Sarah Versus the Scenes

Chapter 7 - An Island Dream - Part 2

Sarah vs Control

Sarah! Sarah, wake up, Sarah. C'mon, Baby, time to come back to the lan-

Chuck?

Come on Sarah, come back to me. Wake up, Honey...

"Ch-Ch-Chuck?" She was laying over him, sitting in his lap, her arms draped limp around his chest, his very smooth and bare chest. She was still shaking, still panting like a woman late in labor. The vibrations were extremely intense. She was laying directly on it, experiencing teeth rattling stimulation, and a mind-numbing climax that was slowly winding down. What the fuck happened? Am I still asleep? This has to be a dream! This couldn't have...

She saw it on the porch next to them. Sarah reached down by the chair and picked up the little black remote that was sitting on its edge between two teak planks. She shut the device off... and then looked up at her nerd trying to catch her breath. He looked stricken, his eyes were filled with emotion, and he was still gagged. Oh, my God! I must have fainted! Why didn't I wake up like last time? Is this still a dream? Did this really... ? I've never... Oh. My. God.

She forced a watery smile onto her face, as she looked at her husband. Sarah knew she had blown it. Somehow she'd lost control so badly she had passed out. She had fainted in the throws of ecstasy, and Chuck couldn't do anything about it. Wait a minute! If he's gagged, then whose voice was I hearing? God, this is weird.

Sarah's head fell onto her nerd's chest, and she started to shake with laughter. "Oh God, I must be losing my mind. I'm okay, Chuck. Really, I am." she finally mumbled into his smooth chest after the laughter subsided. "I'm so sorry if I scared you. God, I'm such a dope."

She heard him mumble something behind his gag, but she was couldn't bring herself to even look at him. Shit, I'm afraid to remove his gag! He's going to tear me a new one! He'll never let me put one of those on him again! Stall, Sarah. Stall! Buy some time! She laid there absently caressing his chest and drawing lazy circles on it with her fingers, trying to figure out how she was going to fix this.

With a sudden flash of realization, she pushed herself back up when it occurred to her that her position might be hurting him. Thankfully he didn't appear to be in physical distress, and she was surprised to see that he didn't really look mad either. He had a 'I told you so' look dancing in his brown eyes. The message was clear. She could tell just looking at him he wanted to say something, that he wanted her to remove the gag. But Sarah wasn't going to do it. She was the Domme here, and she had to maintain control. And he didn't use the signal. God, I'm dead meat, she thought, catching herself shaking her head at her own rationalization. He's not going to get mad, he's going to get even. But is that so bad for him to do? It's time to fix this so he can, so he will!

She carefully lifted herself off Chuck's still raging erection, her flower. She had fallen over on him, pulling the rings of the cock and ball harness tight on him. She wondered how long she had been out, and quickly came to the conclusion that it had only been a few seconds since her nerd wasn't making a commotion about it, and in spite of her gaff it was obvious he was still very excited. A little shakily, she swung off his lap, supporting herself with her hand on his knee. "Well, that was fun," she said, a little too sheepishly for someone trying to get back the initiative. She knew she had to stay in charge to fix this, and not let him take control of the moment away from her in his current position. It irked her a little because that wasn't really the way she wanted to roll, but the situation dictated it.

Sarah straightened up and strode around the chair, regaining her confidence as she took in the sight of her nerd again, so helplessly tied to that beautiful chair. She took a moment to admire her rope-work, and then placed her hands on Chuck's shoulders and bent over to whisper in his ear, "Not yet, me Bucko."

Her husband protested, somewhat loudly, but unintelligibly from behind his gag.

She took him, once again, by the hair on the nape of his neck and pulled his head back, gazing down into his eyes with a wrinkled nosed smirk. "You're still mine, Chuck, all mine. I'm still in control of this scene. And now it's time for some payback."

She could see the questions swimming in his eyes, and he blinked, then closed them in resignation. Sarah bent over and placed a kiss on his jawline, then whispered in his ear, "I've been looking forward to doing this to you for a while now."

She released him, pushing his head forward, and then traced her fingertips down his arms from his shoulders to his hands, checking the tightness of his bonds and his color as she went, making sure nothing was too tight or too loose. When she reached his fingers, she wove her own through them taking them in a strong grip, and then she laid a simmering row of sucking and nipping kisses along his neck and shoulders. Sarah felt him shiver under her wanton lips, and they turned up into a smile. I can't kiss you on the mouth right now, Chuck, but there are so many things I can do, so many things I should do.

Wiping the smile from her face, she strode assuredly back around the chair. Then she knelt in front of him, placing her hands on his outspread knees. Sarah pushed them further apart, stretching them wide as she looked into his eyes, then pulled them back toward her, studying his reaction when the rope pulled taut between his big toes. She repeated it several times, just enjoying his response to her carefully crafted bondage. Finally pushing them wide apart again, she ran her hands up his thighs all the way up to his crotch, encircling them around his cock with her fingers splayed over his bare pubis and her thumbs pressed into his perineum. She massaged him with every digit, admiring her handiwork, that pretty pink flower still standing straight up and tall from the way she had tied it, and that unfocused expression that was beginning to return to his hazel eyes. You are mine, Chuck, you'll always be mine. And I'm going to show you how far gone you really are.

Closing her hands tighter around the base of his erect girth, under the bottom ring on his cock and ball harness, she squeezed and pulled it up, letting it press his balls between the rings, as they rode up his shaft and the cord tightened. Then she stroked her thumbs up his perineum and across the lower ring pushing it up with them each time they crossed it. She was rewarded with almost instant feedback, as his cock twitched, and his breathing shallowed and quickened, while she slowly pumped him with the entire harness with short strokes. Taking another look at his flower again, Sarah decided it was time for it to go. "I'm going to deflower you now, Chuck," she said, with a wicked smile normally reserved for pay television serial killers.

Though she could see he was sinking further into that haze, that place she wanted him to go, his enlarged eyes still showed her a sparkle of amusement at her choice of words, but that he was also unnerved by what Sarah knew she was showing him in her own eyes. The way she saw she was confusing him, both charmed her, and spurred her on. She slowly rolled the Tickler up, firmly pressing her thumbs and fingertips into him as she went; rolling the sheath up a bit, then sliding her fingers and thumbs back down, rolling it up, sliding them down, pressing her digits into his cock in a vigorous caress. When she finally got to the top, and popped the flower of the tickler off his glans with her thumbs, like a bottle cap, she could see that she had him.

Wow, I'll bet I could do almost anything with you now, she thought, as she massaged his crown with her thumbs.

Sarah decided to test that theory and rose to her feet. Chuck came a little ways out of his hypnotic state, and their eyes met. She sent him a signal with her own fiery, blue eyes, one that said she was in complete control, and that he was along for the ride, but also one that said she was going to make that ride oh so worth it. Then she bent over at the waist, placing her hands on his bare chest, and took him in her mouth. She sucked on the head and pinched his nipples between her fingers, then rolled her tongue over him, and began twisting his nipples in her fingers and thumbs in a steady rhythm. She thought it was kind of nice, him being harnessed the way he was, so she was able to do this with both her hands free to work him over as she pleased. The sense of power she held over him was intoxicating, as she primed him for what she planned to do to him next.

The thought of what she had planned for him would have made her giggle if her mouth wasn't already full. It made her feel like a mad scientist, like this scene belonged in a castle with lightning crashing down outside the walls, instead of on the edge of this white sand beach. After a couple more firm pinches on his nipples, she decided to try another experiment, and moved her hands back down to his cock harness.

She pinched the rings towards each other, taking him further into her mouth at the same time, and was rewarded again, when he moaned and thrust up to meet her. The thin rope tying his harness down to the one under him pulled taut as he rose, and surprised her when it pulled the rings even tighter in her hands. She came back up, releasing the harness as she did, and the result was almost the opposite, as he settled with a shallow panting gasp through his nose.

Taking the next step, Sarah paused at the top, sucking him robustly, then gradually took him in again, squeezing his balls between the rings ever tighter as she went. When she got almost all the way to the bottom of his prodigious girth, holding herself down and fighting her gag reflex, she released him from the strong grasp of the harness, and then reached up to take his nipples firmly between her thumbs and fingers again, pinching them hard, as she came back up.

Her husband's reaction was a surprisingly animated and positive moan, his whole body shivering through it. When she reached the top she could tell by the euphoric look in his eyes that he was ready for what was next. Sarah straightened up, coming off the head of his cock with another loud pop. Her husband's eye-popping response to this was almost always the same, and she heard the muffled words from behind his gag. "Oh, GOD!"

Stifling a giggle, she smiled at him salaciously, still holding him paralyzed by that powerful commanding spell etched in her deep blue gaze. Then side-stepping quickly over to the table, she picked up the chain with the clover leaf clamps on each end. Time to complete this scene, she thought to herself, only to hear a sudden rush of an inhale from her nerd's nostrils when he saw the clamps dangling from her hand.

"Trust me Chuck, you're going to like this, I'm sure of it," she said swinging them in front of her as she settled back onto his jittery legs, wearing that serial killer smile again. "Besides, you really don't have a choice in the matter. I'm not going to give you an out." She winked. "Not that you'll want one. It's time for my pirate to show me what he is made of."

Sarah watched his eyes as they followed her every move. She could see the stunned trepidation showing strongly in them. She'd just made an enormous power play, by essentially saying she'd ignore his protests or their safe signal, and even she was alarmed by her words and the implied violation of their rules. She wondered what she would do if he really did use it, and pushed the answer back into the back of her mind, convincing herself that what she had in mind really wouldn't go that far.

If he did use their word she would obviously comply with his wishes, but she was trying to make it clear she didn't want him to. I'm not giving you an out, Chuck, she repeated to herself, And you're not going to use it. Today I'm taking you further. Today you are mine.

Even though she did want to intimidate him some, to take some of the sting from her words, Sarah took a moment to test the tension on the clamps, by putting them on her own nipples first, and tugged on the chain to check the force. Chucks eyes were transfixed on her, a little surprised by her demonstration.

He'd placed these on her on many occasions, so she suspected he had a very good idea what to expect. She even suspected Chuck had tested these on himself at least once to make himself more comfortable with what he was doing to her. The springs on these clamps weren't that tight, and they weren't very painful at all to wear, unless you pulled hard on the chain, then they could clamp quite tightly. She was letting him know she was taking as much care as he always did to make sure they wouldn't be overly tight and painful, and ruin the desired effect.

"See? You can do this, too. You're my hard-as-nails pirate Captain." Time for you to see what this is really like, Big Boy.

Taking one of his nipples in her grasp, she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, working it into an erection. When she was satisfied with the result and the bonus of seeing that Chuck was actually taking pleasure in it, she very deftly removed one of the clamps from her nipples and placed it on his. It got some of her predicted response, when her nerd gasped through his nose, but Sarah was a bit surprised when he didn't otherwise emit a sound. She studied his eyes for few seconds, taking some enjoyment from the way they were connected by the clamps and chain, and then repeated the action on his other nipple getting the same reaction.

When she was done, Sarah picked up the chain now running between his nipples in her hand, gazing into his eyes devilishly. "That's not so bad, is it? Worthy of a picture don't you think? Another milestone in Chuck's journey as a Sub."

He startled her a bit when he showed her some bluster, by rolling his eyes. Oh-ho, watch it, Bucko, you're playing with fire, she thought, giving him an evil, wry grin. You are so asking for it.

She saw that look again when she rose back to her feet, that 'I don't get mad' one, and suppressed her grin as she narrowed her eyes with perilous intent.

Two can play this game, Chuck, she thought, satisfied by the way he took a deep breath and his eyes dilated. This goading she was doing could have consequences, at least she told herself she hoped it would.

She had been with Chuck long enough to know where the lines were drawn with him, but she still wanted to push him. It was what she'd always done with him from the very beginning, long before they had started to explore this lifestyle. Sarah wanted to show her lover how far he could go, by showing him how far she would go, and still not cross over the line, maybe even move that line a little further. She knew that was the endgame she was trying to achieve here, and take it all to a higher level. I hope this works, and doesn't blow up in my face.

~D/s~

Sarah very deliberately picked up her phone and took another picture, making a show of it. Deciding she wanted something more titillating from it, and to show him she meant business, she took her nerd's penis in her hand and pumped him rather roughly until his eyes started to become heavily hooded and unfocused, then she released him a little heedlessly and took some more pictures. As far as she was concerned this was all well worth it. She'd never taken her Chuck quite this far before, and he looked astounding. "Mmmmmmm, adorable," she said, taking a minute to review the pictures.

"Now for the grand finale, my sweet, Sub," she said with a frightening and cryptic purr, "Time for that special payback. The very best kind of torture." Then she saw that other expression again that he'd showed her earlier, that tinged edge of fear and uncertainty in the back of his entranced eyes, and it drew the same mixed emotions from her.

While she was taking great pleasure in making this power play on him and keeping him guessing, Sarah didn't really want to make Chuck afraid of her. She wanted him to trust her, and know that she would never hurt him, or at least not take it too far. They'd made great headway today, and now she was going to reward him for it, hopefully taking that fear away with it, for good. "Just so you know, this is going to take a while, Chuck," she said lyrically, with a slow, felonious wink of her eye.

She walked back into the cottage, feeling his eyes on her as she went, and came back out carrying a small stool that matched the chairs; rosewood, sturdy, and ornate, with an embroidered cushion. She'd set this up well, because there was just the right amount room on the porch in front of the chair to place it so she could sit comfortably while she 'tortured' him.

After carefully positioning the stool, she picked up the small remote control, some of her favorite cherry flavored lubricant, and some more light cord along with some assorted lengths of rope from the table.

"Can't ever have too much rope in these situations," she said, waving them teasingly as she crossed back to him, and then settled onto the stool between his spread legs. Her nerd had recovered from the impromptu hand job some, and was watching her with rapt attention. She took a piece of cord and tied a slip loop in it. Then she pulled it over the vibrator bulb and tightened it.

Chuck watched, suddenly goggle-eyed as she took the other end and tied it off on the middle of the chain between his nipple clamps. He emitted a heavy sigh through his nose when she snugged it up while maintaining eye contact with him. It wasn't really pulled taut, but if her nerd straightened his back more, or arched it, it could tighten considerably. Sarah was taking great pleasure from watching him analyze his predicament. She could see he'd quickly figured out how his movements would tighten either this cord, the one below it connecting his cock and ball harness to the rope below him, or both of them together, with possibly dramatic results.

Seeing a flaw in the design, and to make things extra interesting, she restrung the lower cord, looping the doubled cord around the sliding locking bar below the lower ring, back up over the upper ring, and then down to the rope under him. Then she tightened it a little more, finally tying it off with another bow. Now if the cord pulled tighter both the vibrating rings would be drawn together instead of only the top one being pulled down by the locking bar. She pulled on the cord testing it, looking at her handiwork with veiled satisfaction and a subtle nod of her head.

That last detail had Chuck staring at her with awe and touch of admiration, like she was a cross between a mad scientist and an evil engineer. Stifling a smile, trying to maintain an impartial if not stern facade, Sarah picked up the small remote for the vibrator, and turned it on. She watched him studiously as she experimented with the settings, carefully gauging his response to each one.

Deciding on the program that had drove her quite literally out of this world, she set it so it would ramp up and down steadily increasing in intensity with each cycle. She hooked her finger under the cord connected the vibrator to Chuck's nipple clamps and pulled up on it, watching the reaction in his eyes as the cord buzzed over her finger. Perfect, she thought, as she saw Chuck's eyes begin to narrow and glaze over again, and his breath shorten slightly. The vibrator was already starting to show an effect.

Letting go of the cord, she then picked up the bottle of lubricant, and locking her eyes on his briefly, shot a thin smirk at him, then squirted some of the clear liquid onto the tips of the three middle digits of her right hand. She took those three, wet slippery fingers, and ran them up her nerds cock with the middle finger on the ventral ridge, and the other two on each side of it. When she applied pressure, it pushed his penis back, tightening the cord below his cock harness, which pulled the vibrating rings together on his balls.

As her fingers slid up his shaft, the rings squeezed more from the steadily increasing leverage. By the time she got to the head of his cock his balls were bulging deliciously out from between the rings. It was intoxicating to watch, and before she knew it, she was lost in it, hypnotized by the sights and sounds of the lurid display in front of her, as her fingers slid up and down his shaft.

Every time she got to the top of his purple swollen crown, Sarah paused, and stroked the very sensitive front of it with her slick fingertips, watching spellbound, as his balls pulsed outward and back between the squeezing rings. She looked up at Chuck, and saw it was having the desired effect. Oh, my goodness, was it ever having the desired effect.

He looked like he was in a trance. In fact, she was a little concerned things were going too fast. Her plan when she had begun was to prolong this for as long as possible, tease him as much as she could, torture him with pleasure. She ran her fingers back down, watching how he responded to her touch. She could see he'd relaxed some by the time her fingertips got down to the top ring of his harness.

She pulled her hand back and re-wetted her fingers with lubricant, watching her nerd carefully for a moment. Deciding to press on, she continued where she left off, and slowly ran her fingers up from the top ring, trying to gage his state of arousal as she went. He seemed to be sitting on a plateau, so she continued to stroke him with a slow steady rhythm, paying particular attention to his breathing.

The gag actually made this easier, as she began to sense where he was by the sound of his breath through his nostrils. When it started to speed up and get deeper, she would slow her pace, or stop for a moment, then continue again when it evened out. She could see he was 'in the zone', as she liked to describe how she herself responded, somewhat detached from his surroundings, and caught up in what she was doing to him.

Sarah found herself getting very absorbed in it again, watching his physical reaction and the way the harness tightened on him as she stroked him. After a while watching this show of her own making she had a sudden inspiration, and decided to change it up a little. She grasped the doubled-up rope running under him with her other hand, between where it ran from the front edge of the chair to the cross-piece between the chair legs, and pulled on it.

That caused a number of things to happen at once. It lifted him slightly and straightened his back, causing both the cords to tighten. This, of course, pulled the cock harness rings together, and then pulled on the nipple clamps, tightening them, as well as transmitting the vibrations more solidly to his nipples. It also tightened the cord running from the base of his harness even more as the rope running under him pulled tauter.

She started pulling on the rope in time with the strokes of her fingers, and the effect was profound. As she ramped him up in concert with the program on the vibrator, listening to him breath heavier, she pulled harder on the rope, then lightened the tension and slowly brought him back down.

Tantalized by the mechanics of it all, another Machiavellian idea popped into her head, when she realized she could get more power with her own weight. So she took a short break.

Sarah was no stranger to rope. She'd used all kinds of rope for both her work and her play, and knew every creative way in the book to use it from both. Chuck watched her with glassy-eyed curiosity while she secured a length of it with a climbing knot used for ascending a fixed rope to the one she'd been pulling on under him. She then strung it under the stool and secured the other end of the doubled rope to one of the planks at the edge of the deck behind her.

When she was done Sarah waggled her brows with surprising deviousness and retook her seat on the stool. Now, with her second hand free, she put to more titillating use, starting by massaging his perineum while she pushed on the rope with her foot.

If she pushed the rope all the way to the floor it raised him up a surprising amount, with equally dramatic effects. She was starting to feel like a one-girl band as she manipulated her lover like a complex musical instrument. After continuing this for some time, and she didn't really know how long, she paused and put some more lube on her hand, enough to cover all of it.

When she restarted she placed her slick hand around the head of his cock like it was a shifter knob. Then she massaged his hard swollen knob in her gripping fingers, and stroked her thumb over the top of it, while pushing and pulling his shaft back and forth, and stepping on the rope in front of her. It revved him up like a race car, and her too, just watching him, as his whole body jerked under her touch.

As she steadily shifted him through the gears, Sarah had to take great care to prevent herself from driving him over the proverbial cliff as she drove him right up to the edge of it, and then backed away. And after several times doing this to him, getting better at it every time, she heard him begin to make a fluttering whimper from deep down in harmony with her squeezing fingers. It sounded to her like it was coming right out of his chest as it traveled up and out of him.

Sarah was enthralled by it all, completely mesmerized by her control over his pleasure, and thrilled that she'd been able to hold him up here this high for so long. She was enjoying every exquisite minute of it, feeling the power she had over him wash over her in wave of pleasure of her own.

But after several more cycles of this, bringing him right to the brink - to be honest, she'd lost track of how many, she was so absorbed in it - and listening to the almost mournful sound emanating from him each time, she realized that perhaps she'd pushed her control over her Chuck's pleasure into the realm of real torture. He was beginning to look really exhausted, with his eyes mostly closed, and his smooth chest was rising and falling in a chattering, almost broken way. Sarah decided it was time to bring her lover and Sub to a climax in style.

~D/s~

She stopped abruptly and stood up, causing him to groan behind his gag. Then Sarah circled him like a cat toying with her prey, just enjoying the sight, and even took a few more pictures of him. After several minutes watching him 'unwind', she looked down at the stool and was inspired by another idea. She turned it ninety degrees, and set it close to the chair. The end of it was now resting on top of the rope she'd been stepping on to lift her nerd up all this time.

Sarah was struck by the artful deviousness of it as she looked at it. She raised the prusik knot higher, then tightened the rope leading to the edge of the porch some more and stood back to look at it again. The stool was sitting on two legs lengthwise over the rope at about a forty degree angle with the legs closest to the chair well off the porch. I am so evil, she thought, with a smirk. Let's test this.

Moving back to him, holding his gaze with that bewitching blue fire dancing in her eyes, Sarah settled onto her shins on the stool, keeping most of her weight on the back of it, and some of her weight on her nerd's spread legs while she gripped them in her hands. Her toes rested on the edge of the porch behind the stool to steady her. She leaned forward a bit, it didn't take much, and the front of the stool dropped a little, pushing on the rope.

Chuck stared at her aghast when he rose up some with the predicted result, and she cast a sinister smile back at him. Then she leaned forward a little more, transferring more of her weight to the front of the stool. It came down more on the rope, and lifted her nerd higher with more of the same results as before, and she almost squealed with delight when she watched the cords tighten, first drawing the rings of the cock and ball harness together on her helpless nerd's balls, and then tugging on his nipple clamps an instant later.

Sarah teased him for a while, pushing and pulling on his legs with her hands, while rocking back and forth on the stool. It was an absolute thrill to watch, an exquisite show, watching his reaction and the display in front of her as the rope between his big toes tugged on them, and his balls pulsed in and out of the squeezing rings as he rose and fell. The whole time she'd been testing where and how far she had to push the stool down to make things happen and how intense the result was. She didn't push the stool all the way to the porch deck, but brought it close a couple of times, and each time it elicited a striking reaction from her nerd, one that puzzled her.

Even though it looked like it had gotten uncomfortable for him a few times, he was watching it almost as fascinated as she was. She continued to play on her new teeter-totter, experimenting with the distribution of her weight, watching him, and patiently waiting for the program on the vibrator to start ramping back up again.

When the noise of the vibrator began to get louder, she pulled herself forward by her nerd's legs. Her motion tugged at his toes as the stool dropped, and his penis swung toward her from the cord pulling on his harness rings. Catching his swollen crown in her soft mouth when she dropped, she let her weight carry her down as he came up, plunging him into her eager mouth. She felt Chuck's legs quake in her hands when she caught herself and rocked the stool back with her weight on his legs.

The quick motion surprised her some when he fell away from her as she rose, and she reflexively applied suction to keep from losing him. She heard Chuck take a gasping breath through his nose that came to an instant halt with a jerk of his body when she caught the base of his crown in her teeth. She didn't really bite him, at least not hard, but the effect was powerful, and titillating. She saw a wild and stunned look in her nerd's eyes when she looked up at him, but something else that really astonished her - pure unbridled excitement.

Oh,my,gosh. That is amazing. I'm really not sure how to read it, but I think he actually enjoyed that. It might take a little practice, but we need to explore this some more.

As if to apologize for her roughness, she took a moment to gently suck on the head of his cock while holding his gaze. Running her tongue around the base of the glans where she'd clamped down on him, Sarah was surprised by how positively he responded, like her little accident had enhanced his sensitivity. She lingered for a moment, simply enjoying the taste of him, the smell and taste of cherries mixed with Chuck, and the look of heightened pleasure on his face and in his entranced eyes. Then it hit her what had probably happened. She'd experienced this more than few times herself. It was something she craved. Time for another experiment.

Beginning to rock back and forth a little at a time on her new 'toy', Sarah pushed and pulled on his legs in a steady rhythm as she went. She started off slow, watching her nerd carefully, then slowly started to apply more weight to the front of the stool with each stroke. After a few minutes she thought she had it all figured out, and began to let the stool drop even further, taking him a bit deeper each time it dropped, and applying relatively strong suction to him as she brought it back up. She could see the cord to the nipple clamps starting to pull tighter as she teetered forward and felt is cock pressing harder on her tongue as well. And Chuck was beginning to respond, rather animatedly.

She started to let the stool drop further, and rise and drop a little faster, all the while she taking him deeper. When Chuck dropped away from her, she sucked hard, catching the head of his cock in her tightly sealed lips. Then she began to use her teeth again, randomly, so he couldn't anticipate it. His reaction was almost unnerving, but he never once shook his head with their signal to stop. Sarah knew what she was seeing, but wasn't sure if she could believe it.

Dropping the stool even harder and further, she felt her nerds hard cock jump back a forth in her mouth in time with it. The cord to his nipple clamps started to pull rather sharply taut causing him to jerk in the chair. She couldn't see it, but she knew the vibrating rings were pulling ever more tightly shut with each drop of the stool too, as she played him like an instrument again. Everything was intensifying, the vibrator, the way she sucked on him and used her teeth to sometimes catch him, the way she made the rope jerk taut between his toes, and the way the cords were pulling on his clamps and cock and ball harness. It was a tantalizing and wicked dance.

Her nerd's hips began to undulate jerkily, and his breath became short and shallow through his nose. His motion was halting because of the way her own motion on the stool was pulling on the cords, and if he moved too much, or she caught him in her teeth too hard a sharp blast came from his nostrils; but he didn't stop her, never gave her their safe signal as she watched. That really got Sarah's attention. She knew she wasn't making it any easier for him either, when she began to drop the stool all the way down and its legs tapped on the floor.

It created a very predictable response, as he spasmed and gasped, but he never shied away. In fact, his gyrations seemed to increase, and his eyes completely glazed over and hooded. Sarah realized with stunned amazement that she was pushing him up against that place she liked to go, that blurred line between pleasure and pain. He was in that place where one began to feed off the other in a winding spiral up, and she couldn't believe how all this was affecting her too, driving her own libido into the stratosphere. I can't believe I've taken him here, she thought, a little awestruck. This is huge... HUGE. I want more!

He was coming close. She could feel it. After so many times bringing him right up to it and then pulling him back today, she could see and feel him approaching it head on. Sarah kept sucking harder, and taking him deeper, as he jerked wildly under her. Her pacing seemed to be right on, because when she finally bottomed out on him, her nose hitting the buzzer at the base of his shaft, he started to rattle like a washing machine on an unbalanced spin cycle, his breath blasting through his nose.

She was able to bottom out on him a few more times, and then he ejaculated with a long stuttering blast of a gasp, as she rocked the stool forward in rhythm with his strong spurts. He tasted wonderful, and felt so alive in her mouth as he twitched under her lips and tongue.

After a long time, a long, roping orgasm that seemed to go on forever, feeling him pulsing with an energy she'd never felt from him before, Sarah felt her nerd relax under her, and she released him from her lips, very surprised by how hard she had been sucking on him. The crown of his cock was enlarged and quite purple, and a little red where she had been catching him in her teeth. And he was still hard.

While she stared awestruck at him, her curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned forward on the stool, watching the show with morbid curiosity while she slowly pushed it all the way to the floor. Her Chuck was completely spent, his chin on his chest, his eyes closed, his breathing slowly evening back out. A drop of drool was falling on his chest from his chin. But his head came quickly up and he moaned with deeply hooded and unfocused eyes, looking right at her, but not seeing her, when the legs of the stool tapped the porches teak planks.

Sarah was shocked by how much the cords tightened, how hard the rings squeezed closed on his still very erect penis, and how much they tugged on his nipple clamps. But it didn't stop her from slowly doing it to him several times more, just to see it, and hear it, when the legs of the stool hit the floor. She knew she was pushing it too far, but she couldn't help herself.

The post orgasmic flood of hormones after the long and tortuous way she'd brought him to it was causing him to react in the most carnally lascivious of ways. He looked so malleable. She had to force herself to stop. Sarah just couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, what she had just witnessed, what she had just been a part of. It had been extraordinary, and she had pushed both Chuck and herself farther than they had ever gone before.

Looking around, it suddenly occurred to her that hours had passed when she saw the long shadows from the palm trees on the sand. Oh, my God, he's been tied up like this for hours. This is way more than enough. This is too much.

When she removed the clamps from his nipples at the same time, Chuck jumped with a sudden gasping inhale, his head coming up, and his eyes wide. She knew that would get his attention, knowing herself that the sudden release of pressure was often the worst part of being clamped. "We're done, Chuck," she said softly, stroking his tender nipples. She gave him a stunned and watery smile. "You did great." Her smile turned a little wane when he nodded back weakly, his eyes still somewhat unfocused and half-lidded. Geez, I really took him far today. I may never live this down... I hope.

Sarah was surprised that after she removed his gag, her nerd remained quiet. She stole glances at him while he watched her methodically untie him from that rosewood chair. In a way, she was beginning to feel a little tortured by his silence, but she didn't think he was trying to play a head-game with her, at least not an overt one. She suspected his silence was because he was still trying to process it all.

When she finished untying his arms, she leaned over from behind him, and gave him a gentle kiss on his jaw. Relief washed over her when his hand came up and stroked her neck lovingly, and pulled her cheek to his.

She came back around him and took a seat on the stool. Sarah had decided to leave his legs restrained while she carefully removed the harness of rings from around his now semi-flaccid cock. "You know, as surreal as this sounds, I kind of liked that thing," he said, with a slightly guilty lilt.

Sarah looked up at him with a tightly controlled smile, trying to moderate her surprise. After setting the harness rather ceremoniously on the stool, she rose and took his face in her hands, giving him a tender kiss. "Oh, you way more than 'kind of' liked it," she said, with reproachful tone, "You're going to see more of this in the future. I've never seen anything like what you showed me today. Now we have a clear benchmark to shoot for." She gave him a firm pat on the cheek and turned her sudden broad smile away from him after watching his Adam's apple bob up and down from her nerd's loud, hard swallow.

Her husband was moving stiffly, and slowly when Sarah spied him sliding into bed that night. She'd run him through the wringer, and she knew he had to be sore in a variety of places. But it had been worth it, every tension filled glorious second of it. She was astounded by how much fun she'd had controlling Chuck's pleasure for hours, and how he'd been so 'up' for it the entire time. And she was completely astonished by what he had allowed her to do.

She was definitely going to do more of this to him in the future. The benchmark she'd told Chuck they'd set today had thrown her devious and creative mind into overdrive. She wanted more. She wanted to give him all the things he gave to her back in spades. Replaying the day in her mind, it occurred to her that she'd washed her previous mistake with him away in an endorphin filled flood of pleasure and pain; at least she hoped she did.

Her fainting spell hadn't come up in conversation at all that evening; in fact they'd hardly spoken about the scene at all. She couldn't believe that she'd allowed herself to go that far, and literally let the moment control her to the point that it knocked her out. And she had to admit to herself that for a couple of minutes at the end there, she probably had gone too far with Chuck, stepping over the line even after she had moved it.

Sarah fell into a slumber knowing she had to be more careful, and then woke up in Castle.

D/s

Oh, this is weird. I'm back in the Captain's quarters. I wonder if that's what set all this off? No. That chair. The chair did it. Mmmm, maybe both...

She opened an eye and peeked at her surroundings. Yup, definitely Castle.

"Mornin', Beautiful."

Sarah turned her head, and there was her nerd, propped up on his elbow, watching her intently. "Hi, Chuck." She rolled over facing him, and felt a very odd mixture of emotions flow through her. "Kiss me."

He broke into a grin and reached for her, pulling her into his embrace. "I can do better than that."

Sarah felt her toes curl under the onslaught of his affection. His kiss was mind-numbingly deep and impassioned. Oh, my God. He is an artist! There is no defense for this!

Eventually, the clock started to tick again and they broke the kiss, and laid in each other's arms simply enjoying the moment, asking and answering easy questions with their eyes.

"I tried to wake you earlier. For a minute I thought you were having a bad dream, but you didn't want to wake up, so I assumed it was a good one and gave up."

So that's why I heard his voice. He kept me in the dream. "I was on a mission."

"Oh? Heh, a mission, huh? Was it classified?"

"No, not classified," she said with a beaming smile, "At least not for you, Captain Sparrow."

Chuck's eyebrows shot up. "Aah. So you were able to continue the one from earlier?"

"Yes." She stroked his cheek affectionately. "But I have a feeling there's still more to this story."

"The island."

Sarah studied her nerd for a moment. The way he'd said it caught her attention; like maybe there was a whole lot more to this story, and that maybe she still had only a few pieces of the puzzle. "Убежище," she said in flawless Russian, "I'd like to go back there."

Chuck had an odd look in his eyes. A lot of emotion was showing in them, but the largest was indecision. "I'd like to do that too. My offer still stands, if you want to talk about it," he said, with a hint of reluctance in his voice that didn't go unnoticed by Sarah, "That was a very good time for us. Very special. Different. I'm glad you got that back. However much you got."

"That last bit sounded like a question," Sarah observed with a soft smile. Knowing what she did now about what happened on that island, and what she also knew about her husband, it set her to wondering. Another sudden pang of emotion ran through her, one that was slippery and elusive. "I got quite a lot, at least I think I did. We do need to talk."

"Okay." He looked at her a little trepidatiously, running his fingers nervously through his long curly locks. It seemed clear to her that some memories of his own were setting him on edge. "Where do you want to start?"

"I'd like to start at the beginning." Sarah reached out and ran her hand through his unruly mop of hair, and realized as she looked at it that he hadn't cut it in quite a while. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a barber. It was starting to get very long, and it occurred to her that he was fulfilling her request that day on the island, growing Dom's hair out, and she didn't even know it. Apparently they'd actually had that conversation, and the truth of it set her mind to racing. "Well, maybe not the beginning," she corrected, with a sigh, "I don't think my dream came in at the start of that trip, and it didn't end at the end of it. In fact, I know it didn't."

"Alright, then, where did your dream begin?"

There it was again, something very deep and emotional. He had this look on his face like he already knew where this story would begin. Looking at him, Sarah decided what she was seeing was pure self-conflict. Her Chuck was having an internal struggle with his own desires. He appeared to be locked in battle with his thoughts and emotions, most likely from his own memories of that time on the island, and maybe more from their time there, and in the time since, things she hadn't yet seen herself.

She knew now where that struggle was coming from. She'd set it in motion that day in that chair. But we brought that chair home with us. Why? I wonder where the stool is? How do I set him at ease about all this?

"It began the night you gave me this collar... sort of," she said, touching it lightly. "I woke up in bed thinking about that night. Then I got up to go to the bathroom, and to see what was attached to this." She watched her husband visibly relax, and it brought a smile to her face. That worked.

"That was a very special night."

"Mmm-Hmmm. Where's my collar tag, Chuck?" she asked, trailing her fingers across her engraved name on the band around her neck. "And the jewels for my shackles, where are they?"

"In one of the drawers in the dressing room, along with a lot of your other jewelry. I moved them here when I moved the... other things."

Sarah looked at the band around one of her wrists, playing absently with the attachment loop on the inside of it. "I want to see them," she said, looking up to meet his gaze, "I want to wear them."

Chuck smiled, showing her a presence in his eyes that never failed to astound her. There was so much emotion there, but right now there was an overriding gleam of pure playfulness. "Which ones?"

"The ones from the island, of course, you goof. Are there more?"

"You have an assortment of bling for your... attire. You had others on the island, too."

"Then the ones from that night you gave me this. I want those. Now. And I want you to wear your star sapphire."

She surprised her nerd when she threw the sheet off of her and rose swiftly to her feet. And then he surprised her back with a look of awestruck adoration and runaway desire painted on his face; and she remembered why, looking down at herself. Sexy. The one word thought popped into her head when she looked at her white lace teddy. May as well use this to my advantage, I may need it. "My mission isn't over. Come with me."

Her husband shot her a look of sudden recognition that morphed into a wry smile as he swung his feet to the floor. "Hi-oh. This is going to get interesting."

"I'm sure," Sarah answered, returning his wry smile to him, "Let's go, Chuck," she said grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. As she almost dragged him down the hall it hit her that she'd just used close to the same tone of voice on him as she'd used when she had him in that chair. She glanced back at him, and saw that look she'd seen in her dream. What have I gotten myself into now? Sarah turned quickly forward so he wouldn't see the evil smirk that had popped onto her face. Let's find out, Chuck.

~D/s~

Sarah sat in front of the monitor fingering the disk hanging from her collar. It was exactly like the dream. When she'd first set down in this chair to begin her search, She'd been overcome by the wild memory of what had happened in here only last night. But it was pushed into the background right now as she looked at the picture of her flower. It took her breath away. She looked over her shoulder at Chuck's flushed face as he hovered over her and grinned. "I like this."

"Don't I know it," he replied with a roll of his eyes, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his embarrassment. "You are one evil woman."

"Maybe," she said, turning back to the screen, "Probably." She clicked through some of the images coming to one she'd taken at the very end of her session pleasuring her nerd. The one with his chin resting on his smooth chest, his eyes closed, his mouth gagged with a ball, that harness and those clamps... and that stool resting at an angle across the rope. "Definitely," she admitted, with a slightly diabolical lilt that was tinged ever so slightly with guilt. Did I go too far with this?

She felt Chuck's hand stroking her neck, but he remained silent. It seemed like he was trying to tell her he was okay, but couldn't bring himself to comment on it.

She turned back to him, studying his eyes. "I have to ask you something."

"I assume by that statement maybe the answer won't be all that easy?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck like he often did when he was nervous.

"Maybe." She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. "You enjoyed this, didn't you?"

She watched him fidget a bit, still rubbing his neck as the color slowly rose up his neck onto his face. "Yeah, I enjoyed it. How could I not? You took me to a place I've never been before...and kept me there for hours."

"You enjoyed all of it?"

"Yes."

Sarah was struck by his stark-naked one word response. I guess I didn't go too far. "So tell me, did you let me do this to you again?"

"You don't remember?"

She sighed, and dropped her chin, looking through her lashes at him with frustration. "No."

"Then I'm not so sure if we should be talk-"

"Woah, stop the bus, Chuck!" Sarah exclaimed, holding up her hand, "You've been hedging about this, using my memory as an excuse since we started this. It's time for that to stop."

"Sarah, you know what Rich said. If I say the wrong things it might make remembering things more difficult because it will mess with your associations."

"I'm well aware of what our therapist has said, Chuck, I was there too. You shouldn't let that stop you from telling me what really happened. I know you'll tell me the truth... if I can drag it out of you," she said with a wry smile. "You've already told me about a lot of things; just don't screw it up."

Chuck slowly shrugged and looked at her sheepishly. "So what do you want to know?"

"For starters you could answer that question, but maybe you should answer this one first. You talked about rules and boundaries the first day I asked you to continue this." Sarah gestured to the screen, "What were you thinking you could do, ignore all this history and rewrite the book to suit some new vision you had? Did you think this stuff would remain buried forever?"

Chuck looked at the picture of himself on the screen and blew out the deep breath he'd been holding in, "Umm, no... Look Sarah, I really didn't know where to go with all of this."

"No, you look, Chuck. You look at this," she said, pointing animatedly at the photo, "Do you feel guilty about it? Like you did something wrong? Do you feel guilty because there was maybe a little pain involved?" She looked him in the eye trying to make some sense of it, see the source of his fear. "Well, for one thing you shouldn't, because I did this to you... I did it for you. And you shouldn't feel guilty because you found some pleasure in an unexpected place."

Sarah watched her nerd give her a thin one-sided smile. "Just so you know, we've had this conversation before, and I get it, I do," he said with another shrug, glancing again at the picture. "I did enjoy that, and yes it did surprise me... and I've had issues with that. I wasn't trying to hide it from you, or rewrite the rules. I just don't know how to approach some of these things."

Sarah looked up at him raising her eyebrow. "Okaaay, I can definitely understand that. This really isn't your shtick."

"No, no it's not," he said, with a snort. "Being a Sub isn't really my thing, at least not in the classical sense. I think you know what I mean. You do have a certain style with it that I've grown to appreciate though." He winked at her, rolling his eyes toward the picture, and she smiled.

Yeah, I think know what you mean. There had been no overt humiliation in that scene. It was a D/s practice that neither of them seemed to like, at least Chuck didn't. She wasn't as sure about herself; however, she'd gotten enough of this back to know they'd always tried to avoid it. But why do I feel like you've been the exception, Chuck? "So, back to that question. Did I do this to you again?"

Chuck shook his head, as that adorable one sided grin grew across his face. "Yeah, you did, you had a benchmark to exceed."

Sarah barked a short laugh, delighted by his callback to her words. "And would you let me do it again?"

He turned his head slightly, and huffed, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "Come on, are you really going to give me a choice in the matter? You wicked, wicked woman."

"Probably not," she immediately shot back with a grin. "Admit it, you like my wickedness." She took his hand, lacing her fingers through his, and gestured to the computer monitor with a quick tilt of her head. "So, where is the stool?"

"Under the loveseat in the dressing room. I thought you looked right at it when we were in there."

"There were a lot of distractions in that room," she said, running her finger's over the disk on her collar again, recalling all the different 'jewelry' she'd seen in that velvet lined box he'd showed her. She looked down at their hands, and the blue star sapphires on her 'bracelet' that went so well with the brown one on Chuck's neck. "And my toys?" she asked with a raise of her eyebrow and a thin devilish smile.

"Oh Geez. Why do I get the feeling you've suddenly found yourself caught up with a need to feed your nostalgia?"

"I can't imagine where you'd get that idea," she said, turning to look at the screen to hide her smirk. She felt Chuck release her hand, and turned to see her nerd just as he was crouching down to pull a drawer out from a cabinet below the counter in front of the window to the playroom.

"Here you go," he said lryically, taking a step back.

Sarah rose quickly from her chair and literally bounced over to the drawer to peer into it. Damn, I don't think I'm going to need to go shopping for a while. "At the risk of sounding like a skipping record - that's a lot of stuff," she said, looking at her nerd, goggle-eyed.

"My Sarah, the diabolical shopaholic," Chuck retorted, with a roll of his eyes.

Her hands reached into the drawer, rummaging through the objects in the several padded partitions. Sarah was startled by some of the things she saw. To her surprise there was a strap-on harness she could have sworn she'd had before ever meeting Chuck, along with the selection of dildos of various sizes that fit it. When she saw it an intense feeling of discomfort washed over her she couldn't track, as if it was attached to a memory buried very deep.

She remembered her salascious thoughts from the dream, and wondered if it was because she'd used any of them on her Chuck with bad results, but couldn't see why they'd even be here if that was the case. It felt almost like she was trying not to remember it as she unconsciously pushed the disturbing sensation down with a hard swallow.

There were also some similarly recognizable butt plugs of various shapes and sizes, and more rings, clamps, and some interesting cages. A few of them looked like chastity devices of broadly varying design. There were even a few things that looked like they had electrical connections on them, and that 'shocked' her. A few items looked like they could be inserted into his penis, or worn over the head of it, and around the base of the glans. An adornment that looked like a coiled snake apparently did both. One 'device' in particular caught her eye.

She picked it up and played with it curiously, surprised a little that she knew what it did and how it worked. It was a short, gold metal post with a ring and a very small 'T' handle on one end, and a small rubber bulb on the other that could be cleverly enlarged and locked in position by pushing on the 'T' handle and then turning it ninety degrees. Pulling on the ring caused it to enlarge even more.

She looked up at her Chuck meeting his eyes, wide-eyed, wondering how many of these things she'd used on him and where. If she was going to be honest with herself it shouldn't have alarmed her at all. She'd always enjoyed playing with her nerd's big dick, and her dream had completely reinforced that notion. She held the 'toy' up and raised her eyebrow.

"One of Bill's designs. Like I said, I don't like piercings much... at least not on myself," he said, the corner of his mouth turning up. "It was a concession. And it's probably more effective anyway, though I still have no interest in exploring the alternatives."

Sarah nodded back, hearing the words "Uh huh" pass absently between her lips before she pursed them and set the device on the counter. Her eye's fell back to the contents of the drawer, scanning through it as she touched a few of the 'toys'. She reached in and pulled out a gold chain about two feet long from the same partition she'd found the 'device' in. It had a gold ring about an inch in diameter on one end, and a small clasp on the other. It was obviously the leash for this clever little 'power' toy, and she set it on the counter with an odd and subtle smile on her face, while palming something else she'd taken from the drawer.

Then she saw it, in a partition towards the back, and she reached in to pick it up. It was the same one from the dream. In fact, looking back into the drawer, she saw a couple of the other toys she'd had to choose from that day. This one obviously held a special interest for her, and she turned it in her hand held by the nubby rubber bulb, examining it, moving the rings back and forth, and experimenting with the locking mechanisms. Her eyes wandered to Chuck's smooth crotch, and a nefarious smile grew on her face.

"It figures."

Her eyes shot up to her nerd's as he shook his head with amusement, and more than a little excitement showing in his eyes. "Probably needs batteries, huh?" she asked, with that evil little smile, turning back toward the drawer.

"Uh, huh."

"Have I used this again... since?"

"No. I'm mean, c'mon, look in that drawer," Chuck said with a wrinkled nosed snicker. "There's a lot of things in there you haven't even used."

"Yet."

"Yes, yet," he snerked. "You didn't really go Domme on me that often either... and it only got serious after, well..."

"Убежище."

"Yeah, the island, Sanctuary. I'm not going to even try to say it in Russian, it's a lousy reason to put up with a flash." Chuck paused a moment, as he watched his wife looking curiously through the drawer. "Remember, it was only about three months after that, when, well... you know..."

"Quinn," Sarah whispered. The name passed from her lips sounding like an expletive.

"Yeah."

"That's behind us...and he's gone...forever," she said softly, but with finality. She set the cock and ball harness on the counter next to the other 'toy' and turned to face her nerd leaning against the counter with her hands spread behind her and an intractable smile on her face. "We have a lot of catching up to do, Chuck." Sarah reached up with her foot, running it suggestively up and down the inside of her husband's leg as she waggled her eyebrows at him. "I have more devious plans for you."

She stepped forward and fell into an embrace with him, and they kissed. "Very devious plans," she purred, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"I can hardly wait," Chuck said, deadpan with a thin crooked smile and a roll of his eyes.

"I can tell," Sarah answered with a grin.

"Damn him, he's worse than a lie detector," her nerd complained, glancing down with a mock frown.

"With some subjects, yes." Sarah reached down and took him in her hand, holding his gaze with her cool, blue eyes as she ran her thumb over the head of his rapidly enlarging cock. Then she stepped forward with her other hand spread on his chest, pushing his back up against the wall. Her hand wandered in a caress down his chest when she watched her Chuck's eyes darken, and start to go to that place she loved to take him.

When her other hand got to his now firm erection, she encircled it around the base of his glans with her finger and thumb, taking him in a pulsating grip, and continued to caress him with her other thumb over the top of his now very hard crown from front to back pushing firmly on it. Oh, you're really in trouble now, Chuck, she thought wickedly, I may as well give you another good reason for calling me that.

She held his eyes as she began to run the tip her thumb across the opening, spreading it open, feeling the slick moistness beginning to come from it, testing her feel, while she moved it deftly from her palm into her fingers. It was slick from the disinfecting lube she'd covertly spread over it. Then her fingers turned over, finding the tip of her strategically placed thumb, and she steadily pushed.

"What the...?!"

"Gotcha now, Chuck. Don't move, me bucko," Sarah said, with a very purposefully wicked lilt and a wrinkled nose smirk. Holding the ring, she pushed on the 'T' handle and gave it a twist, and Chuck's cock jumped in her hand.

"Aaaahh." Chuck looked abruptly down, and stared at the gold ring sticking from the end of his urethra. The curved actuator handle was now cleaving the hard head of his cock vertically as Sarah held him in a firm grip in her hands. "Oooh, fuck."

"Watch your language, Chuck, or there will be consequences," Sarah warned, staring at her nerd with narrowing eyes. "Don't touch it, that's an order."

Her husband stood frozen, leaning against the wall in front of her goggle-eyed and, releasing him, Sarah turned back toward the counter to pick up the gold lead chain. Casting him a thin, evil smile, she clipped the chain to the ring on the end of the power toy and slipped her finger through the ring on the other end of it.

She gazed at it for a moment, struck by how hard her nerd's erection had become and the way the small 'T' handle pressed into and conformed to the tip of his penis. Then, giving the chain a little tug, she watched him flinch. Oh, perfect. Sweet control. "You know, it's not going to matter one little bit if you say anything. Only one word will get you out of this, but something tells me you won't use it."

Her nerd's eyes flew even wider, and he began to stammer, nodding his head vigorously. "I'm yours now... obviously. You can do anything you want with me, anything... just don't yank on that thing too-"

"That's enough," Sarah scolded, shutting him up with another tug. "Good. Now that we have that formality out of the way, we should probably go take a shower," she purred with a satisfied smile. "I need to have my nerd slave boy make me squeaky clean all over. And then there's a matter of excess hair we need to get rid of."

She watched her Chuck swallow loudly, his eyes rolling up reflexively.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head, Chuck, I'm not going to touch that. I'm looking forward to that ponytail, because it's going to make a very nice handle. I'm only going to remove everything else, this time with wax."

Sarah watched Chuck swallow so thickly again his Adam's apple delightfully bobbed, and she turned away just in time for him not to see her grin. Picking up the remote for the vibrator on the cock and ball harness with her free hand, she then stuffed it into one of the lace cups of her teddy.

For a second, she pondered an interesting strap-on dildo in the drawer that was obviously made for two; a clever design with an insertable portion for her, complete with what appeared to be a powered clitoral stimulator. But she decided against it, not wanting to push things too far, too soon. Instead, she picked up the metal harness from the counter as planned by looping a finger through one of the rings with the same hand she was holding his leash.

"Now, we only need to find some batteries for this," she said, holding the toy up in front of him on her hooked finger.

Chuck opened his mouth to start to say something, but stopped short with a razor-sharp hitch of his breath when Sarah gave the taut chain a firm tug.

"Uht! I know where the batteries are, Chuck," she sang with a smug smile. "Come with me, my nerd slave-boy, I have big plans for you... wicked plans."

Sarah turned to leave the room, and happily felt Chuck fall in right behind her, a half of a step back and to her right. When they got to the door, she stopped and reached up to take something off a peg. She then swung the panel gag in front of Chuck's face with that evil, serial killer smile.

"If you're a good boy and hold your tongue, my sweet sub, I'll wait 'til after we shower to use this gag, capisce? Now, come, me bucko," she said with a hint of a growl and a jerk of the chain, not waiting for an answer. "Yer mine now, Chuck. All mine."