Part II

"There is a private room in the back V. Do you want to scene?"

"Yes."

I lead the way to the private dungeon.

I open my gear bags and lay everything out. I replace the scarf with the padded leather blindfold. The lamb’s wool ankle and wrist restraints are attached to the spreader bar I place between her ankles. I softly caress her body and in a low soft voice repeatedly tell her how vulnerable and open she is to me.

I kneel on the bed and push my groin and erection against her left hip. I whisper in her ear that she is totally helpless and that I'm free to do anything I want to her and will. I move behind her and drag my nails slowly down the sides of her rib cage to her hips. She quivers and then stiffens and holds her breath as I grind my leather covered cock into the opening between her cheeks.
I tell her that I'm going to place every item in my bags on her back and that I want her to visualize each thing and how it will be used on her. I instruct her to move outside her body and in her mind's eye witness and imagine the sensation each will inflict upon her.

I move away from her. A sheen of perspiration covers her back. The body harness is first. I lay it between her shoulder blades. The chill of the cold metal rings raise Goosebumps on her body. I reach underneath and discover that her nipples are erect. I move the harness down her back to her ass and thighs. She cannot identify what it is.

"V?"

"Yes."

"This is a body harness. A leather strap goes over each shoulder and attaches to metal rings front and back. The wide leather strap runs down between your cheeks and separates them for spanking and terminates at another ring at your cunt. The narrow leather strap descends from the ring between your breasts, separates your labia and attaches to the vaginal ring. The harness can be adapted to hold as many as two plugs of various sizes at the time"
I remove the harness and place it in her hands. While she worries the harness I tell her that any item she is agreeable to me using on her tonight should be grasped firmly by her when I attempt to remove them from her hands. If she is not amenable, she should drop the item immediately.

Her fists tighten on the harness and subsequently the collar I place in her hands.
The leather hood is unidentifiable. I explain what it is-how it laces tightly up the back and how the blindfold attaches with Velcro. I place her fingers through the holes for the nostrils and the breathing hole in the detachable penis gag. I tell her that I always employ earplugs to heighten the effect of sensory deprivation in an attempt to have the bottom focus on themselves.
I tell her that it is hot inside the hood. The darkness is absolute and there is a sense of total isolation. Once laced up, there is just her and the tactile sensations. Her grasp on the leather hood tightens. I am not satisfied with her acceptance. I need to take control by generating resistance. I do this by telling her that the hood serves as a mask. It depersonalizes her not only by objectifying her but also by rendering her no different from any other sub that has worn the hood. She gasps and attempts to throw the hood to the side. I pick it up and put it back in her hands. She drops it again.

"In time," I say. "In time."

We spend the next hour in this pre-scene tango.
The items she drops she does so reluctantly. The number is surprisingly small. Back into the gear bag go the scalpels (mind fuck), piercing needles, electrical toys, catheters, rat traps, enema bag, Ben Gay, wurtenberg wheel, ivory shoe horn, sparklers, canes, knotted and braided cats, taws, dog training collar and cattle prod.

I ask if she wants water. She passes. I ask if she wants to move forward. She says yes. I have her repeat her safe words and gestures twice. I ask if I have her permission. Again she says yes.
I rub her back between the shoulder blades. Her muscles are taunt. Her hair is matted with sweat. I tell her to relax and save all of her strength and energy for what is to come. I take her hand. She squeezes mine and refuses to let go. She tells me that she doesn't know if she can do this. I respond by telling her that every sub I've ever known doubts themselves and is terrified more by the fear of failure than by the fear of pain. I try to reassure her by telling her that she is not alone-that in twenty years no bottom has ever failed nor will she now.
I tell her that it's the beginning of a great adventure and that I will be her guide until she decides otherwise. She says she doesn't have the strength. I tell her she does-that I would not have chosen her if I didn't believe in her courage and stamina. I tell her to use her chi-her life force as support. I move to caress her face. I stroke her skin lovingly in an effort to calm her. I grasp her face in both hands, remove the blindfold and kiss her. Her eyes close and then open as I draw my lips away. I stare into eyes and ask again if I have her permission. She lowers her eyes and nods.

I replace the blindfold. On the table next to the bed I arrange paper bags, udder balm, ice, a pair of bandage scissors, smelling salts, water and the rest of my emergency medical kit along with lube, latex gloves, surgical gloves, condoms and the balance of my safe sex kit.
I slip on the latex gloves and finish with a flourishing snap. She turns her head in my direction. I place a tube of lube on her back and stroke her ass with my right hand. My left hand goes to her neck and while circling the rim of her anus with my right I take her vital signs.
"V?"
"Yes," B.

"Have you ever been sodomizied?"

"No."

"I will sodomize you. Do you want to be sodomizied by me?"

She stutters: "Yes!"
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I begin again.

I open the lube and grease the fingers of my right hand and the head of the black medium butt plug. She gasps when I place it in her hand. I order to her to spread the lube completely over the plug. Her breathing quickens and deepens. I grab the plug and her body stiffens.
"Relax. It'll be easier if you relax. We're only at the beginning."

I trace her crack down, the plug hard and cold causes the small fine hairs of her back to stand. I reach the point of penetration and she gasps, taking in a lung full of air preparing herself for the imperilment. Quickly with the other hand I spread her labia. She is dripping with arousal, her thighs wet. Her clit is a hard bright turgid nub, engorged-red-shining with her wetness within her glistening lips. Instinctively I recognize that she is multi orgasmic. I am immediately overcome with knowledge that I am the possession of a sub that is quickly becoming precious to me.

I blow on her mons and she moans as her pubic hairs tease her clit. I take a finger tip and proceed to softly circle her tumescence causing her to moan more and more loudly. She struggles-moving-trying vainly to bring her clit into direct contact with my finger and push herself over the edge. More recognition. I know now that direct and repeated manual clitoral stimulation will cause her to climax and that each climax will build on the one proceeding. Her gyrations increase as I continue the circular teasing. She’s now moaning and keening.

"I’m in charge V. I control the intensity."

Her breath catches on my words and she begins to sag. Before she wilts in frustration I move my thumb into direct contact with her clit and massage her furiously. She stiffens-screams and is wracked by repeated grand mal climaxes. She cums like a man, hard-fast-direct, both screaming out the name of the almighty while focusing only on her pleasure.

I’m ecstatic-if she submits as well as she climaxes I have something truly extra ordinary. I become relentless now-determined to bring her over again. Her clit is now between my first and second fingers. Both fingers are parallel to her labia and move in unison. She’s building again-more verbal than before-louder-recognizing where it is I am taking her-where it is I am determined to go. She repeatedly screams: "No." Her shaking and moans render her objections moot. I press forward with the plug simultaneously.

"Oh God! Oh God-Jesus!" The plug is at its widest now and she’s seconds away. My fingers stop.

"Push!"

"Submit V."