Painful Pleasures

Bite me

Usually, I enjoy parties. The vibe, the music, the way my heart pounds to the rhythm of the beat is always a good time. Especially when I’m with friends. However, this was slightly outside my comfort zone. I’ll admit, it was a far more interesting party than any I’d ever been to. I was relieved to see that no one was getting busy straight in the open. That’s not to say there weren’t plenty of people trying to get busy elsewhere. Despite the ear-bursting music, I could hear the mind-numbing cries from upstairs. I hoped, for their sake, they had enough security to be sure everyone was actually safe. I heard the sound of a whip cracking and someone moaning. In what I assume was the dining room, there was a man tied up by hanging ropes. He was shirtless and gagged. Beside him was a curvy woman with long curly red hair. She wore a skintight catsuit and thigh high boots. She smiled down at him as sweat pooled down his face and neck. He was beet red with bright red bruises on his torso. Many people were standing around in the room, watching as the woman bent down and whispered something in his ear. His eyes fluttered toward her, glossy and pleading. In her hand was a white leather branch that she lightly tapped against his cheek. She turned away and, to my surprise, the man tried to pull toward her. She turned quickly and struck him with the branch. A chill ran up my spine. How did she know when to stop? How did she know she wasn’t hurting him? I wanted to turn away, but it was as if a spell was cast on me, compelling me to keep watching. I watched another man approach and speak to her. She said one word and the man fell to his knees, looking up at her with the admiration one would receive from an obedient dog. She tapped the branch against his face and smiled. My gaze was torn away as Mila pulled me off to another section of the house. We entered a room which was much quieter than the rest of the house.

“Phew! It’s so hot out there with all those people.” she complained, dabbing at the sweat on her forehead. “You looked a little uncomfortable, figured we should go somewhere with some breathing room.” The room we'd entered was small with several couches and bean bags filled with people laughing and playing board games. A flat screen TV hung above the fireplace, playing a Netflix movie no one seemed to be watching. Bottles of alcohol were lined up in the corner of the room, followed by unclaimed red plastic cups. Jamila waved at the group of people playing a drinking game on the floor.

“You know them?” I asked her. She just smiled.

“Nope, but put on a friendly face and people are compelled to be friendly to you.”

I half smiled. I adored her pure nature and the fact that she always wanted to see the goodness in people, but it makes me worry about her. They scooched over to allow us to sit. It looked like they were playing monopoly.

“What are you playing?” Mila asked in her sweet singsong voice.

“Drunkopoly. You two want in?” One of the women asked. “There’s still plenty of liquor left.”

“I’m actually not much of a heavy drinker.”

“Oh, well, we have a couple coolers if you’d prefer those.”

We played for about 15 minutes until one of the guys pulled a telltale card. “Tell the most hardcore scene you’ve had, the weakest drinks.” I frowned, already knowing that I’d be the one drinking.

“Guys, be nice, she’s a baby sub.” Jamila said matter of factly.

“Hey, same here.” One of the guys chimed in. “At least we’ll be going to hell together.” They shared a laugh.

“I’m guessing the worst you’ve had was a spanking.” One of the girls asked.

“I haven’t been spanked, but…” I blushed. It was silly, really, considering what I’d just seen downstairs. “He…got me off in public.” They awed like how someone would with a child. “He can be mean, but I don’t think he’d do anything too hardcore. Our relationship is pretty fresh.”

“Do you want to do more?”

“I have my fantasies, but it feels a little awkward to talk about. It’s easy to daydream, but what if I end up not really liking it?”

“Well, you’ll never know unless you try. What do you fantasize about? Chains? Whips?”

“Nothing that extreme,” I saw quickly. “At least not yet. I do want to try being tied up, but I’m afraid I’ll panic.” the girl smirked.

“You wanna try it out then?” The circle got quiet.

“Damn you're bold,” another girl said. “She clearly already has a master.”

“Relax, I’m not asking her to marry me. I’m just offering my services. I’ve been practicing different knots. I think they’re selling some restraints downstairs.”

“Yeah, I don’t think-” Jamila started before I interrupted her.

“Okay.” I say.

“Really?” Mila asked, surprised.

“Why not? It’s likely that none of us will see each other again. Makes it less embarrassing.”

“No need to be embarrassed.” One guy said reassuringly. “We’ve all got some skeletons in the closet. Here, you can try on mine.” he opened his jacket to reveal a thick rope wrapped around his torso. The others helped him untie himself. I felt nervous as the girl scooched over. It was a really long, thick rope. It looked old, as though it'd been used way more than its scheduled lifespan.

“I’ll start with your hands and work my way up. Tell me if you feel scared, okay?” I nodded. She tied a simple knot and combined my hands in front of me. The ropes hurt as they scratched and irritated my skin. “Feeling alright?” I nodded. She wrapped the rope around my arms and around my shoulders. “Most people do this when their sub is standing. Fits better. Still doing good?” Moving made the pain worse as the rope seemed to get tighter. I felt uneasy.

“I-I’m okay, but the ropes are kinda cutting into my skin.”

“Okay, then let me untie this before it gets too tight.” I winced as she struggled to loosen the ropes. I was so preoccupied, I didn’t notice Nate standing in the doorway. He was staring at me, watching.

“Geez, you don’t know how to untie your own knots?” the guy scolded her. After 3 minutes of trying to untie me, Nate walked over. It didn’t take him long to loosen them. When I turned to thank him, he was staring at me, stern and displeased. “OOoo girl, you in trouble.” I glared and turned away from him. I was about to get back to the game, but he grabbed my hand and made me stand.

“Follow me,” he ordered. I frowned, but allowed him to lead me out the room. I gave Jamila an okay signal and she motioned to her phone to text her.

“What do you think you were doing?” Nate asked when we were far enough away.

“Making friends. Isn’t that why we’re here?” I asked pointedly. “It’s not like you were jumping to entertain me.” The way he looked at me sent me into a cold sweat. I looked away in a last attempt to keep my composure.

“If you wanted to be tied up, you could have asked.”

“Are you mad?” He stopped and bit back a smile.

“I’ve been too soft on you, haven’t I?” It didn’t sound like a question. At least not one he actually wanted me to answer. His hand slid up my arm and rested at the nape of my neck. He tugged at the roots of my hair. I let out a yelp. His lips brushed my jaw and small tremors cascaded down my body. “I won’t make the same mistake twice.” When he let go, I was trembling. He led me through the house. Moans and groans rang through the upper level. There were ties and panties hanging from the doorknobs. I hoped Morgan and his friends planned to sanitize this place after the party. I didn’t even wanna know all the sinful s**t these people were getting into. But then again, this could be good writing material. I should have brought the notebook Mila got me. I got excited when Nate led me into a small secluded room. “Wipe that smile off your face,” he ordered as he closed the door. I tucked in my lips attempting to suppress the smile desperately trying to spread across my face. There were blankets folded neatly in the corner. Tools and paddles hung on the walls. Paper crinkled under my feet. It was the type painters used to keep the floor clean…as well as murderers.

“Well, this doesn’t look suspicious at all,” I said jokingly. Though a part of me was praying I wasn’t the naive i***t walking into her own execution. I’ve seen enough true crime to know this s**t could happen at any moment, anywhere. “Is this where I beg for my life?” I ask sweetly, planning my fast escape if s**t goes south. He almost laughed as he made himself comfortable, removing his sweater and placing his bag down.

“Get on your knees.”

I paused, surprised at first. It both excited and embarrassed me. I still wasn’t used to allowing someone to give me orders. I felt like a kid, which only fueled my defiance. “I don’t know how clean this is.”

“Why should that matter when you’re already filthy?”

“Filthy?” I bit my tongue seeing him pull out a short whip, similar to that used on horses. I took a step back as he approached me. He tapped the whip against my jaw and I flinched. “Y-You’re not gonna use that on me are you?” He smiled so innocently.

“Does it scare you?” I backed up until I hit the wall, cursing myself for putting myself in a corner yet again. I whimpered as he trailed it down my neck. “Do I scare you? Answer honestly.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, fighting the urge to break eye contact. He was enjoying watching me sweat. What an ass.

“No.” I say. Even as my arms sprouted goosebumps, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“Do you trust me?” He asked. The whip had traveled to my navel and he was lightly patting it against my side. I was suddenly ticklish, causing me to jump.

“Yes.” He kissed me and whispered.

“Then get on your knees.” I kept my eyes on his as I slowly kneeled down. He ran his fingers through my hair. It comforted me. “Good girl. Stay.” he walked back to his bag. I released the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I could hear my pulse in my ears and feel it between my legs. I was so happy I couldn’t stop shaking. Is this how dogs feel when their owners praise them? Was that how Nate saw me? I dared not move, but strained my neck trying to peek at what Nate was grabbing. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for anything hardcore yet. But I also didn’t want to disappoint him. I felt guilty. I’d only been thinking about my own pleasure. I didn’t consider how much he'd probably been holding back for my sake. “Close your eyes.” I did and listened to the sound of his feet walking toward me. I tensed, not knowing what to expect. I felt his lips on my forehead and his hands lift my hair. Curious, I peeked after hearing a small click. He flicked me with his fingers. “I didn’t tell you to open them yet.” Still, he held up a handheld mirror to me. I gasped. He’d placed a necklace around my neck.

“How pretty,” I said. “But you know how I feel about you giving me expensive gifts.”

“Relax, it’s not anything crazy. Though I figured you’d be more comfortable with a more discreet collar.”

“This is a collar?” I asked. If I were a dog, my tail would definitely be wagging.

“Did you expect it to be an actual dog collar?” he laughed. “Don’t ever take it off, unless I release you. For as long as you wear this, you belong to me. Understand?” I nodded. He tapped the whip against my jaw. “And from now on, you will say ‘yes, sir’ when we are alone. And ‘yes, Nate’ when we are in public. No more nodding unless I tell you not to speak. Understand?”

“Yes,” I blushed and looked away, too embarrassed to say it to his face. “Sir.”

“Good, now place your hands behind your back.” I saw him pull out a black rope. It was smaller than the other guy’s. My heart was racing as he tied my hands together. He pulled it tight and I winced. “Too tight? He whispered. I had a feeling he wouldn’t loosen it even if I said yes. "Remember your safeword?”

“Yes, sir..” I cringed. This wasn’t going to be easy to get used to. He smiled and unbuckled his pants. Oh. I looked away. “Don’t act shy now. Is this not what you wanted?” He forced me to look up at him. “Open your mouth.” I wasn't brave enough to stare, so I closed my eyes. He placed something round and squishy in my hand. I felt his thumb slide down my tongue. I peeked. “I’m going to be a little rough with you, so try your best to bare with me. If it becomes too much to handle, squeeze the ball. Understand?” I nodded. He c****d his head to the side, waiting. It was more embarrassing as I was practically drooling as he held my tongue out.

“Yes, sir,” I mustered out. Before I could take a full breath, he was sliding down my throat. I instantly gagged.

“C’mon, you can do better than that.” he gave me a sec to breathe before pushing down my throat again. This might have been easier had my hands not been tied. He moaned out and ran his fingers through my hair. I fought the urge to gag as he hit the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. My jaw felt like it would break as I tried to keep my teeth out the way. Tears leaked from my eyes. I was about to squeeze the ball, but he pulled out. I coughed, letting the saliva and precum spill from my mouth. Before I knew it, he was lifting my head and thrusting into me again. I gagged so hard, I thought I’d throw up. I wanted to squeeze the ball, but seeing his face in a trance overpowered my desire to breathe. I felt like a toy and I liked it. How cruel of him to find so much pleasure in my pain. Am I a good toy? Willingly, I pushed into him, sending it as far as it could go. “Fuck..” he moaned. He pushed me away and I coughed up more saliva. I felt so dirty and humiliated. I probably looked a mess. Still, I held my tongue out. I don’t mind being a toy. Break me beyond repair, just show me that face again. He chuckled. “Alright, if that’s what you want.” he gripped my head and drove deep. I tried to jerk my head away, but he didn’t let me. Warm saliva dripped down my chin. My eyes rolled back. I felt dizzy.After a few seconds, he held it at the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away. “Good girl, hold it.” More tears spilled from my eyes. He swore and pulled out halfway. As I took in deep breaths, I felt him jumping at the tip of my tongue. Warm liquid spilled out into my mouth. My eyes fluttered, still trapped in a daze. My arms felt raw against the ropes. When I looked up at him, his face was completely flushed. How cute. Was I a good toy? I wanted to ask, but didn’t have the energy to talk. I tried to recall when I’d become such a slut. He went to fetch a trash can. “Spit.” I smiled and swallowed instead. It gave me a queasy feeling, but the look on his face was worth it.

“Was I good?” I asked. He brought over his bag and pulled out a few wet wipes and began cleaning my face.

“You were very good.”

I got butterflies in my tummy. “Will you reward me?”

“What would you like?” he asked as he started loosening the ropes..

“Would you…bite me?”