The Most Pleasurable Pain

Randy had finished with Stephen and sent him to the stables to be washed down and fed. Devon had gone back to the house to prepare for the evening. She gave Randy explicit instructions to send Stephen to the house promptly at 7:00, wearing only his collar. Stephen was to come directly to the bedroom, kneel, and wait.
Stephen entered his bedroom exactly at 7:00, knelt in the middle of the room, and waited for his mistress. Devon was lounging in the whirlpool as she heard Stephen enter the bedroom. Smiling devilishly, she called to Stephen to come into the bathroom. As Stephen entered the bathroom, she instructed him to join her in the tub. Kneeling in the center of the tub, he casted his eyes downward. Devon grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up until they were eye to eye.
“Did you enjoy the show, Stephen” asked Devon.
“Yes, mistress Devon” replied Stephen.
“I enjoyed your performance today. You are quite the show-off, aren’t you Stephen?”
“It was all for you mistress. I just want to please you.”
Still holding on to his collar she pulled him towards her until he was crushed up against her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him up against the side of the tub. Grinding against his lap, she could feel his erection pressing against her ass. He hissed as she scrapped her nails across the welts on his chest. Grabbing the back of his head, she turned his faced towards her.
“What is your fantasy, Stephen? What do you want?” asked Devon.
“Only to please you, mistress” replied Stephen.
“I need to hear your desires or this ends now!”
Stephen knew what he wanted. He flipped her over and pinned her back against the side of the tub.
“No more games, no more illusions. Just you and me, enjoying each other in every way possible.” he told her as he gently bit her on the neck. Running his tongue up the column of her throat to her ear, he whispered, “Tell me what you want Devon, what is your fantasy? I know what mine is.” said Stephen as he wrapped her legs around him and took her out of the tub and into the bedroom. Sitting her on the edge of the bed, he kneeled between her thighs.
“Tell me what you want Devon” demanded Stephen as he slid his hand over her knee and down her thigh. Devon couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think, she could only feel the warm silky caress of his hand. She wanted more, more of him, hell all of him. She was losing control of the situation. She had to stop before it went any further, but God she didn’t want him to stop. Gripping his shoulders, she pushed him away from her. He fought against her resistance by trying to pin her beneath him. She yelled “Stop!” as he held her arms down. He quickly complied by kneeling on floor.
“Stephen, I am still the master until tomorrow morning. I haven’t relinquished my power or control. Yes, I want you and I want nothing more than to fuck you senseless. But, it will be done my way, on my terms. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress Devon, crystal clear.” Stephen replied resuming his submissive role.
“Good. Lay down on the bed.” Devon demanded. Stephen moved himself on to the bed and laid flat on his back. Devon knew that his bondage straps would be underneath the mattress. She checked the foot end in the corners and found the black velcro cuffs. She secured them around his ankles. She repeated the same process at the head of the bed and secured the wrist restraints. Stephen was naked, spread-eagle, and vulnerable just like she always pictured him to be. Opening his night stand, she pulled out the blindfold she was saving just for him. Concerned was etched on his face as she brought the blindfold to his eyes.
“Do you trust me, Stephen?”
“Yes, I do Mistress. I am yours to do as you please.” She placed the blindfold over his eyes as she felt his breathe quicken. Straddling him, she bent over and placed a chaste kiss upon his mouth before she plundered him with her tongue. Her scent enveloped him, overpowering his senses as he pulled against his restraints. She felt him straining against the straps. Grabbing her crop, she smacked him across the chest. “Stop resisting Stephen or you will be punished.” commanded Devon. Feeling his body relax, she continued to explore his body, seeking out his hot spots. She ran her tongue over his chest, sucking and biting his nipples. Stephen groaned as her fingertips caressed his stomach and then hiss as she dug her nails into his hips. “I want to ride you Stephen, hard, deep, and fast. Do you want that Stephen?” asked Devon. He bucked against her and yelled, “Yes!”
Swiping the crop across his chest twice she punished him. “Forgotten your manners Stephen? Yes, what?”
“I am sorry Mistress Devon for not giving you the proper respect. Please, I need you, Mistress.” begged Stephen. Sliding down, she took him all in one smooth stroke. Gyrating her hips, she teased him with shallow strokes as she rode him at a snail’s pace. Becoming frustrated, Stephen tried bucking against Devon for deeper penetration. He had patience, but they were running extremely thin. He had waited eight years for this moment; eight agonizing years to have her in his bed. To show her that he loved, wanted, and needed her, but all he could think about was getting his restraints off and fucking her until she couldn’t move. He couldn’t see her expression nor her face due to the blindfold. Blindfolds, the one thing he hated wearing because it denied him what he loved, watching. He loved to watch her face contort in pleasure with lips parted, gasping for breathe as she moaned and cried out for more. He tried picturing her the way he remembered. The night he made love to her over and over. The way her body trembled beneath his touch, the way she quivered under the expertise of his mouth as he brought her to dizzying heights of pleasure multiple times. God! she was killing him slowly.
Devon smiled as she felt his frustration mount with every stroke. She did it on purpose, she wanted him like this, powerless, desperate, hungry, wanting. She slid her hands to his nipples and twisted as she slammed her hips down hard. Taking all of him into her again she rode him hard and fast. Stephen roared as his orgasm ripped through his body. He came hard with teeth clenched and muscles tight. As he rode out the last waves he felt light-headed, almost giddy and then pure blackness.
Opening his eyes, he was met with harsh light and a concerned Devon staring at him. “Are you ok?” she asked him. Looking at her he realized what had happened; he had passed out from his orgasm. He started laughing and soon he heard Devon join in. “I passed out, I can’t believe it. I have never experienced that before.” he exclaimed. “Was it good?” Devon asked.
He gave her a mischievous grin and said, “Untie me Mistress and I will show you how good it was.”
Leaning back she untied his ankles and then she removed his wrist restraints. “It might be a good idea if you rested for... mmmphh. A hand placed over her mouth cut her off in mid sentence as she found herself flat on her back. Ice blue eyes blazing with lust stared down at her. “I don’t need rest, I only need to please you Mistress.” he told her as he replaced his hand with his mouth. The taste of her flared his lust even more as he deepened the kiss. Devon raked her fingers through his hair as she wrapped her legs high on his waist. He broke the kiss and suckled down her neck to her chest. She arched her back towards him as he nipped and licked her nipple. Bringing his hand up, he cupped her other breast in his hand and gently rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Eliciting a moan, she pushed her chest closer to him. She could feel his cock at her entrance as pulled him closer to her entrance. Shaking his head no, he pulled away from and moved down the length of her body until his head was nestled between her thighs. Protesting at the loss of contact, she started to get up when she felt Stephen’s hand against her stomach holding her down.
“I want to taste you, Mistress” he whispered lowering his mouth to her slick folds. He spread her lips apart, blowing a stream of hot breathe against her clit before twirling his tongue around it, eliciting the sweetest sound he ever heard from her lips. His name cried out in a harsh whisper as he sucked her clit deep into his mouth. She bucked her hips uncontrollably as he continued to skillfully manipulate her sex with tongue and teeth. Her blood boiled from the raging inferno that swept through her body as her impending orgasm threatened to carry her into oblivion. Stephen felt a slight fluttering in her stomach as Devon came closer to the edge. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and thrust deep inside her. Devon cried out as he drove into faster and harder until she felt her walls spasm. She rode out the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. An orgasm that left her breathless and limp. Stephen withdrew from her when he felt her go limp. He laid down next to her and pulled her close to him. She rolled over until she lay on top of him. Wrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes. She gently lifted herself off him and slowly made her way to the edge of the bed. Opening one eye Stephen asked where she was going. “I thought you fell asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you.” Lifting the covers up, he patted the bed and motioned for her to lay next to him. She crawled underneath the blankets as he spooned her from behind. He whispered to her and she felt a shiver race down her back at his words, “I lost you once. I will not lose you again, but only if you will have me, Mistress Devon.”
“The game is over Stephen. You are relinquished from servitude. Call me Devon” she spoke with a comedic edge. He laughed at her dramatic hand gesturing as she addressed him as if she were a queen addressing her loyal subjects. As his laughter died down, she interlaced their fingers and forgave him.
“Stephen, you have my forgiveness. Thank you for a wonderful time. Now, I know why you were such an exceptional master. I was impressed how you took everything in stride, with no complaints and no exceptions. Thank you for that” Devon told him sincerely.
Thank you Devon, I am forever grateful to you.” He paused for a brief moment before adding, thank you for your forgiveness, it means everything to me.”
“Your welcome Stephen and I guess the saying is true, the best submissives make the best masters.”
“That is why I submitted to you. You were my best student and now you have exceeded even my expectations” he stated beaming with pride. “My offer still stands, Devon. I am serious about wanting you in my life now and forever.”
She stared him in the face and said, “I know you are and I believe that you do love me. I just need a little time to think things through, get a better perspective on the situation.”
“Take all the time you need, I will wait. I’ve already waited eight years for this moment to happen, I can wait a little longer. No pressure, no gimmicks, no bullshit, no games and no secrets from one another.”
“Yes, she agreed, I would very much like that also” she told Stephen as he pulled her closer into his embrace and fell asleep. But, Devon couldn’t sleep, she was wracked with guilt. She had a secret that she kept from Stephen for over eight years. A secret that would never go away and one that he would find out eventually about. She was ashamed for not doing the right thing, but she couldn’t back then. He walked out on her eight years ago and left her destroyed. He took her heart and trust and left her alone, scared, and pregnant. Now, eight years later, she is laying in his arms again, as they contemplate a future together. She wondered how long it will take before that dream dissipates when his love and desire for her turns into hate and loathing when he realizes she had deceived him all this time. The truth of an eight year old little girl with an infectious smile that could melt your heart exactly the way her father could.