After little more than a month I've managed to produce a sequel to Sweet Submission. This instalment is dedicated to my other lovely beta… hellzbuttafly. Originally I wanted to write her a yuri (and in the future I might still do that) but this came out instead…

I feel the need to stress that this fic contains strong BDSM elements that you should not try at home or with someone who is not experienced in this type of play. For this reason, this fic is rated M! If you are still in school I strongly suggest against reading further.

Having said that, all that remains is the normal disclaimer… Naruto not mine


I hear Master's car pull into the driveway and I breathe a sigh of relief. It feels like I have been here for hours. My left leg is cramping and the carpet's pattern is imbedded painfully into my knees. I've long since lost the feeling in my hands and arms, the stinging, pins-and-needles sensation having supplied a few moments of relief from the unrelenting sexual stimulation. On some level I know I should be worried about this, but I don't have the strength to think about it now. My entire body is trembling, my muscles twitching uncontrollably and I can't decide which I want more, to cum or to pass out. Really, at this point I would settle for either one.

The sound of Master's car door slamming fills me with anticipation and a small amount of trepidation. I hope Master is pleased with my obedience. If he is in a good enough mood he may even untie me before he fucks me… if he fucks me at all. It has been a long time since there was any need for him to punish me to this extent. Actually, I think this is the first time Master has left me unattended for so long. Maybe it means that I have finally gained his trust.

The front door opens and closes and I listen to Master's soft footsteps coming down the hallway. I bite my lip and shut my eyes as yet another false orgasm causes my body to spasm violently. I take deep breaths to calm my stuttering heartbeat. I have stopped counting the number of dry orgasms I've had, because thinking about it doesn't help my fragile state of mind. Master goes to his bedroom and I listen to him moving around before he makes his way to the room where I'm tied up.

Master pause in the open doorway and I wonder what I must look like to him, kneeling on the floor with my pants pulled down and a collar around my neck. Does it arouse him to see me like this, completely submissive and waiting just for him? I hear a switch being flicked and the unrelenting vibration that has been steadily driving me to the brink of insanity, stops. It's a welcome relief, but I still have to bite back the frustrated moan that wants to break free. Breaking any rules now would most likely result in me spending the night chained to this damn wall, in this cold bedroom without reaching release.

Master kneels next to me and a smooth warm hand caresses my neck. When did he come closer? I'm so out of it that I didn't ever hear him move. The hand trails along my spine making gooseflesh break out across my cooled skin. I didn't even realise how cold I am until I feel how warm the hand running over my skin is. Master is still silent and it makes me anxious. Am I not forgiven yet? Master cups my one ass cheek spreading me slightly while his other hand traces an equally hot path down my side. It feels so good to have him touch me like this. The physical contact is comforting. Trying not to tense up I steel myself for what I know is sure to follow. Just as I get my body under control I feel Master gripping the but-plug still embedded deeply within my now well stretched entrance. With a steady hand Master removes the toy and despite my tight control a small whimper breaks free. I'm instantly horrified, will I be punished even more now?

Master sighs behind me and my heart sinks to my feet. Gripping my chin firmly, Master turns my face towards him. "Look at me." Master orders as I try to avoid meeting his eyes. Cautiously I look up, afraid of what I might see, but instead of the disappointed anger I'm expecting I find only affection and pride. "You have done well." Master praises me in a soft voice as he brusher my fringe out of my eyes. The sudden tenderness confuses me. It is the first time any form of punishment has been interrupted in such a manner. It's hard to focus on what this could mean because I'm still painfully aroused and without Master's permission I'm not allowed to cum.

Master makes quick work of removing the leather collar from around my neck. The air is extra chilly against the now exposed area and I have to suppress another shiver. An arm sneaks around my body and the restriction around my arousal is removed. The sudden release of pressure makes me feel giddy.

"Get up." Master orders and I get unsteadily to my feet. My muscles protest painfully against the change in position and I have to hold on to the wall to stop myself from falling over.

Without saying another word Master turns and leaves the room and I follow him on my still shaky legs. It's uncomfortable walking with my pants around my thighs, but as Master has not given me permission to pull them up there is nothing I can do about it. I enter the main bedroom and see Master already waiting for me by the bed. He is holding the cuffs that will play a part in tonight's scene. He indicates that I should get undressed and get on the bed and I comply, the cotton sheets cool against my skin. Now naked I position myself close to the iron wrought headboard. Master had it custom made for restraining purposes. With deft fingers the broad leather cuff is fastened first around my one wrist and then the other. I'm grateful for the soft leather because it will limit the chance of chafing. Strange that I can still worry about chafing while what is sure to follow next will undoubtedly leave me scarred to some extent. The chain of the cuffs is secured to the headboard. Master has given the chain enough length that I can lay down comfortably if he wishes to have me in that position. Master orders me to kneel and grip the headboard. My muscles scream in protest at being forced into the same position and for a moment I think of complaining. One quick glance at Master kills that thought. Clearly I'm being tested to see if I'll say anything. I bite my tongue and do as he asked.

I hear the top of a bottle being popped and I try to guess what's coming next. Master dribbles cool oil onto my back and ridiculous as it sounds I have to suppress a giggle as the oil runs in tickling rivulets down my skin. The bottle is returned to the bedside table and Master runs a hand over my back, spreading the oil. As wrong as it is, I can't help leaning into the touch. All too soon the soothing hand is removed and Master moves away. I don't know what to expect because truthfully I had thought that I would be blindfolded by now. It's one of the things Master enjoys the most, robbing me of my senses so the whole experience is more intense.

A faint whooshing is the only warning I get before the sharp sting of a riding crop against my oiled skin. I gasp in shock at the sudden pain and the same moment something big and round is shoved into my mouth. Master has impeccable timing I think with a sense of pride as the straps of the ball gag are placed securely around my head. It's uncomfortable having my mouth stretched open like this, but I don't have long to dwell on this thought before the whoosh of the riding crop reaches my ears. I flinch, expecting another stinging blow. The blow never comes, instead a bare chest is presses against my back and a soft whisper reaches my ear.

"Let's see how long you last before I have you screaming for me." His voice sounds like sex, deep and husky and if I wasn't already aroused it would have been enough to have me fully erect. A small buzzer is placed into my right hand and I grip it tightly. It's my one safety line, the only bit of control I have left. All I have to do is let it go if things get too much for me to handle.

The second blow lands just underneath the firs where a welt has already formed and it seems to revive the fading burn of the first blow. The third hit falls before I have time to prepare myself for it and I squeeze my eyes shut, a few warm tears running down my face. Another precisely placed line across my back and I'm starting to feel dizzy. Somewhere along the line I stopped breathing and as little black spots start dancing on the edge of my vision I know if I don't breathe soon I'm going to pass out. I force myself to draw a shaky breath through my nose just as the riding crop meets my skin again. This one feels more forceful than the previous blows and I whimper as the burning reaches a new level of intensity. My senses are buzzing by now. I can feel where the iron of the headboard is digging into my palm, saliva dribbling freely down my chin. Sweat breaks out over my skin and I feel it running down my back. It makes me feel itchy and I find it slightly amusing that I can still feel something so insignificant when it feels like my skin is being flayed off my back. Another blow, this one feeling like it broke skin and I have to bite down hard on the ball gag to stop myself from screaming. I know once I do Master will stop and move on to the next activity. I'm not sure I want him to yet. Being like this makes me see everything more clearly, almost like having an out of body experience. Everything goes quite around me and all I can hear is the sound of my blood moving sluggishly through my veins. Master is still laying perfectly controlled blows across my back but I no longer feel it. The experience is liberating. Unexpectedly the next blow cuts through the temporary haze and the full force of the pain my body is going through hits me at once. It's excruciating and I scream until my throat feels raw and my voice cracks.

Master unties the straps holding the ball gag in place and I draw in a grateful breath of air. Almost gently Master pries my hand off the headboard and removes the buzzer. He makes me lie down on my stomach, my forehead almost touching the cool iron, and I do so without hesitation. My muscles feel like jelly and my back is still on fire. Master straddles my thighs and lightly runs a hand over the ridges lining my back. I whimper in pain. Master blows over the welts and his warm breath feels so cool against my now too warm skin.

I hear the spluttering of a candle being lit and I look over my shoulder. Master is nursing a small flame to full brightness and I can't help cringing. That's another of Master's vices, his fascination with fire and candle wax. Master is a pro when it comes to playing with candles, but the thought of warm wax on my still throbbing back fills me with apprehension. A large part of me wants to end this game now, to utter the one word that will immediately see me freed from my bonds. The trust I have in my Master is the only thing that holds me back. I know that he won't harm me, that everything he does is carefully calculated to ultimately bring us both pleasure. So I close my eyes and bite my tongue to stop me from saying anything I might regret later.

The first drop of molten wax falls on the nape of my neck, just below my hairline. The delicious concentrated burn draws some of my focus away from my other pains. Master leans over me taking care not to put too much pressure on my back.

"I want to hear you moan for me." His breath ghosts over the exposed skin of my neck and after the whispered order I can't help moaning wantonly. It's not often that I'm given permission to voice my pleasure. Master chuckles, amused at my reaction before using his tongue to pry the now cooled wax off my skin. The slight tugging on the small hairs caught in the wax increases the delicious burn and the erotic feeling of a wet tongue laving over the sensitive skin has me whimpering quietly.

Master hums his approval and another warm drop of wax hits the centre of my back between my shoulder blades. This one is lower, dangerously close to where the welts start. The drops are coming faster now, forming a line down my spine and somehow Master manages to miss the most painful areas. Every so often one of the drops falls somewhere unexpected and it is these stray points of heat that slowly reawakens my dwindling arousal.

Master leans over and places the candle carefully on the bedside table. With the candle light covering him in dancing shadows, his silver hair framing his face and his full attention focused on me I can't but marvel at his beauty. I'm getting impatient now, wanting him to touch me more intimately. Master knows this so he takes his time peeling the cooled wax off my skin. After removing each drop of wax he gently sucks on the tender flesh. By now I longer care about the small whimpering noises and moans that come out of my mouth. All that I can think about is the crushing urge to buck my hips, to rub my throbbing erection against the sheets. The knowledge that this type of indiscretion will have serious repercussions is maddening.

Master settles between my legs, lifting my hips to give him better access. Blunt nails draw red lined tracks down my sides before the hands come to rest on my ass. I feel myself being exposed before a sinful tongue is dragged down my crack. I want to scream in frustration at the teasing I am being subjected to. Briefly I wonder if Master will be angry if I shoot my load before he even gets a chance to fuck me. The thought is short lived as I feel Master's slick tongue circling my entrance.

Yes! I think as the tip of that wicked tongue dips into me. It's a heady experience, knowing that Master is going to such depths to bring me pleasure. I don't know what I have done to deserve this type of attention but I sure as hell am not complaining. Unconsciously my hips press back in an attempt to deepen the contact. Master digs his fingertips into my protruding hipbones to prevent me from moving. I am still being teased, Master's tongue barely pushing into me before retracting so he can blow cool air over the wet skin. I feel like crying by now, I'm so desperate for more contact.

"Please." I whisper, my voice sounding broken around the first word I have spoken in hours. "Please Master, just touch me, fuck me, just do something!" Even though I've been reduced to pleading I can't help being proud of myself for being able to form a coherent sentence.

Apparently it's what he has been waiting for because the speed with which I am pulled back onto his lap leaves my breathless and slightly dizzy. I'm straddling him now, my still stinging back pressed against his chest. With an effortless motion Master releases my wrists from the constricting cuffs and for the first time since we started I'm able to touch him. My one arm reaches behind me so I can run my hand through his hair while the other returns to the headboard for support. From somewhere a bottle of lube is produced, not that I think it's necessary by now and without any further warning Master enters me with enough force to knock the oxygen out of my lungs. Even with all the preparation the stretch is almost too much for me to handle and I can't help the choked sob that bubbles from my lips. Master gives me no time to adjust to the intrusion, setting a brutal pace by lifting my hips and bucking up as he guides me down. It takes me a few moments to gather my scattered thoughts before I start moving.

It doesn't take long for our movements to become perfectly synched. The sounds of heavy breathing and the lewd slapping of our body as we come together fills the room. It feels so good to finally have him inside me. Things couldn't possibly get any better than this… or that's what I think until Master lets go of my hips with one hand and clamps it over my mouth and nose, effectively cutting off my ability to breathe. I take hold of his wrist with my one hand, just another one of the safety precautions we have worked out over the last few months. Master likes wax, but there is nothing that gets me more worked up than having my oxygen cut off. It's the ultimate show of submission in my opinion, literally giving him full control over my life. The pressure of his hand on over my face makes me arc my back and the change in angle has his deep thrusts hitting my prostate head on every single time.

The combination of intense stimulation and my inability to breathe is overwhelming. I'm on sensory overload, it feels like I'm floating. Tiny black spots start dancing on the edge of my vision and for the second time this evening I'm close to passing out, only this time I have no control over it. The knowledge is so absolutely arousing that I feel my orgasm approaching fast. Master must realise this too because the one hand still resting on my hip slips around my body to my straining arousal and he starts stroking me in time with his thrusts. I'm steadily losing my grip on reality. My body is at war with itself. What will happen first? Will I faint or will I obtain release? I'm on the verge of passing out, blackness almost blocking out my vision. The hand holding onto Master's wrist is slowly slipping, indicating how close I am to losing consciousness.

Master jabs my prostate particularly hard at the same moment he removes his hand from my face. I have time for one lungful of air before my orgasm claims me. My muscles tense and I scream noiselessly as thick streams of white hit the headboard I'm still desperately clinging to. A part of me is vaguely aware of Master coating my insides as he also reaches his climax, but I'm still unable breathe. My eyes roll back in my head and I finally give in to the beckoning oblivion.

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When I come too I'm so comfortable that it takes me a few seconds to figure out where I am. I have a splitting headache and it feel like a truck ran me over, every muscle in my body screaming for revenge. A hand runs gently through my hair and I realise I'm lying partially on top of someone else. I lift my head slightly and look into the smiling face of my Master, my lover, my life.

"You had me worried there for a moment." He says softly smoothing my hair off my forehead and placing a chaste kiss on the exposed skin.

"How long was I out?" I reply hoarsely. My throat feels like I've been gargling broken glass.

"About 10 minutes" he says handing me a glass of water and two aspirins. I gratefully swallow the pain meds and drain the glass. Taking the glass from me presses our lips together in a soft kiss before returning it to the bedside table.

"Fuuuuck!" I groan lying back down. I'm so tired that I can hardly keep my eyes open. Master… no, Kakashi chuckles quietly, moving me until we're both laying comfortably, me still draped over his body like a wet rag. It's only in moments like this, when I'm completely spent that I can think of him as more than just my Master.

"Night, my love." He whispers placing another tender kiss on my forehead. The words only reach me faintly as I'm already drifting off into a deep well deserved sleep.


And there you have it people, my very first lemon on ff. I have no idea why I chose such a complicated, perverted setting for my first time…hehe, but you know you liked it ;)

IMPORTANT AN: I would like to discuss some key points and safety issues about the BDSM elements in this fic. (Because I know some of you are going to try despite my previous warning)

1) If you tie someone up, under no circumstances do you leave them unattended without a way to get free if something goes wrong. For my own sanity's sake I have to mention that Iruka's hands were not tied (in chapter 1) and his collar had a safety catch that causes it to come undone should he fall over.

2) Right… the part where Iruka gets whipped and gagged. If you are going to take away your partners ability to speak, thus making it impossible for them to use a safe word if they become distressed, you have to supply them with another way to do so. And don't really go hitting someone until they bleed… Kakashi has enough control and knowledge about the human body not to permanently scar Iruka.

3) Warm wax… I know most people will try this at one time or another so I'll just focus on the main points… too warm wax = blisters! Not fun on sensitive areas. The closer you hold the candle to the skin, the warmer the wax. This should be fun, not painful. Remember you are working with an open flame, so if your partner is tied up, make sure they can get out if something happens to you and the room catches fire. Have water handy.

4) Now for the breath play that takes place… this is by far the most dangerous of the activities I mention. In my story, Kakashi and Iruka have been in this relationship for a while so they have established a high level of trust and safe words/safety signals have already been worked out. Please notice that Iruka placed his hand around Kakashi's wrist once his air supply is cut off. This is a way for Kakashi to monitor Iruka's level of consciousness. Should Iruka faint, his hand would drop and Kakashi would instantly know. Having said that… please kiddies, I feel I need to once again stress that this type of play is dangerous! Possible side effects include: vomiting (choking hazard), loss of consciousness (which will leave you with a bitching headache afterwards), seizures, you could stop breathing, your heart could stop beating or be thrown out of rhythm, you could die. If you are going to do this anyway, make sure your partner at least knows CPR and basic first aid because if you die, they go to jail.

Right, I'm sorry for the freaking long AN, but it would be remiss of me not to point out the dangers. Play safe kiddies :P