If you want to find out how you can help support me and read stories and chapters not included here, please visit.
Available chapters on Pa treon: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
pa treon .com(slash)lovelab (remove the space)
Tracey was kneeling on a hard floor in the middle of a room in Harry's quarters. Her hands and head were placed in a magical structure that severely restricted her movements. She didn't even know such a spell existed, but Harry was a master at it. Metal clamps connected by a chain compressed her nipples. Harry was standing at a table on which candles were burning. Tracey guessed what he was up to. She didn't like it at all.
It had been three weeks since the meeting at the inn, since Tracey had begun to "fulfill" the agreement. During this time, they met several times, but it was already held at Harry's quarters. On the one hand, it suited Tracey, because thanks to this she did not have to put up with the mocking smiles of the hotel staff, but there was a considerable risk that Daphne would decide to visit her boyfriend unexpectedly. And even if that doesn't happen, she might end up adding two to two and realize that Tracey's absence and Harry's unavailability are connected in time. Tracey wondered several times whether she should try to end it all while nothing bad had happened yet, but, as soon as she remembered how smiling Daphne had been in recent days, how she literally radiated happiness, she gave up. Harry has so far treated her superbly. He has fully lived up to his end of the bargain. Contrary to Tracey's secret hopes, he has not lost control of himself when he has been with Daphne.
As for their encounters, Harry became a bit more cautious after the first shock. He wasn't gentle (she didn't expect him to be, nor did she even want him to be), but still he held back a bit. It surprised her he had so far limited himself to using her mouth only. She could see he was afraid of overdoing it again. That's not to say that nothing had changed in those three weeks. Harry had introduced into their encounters some elements of what he called "parenting", so far limited to spanking and clapping, but Tracey thought it was due to caution rather than lack of fantasy. She was right.
Harry took the candle in his hand, looked Tracey straight in the eyes, and started walking toward her. She did not even flinch, calmly waiting for him to approach. Meanwhile, he did not take his eyes off her. When he finally reached his destination, he stopped for a moment to inspect her. He watched her with a slight smile, but when she became impatient and squirmed, he reacted immediately. With a flick of one hand, he grabbed the chain and pulled it tightly to himself, while pouring wax from the candle on Tracey. She failed to suppress a scream.
"Fuck!"
Harry smiled and quipped,
"Not nice, oh not nice. Good girls do not use such words. I think I have to punish you."
Tracey tensed up internally expecting that he was about to take care of her ass, meanwhile he returned to the table and took two more candles from it. She clenched her teeth. Harry stood over her again and, in one smooth motion, poured the heated wax over her breasts. This time she restricted herself only to a moan, which had a distinctly stimulating effect on Harry as his penis reached its full length. He looked at Tracey and said,
"Well, you can learn something, after all. Now let's test your ability to learn in another area."
Tracey sighed. For the first week after meeting at the hotel Harry was content with her doing him good with her mouth, they exchanged almost no words between them, but then he became a bit more demanding and demanded, for example, that she loudly count the spankings administered to her Now, however, he expected something different. She had already uttered the formula he expected several times, and each time it seemed idiotic and artificial to her, but oh well, if that's what he wanted... So she took in the air in her lungs and began.
"Master... let your slave... give you pleasure" it sounded as artificial and moronic as before. Despite the circumstances, she struggled to restrain herself from laughing.
"I could use more enthusiasm," croaked Harry, "but so be it."
Tracey wordlessly worked. Over the past weeks, she had figured out what he liked best. So, without hesitation, she took the first one, then the other testicle into her mouth, sucked on it for a while, then moved her lips toward his member. With practice, she no longer had so much trouble with its size, so she wasted no time and immediately took it deeply. She energetically moved her head back and forth, each time taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. All the time, she maintained eye contact with him. It would have been all bearable if it weren't for the fucking clamps and the spell in which he trapped her hands. She somehow managed, and after a few moments, Harry's entire penis disappeared into her mouth. With no initiative, he just stood and stared at her, and more and more pleasure was painted in his eyes. She knew from experience that he was already close; she showed off a little and held her head against his crotch for about 15 seconds. When she finally pulled it back to take a breath, he surprised her by taking his member out of reach of her mouth. Surprised, she looked at him questioningly, noting with satisfaction that he was breathing very hard. He struggled to stop himself from shooting out.
"Well, there you go," he said in an exultant voice. "You're getting better at it."
Tracey noted with dismay that she felt a stab of pride at hearing his words.
Meanwhile, Harry approached the table and said to her,
"Come here."
Moving with her hands placed in the spell (they were going numb) and the clamps, the pressure of which was very noticeable every time the chain moved, was neither easy nor pleasant, but somehow she managed, Harry took something from the table - a metal gag with an open end, resembling the shape of the letter "O". Tracey guessed what he wanted to use it for.
"After all, I didn't bite you," she blurted.
"I know," he nodded, "but I'm not sure you can keep from biting at what I'm about to do to you."
She didn't like what he said. She disliked it very much. But she allowed herself to wear the damn gag, the metal ring effectively preventing her from closing her mouth. This time, Harry took a more active role. He put his right hand on Tracey's head, pushed his penis into her mouth, and fucked her mouth with violent movements. With his other hand, he reached for one candle still on the table. He bent it over her back. A few drops of heated wax fell on it, which hissed upon contact with her skin. She felt like her entire body was on fire. If she could have, she would have clenched her teeth, but she had to let Harry do whatever he wanted. He took full advantage of this opportunity, thrusting his penis down her throat. Finally, with a loud cry of "Yeah!" he filled his mouth into hers, at the same time pouring the rest of the wax on her. If she could, she would have screamed in pain. He froze in that position for a moment, then pulled his member out of her mouth and removed the gag. She immediately started coughing, but kept his semen in her throat.
"Swallow it all!" he commanded.
She needed three sips for that, but she managed. Harry smiled, stroked her head, and said,
"Good girl."
In response, he received a murderous look. Despite Tracey's fatigue, she got at it. Harry finally released her hands, numb enough that they immediately fell to the ground, and she almost hit her head on the floor. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, then said,
"You can take a shower here."
Given the circumstances, he acted almost like a gentleman. Tracey nodded, not having the strength to respond out loud. After about five minutes, she gathered herself and headed for the bathroom. She decided that a hot shower would do her good. And it actually helped her a little. She was angry with herself. She was used to the pain (these tattoos weren't made of henna, after all), so she thought she should be able to stand the wax better. But the most important thing is that it prolonged Daphne's happiness. By how much? She wasn't sure. But she knew she had to be tougher next time.
Harry was pleased. He took a risk, and it paid off, but he didn't lose control. Tracey was great. She knew what to do and how to do it. She really learned quickly. But Harry felt he needed more. Yes, what happened is a good prelude to raising the stakes, to bid even higher. The sound of the bathroom door interrupted his train of thought opening. He watched in silence as Tracey put on her shoes, bestowing only a fleeting glance at him. He noticed she was uncertain and angry, but was relieved because he saw no trace in her eyes of what he had seen during their first meeting. He could plan his next moves.
—
Daphne, of course, was waiting for her. In recent days, she had been talking to her about one of two topics. Either she was engaged in telling what a meme Harry was and what a romantic thing he had come up with or, even worse, she was questioning Tracey about the "new boyfriend" she had made up to explain her absence. If it weren't because her friend had been walking around beaming all the time lately, I think Tracey would have fucked the consequences and would have confessed everything to her, and yes... she couldn't bring herself to do it. Daphne greeted her with a broad smile and an expectant question.
"How was it?"
Tracey shrugged her shoulders and answered in a neutral tone,
"Fine."
"That doesn't sound too good," Daphne remarked somewhat jokingly.
"Come on Daphne... I'm just tired."
"Aha!" said Daphne with a sassy smile on her face.
After a moment of silence, she spoke up again.
"You should introduce him to me."
"Okay mom," replied Tracey ironically. "I'll invite him to dinner soon and you can meet him."
"That's not what I mean," grinned Daphne, "you've just been dating for a month..."
"Three weeks," corrected Tracey.
"Okay, for three weeks. Maybe not a very long time, but a while, and you say nothing about him."
"I say nothing, because you talk about Harry all the time," countered Tracey.
Daphne blushed slightly at first, but then a smile blossomed on her face.
"I know... but... just... anyway, you know yourself. I just thought it would be possible to arrange a double date or something like that."
"Yes, there could be a problem with that," thought Tracey. She shrugged her shoulders and replied,
"It's too early to talk about it."
Daphne nodded, and ending the conversation, said,
"But if you ever want to talk about it, I'll be happy to listen to you."
Tracey, satisfied that the conversation was finally over, said,
"Thanks Daphne."
If you want to find out how you can help support me and read stories and chapters not included here, please visit.
Available chapters on Pa treon: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
pa treon .com(slash)lovelab (remove the space)
