Checklist J, K, L
Chapter 6
Thanks to the announcement of the game, Las Palmas was as full as she’d ever seen it.
Not that she could see all that well, but the glimpses she did get verified what she could hear—plenty of people to go with all those voices.
When she’d been topping, she’d known the face and name of every sub, but that had been several years ago at this point. People changed, as did the population of the club, but she knew a handful of other members well enough to know their names and say hello.
How many of those acquaintances were watching her now? Were they shocked to see her so delicately bound and being led by a leash?
She and Grif were walking slowly—necessary given her limited vision and bare feet. The outdoor spaces of the club were one of the reasons Las Palmas didn’t have a “stiletto or bare feet” rule for submissives, which was relatively common in other clubs.
Each step caused the chains to click and jangle together in a delicate symphony. And with every breath, the chain he’d wrapped around her pulled just tight enough against her clit to make her aware of it, but not tight enough to be painful—which she would have welcomed—or loose enough to be ignored.
They finally settled down in the courtyard of the Sub Rosa Court, so named for the wild desert roses that climbed the support posts and created a canopy overhead, woven in and out of the pergola-like beams that provided partial covering to the courtyard. Though they had very little scent, she caught glimpses of the small, pale flowers and from that knew where they were.
Grif’s hands at her waist guided her to turn. When he pushed down, indicating she should sit, she instinctively reached for his shoulders to steady herself. She reached up and the chains attached to her cuffs pulled taught, jerking on the other chains wrapped around her body.
She yelped and wobbled, the ball gag dropping from her mouth. For a terrible moment, she thought she would fall over. Her legs were free, but if she fell she wasn’t sure she’d be able to catch herself with her hobbled arms.
Grif was there, one arm coming around her back, pulling her against his chest. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmured.
“I forgot.” She let her temple rest against his jaw.
“About the wrist chains?”
“Yes.”
“Did you hurt yourself?”
“No. Well, not in a bad way, Master.” Both the plug and nipple cages had jerked when she reached out. Her right nipple was throbbing just enough to make her hate the stupid cages anew.
His lips fluttered against her cheek. “I wish I had the words to tell you how hearing that makes me feel.”
“When I call you Master?”
“Yes.”
There was a reason she hadn’t done it before. A reason that no longer seemed important.
“Ready to sit, Minx?”
“Yes, Master.”
Grif eased her away from his body, once more holding her hips. She grabbed his forearms and blindly lowered herself. It was a good thing he was holding her, because she sank down further than she’d anticipated. Her butt came to rest on a low stool, not a chair.
“Spread your legs and slide your feet back. I want your ankles on either side of the footstool.”
It took a moment—and his help—before she was in position. Her knees were spread, legs folded up almost as if she were crouching—knees and ankles bent, her toes on the flagstone of the terrace.
Grif’s hands slid under all that chain, his wide palm stroking her stomach. She had a brief moment of self-consciousness. Sitting like this was going to give her a little stomach pooch. She probably looked unattractive, and she should always do her best to be visually pleasing.
Davina frowned, the thought jarring, twin spikes of self-loathing and anxiety piercing her serenity.
She shook it off. This was Grif. He’d seen her, touched her, every way there was. He knew her body as well as she did, in some ways maybe even better. He knew that no one could sit like this and not have a roll or two somewhere.
So why was she all of a sudden worried and self-conscious?
Chains shifted, and she felt tugs at her throat and nipples.
“I’m switching things up a little. Now that you’re sitting, I want to add to the bondage.” His hand followed the line of her leg down to her right foot. He tapped her instep. “Up.”
Shifting her weight she managed to raise her knee enough to lift her right foot off the ground.
Grif looped chain around her big toe, fastening it back on itself.
“Toe tie?” she asked softly.
“Connected to the nipple cages.”
He repeated the process on the other side.
Minus the sensation of having something around each big toe, she didn’t feel any new or additional tension. As long as she didn’t move, she’d be fine.
It was only then that she realized her seated position meant he had limited access to her pussy and ass. When they’d started this scene, and she’d seen the chair, one of her first thoughts had been hoping she wouldn’t be sitting on it.
“Let’s take this off for a while.” Grif removed the blindfold portions of the headpiece, while leaving the chain circlet around her head.
She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision, then glanced around. This was considered the quietest of the courtyards, with only a small “stage” area, and plenty of intimate seating arrangements tucked amid winding paths and lovely desert landscaping.
facing an expensive outdoor armchair of dark wood, with cushions made of the same material as
the chain glinted in the illumination from artistically placed landscape lighting and the remnants of dusk that filtered through the
dress, it was emotionally heavier. Perhaps it was because unlike rope, this required more of her—she had to stay still and
women on the covers of 1970’s sci-fi novels, but the comparison was apt. She looked more like
You’re calling him
tendrils of India ink spreading across the
uneasily, listening to the
and the voice
knees and the edge of the chair and took a seat, perched forward so that his knees were between hers, forcing her legs
her tongue, the little flare of pain
That brought his head and shoulders forward, until he was close enough that if she tipped her head up and stretched, she could kiss him.
so sexy as he reached out and touched first her collar, then the circlet around her head.
woman on the cover of an
bit like that. But this is sort of like a crown,
called princess, but it
feel a little bit better about
smack her in the face. The movement pulled on her nipples, and the chain on her pussy pulled tight. She couldn’t see his face, even if she tipped her
Grif carefully reached one hand into the fabric, grasping his cock as he awkwardly shoved at his pants with
“May I help, Master?”
can reach. Don’t
fingers into the pockets. While he held his cock,
ever seen him, and wet with precome. If he’d been wearing light colored slacks—anything with thinner
affected he was. This was something different—a sort of visceral pleasure far
was
“Open.”
mouth and Grif guided the head of his cock between her lips. It was hardly the first time she’d given him head, but, like everything else, it felt different. He started to press in, filling her mouth, forcing her tongue back,
was around his cock as he pressed
had to kneel on a cushion. Seated on the footstool her head was lower than
the underside,” he
was a good thing too, because if she’d thought about it too hard, she might have been embarrassed that
of sub who needed to be ordered to do every little
the bottom of his cock with the tip of her tongue. He held still to let her
face,” he growled. “I’m going to use you, fuck you.” The words were hard and
and certainly couldn’t say anything. Instead she licked his
she managed before he
ears, muffling the sounds of the busy club. She closed
onto his cock. She gagged, but he didn’t stop, not until her nose was against his body, the scent of him—male musk and need—in her nose. She swallowed around the head
was blind, deaf, and mute. All she had was
off his cock, moving her head while his hips stayed still. She inhaled through her nose when she could, taking two quick deep breaths before he invaded her mouth and
just inside her lower lip, then slide down her chin. She swallowed around him, her throat protesting the size of the invader,
and penetration. Again he thrust in deep, holding her head in place so she had no choice but to accept him. To
inhaled noisily when he drew back. When she exhaled, it came out as a little
minx,” he
of her throat before quickly retreating. Now they were moving fast, her head bobbing on his cock, the chains draped around her body clinking rhythmically as he found a pace that pleased him. The chain he’d placed between her pussy lips was pulling
start Davina realized she was close to coming—the direct stimulation of the chain on her clit was going to be enough to push her
withdrew, she mumbled, “May I
understood her, or simply guessed, he responded
short, harsh,
aroused by his denial—despite the fact that orgasm denial wasn’t normally part
stopped your orgasm. This isn’t good. This isn’t who you are now. Who you
only partially muted when he fucked into
and instead of an easy, if quick, rhythm, the face fucking now felt buffeted and off-pace. She was
stabbed the back of her throat making her gag once more. She pressed back against his hands, and was desperately relieved when he let her withdraw far
held her there, fingers rhythmically massaging her scalp as his cock pulsed and twitched. Some of
mouth. She opened her eyes. He was
finger under her
She obeyed.
shucked them before sitting.
her, stern and serious, his cheeks flushed. There was no sign of pleasure or relaxed satisfaction. Instead there was wonderful arrogance in the set of
Her Master.
his crotch and his softening cock. She saw his arm move, his hand coming into her line of sight. He reached between her spread legs. “Lean back,”
her hands on the sides of the stool, just behind her hips. The posture put pressure on all the chains—her nipples were pulled from all sides, the even tension making sure the bars didn’t stretch or rip her skin, but also accentuating how much she wanted her nipples touched and played with. She loved nipple play. It was one of the reasons she’d gotten her nipples pierced, and yet the fact they were
along the right side of her clit, the links feeling huge though
his thumb over her clit and started to
going to come for me,”
“Yes, Master.”
“Come. Now.”
exchange encased within those two syllables, that made her teeth clench, her muscles tight. It wasn’t a slow, relaxed orgasm, the kind that took a woman by surprise. She came because she’d been given a command, and she would obey. She focused on the feeling of his thumb on her clit, of the collar at her
toes flattening and splaying as she pressed her feet down hard. Grif kept going, kept rotating
Davina slumped, panting. That was quickly followed by a whimper as he kept touching her now
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