Protecting the Mistress (30/31) (FemDom, Romance)

Part 30: Closure in Reprise

Sweat poured out of Gerald, the salty fluid causing his
abraded skin to sting badly.  Mary had been relentless,
pressing him harder and taking him farther into himself with
each passing minute.

He'd spent most of the past two hours bound over the heavy
wooden whipping block that had been manhandled up from the
dungeon to the Grand Ballroom stage.  Chains and shackles
locked his wrists and ankles to eye bolts that had been set
into the wooden base of the raised stage.  Scattered about the
semicircular dias was just about every implement of corporal
punishment and other torment that Gerry had ever seen . . . 
or felt.  Mary had used them all, bringing every nerve ending
in his body to screaming life.

His bondage was different from it had been that night almost
six months earlier, courtesy of the Lady Gemma who had been
asked to see to his preparations this time. A broad strap
around his back snugged his torso tightly against the block,
effectively preventing him from going anywhere, even if his
hands were somehow freed from the chains holding them to the
floor.  

The other major difference was his hands.  Gemma had put these
strange, rubber sacks onto each of his hands after having him
make them into a fist.  The rubber was so strong that he could
not move so much as a single digit.  It was like there were
two stumps down there instead of hands and fingers, but that
wasn't all.  The bloody things inflated.  Gemma had hooked
each glove up, in turn, to a small air compressor.  After
that, his "stumps" each looked like some kind of kinky kids'
balloon toy for playing "rock 'em, sock 'em." pillow-boxing
fights.

There was no way he was getting free this time, and even if he
did, there was no way he could possibly hurt Mary with those
pillows on his hands.  It relieved Gerry, who was pretty much
certain he knew what was coming, and at the same time, almost
disappointed him.  He really believed he could handle it this
time.  Whatever shame or humiliation had sparked him to such
violence last time had been burned out of him in the fiery
crucible of his first two demonstration scenes.

The ballroom was standing room only. If there was a member of
the Cabal not at the Lodge and not in attendance, well, that
person was probably the only one not present, Gerry mused. 
And surprisingly, that didn't bother him either.  He'd get
through this.

He knew he'd get through this, and move on.  With Mary.

He still groaned when the butt plug he'd worn for the past ten
minutes or so was removed, only to be replaced by another,
larger implement.  His ass had been filled with progressively
larger toys throughout the session.  Mary had taken him down
this path once before.  His eyes shifted to the "tool table"
just off to one side of him, and there it was - the special
dildo that Mary'd had made from a plaster casting of his own
erect penis.  That must have been in that locked suitcase
she'd refused let him unpack for her.

Mary planned to use that on him, planned to fuck him with that
toy firmly strapped to her own body, taking her own pleasure
as she took him.  In front of all these people.  Gerry
realized that this moment was what she'd been preparing him to
face since the moment he had signed the Cabal contract.

Soon, the critical moment would come.  Soon, that last plug
would come out, and *his* Mistress Mary would ask him to give
himself to her.  It was something he'd always resisted, but
had never made into a limit.  Now, he thought, it was time to
surrender himself to the anal "rape" strap on scene that
Mistress Mary made no bones about enjoying.  

In fact, Gerry was only surprised that he had not seen this
coming.  Once again, in the weeks leading up to this final
demonstration, she had been gradually working him up to larger
and larger static plugs.

Mary picked up the Gerry-dildo, and placed it on its base
directly in front of him on the floor.  Then, she had walked
off stage, leaving him behind, bound, and staring down at the
toy.  It was not really all that large, he'd told himself, no
bigger than his own relatively modest proportions, and it was
not nearly as thick as the widest part of the butt plug
currently filling him.  

Still, there was a great difference between passively
accepting a butt plug that did not move, that was simply there
and being ravished. However, his Mary's bottom was much
smaller than his own, and just last night in her suite, she
had honored him with the gift of her own anal virginity.  The
intensity of that incredibly intimate moment had overwhelmed
him, and humbled him.  

He would do no less now for her.

Mary slipped quietly back into the spotlighted circle at
stage-center and moved to stand before him.  She'd shed her
own scene clothes leaving her tight little body gloriously
nude.  With great ceremony, she donned a black leather and
chain affair that fit snugly about her hips.  Then, Mary had
reached down to the floor in front of him to retrieve the
artificial penis and slipped it into a ring that hung from the
front of the hip belt.  Carefully adjusting each connecting
strap, Mary had positioned the base of the toy directly over
her vulva and cinched it up tight.

Stepping back, she turned to present her profile to him.  In
the nearly blinding brilliance of the spotlight, all Gerry
could really make out was her silhouette - a silhouette that
now included a gently upward curving appendage where the
female of the species did not normally have such an appendage.

Moving back to stand directly in front of him, Mary crouched
down in front of him.  The toy prodded him before she used his
hair to pull his head up to face her.  "I *want* you, little
man," she'd hissed into his ear, her words picked up and
amplified by the hidden microphones about the set.  Her face
was set into a mask of hunger and need - for *him*, he thought
reverently.  I want to take you in that tight, cute little ass
of yours and make you  mine!" her voice was a growl now. 
"Mine, forEVER!"

The audience broke into spontaneous cheers at her triumphant
claiming, and Gerry's heart nearly burst with pride and love.

He'd stared into her eyes for what seemed like forever, before
he tried to nod.  Her firm grip on his hair prevented that
movement, but she felt the slight tugging as his head tried to
move.  "Oh, no, little man," she'd whispered softly. 
"Nonverbal doesn't cut it this time, either. You have to ask
me out loud, lover, in front of all these friends who are here
to stand as witnesses.  I won't make you beg me to take you -
at least not this time - but you will say the words so there
can be *no* doubt, now or later."

She'd wanted it all - his complete and knowing surrender, and
now, he thought, he could give it to her. Gerry swallowed hard
several times to get enough moisture into his suddenly parched
throat to speak. "Please, Mistress.  Do it," he'd rasped. 
"Love me!"

Again, the cheers broke out, but neither participant heard
them.

Mary had slowly shook her head.  "That's good, lover, but
still not quite good enough, pet.  Ask me to take you.  Ask me
to fuck you. Say the words so that I *know* that you mean it
and that you want it!"

"Please, Mistress.  Fuck me.  Make love with me, please?"

"Oh, yes.  I will, Gerry."  Her mouth descended to his,
kissing him deeply before she moved back.  "But first . . . "

Moving deliberately, Mary reached down and opened the stopcock
on each of the gloves, letting the air bleed off.  Once they
were deflated, she pulled them off his hands and tossed them
aside.  Then, she slipped behind him and undid the chains
holding his ankles to the floor, before moving to stand once
again in front of him.

So similar, Gerry thought, and yet, so very different.

He was only beginning to find out how different.  In the space
of a few moments, Mary undid the strap holding his waist to
the block, and then unlocked the cuffs holding his wrists. 
Shocked disbelief registered in Gerry's eyes as they flew up
to find Mary's own.

She smiled down at him as she tossed away the last of his
chains.  "I want you, my slave.  I want to take you and hear
you scream in surprise, in pain and ultimately in pleasure. 
However, I want more.  I want this experience to be your gift
to me as the woman you serve and as the woman you love.  You
will give yourself up to me freely, without chains or any
other fetters, or I will not take your ass.  So, my darling
slave, if you wish to surrender this gift to me, you will lay
there, on that block, bound only by your desire to obey my
will and to give me pleasure. Nothing else will hold you.  If
you cannot do this, and have to get up, I will accept breaking
position as the same as you safe wording.  Do you understand,
beloved slave?"

"Yes, beloved Mistress, I do." Gerry replied, and then
realized something more was needed.  "Mistress?" he asked.

"Yes, slave?" she asked with just a hint of impatience and
tension.

"Would you please accept the gift of my body and soul, and
make love to me and with me?"

The look of wonder in his beloved eyes brought tears to his
own.  "Oh yes," she whispered as she stroked his head again. 
"Indeed I will."

Mary knelt in front of him one last time, her mouth claiming
his own, hungrily.  She broke the kiss and then brushed her
cheek along Gerry's own.  "One more thing, my dear," she
whispered for him alone, "Last time I forgot to say something
very important.  I loved you that night, more than I dreamed I
could love anyone.  And my love that pales beside the love I
have for you tonight."  Mary kissed him again, and rose to her
feet.

Her love shone from her eyes, even when she schooled her face
into the stern imperious mien of the Mistress Mary.  Gerry
wondered how he'd missed that last time.  

"Suck me, slut," she ordered in her cold voice of command. 
"Get it good and wet - all the way down to the root."

He tried - he really did - but he could only manage to get
about two thirds of her toy down before his gag reflex kicked
in and he began to choke.  Seeing that, Mary backed off and
let him breath around her, let him calm down a bit before
sliding into him again.  Thoroughly determined to give her
full measure of her desire, Gerry consciously tried to control
the reflexive contractions and succeeded a little more on each
stroke.

While he was trying to get that last bit down his throat it
happened.

"Good afternoon, Master Richard." He heard Mary's voice
announce.

"And to you, Mistress Mary," the deep voice from the past
replied.  "So very good of you to invite me to participate in
your celebration.  I am very glad to be here with you,
Mistress."

"Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Master Richard.  Isn't it,
Gerry?" she asked facetiously before adding teasingly, "Oh
that's right.  It is such bad manners to talk with your mouth
full."

Gerry had been expecting this, too, though in truth he had
thought the male participant would likely be Gemma's husband,
Alex. Then, the real scene started, Gerry's first clue being
the touch of large, strong hands spreading his buttocks,
followed by the feeling of the butt plug being gripped and
slowly pulled from him.

"It is long past time you graduated, slave." Mary said in the
dark, frightening tones she only used when she was really
deeply into herself as *the* Domme.

Even though he knew what was coming next, Gerry could not stop
himself from trying to turn around -  trying to see the man
who was here with him and Mistress, but the six inches of
rubber in his mouth and throat combined with Mary's iron grip
on his hair kept him from being able to move his head around.

"Very nice, Mistress Mary," came the sound of Richard's very
appreciative male voice.  Those few words were followed by the
sensation of something blunt poking at his now empty anus.

"I love you." Gerry thought he heard Mary say.  Was that
really her, or was that just the memory of her whispered
declaration of a few moments ago?

It didn't really matter.  Regardless of where the words came
from, he knew them to be true.  Closing his eyes, Gerry put
his faith in the surety of that love, and then arched his back
to meet the blunt intruder.

Whatever the thing was, it was very hard - much harder than
anything human could possibly be.  Mary stepped back, her
rubber cock making a childlike "popping" noise as it broke
Gerry's oral suction.

Suddenly, Gerry felt a pressure inside his bowels, like when
that bitch Freda had administered those enemas to him, and
then something wet oozed out around the plug or dildo in his
ass and slithered down his legs.

And then Mary was leaning onto his back, her rock hard nipples
digging into his back, her hands reaching around him to hug,
to tease and to stroke.  Her cock suddenly rested on the ring
of his anus.  "All right, lover," she said softly, "relax as
much as you can."  And he felt the muscles of her body
tighten, and the pressure on his bottom spiked.

The actual penetration was almost anticlimactic, except the
sudden stretching as his rectal ring accepted the bulbous head
of the dildo did make him squeal, just as he'd been promised. 
After that, Mary slid smoothly into him, until he felt her
thighs snugged up against his own.  "This is the way it would
have been that other night, too, lover.  No one but me gets
into this tight little bottom.  It, along with the rest of
you, is *mine*!  And I don't share worth a damn."  

More of the wet stuff oozed out of him and slid down his legs,
and then he knew.  Whatever Richard had inserted into him had
been filled with a lubricant - sort of a pre-anal-sex grease
gun.

That was the last rational thought he had for quite sometime
as Mary took him to paradise with her kisses and nibbles, her
hugs, tickles and pinches, and yes, the smooth, in-out cadence
of her strap-on inside his yielding body.  Soon, he was
arching himself up and back to meet each thrust.

How long they loved, Gerry did not know.  There was no time
for them, only each other.

Another squeal surprised them both as Gerry's climax was
suddenly imminent.  His movements became jerky and erratic,
and much faster.  The powerful backward surge of his first
orgasmic contraction set off Mary's own release.

And they both squealed their ecstasy and love before the
entire assembly of the Cabal.

Mary recovered first, and eased herself out of him with
infinite care.  Gently she checked for any sign of blood, but
there was none.  She'd prepared him carefully and well for
this.

Wearily she rose, finally remembering where she was.  In the
audience, a woman rose to her feet and began to clap her
hands.  She was joined almost immediately by another woman,
and then a man, and another . . .  and another, until the
entire room was giving the two lovers a standing ovation.

Richard approached her and bowed over her hand before walking
off the stage.  Gemma was on her then, holding her tight. 
"You did it, girl.  We won!  Our plan worked, just like I told
you it would when we came up with it!"

What plan, Gerry wondered, still lying limp over the wooden
block.  That sounded very personal - like just Gemma and Mary. 
"What do you mean, our plan worked?" he asked weakly.  "There
was something more to this than that damned contract?"

Mary registered Gemma's words, then Gerald's, and horror
filled her.  He was like a dog with a bone once he started
asking questions.  She might be the Domme, but he was
relentless and eventually he would find out the entire plot. 
Or at least, enough of it to be absolutely furious with her
for her half truths and little deceptions.  Oh, god, he was
going to *hate* her now.  "Oh my god, what have I done??" she
cried, and then she ran from the stage, the Gerry-dildo
bouncing obscenely at her pelvis, a stunned Gemma close at her
heels.