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Chapter 21: Hope

Saturday night I laid in bed with my fingers intertwined behind my head, my focus on the ceiling, alone because a goddess-blessed butt-plug had satiated Yuki's sexual urges. A crazy plan formed in my mind. I felt certain the plan would work if I could pull it off, but I needed someone to help me. As luck would have it, I'd be speaking to this exact right person tomorrow morning.

I wasn't looking forward to my Sunday meeting with Tsuruya. I didn't dread it either. Securely bound and suspended from the ceiling by her ankles, her long hair brushing the dungeon floor, Tsuruya's struggling nude form glowed like a work of art in my imagination. My hand tightened around an imaginary horsewhip.

But after a full day of mind-blowing, incredible sex — most of it in public — who wants to go back to merely exceptional sex? Especially with someone who got off on being abused? Okay, sure, I got off on abusing her, but now the prospect didn't thrill me as much. Tsuruya's creative insults didn't wine me up like they usually did.

After another successful Mop Club meeting, my dick emitted more sexual radioactivity than ever. Last time it speared Tsuruya's ass, it nearly sent her into a coma. She skipped school for a couple days, exhausted in bed.

I could have limited our sessions to only torture, but she needed more. Getting fucked by my magic dick balanced out the discomfort and created the sublime mixture of pleasure and pain she'd gotten addicted to.

I really didn't want to fuck and beat her, but a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.

I arrived at the Toyohara Love Hotel at 9:45 AM, a few minutes early.

"Miss Jones is awaiting your arrival." Kobi, the hotel's manager, offered me the room key. "Will you be needing anything else?"

"Now that you mention it, I might."

Hotel manager Kobi, who I'd learned to respect as the consummate professional, bowed. "How can I be of service?"

"Have you ever had anyone ask to have a cast made of a body part?"

"Of, course. Your request is more common than you may have guessed. We partner with a vendor that provides that service in-house. Would you like me to send someone over?"

"I would."

Kobi pulled out a notepad. "Will the cast be a gift for Miss Jones?"

"It will, among others."

"And the body part we'll be casting…?" He glanced down at my zipper.

"You read my mind."

"Someone will stop by within the hour."

"Excellent. When they arrive, can you ask them to bring me some roses?"

"Of, course."

I walked away, then stopped and turned back. "Will the person casting me be a man or a woman?"

"What would you prefer?"

"A male… a straight male."

"We'll be happy to accommodate your request."

When I entered the S&M room, an unclothed Tsuruya sat on her usual stool in the corner with her legs tightly crossed and her arms hugging her chest. The hair tied in a bun atop her head seemed as tightly wound as she was. "Look, Boss, this may sound nuts, but your dick is starting to scare me."

"My dick scares you?" I waved my hand about the room. "Not the whips or clamps or paddles or any of these machines?"

She shot me a defiant grin. "Since I'm only getting tuned-up by a pussy like you, they're a piece of cake."

That's why I love this girl. I suppressed a smile and pointed to my zipper. "Do you want it?"

"More than life itself. That's the problem."

"Will it break our relationship?"

"You're all I can think about. You… and him, of course. It's getting out of hand."

"I think I can fix this… you know… our problem."

She nodded. "Okay."

I grabbed a coil of rope, led her to the center of the room, and tied her wrists to the end loop of a winch cable. Pressing the red wall-mounted button engaged the winch and pulled her wrists skyward until she stood on her tiptoes. Moments later, a leather blindfold covered her eyes and a red ballgag stuffed her mouth.

"I won't let you see him today," I said. "That may help."

I blasted the hard rock station playing on the radio, shed my clothes, and graciously lubed my erection. Then I stepped up behind her, lifted her left leg, and plunged my rod deep into her ass. As expected, she convulsed as multiple orgasms wracked her body. After filling her colon with seed, I mitigated the pleasure of my magic manhood with a dozen firm paddle swats to the butt as she twisted her body in a failed effort to dodge them. The swats helped, but the pleasure overdose still left Tsuruya a shuddering mess.

Someone knocked on the door. Perfect timing. I tied Tsuruya's ankles together, pulled a leather hood over her head, and fastened nipple clamps on her breasts. "You need a break," I shouted over the radio's blare.

I pulled on a robe and strolled to the foyer. When I opened the door, a gray-haired gentleman hefting a large wooden case handed me a bouquet.

"Thank you," I said. "Can you do this somewhat quietly?"

He nodded and flashed me a thumbs up.

Making the cast near the hotel room door wasn't going to work for me if you know what I mean. I led the man to the main room where a gorgeous bound beauty dripped cum from her ass. The hood hid Tsuruya's identity and the loud music covered our minimal noise.

The man expertly mixed alginate in a long cylindrical container and asked me to fuck the mixture. The warm chemicals congealed around my shaft. When the mixture hardened to the perfect consistency, we eased the container off my rock hard dick and balls. He mouthed the words, How many?

I did some quick mental arithmetic and flashed him six fingers.

He nodded, put his stuff away, and quietly left the room.

I pulled off Tsuruya's hood and rubbed a rose against the nose extending through the triangle of the blindfold. After placing the stem of the rose against her chest between her breasts, I pushed her clamped nipples toward each other and connected them with a short chain.

"That looks amazing," I said. "No one models flowers as well as you." I let her hair bun down and placed more flowers in her long flowing mane.

Topping off my masterpiece — or maybe bottoming it — I inserted one last rose stem in her ass.

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I rode the train home from the Toyohara with high hopes. Something had to change, and I felt confident the universe had led me to the perfect out. As usual, I left Tsuruya a blubbering, sexually depleted mess — a very pretty mess covered with roses.

When I arrived at the front door of my house, someone's approach from the side startled me.

"I've been waiting for you all day." Ruma Stretta, dressed in torn jeans shorts and a tank top, clutched my arm. "I need a fix." The tattooed girl looked even more drawn and skinnier than I remembered, and her breath smelled of cigarette smoke.

"Hang on." I stepped inside and checked the house. As usual, my mom was working her weekend double shift, and it looked like my little sister was playing with a friend that lived a couple of doors down. "Come on in."

As soon as I closed the door, Ruma attacked me. She held me tight and welded her mouth onto mine for a kiss. "I need your cock. Now."

Seconds later, my dick filled her mouth.

After spending several hours cycling through my favorite sexual positions, Ruma lay on my bed, near-comatose, face down. I noticed a new addition to her right butt cheek.

"What's this?" My fingers stroked the fresh tattoo depicting a luminous erect penis set atop a balls base.

"I tried to describe him as good as I could. What do you think?"

"I have no words."

I helped her get dressed, walked her down the steps, and led her out the door.

"Will you be all right?" I asked.

"I think so. See you tomorrow? That is, if I make it out of bed."

"Sure."

My little sister scampered in right before I closed the door. Perfect timing.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"A friend."

"She sure likes to draw on her skin a lot."

"You have no idea," I said.

"I'm telling Miss Suzumiya."

"What would it take to bribe you?"

"Will you let me stay up late tonight?"

"You've got a deal. Brat."