A big thank you to all of you who are still reading and enjoying, and of course to Gaby for prereading.
This is one rough outtake to digest. It contains some scenes between Edward and Siobhan.
The trepidation while waiting for her to step into the room consumed Edward's body.
Mistress Siobhan had him waiting for longer than usual, which should have worried Edward, but worry was something he never felt around her. She always managed to wipe away his problems and make him feel safe.
After a particularly horrible day, Edward had messaged her that he needed her. She'd invited him over, and she hadn't spared a moment to admonish him for assuming she was free that afternoon.
The door of her Playroom opened, but Edward didn't break his stance to look up. Mistress Siobhan's high heels stopped by where he was kneeling. This very pair had jabbed him in the ribs a while ago when he'd moved during a flogging session.
"I have a present for you."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Oh, you might rethink that when you find out what the present is, sweetie." She lifted his head with a finger under his chin.
Edward noticed the device in her other hand. His eyes widened in wonder and excitement. They hadn't used cock cages, but they'd discussed them in passing.
"Of course, you're eager to test it," she said, amused. "I was hoping for a rational reaction out of you."
"Green, Mistress." So green, he thought to himself.
"Stand," she ordered, and Edward sprung to his feet so fast, he nearly gave himself whiplash. Her hands immediately dropped to his dick, working on caging him.
Edward had to admit that it wasn't the best feeling in the world, but it wasn't made to feel comfortable. He was curious what his mistress had in plan for him, while he was locked up.
She squeezed his balls when she was done, making him wince. She cupped his cheek, before backhanding him so hard, his head turned to the side.
"That's for ruining my afternoon plans."
Edward gulped, realizing he was in big trouble.
She dragged him to the pulley system, tying his arms up, until he was tilting precautiously on his tiptoes. Edward watched as Mistress Siobhan brought over his favorite whip.
"Count them with me, sweetie."
The first lash had Edward nearly toppling over as it cut over the small of his back. "One, Mistress."
The second one came over the back his thighs, grazing his balls, making him hiss. "Two, Mistress."
She alternated in covering his back and ass in lashes, while Edward worked hard on keeping track of his counting. He knew what happened if he messed it up. The worst part was that his dick was constricted and it couldn't grow, which hurt like nothing he'd experienced so far.
A particularly angry whip lash on his thigh, made him jump. "Twenty, Mistress. Uh, twenty-one."
"Are you losing track, sweetie?"
"No, Mistress," he breathed out.
"I hope so. Your ass is already red." She slapped her hand over his heated skin, squeezing the flesh. "How badly do you want to come?"
Edward gulped. "One out of ten? Fifty, Mistress."
"Are you getting cheeky with me?" Her whip landed on his back, biting against his shoulder, making Edward tilt forward, squeezing his eyes shut. "Twenty-two, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."
She wrapped an arm around his waist, as she untied his hands. "Make me come, and I'll consider milking you."
Edward sank to his knees, lifting her short leather skirt to find she was naked underneath. He dove for her wetness, without further prompting. Her fingers grabbed his hair, holding onto it tightly, as she moaned loudly.
Edward doubted he'd ever get used to knowing that he was able to bring her pleasure. It didn't take long for her to fall apart on his tongue.
"Go, bend over the bed," she commanded.
Edward already knew what she planned on doing. He wasn't a particular fan on having anything shoved up his ass, but no orgasm compared to the ones his mistress extracted from him when touching his prostate.
Edward jumped, startled, when her lubed finger traced his hole, stretching him. Edward knew better than to turn and check what she had planned for him, because she wouldn't bother with stretching him so carefully if she'd planned on using just her fingers. She had a toy ready for him.
When Edward was sure his dick was going to explode inside the cage from being unable to fill properly, Mistress Siobhan inserted the toy. It had to be one of the butt plugs.
"On your back."
Edward complied immediately. She straddled his legs, smiling mischievously, showing him a vibrator.
"You better think twice before whining that you need me on a day we aren't scheduled to meet."
Edward nodded, gulping.
She turned the vibrator on, pressing it against the cage.
"If I hear a sound from you, this stays on for a week," she threatened.
Edward bit back a groan, nodding again.
She moved the vibrator to the plug, keeping it there, until Edward was sure he was going to lose his mind. The plug touched the spot that usually set him off like nothing else, but being caged disabled him from shooting, and disobeying his mistress. She hadn't allowed him release yet.
She alternated between touching his caged dick and the plug in his ass with the vibrator, until Edward had no control over the groan of pleasure that erupted from his chest as cum dribbled from his dick. The vibrator was gone the instant he ejaculated, therefore ruining the already unsatisfying orgasm.
"Pathetic. Get dressed." She pulled the plug out, throwing it to the floor.
Edward's eyes shot to hers.
"Did you think I was joking about you wearing the cage for a week if you made some pathetic sound?"
"No, Mistress," he mumbled, heading to his clothes.
She wrapped a robe over her getup, leading him to the kitchen. "If you have trouble washing, let me know."
"Sure." Edward shifted on his feet, not used to the feeling of the cage, which was a lot more uncomfortable while wearing jeans. "I'm sorry for ruining your afternoon, Mistress."
"I didn't exactly have plans, and you know I always love having you here. Make sure you word your demands better the next time."
Edward nodded. "Uh, I can't stay." He pointed to the kettle she placed on the stove. They usually had tea after a session, discussing what had transpired.
"You were a mess," she said softly.
"I had a bad day. And the torture has just begun."
"I hope you're not referring to my cage as torture, sweetie."
"No, Mistress," he gasped. "The finals will probably have me live in your playroom."
"My door is open whenever you need me."
"Thank you." Edward went to her, kissing her cheek. Her spicy scent mingled with the smell of suede enveloped Edward. Her scent was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind during a scene when his senses were taken away. He might not know where the next blow would land, but he knew it was his mistress administrating the blows, and he trusted her implicitly not to hurt him.
She patted his cheek, smiling. "The key to that cage is a phone call away."
"I know, Mistress. I promise to be a good boy."
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Edward's exams found him rescheduling the meeting with his mistress, until his last exam, when he realized he'd been locked up in that damned cage for thirteen days. Washing hadn't been an issue, since the holes on the sides made it easy to access his dick.
After several drinks with his friends celebrating the end of the exams and therefore, the end of the first year of college, he went to his mistress's house. It was late at night, and he was aware he'd be in trouble, but in his inebriated state, he didn't care of the consequences.
She answered the door in a thin nightdress. Her violet eyes frosted, then she grabbed his wrist, pulling him inside, slamming the door shut.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I figured I'd drop by." Edward grinned widely, hoping that would absolve him some of the punishment.
"We've had this conversation. I'm not doing a scene with you if you're drunk, Edward!"
The first time he'd shown up drunk on her doorstep, only for Mistress Siobhan to shove him in the backseat of a cab and send him home, had been a hard kick to his ego. They'd talked about it the next day when he'd returned to apologize.
"I'm pleasantly buzzed," he retorted. "Come on, I've been caged for almost two weeks! My balls are the size of oranges!"
"Do I look like I care?" She glared at him. "I called you over at least three times in the past week! You kept saying that you were fine."
"I was. Well, I wasn't really, but school is my priority."
"Do you remember our talk about your safety when we started this? What you did was reckless! Especially for your first time locked!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
She towed him to the Playroom. Instead of leaving to change her clothes and give him time to assume his position, she undid his jeans, pushing them down his hips.
"Beautiful," she whispered, touching his balls softly.
Edward hissed, at how sensitive he was.
"Undress and go to the cross," she ordered softly.
Edward struggled a little with his shirt, nearly tripping over his pants, as he stepped out of his shoes and socks. Then, he padded to the cross, pressing his chest to it.
"No, face me."
He spun around. They rarely played with him facing her.
Mistress Siobhan worked on cuffing his wrists only, before petting his hair.
"It's imperious to not remind you that coming prematurely will have severe repercussions on your ass."
"I know, Mistress."
She unlocked the cage, making Edward hiss, shifting on his feet, ever so slightly.
"I had something new planned for you, but you've been a bad boy."
"Please, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Edward clenched his fists when she grabbed his sensitive dick, which was fully erect now.
"Do you still want my present? It's something you chose as a soft limit."
Edward loved testing his limits. "Yes, please. Please, Mistress."
She smirked, abandoning his side, and going to the wall she kept her whips. But instead of picking a whip, she reached for something Edward had been crazy to put as a soft limit. He should have put it under the hard limit column.
His mistress held the electric shock stick, clicking the power button as if to show him what it could do.
Edward shuddered at the sight.
"Color, sweetie?" She could see he was afraid of the device.
"Green, Mistress."
Holding eye-contact, she touched the stick to his side, before zapping him. Edward jerked away, whimpering.
"Color," she repeated.
"Green, Mistress. More." It hadn't been that bad. Just the initial shock.
She touched the stick near his erection. "Come," she commanded, before zapping at his groin area.
Edward shouted as he covered her nightdress in ribbons of cum. She kept zapping him throughout his orgasm, making Edward scream in pleasure, until what he felt turned to pain. She didn't stop.
And, he didn't tell her to stop. He actually enjoyed the way it was making him feel, until she blindfolded him. Edward anticipated the places she's touched him with the electric stick, but he never guessed right, and every time, it took him by surprise.
Mistress Siobhan wasn't even upset he kept squirming around, but she asked at even intervals if he was okay to continue. Edward begged her for more power.
She started pumping his dick, and right as he came again, she touched his stomach with the stick. The power was more intense, and she barely lifted the stick from his skin as she ran it over his chest and thighs.
Edward's body shook, and all he could do was scream, unable to tell her to stop. Being a sadist, she got off on his screams of pain. She even wrapped a hand around his throat.
Edward barely registered the stick touching his dick, because he blacked out.
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The sterile hospital room was a sight Edward didn't expect to see when he opened his eyes. His sister sitting at the foot of his bed, hands clasped on her lap, sobbing softly, was a sight Edward definitely didn't expect.
He must have made some noise as he tried to get up, because Rosalie's bloodshot eyes met his.
"Oh, Edward!" She clutched at his left hand, which had an IV tube attached to his wrist.
"What's going on?" he rasped.
His mind was a mess. All he could remember was enduring a punishment from Mistress Siobhan, then nothing.
"You can tell me, before Mom and Dad return," she said gently. "Did someone hurt you?"
"No," Edward snapped. He could feel a panic attack hitting him.
His mistress had failed to see he'd reached his limit, that he'd been unable to tell her to stop the scene.
Edward closed his eyes, ashamed of staring into his sister's wet, blue eyes. He could see behind his closed lids every whip lash Mistress Siobhan had administrated on his body. He remembered his shock at seeing scars appearing on his body. He probably had even more of those after their last session.
"Edward, you were in shock when you were brought in here, according to your doctor. You wouldn't stop screaming when they touched you to check if you were injured." Rosalie's soft voice made him cringe.
His mistress had done a number on his trust issues regarding people's intentions when they touched him. Edward had even lashed out on one of his friends the other week for clapping his back.
"I want to be alone," he mumbled, turning his head away, so she wouldn't see the tear slipping from the corner of his eye.
"I'm going to find our parents. Mom's out of her mind with worry for you. Dad's trying to stay in doctor mode, but I can see he's failing."
"Rose, please," he begged.
When the door shut after her, Edward choked out a sob.
It was the most difficult decision of his life, but he had to stop seeing Mistress Siobhan. Guilt ate at his insides as he imagined the reproachful look she'd give him when he told her they were over. Or perhaps, she wouldn't even care. Edward was aware that he wasn't the only one, though, he was her favorite.
He took a shuddering breath.
He wouldn't be able to face her. She'd always had that power over him, the power to make him choose wrong for himself.
It had to be a clean break.
Unfortunately, she knew where his dorm room was. Edward could still remember his roommate's surprise when Mistress Siobhan had paid him a visit. She had dismissed the other boys from the room, before taking Edward over her knee. Edward couldn't even remember what had upset her that day, or how she'd found out his accommodation at the university dorms.
Before he could work himself into yet another panic attack, the door opened again. His father stepped inside with a doctor. Edward could vaguely recall trying to punch that guy for touching his back, checking the extent of his injuries.
"Son," his dad said quietly, crossing the room in a few long strides. He sat next to Edward, but when he reached to hug him, Edward slammed his back against the pillows, leaning away.
"Don't," he mumbled. "Uh, they hurt," he lied, dragging his eyes to the other doctor. "I fell through a window some months ago." The lies tasted bitter on his tongue.
A muscle twitched in his dad's cheek. "Let's keep this between us. No need to upset your mom with your drinking problem."
Edward looked away, feeling his cheeks burning in shame.
"Please, allow Dr. Devon to check on your injuries. Then, I want to talk to you."
Edward nodded, bracing himself for the doctor's touch on his skin. The torture lasted for so long, Edward nearly found himself ready to call Red, which would have triggered a lot of questions.
Once Dr. Devon was gone, Edward fiddled with the IV tube. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. He'd never felt so small and stupid in his life.
In just one year away at college, he'd managed to do every bad thing a teenager would do once away from home. And then some.
"I'm going to arrange to move you out of the dorms immediately. Clearly, dorm life is a distraction and it interferes with your studies."
"Okay." Mistress Siobhan wouldn't be able to find him if he moved out of his dorm room. He'd only have to be careful and avoid the usual places she frequented.
Edward could live without his favorite coffee from the small café down her street. There were surely better bookstores than the one closest to the club he'd met her.
"I expected you to put up a fight," his dad said surprised.
"I figured everyone moves out after the first year," Edward shrugged.
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True to his word, Edward's dad found a small house available to rent. He told Edward to find himself a roommate to be able to afford the monthly fee, which made it painfully clear that his dad wanted him to find a small job, as well.
After a tearful goodbye to his family, Edward had to spend three days living on his own, until one of his flyers about a roomie was answered.
Edward was preparing his coffee, after another night plagued with bad dreams, when the doorbell rang.
No one had visited him yet, and it wasn't like his former roommates were exactly his friends. The new neighbors usually stayed away from college students renting in their neighborhood.
Absurdly worried that it was his mistress, Edward tiptoed to the door, ready to pretend he wasn't home if it was her. The bell rang again, as Edward walked slowly toward the entrance hallway. Then, just as he was about to look through the peephole, his cellphone started ringing.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. He pulled out the device, seeing an unknown number on the screen.
"I'm here for the roommate ad," a friendly voice called from the other side of the door, just as the phone stopped ringing.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Edward pulled the door open. The boy standing in front of him was definitely not the person Edward had in mind when he thought about who he'd share the small house.
The boy's longish blond hair was caught in a small pony tail at the back of his neck, he wore a studded leather vest over a ripped t-shirt, and his dark jeans had a long chain dangling from the side.
"I'm Jasper." The boy reached out to shake Edward's hand, smiling brightly.
Edward accepted the handshake. "Edward," he said. "Hi."
"Hi." Jasper's smile widened. "Is that room still available?"
"Uh, yeah. You're the first to come for it."
"First come, first served," Jasper joked. He had a Southern twang to his voice.
Edward chuckled, deciding he liked Jasper. "Come on in." He waved him inside.
It was when Jasper bent to gather the bags at his feet that Edward realized the boy had been sure about bringing his things. Jasper had a large duffle bag, a backpack, and a guitar case.
"You can leave your things over there." Edward pointed to a small nook behind the stairs. "I was just making come coffee."
"That sounds great! Do you mind if I use the bathroom? I just returned to Hanover earlier, came upon your flyer and decided to test my luck, since I had no other place to stay."
Edward showed him to the bathroom, before going back to finish the coffee.
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It took Edward several months to accept one of Jasper's party invites. Jasper kept going to some private party every other week. Edward hadn't considered his new roommate the partying type, which made him think Jasper wasn't attending the kind of parties Edward knew.
They took Jasper's motorbike to a large mansion on the outskirts of the town.
The moment they rolled through the gated compound, Edward knew exactly what kind of party Jasper was there for.
The outfits of the people milling the front yard and how some of them were kneeling next to their partners was all it took Edward to grip Jasper's shoulder hard.
"Turn around!"
It was probably the panic in his voice that made Jasper do as told, which surprised Edward. Edward wasn't sure how he kept his body upright on the bike during the ride home, but when they arrived, he stumbled inside the house, leaning against the entryway wall.
Jasper joined him, touching his shoulder. "Everything okay, man?"
Edward froze at being touched without any warning. Then he saw red, spinning around and slamming Jasper's back into the wall. "Don't. Touch. Me."
Jasper's eyes widened, but he held his head high. "I'm sorry, Edward."
Unlike anyone else who'd touched him in the past, Jasper seemed to know the right way to apologize.
"I'm sorry for springing this on you. I should have told you what sort of party I was inviting you to. I thought I read you correctly." Jasper shook his head, his eyes holding sorrow.
"And what exactly did you read?" Edward snapped, anger boiling in his blood for being faced with his worst nightmares.
The thought of the possibility for Mistress Siobhan to have been present at that party made Edward want to puke. He'd done a superb job at not running into her, and she hadn't attempted to contact him.
Once classes had started, Edward had even asked his former roommate if he'd seen the woman who used to visit him, but the boy had said he hadn't.
Jasper searched his eyes for a long time, before he talked, "You're a Dom, like me."
Edward took a couple steps back. An unknown feeling licked at his spine when he heard Jasper's words. Deep down, Edward was aware how true Jasper's words were, because his desire from the moment he'd stepped into that club, had been to dominate one of the girls. Him choosing wrong had him guessing his body knew better what he'd needed.
But ever since he'd stopped seeing his mistress, he replayed in his head many of their sessions, and he realized how much he'd have liked to have the upper hand, to be the one doing all those things. Not to her, because he couldn't bring himself to imagine their roles reversed, though, in his mind, there was a dark-haired woman kneeling at his feet.
Edward spun on his heel, heading to the hard liquor in the kitchen. He poured himself a full glass of whiskey, downing half of it, before Jasper joined him.
Edward glared out the window, not bothering to turn to Jasper.
"I subbed for a sadist for a year. She did a real number on me," Edward said quietly. "You're right, though." He slowly turned to face Jasper. Even though, the lights were off, Edward could clearly see the shock on his friend's face. "I'm a dominant."
A small smile played on Jasper's lips. "Have you ever played—"
Edward shook his head. "I hadn't done anything with me in control."
Jasper leaned against the small table, folding his arms. "Are you seeing anyone right now?" A worry-some thought crept into Edward's mind, and Jasper chuckled. "I'm only asking to know if you have someone to test this with."
"Uh, not exactly. I tried dating that girl the other week. Remember? The one I brought over a couple of times," Edward said, taking another gulp from his glass. "I guess she didn't like having her hands tied to the bed."
Jasper laughed. "See, you're doing it without even trying."
"If tying a girl's hands to the bed during sex is part of the BDSM lifestyle, then what I've done with my mistress is clearly something else," Edward chuckled nervously.
"It's part of who you are. I doubt men who aren't into this lifestyle think about restraining their girls during sex."
"They must have dull lives," Edward joked.
Jasper shrugged. "To each, their own."
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It took several more weeks for Edward to open up to Jasper about his time with Mistress Siobhan.
After several drinks for both of them, Jasper allowed Edward to do a session with him, understanding how much Edward needed to feel in control. They hadn't done anything sexual, only explored several floggers and paddles. At some point, Edward decided he trusted Jasper enough to show him how some toys were meant to induce only pain.
The following spring found them at another party Jasper had been invited to. Jasper introduced Edward to his mentor, Aaron Volturi.
Master Aro asked about Edward's type, and less than an hour later, Edward found himself in a room alone with his first Sub girl. He'd been worried that he was going to mess up, and she'd probably think he was some lousy Dom. But the moment he'd seen her kneeling at his feet, power surged through him, and he knew exactly how to act, he learned what she liked, and they had an amazing time.
That had been the moment when Edward discovered himself and who he truly was.
Thoughts?
One more outtake before we wrap up this baby.