Residual Heat

My Master forces me to share everything with him, including all my deepest fantasies. And so he knows about my dream to be dominated by another man. 

Now I’m here in front of a closed door, my heart beating like crazy, my Master beside me.

He rubs my hand. "You okay?" I am trembling, and I am certain all blood has drained from my face. 

"Yes, sir," I reply, in a small voice. 

The door opens, and Carter stands in the door opening, sporting a wide grin. 

"Lucien, Bailey, how good to see you. Come in." 

My Master closes the door behind us and pushes me to follow Carter. 

"Sit down," Carter invites. 

I sit down on the couch, while Carter sits in the large chair opposite me. My Master enters a few moments later, taking a seat on the other end of the couch. 

It’s stupid, but that short distance makes me feel alone. My Master usually requires us to sit together, to have some form of contact. But tonight I wasn't here to service him, but to serve another man. 

Carter is a big man, slightly larger and taller than my Master. He has short blond hair and sea-green eyes. I’ve seen him in action more than once, tying up his play partners at rope events. I have always admired his style. He is decisive, firm, and dominant in every sense of the word. He never talks much, but his energy is pleasant. He is one of those people that you feel you can trust without knowing much about them. 

My Master has seen my admiring looks.  

"So Bailey," Carter states, "Lucien told me you wish to have a different dominant for a night. Is that correct?" 

If my face hadn't been red already, it certainly is now. "Yes, that's correct," I reply hesitantly. 

My Master scrapes his throat. "What did we say you would address him with tonight?"

"'Sir,' we'd said 'sir,' Master." 

"Thanks, Lucien. I'm honored to wear that title tonight. Are the limits still the same as we discussed last week?" Carter inquires.  

My Master nods. "Yes, everything's the same. You can play with what's available. You can do bondage, spankings, even ask for a blowjob should you so desire. Bailey, are you still okay with that?" 

Things feel different now that the man in question is sitting about a meter away. My Master and I went over this at home, relaxed, drinking a cup of tea. It seemed like a distant fantasy realm, then. Now, I can see the rope that will soon be around my body. 

“Yes, Master. Yes, sir." This time I acknowledge them both. 

"I won't use any gags on you tonight, so you can always use your stopwords. Are you familiar with the stoplight colors?"

"Yes, sir." 

"We'll use those then. Just say 'red,' and all play stops. Is that secure enough for you, Lucien?" 

My Master nods. "Well, then I think I should leave. I'll be back around midnight to pick her up. Will you walk me to the door, Carter?" 

"Don't go anywhere," Carter says to me. 

"Bailey, do as instructed and enjoy," my Master says to me with a wink. 

"Yes, Master."

He pauses before me, takes hold of my collar, and kisses me on my forehead. He leaves.

My stomach flutters, while my hands become sweaty. This is it. Soon I will be in Carter's hands. My fingers find the collar around my neck. I still wear this token of my Master's ownership.

Carter returns. "Strip." 

"Yes, sir." My voice quivers even though I don't want it to. 

I rise and grip the hem of my dress before pulling it over my head. My Master chose a simple dress specifically for this purpose. I hesitate before wringing my head through the opening. The air seems to crackle with electricity from the sudden change in intensity. I stand wearing only a bra, the leather around my hips, and my heels. 

"Bra too," the man commands as I wait for a moment. 

"Yes, sir." 

I unclasp the garment, placing it on the couch behind me, and glance down. My nipples are hard. 

"Come here." His commands are strict, but not unfriendly. 

The clacking of the heels on the hard floor fills the room.  

He strokes my stomach. "So...a chastity belt? Lucien just informed me. It's only a small hurdle,” he says.

"Yes, sir." 

The belt had been my idea initially.  A small security measure for my first time submitting to another man. My Master and I discussed it at length. It wasn't for lack of trust in Carter. I just feel safer wearing it.

This chastity belt is made of leather. It’s literally a belt around my waist with leather padding shielding the area between my legs. The device makes intercourse practically impossible, but most of the skin of my buttocks is still bare. 

Carter turns me around and pulls me towards him. His t-shirt touches my back, his heat radiates through the thin fabric, his hot breath reaches my neck as he moves in closer. 

"This does mar some of my plans, but no matter. I'll make it work." His fingernails slide over the side of my breast. 

I gasp as he pinches my nipple. 

"I'll have to focus more on these," he says. "What do you think?"

I moan as he roughly massages both my breasts. 

"Well?" he inquires.

"Yes, sir." I stop to take a breath. "That's alright, sir."

He chuckles. "I'm glad you agree. Hand me the rope." 

Carter releases me, and I take up the bundle of rope he points at.

"Turn around." 

I hold my gaze down while I wait for him to begin the bondage. My breathing, again, increases as I feel the fast movements he makes tying my wrists together. In less than a blink, my arms are bound. 

His next move surprises me. He takes another length of rope and ties it around my ponytail. I gasp as he pulls at my hair and attaches that rope to my arms. I have no choice but to keep my head up and exposed, making me feel extra vulnerable to whatever he’s going to do to me. 

He continues tying rope around my body, accentuating my breasts with his knots. Glancing down, I can already see them beginning to turn red and swell up.

By the time my stand-in Master takes a step back, my chest is heaving. I love the sensation of being tied up like this, of surrendering to the mercy of him. 

He appraises me, standing a few steps away. 

"You look perfect. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, sir."

Carter takes a step closer and places a hand on my breasts. "These look lovely like this. Do you see how full they look right now?" 

"Yes, sir," which I follow with a gasp as he gropes hard. 

"They feel amazing," he adds in a husky voice, as he continues to grasp my breasts and pull at my nipples. My body reacts in full to his movements. I try to turn away from his hands, but his grasp is firm. My breathing intensifies while the pain from my chest seems to funnel into pleasure, straight to my pussy. 

He slaps my breast. 

I utter an involuntary yelp. 

"Don't move," he commands. 

I take a few deep breaths as I try to comply with his command. 

He continues to slap both my breasts. My chest heaves as I try to stay in position. 

"You're doing very well, girl. I think you can take some more."

His words both frighten and arouse me. Why do these two always seem to go together? 

He turns to the table stocked with implements and returns with two elastic bands that he dangles in front of my face. 

"Any idea where these will go?"

"No, sir, please, don't," I beg, without even meaning to. I know full well where they are going, just as I know I will enjoy it, even through the pain they’ll bring. 

Carter strokes my face with the fingers holding the rubber bands. "Smell them. You know you can stop me." 

The rubbery scent brings associations of office supplies, though my pussy already knows they will be used for torment. I want to feel them around me. 

"So? What's it gonna be? You gonna stop me?" Carter asks jeeringly. 

"No, sir," I reply in a wispy voice. I am going to see this through. 

"Good girl," he says with a smile, before grabbing my boob and snapping the elastic band around it. He does the same to my other breast as well. 

I gasp at the initial pinch, though I know this is not going to be the worst of it. 

"Look at them. Now they're swelling up." His face holds a look of admiration. 

The pain in my chest increases with every breath as my breasts continue to swell up. Their color changes to an even darker red as the skin stretches. I know every touch is going to feel like hell. 

My arousal rises by the second. 

I don’t see Carter leave, but I witness him return with two nipple clamps. The clinking of the little bells fills the room. 

"Fitting decoration, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir," I reply as I brace myself for the coming pain. 

As with the bondage, he attaches the clamps to my nipples in a matter of seconds. There is one sharp pinch, but just like with the bands, I know it will grow to be worse. 

"Wonderful," he says with a smile. "Now the fun can start." 

I am too consumed with the sensations riding my body to worry about his words. 

"Ouch!" I cry in surprise as a sharp pain travels through my buttock. The bells sound while my body jerks in response. A second snap comes down on my other ass cheek. 

"Stand still, girl. Don't want to hit your hands." 

Before I can reply, he hits me again. 

I forget the tightness in my breasts as my ass is now glowing hot from the spanking. 

Because of the chastity belt, he has only a small surface to hit on my buttocks, which makes it extra painful. He lowers to include the untouched flesh of my thighs. My screams are louder now that he’s hitting the tight muscles of my legs. I always hate it when my Master hits me there, just as I hate the sharp pain of the cane—that’s what this current instrument seems to be. And yet, through the impact, I absorb the pain and lose myself in the waves of submission. I love it.

The spanking stops. I make use of the break to regain my breath. My ass is burning, the back of my thighs are burning, my breasts are still constricted, and every time I move the damned bells ring. 

Carter returns to face me holding a short cane. "I think this better suits your breasts, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir." My hands are clammy from the exertion. 

"You're doing great. Are you still holding up?"

I hesitate a moment before agreeing. 

“Just a little more decoration,” he says. “Hold up your chin." 

The bondage between my hair and my arms is a little loose from the whipping, so I have more room to move. Now that he is going to spank my breasts, I have to turn away to avoid him hitting my face. 

I gasp as he holds up my left breast, before lashing out with the cane. Pain flashes before my eyes. This is sharp, intense, almost unbearable. 

Before I fully recover, he hits me again. Three more times, he hits me, before taking hold of my right breast. 

"No, no, please, no," I whimper, but I don’t use my safeword. The stupid pain-loving part of me wants this treatment, craves it even. 

He scrutinizes me. "Are you saying a color?"

"No...sir," I admit. 

He takes that as consent and strikes me. I yelp at the pain. My right breast now burns as much as the other. 

Without warning, he takes off the clamp. I scream as the blood rushes back in. He removes the other clamp too, eliciting a similar scream from me. 

"Hang in there, girl, just a few more," he hushes me while rubbing my sore nipples. "Stand up straight." 

I follow his orders while my body is still processing all sensations. My world is a haze of rope, bondage, and residual heat from where I am spanked. 

"Head up," he says firmly. The stroke lands hard on both of my breasts. 

I cower over in pain. The impact on my swollen breasts is too much, almost too much to bear. 

"Stand up," he commands. 

I howl as he hits me again.

"In position. You can do this." 

Tears are starting to flow down my face as I struggle to stand up straight.

He holds my shoulder and lands the next stroke exactly on my nipples. I nearly collapse to the floor, but he holds me up by the bondage behind my back. 

"Shhh," he hushes. "You've done very well. I'm very proud of you."

Even though he is not my Master, his words still fill me with pride. I keep my eyes shut as I register all the sensations in my body. The pain floats through me and transforms itself into waves of pleasure and arousal. 

"Hold on," I hear, as though from far away. This time, I collapse to my knees as he removes the elastic bands from my breasts. The pain as blood rushes back in, overwhelms me. 

"Keep breathing. Good girl," he whispers in my ear while I focus on breathing in and out, as my Master taught me.

We sit together while I return to Earth. He undoes the bondage between my hair and my arms, though he leaves my arms bound.

"You ready for the final bit?" he asks, as I recover. 

"Please, sir, no more pain," I beg in fright. I've had enough. 

He chuckles. "No? Lucky for you, that wasn't what I had in mind."

He pushes me off him and rises. 

"Kneel," he commands. His voice confirms that the break is over. 

From behind me, he places a magic wand between my legs, on top of the chastity belt. It’s buzzing only lightly, but through the leather, the vibrations spiral to my swollen clit.

Carter takes his place before me on the floor. He has taken off his pants and underwear and is stroking his erection. 

"Bend forward." 

I struggle to get into position, still with my hands bound, but Carter helps me. He also readjusts the wand so it is on the right spot.

Soon his hot, hard cock fills my mouth. I have already been trained on giving blow jobs without the use of my hands. My Master has taught me well. 

"Suck me, girl," Carter's voice is now hoarse. "Don't cum before me." 

I suck his cock as I have done many times with my Master. My body still aches, especially with the pressure that is now on my previously tortured boobs. Focusing on my task helps, as does the light buzzing between my legs. 

My hips start to shift in little movements while I suck hard at the dick in my mouth. Carter's little moans of pleasure arouse me even more. I love the feeling of pleasuring this man. 

I take him into my mouth deeper and deeper. This elicits even louder moans.

"Oh, girl," he breathes. He takes hold of my head and pushes his cock in and out my mouth. I love being used like this.

Without warning, he pushes his dick deep inside of me and pulls and twists my nipple. 

Instantly I go over the edge, and my world explodes in a thousand colors. Over and over, waves of pleasure roll through me. Every muscle in my body spasms, which brings me to a new explosion. From afar, I hear his moans of pleasure as Carter also reaches his orgasm. Still going through feelings of bliss, I swallow the product of his orgasm. 

After what seems like forever, he moves upwards and turns off the vibrator between my legs. I slump forward into his arms. I know we aren’t together, I know he is not my Master, but he has brought me to such heights, this moment of closeness is inevitable. For a long time, we lay together like this. His steady breathing calms me, as does the soft stroking of his fingers through my hair. 

The harsh sound of the doorbell disturbs our moment. Carter takes a deep breath and pushes me off of him. 

"Sorry, girl." 

He jumps into his underwear and goes to open the door. The rumbling voice of my Master tells me he has returned. 

For a moment, I am embarrassed. Here I am, face all flushed, butt naked, and still in bondage. 

He comes to stand over me. "Well, looks like you had fun." 

"Yes, sir." My voice is timid. Is he still okay with this, now that he can see the effects?

"Hey, Carter, you've not broken her, have you?"

Carter comes to stand next to him. I have never felt smaller than now, on the floor with these two dominants towering over me. 

"Of course not. She's a little bruised, but that'll heal."

My Master nods appreciatively. "Good. Will you untie her when you're ready? Or weren't you done yet?" 

"We're done all right. Both of us," he adds with a smile.

Once again Carter's firm hands are on me as he deftly undoes all bondage. 

"There you go, girl. Hope you enjoyed it." 

"Yes, sir, I certainly did," I reply with an equally broad grin on my face. My body aches, but my mind feels satisfied in a way I could not have fathomed. With Carter's help, I stand up.

"You got the key for me, Carter?" my Master asks. 

"Yes, of course."

He rummages in the pocket of his jeans and produces a small key.

I frown at it.

"The key to your belt, love. I had given it to him just in case there was an emergency."

"Oh, really?" I look at Carter in surprise, and he nods. 

"All for your safety, girl." 

"Will you take the belt off now, Master?" I ask my dominant.

"No, love, not right now. You'd better get dressed so we can get home. I'm going to inspect all your marks. Maybe then I'll take your belt off." He taps me on my nose.

I blush as I digest his words. 

After putting on my bra and dress, I turn to Carter. 

"Thank you, sir. This was indeed an experience I won't forget."

"You're welcome, girl. Maybe we can do it again sometime. Maybe then without the belt." He winks at me.

My gaze shot to my Master. 

"Who knows?" he says.

A whole new set of images go through my mind. I shake my head. For now, I’ve had enough. 

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