Their Perfect Anniversary (CBT gay figging BDSM)
The Figging Files, #2
Romance, Erotica, Gay, BDSM, Contemporary
| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781501423529 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | August 11, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781501423529 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | August 11, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Jimmy and Lewis have been together a year, and their anniversary date is going to show off what their relationship is all about; it's all about power, and control, the collar that Lewis has been wearing for some time now, and the seven days of denial that Johnny enforces on him first. Johnny's planned everything, right down to the bedroom fun that ends the big day; the tough love that he shows Johnny's most sensitive areas, and the big surprise at the end to finish them both off...
Warning: This 4,000 word story contains punishment, extreme BDSM themes, CBT, tight bondage, long-running tease and denial games, and a very dangerous length of ginger.
They were home. Lewis opened the door. Through they went. Lewis took a deep breath, and started stripping, remembering the rules. And Johnny let him get all the way down to his underwear before he spoke up.
“No clothes rules are over.”
“Right”, said Lewis, nodding, looking down at himself. He often felt more vulnerable when he was wearing just his underwear than when he was completely naked. Johnny stepped forward, eyeing him without mercy.
“It's been seven days”, he said. “How are you feeling?”
“Frustrated, sir”, said Lewis.
“Frustrated”, said Johnny, nodding.
“Yes, sir.”
“How bad?”
Lewis screwed up his face and danced a little, hopping from foot to foot on the cool wooden floor. “Seriously on the point of losing my mind, sir”, he said.
Johnny grinned at him, a wide, premeditated, evil grin. “Good. I guess that means I can't trust you to not touch yourself.”
Lewis remained silent.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Lewis gulped. “Sir.”
In a second, Johnny had crossed the room and taken Lewis by the arm, guiding him firmly to their large, airy bedroom. They stood together for a long moment, the tension increasing still further.
Johnny made a decision. “Okay”, he said. “On your knees in front of the bed.” He pulled a large cushion out from under the bed, and threw it on the floor. “Clothes off.”
Lewis stepped out of his underwear, closing his eyes in relief. Johnny was in the drawers, and he could hear the clinking of metal and the creaking of leather.
He knelt in front of their bed, all metal poles everywhere, specifically chosen for its durability and excess of places to tie a submissive to. He felt the carpeted floor give as Johnny approached him again, pulling his arms behind his back, attaching them to the bed, one cuff for each wrist, the same process for his ankles. He pulled at the restraints, testing them as he always did.
Enjoying the feeling of being secured, unable to escape, fully at Johnny's mercy now. Where he belonged. Where he'd always wanted to be. Where his soul cried out to be.
Jimmy and Lewis have been together a year, and their anniversary date is going to show off what their relationship is all about; it's all about power, and control, the collar that Lewis has been wearing for some time now, and the seven days of denial that Johnny enforces on him first. Johnny's planned everything, right down to the bedroom fun that ends the big day; the tough love that he shows Johnny's most sensitive areas, and the big surprise at the end to finish them both off...
Warning: This 4,000 word story contains punishment, extreme BDSM themes, CBT, tight bondage, long-running tease and denial games, and a very dangerous length of ginger.
They were home. Lewis opened the door. Through they went. Lewis took a deep breath, and started stripping, remembering the rules. And Johnny let him get all the way down to his underwear before he spoke up.
“No clothes rules are over.”
“Right”, said Lewis, nodding, looking down at himself. He often felt more vulnerable when he was wearing just his underwear than when he was completely naked. Johnny stepped forward, eyeing him without mercy.
“It's been seven days”, he said. “How are you feeling?”
“Frustrated, sir”, said Lewis.
“Frustrated”, said Johnny, nodding.
“Yes, sir.”
“How bad?”
Lewis screwed up his face and danced a little, hopping from foot to foot on the cool wooden floor. “Seriously on the point of losing my mind, sir”, he said.
Johnny grinned at him, a wide, premeditated, evil grin. “Good. I guess that means I can't trust you to not touch yourself.”
Lewis remained silent.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Lewis gulped. “Sir.”
In a second, Johnny had crossed the room and taken Lewis by the arm, guiding him firmly to their large, airy bedroom. They stood together for a long moment, the tension increasing still further.
Johnny made a decision. “Okay”, he said. “On your knees in front of the bed.” He pulled a large cushion out from under the bed, and threw it on the floor. “Clothes off.”
Lewis stepped out of his underwear, closing his eyes in relief. Johnny was in the drawers, and he could hear the clinking of metal and the creaking of leather.
He knelt in front of their bed, all metal poles everywhere, specifically chosen for its durability and excess of places to tie a submissive to. He felt the carpeted floor give as Johnny approached him again, pulling his arms behind his back, attaching them to the bed, one cuff for each wrist, the same process for his ankles. He pulled at the restraints, testing them as he always did.
Enjoying the feeling of being secured, unable to escape, fully at Johnny's mercy now. Where he belonged. Where he'd always wanted to be. Where his soul cried out to be.
