I really like this title. Nothing like a little blasphemy to brighten up your day.
On the Seventh Day
Sometimes, you don't want to lose a
bet. Sometimes, you don't want to win. And sometimes, it doesn't
matter.
For Danni, it didn't matter who won.
She wasn't one of the people betting; she was the prize they were
betting on. She didn't know how they were deciding who won. She
didn't know what was going to happen. All she knew was that they had
smiled when she said she wanted to know more about BDSM, and when she
gave them permission to play their game. She knew that they had a bet
planned out, and that each of them got one day with her. One day, and
one part of BDSM.
She did ask questions. There were six
of them, but only four letters for BDSM. So how was that going to
work? They didn't tell her. Kevin did say that there are actually six
letters; two of them get repeated. Then he gave her an evil smile,
made sure she was serious about it, and then told her about safe
words and aftercare.
Danni had no idea how they picked the
order. All she knew was that on Monday, it was all going to start,
and that it was going to be one hell of a ride.
MONDAY: Bondage
Brian was first. He met her after work
and walked her to her car. He took the keys from her and walked her
to the back. “We're going to start simple,” he said. He opened
the trunk. He took the jack out of the back and made sure there was
nothing protruding. “So either you get in there on your own, or I
help you.”
Danni was confused. She opened her
mouth to protest. He shook his head. “You heard me,” he said.
She looked at the trunk, then back at
him. He smiled, gestured for the trunk. She didn't move. He pulled
something out of a pocket, and pain jolted through her.
When she came to, she was already tied
up. The rope was soft, but secure. She tried to move, and managed to
make herself spin around, but that was about all she could manage.
She opened her eyes and saw that she was suspended a few feet up. Not
far enough to hurt if she fell, but far enough that she couldn't
touch anything but air.
Brian stepped into her field of vision
and smiled again. “You okay?” he asked. She nodded. “Sorry
about that. Today's not supposed to be about pain. But I thought I'd
throw in kidnapping for good measure.”
“Was that a tazer?” Brian nodded
at her. “Huh. Not what I expected.”
He smiled again. “Now, I need to
make sure you're safe. Can you feel your fingers and toes okay?
Anything feel cold?”
She wiggled things that needed
wiggling. Nothing felt cold, except the air on her bare skin, on the
wet space between her legs. Danni blushed.
“Okay,” Brian said. “I'm going
to gag you then.” After handing her a handkerchief, he pulled out a
metal contraption and put it in her mouth. But instead of covering
her mouth, it held her teeth open. He did something, and it opened
farther, pushing her jaw as wide as it would go. It was not
comfortable. Not that she could say anything even if she wanted to.
She felt something against her rear,
cold and wet. Then something else. Still cold, but solid. Forceful.
It plunged into her, and she felt metal curling around her ass and
across her back. Then Brian pulled on something, and Danni was lifted
up, her face pointing towards the floor and her ass, held by a curved
piece of metal, in the air. She moaned.
He bent down into her field of vision
again.
“Okay,” he said. “Now just two
more things, and your night will start. It ends either at sun up or
when you drop the kerchief. Whenever you've had enough, just call it
quits.”
Danni was considering if that had
something to do with the bet. Was it a question of how long it took
her to break? Or whether or not they could?
She wanted to ask, but still couldn't
move her mouth. She made a noise, but Brian ignored it. He just
strapped something soft around her face, covering her eyes, and then
put a pair of headphones over her ears. There was nothing but white
noise.
White noise and darkness. After a
little while, she couldn't feel the rope, or the hook in her ass. Her
mouth was dry, and the room didn't seem to have
any smell. Danni counted to herself. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, skin.
Sight, sound, smell, taste touch. Yep, that was all of them.
TUESDAY:
Discipline
Danni only vaguely remembered the rest
of that night. She hung there forever, she hallucinated for a while,
and then Brian took her down, helped her come back to the world. He
held her close, congratulated her, and then took her home and sent
her to bed. The only instruction she'd been given was that she was
not to touch herself. No masturbation, no matter how turned on she
was.
So by the time Frank picked her up,
there wasn't much else she was thinking about. He came into her
apartment with a roll of duct tape, and told her to take off her
clothes. He didn't say hello, he didn't ask how she was doing. And he
didn't watch when she stripped. He moved around her apartment, got
himself a glass of water, and sat down on her couch.
Once she was naked, he pointed at his
feet and told her to kneel. She got down on her knees, ready for him
to tell her to take out his cock and suck him off. She was ready to
do it, already licking her lips in anticipation. He rolled his eyes
at her and told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back.
She did, and he used the tape to bind her wrists. It wasn't tight;
she could have slipped out at any time, or just pulled hard and the
tape would've ripped.
He took her gently by the head and
turned her to the side. Then he lowered her head until it was on the
floor. “Stay.”
She heard the television turn on, then
felt him put his feet up on her ass. He left her there, like that,
while he watched some sports show. Any time she tried to say
anything, he would shush her. Any time she moved, he would tell her
to stay.
Once the show was over, he stood up
and walked into the other room. He got her to her knees when he came
back and put a fork, tines out, into her mouth. He sat back on the
couch. “Bring me a slice of orange,” he said. “You may stand.”
She struggled to her feet and walked
into the kitchen. On the counter was a bowl of orange slices. Danni
contemplated pulling her hands free, then realized what the fork was
for. She bent over and stabbed the fork into one of the slices,
brought it out to him. He popped it in his mouth, chewed, swallowed,
and then sent her back for more.
All night long, all he did was make
her hold still, or make her serve him. Nothing sexual. Nothing even
kinky. It left Danni confused, mostly at how much it turned her on.
His final instruction, like Brian, was
for her to not play with herself.
WEDNESDAY: Domination
Kyle woke her up with a gently slap
across the face. Then he told her to grab the headboard, and reached
between her legs. He slipped his finger inside easily, and Danni was
moaning, well on her way to orgasm, while still barely awake.
She came to true consciousness when he
stopped. The sudden cease of pleasure snapped her awake. She moaned
in protest, and he smiled down at her. Then his finger started again.
This time, he added a second.
And stopped, again, before she could
cum.
“What the hell?” She finally
asked.
“Quiet bitch,” he said. “This
isn't about your pleasure.”
Then he started again, adding a third
finger this time.
Danni tried to hold herself still,
tried not to react. Maybe, if he didn't know how close she was
getting to orgasm, he's push her over by mistake. If she could just
stop herself from moaning, he'd keep going.
But he didn't bring her over. He just
brought her to the edge, rubbing gently, but consistently. The same
thing over and over. The pleasure was there, but not the
satisfaction. She was whimpering after a little while.
She was sobbing after a few minutes.
She was begging him to stop long
before he did.
She almost came when he pushed the
plug into her ass, and again when he pushed the plug into her pussy.
Her eyes snapped open when she heard the lock close.
She looked down. Still stuffed front
and back, she was locked in a chastity belt.
“Now you don't have to worry about
touching yourself,” he said. “Have a nice day.”
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