Delicious

Across town Delicious was nervous. 

That wasn’t her real name of course, it wasn’t until Carmen arrived at his place an hours drive through the lunchtime traffic of the city that she became Delicious. He’d slip a lace choker collar around her neck and tie the clasp. After that she was to call him Mister and she would be his submissive to do with as he pleased. 

She loved it, to be stripped of her identity. Carmen was a hard working solo mother who doted on her family, but with him she was a filthy sex addict who was free to let go and release her inhibitions; To be used, and had, and to be lusted over. The fact that it was early morning and they’d planned to spend most of the day together made it even better. She’d be with him for the best part of the day.

Her mind began to wander as she gripped the steering wheel of the car with clammy hands while traffic merged around her. “Delicious” just sounded so sexual and so wanton, it lit a fire in her and made her tingle when he said it. What would happen this time? Every experience was different and he’d promised her something on his Whatsapp messages and been deliberately coy about what something was. Italicizing the word ‘something’ was his signature move on the phone. It set her mind racing. 

She thought back to their first meeting and how she got her new identity; embarrassed that she’d arrived at his place in the middle of the night, completely drunk in the back of a taxi and out of control. Anything could have happened. But in the morning she woke with all her clothes on in the bed to meet a slim unassuming guy that made her a sweetcorn pancake with bacon and a poached egg then drove her home in his convertible completely unmolested. The only recollection she really had was sitting on the couch the night before, making out with him where he’d paused and asked her rhetorically “Why do you taste so delicious Carmen?”

The first time she saw him afterwards the sex was a bit average. Satisfying, but not exactly in keeping with all of the filthy text messages he’d plied her with in advance. It had definitely heated up quickly though. On the second and subsequent visits he’d slipped a dainty lace collar with a clasp around her neck and told her that when she was with him and wearing it her name was Delicious, a sex crazed slut who loved to fuck and suck cock and she would do anything she was told. Then she was instructed on the safe word which was ‘spaghetti’ before he went down on her and put his hands on her body. 

When she was with him she loved how he walked around the bedroom, seemingly dismissive of her presence and also not in a hurry to get his own satisfaction, instead he stroked her and admired her body, savouring her as it suited them both. 

Going down on her had all been a ploy that second visit though; to get her lubricated and in the mood properly so it would be easier to secretly slip a vibrating bullet into her at a restaurant later that night. He controlled the little back orb with a remote control and she tingled at the thought of him turning it on in full view as the waiter looked her in the eye, surrounded by diners who also had no idea what was happening.

Later that night under candlelight and with her hands cuffed behind her back he set the device to maximum and declared it wasn’t turning off until she’d sucked all of the cum from his cock. 

A loud toot from a car horn brought her back to the present, still reminiscing about what his warm spunk felt like as it streaked across her face once she’d done his bidding.

The rest of the drive was uneventful. 

He smiled as he opened the door. He stood barefoot in a casual linen shirt and pants, the top button of the shirt was undone and he hadn't shaved. He took her coat into the kitchen and shepherded her in.

His apartment was sparse and minimal and whenever she saw him she wondered how someone could live with so little stuff. It was so different to her house full of clutter and school uniforms drying on clothes racks. There was a lounge suite, a television and a computer desk but nothing else. No rugs on the polished floor boards or even a dining table. There were no pictures on the walls or photographs of people he knew.

He produced her lace collar from a pocket and dangled it in front of her, the dried cum from the last visit still visible. She felt the submission beginning and wondered what something was and how it could even begin to top being made to orgasm in front of a maitre de who’d been brought over to the table to talk about wine the last evening they’d gone out.

His hands wrapped around her neck as he tightened the collar. They were warm and firm on her skin and his fingertips brushed the back of her neck as he tied the clasp. The lace stretched across her throat.

He stepped back and stroked her face gently, the sleeve of his shirt falling away to reveal his forearm and an expensive looking watch. After the first night there was trust established, but he was clearly a total deviant and now she had her collar on she definitely had no control. 

“You were eight minutes late tonight,” he said coolly.

He continued. “That's not acceptable. You need to be taught a lesson in punctuality. Go to the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed.”

She obeyed, aroused at his authoritative tone. All of the day's decisions, the kids, her useless ex, work stress and worries were forgotten as she became ‘Delicious’ and did what she was told.

She got five foot away. 

“Stop.’ he commanded.

She could feel him approaching her from behind. He placed a hand on her buttocks and squeezed her as he leant inter her smelled her hair. He was breathing heavily into her ear and he lingered for a moment. She loved his touch. His firm deliberate grasp on her was confident and natural.

“Go,” he said, satisfied as he spanked her lightly then stood watching his slave make her way across the living room. 

His bedroom was similarly as sparse as the rest of the apartment. Just the bed, which had been made up with fresh flax linen sheets and pillows but no blankets. A pair of wooden drawers flanked on either side; a phone charger and a watch box on one, a small, nondescript wooden box on the other. It was very warm in the room. The midday sunlight filtered through the closed blind and brought the summer heat with it.

She sat and waited. Away in the kitchen she could hear the clinking of glasses and a bottle opening. 

After a few minutes he arrived with three glasses. Two filled with scotch, the other with ice. He ignored her as he entered and placed them down on the drawer with the nondescript box on it. Continuing to dismiss her he opened the top drawer and produced a candle in a glass jar. Lighting it, the scent of caramel and vanilla began to waft around the room. 

“Take off your clothes and get on your knees, facing this way” he pointed.

She obeyed, removing her top and skirt to reveal sexy black lingerie she’d hope he would like. 

“You won’t need that (underwear), take it all off,” he said nonchalantly gesturing.

She stripped naked and got on all fours, facing the pillows as she’d been instructed. Casually he stood up and walked around behind her with his shirt still buttoned. As he walked she could feel his eyes on her. She was naked and being examined. Objectified. 

“Do you like the feeling of the sheets? They’re new,”

She nodded. 

As he walked around her he reached out and brushed his hand on her buttocks. In her heightened state he jumped at his touch. 

His hand lingered on her ass and he brushed his fingers down her thigh to the warmth between her legs. He paused deliberately before slipping them over her exposed lips and into her wetness, playfully rubbing her clit and exciting her. She backed into his hand to feel more of him on her. 

The pain was sudden. 

A loud crack echoed around the room as the sharp tang of the hard plastic struck her backside. She jolted at the suddenness of the sensation. The sting shot through her before the warmth set in. She hadn’t noticed. He’d covertly picked up the paddle with the short handle that he’d dangled in front of her last time. 

She let out a moan as he struck her on the other cheek.

She had been naughty... Keeping Mister waiting. 

Her toes curled and she clenched the sheets on the bed with her fingers in anticipation of the next strike. 

He lingered. Deliberately. He started to slip the paddle over her body, stopping in place occasionally to gently tap her with it or make her aware of the object. It had a short handle with little flex or fulcrum. It was sharp and dangerous along the leading edge, the face of each side having a different texture. Now he was at her ribs and her breasts which hung, exposed. 

She’d never submitted to someone like this before. The anticipation of being released from her sexual restraint was electric. She was equal parts terrified and elated as he planned where the paddle would land next, but she wasn’t sure if she could endure a paddling on her breasts. Cold sweat formed on her body. 

“Are you going to be late again Delicious?” He asked

“No…” She replied.

Whack! Her ass ached with release as the blood momentarily stopped flowing from his precision strike. She gurgled at the pain and pleasure. 

No..?” he queried.

“No, Mister” she obeyed.

“That’s right” he said, walking to the drawer without putting the paddle down. With his free hand he took a small sip of his scotch and then rubbed a cube of ice in his hand. The cold water dripped onto the floor with an audible pop. 

He returned behind her again, gently cooling the bright red mark forming on her ass cheek with his cold wet hand. The ice water trickled down the back of her thigh and pooled in the back of her knee. 

He sighed as he stroked her body. 

“I can’t possibly stay mad at you,” he said, before deviantly cracking the paddle on the opposite cheek with almost as much force as the previous three strikes combined. Her knees went weak and a tear welled in her eye as her body screamed in ecstasy. 

“But don’t think I won’t remember” he concluded as he discarded the paddle on the ground.

Now his fingers were on her body, slipping the sweat off of her. He crept up her back with his hand and brought it to rest on the back of her neck as he sat down beside her.
 
“I promised you something,” he said thoughtfully before continuing, 

“I had an idea, but I’ve changed my mind. Today it will be ladies choice,”

He looked her in the eye with his hand still resting on the back of her neck. 

“You can choose. You can leave right now with no pleasure… Or you can have more pleasure than you can handle.”

He caught the look on her face that had belied her intended answer, but she was still nervous. She hadn’t had this kind of ultimatum and with him it seemed like he might be capable of delivering on his promise.

“More pleasure please,” she said meekly. 

He stroked the side of her face and brushed her hair. “Okay,” he said casually and nonplussed as he motioned her to lay down on her back.

“We’re going to play the Hot Cold Game. Do you know how to play it?” 

She shook her head. 

“You’ll love it. Well, you probably will at the start, but let's see how long for” he said flippantly.

With that, he deftly produced a nylon strap from under the bed. Attached to it was a leather restraint. It made her shiver. He skillfully wrapped it around her wrist tightly and moved to the other side of the room, repeating the process on the other side. The leather pulled against her skin and she felt her submission coming on stronger. 

It caught her off guard as he conjured another strap at the end of the bed and cuffed her ankle, and then the other. 

Now she was restrained at all four limbs, spread open as he moved back to the top of the bed.

Suddenly and with no warning he yanked the nylon strap at the edge of the bed, pulling her into the sheets and forcing her body to his will. Her arm was restrained and the cuff stretched against her wrist. Futility she tested the cuffs’ resolve as he moved around the room and gave each strap an abrupt tug.

She was bound to the bed entirely, stretched and imobile. The restraint was so strong she could barely move and her legs were pulled wide enough that she felt her labia parting ever so slightly. Her arousal began to seep from her.

“If you planned to resist, that was your best opportunity” he teased. 

Imobile and with her body at his complete mercy she lay strapped to the bed as he walked around the room admiring her form. When he arrived at the non-descript box on the drawer he paused. 

“You know I planned this for you the whole time, right?”

He opened the box and produced a vibrating orb. It was smooth and black like the one he’d used on her at the restaurant. It was tethered to a remote by a cord. The remove had a sliding red switch that ran up one side.

The orb part was significantly larger than the one at the resturant.

He dangled it playfully. 

“I’m told this is the most powerful one money can buy” 

She began breathing heavily. The intimidating black shape looked enormous. 

At first he was gentle. He sat between her legs and stroked the inside of her thighs and teased her wetness slightly, building the tension deliberately before he slipped his face up the inside of her thighs. He breathed her in and slowly slid his warm tongue up the join between her leg and her wanton little snatch. 

Again he lingered.

And then it began. Slowly at first as he savoured her in his mouth, but then firmer as he found the places that made her rock and roll against his rhythm. He started to suckle and lap her clit while he scraped his manicured fingers against her. The contrast between sharp and soft, along with the restraint driving her mad. 

Next his fingers. They were long and slim and he curled his index finger into her to rub the walls of her pussy in a rhythm with his tongue, the pressure exacerbating the hot flow of her juices down onto the tender red marks on her ass where he’d disciplined what felt like an eternity ago.

Now the toy. 

He slipped it into her forcefully and although turned off it filled her up entirely and felt wonderful. 

He continued tasting her and a small orgasm began to shudder inside her against the plastic orb. She pulled against the restraints as she came in his mouth while he greedily clutched his hands on her. 

She gurgled with satisfaction as he stood stood up and took the remote in his hand. 

She wasn’t prepared for the pulse of energy as he immediately turned the device to maximum.

Her already throbbing pussy exploded as the device vibrated through her whole body all at once. She tried futility to pull against the restraints but it was useless, she writhed and jerked as she came so hard that she wailed and cried. It was the strongest sensation she’d ever felt and there was nothing she could do to resist against it. Immediately she realised he was serious about ‘more pleasure than she could handle’ and she pulled against the straps in a feeble effort to escape.

“Good girl” he said as he turned the device off and moved to the drawer with the drinks. He took another sip and unbuttoned his shirt. 

“Are you ready to play the game?” 

Her lip trembled. The device was still inside her and as her pussy pulsed from the orgasm she still hadn’t recovered from. If he was going to keep doing what he’d just done would break her. 

He slipped off his shoes and picked up the glass of melting ice cubes before putting them down again thoughtfully. 

“Would you like a drink? 

He motioned to the other glass of scotch and she nodded in affirmation. 

He picked up the glass and delicately placed it to her lips as she crooked her neck unable to move much more than a couple of inches. As he tipped the glass the spirit hit her lips. The strong earthy liquid burned as she downed a mouthful, but instead of pulling it away he continued to tip the glass slightly and the expensive liquor spilled down the side of her face, its aroma filling her nostrils and soaking the sheets. 

Now he picked up the glass with the ice cubes again. Then he picked up something else and moved it close to the edge of the drawer.

It was the candle he’d lit from earlier.

Her mind went into overdrive and she was immediately heightened. 

He climbed and stood on the bed looking down on her. From this position he was in total control.

She was strapped down and unable to move. He owned her. She was now entirely his. In one hand he held the remote to the vibrator; the thin cord extending from her body, in the other a glass of ice cubes which clinked in icy water they’d started to melt into. 

FIrst he turned on he vibrator, slowly to the lowest setting; it throbbed and made her start to sway uncontrollably. He dangled the glass above her and she could only watch, naked, sweating and bound to the bed. 

The first drops of water hit her on her breasts and nipples. The freezing water immediately connecting the sensation like a circuit and making her gasp at the contrast. He purposefully dribbled more water down her body which splashed droplets onto the sheets. She couldn’t pull away or escape it and as the water ran down her body it started to warm then soak into the bed. 

He turned up the vibrator some more and the sensations came on stronger, her pussy shuddered as the device inside her filled her entirely and pushed and pulsed. The feeling of being filled up and pleasured was exacerbated as she tried to pull her legs together but couldn’t because of the restraints. Her entire body was becoming orgasmic and he was in complete control of her. She arched her back as a warm trickle of hot fluid spilled out of her pussy and another orgasm hit her. 

He dripped some more of the glasses’ content directly into her belly button as he turned the device down to its lowest setting. Even there it was almost overwhelming and she had to concentrate hard not to cum now as her pussy started to ache. The cold water made a futile attempt to cool her down as it trickled off of her but by now she was twitching and shaking; sweating profusely and soaked in her own juices and spilled liquor. 

As he blew the candle out and the smoke wafted off the jar he asked “Are you ready for the wax?” 

She braced. 

Would it hurt? Would she be scarred? She belonged to him and trusted him to own her appropriately, but she was terrified. 

The candle jar was the size of a large coffee cup and she could see how much wax had melted on the top. The heat rising off the ember of the candle was visible and it carried the vanilla and caramel scent around the room. He held it over her and she braced. He was aiming for her breasts, where the skin was the thinnest. Tears formed in the sides of her eyes as she thought about the pain of burning hot wax scolding the side of her body and scarring her. 

He simply looked on at her. In one hand the remote to the vibrator, in the other the hot burning wax. 

He began to tilt the jar and she closed her eyes, consoled to the inevitable.

Eternity passed. She couldn't help herself, she was overwhelmed. She opened her eyes. 

He was still just tilting the glass and seeing her looking at him he eased the setting up on the vibrator slightly. Her pussy began to shudder again, her clit so tender that it tingled without any touch at all. He returned the glass to an upright position. The suspense was maddening. 

…

Instantly she exploded in an orgasm. Her whole body came at once as he jammed the switch up to maximum and poured almost the whole jar on top of her at the same time. 

The hot oily fluid hit her in the chest and cascaded over her. It slipped between her breasts, down her ribs, over the top of her collarbones and around her neck.

The soft warm wax slid and pooled all over her, streaking across her body as the strong sudden orgasm turned into a single, continuous wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her whole body turned numb and as her cum seeped out of her and she felt a rush of blood to her head, which for the briefest moment shut her brain down and blacked her out. 

“It's okay Delicious, it's just soy… I don’t want to break you the first time” he said with a smile as she regained consciousness.

Mister had shown her again that she was protected and he cared for his property and wanted it to be safe. The wax hadn’t scolded her, instead it was warm and merely enhanced the feelings around the rest of her body. It felt like warm cum and smelled divine as it covered her.

She couldn’t tell when one orgasm started and the last finished as he continued to alternate between the sharp drops of ice water and more of the wax that he produced by reigniting the candle. Her pussy hurt and her breasts and nipples were unbearably tender as he continued the routine of hot and cold, with the toy set to the highest setting she could bear. Her hands and ankles had been rubbed red by the restraints and her hips pulled as he dominated her. The oily candle wax covered her bod and dripped on her belly, between her legs and off of her thighs. The pleasure was too intense and she throbbed all over, fighting back the urge to stammer the word ‘spaghetti’ as he forced her to cum again and again. As if he could read her limit he turned off the vibrator and in a final act of mercy he splashed the last of the cold water on her face and drenched her. 

...

“We’re not done yet” he said as he pulled the vibrator from her, the relief of having it out of her almost as good as the pleasure it had produced going in.

He stripped forcefully, revealing his cock to her. She watched it getting harder as he knelt down and climbed on top of her. Restrained, she was powerless to resist him and as he pushed inside her, fucking her forcefully and causing more of her cum to spill out as he thrusted. He put his hands on her broken body and smeared the wax around her face and into her hair as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, his raw, hot, hard cock filling her up. 

It didn’t take him long to reach his own climax and as he started to cum he pulled himself out and stroked his cock vigorously while holding her down. The first thick jet of cum splashed on her clit and trickled off the lips of her tender, sore snatch. The second and consecutive jets of cum sprayed from his cock over her mound and onto her belly, the thick wet spunk splashing on her as he moaned in satisfaction at the release. 

As he sat and caught his breath he ran his hands over her, rubbing the cum into her body and onto her face with the wax which had cooled and started to clump. 

As he unhooked her ankles and one of her wrists as she became aware of the surroundings. The room stank of sex. Their sweat, her own sexual musk, his cum, the sweet caramel of the candle and the heady scent of spilled whiskey. The sheets were wet with fluids and her hair was tangled and damp. Her whole body ached in a way she’d never experienced, a delicate balance of strenuous exhausting pain and absolute sexual satisfaction. 

He laid down beside her and put an arm under her head as they lay naked together, covered in each other. 

One wrist was still bound and she looked at her fingernails which had wax in them. 

“Please Mister, will you release me?” 

“No,” he said, playing with her wax stained collar and nuzzling her. “You’re going to lay her in your own filth until I decide you’re free to go.”

She smiled as he held her close. The sheets were ruined.