Who Said You Could Move, Gimp Boy!

Preface

The inspiration for this story came from an online friend. They have a need for clinical levels of control during kink play. Their requirements of their dominant borders on goddess worship. They are also into sounding play. That's a whole thing in this story.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

Damien visits the dungeon area of our fetish club. He has been before. We enjoy an established Dom-Sub relationship. I am keen to help him explore his latest kink.

Who Said You Could Move, Gimp Boy!

The gimp mask over Damien's face hides his expression. I hear him breathing above the silence. He knows his safe word.

His penis arches like a six inch hook above his hairless belly. When Damien first arrived, he swaggered with confidence. He was in control. He looks different now. He looks like every other submissive I strap to this table. The dungeon helps them conform.

His penis and testicles lie naked and exposed to my every whim and fancy. His penis is thick and leaks precum from the opening. He lies ready for his treatment.

I gather his testicles and circle my thumb and forefinger around the base. I pull and his penis twitches.

I dip my finger into a small pot of lubricant on the trolley by the table. The lubricant gives the tip of Damien's penis a gloss under the surgical lights. The light reflects off my black PVC gloves.

The tip of his penis is solid and angry. Damien cannot touch his penis. His hands stay fastened to the table with wide leather bands. I prohibit touching. I may touch but I forbid Damien from touching his penis during our play.

I circle the tip of his penis ten times in a clockwise direction. I switch direction for another ten circles. His stomach rises and falls in time with the pleasure.

I look forward to sessions like this with Damien. I love power play. The privilege of having power over another human being's orgasm never grows old. It is a real thrill.

I dress for the occasion. My black PVC dress is in fitting with our play. Damien adores slow, deliberate teasing. He also enjoys items inserted into his anus.

Damien last visited six weeks ago. He brought a huge toy he had bought. He lay here, on the same table. I placed a rolled-up towel under his hips with his ass in the air.

The toy was too wide for me to hold in one hand. I used lubricant on the tip of the toy and around his anus. The toy wouldn't go inside him. I fetched a stool and climbed on the table. I pushed down on the base of the toy with all my weight. The toy went in.

Damien spurted cum a few seconds later. I wiped it up with a fresh latex glove and offered it to his lips. He said he didn't want to eat his own cum but I told him he had to. He ate his own cum. And he enjoyed it.

I left the toy in his anus for a minute longer. I used his phone to take photographs.

Damien can see my breasts in my short black PVC dress. I have large breasts. I wear a 42GG bra under my dress. I do not wear panties.

I slip a finger inside my cunt and offer it over the nose holes in the mask. Damien can smell my scent on my gloved hand. His head lifts off the padded leather table.

I insert my cunt soaked finger between his lips. I swirl it around his eager tongue. His mouth is warm. His saliva coats my finger when I pull out.

I use the same finger to stroke his penis from the balls, up the shaft, to the tip. I mix his saliva with his precum and smear the cum cocktail over the opening.

His breathing speeds up when he feels the cold round tip of the sounding rod at his opening.

The chrome finish on the cold steel shines under the sterile lights. Damien's fists clench as the rod descends into his opening, millimetre by millimetre.

A delicate touch to keep the rod balanced is all that it needs. The rod sinks inside his penis.

My fingers drift to the wide base of his glans. I pull on his foreskin. The smooth, lubricated latex glides around the base of his glans. I hear his breathing intensify.

I pull on the rod. Every tiny ridge on the rod appears as I pull it further and further.

I step closer to Damien's face. I lift my heavy breasts from my PVC dress. My engorged nipples are hard and long. Damien licks his lips. He wants my nipples in his mouth.

I push the sounding rod further inside his shaft. Damien's hips twitch. I give it a moment. This is for pleasure, not discomfort.

Stroking the underside of his glans with my gloved fingers intensifies his breathing. He is almost panting. His orgasm is close.

I grip the sounding rod between my fingers and masturbate his penis. I dip the rod in and out while I circle his glans in my lubricated glove.

I keep it simple. Up and down with the rod. Short, gentle strokes, in and out. Soft, circular strokes around his glans.

I hear Damien breathing through his nose like a racehorse. It is time.

I pull at the sounding rod. I continue with my gloved hand. Damien's body heaves off the table.

Cum flies through the air in thick jets. Most of it lands on the strap across his chest. One drop lands on my breast.

"Who said you could cum on my breasts?" I say, pushing my breast in his face.

"Lick it off. Now!" I say, my tone unimpressed.

An obedient tongue emerges between Damien's lips. He cleans his mess from my breast.

"Leave it open." I say, slipping the cum-slick sounding rod between Damien's lips.

"I bet that tastes nice. Not the first time you tasted your own cum, is it?" I ask.

Damien shakes his head.

"You love it. Don't you." I say.

Damien nods.

I scoop the cum from the strap over his chest.

"Do you want this?" I ask.

Damien nods again.

I smear his cum across his lips.

"Show me how you lick it off your lips." I say, making sure he understands.

I unshackle his wrists.

"Seeing as you have been a good boy, you can have a treat." I say, pulling at the strap across his chest.

I help him off the table and take his place.

"You can take that mask off. I want your tongue in my cunt." I say, relaxing my hips so my thighs part. "Get to work. I will tell you when to stop."

Damien does as instructed. His tongue is warm and wet on my clit.

He knows how I like it. He pleasured me like this during our first meet a few years ago. That was all it was. He ate me out. That was all he wanted at the time. His perversion grew since then. His need for fetish and kink seem to grow every month.

I pull his face hard against my cunt. I am ready for this. I haven't cum in days. I buck my hips against his mouth. His tongue targets my clit. I want it in my cunt. I gyrate against his mouth. His tongue doesn't tire and my orgasm builds.

"Don't you dare stop." I say, hearing my breathing speed up.

His tongue darts in and out of me. I shift my hips so he works my clit. He is my sex toy in human form. His face is my sybian saddle.

I buck hard and pull him in as my orgasm lands. He cannot escape. His tongue is mine. I had him on this table and I have him between my thighs. I have him trapped for my pleasure.

I relax as my orgasm subsides.

...

I wipe the sounding rod with cleaning gel and hand it back to Damien.

"First it was you eating me. Then it was anal toys. Now it's sounding rods. Whatever will it be next?" I ask.

"I don't know. I really don't. I go through phases." he says.

"You know there's a pattern, don't you." I say.

"Is there?" Damien says.

"Yes. Control. You like to be controlled. Controlled for other people's pleasure. Or your pain."

Damien strokes his chin while he thinks.

"Sounding rods aren't painful." he says.

"Not when I do it." I say. "But I bet it could be."

"Interesting. So next time I message, what do think it will be about?"

"I don't know. Whipping? Ball torture?" I say.

"Oh. Now there's a thing." Damien says, his eyes lighting up.

"You want real ball torture?" I ask.

"When you pulled on them earlier. It really got me going!"

Although dressed now, I imagine that cock of his is stirring thinking about it.

"Maybe next time!" I say, laughing.

I doubt I will agree to that one. I don't like pain. I don't causing pain.

But I would agree to more of that tongue action. How do I make it all about that?