on it, instead opting to let it go with the knowledge that indeed my Bella was horrible at lying. Besides our time was wearing on and she had been standing with her arms stretched out long enough. Reaching up to unclasp the wrist restraints, I brought her arms down and had her rotate her shoulders while I removed the oil from my pants pocket.

Pouring a small amount in my palm, I again rubbed my hands together before massaging it into her shoulders. Working on one side and then other before moving to stand behind her. Sweeping her hair over one shoulder with a swish of my hand before pressing against her back with my forearm so she'd lean forward. With her body bent over and her chest resting on the top of the horse I massaged the muscles of her neck and shoulders. Paying close attention to the Superior Trapeziums and the Deltoids since they would have been the muscles most effected from her arms being extended.

As I worked out the tension, Bella relaxed further into the horse, letting her head drop down and taking the majority of her hair along with it. The new position afforded me the oppertunity to clearly observe the scar on the back of her neck. Of course I had seen it before however I never really had the chance to study the six inch cicatrix. The angry purple line ran medial along the length of her neck from the inferior section of C7 to the hair covered superior area of C1.

I knew how it had occurred, the rupturing of herniated vertebra after being slammed against an open door. The catalyst for the attack being Bella's acceptance to Dartmouth, what I didn't know was why James did it. What state of mind does a person have to be in to actively drive to someones home with the sole intention of causing harm. Was it anger, jealousy, malice or just plain evilness?

Bella's contented moans took me away from that train of thinking and I berated myself for bringing even the thought of that asshole into my playroom. He had no business here, he had business in our lives and other then my desire to have him locked up, to me James Cummings was a nonentity.

Pouring a bit more oil in my hands I replaced the bottle back into my pocket and worked my slick hands over her ribs and down her back. As my hands massaged her muscles, the sounds coming from her throat went straight to my dick and by the time I reached her hips I was once again painfully hard.

Rotating the hip flexors caused even more glorious sounds to emit from Bella's throat as the movement rocked her over the dildo. Running my hands down her Gluteus maximus caused a swaying motion which resulted in a faster tempo of breathing. Her returning arousal was beginning to take effect on me and since I was still dressed she was going to need a distraction while I remedied the situation.

Taking her wrist I guided it under her belly and tucked her hand into the junction between her thighs before giving her a swat on the bottom “Entertain yourself Isabella”

Stepping away from her I stood back to watch the show while removing my clothing. By the time I was done Bella had worked herself up to a steady rhythm on the dildo as her finger teased her clit. Knowing she would soon be asking for release I wanted to give her just a little extra stimulation. Filling the injector with oil I hung it by the plunger from the hook on the side of the horse for safe keeping until I was ready for it.

There was already enough lubricant on my hands so it was very easy to step behind Bella and pick up where I had left off with the massaging. I had requested Bella to be vocal for the evening and she was not at all disappointing. Each moan, whimper and increase of breathing made my blood boil and my dick scream to get near her.

As it was I was refraining from stepping to close because my dick was a heat seeking missile hell bent on hitting it's target. Normally that wouldn't be a problem however at the time the bulls eye needed to be prepared for entry.

My hands palmed the fullness of her butt cheeks while my thumps ran along the inside of folds to just above the spot where the rubber dildo met flesh and I began to massage Bella's perennial area.

“Mmmmmm” she moaned pushing her hips back as far as the steel rod between her legs would allow.

“Hmmm...my slut enjoys that”

“Ahhhhh...yes...mas..ter”

It seemed speaking was growing to be a difficult task which became a greater challenge as my thumbs worked their way up to the anus. Circling it with the lightest of pressure reduced Bella's vocabulary to nothing but murmers “Ohhhh...mmmmmm...ahhhh”

Moving my thumbs out I slid them back down towards her vagina pressing outwards and spreading her folds as I went, holding her open I ordered “Show me how you work my pussy”

The rod was at such a height that there was absolutely no way for her to actually bounce without painfully impaling herself. The motion needed to be made by the rocking rotation of her hips and she had that down pat. Watching the up close and personal display of her fucking herself was one of the greatest turn-ons I have ever seen. Holding her open I watched her moist pink flesh moving around the hard rubber dildo with the utmost fascination. The movement was so subtle that had it not been for the sounds from her mouth or the juices dripping out of her I wouldn't have believed anything was happening.

But my god was it ever

Bella's fingers on her clit began to move with a frenzied motion as her hips rocked more forcefully against the intruding phallus. Moving my thumbs up to her puckered hole I worked first one then the other around the rim. With every pass applying more pressure until Bella was panting out gasp of air and wiggling her butt in an attempt too increase the pressure. After a few passed first one then the other thumb pressed through the opening and I began massaging a new muscle - ani externus - the sphincter.

“Oh God....pleeeeaasee” sucking in the word like it was her last breath.

Not quite ready for her to cum yet I ordered “Stop touching my pussy Isabella”

It took her a moment to comply and I was going to chastise her with her a slap on the ass but frankly at that very moment my hands were busy. Keeping my thumbs together while rotating my wrist I was able to press the full length inside her, stretching the muscle and feeling the movement of the dildo through the thin membrane as I went.

“mmmmm....More please” Bella moaned while trying desperately to press against my invading digits.

“Patience Isabella” removing one hand I reached to get the injector while the remaining thumb rubbed inside against the thin membrane wall that separated her vagina.

“Ohhhh...yessss...yes mas..ter ...that feels...feels so good...ahhhh...yes” the room filled with her pleasurable murmurs. So engrossed by the sensations she barely noticed the exchange of my thumb for the injector until the oil was plunged inside her.

Lifting her head she let a deep groan that had me dropping the plastic tube on the floor and grabbing my shaft to stroke myself with the remaining oil on my hand. Isabella's obvious enjoyment making my own urgency harder to control. Lining up at the entrance my hips bucked forward propelling the head of my dick inside her and I too groaned at the feeling of being swallowed.

Being inside Bella's ass is one of the greatest feelings, the warmth and tightness is something that can only be described as ecstasy. Yet with the dildo deep inside her vagina the extra pressure being placed on my dick as I eased balls deep inside her was nothing short of euphoria.

“Please Master...fuck your slut...Fuck Her HARD!”

There was no reason to take a preliminary stroke, Bella was already primed and rocking against me with wanton need. Holding onto her hips to steady myself I took the first full stroke of heaven and groaned.

“Ah...so fucking good”

Bella's ensuing moan drown out mine and increased in both tenor and quantity as I set a hard steady rhythm, driving in and out of the tightest space I have ever known. While I was in my own state of bliss, Isabella was like a shark on a feeding frenzy. Thrashing and screaming out for me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper; all of which I gladly conceded to.

Her body underneath me shook with tremors that I could only describe as jolts of pleasure as she started panting and gasping out “can..can..cant...oh god..can't ..hold...please...please...cant...to...”

When I didn't answer her immediately her pleas changed “plea..pleas...yel..yellllll...yellow..yellow...”

Releasing her hips ne hand grabbed a handful of hair and the other came down with a hard smack on side of her ass as I yelled “Cum!”

Slamming back into me Bella sucked in a shriek that sounded like train whistle as the tremor went through her body until her muscles clamped down on me so painfully tight I couldn't fucking move. Without thinking about what I was doing my hand came down on her ass again and the extra shot of pain sent Bella over the edge. Screaming out her release in words that were part discernible and part gibberish. In truth I wasn't really interested in translating because she had released the vice grip hold she had on me and I was able to move again.

The first wave of her orgasm subsided while I held her hair tightly and continued to pound into her. Starting to feel the stir of my own release I doubled my efforts to bring Bella another round. Reaching in front of her my fingers attached themselves to her clit. She was bucking around so much and was so fucking slippery wet that my fingers were fumbling to get a good rhythm.

Feeling like a teenager who had no idea what the fuck he was doing I let a frustrated snarl and released her hair so I could could get a better hold on her. Wrapping my arm around her waist she came back easily to lean against my chest. The new position not only gave me better clit access it also caused the dido inside her to put more pressure on my dick.

“Fuck Baby” I growled in her ear “So fucking good”

It was the only thing my brain for register, how good she felt, how tight she was, how fucking wet she'd become. Moans and grunts were covered up by sounds of flesh hitting flesh and my whole body started to tingle.

I wanted to feel her come around in the new position “Cum again!”

“Can't...oh...can't” shaking her head as if to deny me

“Yes you can!” My fingers pressed harder over her soppy wet clit while my other hand traveled from her stomach to her breast, grasped a nipple and squeezed.

“FUCK!”

Bella screamed out as she came with the force of ten atomic bombs, her body spasmed as her internal muscles clamped down around me and she spewed out cum until it was running down my legs.

All through her orgasm I continued to pump into her because although I wanted to feel Isabella's release my own was not to be denied. Pushing Bella forward so she could lean on the horse and ride out her orgasm my hands once again found purchase on her hips. Having total freedom of movement I let go of all restraint fucking her deep and hard until my balls exploded and with a feral grunt shot my load deep inside her ass.

The release was so tremendously overwhelming that the whole room started to spin and out of reflex my hips bucked forward. The sensation along with Bella's muscles milking my balls dry felt so fucking good my knees buckled. Afraid I wasn't going to be able to remain standing I bent forward, laying the fullness of my wight on top of Bella – who just didn't seem to care.

And that's where we remained in breathless, sweaty, panting, cum filled, completely sated exhaustion.

I don't know how long we stayed that way before becoming aware that Bella's moans were turning to sighs and my dick had just about totally deflated. Pushing up on my still weak arms it was easy to pull out of Bella but not so simple to stand as my head spun from the rush of blood. Once I had my equilibrium back my concern for Bella became priority. She hadn't really moved and as I checked out what parts of her I could see I was slightly worried about the pink twinge mixed in with the fluid on her thighs.

“Baby are you alright?”

“Noooo”

The answer making even more concerned

“Isabella what's the matter?” going into doctor mode by checking her pulse and heart rate

“mmmm...tired”

Ignoring the whine my focus went to find the source of what I could only assume to be blood, noticing there was a small amount on my balls and thighs yet my dick remained clear I was guessing it was vaginal. Once I had the pieces together the realization that is was menstrual fluid had me breathing a loud sigh if relief.

“Was that a sigh?”

“Yes” chuckling that she choose that time to become coherent “you scared the shit out of me nâhtötse”

“hmmmm...how?”

“I'll tell you later” I said brushing the hair out of her face to see her eyes flutter open, giving her a smile I asked “Are you ok?”

The blush on her face made me chuckle as she answered shyly “Better then ok, that was...fantastic”

Grinning down at her – because she seemed unwilling to move- I just had to know “You liked it uh?”

Her cheeks became ever redder as she admitted “I liked it” she admitted before adding with a wink “a lot”

The words alone weren't enough to jog my memory, it was the wink which gave me total recall.

James had utter the exact same phase and even stranger is the fact it was in reference to the exact same situation.

It was in Forks, James had felt it necessary to speak with me while Bella was in the dinner getting a sticky bun with Leah. Jacob had returned and James had suggested that Bella was not only 'spreading her legs' for him but that we were 'doing her' together.

Stating smugly 'She likes that' and then winking at me.

At the time I had assumed James was only talking bullshit to get a rise out me - and he had succeeded - especially when he continued to glare at me with that arrogant smile of his.

Staring at Bella it was very clear to me that she did indeed enjoy double penetration, and there was nothing wrong with her finding it pleasurable.

But how would James Cummings know that?

As far as I knew this was the first time Bella participated in the activity - at least according to her and her list of limits.

So is she lying about having previous experience?

And if she was, why? She should know by now I would never think anything adverse about her. Besides she had shared the most degrading moments of her life with me, why hold back something so irrelevant?

No it had to be that James was just talking out his ass and the whole damn thing was just a coincidence.

Kneeling down to be eye level with her I just had to know “Isabella have you ever done double penetration before?”

Giggling shyly she drew out the word “Noooo”

Staring into her eyes to see the truth I questioned “Are you sure?”

Raising up to rest her elbows on the top of the horse she smiled knowingly “I think I would remember...that”

She wasn't lying

It had never happened or – the voice in the back of my head added – she doesn't remember it happening.

Holy Shit

With that thought I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized James wasn't just being an arrogant asshole. The smugness in his eyes wasn't there to taunt – that fucker was gloating.