Previously:
Daniel has bought a new bed without permission. Vala has issues with that.
"Did you sleep in the bed last night, Daniel?"
"No, Vala. I-I didn't think I should somehow. I slept on the couch."
"Well, let's try it out now, darling. Get on to the foot of the bed and prostrate yourself."
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Chapter 37: Two of the Many Uses of Ginger
The bedspread was a bold and colorful print of geometric shapes that echoed the headboard design, and Vala stripped it off, leaving soft sheets of a neutral creamy beige. At her signal, Daniel crawled over to the bed and climbed up, crouching doubled up with his rump all but hanging off the edge. When she was satisfied with his placement, Vala went to the kitchen.
She had ordered something special in the last grocery delivery over the weekend and now she opened up the refrigerator, retrieving what she had left behind: one fat finger of ginger root sealed in a plastic bag. The rest of the cluster this had come from she'd left in Daniel's root vegetable storage bin, but this lobe she had set aside, thinking it would provide a little fun on her return. Hmm, even better now that it was for 'punishment,' she decided with a smirk.
Putting on a pair of kitchen gloves and grabbing a paring knife, she peeled and trimmed the spicy root, keeping its basic shape: generously plump and curving like a crooked finger. As a finishing touch, she carved a narrow neck into it, then dunked it in a pot of cold water, activating its essential oils.
Returning to the bedroom with the pot, she was pleased to find her sub exactly as she had left him, not that she expected anything less. Vala ran her fingers down his tightly curved spine, ending with a possessive hand on his rump as Daniel shivered.
"No speaking unless you're asked a question, darling," she warned. "Understand?"
"Yes, Vala," came the prompt, if muffled, reply.
Vala then gently but inexorably inserted the ginger root into her sub as if it were a phallus, using only a little water from the pot as lube.
"As I'm sure you can feel, darling, this is no ordinary phallus. Well, not that we've ever really used ordinary phalluses." She considered a moment, musing to herself in a mutter, "I do seem to be inspired by kitchen supplies..."
When the ginger root was fully seated, the sub's ring of muscles clenching spastically at the neck indentation she had carved, she straightened up, stripping the gloves off and tossing them to the side.
"Over on your back, darling, stretch your arms and legs out to the four corners of the bed."
Daniel obeyed, a frown of concern beginning to show on his brow.
"You are not to move without permission," she said, then observed, "The day will come when I expect you to lie still of your own accord, for now, however, I will help."
Vala's bag of supplies sat atop the dresser and by the time she had selected the appropriate lengths of rope and secured wrists and ankles to the bed's four posts, gloriously spread-eagle, Daniel was biting his lip in concern, his body tense.
"Yes, this feels a bit more intense than the bamboo wood juicer, I know, but I promise, it will do you no harm." Vala was sure of that, she'd watched Daniel bolt down a whole container of ginger chicken over the course of one team night several weeks ago, so he wasn't allergic.
The sub looked at her doubtfully, his butt clenching against its unusual intruder.
"It's not wood at all, it's ginger root, carved and shaped just for you." She reached between his wide stretched legs, giving the protruding handle of the phallus a wiggle. Daniel gasped, arching in involuntary reaction, Vala following his motion easily. Laid out as he was, he had no way to hide or deflect.
"When the root's nice and fresh, it produces the most amazing amount of heat on the tender flesh of a naughty submissive."
Vala's home planet of Qadesh had a very similar root and she knew well how intensely fiery it felt, even for a woman. For a man, however, the spicy root laying on the prostate gland, the effects could be spectacular.
Grinning widely, Vala gave the ginger another wiggle, and Daniel squirmed, his manhood taking notice in earnest, his eyes widening as comprehension dawned.
"On to Stage Two," Vala announced and, giving the alarmed man a wink, she left for the kitchen again. She had ordered a fresh jar of ginger powder in the same grocery delivery, and she took her time retrieving and measuring a couple heaping spoonfuls into a small mixing bowl.
Returning to the bedroom she found Daniel had begun to sweat, his skin gleaming, his penis jutting up full and firm from his trembling and supine body. By the Lady, he was lovely, his tanned skin contrasting against the creamy sheets, everything stretched tight, forced open, all those muscles, that power, harnessed and contained just for her. He was positively edible.
"Now, now, dear," the Domme drawled, reaching out to draw one finger up along the veiny pole of his erection as she walked past, Daniel arching hopefully in reaction. She set the bowl on the bedside table and said, "No coming without permission. Again, the day will come when I expect you to control yourself, but for today, I will help."
Choosing another binding from her bag, she wrapped a snug ring around the base of his penis and testicles, Daniel giving a despairing little huff. He was sweating in earnest now, beads gathering and rolling down his heated skin, panting and pulling at the bindings on his arms and legs, his eyes instinctively fixed on hers, awarding her all his attention, knowing that anything and everything in his world came from his Domme and his Domme alone.
Vala peeled her t-shirt off over her head, Daniel watching avidly. "I could use a gag on you," she remarked conversationally, unfastening her jeans and letting them fall to the floor, kicking them to one side along with her boots and socks. "However I trust you to not speak without permission."
Daniel opened his mouth and drew in a breath, presumably to assure her he would stay silent, before catching himself at the last second. Yes, it was a dirty trick, but he passed the test.
"Good boy," she said, grinning.
A flicker of irritation flashed in his eyes, but Vala let that go. After all, she didn't want the blind obedience of a dull automaton, but the willing submission of a spirited man. She would see how he managed without a gag she decided, shimmying out of her panties. He was still so early in his training and non-speech vocalizations held considerable charm, especially those delightfully desperate groans and moans.
The last of her wardrobe to go was her black lace bra and, naked, Vala strolled casually around the perimeter of the bed, Daniel blinking the sweat from his eyes as he stared. She gave his bindings a last check, making sure the bowlines wouldn't tighten down dangerously during the sub's struggles. And he would indeed be struggling.
Vala climbed onto the bed, straddled her sub's stomach, and crawled slowly up his trembling body, rubbing her already damp womanhood along his muscled and sweaty torso as she went. Stepping her knees over his shoulders, she placed herself over his face and he lapped greedily at her without any prompting.
"Just my clit, darling," she warned, backing off before he got too enthusiastic. He gave her a puzzled and disappointed look, but did as told. She purred with pleasure as he worked, but pulled off just before climax.
"Don't want too much fun too early," she sighed.
Captive arms twitching in their bonds, Daniel looked mournfully at the prize Vala had lifted just out of his reach. She gave a mock put-upon sigh. "Very well, darling, one little taste."
She lowered herself down just far enough, smiling as the sub eagerly strained upwards, his tongue taking a quick swipe. Eyes rolling up in ecstasy and licking his slick lips, Daniel's head sank back to rest.
"I know you'd like to taste a little more, but I need to save it for the ginger powder," Vala explained, Daniel opening his eyes again in confusion as the Domme grabbed the small bowl she had brought in.
Some of her sister qedesha, both Domme and sub, could ejaculate like a man, but Vala had never had this talent. Nor did she care to develop it, she thought with a mental sniff, such showiness was strictly for men as far as she was concerned. Instead she did it the old-fashioned way: still straddling Daniel, she pulsed one delicious dollop of her essence into a waiting hand and, making a great show of it, transferred it into the bowl.
Watching his prize disappear, a ghost of a resentful little frown broke through Daniel's uncomprehending daze, but Vala only laughed.
"Don't worry, you'll be pleased. Eventually."
Rubbing her juices in with the ginger powder, Vala mixed a creamy little paste. It was a bit dry and, impatient, she added a little spit towards the end. She had no gloves now and her fingers were hot and tingling as she finished the preparation and shimmied her way back down Daniel's body, returning to his groin.
As Daniel blinked in bewilderment, Vala scooped the paste out and rubbed it over his straining erection, spreading it as far as it would go over his testicles and perineum, rubbing the last of it on his nipples before setting the now-empty bowl aside.
She didn't have long to wait before the fiery cream went to work, and Vala watched appreciatively as the trembling sub moaned and writhed in the spicy heat, more sweat breaking out over him, his penis growing stiffer and thicker than ever, leaking with pre-come. He pulled and arched in his bonds, his manhood searching, his eyes wild on hers, the burning at his anus undoubtedly intense at this point.
She enjoyed the show for a time, but both taking pity on Daniel and eager for her own fun, Vala moved into position and lowered herself slowly down, mounting him an inch at a time, the sub panting as she went.
Helpless to climax because of the ring binding his genitals and constrained by the ropes laying him flat, Daniel could only moan despairingly as Vala took her time, pleasuring herself on his captive manhood. The heat from the ginger paste transferred to her own delicate flesh, not the harsh burn the sub felt at his rump, but a warm invigorating flush and she achieved several orgasms while the man shuddered hopelessly under her, Vala purring as she went, enjoying his forlorn groans.
Oh, the sensation of her sub gasping and thrashing under her was quite delicious indeed. She had seen images of the horsemen of this world riding unruly mounts, taming them, and Vala reached back to wiggle the embedded ginger root, flinging her head back as Daniel bucked under her, a needy whine hitching in his throat.
After a last long orgasm, Vala lifted herself off the sub entirely, hovering there tantalizingly. She looked Daniel in the eye and said, "Thank you, darling, that was quite nice. For me. You, however..." She looked him over archly. "You have been a naughty boy. Do you think you deserve pleasure? You may speak." She was curious as to how far along he was in accepting his submission. There was actually no wrong answer, she wouldn't be cruel, but what he said next would be very instructive.
"I...I..." Daniel whimpered, huffing almost incoherently, taut muscles trembling with strain, sweat running off to soak the sheet under him, but his eyes he nevertheless kept strictly on hers and, voice hopeless and small, he whispered hoarsely, "Mistress, that's your decision."
Vala's smile of approval and delight spread wide, Daniel drinking in the sight. She pulled the quick release on the binding ring, plunged herself back down, and ordered, "Come for me, darling."
Daniel bucked high despite the confining ropes, lifting her up, spending himself hard, crying her name urgently in equal parts pain and pleasure. He arched and pumped, arched and pumped himself dry, and, the warmth of his seed joining the ginger spice deep inside her, the Domme shuddered with one last deep orgasmic thrill.
Later, when Vala's contented sighs had faded, when Daniel's gasping groans had quieted, the Domme slid off him, gently removing the ginger root plug and discarding it in the bowl. With Daniel still tied down and helpless, Vala propped her head up as she reclined at his side, regarding him seriously.
"Your instincts on the choice of bed were very good, Daniel," she said softly. "I do love it. It's just what I would have picked out. But," and her voice hardened, "your instincts on what is proper were also correct, if delayed. The loom, a personal gift for my use, is appropriate and very much appreciated. The bed however, as you eventually realized, is something under my purview as Dominant and you are never to make such a decision on your own again."
"Yes, Vala," he responded in a prompt and subdued whisper.
"I think we both know my punishment for you this time was symbolic, and ultimately enjoyable for you." She gave his spent penis a gentle pat, then regarded him sternly. "If you defy me again, however, it will not be symbolic, and it will certainly not be enjoyable in the slightest. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes, Vala." His answer was serious and heartfelt, and he melted just that little bit closer to her, secure in the thought that his Domme's rules were clear and fair and, most importantly, for his benefit. And that she would always follow through.
"Good boy," she said, rewarding him with a smile. Deciding that that settled the matter, Vala slid off the bed and, moving to untie him, gave rueful moue. "Looks like we soaked your nice new sheets."
"Don't worry, Vala. I put a waterproof pad on the mattress," Daniel said, rolling his head lazily to keep his eyes on her as she went.
Vala raised a brow with a grin. "Prescience. I like that in a sub."
Giving an exhausted smile, Daniel said, "At least we broke the bed in without actually breaking it. That's always a good thing."
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