Page 36 of Entertaining Distraction
“Red, Mistress.”
“Very good. If you need me to slow down, but not stop, use the word yellow.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Setting everything but the blindfold on the bed next to him, Charlotte stretched the elastic of the blindfold and pulled it down over his head, covering his eyes. She ran her hands over his arms, shoulders, chest, thighs, and calves, and he relaxed into her touch. He now knew what Nick had meant when he’d said Jake grounded him during a scene, because that was exactly how Charlotte made Mike feel right now. He was under her spell and didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Her hands left him, and the bed dipped by his feet as she climbed up between his legs. Mike moistened his suddenly dry lips but remained quiet. He heard her flip open the top to the lube. Several seconds passed before she took hold of his semi-erect cock and placed the cock ring over the tip, sliding it down his shaft to the root.
“The lube will help me remove it later. It should feel tight but not painful. Give me a color, Michael.”
“I-I’m green, Mistress.” And also getting extremely hard, the ring tightening around the base of his cock. He’d learned the ring was intended to restrict the blood flow leaving his cock after it was fully erect. The result would make his orgasm more explosive when he was finally allowed to cum.
Charlotte released him, but he didn’t have to wait long to find out what she’d been planning to do next. Using the tip of the anal plug, she spread the cool lubricant over his anus. His hips bucked, and his sphincter clenched instinctively.
“Uh-uh, subbie. Relax. You’ve had prostate exams before with your doctor—this is no different. Well, actually, it’s a helluva lot better.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he responded through gritted teeth as he forced the tension from his muscles.
To his relief, she didn’t immediately thrust it into him, instead, slowly working the lube past the tight ring. He bit his bottom lip as he felt her exert a little pressure then release, each time pushing the toy a little further into his hole. As she worked his ass, his cock hardened until he was fully erect. The ring around the base was working—it was snug enough to be just below the point of pain. He felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from his slit. It also didn’t escape Charlotte’s notice because the next thing he knew, she had his dick in her hand and her tongue swiped over the tip. She took advantage of the mind-numbing distraction, and plunged the plug into his ass, before turning it on.
“Oh, shit!” Whatever he’d thought it would feel like, didn’t come close to the sensations coursing through him. The nerves in his rectum lit up, and he almost shot his load right then and there. In fact, he was sure the only thing preventing it was the cock ring.
“Clench around the plug, Michael. I can guarantee you won’t like the punishment you’ll receive if you lose it.”
His jaw was stiff, and he was breathing heavily through his nose as he tried to keep the foreign object inside him. Once again, he willed the muscles in his body to relax. After a moment, he was able to respond to her. “Yes, Mistress.”
Her hand let go of the plug, leaving the round lip flush against his ass. He felt the bed dip as she crawled up his body and straddled his waist. She’d pushed her skirt up high, and the silky skin of her legs tantalized his torso. Flatting her hands, she ran them over his nipples, before plucking them. They peaked under her touch as she rolled them between her fingers. He gulped when one hand left him.
“Deep breath, Michael. It’s going to hurt a bit, but reach past the pain.”
“Y-Yes, Ma’am.” In a flash, the rubberized tip of a clamp closed around his nipple. “Oh, fuck! Damn, that hurts!”
“Breathe, Michael.” She reached back and grabbed his cock, dragging her soft hand up and down his hard flesh.
The distraction worked. His brain was quickly becoming a pile of mush. When she applied the second clamp, the pain barely registered in his mind. All he could concentrate on was where Charlotte’s skin was touching his, and the pleasure racing through his body, screaming at him to cum.
Charlotte’s nails scored his sternum. “Now that you’re at my mercy, and properly prepped, I believe you asked for permission to speak, earlier. It is now granted. What’s on that intelligent mind of yours, Michael?”
“Huh?”
“You wanted to tell me something and you better make it quick. That cock ring can only stay on for twenty minutes. It’s much easier to remove if you’ve already cum, however, the lube will be enough to help me remove it if you haven’t. I don’t need to tell you which one will be more enjoyable for you.”
Mike’s mind was swirling. What had he wanted to say to her? It was on the tip of his tongue. “Um ... I, uh ... I wanted to know what was going to happen in a few days—when we reach the end of our contract?”
“Hmm. So that’s what’s been bothering you,” she said as if he’d just solved a great mystery for her. “What do you want to happen, Michael?”
Her hands ran up and down his arms and torso, occasionally brushing against the clamps, sending erotic shockwaves through his nerves that seemed to go straight to his straining cock. He moaned before taking the plunge and answering her. “I-I want to renew the contract, Mistress, but I want to make some changes.”
