Chapter 3: The Dom and the Sub meet
IchigoXOrihime
Disclaimer: I don' own Bleach.
Warning: BDSM! Lemon! Don't like, don't hate!
Several Weeks later….
Karakura High School
"Orihime, are you okay?" Tatsuki asked her friend, giving her a look of concern. "You've been limping a lot lately," she noted.
The orangette merely giggled. "It's alright. I just fell down the stairs and hurt my butt, that's all," she lied. One of her Mistress's favorite hobbies was to give her a brutal anal fucking and unfortunately for Orihime it showed every day as she limped off to school.
Still, Orihime enjoyed being a BDSM slave, or Doll as her Mistress put it. It gave her an odd sense of freedom that she'd never felt before. She'd learned so much about sex in the past few weeks that it was almost mindboggling. She knew she'd probably never go back to her old, naïve and innocent self anymore.
"Oh hey, Orihime!"
The girl turned to see Ichigo walking up to her, just as happy as he'd been for the past few months. It made Orihime smile to see Ichigo happy. "Hey, Ichigo. How've you been?"
"Okay, I guess," Ichigo said, giving a glance in the direction of the Rough House, not knowing that his friend was actually the club owner's plaything. "What have you been up to lately? I hardly see you after school anymore? Did you get a second job or something?"
Blushing, Orihime merely giggled. "Well, something like that. I just got a new hobby, that's all." She looked at the time and gasped. She really didn't want to be late; Madame Dominista always punished her whenever she was late. "Gotta go! I don't want to be late!"
Ichigo watched as Orihime took off and scratched his head. "Late for what?" he wondered out loud….
An hour later….
Madame Dominista's Rough House
Orihime lay on the couch in the front lobby, feeling tired. She'd managed to make it to the club on time but her Mistress was busy with bills so she had been left to her own devices. Orihime decided to play dress up for when her Mistress returned, wearing a black latex outfit that completely covered her body.
Just when Orihime was on the verge of falling asleep, she felt a hand on her shoulder." Falling asleep, Doll?" She looked up to see her Mistress smiling down at her. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Go down to the Black Room and I'll join you in a moment."
"Yes, Mistress." Orihime got up and headed down the stairs. Before she completely made it to the bottom, however, she heard the front door open and footsteps…and a voice she never, EVER thought she'd hear in this place.
"Oh, hey, Madame Dominista."
"Ichigo! Hello there, darling! Mila Rose has been waiting so patiently for you up in the Red Room." she heard Madame Dominista greet. Racing back up the stairs, Orihime stuck her head up out of the stairwell and her eyes widened to their limit. There, standing in the room and talking to her Mistress as if she was one of his friends, was Ichigo Kurosaki, the person she loved most.
'Oh my god! Ichigo comes here too?!' All of her fantasies came alive in her mind as she rattled that thought in her head. 'Oh no! What do I do if Ichigo finds out I'm here? He'll think I'm a pervert! Wait, I am a pervert…but I don't want him to know that!'
She immediately ran down the stairs and headed for the Black Room. Closing the door, she went to Madame Dominista's bedroom and lay down on the bed, her heart beating rapidly. "Ichigo comes here? But is he a Dom or a Sub?" she blushed at the idea that maybe a woman was dominating Ichigo. "No, Ichigo would never be a Sub. He'd be a Dom." Her blush deepened as she imagined what it would be like for Ichigo to dominate her.
Madame Dominista walked into the room and smiled, slipping off her black dress. As her smooth, ebony body became bare for her Doll to see, however, she noticed the distress in Orihime's eyes. "What's the matter, Doll? Don't tell me you're starting to have reservations about becoming my BDSM slave?" she said frowning.
"No. It's not that. I really enjoy being your pleasure toy," Orihime said smiling. "It's just…that boy from before. Was that Ichigo Kurosaki?"
"Yes," Madame Dominista answered, nodding her head. "He joined the club about five months ago in order to regain his sense of control. He's quite popular here."
"I see…." Orihime said looking away. It killed her to know that Ichigo had been with other women. But at the same time, the idea that Ichigo had a lot of experience with dominating others was a surprising turn-on. "Um…Madame Dominista? I…would like to make a request," she said, looking up at her mistress.
"What is it?" she asked. This was a first, her Doll making a request. "Does it have to do with Ichigo?"
"…Yes…."
The Next Day….
Madame Dominista's Rough House
As Ichigo entered the club, he was surprised to see Madame Dominista waiting for him in the front lobby. "Good afternoon, Madame Dominista," he greeted.
The woman flashed a seductive smile as she walked over to the boy. "Hello there, Ichigo. I can see that you're right on time." She patted his cheek, making him blush at the close proximity. "Ichigo, I've a present for you. You've been quite the playmate here so I've decided to reward you."
"A…reward?" Ichigo was a bit apprehensive of being given a gift from a BDSM master. "What is it?"
Taking him by the hand, Madame Dominista led him down the stairs to the Black Room. Ichigo started to sweat as she unlocked the menacing black door. He'd always wondered what Madame Dominista had in her special chambers, since she was the owner of the club after all, but he never imagined he'd get to see what the woman was keeping down here. He followed her down a hallway until they made it to the room at the end. "Ichigo, have I ever told you about my partners?" she asked, standing in front of the door.
"Not really," Ichigo admitted. "You're always at the desk when I come in," he said, forgetting about the one time he watched Madame Dominista lead a naked black-haired girl down the hallway. "Who are your partners?"
The dark-skinned woman flashed him a seductive grin. "Darling, please, I don't have partners. That would insinuate that I would submit myself to another's dominance. I have what I call Dolls, who I play with at my leisure. For a while, I was too caught up with keeping the club afloat so I've been neglectful of my own personal needs. However, recently I acquired a new doll who is just…" she tapped her chin as she thought about what word best described her sex slave. "Exquisite. Yesterday, she asked if she could be your partner for today. I was so touched by her wish that I decided to relent." She pulled out the key from the pocket of her black dress and unlocked the door. "So you may play with my Doll for today."
Ichigo was led into a bedroom, where a large king-sized bed with lavender silken sheets awaited him. As Madame Dominista turned up the brightness on the dim lamp, Ichigo saw a girl sitting on the bed. Already his mind started going into dark places when he saw her. She was sitting on her knees, her body bound by small, black ropes, her hands tied behind her back. Her head was obscured with a black latex mask, a small hole in the front giving her air.
Madame Dominista patted Ichigo on the shoulder. "Have fun, Ichigo." She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
Ichigo quickly got out of his clothes, dipping a knee onto the bed. "First, let's get that mask off of you." He was interested in knowing who Madame Dominista's doll was. The girl shivered as Ichigo undid the ties to the back of the mask and as gently as possible, Ichigo pulled off the latex mask…and almost died of a heart attack when he saw the face beneath it.
"…ORIHIME?!"
The revealed Orihime giggled at Ichigo's reaction. "Hi'ya, Ichigo!" Her cheeks pinkened when she took a good look at Ichigo's naked form, her eyes going downward for a minute. "I'm your slave for today!"
Ichigo had endured many shocking revelations in his life. The existence of Soul Reapers and the Soul Society. The betrayal of Ginjo and Xcution. Aizen mapping out his life. This…put all of them to shame. Ichigo's brain threatened to short-circuit from the sight of his classmate in front of him, bound in a cage of black ropes. "How…Orihime…" he couldn't even figure out what to say at that moment.
Continuing to giggle, Orihime smiled warmly at her friend. She could understand the shock he was feeling; she most certainly felt the same way when she discovered he came here. "I saw you yesterday and I wanted to be your partner."
Regaining his thoughts, Ichigo put his hands on his shoulders. "Orihime, what are you doing here?!" he gaped. His eyes kept glancing downwards to spy her breasts which were wrapped tightly by the black ropes. "This…this isn't a place for someone like you!"
Orihime looked at her friend confused. "But if that's so, why're you here?" she countered.
Ichigo stared at Orihime before realizing she had a point. Staring down at Orihime's body, Ichigo couldn't help but feel arousal start to build inside him from seeing her beautiful, naked body bound in front of him. "Okay…fair enough…" he nodded. "But…how come you're here as a BDSM slave?"
"Well…" Orihime quickly gave him the abridged version of how she came to be Madame Dominista's Doll, leaving out some of the more lewd parts of her training such as eating the woman out in front of a group of people.
"I see…" In response, Ichigo explained how he came to be a frequent visitor of the club. Orihime nodded, understanding the boy's need to regain his sense of control. Her shoulders ached from her bound arms but she ignored it as she stared lustfully at Ichigo's naked body. "Anyway, Ichigo, what do you want to do?" she asked, hoping that the boy wouldn't turn her away. "Madame Dominista gave you permission to play with me as much as you like." Giving an uncharacteristically seductive grin, she leaned forward until Ichigo could feel hot breath touch his ear. "You can do whatever you want to me…You can be gentle. You can be rough. I like both…."
The idea of Orihime, his sweet, innocent classmate and comrade offering herself to his dark, sexual desires had to have been the biggest turn-on Ichigo had ever felt in his life. Throwing caution to the wind, Ichigo reached forward and pulled Orihime's head into a bruising kiss. Orihime felt like she'd died and gone to heaven as Ichigo's tongue plundered her mouth.
Ichigo undid the knot keeping her wrists tied together, removed the ropes surrounding Orihime and pushed her onto her back. "Orihime, what's your safe word," he asked, remembering the rules of the club.
"Sora," Orihime said. Shivers ran down her spine when Ichigo tied her wrists and ankles to the straps at the four corners of the bed.
"Okay." Ichigo straddled her lap, his cock hardening as he felt her naked skin beneath him. He leaned down and gently caressed Orihime's face. Orihime hummed in pleasure as his thumb traced her lips. "From now on, Orihime, call me Master. Okay?"
Nodding, Orihime smiled up at her new Dom. "Yes, Master."
The shock of Orihime being into BDSM faded as Ichigo drank in the sight of his friend, helpless and in his grasp. "I'm gonna have to see just how much you've fallen, Orihime," Ichigo grinned before getting up. Spying a drawer near the wall that was labeled "TOYS" on it, Ichigo walked over to it and opened it up. Grabbing a few items, he walked over to Orihime and sat down on top of her. "Orihime, are you ready?"
"Yes, Master," Orihime said, happier than she'd ever felt, knowing she was about to have sex with Ichigo.
Nodding, Ichigo slipped a collar onto her neck and put a blindfold on her before sitting up, getting between her legs. He took a riding crop, one of his favorite tools and gently ran it across her breasts, his lips smiling as she sighed in ecstasy. Tracing her lips with the riding crop, he leaned down and whispered into her ear. "Orihime…" he said softly.
"Mmmmh, Ichigo…" Orihime whispered back, her loins heating up as she felt Ichigo's free hand trail up her inner thigh.
Smack!
Ichigo took delight in the slight yelp Orihime gave when he smacked her breast with the riding crop. "No, Orihime. You know that's not my name. You know that my name is Master to you. Now I have to punish you."
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Orihime's breath hitched as Ichigo hit her breasts, each strike to a different spot. "Do you want me to hit you harder?" Ichigo asked, caressing her cheek gently.
"Yes," Orihime said, her womanhood already dripping from the pleasurable pain. "Please hit me harder, Master."
Ichigo leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before he started to smack her breasts with the riding crop even harder, moving down to her stomach and thighs. Every sigh and moan that escaped Orihime's pink lips threatened to make Ichigo lose control of himself. He'd been with multiple women but seeing his innocent classmate moan in pleasure set his blood on fire.
"Ohhhh!" Orihime moaned as Ichigo's strikes moved closer and closer to her wet honeypot. "Master! That feels so good!"
Ichigo leaned down and cupped one of Orihime's breasts, teasing it with his tongue. Orihime bit her lip as Ichigo alternated between tender and punishing. "Orihime, remember, I haven't given you permission to cum yet," Ichigo warned when he sensed that Orihime was close to orgasm.
"I'm sorry, Master!" Orihime said, straining against her restraints. The urge to wrap her arms and legs around Ichigo's magnificently toned body was almost more than she could bear. "It feels so good!"
"It feels good, eh?" Ichigo teased as he dragged the riding crop down her belly towards her crotch. "Tell me, Orihime…does it feel good here?"
Smack!
Orihime arched her back and cried out heavenly when Ichigo smacked her womanhood, her toes curling as the pleasure sparked through her spine. "Ohhhhh! Master! MASTERRRR!" she shrieked as Ichigo kept smacking her pussy with the riding crop, each hit harder than the last. Against her will, Orihime's body yielded to Ichigo's treatment, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her pussy gushed. Orihime lay beneath him, panting for breath when Ichigo smacked her cheek with the crop, making her yelp at her stinging cheek.
"Now, Orihime," Ichigo teased as he tossed the toy to the side. Pinching Orihime's nipples with his fingers, he stretched her breasts out, his smile widening as Orihime gasped and moaned. "I didn't give you permission to cum, did I?"
"No, Master. Please punish me," Orihime pleaded, her lips giving him a knowing smile. "I've been a bad slave."
This new side of Orihime turned Ichigo on like never before. He leaned forward and kissed her soft lips before undoing her restraints. "Roll over and stick your butt out," he commanded. When Orihime did as he commanded, he reached for another of his tools. "Did Madame Dominista train your ass, Orihime?" he asked out of curiosity.
"Yes, Master," Orihime replied. "Mistress trained my entire body. Are you going to punish my butt?" She wished she could see Ichigo's expression but the blindfold prevented her from seeing Ichigo's perverted smirk.
Grabbing hold of an anal-plug, Ichigo teased Orihime's backdoor. "It seems she didn't train you enough to not cum without permission."
"Guh!" Orihime groaned as Ichigo pushed the plug into her asshole. Though she was used to the feel of having an object in her derriere Orihime still moaned at the sensation. 'Ichigo's doing what he wants to my dirty body. I can't get any more turned on…' she thought lewdly before gasping in surprise when Ichigo pumped three fingers into her pussy. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets as Ichigo vigorously fingered her. "Master! That feels so good!" To further drive Orihime wild, Ichigo took the anal plug in her ass and started to twist it, stirring up Orihime's insides. Having the boy she loved playing with her holes was such a turn-on for her that she could feel another orgasm starting to build inside her.
Seeing Orihime bend to his will, Ichigo reached for her and dragged his nails down her smooth back, adding to the scratch marks and other signs of submission Madame Dominista gave her. Taking his fingers out of her cunt, Ichigo slickened his cock with her juices before getting up onto his knees. Taking some rope, Ichigo grabbed Orihime's wrists and bound them behind her back. Sitting back on his haunches, Ichigo stroked his cock while smiling. "Orihime, since you're such a obedient Sub, you should do the work," he said.
Understanding his point, Orihime sat up and leaned backwards, pressing her round rump against Ichigo's lap. Blind and bound, Orihime groaned as she pushed herself down onto Ichigo's cock. For the first time Orihime tasted with her lower mouth the flesh of a man. Ichigo rolled his head back and sighed in ecstasy . Orihime's ass pressed against Ichigo's hips before she started to bounce on Ichigo's cock, her breasts jiggling as she took Ichigo deep inside her. To Orihime it was a dream come true, feeling Ichigo inside of her. 'I'm riding Ichigo's cock. Nothing compares to this feeling!'
Ichigo let out a moan of pleasure as Orihime rode him. He watched as Orihime's ass rippled with each smack to his hips. Wanting to feel Orihime submit to him further, Ichigo took hold of her hair and pulled on it like a horse's reins. Spurred on by Ichigo's pulling, Orihime bounced on Ichigo's cock faster. Ichigo reached around and cupped her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple.
"Ah! Master! You're so big inside me!" Orihime moaned, riding Ichigo's cock like it was her last day on Earth. Her back arched as Ichigo pulled harder on her hair. Orihime rolled her hips, moaning as Ichigo's cock rubbed against her G-spot.
"You feel good, Orihime," Ichigo said, letting go of her hair. He cupped her breasts with both hands and fondled her soft tits as he nibbled on her shoulder tenderly. "Are you about to cum?"
"Yes!" Orihime shrieked, her toes curling as that familiar sensation began to build again inside of her. "Master! Please let me cum! I need to cum!"
Aroused by how far Orihime had fallen, Ichigo nibbled on her earlobe while pinching her nipples again, his smirk widening as Orihime tightened around him. "Go ahead, Orihime. Cum for me!"
As if on command, Orihime threw her head back and moaned to the ceiling as she came, her hole tightening around Ichigo's cock before gushing all over his lap. Ichigo held her tightly as she came around him, her walls choking his cock. Were it not for the endurance he'd built up he would've cum right away.
Once Orihime had come down from him, Ichigo freed her wrists and removed her blindfold. Ordering her to get off his lap, Ichigo stood up on the bed and looked down at Orihime while stroking his cock. "Beg for it, Orihime," he commanded, his balls tightening up as he felt his orgasm build up.
Getting on her knees, Orihime looked up at Ichigo with pleading eyes while sticking her tongue out, her heart racing from what she was doing. "Please, Master! Please give me your cum!" she begged. "Please cover this Doll's face with your cum!"
The sight of Orihime at his feet, looking up at him with pleading eyes while begging for him to cum all over her face sent Ichigo over the edge. "Fuck!" he groaned as he felt the hot rush surge towards the tip of his cock. "Ahhh!" he cried out as he released his load all over Orihime's face. Orihime sighed as if her dreams had all come true as Ichigo painted her face with white spunk, tasting it as a rope of spunk landed on her tongue. His energy spent, Ichigo sat down on the bed and panted, coming down from his high. Seeing Orihime's dirty face, Ichigo grabbed a rag from a nightstand and cleaned up her face. "You okay, Orihime? I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"
Orihime beamed with pride. "Nope! That felt amazing! You were so gentle yet so rough. I loved it," she said with a happy face.
Smiling back, Ichigo hugged Orihime and the two lay on the bed together. "You were amazing as a Sub, Orihime. I've never seen this side of you before. I kinda like it," he said chuckling.
"Likewise, Ichigo," Orihime said as she snuggled with Ichigo. She kissed his cheek and reached for the anal plug still inside her before deciding to leave it; it felt better this way. "You're so dominant and strong. I thought I was going to melt away…" she sighed, laying her head on his chest before a thought came to her. "Um…Ichigo?"
"Yeah?"
"I know that what we did was weird to most other people but…I wouldn't mind it if…you were my Master, inside the club and outside. So…would you like to go out with me?" she asked, fearing that Ichigo's lust prevented him from having an actual relationship.
To her surprise, Ichigo kissed her forehead and nodded. "I'd love to. We can have dinner this weekend. And then…" he reached around her to grab the anal-plug and twisted it, making Orihime gasp. "You can show me what Madame Dominista has been teaching you afterwards."
"Teehee! I can't wait!" Orihime giggled.
The two were interrupted when Madame Dominista walked into the room. It was clear to the two that they weren't the only ones having fun when they saw her black leather outfit and her sweaty face. "Well now, don't you two look like so romantic?" the dark-skinned woman teased. "I take it you've stolen my Doll away from me, Ichigo?" she asked with a smile.
Hugging Ichigo, Orihime looked at her Mistress with happy eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress, but I think I found the one I want to dominate me forever."
Chuckling, Madame Dominista sat down at the foot of the bed. "Well, far be it from me to deny two young friends a blooming romance, I release you from your contract, Orihime. If you are ever in the mood for some fun, my club is always welcome to you." Looking at Ichigo, she gave him a chilling smile. "The same for you, Ichigo. It would be a thrill to toy around with your body," she said, licking her lips.
Giving a nervous chuckle, Ichigo nodded. "Thanks but no thanks, Madame Dominista. But are you really letting Orihime go just like that?"
"Just like that, Ichigo," the BDSM master replied. "My Dolls have freedom of choice. They can end their partnership with me whenever they feel like it. Orihime is a fine Doll but luckily for me while you two were busy having fun I found a new Doll to play with. So it's no fuss." Getting up, Madame Dominista walked towards the door. Turning around, she winked at the two. "Au revoir, Ichigo, Orihime," she said before leaving. Turning back to each other, Ichigo and Orihime lay on the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, the Submissive Orihime having found her true master in her best friend.
Madame Dominista walked down the hallway towards another room and smiled while opening the door. Orihime was a jewel, to be sure, but she may have just found the diamond in the rough. Inside the room was a woman suspended by chains wrapped around her wrists, her feet dangling off the floor. Vibrators buzzed in both holes while pins with weights tortured her breasts. The woman moaned through a ball-gag while her body was assaulted with pure pleasure.
Picking up a whip, Madame Dominista undid the ball-gag and smiled. "Are you ready to continue your training, Miss Odelschwanck?"
The green-haired Arrancar, borrowing a Gigai Kisuke gave her, nodded and smiled. "I'm ready, Mistress…."
The End
