Bella Bound!

Prologue:

Calvin Grange has shared an epic tale, a chronicle that began right here, focused on his bisexual journey starting at the age of seventy. Told in the first-person, and now at book-length, we hear his voice and feel exactly what he feels. It is raw and real, sometimes almost brutal and disconcerting, but always strangely sensitive and absolutely loving. Much like one should expect, given the emotional turmoil of significant change in one's life. He is still married to Victoria, but her life is also changing, and dramatically so. Calvin's first male lover Zach, a young Black man, ends up loving both husband and wife.

The first series "Bi Husband BBC Obsessed," told in 12 parts, shares that journey in detail that includes Calvin's new found love for gay-sex. The second series, "All In The Family," told in 5 Parts, brings Zach into their lives. For Victoria, her love for Zach meant her first threesome, a DP, and an earth-shattering anal-orgasm. The third series, "BBC Zach moves-in," told in 6 Parts, has Zach actually moving-in with Calvin and Victoria. This is serious stuff. As that move is in-progress, Zach brings home his Black potential-girlfriend Bella for dinner. What follows for Victoria, already smitten with Zach, is her first ever lesbian-sex with Bella, and a foursome that just flirts with bondage and the sting of the riding crop. Today's story, "Bella Bound," takes us straight into hardcore BDSM-sex between Calvin and Bella, and a love affair that takes all of them by surprise.

A gripping epic tale already, and a complex psychological, and sizzling sexual drama between all four that is impossible to categorize.

Please enjoy "Bella Bound!"

Bella Bound!

Time passed. At some point I seemed to understand that we needed to untangle, and Bella's blindfold and cuffs needed to be removed. Bodies needed to be showered, nourished, and readied for sleep. I was unsure how or even if, Bella had survived the assault. I worried about the red marks on her Black butt cheeks. Had it gone too far, or was it possible that it had not gone far enough?

"Beautiful lovers, it's late, let's get ready for bed!" I said with as much command as I could muster, my cock had finally quieted down, but remained in Bella's still nurturing mouth. Zach's cock, from my vantage point, seemed permanently imbedded in Bella's butt. Victoria looked serene with her head lying atop Zach's back, as Zach lay collapsed on Bella's sloppy wet back, and her arms bound at her wrists. Slowly, in sequence, the tangled crew began to untangle. Victoria up first, then Zach's torso followed making it clear that monster Black cock, even spent still was living-large deep inside Bella. Zach fumbled, and removed Bella's cuffs as I pulled off her blindfold. I lifted her head with both hands, and my flaccid white cock fell from her Black well-fucked, come-smeared face. Victoria couldn't resist lending a hand to assist Zach, in pulling his now only semi-hard Black cock out of Bella's unbelievably fucked-and-gaped butt. Victoria squealed at the sight, as come poured out of Bella's butt and onto the already drenched white towel.

"My God," I exclaimed. "What a first evening this turned into, welcome to our home Bella! I hope you are still alive?"

"Yes Master," Bella's first words in a good long while, and they were those special words. "I have never felt more welcomed. I love each of you so much, and you are 'My Master.' Thank you, and thank you Victoria, my lover! I need a shower. Where's Zachery, your cock is a wonder!"

"I'm right here Bella," Zach was on his feet, what an adonis. He leaned down and kissed Bella's face and mouth, right between my legs, and in doing so he also sucked my cock clean. What a gesture. Then like she weighed nothing, he flipped her over on her back and picked her up in one swoop. Cradled in his arms, she looked like a naked and well-fucked bride, being carried across the threshold. God what a threshold we all had already crossed.

Victoria and I gathered the gear, and that huge soaked towel, leaving those two in Zach's new master suite. We closed the door behind us, honestly not sure when or if we'd see them again, before morning. There was a feeling of closure, on a day to remember. Victoria showered in our master bath, I took a quick bath in the third bathroom, and soon sleep was our ultimate salvation.

All too soon, sun and my dog Atticus would bring us back to life. For a bit we resisted, but the needs of Atticus would win out. I left Victoria to snooze in the sunlit bedroom, and headed out for a sobering walk. The night came back, consuming my brain. What to make of it, and where on earth would it go from here? I felt I needed time alone with Bella, so much to share and so much that I truly had yet to digest. My experience as a Dom in the distant past, had always been one-on-one, an uncomplicated reality compared to the dynamics we all had to face now. Yes, I was unsure. Happy, sated, excited, but unsure. What is the recognized 'Master' to do under these circumstances? What communication had taken place over the night between Zach and Bella, and what lay ahead this morning?

There was Bella's new Mercedes in my driveway. I was glad to see it, as easily she could have left during the night. So I walked with my adoring Atticus, that simple act normalizing things, the sun itself bringing buoyancy and optimism. It was a very good walk, and upon opening my own front door the familiar aroma of dark roast Sumatra greeted me. Had Victoria actually gotten out of bed, when remaining would be so sweet and comforting? No, it was the healthy, happy, smiling faces of Zach and Bella that greeted me. Both were in bathrobes apparently preparing a breakfast for us. They had not known I was out walking the dog and assumed Victoria and I, the two 'old folks,' were still in bed.

Bella approached me and spoke first, "Good morning my Master!" My God, those words again, and now they were words that actually calmed me. Of course they were also exciting as always, but calming in a perfect way, suggesting that all had survived the night. She hugged me saying, "We thought you were both asleep, and hoped the smell of coffee brewing would allow you to wake up to this beautiful sunny day."

"Wonderful!" I said to Bella, "Go on in and wake your lover, though I'm sure she's already awake and just being lazy. As Zach already knows, the sun shines into that end of the house early. We were both awake, but I had to take Atticus out. She'll be glad to see your face no matter what. I'll join Zach, and prepare my routine Vegan breakfast. And thank you beautiful, coming back to the coffee brewing was perfect!"

"Master," Bella whispered. "I hope for some time alone with you. I'd like to talk." And with that she offered a kiss and a hug, her body obviously naked beneath that bathrobe, she made sure that her hard nipples communicated their presence. It was more than I had allowed myself to expect, and goodness, she wanted time alone. My cock jumped to life in my sweatpants. Now, time alone with Bella was my secret priority.

Hugging her back, I slipped my hands into the open top of the bathrobe and aggressively pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers for just a moment. Her knees buckled, her eyes closed, and a barely whispered moan hit my ears like a siren screaming out in lust. I wasn't sure what any of this meant, but I wanted her badly. Being cautious, I whispered back, "I want time alone Bella, indeed we do need to talk." And with that I scooted her toward the master bedroom and Victoria.

Aroused and afraid, I went into the kitchen greeting Zach with a hug, knowing he'd expect me to cop a healthy feel of his Black cock. So I did, saying, "How was your night son? Any specific plans for the day?"

"Pretty wonderful dad, though we were worn out and slept like babies, after a shower with that dream girl." He was clearly smitten, this was complicated. He continued, "And no, we both are clear, plans for the day and such things are for the Daddy of this house to decide. Bella is taken with the whole scene, and especially with her new Master." Good God, could it be true? Was Zach actually at peace with the lead I had only hoped for? No question that last evening, we were all swept away, and I had my way testing some limits with Bella, really using his monster Black cock as a tool in a theater of my design. For a moment I was reminded of that first night and then a whole weekend with Zach, never sure about my advances until it was so obvious no one could miss it. Could the same thing be playing out with Bella, but with a BDSM flavor? It was too beautiful to believe, and I wasn't going to take any of it for granted. Only an hour earlier, I'd been happily surprised to even see her car still here, thinking she could have had enough and left in the night.

As my mind was in an aroused fog, thinking at a hundred miles an hour, out came Bella and Victoria holding hands. Both now with open bathrobes flowing, breasts and bodies in full display, those giggles signaling something possibly grand. Everybody was all smiles, and we had a long and relaxed breakfast that totally avoided any sexual talk. I alone was semi-dressed, in sweatpants and running shoes, but all bathrobes were tied now and nobody was groping. With uncertainty, I detected a bit of physical distance between Zach and Bella, probably mostly because Bella and Victoria seemed the most connected. Still the need to talk with Bella alone loomed, and I proposed that Zach join his 'mother' for the planned Saturday morning grocery shopping. Victoria was only too happy to have Zach join her, and Zach was all smiles about the idea. Three would be a crowd in any case at T&C, but to be polite Victoria asked Bella if she wanted to come along. Perfect, Bella declined saying she felt lazy. So a quick change, and the two were off. Thank God!

I sat down on the couch, and without any prompting, Bella was practically in my lap. "Dying to hear your thoughts," I said, looking this beauty straight in the eyes. "How are you from yesterday's drama, and how are things with you and Zach?"

"I'm more than fine, swept away by the welcome from you and Victoria. What a woman, and your Bainbridge home is a dream." She opened, then a pause and no mention of Zach. "Zach is a wonderful young man, and yes he has an amazing cock, remember Black much less a genuine BBC is new to me. He has obviously grown tremendously under your several weeks of tutelege, I enjoyed most every minute with him, and was happy to have him 'top' me under your direction. But it's obvious that there is only one Master here, and in men that is what lights my fire. I could easily see Zach as a boyfriend, dating and such, and likely that would suit him just fine. Give him what he wants, whatever he needs, no problem. But in terms of fire, I'm hot for girl-time with Victoria, and it's you I need as my Master. You are a natural, I got just a taste of that and God is that ever what I need." She paused, but frankly she had packed the world into just those few sentences.

My cock was hard, I'm sure my face was flushed, her words blew me away. "Bella, I don't know exactly how to handle the social dynamics of this, thank goodness you are a therapist and life coach. I love Zach, and am like a father to him. And yes, I imagined that the sheer size of that beast between his legs carried weight. It sure does with Victoria, and as you knew already and saw in person, I too love that cock. Love sucking it especially. But as you likely imagined, the whole while I wanted time alone with you. I wanted to drag that leather bag out of your car, torture those fucking nipples and test your limits, if you have any."

"I love that you know yourself so well, and that you are bisexual. Have at it," Bella said with good humor. "But cock size doesn't make a Master, and your age, that white hair and groomed white beard only add to the authority you carry with your every word and action. Your voice makes me melt, my nipples are hard and my shaved cunt is flowing right now."

I opened her bathrobe and took hold of those erect nipples, and squeezed hard looking her straight in the eyes, I leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly with love and lust in my heart. "You Bella are a dream to me, I am aching to love and abuse you. I've had some dominating play with Victoria in our ten years of marriage, but she is not a natural sub, she has rules and limits that I have to respect. Our gear collection is minimal and mostly used to create attitude, ambiance, and until last night only used well in the past. The Stockroom-look appeals to her, not the reality. Bondage, even that riding crop was unused, until last night, so I was gentle even with you. She has zero tolerance for pain, and anal play. That is until I had Zach take her, and she had her first anal-orgasm. But she is a darling, and I have felt sad that my life history of aggressive BDSM was likely in the past." I paused reflecting, "It was in those ten years of a changing reality here, that my thoughts and fantasies moved toward realizing my long repressed bisexuality, and along came Zach."

Bella's eyes were tearing-up, likely not from the continuing pressure of my thumbs and forefingers torturing her nipples, but from realizing some of my pain, anguish, and frustrations. Hard things for her so-called 'Master' to admit. Still our eyes remained connected, and my pressure on her nipples unrelenting. This time we kissed with unreal passion, pain, pleasure, and mutual understanding of complex ordeal life had been for both of us. Tongues in gasping mouths, panting, her breasts heaving. I let her nipples go and took a moment to open her bathrobe completely, and for the first time to take hold of both breasts, roughly them up and sucking her nipples into my mouth. What tits, what a handful of womanliness, I chewed gently at first then harder. I pulled away for a moment to look at this beautiful Black body framed by the white bathrobe, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back and away from me with force, what a joy to feel absolute control of her and know it was wanted.

"So cunt, I want you right now, but Victoria and Zach will be returning anytime," I said sadly. "What are your thoughts on my sharing, and on the road we must somehow navigate, being truthful to ourselves, but knowing there are two other wonderful people deeply involved?"

"Oh my Master," she gasped. "You decide the path, I pledge I will follow. Victoria and Zachery are wonderful people, I love them both. They are and should remain in our lives, but I want you to take me, use and abuse me, however you want and when you are ready."

"Go get yourself dressed darling Bella," I said almost sternly. "When they get back, we'll all make plans to go out for lunch, then return. Usually that means a nap together, and that worked when we brought Zach into our bed. I'll think about this, and you know we'll both be consumed by it during lunch. I'm thinking that at lunch, I may bring up that satchel of gear in your trunk and propose we bring it in. With that pretense, we may start a new road to discovery for all of us, I may take you on the living room floor right in front of them. Not sure what will happen, I am the only God damn Daddy in this house, and I will run the fucking show. Likely I'll direct them, Zach owes his mother a good fuck. We'll see. Love me and trust me."

"Yes Master, I love that simple and honest plan. I love you and I trust you. I am yours," Bella offered so earnestly.

"Go get ready for lunch, compose yourself and be joyful. I aim to navigate this challenge with kindness and love, a do-no-harm spirit, but I intend to have you today." Nothing left to say, we stood up and shared a passionate kiss, we were each off to normalize this amazing truth shared and bond formed. So real, so fraught with emotional danger.

I freshen-up in my bathroom, and in short order, Victoria and Zach were cheerfully back with groceries and a fresh supply of wine. I could only imagine that they had a good time, maybe a good talk, and even some acts of affection. I hoped so. Bella came out to the kitchen moments later, looking happy and dressed for a Saturday outing. As groceries were put away, I announced with some authority, "Let's not fuss with lunch here, I'm in the mood for lunch out, maybe Bella will take us in her pretty new Mercedes?"

Bella picked-up on that directive in an instant, setting things in motion, "I'll be glad to drive, as long as my Master will navigate!" That put me in the front passenger seat, exactly where I wanted to be.

"Glad to navigate, let's head just out of town to our favorite Thai restaurant. Vegan for me and most anything anyone else could wish for, including Mimosas like a Sunday brunch on a sunny Saturday." I wouldn't need or want one, but all the others might, I hoped.

Twenty minutes later and right about noon we were seated outside facing Liberty Bay, a very lovely setting. All three ordered Mimosas the moment our waiter greeted us. I ordered a Pellegrino, and already knew what I was having. So I smiled and reflected on the drive, during which I was all business chatting and directing Bella, while appreciating her new car. That metallic charcoal exterior was beautifully contrasted with an off-white leather. Zach and Victoria in the back seemed well-yoked, sitting comfortably close in the tight rear bucket-seats, engaged in very cheerful banter.

I didn't hurry anything during the lunch, but turned the conversation to our amazing last evening's events. "That was a wonderful evening, I think for all of us. Any special highlights anyone wants to comment on? I for one can't wait to see what stash Bella brought in her trunk!" I paused for just a second, and felt comfortable being so direct. I of course had an agenda, and at noon, we were still nearly alone in our outside seating. In any case, the talk was not explicit.

"I was hoping you'd suggest that, and absolutely I'll be excited to share my gear, and my heartfelt passion," Bella was on-point and things were rolling. "If the Mimosa is strong, I might ask you to drive us home." She didn't need to use the word Master, it was obvious that I'd be driving, and that I'd be carrying in her prized leather satchel, once home."

Zach jumped in to say, "Dad, about last night, I loved that provocative show by Victoria and Bella, it sure set the stage. God do I hope, and expect, more of that. Wild! But after that, I need to thank you for directing that incredible finale in my master suite. You are the only Daddy in that house. A toast to you!" Good on Zach, a toast followed, and another round on Mimosas.

"Zach and I had a good talk in the car and at T&C this morning," Victoria stepped in. "Yesterday with my new lover Bella, changed my life. I'm still excited and in shock. My first real 'girlfriend.' That was big, as big as how Zach's entry into our family has changed all our lives. Thank you both. I am in love with you both. I had dreams about dancing with you Bella, in our new red catsuits. More please, more!"

So the stage was set, the leisurely meal consumed, and in leaving Bella clinged to my arm, a little high I think, and handed me the electronic keys to her car. I pressed the button, opened the passenger door for Zach and Victoria to barrel into the back seat. Then took Bella's hand, and after a quick kiss, ushered her into the passenger seat. I was the designated driver. Getting adjusted behind the wheel, I urged Zach and Victoria on, "You two enjoy the ride back there!" To the sounds of their giggles, I held Bella's hand openly while driving. I loved it.

Once in our driveway, I again handled everyone's exit and directed Victoria to open the front door, while Bella and I pulled her substantial leather satchel out of the trunk. We followed, walking in arm-in-arm. Sweet. Maintaining that momentum I announced, "Everyone get freshened-up and I'll see you in the living room for Bella's unveiling!" That announcement was not questioned, and Bella and I kissed openly in excitement. She excused herself for a moment, and returned in her red tights, after urging Victoria to do the same. She did, and I donned my bathrobe uniform, as did Zach. They were all a little high on the Mimosas.

"I am going to have a quick hit, Bella will you please join me?" It really wasn't a question and I only invited Bella. In the master bathroom we shared that joint between one continuous kiss and a mutual grope. Bella adding much appreciated words, "My Master, you handled this exactly as I knew you would. You are my Master and I am loving it, no limits!"

Back in the living room, Zach and Victoria were very touchy-feely on the couch, and again Bella had staging words, "Thank you Master, what a lunch, the joint was great and the mimosas are sure working. Let me share some toys with you! At any time, direct me as you wish, I am yours!"

"Show me what gets you off Bella. Besides expecting bondage gear, I know how Victoria masturbates, educate me on what excites you most. Zach, you take care of your mother, and visa versa!" I said, with my voice moving to a low and controlling whisper that said what was obvious, I was fully in Master-mode knowing Bella was mine.

The first piece Bella pulled out was a padded black leather collar and leash. "Perfect!" I said. "Let me put that on you!" I was sitting on the leather chair facing the couch, she knelt in front of me and I buckled it, not too tight. Actually except for the leash it was identical to one of mine, that is simply never used on Victoria. I handled the leash, a good feeling, so I pulled her down saying "Suck your Daddy's cock slut, just to keep me happy during the show." She knelt and God did she suck, actually drawing no special attention from Zach or Victoria. It was clearly expected behavior. "Keep that collar on, I'll hold the leash. Good start, what's next?" She pulled out a pair of exquisite of Stockroom nipple clamps, jumbo size, able to be tightened to the desired level with weights and a more delicate chain between the two. This was most excellent. "What weights have you used them with?" I asked. "If so get them all out, pull off your top, and kneel again. You're doing great!"

Bella pulled off the red top, drawing momentary attention from Zach and Victoria. Her beautiful Black breasts bounced and swayed as she arched her back, and enjoyed the feeling. Again she knelt in front of me. I attached each clamp asking her to tell me when her pain tolerance had been reached, it took a while to find that limit. Her nipples were totally erect, the clamps ensuring they would stay that way. The chain was really just bouncing art between the nipples, the weights attached to and hanging from each of the clamps. I used the smallest weight, for now at least, the clamps alone were doing their job and I loved the art of it. "Sit up straight and giggle your tits cunt, let me watch them move, and tell me how you feel." To emphasize my meaning I pulled tight on her leash, lifting her chin up, our eyes locked.

"I feel beautiful Master, the weight is perfect, and I am very aware of and comfortable with the tightness of the clamps. Feeling the movement, and the tug against my breasts is sublime." She said, clearly at or near her limit but at peace with it, trusting my care completely. "Oh Master, this is what I need. I want to be your art work. Shall I suck you hard white cock again, then go back into the satchel?" Bella was a trained and experienced sub, I was in my own version of heaven.

"Suck it cunt, deep and hard for just a minute," I growled, "Then back to your bag bitch, show me what excites you." She was already sucking my cock when I gave that order in a soft but clearly demanding voice, she continued just a moment, then pulled off.

"Yes Master, I exist to serve you without question. I understand and will respond to your COD-commands anytime, anyplace. Everything that excites me is in here. I have several crops and paddles, and of course a spreader bar, an assortment of waist clinchers, leather and latex wear. I don't use dildos, but will if you wish. I do have a vibrator and lube, mostly I masturbate manually to produce vaginal and clitoral orgasms, often using a butt plug and video porn," she shared excitedly and without shame. Then she pulled out a handful, a wild assortment, what a collection. I spotted a short red latex skirt, no panties and a perfect contrast to all the black leather gear. I also picked out an excellent riding crop in black leather, and a set of padded black leather cuffs.

"Take your tights off now cunt, get that latex skirt on now. I'm going to put the cuffs on only one wrist for now, I just want the Stockroom ambiance. I'll bring along the crop and spreader bar. Get the red latex on and stand in front of me with your legs spread, I want to look at my beauty, we are about to head into the master bedroom and play. I intend to torture your nipples and clit, with the aid of the spreader bar." This trained bitch responded exactly as ordered. Off came the tights and she stood totally naked there in the living room, a vision of submission. "We'll head into the master bedroom, and I'll just bring the whole satchel full along."

Victoria's voice emerged, "Oh Bella, I love that red skirt, I can see you butt sticking out of it. Beautiful!" I looked toward her and realized that she too had shed her tights, holding Zach's head between her legs as he knelt for her as Bella had for me.

Satchel, gear, and Bella in tow on-leash, we headed for the master bedroom, in passing I said, "No worries Victoria, when I have finished with Bella in our bedroom, you'll have plenty of time to play with her, that red latex skirt, and her abused dripping pussy beneath. In the mean time Zach, take good care of your mother! And know that went she and Bella play again, your Daddy will need a feeding. I will be very hungry for a milkshake from your Black beast, after abusing Bella to the limit!" With that I lead Bella by leash, to feast on her. A new normal for all had just been set.

There was but one parting message from Zach, "Abuse that beautiful Black bitch dad, I'll be ready to feed you anytime. Right now I'm servicing my mother, and intend to drop a first load in her also hungry cunt. By request!" Zach was such a good boy, and with these words I felt totally off the hook and planned to devour my long wished for sub, about ten years in the waiting.

Once in the sanctity of the master bedroom with the door closed. I changed the tone momentarily. Satchel and assorted gear dropped, I embraced her as her lover, a man and a woman in-love, quite separate from how that love was to be expressed sexually. "Darling!" I said standing and embracing her, noting her glazed eyes fixed to mine, heat pouring from both of us, "I want to hold you for a moment, we'll share a joint without any sense of urgency, as I also feast on the vision you are."

"God yes Master," she responded, "I feel beautiful for you, I want you to enjoy me as you wish. What a treat to share a joint while we kiss. Please, take a hit and breathe into me, I need it from you."

And so it was, a magical time, getting high together sharing the joint mouth to mouth. I studied her lust filled face, toyed and kissed her bound and tortured nipples while holding her leather leash, I knelt and opened her pussy for the first time ever. Even without the spreader bar, she opened up like a flower. What a hard clit sticking out, begging that I suck it as it dripped her pussy juice into my mouth. So for a moment I sucked, admiring her smooth light brown skin that we call Black, though she and Zach are both biracial. Opened up I found the very pink inside, it was all too much. It was so inviting, and the thought that Zach's giant Black cock had somehow made its way in so easily. As she stood, high as a kite and shaking involuntarily, I put all five of my fingers together and pushed in.

I had never actually fisted a woman before though I had seen Victoria fist herself in a frenzy, so I pushed, curious about the very thought of it. Her reaction was the opposite of pain, she seemed to open wider the harder I pushed and in my hand went. Past the knuckles, then my God it slipped right in up to my wrist. What a feeling! Once in I began to move my hand around and pushed hard, almost lifting her and I found what I was looking for. Bella let out a sound that was familiar, a loud mix between anguish and ecstasy. She was coming impaled on my hand, almost my arm, pushing into her now sloppy wet shaking vibrating pulsating cunt. Me on the floor looking up, my white arm sticking out of her Black pussy, between those gorgeous muscled legs framed by that red latex skirt. That's all I saw, nothing else, I was loaded for sure but it was like discovering a new infinite cunt universe.

I pulled down on the leather leash as my hand and arm pushed up, it was a for real fist fuck. Bella gyrated, and then there were words, almost coherent words, "Fist fuck me. I can't believe it, fist fuck me Master." So I continued, far longer than expected, well after that lit joint went out. No idea how many times she came, all I really know was that as much as I was loving it, she was truly loving it more. In time I withdrew and stood up looking at her heaving breasts, those tortured nipples, the weights and chain bouncing. Her eyes were closed, head back pulling against my constant pressure on the leash, a leather blindfold would have been pointless. My right hand, fresh from that cunt slowly became a hand again, so I wiped the sloppy cunt juice across her tits roughing them up covering every inch with her own come.

The scene was shocking and gorgeous, but high on pot and sex as we were, I wanted to reconnect with my Bella before taking things much further on the bed. The riding crop, and that spreader bar were waiting. I held her close and told her to open her eyes, and she did, we were again locked together by our eyes telling another truth. "Bella, I am going to take you to bed and enjoy abusing you, taking it as far as you will allow. But know this beautiful, I am in-love with you, truly in-love and no matter my actions in using you must know and trust that. It is not like simply 'loving' someone, I am out of my mind in-love with you!" With that we kissed as two people who were alone in the world, at peace with a connection unique to us. Nothing else mattered.

"Yes Master," Bella uttered breathlessly. "I am in-love with you and belong to you, take me and use me. I have never felt so under the power of another, yet I know that is exactly where I want to be. God, you fist fucked me standing up, it was as though you made me levitate and come in the process. I felt weightless. My cunt aches, I can't wait for you to take the crop to me while locked in that spreader bar."

I directed her to lay down on the bed, on her back with her head on the pillows, tits and gear giggling as her chest heaved. And yes, I wasted no time locking her ankles into the spreader bar, then adjusting the steel rod to a maximum width. Spread fucking eagle, flat on the bed, that fisted cunt wide open. I took the padded black leather cuffs and buckled them on only one hand, for the moment I just liked the look, and she really required no other restraint. Grabbing the riding crop I began to test her, spanking her public mound and clit, then continued to open cunt lips and the inside of both thighs. She reacted involuntarily to each impact with the crop, but made little sound but an appreciating moan, so I picked-up the pace. I was still learning what was a good pain, and had yet to find a bad one. She was a natural masochist, perfect. I kissed and sucked the reddened areas, and practically inhaled that huge abused erect clit. It was shocking, really.

In time I went up and lay directly on her, again wanting that eye connection to see how she was doing. "Do you want the leather blindfold on before I continue?" I asked.

"Do as you wish Master, the more under your control, confined and restrained the better." She paused, looking dreamy eyed, a mixture I think of love and pain. I slipped the blindfold on, and tightened it. She responded, "Thank you Master!"

I took hold of my captive's jaw, her mouth opened as if automatically, and I kissed this woman saying, "I love you dearly, Bella!"

"For a moment I'm going to remove your nipple clamps, so I can suck, bite, and torture your flesh directly. Then I'll go to work with on them with the riding crop." I didn't need or wait for a response, those erect nipples were obviously ready for another, more invasive, form of torture.

I loosened and removed the clamps, and sucked on each nipple as hard as I could. I made love to them, tested biting them looking for her body to respond. Some flinching, some moaning, she wanted more. I bit as hard as I was comfortable biting them, without breaking the skin. They were ready for the sting of the riding crop, so one at a time I whipped them eliciting a bodily reaction one might expect of a slave being beaten with a whip. Almost a crying-out. But in this case, the slave was my captive love Bella, and the response was both physical and supported by language that I longed to hear, "Yes Master, I am such a bad girl, torture and punish me and I'll be good!" So I whipped her with more force and frequency, and after five or six strokes that actually scared me, her pelvis jumped and shook as she screamed loudly, "Master, I'm coming, I'm coming, whip me harder please!" So I did, but only for a bit, honestly fearing that I was very near to doing her harm. I stopped and licked, kissed and sucked both nipples to sooth them, and say silently 'I love you.' For the moment I left the clamps off, and turned my attention to the long awaited use of that spreader bar, leaving her squirming and moaning.

I knelt at the end of the bed, lifted her legs with the spreader bar high enough that I could crawl back up and suck on that clit and open cunt briefly. Then I lifted as high as seemed possible, raising her butt to a perfect angle for deep penetration. I could have accomplished that act myself, even getting under the bar and holding it with my shoulders, but bondage and domination was my aim here. Holding the bar, I reached for her one cuffed hand and pulled it over the bar so the other cuff dangled from the chain connecting them. Somehow knowing my aim even with the blindfold on, she offered her other hand so I could buckle the other cuff on it. In that single move, both arms were fully extended, the chain between her hands holding the spreader bar and her legs high in the air. I sat back aghast at the sight, My Bella unthinkably bound holding the full weight of her legs with her out-stretched arms locked in the cuffs, butt raised and ready for me to slide my hard white cock into her Black cunt or butt at will. I held the chain of the two cuffs in the center of the bar for a moment, just to balance her elevated body. The sense of power was as absolute as I had ever felt. I could penetrate her with ease, abuse her tits and nipples, and marvel at the view of this happily helpless beauty before me.

I dipped my white cock into her sloppy wet Black cunt, really just because I could, and to get some cunt juice on my cock. No idea how many times she had come already, but she moaned her approval, knowing what was coming. So I pulled out and slammed into her elevated butt hard, until I felt my balls slapping her butt cheeks. In that instant I heard another sound coming out of that moaning mouth, "Oh God Master, I am yours, finally your handsome white cock is fucking my helpless Black butt. Butt fuck me hard Master. I am a worthless whore. Torture me." I loved those words, and the truth behind them. She was a one of those incredible few who could come from pain, pain that produced whatever chemicals her brain flooded into her abused body.

I lay down flat against her chest, under that raised spreader bar, my cock buried in her butt. I kissed her mouth again, my head now trapped to a degree, between her arms and hunched shoulders hooked to that spreader bar and her wildly elevated legs. "You are are one beautiful pain-loving BDSM whore cunt, and I'm going to strap a ball gag into your whore mouth right now. You can't see it, but it's yours, the red ball with all the air holes and a black leather strap. Now I'm going to fuck you long and hard and you can scream and moan as loud as you want. The louder the better. Come like the wild fucking whore you are, and know that your Master is loving you like I have never loved anyone before. I am going to fuck you like a savage animal!"

"Oh Master yes," She said gasping for air. "Strap that ball gag on me and fuck me rough like I only exist to be fucked. I am just a fuck doll whore!"

So I fucked my bound, blindfolded, gagged whore. My white cock buried in her Black ass, we fucked and we fucked and we fucked. For her, the bondage, the chemistry of pain flooding her body, she shook and convulsed in one never ending series of orgasms. She screamed through that ball gag, living in the dark, in bondage with my white cock savaging that butt. I had both my hands now on top of each tit, squeezing as roughly as I could, and we fucked. Come shot out of my cock filling her butt, then my tantric NEMO orgasms started and truly we were both bound, literally to each other in a pagan ritual. The Dom and the Sub in perfect loving harmony, but without cognitive recognition of where, who, or what we were. Lost! It was a transcendent Black and white shade of cosmic pain-induced perfection.

And time passed.

Thinking back, it seems probable that we must have lost consciousness, but at some point my brain said I needed to release her so I began that process. The ball gag came out revealing a still gasping drooling mouth. The blindfold came off revealing glazed tear-filled, unseeing eyes. I slide out from under the bar and unhooked one cuff from the spreader bar, both hands and arms fell as if lifeless and her legs dropped like falling timber. I knelt again on the floor and unbuckled her ankles from the spreader bar, and it fell to the floor. I climbed back on her body like I was climbing a mountain, I was exhausted. I arrived at her face and kissed life, almost literally, back into her. I felt her arms come back from the dead and hug me powerfully, almost knocking the wind out of me. She was alive!

"Honey, are you okay," I asked, still worried. "You were so beautiful, so completely giving, I've never been on such a trip or so in an emotionally deep and altered state. I can't imagine what that was for you, or how you survived it." I lifted my head, looked into her now very opened eyes, and we kissed and hugged.

"That was magnificent Master, I thank you!" She said, quite herself again, lucid and articulate. "Yes that was a long wild ride, I was lost in more vaginal, clitoral, and anal orgasms than I have ever been. On top of that, the hormonal orgasms from the combined torture, were endless. I couldn't tell one from the other. It was a whole-body orgasm. My God, the clamps, the riding crop, the spreader bar, my hands cuffed to it, the blindfold, then the ball gag, and your teeth on my nipples. I have never been so totally helpless, and lovingly tormented. Unreal, over the top. I'm sure I'll be sore, but oh Master what a wonderful happy sore it will be. My mind will stay flooded with the beauty of this for days, maybe forever. So many years since I have even come close to this brutal savage ecstasy. I am in-love with you, and I belong to you. Thank you, thank you my Master!"

I was so happy she was okay, we lay there hugging and kissing, but I knew that we had been at it with the door closed for a very long time. I looked at my iPhone, God it was 3:30 in the afternoon. Worry about Zach and Victoria came flooding back into my mind. "Can you walk honey? Can your nipples handle me putting the clamps back on so you can present yourself in the living room?" I asked, then paused knowing the answer, this was my Bella and she was ready for most anything. "If so Bella, pull yourself together, the nipple clamps with weights and chain with your red latex skirt are a must. I want you to walk out to the living room, proud, happy, beautiful and as obviously torture-fucked. A little shock treatment for Victoria and Zach. Hug and kiss them both, then snuggle-up to Victoria and ask her if she'll come and bathe your tortured body. Melt in her arms, she is your lesbian lover, and she'll melt in yours. Go to Zach's bathroom with her and bathe. Tell Zach simply, 'My Master is waiting for you in the bedroom.' He'll come immediately and I'll greet him with love as well."

"Perfect Master," she said gaining momentum, realizing that both a soothing bath awaits her, and the theater making it all possible is now ours for the taking. "Clamp me up Master, I love Victoria and Zachery. I'll make you proud. You're right, Zachery will come running to join you in bed with his hard Black cock raging, whether to snuggle and nap or to feed his Daddy!"

In minutes, my Black beauty Bella was on her feet and out into the living room to represent her Master, masterfully.