Safeword: Davenport(25)

Zach held her a few more moments before saying, “If there isn't anything else, it's time to lay back. Speech restrictions aren't as tight this afternoon. You may speak if asked a question, and you'll answer openly, honestly, and respectfully."

He tilted her chin and moved his face closer to hers, his blue eyes meeting hers with an intensity that stole her breath. “I didn't say you'll tell the truth, as it's possible to tell the truth without being honest. I insist upon total honesty, which means no omission of information you think, or even suspect, I should have. Are you ready to lay back?"

Dana closed her eyes, leaned back, and returned her legs to the stirrups. Zach walked to her side and stroked her cheek. “What made you choose this table, pet?"

Remembering his requirement of total honestly, she said, “I didn't know how long I'd have to wait, or if I'd be allowed an orgasm. I almost lost control in the pool; it was very close. My self-restraint will be better on this than on the other equipment, plus it's probably the most comfortable, in case I had to wait awhile."

He didn't speak, and his face changed from kind to displeased. She quickly added, “Sir."

His eyes relaxed and he smiled. “I appreciate that you chose based on trying to please me. If you knew you'd be allowed to come, perhaps multiple times, which would you've chosen?"

"One of the spanking benches, Sir."

"You like being taken from behind?"

"I... yes. Yes, Sir."

"I'm pleased with your honesty. You won't be coming for a while yet, so we'll keep you here for now. If you do well, I'll move you to a spanking bench."

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome, but you weren't asked a question. This is your first and only warning—do it again and I'll put a clover clamp on your tongue for five minutes. One of the no-safeword punishments we agreed to is ten strokes of a flogger to the inside of your thighs. Correct?"

Dana's insides ignited at the threat of punishment. She drew in a shaky breath and said, “Yes, Sir."

"If you come, that'll be the punishment. Don't bother asking permission, the answer will be no and you'll just find yourself in trouble for speaking."

Dana nodded, not daring to speak again without hearing an obvious question.

"Do you understand why orgasm control is important?"

"I think maybe, but can I hear it from you, please, Sir?"

"It's partly so I can time things for a simultaneous ending, but also as another means of control. Just as you were denied all speech this morning, and have restrictions on it this evening, being required permission to orgasm is a significant marker of your status when we're in a scene. A basic right others have, that I've taken from you."

He stroked her cheek. “Eventually, I should be able to stimulate you in any way I choose, and you'll refrain from coming; however, I'll help you a little as you're learning, try to back off and give you some breathing space if I realize you're close, but the ultimate responsibility is yours. I don't expect you to get it right every time in the beginning, it'll take a while to learn total control. I'll give you the incentive to figure it out quickly by providing consequences."

Zach moved a small cart near the bottom of the gyno table before walking to the large armoire. He opened several drawers, but she couldn't tell what he was pulling from them. Knowing she'd find out soon enough, she rested her head on the cushioned table, closed her eyes, and stopped trying to see what was coming.

Closing her eyes brought her awareness to her pussy—spread open and vulnerable. She heard his steps nearing, the sounds of him arranging items on the cart, but kept her eyes shut, resigned to the fact she'd find out in due time.

The stirrups were spread wider, exposing her even more. Her heart jumped in her chest when he flipped the bottom side of one of the stirrups up and over the top, snapping it in place, creating a tunnel around her calf and ankle, trapping her leg. He did the same to the other before pulling her torso so her ass was dangling obscenely a few inches off the end of the table. Opening her eyes, she saw him hook a wide strap to a side anchor. “Hands over your head a moment, please."

She did as instructed and he ran the leather over her rib cage, just below her breasts, attaching it to a hook on the other side. She expected him to snug it down, but he ran a finger between her skin and the strap, saying, “Lower your arms and take a deep breath, so we can be sure it won't interfere with your breathing."

She did as he asked and he nodded before stretching a wide strap over her hipbones, making a point to tighten this one several times, until he was sure there was no give. She was so horny, why had she thought she could control orgasms better in this position?