The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room (4 page)

I felt someone sit next to me, and then a small gentle hand begin to stroke my hair. When I looked up, I saw a lovely brunette looking at me. Her soft wavy hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders, framing her friendly face. I found my pulse quickening as her eyes, pools of liquid chocolate, met mine and something stirred in me. A line of light, barely discernable freckles lined her nose and cheeks. I wanted to touch them. Even though she seemed familiar, I couldn’t place where I knew her from, so I put my forehead back on the table and mumbled that I really wasn’t in the mood for company.

“It’s okay, Jayden,” she said softly in my ear, and gently kissed my cheek. The surprise that she knew my name registered belatedly, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. As she continued to run her fingers through my hair, which I found incredibly soothing, she laid her hand on mine. Shocked, I saw that she wore the same cuff I did. I looked up into her face and she nodded.

“Did he send you to watch me?” I asked in a defeated voice. It hurt more than it should to think that he didn’t trust me to follow his instructions outside the house. But hadn’t I just wanted to take that girl, to prove to myself that I was still a man? Would I have followed through with it? I felt riddled with the guilt of what amounted in my mind to the abuse of that girl.

“No,” she said quietly, just loud enough to be discerned above the din. “He was concerned that you may be having a hard time adjusting, and asked me to look after you.” She squeezed my hand in hers. “He cares for you, Jayden, just as he cares for me. He cares the way any Dom cares for their sub. He knows that the psychological aspects of subservience can be overwhelming in the beginning. Since your submission is to another man that must increase the confusion and angst of the transition. My name is Lexi, and as you noticed before, I am also Ethan’s submissive.” I just nodded and looked back at the table.

“Come on. You won’t find what you’re looking for here,” she said, and pulled me from my seat. She continued to hold my hand until we were in the parking lot where I walked her to her car out of courtesy, and she touched my cheek before getting behind the wheel. I watched her drive off, and then went back to my bike.

Ethan was in the kitchen when I returned home. We looked at each other for a long moment across the expanse of the large, well-appointed space. I saw the concern in his eyes and felt oddly reassured by it. The spell was broken when I walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. I went up to my room without a word and lay on my bed, finally tired enough to sleep.

The next three days passed in much the same manner. While I didn’t actively avoid Ethan any longer, we didn’t see much of each other during those few days. Left to my thoughts, I had come to terms with my new role. I finished my last midterm, so thankfully I would have some time to deal with these new feelings, this new lifestyle before classes resumed. I thought about spending the afternoon searching the web for something that would help, but I didn’t think I was ready to submerge myself in that imagery just yet. Just as I lay back on my bed, my phone chirped, indicating a text message. Sighing, I picked it up, and saw it was a media text from Ethan. I opened it and was stunned to find an image of myself from the room, on my knees, the bar tied in place. With my hands were bound behind me, my eyes were closed, and my face relaxed, I was struck by the grace with which I held my pose. The text below the image read:

Do you see how beautiful you are? Be ready for me at 5:00.

Chapter 2

Not sure if I should knock on the door of the room, or just enter, I cautiously turned the knob and went in. Today I was dressed only in a pair of cotton shorts for my long trek down the hall, not yet able to bring myself to take that walk naked; I needed the last few minutes of normalcy before I entered the room.

Ethan was already in the room, and to my surprise, so was the brown-haired girl that he had sent to the bar. As my mind comprehended what I was seeing, my body reacted to it. Lexi was bent horizontally over a long padded sawhorse in the center of the room with her legs bound tightly to the outside of its legs. Ropes were positioned at the ankle, the knee, and the thigh making it impossible for her to move. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her breasts were positioned on the either side of the horse. A silver chain ran between her nipples and under the top of the horse, keeping her chest pressed against the leather. In her mouth was a bright red ball connected to two thick leather straps that went under her long hair wavy hair that was now pulled back into a pony tail at the base of her neck. Beautiful even with the absence of makeup, her body was toned, tight in her bondage. In short, she was incredibly hot. She continued to look straight ahead as I closed the door behind me.

Quickly, I removed my shorts and dropped to my knees, which were spread wide in the position he had shown me. I laced my fingers behind my head and waited, watching him with Lexi. She was moaning, panting against the gag, and I saw that Master Ethan was tormenting her with a vibrator. I registered the low rhythmic buzz as he slid it in and out of her.

“Tell me, Jayden…” Master Ethan said without looking at me. “Did you get a chance to meet Lexi on Sunday night?” Pulling the toy back, he teased her overexcited sex while her hips made the smallest of movements against the horse as her moans became muffled tortured cries.

“Yes, Master Ethan,” I replied softly. Nodding to himself, he continued his ministrations with Lexi.

“Did you speak with Lexi?” he asked, and inserted the toy fully as he forcefully slapped Lexi repeatedly on her naked buttocks and thighs, making her whimper loudly behind the gag. I didn’t know if maybe she wasn’t supposed to make her presence known. Was she being punished because she tried to console me? Remorse grew in the pit of my stomach for what she was enduring, and I knew lying to him would only make things worse.

“Yes, Master Ethan,” I answered honestly, my voice barely audible. A moan escaped her as he rubbed her buttocks and thighs now.

“Did it help?” he inquired, looking at me now. I met his gaze briefly before dropping my eyes.

“Yes, Master Ethan.”

Leaning forward, he kissed the top of the back of Lexi’s thigh, and then stood quickly. While I watched in fascination, he removed the panel from his leather pants. He walked to the front of the horse, his hard erection level with Lexi’s face.

“Is this what you want?” he asked her in a low, husky voice. She nodded quickly; it looked as if she would have pleaded had she not been gagged. He stroked her face softly. “It pleases me that you were able to comfort our new friend, my Lexi. As a reward, you shall have what you desire.”

He walked back to his original position behind her, and using his hands to open her to him, entered her without pretense. With his hard, but controlled, thrusts, she cried out against the gag. In vain, she tried to move her hips with his, but her bindings made it very difficult. Pressing her forehead against the supple leather, she grunted into the gag in time with his thrusts. He quickly reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small tube, applying some of the contents to the vibrator still in his hand. After dropping the tube back into his pocket, he used his other hand to spread her buttocks open to him. Slowly, he pressed the vibrator into her rectum, and she whimpered loudly as he turned it on.

“That’s it, my Lexi,” he said, rubbing her buttocks as he held the vibrator in place. “You like that, don’t you?”

She nodded, her forehead still pressed to the leather, as I noticed that he was starting to move faster, his voice strained. Slowly, he began to move the vibrator in and out of her, increasing the friction and the sensation of it.

“Such a good girl…” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice rough. With a furrowed brow, he drove into her harder, his eyes open, but his jaw locked as he fought to stay in control.

“Come. Now!” he barked, continuing to drive both his hard sex and the vibrator into her. I watched, fascinated and incredibly aroused, as she arched her back. The chain connecting the clamps on her nipples was pulled perfectly taut. She screamed into the gag, as her body started to shudder against the horse. After an immeasurable period, she collapsed onto the padding, her flushed face was pressed against horse and turned toward me. I could see that her eyes were closed, and she was panting hard around the gag. Master Ethan removed the vibrator quickly, turning it off and laying it on her trembling back, before he took her hips in both of his hands and with quick hard thrusts, achieved his own orgasm within her. He let out that slow guttural moan from my dreams, and pressed his hips flush against her as he filled her. After several minutes, he pulled back, and placed a soft kiss on her hip. Leaving her lying on the horse, he turned and walked to the wall where the pulley and lever were. I started to become frightened as I saw him use the lever to lower the cuffs, knowing that it was for me, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle being suspended like that. Noticing my panic, he reminded me of the safe word we had discussed in our first session. The safe word, ‘red’, was used to stop specific acts if I was in pain or overwhelmed. He would stop the play immediately, and we would talk about why I’d used the word. He said that eventually, I may never use it but in the beginning I should use it as often I needed to. This new relationship was based on trust, however, and I would only use the word if I felt I had no choice.

“Stand here,” he said indicating the place where the cuffs were being lowered. They were at my waist when he stopped the lever. Positioning me so that I was facing the front of the room, he removed the cuff bearing his mark and placed the pulley’s leather cuffs on my wrists. Across the room, he pulled down a different spreader bar than he had used before, and another set of cuffs identical to those on my wrists. Then he knelt in front of me, and buckled the cuffs to my ankles. He tapped repeatedly on my inner calf and I spread my ankles wider. Finally, he set the bar between them and used two heavy metal rings to attach the rings on the cuffs to the rings on the spreader bar.

Gently, he pulled on the lever, and my hands began to rise. I tried to control my breathing, but by the time my wrists were at the level of my shoulders I was panting. It was torture to feel my wrists being raised so excruciatingly slowly. The large hook to which my wrists were bound continued to rise until my torso was slightly stretched. My feet were still on the ground, but my body was taut.

He came up behind me, and I could feel his warm clothed body against my back. Kissing the back of my neck, he murmured into my ear “Until you are more comfortable, you will not be gagged. But know that it will please me greatly when you are ready. I look forward to hearing you screaming behind it.” I moaned at his words, my erection pulsed.

Moving back to Lexi, he untied her from the horse and allowed her to stand. As he removed her gag, he placed a tender kiss on her cheek, and she smiled at him. As he removed the clamps from her nipples, she winced slightly. He rubbed her breasts with this palms, and she closed her eyes.

“Better?” he asked quietly, and she nodded. Continuing, he rubbed down her arms, and then her legs, massaging her muscles as she stood silently. He led her to where I hung from the cuffs, and pushed down on her shoulders. Immediately, she went to her knees, and laced her fingers behind her neck. Master Ethan grasped my throbbing erection in his hand and directed it into her waiting mouth. Moving her head back and forth at once, she sucked hard, while my head dropped back, and I groaned as she worked me. I lost track of where Master Ethan was until I felt the sharp stinging slap on my upper thigh. Quickly, my eyes went to him, and I saw that he had a riding crop in his hands. As Lexi took me particularly deep, I felt the stinging pain across my tender buttocks, and I jerked forward, deeper into her mouth.

He did not restrict the stinging slaps to my buttocks however, but continued to whip my thighs as well. As he moved around to my front, I felt the slap on each of my nipples and a small cry escaped my lips. It was such delicious torture, the stinging pain, combined with the pleasure of Lexi’s mouth. My hips thrust forward softly, and I felt the crop slide up the inside of my thigh and then rub between my legs. The cold leather of the crop rubbed against my scrotum as she continued to move her mouth up and down me.

The feeling was too much, but I couldn’t let go just yet, as I had not been given permission. Now I understood what he’d meant when he said that every part of me was his, even my orgasms were his. I could not release without his permission, and I whimpered loudly, trying to silently beg him.

I felt his lips at my ear. “What is it that you desire, Jayden?” he murmured, and a shiver ran down my spine. Desperately trying to hold out, I closed my eyes tightly, and locked my jaw.

“To come Master, please…” I gasped, and then with my voice gaining a little volume I continued “If it pleases you…” I felt him reach down and rub his palm between my legs. “Please…Please….” I cried, begging, losing all sense of self.

He began whipping my buttocks again, harder this time, making my muscles clench with the blows, and then I heard him nearly growl in my ear. “Fucking come for me Jayden. Fill her little mouth.” My head fell back, and I felt him continue to rein blows on my backside. They weren’t terribly painful, but they pushed me well over the edge. I focused on every sensation that was assaulting me, the stings of the crop, the tension in my arms, the cool air between my thighs, the bondage of my wrists and ankles, and most of all the sweet torment of Lexi’s mouth. With abandon, I thrust my hips forward and screamed in my release. Ceasing her movements as I came hard, I felt her swallowing around me, prolonging the feeling. As she pulled back, releasing me from her mouth, the blows stopped. Not bothering to hold myself up any longer, I hung limply by my wrists.