Joyful Frustration

Avery stood in front of his door, feeling a sudden urge to turn and run. To forget the planning and talking and fantasizing she had done with Ralph. To turn away from finally fulfilling her aching desires. To go back to her quiet, safe life.

She took a deep breath, wiped her shaking, sweating hands on her pants, and knocked on the door.

Ralph answered quickly, opening the door and greeting her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Avery caught the quick appraisal he did of her, his bright blue eyes sweeping quickly up and down her body. She smiled to herself; Avery knew when she was being checked out. Her anxiety eased as he took her hand, leading her into the living room. Ralph had laid out a beautiful charcuterie board, and the apparent care he had taken touched her.

For a time they sat and chatted and ate. Avery asked Ralph about some of her old coworkers - they had met working together years ago and reconnected after Avery's most recent breakup. They spent time reminiscing. The nostalgia was comforting. They talked about books and music, too. Avery had always loved his unpretentious intelligence.

Their conversation came to a lull, and Ralph looked at her. Something in that look made the air crackle with anticipation, made the reason she had come to him sit heavy and unspoken in the air between them.

"Are you ready to get started?" Ralph asked. Avery nodded, feeling her nerves come alive. "I didn't hear an answer."

"Yes." Avery replied, and Ralph raised his eyebrows at her expectantly. "Yes, sir, I'm ready."

"Good. Stand there," he pointed to a spot on the opposite side of the coffee table in front of him, "and strip."

"Yes, sir." Avery couldn't bring herself to look at him and her hands trembled as she took off her shirt. She didn't know whether she was doing it right - should she be looking at him? Should she be taking her clothes off slower, being more seductive? Her breath quickened as she took her pants off, and she tucked the discarded clothes under the coffee table, out of the way.

She looked up at him, uncertain if she should take off the matching bra and undies she was wearing - not quite lingerie, but definitely a nicer set than her everyday wear. His eyes drank in every inch of her skin while her thoughts raced - did she do it right? Did he like what she was wearing? Did he like her? Should she say something? Do something?

"Kneel." His curt command cut through her endless thoughts, and she was absurdly grateful that he had told her what to do. She practically fell to her knees, looking up at him for more directions. He looked down at her and shook his head in disbelief for a moment. "You are gorgeous and I am one lucky bastard." She felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

"Thank you, sir." She said, and was surprised by how natural it felt to call him that.

"Come here," he said, and another "Yes, sir" fell out of her lips. She began to stand, putting her hand on the coffee table to push herself up. "No, no," Ralph instructed, "I want you to crawl."

"Oh!" Avery exclaimed. "Yes, sir, of course." She crawled over to him, wondering how anyone manages to look sexy while crawling. Her submissive side thrilled to the action, though, and when she was kneeling before him mostly naked on the floor while this fully clothed man looked down at her from the couch, she felt herself get aroused.

"Good girl," he said, and Avery felt herself melt at the praise. She looked up into those blue eyes with a sudden rush of adoration and he slapped her face. She gasped with the shock of it, and he grabbed the back of her hair and turned her head back towards him. "What do you say when I hit you?"

"Thank you, sir." Avery replied. The melting adoration had transformed into carnal need at the slap, and thanking him for the strike had her hurtling towards subspace.

"And why would you thank me for hitting you?"

"Because I need it, sir."

"That's right. Whores like you need to be used and hurt and kept in their place." He was still holding her hair, keeping control of her, and he could see the lust clearly on her face. "You definitely need this, don't you, slut? I bet you're already wet enough for me to fuck you and all I've done is slap you. But you're in for a lot more pain before I even let you touch my cock."

She whined involuntarily, a protest and a plea combined. Avery's whine turned into a moan as Ralph pulled her forward and kissed her hard. Her internal monologue paused and all that existed was the sensory: her hands on his legs to hold herself steady, his hand in her hair, his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth. The heat of him, the taste of him, the scratch of his stubble on her face, her own involuntary surprised noise. Abruptly, he pulled her head back before releasing her hair and leaning back himself, so that they had returned to Avery kneeling in front of him. Ralph watched as she regained her composure, processing the abrupt shifts as she took a deep breath in. She felt vibrant, as though all of her senses had snapped to attention at the same time. When Avery's eyes returned to him, Ralph asked,

"Do you want to learn to be a good slut for me?" He knew the answer. They both knew the answer, but it was so hot to be asked.

"Yes sir." It was so hot to answer."I want to be a good slut for you."

"Good girl." At those two words, the heat hardened into a deep desire that was almost need. "Now, sluts always keep their legs spread to show that they're ready to be fucked. You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes, please, sir." Avery pled, as she separated her knees. Ralph nudged the inside of her thighs with his foot, spreading her legs further.

"Good girl." Ralph replied. He had to have noticed the effect that phrase had on her.

"Thank you, sir. What else can I do to be a good slut for you?"

He grinned at her reply. "God, you really are a needy slut, aren't you? Desperate to get a cock in you?"

He reached down and unhooked her bra, and Avery quickly pulled it off so that he could touch her breasts. He watched her intently as he began pinching and twisting her nipples, noting her expression changing as the sensation shifted from pleasure to pain. Ralph released her nipples and quickly slapped her tits, a quick harsh blow to each before his hand went to her throat, squeezing. Her eyes glazed with lust as she stared up at him. Avery tapped his arm as her lungs began to ache, and he released her throat. She moaned as he dragged his nails slowly down her throat and chest. Ralph dug his nails into the flesh of her breasts, and Avery began grinding in midair, practically molten with need.

"Good god, how long have you needed this for?" Ralph asked, watching her hips mindlessly search for friction.

"Too fucking long, sir. Can you tell?" The playful, slightly bratty answer made him grin, and gave him an idea.

"I can't tell, I need you to show me." She looked up at him with a question in her eyes. "Get up on the couch, take off your panties, and play with yourself. Show me how fucking wet and needy your cunt is."

"Yes, sir," she replied, scrambling to follow his instructions. Remembering that Ralph had told her to keep her legs spread as much as possible, she positioned one calf along the top of the couch while the other reached to the floor. It was a good look for her, emphasizing the length of her pale legs. The way she reached down to dip her finger into her wet pussy pushed her large breasts together, emphasizing their shape, while her slender neck and face were framed by her almost black hair. She looked good enough to eat, but Ralph resisted the urge. He wanted her desperate for him.

He sat at the other edge of the couch, watching as she used the moisture from her pussy to rub her clit gently. She sighed as she did so, feeling the ache that had been building reducing somewhat. Avery lifted her head, looking at him with hazel eyes that were sharp with desire. Her eyes snapped to his hand as he moved it to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge over his pants. She was mesmerized, and Ralph was amused to see her actually lick her lips in need.

"Please," fell out of Avery's lips and she didn't even know what she was asking for.

"I told you that you're in for a lot more pain before I let you touch my cock, didn't I?" Ralph replied.

"Yes, sir, you did."

"Do you want me to hurt you, slut?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed immediately. "Please hurt your slut, sir."

"How can I say no when you beg me so prettily?" He smiled, unbuckling and then pulling his belt out of his belt loops.

"Oh, fuck," she whined in need.

"Don't stop rubbing that needy cunt and don't forget to thank me when I hit you."

"Yes sir."

With that response, he folded the belt in half. She held her breath in anticipation, but Ralph simply began caressing the inside of her thighs with the belt, and Avery released the held breath with a mix of relief and frustration. Ralph smiled as Avery began moving in response to his gentle strokes, chasing the lightest of sensations.

He lifted the belt again, and Avery held her breath, letting out a slight moan of frustration as he simply moved to teasing her breasts with the belt. She felt the ache in her cunt begin to build again as he allowed the loop of the belt to catch on her erect nipples, and moaned in simple, carnal need when he stroked her cheek with the leather. Through the haze of sensation, the thought that she could cum just from this floated into her mind.

"Please, sir, fuck," Avery begged. She didn't want to cum yet.

Ralph looked into her hazel eyes and saw the depth of need there, but needed to see it grow a little bit more. "Please what, whore?"

"Please, please..." It was almost a whisper. "Please hurt me, sir."

Avery's body jolted with surprise as the belt landed hard on one thigh and then the other almost instantly.

"Oh, thank you, sir," she cried out.

He landed the next pair of blows closer to her knees, and not as hard as the initial blow.

"Thank you, sir."

Another pair of blows, slightly higher.

"Thank you, sir."

Another pair of lashes, in the middle of her thighs, layering over his initial bruising set of blows.

"Oh, thank you for hurting me."

Higher up her thighs.

"Please don't stop, sir."

He hit her almost at her crotch this time.

"Oh thank you, sir."

She was a molten pit of need as moved to lash the outside her tits.

"Oh my god, sir, thank you."

The top of her breasts.

"Fuck, thank you."

The inside.

"Oh my god, sir, please!"

Avery stopped being able to distinguish between pleasure and pain as the belt landed on the bottom of her breasts. She stopped waiting for the blows to land as her "thank you's" descended into a constant babble of begging for more and thanking him. Ralph worked his way back down her thighs, hitting harder on this round, and back up with even more speed and harshness.

Avery got louder as she squirmed and danced underneath his blows, flinching away and rising up for more at almost the same time. It was as his second round of blows landed on her chest that she cried out,

"Oh my god, sir, please, I'm going to cum!"

"No!" He yelled, immediately dropping the belt and yanking her hand away from her her weeping cunt. He pinned it above her head while she writhed underneath him. "You don't cum without permission, you selfish whore."

"But, sir, please!" She practically yelled back, her frustration apparent as the urgency of her need reached a painful pitch.

"Oh, no, you don't argue with me, you disobedient slut." He let go of her wrist, grabbing the belt again and wrapping it around her neck, pulling the leash through the buckle. Ralph grabbed her by the arms and yanked her to her feet, before grabbing the end of the leash and dragging her down the hall. Disoriented, sputtering, with wobbling legs she stumbled after him.

She realized he had led her to his bedroom before he shoved her face first onto his bed. Avery flipped herself over to face him, and he knelt on the leash so that she couldn't move far. He grabbed one arm and pinned it down as she thrashed, her adrenaline kicking in. Ralph wrapped a soft Velcro strap around her wrist and caught her other arm as Avery instinctively reached to release her now-bound hand. He repeated the process with her free arm, despite her attempts to buck him off. Ralph nearly got kicked in the face while attempting to bind her legs, and he used his body weight to keep her from succeeding. The Velcro straps were successfully wrapped around both of her ankles, and Ralph took his time shortening the slack in her bonds until she could hardly move, stretched out on his bed in an "X". As Avery realized that she couldn't move, it also hit her that Ralph must have set up the restraint system ahead of time. This oddly calmed her down, realizing that he had taken care of their playtime the same way he had the charcuterie board. He was going to take care of her, and her submissive side basically purred at the realization.

"This is where you belong, isn't it?" Ralph asked. "Tied up and ready to be used at a moment's notice."

"Yes, sir," Avery dreamily replied.

"Take a deep breath and tell me what color we're at, little one." Ralph stated gently.

"Green," Avery sighed. Then she blinked, took a deep breath, and repeated with a bit more conviction, "Green. I'm good, sir, please don't stop."

Ralph smiled down at her, tilting his head up to make eye contact. "You're with me, right?"

"Definitely. I'm with you. Thank you for checking in with me, sir."

"I'm glad you're with me. Because I need a stupid slut to use, and I feel like you need to be reminded who's in charge."

"Yes, sir, I want you to be in charge of this stupid slut."

"Then you should stop talking, cause I'm tired of your voice. In fact," he reached into his bedside table and pulled out a ball gag, "I think this will help you stay quiet."

"No, please sir! I'll be quiet!" Avery said, her anxiety spiking at the idea of not being able to speak, but then Ralph reached down and slipped a finger into her wet pussy. She moaned as his finger withdrew from her pussy and he inserted it into his mouth. She automatically sucked on his finger, tasting her own essence. Her eyes closed in bliss but looked up at him as he spoke to her.

"You really are a fucking, whore, huh? Just gonna suck anything that I put in your mouth?"

Avery nodded, with need shining in her eyes.

"Good," Ralph replied, and pulled his finger out of her mouth and replaced it quickly with the ball gag. Avery gave an "oof" from the back of her throat as the gag went into her mouth.

"Good girl." He said as he buckled the strap behind her head. "But you still need to be punished for talking back to me."

She looked up at him helplessly as he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a blindfold. Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically, with a pleading look in her eyes.

"I know you don't like being blindfolded, but it wouldn't be a punishment if you enjoyed it."

He pulled it over her head quickly, and Avery felt panic rise. She took a deep breath, attempting to prevent her emotions from overwhelming her. A tear slipped out of her eye, and Ralph seemed to know even though the blindfold hid the tear. He gently touched her cheek, noting her flinch as he did so.

"Do we need to stop? Just nod if you need to safe-word."

Avery shook her head no.

"I'm not going to take it easy on you. Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Being so brave for me, good girl." Ralph said. "Now, I want you to be quiet." Avery could do this. His praise could get her through anything. He didn't speak again, but Avery could hear him moving around, pulling something else out of the drawer, and moving into a different corner. Was that the sound of a match striking? The smell of fire and hint of sulfur confirmed that a match was being struck, but... why? She heard unidentifiable sounds and wondered what the hell she had agreed to. Excitement battled with fear for dominance as the most prominent emotion as she felt his weight land on the bed next to her.

She swallowed as his hand drifted down her back to her ass, very gently for a punishment. Then Avery took a quick inhale as she felt something pressing into her ass.

"We may as well multitask and get you used to anal while I punish you." Ralph mused. "If you're going to be mine, I'm going to use all your holes."

The pressure on her asshole continued as Ralph pushed the toy slowly in and out, going a bit deeper with every thrust. She breathed in and willed herself to relax, welcoming in the plug until she felt it bottom out. She winced slightly; it wasn't painful, exactly, but it was uncomfortable and she was hyper aware of the girth of it.

Ralph's fingers entered her pussy and she was aroused enough that she immediately moaned behind her gag. He quickly inserted a set of Ben Wa balls before retreating from her wet cunt. This raised her frustration to an entirely new level, and she groaned in resigned disappointment.

"I told you to be quiet, slut." Ralph's voice sounded disappointed. "Every noise you make is only going to make things worse."

Avery scolded herself internally. He had told her to be quiet and she wasn't being a good girl for him. She sucked air in, resolving to be completely quiet when a sudden strike landed on her stomach, surprising a noise out of her.

"You are such a naughty whore," Ralph scolded her. "Can't even keep quiet when you're being punished."

Ralph began using a crop on her, crisscrossing the blows up and down her body. He kept a steady rhythm, allowing her to anticipate when the blows would fall so that she could manage to follow his orders and remain silent. She fell back into that place where pain became pleasure, and she was squirming, desperately rotating her hips as much as the restraints would allow. She wanted more stimulation from the toys inside of her, and her body rose to the feeling of the sting of the crop. She just wanted more of everything and also to never leave this place of glorious tension and anticipation. Avery stopped thinking, stopped trying to be a good girl or a bad girl or to think about how she looked while she writhed on the bed. All of her control was focused on one objective: to be quiet.

She was floating in this calm blissful state when the lashings stopped, and the only sound that escaped her was a sharp inhale when hot wax dripped on her skin. He poured wax in a straight line, between her breasts and down towards her belly button. Then Ralph let drops fall onto her thighs and legs.

"Seems like you're learning. If not to be obedient, at least to take it well when you're punished." The floating feeling sharpened into a need at his words. It brought her brain back online, just enough that she was impatient for what came next rather than blissfully floating on the waves of sensation. "And you look like such a fuck toy right now, covered with my marks and wax. Such a fucking mess, and I bet you love it, don't you?"

She nodded, unable to deny it or to argue. His degrading words sent lightning straight to her pussy, and she was rolling her hips, frantically trying to find an angle that would allow her to get off.

"Aw, poor horny little slut." He mocked with false sympathy, the condescension shooting daggers of need into her. "Do you need to have your selfish little cum?"

She moaned in frustration, squirming ever harder in a shameless display of how much she needed him. Ralph tsk'ed at her. "What was it I told you I didn't want to hear? You foolish whore, and I was going to let you get off, too."

Her eyes widened with horror behind her blindfold as she realized what he was saying, what she'd done. Her body slumped in defeat, realizing that she hadn't been able to do the one thing he'd told her.

"I thought you might be a good toy, but it seems like you can't even follow simple instructions. I don't know if you're even worth playing with again, or if I should just dump you like the whore you are. Maybe I'll just send you home and get myself off."

She shook her head frantically, wondering how she could apologize, how she could beg for another chance without making noise. She was frantic for him, wanting him to take pleasure in her.

"Damn, you really do fucking need this, don't you?" He asked, observing how quickly she nodded yes. Avery couldn't decide if she loved or hated this feeling, this clawing hunger inside of her that only he could sate. "I suppose I can give you one final chance. Do you want it?" She nodded again, with renewed hope. "Of course you do, you fucking slut. So here's the deal: I'm going to fuck your face. If you take it well and manage to get me off, then maybe I'll use you again. Does that sound good to you?" Avery nodded more enthusiastically than she could ever remember nodding. She wanted him to use her mouth, wanted to taste his cum. "Oh, and one last thing," he added nonchalantly. "You're going to rub that whore cunt of yours while I fuck your face, but you're not allowed to cum. Can't let you forget how this whole thing happened, after all."

She mentally clamped down on the horrified groan that almost escaped her throat, instead nodding her assent to these insane conditions. She was painfully horny, and had a feeling that she'd be on the edge as soon as she touched her clit. But Avery needed him to use her, needed Ralph to get off on her.

He unclipped her cuffs from the bed, and Avery rolled her ankles and her wrists as he released each one. He finally, mercifully, pulled off the blindfold, and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. Ralph watched her stretch her jaw slightly and swallow a few times after he released her from the ball gag; Avery looked down at her body. She was covered in red lines from the crop and had red wax melted all over her body, while Ralph's belt still hung from her neck.

"Kneel and show me what a good cocksucker you can be," Ralph ordered.

Avery scrambled off the bed and onto her knees, hastily swallowing again and licking her lips, preparing to taste him. He walked towards her, unbuttoning his jeans as he did so, and Avery knew that this was a moment that would forever be crystallized in her memory. Her: naked except for his belt and his marks, on her knees, with her hand between her legs to serve his pleasure and not hers, her only use as a wet hole for him to use. And him: striding towards her fully clothed, pulling his hard swollen cock out, completely and totally in command of the moment.

And then he was in front of her, and her mouth opened to welcome his cock. He let her roll her tongue around the head of his cock, to revel in the smooth hot texture and salty taste of him. Ralph grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and slowly pressed the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Avery felt him in the back of her throat, overriding her gag reflex and looking up at him with shining eyes.

"That's a good look for you, whore." Ralph stated matter of factly. "Keep your eyes on me."

She almost came at those words, shoving her orgasm away with sheer force of will. And then Ralph began pounding her mouth. It was all Avery could do to keep her lips wrapped firmly around her teeth, keep her gag reflex at bay, and keep enough oxygen in her lungs. When she could manage it, Avery would flick her tongue over the tip of his cock or reach out to taste his balls, mostly all she could do was let herself be used. It was another moment of overwhelming sensory input, while Ralph stood over her, using her like a flesh light and spitting obscenities out between his teeth. She was shaking with the effort of keeping the waves of pleasure from overwhelming her, when he let out a shout and pulled out of her mouth.

And he came, on her face and on her tits. She instinctively closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out as he came, wanting to taste him. He groaned, sticking his cock back in her open mouth as his final spurt of cum arrived. Avery simply held his cock in her mouth as he sighed in pleasure at the aftershocks, knowing that he would be overstimulated if she moved. Gently, he pulled out of her mouth again and smirked down at her.

"Go clean yourself up and you can leave, slut. I'll let you know when I want to use you again." Avery's heart leapt at the fact that Ralph said when rather than if and immediately sank again as he added, "But your orgasms belong to me now, no getting yourself off without my say-so."

He zipped up his pants and walked away, breaking into a smile as he turned away. She watched in joyful frustration as he left.

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An hour or so later, Avery walked into the living room where Ralph sat on the couch. He was watching a concert and drinking a bourbon, and Avery was freshly showered, with no traces of the wax that had been on her skin. Ralph couldn't help but admire the fading marks from his crop and a few bruises that were just beginning to bloom.

Avery curled up on the couch next to him, and Ralph poured her a glass of bourbon to accompany the bottle of water she brought in. He handed it to her, and then wrapped his arm around her as she lay her head on his shoulder.

"Was it too much?" He asked.

"No," Avery replied, tilting her head up so he could see that she meant it. "It was perfect."

"Yes, that's what I thought too," he said, and gently kissed her. They sipped bourbon and watched the concert in comfortable quiet, and that was perfect too.