Page 6 of Sub Mission

“Would you like to see what I’d selected for you?” he asked as he hooked the wiring to the plug I’d selected.

My eyes widened when I saw the plug start to vibrate before he pushed a button on the remote, quieting it down again. When my mind finally cleared, I answered, “Uh, yeah. I guess. Sir.” My mind kept conjuring up a picture of how wildly the small toy had vibrated. How would that feel? The plug Mistress Samantha used didn’t vibrate. My biggest concern had been keeping it inside of me, not whether or not it would cause my ass to jiggle when the remote was activated.

He bent over and picked up a small shopping bag. “I called your Mistress on my drive over, and when she gave me your safe word, which I appreciate you not lying about by the way, I had to stop by my favorite toy store and pick up something just for you.” He pushed the bag toward me and said, “Go ahead. See what you missed out on.”

I peeked into the bag and felt my eyes roll. Tucked in the bag was a butt plug with a rainbow colored furry tail attached. “Ha-ha, Sir. That would have been hilarious.”

“I thought so,” he answered. “I also thought it would look gorgeous dangling between your legs when I bent you over one of my benches and spanked your ass good enough that it would match the pretty pink of your rainbow tail.”

His words did something to me…something they probably shouldn’t have. My cock twitched. Being naked, it was impossible for me to hide my reactions to anything he chose to do to me. Or, as in this case, say to me.

“Oh, well. Perhaps another time.” He reached into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of something I figured must be lube. “Go over to the spanking bench, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks for me.” He smiled. “Boy.”

That was it. I’d kill him before the hour was over. Inside my head, I called him every dirty, vile name I could think of. Verbally, I said, “Yes, Sir.”Yay, a victory point for me. Rah rah.

I found the bench, bent over, took a deep breath, and reached behind me to pull my cheeks apart, exposing a part of me anyone rarely got a good look at. Okay, nobody ever got a good look at. Until Seth.

My entire body burned with embarrassment.

“Do you know what you selected, boy?” Seth asked as he lubed up the small toy.

“A vibrating butt plug,” I said, not sure if my response sounded like an answer or a question.

“Close. It’s called a prostate stimulator.” He leaned over and licked the spot below my ear. When my body quivered, he chuckled softly. “Have you ever had anyone play with your prostate?”

Damn motherfucking Mistress Samantha for telling himeverything. How many of my other erogenous spots did he know about?

“No, Sir,” I grumbled.Point deducted.

“I didn’t think so,” he answered. “Perhaps we’ll get to…one day.”

What? He wasn’t going to use it?

More importantly, why was I so disappointed by the possibility?

He sat the toy aside and said, “Let’s move to the Saint Andrew’s Cross. I hear it’s a favorite of yours.” He smacked my ass and walked away from me. “Come on, Baker. Don’t dawdle.”

Oh, shit. I was in serious trouble. The second he’d said my name…called me something other than boy, it had felt like his hand literally stroked the length of my cock. There was no questioning it, I was leaking precum and he hadn’t laid a hand on me yet. Well, other than one playful swat.

Serious, serious trouble.

Once we were both at the cross, he surprised me by twisting my body around to where it faced the cross, instead of having my back against it. Once there, he wasted no time latching my wrists into the leather cuffs attached at each corner and then moved to do the same to my ankles. His touch was rougher than I was accustomed to and ran up and down the length of each of my legs, stopping short of touching my balls. I wanted to whimper in disappointment but managed to hold it in.

My eyes followed him as he moved around to the other side of the cross until he faced me. I frowned in confusion when he knelt in front of me. What. The. Fuck. His hands maneuvered the wood of his cross, causing the center to drop down to where it was even with my crotch. I looked down and watched as his hand, covered in soft leather gloves, reached through an opening in the wood, took my cock, and pulled it through the opening. The moment he touched me, a gasp escaped my lips. I told myself it was because I hadn’t expected the touch, but knew I was probably lying. I left it with the lie. It was much easier than accepting I enjoyed a man’s touch on my junk.

He, unfortunately, wasn’t finished. My balls quickly followed suit and then he deftly tightened the diameter of the opening, locking my cock and balls on one side of the cross and the rest of me on the other. It was, I realized, even more effective than strapping my waist to the cross. If I tried to dodge any of his blows, I wouldn’t be able to move more than a few centimeters without hurting the family jewels.

When he’d finished, he moved to stand behind me…directly behind me. His hips pushed against my ass hard enough that I could easily feel the outline of his cock, even through the leather pants that fit him like a second skin. For some reason, the feel of him against my ass made me want to wriggle against him.

Ineededto move…to do something. The positioning of my junk kept me from doing anything other than accepting what he wanted to do to me.

His hand grasped the back of my hair and he jerked my head back. It was rougher than I was used to…yet, roughenough. I felt his breath against my ear. “Look at yourself, Baker,” he ordered in that growl that made my mouth water…for some unknown reason.

My eyes looked forward and, for the first time, noticed the giant mirror in front of me. There I stood, trussed to the cross like a slave ready for punishment, with my cock and balls protruding obscenely through the opening. I’d never watched myself being punished before. I’d most certainly not ever found myself secured in such a scandalous position.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as his eyes met mine in the mirror. “I bet you make Mistress Samantha very proud, don’t you?”

A touch of anger entered his voice when he made the last statement, causing a delightful tingle to start at the tip of my spine and work its way upward. Was he jealous? He sounded jealous. Why did the thought of him being jealous of my Mistress make my blood warm?

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