West Bound For Jordon

An Interesting Evening

     "Oh Jesus Christ, Ms. Harley, this is just too much! You mean you actually invited him to the club? They will never let him in! He isn't a member!" Lowell gushed, pushing his glasses up on his nose and wiggling around in his chair like a ferret on crack.

     "Lowell, try to contain yourself. Do you need me to help you be still?" Jordan asked, glancing around the café as she reached for her cup of black coffee.

     "No, ma'am! I know better than that!" he answered, sitting up straight and making a passible effort at containing his excitement but that excitement was one of the things Jordan loved about Lowell.

     "Now, if you will listen, must I remind you that I am co-owner of that club? If I say they let him in, then they let him in! Besides, I already informed the front desk that I was having a sharp-dressed, young man for dinner," she answered as she lit a cigarette.

     "For dinner," Lowell snorted and choked back a laugh. "Truer words were never spoken! You'll eat him alive, won't you?"

     "I plan to enjoy Mr. West, yes, Lowell. Eat him alive? Hardly! You know I don't play with my food, Lowell. I might beat it but I never play with it."

     "Right, ma'am, you never play. So, what are you planning for him if I may ask?" Lowell leaned forward with anticipation.

     "Actually, I've not really decided on that yet. It mostly depends on how complacent he is with suggestions I suppose. He knows he is f****d and I would imagine that by the time he gets there this evening, he will be quite…" she trailed off as if deep in thought a frown marring her features.

     "Ms. Harley, Jordan?" Lowell prodded.

     "Oh, yes, Lowell, sorry, I just had a delicious thought. You know, since he violated my client's privacy by watching that video I think he should have his privacy violated. Although that particular client has signed permission for me to use those videos for training purposes, Mr. West certainly does not know that. Yes, I think he should be filmed in a scene with me and then someone, anyone and he won't know who will get the chance to watch him! Oh, yes, that's perfect. Lowell, how's your spank bank material?"

     "Oh f**k me!" Lowell gasped, reaching under the table to palm his c**k through his tight, skinny leg jeans. "Are you really going to let me watch you work that hot piece of ass over?"

     "Lowell, get your hand off your c**k this instant! How dare you be so disrespectful! I may have to reconsider letting you watch him!"

     "Oh God, Jordan, I'll do anything!" Lowell pleaded, placing both hands quickly on the table.

     "Ok, first, you will not touch yourself or c*m until I send you the video feed. Second and I will trust you to be honest with me on this one, Lowell; you will not leak the video to anyone. Mr. West will be punished but we don't want to actually ruin his life now do we?"

     "Agreed! You can even keep the video and just let me watch it at your place if you like," Lowell offered.

     "Are you trying to get into my private lair, Lowell?"

     "Oh… well, I didn't mean it like that… Ummm…"

     "Relax, Lowell, you have nothing to fear from me. You aren't my sub and I don't want a full time live in at any rate, way too much work!" Jordan took a drag from her cigarette then handed it to Lowell as she stood up, reaching for her purse. "See you at work. Oh and Lowell?"

     "Yes, Ms. Harley?"

     "Remember what I said, no touching until I get back to you!"

     "Yes, Ma'am!"

     Jordan sat alone at the bar. She'd dressed in a dark, mauve dress with a low cut waistline and spaghetti straps. It was paired with her platform, black, patent leather heels. She loved those heels. They made such a glorious thump on the hardwood dance floor. The club was subdued being that is was a weeknight and not many players were out and about. Lowell was respectfully absent and for that she was grateful. Mr. West would be difficult enough to handle without the distraction of Lowell ogling her every move with him. She was not nervous. She was in her element. She sipped her Sangria and waited. It was almost time.

     Across town, Orion stood in front of his full-length mirror switching back and forth between two dress shirts, holding them up and checking the color against his dark skin. "Cleo, which one do you think?" he asked nervously, glancing at his cat as she lounged on his bed and ignored him completely. "b***h!" he mumbled at her, then chose the black one. He slipped it on, buttoning it quickly and tucking it into the matching pants, then opted for a dark grey tie and black suit jacket. Armani always looked good on him but his hands were shaking to badly he could hardly tie the tie properly.

     He shoved his feet into the Italian dress shoes and ran the comb through his hair, then spritzed on a tiny bit of cologne. He was done and there was nothing else to do but go. He'd located the club and knew how to get to it. He had given himself plenty of time to get there. It was now or never and he really had no choice but to go. He gave a resigned sigh and picked up his phone, shoving it into his suit pocket, and then grabbed his keys and pack of cigarettes.

     The traffic wasn't really bad and he made good time, arriving at the club with about 15 minutes to spare. Deciding it was best to just go ahead inside, he parked outside the nondescript building and handed his keys to the valet. At the door, he paused and waited for the concierge to look up.

     "Yes, may I help you sir?" asked the bored-looking young man behind the podium.

     "Um, yes, Ms. Harley is expecting me. She said to tell you…"

     "Oh, yes, of course, Mr. West is it?" interrupted the young man.

     "Yes," Orion said, rather abruptly, not bothering to hide his irritation at being so rudely interrupted.

     "Right this way, follow me please and keep your eyes down!" Snapped the concierge.

     Orion was shocked. He wasn't used to being spoken to so harshly. He was even further surprised to find himself to willingly following after this arrogant bastard. The interior of the club was just about as he expected it would be. Muted lighting, purple, soundproof insulation on the walls, dance floor, bar against one wall, tables lining the other three walls, men and women milling about but as he began to really look at the patrons, something caught him by surprise.

     He noticed that some men and women were kneeling on the floor, gagged, collars around their necks, and in various states of undress. Others stood against the walls, watching while a man or a woman was being flogged, just like the man in Jordan's video. It was a b**m club. He felt the color rising in his cheeks and quickly looked down at the floor, hoping the hell that he would not see anyone he knew.

     "Ms. Harley, your guest," the concierge stated as he gestured to Orion, then promptly turned on his heels and left Orion standing there feeling utterly foolish.

     "Mr. West, I assume you had no difficulty locating the club?" she asked in her deep, smoky voice.

     "No, ma'am," he answered, his eyes still on the floor at his feet, refusing to look up at her, to meet her eyes.

     "Sit down."

     He did so quickly, relieved to be able to do so. She turned on her barstool and faced him. He could feel her eyes moving over him, appraising him like a piece of meat. He wondered if he passed her inspection.

     "You look very nice, tonight, Mr. West but I'm sure you don't give a Goddamn what I think of your appearance, do you?" she asked, twirling her glass of Sangria and reaching for her cigarette, tapping it against the side of the crystal ashtray on the bar.

     "I was hoping that you approved since you told me to dress well, Ma'am," he answered, still keeping his eyes low.

     "Good, I do approve, now, I think we have some business to discuss, don't we?"

     He felt the apprehension seeping through him as his hands began to twitch. Here it comes. Steady Orion, calm down, and think clearly. What's the worst she can do? He wondered to himself.

     "I have a proposition for you that I'm sure you will agree, is the best possible solution. Since you violated the privacy of my client, I think it only fair that I violate yours, Mr. West. This club, which incidentally, I am co-owner of, has playrooms upstairs that are…well-stocked. I propose that instead of making your indiscretion public and harming your career and my personal business, I take you up to one of those rooms, strip you naked, bind you to the wall, and beat your bare ass. I will be recording it of course and I will allow another person, whomever I choose, to view that video."

     Orion chocked and gasped, staring at her in complete shock, his mouth open, his brow furrowed. "You can't be serious!" he cried.

     "Oh, Mr. West, I am dead f*****g serious!" she seethed. "The man in that video trusted me to keep his scene with me a secret and you took that away from him. You are the one at fault here, Orion, not me. This is how I do business and if you don't like it? Tough s**t! You can always refuse but if you do…" she didn't bother to finish, there was no need. He knew full well what would happen. She would prosecute him and he really didn't want to go to jail.

     Orion took a deep breath and stared at the bar. He wanted a drink so bad but wasn't sure if he would be allowed to have one. As if reading his mind, Jordan motioned for the bartender and he walked over to her. "Get this boy a drink," she ordered, gesturing toward Orion.

     "What does he want?" the bartender asked.

     "Pet?" she asked, turning to face him.

     Orion felt his face burn again but he stubbornly refused to be cowed by this woman and looked up, meeting her eyes directly. "I'd like a f*****g beer, please!" he spat.

     "In that case, you may go without!" Jordan replied and waved the bartender away.

     Orion seethed in silence, his face set in a scowl. She was not perturbed by his behavior and in fact, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

     "Keep it up, puppy! I'm keeping count you know!" she said as she took a hit off the cigarette.

     "Look, if you want to do this twisted s**t, I just need to know one thing first. If I agree to do this, you let some perv watch the video and then what guarantee do I have that it won't get leaked? And another thing, if I do it and I haven't said I will, is everything done? All will be forgiven? I mean, you won't like blackmail me with this s**t later?" He asked, his voice shaking with the uncertainty, betraying his lack of control.

     "Mr. West, I assure you that once this is done, we are through. I can also assure you that the video will not leak because I plan to delete it as soon as the person of my choosing is finished viewing it. I have no reason to keep it in my files. This individual will watch it on my computer and in my presence. There will be no opportunity for downloading it. I keep my word, Mr. West. Do you?"

     He looked up at her, once again meeting those smoky green eyes. She did look incredible tonight and the man in him was not immune to it though he was certain she was at least a few years older than him. Somehow, that only served to turn him on more. He cleared his throat and then nodded.

     "Good, then we have an accord?"

     Again he nodded but that wasn't good enough for her. She reached out and took his chin, forcing his head up to meet her eyes. "I asked you a question, boy! Answer me!"

     "Yes, Ma'am!" he squeaked.

     Orion jumped involuntarily when music blasted from the speakers around them. Great White, "Rock Me", a good song but not exactly what he would have expected in a place like this. At least it hid the noises of flogging and moans of pain that were just on the periphery.

     "Mr. West, do you dance?" she asked.

     The question startled him but he swallowed and quickly answered. "Yes, Ma'am."

     "Good, I want to dance. Take off your jacket and leave it here. Unbutton those sleeves and push them up!"

     He stood up, removing his suit jacket and draping it over the chair, then did as she asked, shoving his sleeves up to his elbows. She reached up and grabbed him by the tie just as the music began to ramp up, dragging him after her onto the dance floor. He watched like a drunken man, the sensual sway of her hips in the tight dress as she pulled him roughly behind her.

     She stepped into the center of the floor and yanked hard on the tie, pulling him down and moving to stand with her back against his chest. He put his hands on her hips and she released the tie, reaching back for his wrists, holding them tightly as she began to sway, her body moving against his and him trying to follow her. It was heady and there was no doubt about that. Orion kept his eyes down and his expression flat as he tried to remain unaffected by it all but the crowd began to take notice and to watch. She could move like a minx and he was hard-pressed to keep up. He was hard all over.

     If she could feel his erection pressing against her ass, she gave no indication of it and kept grinding back against him. It was maddening. He wanted to spin her around and lead but she would not have it. The beat of the song was too s****l; it left nothing for him to fight against. He had no choice but to give in.

     "Move that fine ass, Mr. West, show them how hot you are. They're all watching you. They are all wondering who the hell you are. I don't' play with boys, I scene with men and I don't f**k clients. So they don't' know what to make of you, a f*****g hot young stud at my back. Show them your assets and be glad I'm not making you dance naked!"

     "f**k!" Orion gasped under his breath.

     "Not likely," she replied, turning in his arms and grabbing at the buttons of his shirt, her hands moving down fast, opening it, and dragging it up and out of his pants. Before he could protest, she pushed it down off his shoulders and a cheer went up in the room as his muscular torso was revealed. She loosed his tie and removed it too, tossing both it and his shirt back toward the bar where they had been sitting.

     "See, puppy, they appreciate how beautiful you are. Preen for them, show it off!"

     Orion didn't know what the hell to do. He was terrified of the feeling of being exposed to all those watching eyes, helpless and at her mercy. And yet… he was still so hard, harder than he could ever remember being. His c**k was filling, aching, wanting to rise against his belly. She kept her hips against him and that hid his arousal from the crowd but she could feel it. He bit down on his protest when she began to unbuckle his belt but when she yanked it through the loops, he couldn't keep still any longer.

     "You said you wouldn't make me dance naked!" he protested.

     "Silence, boy! I didn't ask you a question or give you leave to speak!" She wrapped the belt around his neck like a leash and tugged on it. Again, the applause went up. They loved it, his humiliation. He wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die.

     The song was nearly done and when he heard the last "Come on and Rock me!" blast through the speakers, she had another shock for him. She yanked hard on the belt, pulling him down toward her and slammed her mouth hard against his, her tongue driving inside, tasting, exploring, and claiming him. Heat flushed through his body and he grabbed her, pulling her against him, kissing her back, loving it, the humiliation, the arousal, and the exposure all the eyes watching. He was drunk with it, with her. She pulled away and stared hard into his black eyes.

     "You're a good kisser, Mr. West."

     "Thank you, Ma'am, you too!" he gasped, fighting for breath.

     The cheering crowd made it nearly impossible for them to hear each other. "Come, boy, get your clothes and follow me."

     Orion moved stiffly, behind her, trying not to walk like a man with a hard-on and trying to ignore the stares. She led the way up some stairs and along a dark corridor then paused before a door to which she held the key. Turning to face him, she spoke.

"Welcome to my world, Mr. West."

     Orion was nervous as hell as he stepped into the room that was like something out of a dark, fairy tale. The walls were covered in a kind of faux, black leather, the ceiling was painted black and hanging from it were lengths of gold chain with lined cuffs. The floor was a padded black and all along the walls were various implements that more resembled a torture chamber than the upstairs room of a club.

     Jordan yanked on the belt around his neck and drew him inside with her. "Strip boy, naked as the day you were born. Leave your clothes on the floor and when you're done, go kneel in the center of the room, up on your knees, arms clasped behind your back, head up, and eyes down and don't speak unless I ask you a question!"

     She took the belt from around his neck and walked away from him, opening a wall-mounted cabinet and beginning to take things from it. He took a deep breath and toed off his shoes, then leaned down to peel off his socks. He couldn't believe he was actually going to go through with this. He'd joked with his friends about going to see a dominatrix before but it was all in good fun. None of them ever would have actually done it but here he was and not of his free will either.

     Orion knew he had no choice. He had f****d up and f****d up bad. This was the only way he could make amends for what he had done. He straightened up and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slowly dropping them and stepping out of them. He paused; shy for a moment, then shrugged it off. Jordan had seen his c**k before and she certainly knew what it and his balls looked like. He still felt dangerously exposed as he hesitated in his boxer briefs. He didn't want to piss her off, however, so he hooked his fingers in the waistband and slid them down.

     He went to the center of the room, walking carefully on the padded floor and knelt up as she had instructed him to do. He was mildly irritated at the fact that his c**k was half hard. He was sure that she would notice but he was also sure that before she was done with him, he would be at full mast. He was also, just as certain that she had no intention of letting him get off tonight. He so wanted to look up at her as she kicked off those dangerously high heels and padded over to him barefoot. He thought better of it though and kept his eyes down.

     "Mr. West, I'm going to give you a safeword. That word is yellow. You will say that word if and when things get too intense for you. Know, however, that if you use that safeword and the session stops, I am free to prosecute you for violation of my client's privacy. Do you understand?"

     "Yes, ma'am," he answered, swallowing hard.

     "Good, now, let's begin. I must say, I've not played with a man your age in years. Young men are much more of a challenge than older, seasoned men. Men your age don't understand their own bodies yet, don't yet know how to control their urges. I could teach you so much about yourself, Mr. West."

     He listened as she walked around him in a circle while she spoke, her voice was deep, rich, and low. He felt it in his groin, the tightening. He kept swallowing and taking deep breaths, determined not to let her embarrass him any further than he already was. She did not fail to notice it.

     "Orion, if you're thinking of this as a contest then you will fail. I've broken the strongest men. Men who come to me for my services know they're getting the best. Don't think you can just bide your time till I'm through with you. I'm looking for it, your breaking point. I'll keep this up until I find it."

     Her words struck fear in him and he felt her hands on the sides of his face as she stood behind him and lowered a blindfold down over his eyes.

     "Pity to cover up such pretty, brown eyes but I have found that the more senses I take away, the more focused my submissive is on the sensation of touch. That's what I want you to focus on, Mr. West."

     He fought to control his natural urge to yank off the blindfold. Orion felt more vulnerable than he'd ever felt. His body began to tremble. She again noticed it and placed her hands on his broad, muscular shoulders, her thumbs massaging the tense flesh as she leaned against him from behind, resting her weight on him and forcing him to hold her up.

     "Relax, boy, we haven't even started yet," she coaxed. "I want you to stand up but keep your hands just as they are."

     She backed away from him and he struggled to get upright and hold his balance without the benefit of his hands. When he managed to get into position, his hands still clasped behind him, he felt her hand on the center of his back.

     "Step forward. There is nothing in front of you to impede you and I'm right here. Keep walking until I tell you to stop."

     He did as she asked, moving tentatively and fearfully without being able to see where she was leading him. "Stop now," she said, clutching his bicep and holding tightly. He stood still while she moved around him, the breeze of her movements flowing over his skin.

     He could hear an ominous sound like clanking chains and a motor and then he felt her hands on his wrists. Guiding them in front of him and clasping lined cuffs around each of them. He held his breath as the sound of the humming motor began again and his wrists were lifted above his head until his arms were taunt and he had to rock forward on the balls of his feet to keep his balance.

     "Beautiful," she hummed from somewhere in front of him; her hands brushing against his chest and making his n*****s harden. "Such a responsive body, so awake and ready for whatever I want to do to it. Really very impressive, Mr. West."

     He caught himself just in time before he thanked her. She had told him not to speak unless she asked him a question. That was the hardest part. If she'd gagged him, it would be no problem and he found himself silently wishing that she would.

     "Mr. West, did your father ever spank you when you were a boy?" she asked.

     "Yes, Ma'am," he answered.

     "Did you like it?"

     "No, Ma'am."

     "Why not?"

     "It hurt, it humiliated me. I hated it," he answered, licking his lips that felt suddenly dry.

     "You hated the pain or the humiliation or both?"

     "Both, I think. I felt…" he trailed off.

     "You felt what?" she asked, moving behind him and running her fingernails down the center of his back.

     He shifted in the chains holding his arms taut but really had no place to go. "I felt… helpless and vulnerable and I… I hated it."

     "You are a man who likes to be in control?"

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     "I'm afraid that tonight, Orion, you are going to lose that control."

     He felt the sting of the cane as she struck him with it only seconds after his mind registered the hissing sound it made as it whipped through the air. She struck him directly across the center of his ass and he tried to step forward again but unable to do more than take an unsteady step as it put him off balance. He bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out but nothing he'd ever felt had been quite so painful, made more so by the fact that he could not escape it or see when it was coming.

     The second stroke was just below the first and with twice the force. God but she could hit just as hard as a man! "f**k!" he cried out and jerked at the cuffs holding his arms.

     "I told you not to speak unless I asked you a question!" she yelled. He felt her moving again and her hand wrapped around his balls. He went weak in the knees and lost his footing as she began to squeeze them ruthlessly. "Oh God, oh God… he cried as he tried to twist away with no success.

     "Be silent or I'll start attaching tiny, little clothespins to your balls and the head of your c**k. You will not like it, I promise you that. Now stand up and take your whipping like a man! You could easily misbehave but you can't seem to take the punishment!"

     Orion struggled to get his legs back under him and stood up, clenching his teeth against the explosive pain in his balls and the unbearable sting of the cane on his ass. He knew she wasn't done yet and he had to find a way to endure it all. When the third blow fell on the back of his thighs, his legs went out from under him again and he bit back on a sob before it escaped from his mouth. It was too much. He couldn't take it. It had to stop. Just as he got his feet beneath him a third time, she struck again and that blow was the worst of all. It fell just at the junction of his thighs and buttocks and he screamed around his clenched teeth. The pain was too much.

     For a long time, he hung by his wrists and sobbed as quietly as he could. He could hear nothing to indicate that she was even still in the room. All was silent except for his muffled misery. He was trying to get his bearings, trying to stand up but the pain was too much. When she touched him again, it terrified him and he panicked, jumping and trying to get loose.

     "Orion, calm down. That part is over. Settle yourself. You did very well. Many men don't' even get past the second stroke. You took all of them for me. Very good boy. Very good."

     He felt the vibration in the chains holding his wrists and the humming of the motor as his wrists were lowered back down. She removed the cuffs then took his hand and led him across the room. He felt something bump against his thighs and realized it was the mattress of a bed.

     "Lie down, on your belly. I'll put some cream on you and you can rest for a moment."

     He felt with his hands to orientate himself, and lay down on his belly, the cool silk of the sheets soothing to his overheated skin.

     Jordan stood back watching him for a moment. She had been mesmerized with the sight of him hanging by his wrists, crying as silently as he could, and working through the pain. She'd just stood and observed him for a bit as she tried to convince herself that she wasn't in the least bit attracted to him. She never got attracted to her clients. Men had no hold on her at all. She didn't need a man in her life, especially one like this spoiled, little, crown-prince of West Computers.

     But yet, he held a certain fascination for her. His body was exquisite and that went without saying. He was exotically beautiful to her and that was obvious. He knew he was sexy. He dressed like it; he carried himself like it, smelled like it, and even talked with an air of confidence. Jordan had managed to shatter that self-assured attitude in a matter of minutes. Perhaps she should not have started with the cane but then again, he would most likely never come back here so she had to make use of the time she had with him.

     She sat down on the side of the bed admiring his pretty backside. Orion was sexy all over and it was rather distracting to her. Older men had a certain quality to their physiques that she had always found attractive but Orion's body was a prime breeding machine. He was so young, so strong, and so virile. She poured some of the cream onto her hands and began to massage it into the red, inflamed strokes on his thighs and muscular ass. He hissed and clenched up as the cream stung at first, then began to soothe the pain.

     She saw him visibly relax beneath her touch and it made her smile with the satisfaction that he had just realized that the hand that hurt could also give pleasure. Such a confusing paradox for the beginners but one they all had to learn. When she was finished, she left him for a moment to wash her hands then retrieved some more items from the bedside table.

     "Mr. West, how are you feeling now?" she asked.

     "Sore, Ma'am," came his muffled reply as his face was more or less pressed against the pillow.

     "Open your legs for me, please," she ordered and tugged at his knees to emphasize her point.

     He moved his head to the side as if to see her through the blindfold prevented him from doing so but he hesitantly did as she asked and spread his legs for her.

     She ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and pinched the sensitive skin as she went. He was tense again. She had not intended to continue the session much past his spanking and she had all that on film. The camera had been shut off right after she finished with it and it remained off. She wasn't sure what she was doing now. She never got this intimate with any man she scened with. Not since… that was years ago and she would not think of that, of HIM now. She shoved that memory away as she reached for the box of rubber gloves.

     Orion's head jerked up when he heard the unmistakable snapping sound of a rubber glove being put on. He knew that sound from the doctors' offices he'd visited in the past. If he'd been tense before, he was a bowstring ready to snap now. He heard another sound like the snap of a plastic cap opening and then he felt her hands on his buttocks, spreading them apart. He bit down on his tongue until he tasted blood and waited.

     Moments passed during which she just seemed to be looking at him, his humiliation level growing with each passing second. Then he felt it, the tip of her glove, covered finger circling him there, in his most intimate place. Surely he wasn't going to just lay there and let her do this to him?

     "Mr. West, has anyone ever touched you here?" she asked, circling his opening with her finger.

     "N…no… Ma'am…" he stammered against the pillow, his face turning red.

     "Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

     "I… do I have a choice?" he asked, confused.

     "Yes, you can always safeword," she answered.

"Then no," he answered.

     "It's not a contest, Mr. West. If this is too much then say so. Say the safeword if you want it to stop."

     "I can't say the safeword or you'll prosecute me!" he protested.

     "You can say it now. I'm done with that part of it. Your punishment was for that. It's over. The camera is off. You can stop this now if you want it to stop. Do you want to stop?"

     Orion froze and his breath would not come. So, the punishment was over and this was… what the hell was this? He sucked in a breath and felt faint. The tip of her finger began to press just inside him and he began to pant, breath coming hard and fast. Deeper and deeper she pushed until her whole finger was inside of him. When she turned it and crooked her finger, rubbing it over a spot deep inside him that made his groin tingle and his c**k spring to full erection, he bucked against the bed and moaned wantonly, embarrassed at his inability to control his arousal.

     "I can show you so much, Orion, teach you about your body, what it can do, and feel. I can make you a better man than you are now. Will you let me lead you?"

     Her voice was so husky, so sensual. Again and again, she brushed against his prostate. He knew what she was doing to him. He'd heard about how good that could feel, he'd never experienced it for himself. He wanted to c*m, to scream and to c*m but somehow he could do neither. The fear of surrendering to her was more than he could take.

     She pushed a second finger inside of him and began to twist them about, opening them and stretching him as she struck over his prostate again and again. He was bucking against the bed without restraint, his c**k leaking all over the sheets. It was too much. He had to stop it. What was that word? He couldn't remember.

     She pulled her fingers out of him and for a moment, he felt empty and that feeling was almost more frightening than surrendering to her invasion of his body. Then he felt something cold and hard being pressed against him and he realized what she was doing. She was going to f**k him with a dildo. That was too much. He couldn't just lie there like an emasculated dog and let her do that to him.

     "Stop, don't put that thing in me!" he protested.

     She kept pushing it against him, slowly, relentlessly. He wasn't tied, he could sit up, and he could stop her physically. He didn't move. "You know your safeword, Orion. Use it or not. The choice is yours."

     What was his safeword? What the f**k was it? He couldn't' remember. Suddenly the toy breached him and slid past the first ring of muscle. He cried out in pain and pushed his face against the pillow. She held the toy still as the muscles spasmed around it. She watched him for some sign of resistance but he was not moving, just lying still as stone on the mattress. She moved closer between his spread legs, kneeling and pushing gently with the small, thin dildo. It should not be causing him that much pain.

     "Orion, breathe in, and relax your body. Let it go limp," she encouraged and after a moment, she became afraid that he wasn't breathing.

     "Orion, answer me! Hey, are you ok?"

     She pulled the toy out of him and reached for the blindfold, yanking it up and off of him. His eyes were shut tight and his teeth clenched. She tried to turn him over on his back but he was too heavy.

     "Hey, answer me!" she shouted, slapping at his face.

     He gasped for breath and rolled to one side, glaring at her like she was the devil. "I told you to stop and you didn't!" he gasped, his hand moving up to the side of his face where she had slapped him.

     "You didn't safeword!" she protested.

     "I couldn't remember the damn safe word!" he shouted, sitting up and drawing up his knees. He had tears standing in his eyes and looked forlorn.

     "Orion, I'm sorry. You should have told me you couldn't remember it. I wouldn't have punished you for that."

     He sat silently, refusing to look at her. She'd pushed him too far and she knew it. "I didn't realize you would break so easily," she said, more to herself than him.

     "What, you think I'm a wimp or something cause I don't want a big, freaking dildo shoved up my ass?"

     "It was the smallest one I have, Orion!" she laughed, holding it up for him to see.

     When he saw that it really hadn't been as big as his imagination had made it, he grinned and shook his head. "f**k, I am a wimp!" he mumbled.

     "No, it was just too much for you to take in the first session, I'm sorry, Orion. You seemed to like the prostate stimulation so I thought… You did like that, didn't you?"

     "Umm, yeah, it was pretty awesome," he admitted.

     "Well, why don't you lie back down and let's try to continue. I know you would like this if you can just relax some more. I'll take you there. Let me show you how good you can feel. You have to trust me, Orion."

     He hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out on his stomach again, allowing her to coax his legs apart once more. She reached for a pillow and tugged up on his hips, sliding it under him to raise him up. He settled onto it as best he could and tried to relax. She poured some more lube on her fingers and inserted two slowly into him again; working his prostate and taking him back to the point he'd been only moments before.

     "That's it, baby, just feel and enjoy. This isn't supposed to hurt. This isn't supposed to make you scared. When she withdrew her fingers and began to push at him again with the dildo, he knew what was coming. "Slow, deep breaths, keep the muscles relaxed."

     Orion forced himself to remain calm and not to tense up. Oh so slowly, she breached him with the toy until he felt it fill him up completely. It was such a foreign sensation to him, being invaded like that. He was so humiliated and yet at the same time, his c**k was harder than he could ever remember it being. It ached against his stomach, full, hard, throbbing, leaking. "f**k," he gasped again, stretching the word out into a long, protracted moan.

      She began to f**k him with the dildo; drawing it out almost to the end and shoving it back inside. He struggled to keep from pushing against it each time it struck his prostate. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt in his life; that feeling of surrender, of submission. He lay there and let her do what she wanted with him. He was scared, he was embarrassed but it went beyond that. It went beyond the state of hyperarousal as well. He was letting go of everything; all his worries, his responsibilities, everything.

     "Feel good, baby?" she asked.

     "Mmmm, God, Yes!" he moaned.

     She began to thrust into him faster, driving the toy against his prostate with every thrust. "Up on your knees, boy!" she demanded, pausing in her movements to allow him to comply with her demand.

     When he was on his knees, she began to move the toy again and reached between his legs to wrap her hand around his c**k. She was as shocked as he was when she touched it. Jordan never touched their c***s. She never got this intimate with a submissive. She could not believe she was doing it. Neither could he.

     She began to jack him in time to the thrusts she was making with the toy and she could feel the shudders moving through his body. "Want to c*m, boy?"

     "Oh, God, yes… Please, please…" he sighed, pushing against her hand as she worked up and down his pulsing length.

     "Beg me and do it right!" she ordered.

     "Please, please let me c*m… Mistress!" he keened to her.

     "You may c*m!"

     Orion felt his orgasm literally explode through his groin and out the end of his overstimulated c**k. As the waves of pleasure rocked his body, driving him over the edge, he nearly passed out, falling limp against the bed. He wasn't even aware that she had taken the dildo out of him. He didn't feel her when she stood up beside the bed and walked away.

     It took him several minutes to get his breath and come back down from the high. He had never c*m so hard in his life. It was unbelievable. He blinked and rolled over onto his back, carefully avoiding the wet spot on the bed where he had unloaded just moments before. When he looked up, he could see Jordan standing a few feet away from the bed.

     "Orion, you can wash up in the bathroom," she gestured to a closed-door behind her. "When you're ready, you can leave."

     "So, we're… done here?" he asked hesitantly.

     "Yes, we're done. You can go."

     "So, even then? I mean you won't blackmail me or anything?"

"I gave you my word. I mean to keep it. You don't need to worry. Mr. West, it was a pleasure to break you," she said, the sound of her voice almost ominous in the leather-clad room.

     "It was a pleasure being broken, Ms. Harley," he answered as she turned and walked through the door, closing it behind her.