Bibliophile Érotique: Mich Masoch
“Utter abandon.”
Those were my exact words. He’d asked me what I wanted and, at the time, it seemed like a good idea. Standing in the middle of our studio, the blindfold feeling more constricting with each passing second, doubt pricked the shiny bubble of fantasy.
What the hell had I gotten myself into this time?
Quiet, which normally wrapped about me comfortably, tightened its grip until my breath came in hard, shallow gasps. My voice ached to cry out, but it would not. It, like me, didn’t dare break the spell. It was too late to turn back, at least that’s how it felt. We’d already started so, if I kept my promise, the word no wasn’t mine to use, anyway.
Until He said otherwise, I belonged to Him.
Chivalrous as ever, He’d asked about boundaries and how far He should push. I, being my usual impetuous self, boldly told Him to, “Demolish them.” One of these days, perhaps I’ll learn to think harder about these things before I open my big mouth.
My hands, held behind my neck, shook and I clasped harder to try to keep them under control. Their weakness moved to my knees, which wobbled as unsteadily as a kid in high heels, but I had no shoes to blame. Beside the velvet tied over my eyes, I wore nothing but leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, along with a bondage belt at my waist.
Though I’d been desperate for a sound, any sound, His low chuckle was not exactly what I was hoping for. It only served to stretch my nerves tighter until they were ready to snap. He didn’t have to enjoy my discomfort so much, did He? Swallowing hard, I choked down the kernel of indignation in my throat before it could grow into something more dangerous.
How could I blame Him? This was all my idea.
Just a few weeks ago, the notion of ceding consent was merely another bodice-ripping fantasy sloshing around my brain-pan. We’d explored S/M and power exchange, but it was like a game, playing with control. Something in me craved more, to strip away the safe haven of conditions until my submission was complete and irrevocable. I needed for Him to invade every sacred space, tear down the boundaries that stood between me and freedom.
So, there I was, stark naked and shivering, waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop.
He was taking His time, footfalls slow and deliberate as He strode around me. Sometimes, furniture scuffed against the hard floor as He moved it toward the walls, clearing out the center of the room. Mostly, the room stalled in silence, and more ominous fucking silence, while my heartbeat thudded a staccato rhythm in my ears.
As His footsteps approached, pausing briefly before He stood directly in front me, I gulped to dislodge my heart from my throat. Warm breath, tinged with a hint of wine, fluttered against my cheeks before tickling at my ears. Moist lips sucked my earlobe as His hands traveled over my trembling body.
“I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of you, all of you,” He whispered, and a cold chill slithered down my spine, turning white hot between my legs. “You know why we’re here?”
“Um … huh?” I muttered back. My brain was a bit too addled for QnA.
He chuckled. “Rhetorical question.” A playful slap rang out and my ass warmed in its wake. “You’ve been holding back, haven’t you, pet?” His hand closed tight, squeezing the cheek hard, and I whimpered under my breath. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
Beeping interrupted Him, signaling an incoming message. “Hold that thought,” He said, stepping back, and I heard the keystrokes and whooshing sounds of texts being exchanged. What the hell was so important? My mind searched for answers, but found nothing but more questions. Finally, His lips pressed against mine, hot and urgent, as He held me close.
“Last chance to change your mind.” The words last chance echoed in my head, turning up the volume on my heartbeat until its throbbing pulse reached all the way to my clit. “Are you ready to serve me?”
“I’m ready, Sir,” I replied, though I was anything but.
“Open your mouth.”
Without hesitation, I obeyed, and my mouth was filled with what felt like a thick rubber bit gag. Except, it wasn’t smooth enough for that. Instinctively, I bit down and almost jumped at the loud squeak of a dog’s chew toy. Starting to mutter, I fought the urge to spit the damned thing out of my mouth and share a few choice words. My hands clenched into fists behind my head and breaths huffed, bull-like, in and out of my nose.
“I’d suggest you adjust your attitude before I come back.” With that, He turned and His footsteps left the room, followed by the front door opening and closing. Where the hell was He going?
Moments dragged like they were being pulled through tar while I tried to hold on to some semblance of composure. But there was no keeping my cool. Every dire possibility fogged my thoughts, blinding common sense. Yet, I couldn’t ignore the building heat, the trickle of wetness escaping my sex and snaking its slow, torturous way down my thigh. Dread was quickly winnowing itself down to a tantalizing glimmer of anticipation.
I resigned myself to obey Him as best I could. He’d test me, of course; that was the point. He’d push every one of my buttons and dare me to defy Him. All I had to do was let go of the inhibitions that held me back.
The door creaked and I immediately snapped to attention, scanning for any hint of a sound. I had to be imagining things, because I swore I heard a cluster of footsteps and hushed voices in the hall. They must be coming from the stairwell outside. Holding my breath, I focused harder. Holy shit! I wasn’t wrong. Several people moved through the foyer, headed toward the studio.
His whisper rose above the others, muffled by distance but just clear enough to make out words. “No talking.”
What the fuck was He playing at? I didn’t say yes to this … did I? The realization hit me like a punch in the gut: when I’d asked Him to disregard limits, I’d said yes to everything.
Footsteps approached. My heart raced, beating so hard I was sure it could be seen pounding away against my chest. I tried to remember to breathe, but kept losing the thread, gulping air frantically to catch up. Irrational hopes yammered in my mind. He wouldn’t actually bring them into the studio, would He?
My eyes reflexively squeezed shut, my jaw champing down on the hateful thing in my mouth. The damned squeak set off the intruders, and men’s raucous laughter burned my cheeks with shame as my stomach sank. Oh god, they were right here and could see everything. The blindfold caught the tears as they streamed from my eyes. I tried to plead with Him to change His mind, but all that came out from behind the gag were panicked bursts of garbled nonsense. It was no use. I was exposed and debased, and there was nothing I could do about it. So, why was my belly tightening as if I enjoyed the idea? I wasn’t actually turned on by this humbling spectacle … was I?
“We have some unfinished business, don’t we pet?” He sounded so calm, as if he hadn’t just invited god-knows-who in to look at me naked. Meanwhile, I could barely stand, my knees were shaking so badly. Dragging something along with Him, He lingered a moment before giving my ass a hard slap. “I see you’re still not ready to behave yet,” He growled in my ear, grabbing a handful of butt cheek.
All of a sudden, I was picked up and flung over His lap as he sat. Protests screamed in my head, but didn’t dare move to my mouth. One hand forced me down, holding my hands tight as He pushed me over, His leg pinning mine until I was completely immobilized with my ass raised high in the air. I barely had time to think about how mortified I was before His free hand rained a volley of slaps, hard and fast, moving from one cheek to the next as I tried in vain to wriggle away from the blows while the fucking chew toy squeaked in mocking bursts. My struggling only seemed to spur Him to spank even harder, moving His focus to my sit-spot and thighs, where the heat of the sting grew to unbearable fire.
He stopped, releasing His hold on my top half. Weakened, and too humiliated to care, I didn’t fight gravity and let myself fall limp. Clutching a handful of hair, He pulled my head back and removed the bit. My mouth went slack as a wracking sob shook me to the core.
Pain had nothing to do with my reaction, regardless of the terrible burn of His punishment. Helplessness ate away any hope of composure I might have had. I had no idea who was in the room with us. Were they strangers or friends I’d have to face later? I didn’t want to think about either possibility; they were both equally horrifying.
“I’ll ask you only once and, when you answer, you’d better mean it. Do you want to stop?”
“No!” The word blurted out so fast, it surprised even me. More surprising was that I wasn’t lying. Tempted as I was to end the ordeal, I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it. The little spark of erotic intrigue wouldn’t let me stop. It glowed brighter with each passing moment, luring me with the promise of unfettered release. Regardless of my terror of what might come next, I was hooked.
He helped me back up, replaced the gag, and led me to the edge of the room. “Stay here and don’t move.” A flurry of activity broke out, with His occasional whispers sneaking through the banging and clanking assaulting my eardrums.
“Come here, pet,” He commanded. “I’m ready for you.”
My feet minced ahead in tentative, little steps. I could handle a lot of things, but the possibility of tripping and falling at this moment was more than I could bear. Toes then heels, rinse and repeat, I made my interminable way toward Him and whatever trial awaited.
Stopped, hands grabbed at my limbs. Each wrist had its own keeper, stretching them up and out. More hands held my waist from behind. They felt almost like His but rougher, chafing against my skin until I repeatedly flinched away from the contact. They gave my bottom a warning tap.
“Be still for me,” He said. I whimpered but froze obediently in place.
Rough Hands wrapped a wide swath of sturdy fabric around my waist, then wound it through my belt and pulled tight until it cinched me in. Holding my breath, I tried not to struggle as the hands at my wrists moved to my ankles, spreading me wide. Pulled by my waist up and back, I was lifted until my toes barely grazed the floor, floating weightless, bent over and indecently opened.
Dueling emotions wreaked havoc on my mind. Fresh tears breeched the soaked blindfold to pour down my face while wetness coursed, hot and sticky, down my legs. Rough Hands must have noticed, and traced fingers through its progress with an amused grunt. Without hesitation, they probed the source, assailing my hole with two long digits while I cried futilely from behind the gag. Teeth brushed against my nipple, biting down just as Rough Hands employed the hand not up my cunt to further redden my ass with a resounding twack. My wetness, no longer a mere trickle but a gushing flow, belied my outward discomfort, as my smoldering need flamed hotter.
Mouth continued devouring my tits, flicking the little silver rings with its tongue between bites, teasing my nipples to hard and agonizingly aroused peaks. It moved, working its way over my belly, each love bite triggering a renewed surge of blood following it downward. Rough Hands shifted attention to my backside, grasping a cheek in each hand as Mouth reached my cunt, swirling its tongue over the full of me. Electric currents of jolting bliss surged through my core. I struggled against them, but their force was growing all but impossible to resist. Just as Mouth hungrily bore down on my engorged clit, Rough Hands’ fingertip breached the tight ring of my asshole and a pleasured moan escaped my lips.
But, it wasn’t Him.
My mind repelled the indulgence. How in the hell could I let myself enjoy this? Despite the conflict raging in my conscience, my traitorous body didn’t give a shit. The more desperately I tried to fight the hot blood surging to my sex, the fire blazed even higher, my flesh relishing the shameless plunder and demanding more. I couldn’t give in, though all my body wanted was to arch into Rough Hands’ invasion. My hips pulled against their bonds, wanting to rock into each stroke while I bit back moans.
Mouth lapped at my parted slit, drinking me in. I wouldn’t let myself yield to the sweet hum of the building climax.
It brought its teeth down on my clit, sucking hard around them while a new set of fingers invaded my cunt. My pussy milked the fingers as it pushed into the Mouth feeding off its pleasure. Mouth, pleased, naturally responded, “Mmm, yes.”
It wasn’t Him, either.
My mind raced, panicked, as the truth of my situation dawned on me. Two strangers were fucking me and He let them. Oh god, what if they weren’t strangers? Resolve shattered and I screamed into the bit, confused tension flooding out reason. There was no reason in this. Madness held the reins and wasn’t letting go.
In a flash, He was beside me, lips brushing my ear. Caressing my cheek, He freed my mouth to cover it with His own and tenderly urged me open. His tongue explored, warm and moist against mine, tart and heady with fresh wine. Back in my home in His arms, the fight in me retreated, too exhausted to sustain itself, leaving no trace of its hysteria.
“Are you all right, pet?”
“Maybe it’s just too much … I don’t know … ” I muttered weakly.
“Since when is it a problem when I play rough with you?”
“Bu-but … ”
“Now that I’ve primed your ass, I’m going to fuck you like the horny slut you are, nice and hard in all your holes.” I could practically hear the wink in his voice.
Mental jackpot bells went off, accompanied by lights blinking the word mindfuck. I should have known better. My unseen lovers were Him after all, to a fashion. At least they were inside the fantasy he’d built for me. I only had to foist logic from the fore and accept it.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered. I chose to believe. What other choice did I have?
My bonds were loosened so He could be suspended beneath me. Straddling Him, I inched down onto His waiting cock until I’d taken the full of Him inside me. Stretched by His girth, my cunt flooded over, and the air around us filled with the musky, tangy cocktail of sweat and my essence. Slathered with lube, I clamped my mouth shut, afraid I’d cry out too loudly when He filled my other hole. Steeling myself, I tightened up as His cock slowly entered me. Groaning, desperate for more, nothing mattered to me at that moment but His cock stuffing me everywhere.
Pulsating violet light synched to my moans as He pumped my ass with achingly slow thrusts. Holding on to my hips, He swung me back and forth, diving deeper with each circuit, grinding my clit against Him beneath me. Moans turned to panting grunts and the light behind my eyes expanded to fill my mind while I started to fly. All other thoughts and cares fell away until only losing myself in ecstasy remained.
Gathering my hair, He positioned me to use the motion of His thrusts from behind to fuck my mouth. His pace quickened, His manner more savage as animal need took over. With each stroke, He’d pause before impaling me again so I could suck and swirl my tongue on His waiting cock while I lusted for the sensation of Him plunging deep inside me again. The urgency of His shuddering moans drove me to even greater abandon as He buried Himself in my flesh. At that moment, I existed only as His wonton dream, an extension of His hunger.
As He reached a fevered pitch, we moved together like frenzied cogs, naturally fitted to fuck with feral brutality. I soared, swimming in voluptuous light as He hammered my every hole. He shook violently, desire piqued to the brink of explosion. The violet light burst into chards, millions of stars floating in the charged air, and I bathed in their glow as they swirled about me. A shuddering wail burst out as rapture claimed me at last.
“Happy birthday, pet,” he whispered as I melted into oblivion.
The author
Mich Masoch is a writer, fetish and erotica photographer, designer, and lifelong pervert. With her husband and partner, Jimi King, she owns and runs Circus Hooker Smut Regime, an independent erotica production and design studio in Los Angeles, Ca. She is currently writing the soon-to-be-released vampire erotic romance novella, “Reaper Perfume”, as well as a series of cookbooks for fellow hedonists. Her spanking erotica short story “Discipline Me” is available at Amazon , Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, and other eBookstores. You can find her photography work and updates, along with behind the scenes peeks of photo and video shoots, on the CHS Regime site, Twitter (@MichMasoch), and Tumblr (This Sexy Life).
