Page 40 of Release Me

“Rule number one. Never lie to me. For starters, I know when you’re lying and when you’re being truthful. Second, it’s disrespectful and you will be punished each time you do. Last, and most importantly, I can’t help you if you’re not 100% honest with me. Understood?”

She stops sucking but doesn’t answer.

“I asked you a question, Brynn.”

Sliding another finger into her mouth to join the first one, I make it a little more difficult for her to speak.

“I understand,” she finally says, her lips curling, deliciously, around my fingers with her words.

Pulling my fingers from her mouth, I return to her ass and ask my question again.

“Now, are you turned on, Brynn?”

“Yes.”

“You answer, ‘yes, sir,’ or ‘yes, master’ when we are in this dungeon.”

She can’t hold back the snort of laughter at my order. Squaring up with her ass again, I deliver two more blows to each of her plump ass cheeks.

“Ahhh!” she cries, before panting with pleasure at the sting.

Of course she likes to be spanked. I may be going about this punishment the wrong way. She will never respect me if she doesn’t think I can affect her. Time to switch things up. I need to rattle her. To show her how much control I can have over her happiness here. Take her from one end of the pleasure spectrum to the other. I walk over to the armoire again and gather another set of restraints. Tossing them on the bed, I return to Brynn and begin to unfasten her from my bench.

Not every sub is the same. Some of them hate being spanked, and therefore spanking is a good punishment for them. But for masochistic pain sluts like Brynn, I’ll have to punish her with pleasure to get through to her. I should have known. I deserve my own punishment for not seeing that clearly.

Every day is a learning experience in this lifestyle.

“I’m going to help you off the bench and take you over to the bed,” I inform her.

“Wait, what?”

“I am not going to have sex with you Brynn. This is merely an exercise.”

She says nothing else as we walk to the other side of the room. When we approach the bed, I pick the leather collar with the attached wrist restraints off the bed. Her breathing intensifies as I wrap the thick, cool material around her neck. Based on the notes from her trial, I already know she enjoys breath play. If she’s getting her hopes up regarding what is about to happen here, that’s her fault. I’d be lying if I told you I’m not looking forward to her expression once she realizes what I’m up to.

Once the neck restraint is secured, I buckle each wrist into place. Brynn begins to squirm as I wrap the cuff around her second wrist. She realizes she may not like what’s coming next. Before I take off her blindfold, I sit her on the bed and push her to the middle of the mattress. Stacking a couple pillows behind her so she can remain slightly upright, I have her lie back. I want her to be able to see everything I’m doing to her. Using the set of under the bed restraints, I attach a swivel clip to the cuff around her right wrist. Walking around to the other side of the bed, I do the same with her left wrist.

Back at the armoire, the next thing I take out of it is my spreader bar. My cock aches knowing her pussy will soon be pulsating with need, and I will get to witness every single desirable twitch. I need to remember this is a punishment. No matter how mesmerizing it is to watch Brynn shower her cum all over the place, I can’t lose sight of the fact that this girl needs discipline.

There will be plenty of time for pleasure another day.

I really am out of practice. It’s never been this hard for me to control myself.

I cuff each ankle quickly, ready to get started, before spreading the bar as far apart as it can go. Brynn lets out a moan. She’s fidgety. Standing at the end of the bed, I watch her for a moment. When I don’t move or make any noise, she speaks.

“D—Dick? Are you still here?”

Her continued disrespect and defiance of my orders gives me the strength I need to shove down the part of myself who wants to witness her come apart before me...because of me...again.

“Yes.”

I go back to the armoire once more and grab the arousal cream from the drawer. Her nervous stare meets mine the moment I remove her blindfold. With one glance, I convey to her both my disappointment and irritation. Slowly, I unscrew the cap to the arousal cream and the smell of menthol hits my senses immediately. I take a sizeable amount, more than enough to cover her clit twice, and place the container down on the bed.

With two fingers, I open her pussy wide, forcing her clit out from the protection of its hood. I hear Brynn’s breathing quicken again. I’m surprised she hasn’t shouted or tried to fight her way free yet. To some degree, she must realize this is not the time for her bullshit.

My cream covered finger connects with her clit, and I swirl it around several times, making sure there isn’t any part I've missed. I stretch her folds to the left and to the right, ensuring the cream finds each and every crevice to sink deep inside of.

“Wha--” I watch as Brynn tries to swallow her nerves. “What is that?”

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