Dungeon Crawl ~ Beth and the Juicer #Decisions 7 comments

Today’s Dungeon Crawl comes from my M/f BDSM collection of short stories call Sweet Agony. This is from the story called Decisions. I wrote it because I have never in my life known a submissive who had an easy time making decisions, that’s one reason our roles complement each other so well. So, I came up with this little game because I’m evil and twisted like that.

Decisions

James stood watching her, the sneer on his face telling her plainly that he was not pleased. “I said make a choice, Beth. It’s simple really. You pick three and I pick three. After that, it’s all in my hands. No worries left for you.”

The glint in his eye and the sinister tone of his voice let Beth know that there certainly were going to be worries after her decision, worries a plenty, but not of the usual kind. That was why she had come here after all, to forget about the stressors of her life. She looked up at him, chewing her bottom lip, the flickering amber flames of the candles dancing across the stormy grey of her eyes, showing her fear and indecision. He smirked at her inner struggle, then raised an eyebrow as she dared to meet his gaze for a moment, making Beth look down again.

James had spread every last ‘toy’ he owned out upon the bed in anticipation of her arrival, and now he was gleefully watching as she was forced to pick which of them would punish her sweet body.

God she looked glorious, all decked out and ready to be tormented. Just the sight of her made his cock swell painfully. This of course made him even more impatient, causing him to issue a low growl to hurry her along. It wasn’t that watching her wasn’t pleasant, but hurting her was so very much more fun, and she was ready, oh so ready for what he had in mind. He’d made sure of it.

When she’d gotten to the his house, he’d stripped her bare, rubbed a warming oil all over her body, including into the cleft between her legs and the tight little puckered hole between her ass cheeks, snarling at her when she had dared to moan in pleasure from his touch, then placed a black leather collar around her neck, pinned up her hair, and slipped a pair of ‘come fuck me’ shoes on her feet, in preparation of their game.

Now he sat across the room in full Master mode, eyes steady, dark blue, chest bare, hard as steel, legs, ass, and cock encased in tight faded jeans that outlined the bulge of his semi hard shaft. He was watching her every move, taking in every shiver, as she tried to decide on which punishment or pleasure items she wished for him to use upon her.

She chewed at her lip again, and heard another sound of impatience come from her Master. He was becoming exasperated with her, and that wouldn’t do at all. Part of her, the Beth inside that had yet to be tamed for the night, wanted to turn to him and tell him to just fuck off and give her a minute, but she knew she didn’t dare. The skin on her ass cringed at just the thought.

She stepped forward, looking over everything, trying to think of the best way to go about this, wanting and needing to choose the right ones. If she picked the worst of the lot, the ones that hurt the very most, perhaps he’d be proud of her choices, proud that she had chosen to be strong and take the worst of the pain. Maybe he’d go easier when the time came to use them, or not. This was James she was talking about here. Or maybe, if she picked only things of pleasure, then the end result wouldn’t be so bad either. Beth sighed at that ridiculous idea too. He’d simply make her wait hours on end, hovering on the brink of orgasm, begging to cum. Oh hell, how could she choose? Somehow she knew he’d have a solution she wouldn’t care for, whatever she did.

“Pick your choice of play things, or we up it to four a piece. I’m tired of waiting for you, Beth.”

“Sorry, Sir. I will.”

James sighed in exasperation. “Beth, what do I always tell you when you say you are sorry?”

Beth made a face, furious with herself that she was managing to make him even more impatient with her. God she hated this struggle within herself that she went through every time they did this. Once she was in sub space everything was great, she knew the script, the pain was intense, a pathway to exquisite pleasure and release. All she had to do was obey. But until then, during the time she kept screwing up and being pissed off at herself and him, anything could happen to make her punishment worse.

“You tell me I’m not sorry yet, but I will be very soon, Sir.

“And do you believe me when I say that, Beth?”

“Oh yes, Sir.”

“Then pick your fucking implements of pain!”

Beth jumped, and quickly picked up the riding crop. She hated its sting, but he rarely gave her more than twenty or thirty all told with it because he never ever wanted to break her skin. The crop was wicked and raised welts the moment it was slashed across her skin, so he had to be a bit careful with it. She hoped it would be a good choice.

That decision made, her eyes scanned the rest of the items. They had all been used on her in one form or another before, so she knew what each felt like. It wasn’t fear of the unknown here. It was what he would do with them that was in question. How many, how much, how hard, where?

She ran her fingers over the various vibrators, skimming quickly over the large one he gleefully used in her ass when he said she’d been a very wicked girl. ‘Naughty girls get punished and fucked, Beth’. He loved telling her that as he shoved it in hard, twisting and thrusting until she cried and came. That one would stay put if she had any say on the matter. Then there was the remote control egg which he would turn on at will and then tell her she wasn’t allowed to cum. He should try not cumming when a vibrating egg was jiggling away on his sweet spot!

There were all sorts of vibes with bumps and stimulators, nipple clamps and little clips that went on her clit. Things that felt good, oh so good, and things that felt oh so bad. And as much as she wanted to choose one of the good things, she let them be. If he thought she was out for pure pleasure, he’d call her a slut and get right down to the pain in no time flat without letting her cum for hours. Nope that wouldn’t do. Instead, in the end, to the accompaniment of more growls, made to hurry her along, her hand rested on the juicer.

It was a curious thing that went in her bum and drove her wild, and that in part was the problem. She’d never in her life seen such a thing before James had pulled it out one night long ago. He had a trove of things she never would have even guessed the use of if he hadn’t schooled her in them, but the juicer, the juicer had to top them all.

It was made out of glass, and one end had a large dildo shape with a nice bulbous head, kind of fluted like a juicer for making fresh orange juice. It also had lots of little bumps for added sensation. The other end had a small crank so the person in control could turn it fast or slow inside his or her lover.

The feel of it when it was all greased up, spinning away in her ass was incredible, and it made her absolutely insane. That was the problem though. It made her lose control. Absolutely, completely, turned her into a screaming banshee unable to do anything but cum and cum and cum. She had a love /hate relationship with a loss of control of that magnitude, and James knew it. On the other hand, that was why she was here wasn’t it?

She picked it up quickly before she could change her mind. Okay, that was two things. Beth heard James clear his throat and knew she’d better hurry. Her eyes scanned the items remaining and landed on the wide leather strap. God the thing hurt like hell. Had to be five inches across and none too soft either. Made it feel as if her skin was being pealed right off her body. She’d never in her life seen such a huge strap in any store, and had asked once where it had come from, but he hadn’t told her, only smirked. On impulse, perhaps because she knew deep inside that she really needed this punishment to let go of all the things she’d been keeping bottled up inside, she picked it up and turned to him.

“I’m ready, Sir. Here are my things. I hope you approve.”

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