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Given that this is not my native language, I hope you can forgive the occasional grammatical and/or vocabulary issue.

This story was written by myself after being inspired by some of the amazing stories posted here. Similarities to other stories are accidental, as this is based on a real life encounter.

Characters:
(me) Mike, born and raised in a small German town

(my wife) Melissa, born in Kenya, raised in London and living with me.

She insisted I write this from her pov, as that proved to be the more interesting view. Our names, of course, were changed. The rest happened exactly as you will read it


The night we changed 

I wanted to make that night special. We had just returned from a small party, and, to tell the truth, I was quite drunk. My boyfriend had went to bed and I was taking a shower. When I returned to our bedroom, I was disappointed at first to see him lying under the covers, snoring. But after a minute I figured what the hell, I might as well wake him up the way he woke me up the morning before. So I put on the lingerie I had bought a few days back, lit a few candles to create a nice atmosphere for me as well as for him, once he woke up, and carefully made my way under the covers.

I rubbed up against him and started to gently touch and kiss him. He took a deep breath, sighing as he exhaled and immediately relaxed. I would lie if I told you I wasn't just a little proud of myself at that moment. Even though I was 25 years old, I had just recently begun to have sex, and it was him who had taken my virginity less than two weeks before. So I was new to the whole 'sex thing', but I was able to excite him with just a few touches and two kisses to his neck. That made me happy and horny at the same time. I kept going, softly kissing and touching, while working my way down his body. Once I reached his boxers, I was disappointed to say the least. No erection what so ever. Nothing. Not a single drop of blood was where I wanted it to be. Of course now I know that kissing a sleeping man a few times isn't really the stuff wet drams are made out of. But back then I was naive, thinking this was enough. I decided to take a more direct approach so I pulled his boxers down. Weird that this was the first time I saw his cock up close. 

I had seen it of course, touched and felt it, but never from two inches away. It had a strong scent but I didn't mind. Instantly I started touching and rubbing him, finally getting the reaction I was hoping for. Slowly but surely it rose to the size I knew it best, 7 inches of concentrated fun. I knew he wasn't really into blow jobs, but I was just to curious to not try it. I started kissing it, licking the shaft before I started sucking the head, as gently as I could. After a few seconds he let out a soft moan and spread his legs slightly. I watched up and saw his sleepy eyes looking down on me. He was smiling at me as he gently stroked my hair.
"what's gotten into you?" He said.
"well" I replied with, what I was hoping, a sexy smile, "I'm just returning yesterday's favor. So lie back, relax and enjoy the show." I hoped he would enjoy it, but really, I was just working on porn based self education. But I think I was doing a good job, because after a few minutes his muscles started to tense up. His cock began to twitch and pulsate. Simultaneously to a long moan he shot his load into my mouth. It tasted salty and a bit sour, but I kinda liked the taste. I swallowed it, then releasing him with a plop sound. Looking up to him again, I was confused. He was smirking at me with a look in his eyes I hadn't seen before. All I knew was, I was in for a wild ride tonight.

It took less than five seconds and I was flipped on my back, Mike on top of me. He too was 25 years old, 6'4" tall and weight around 200lbs. Just one look with his green eyes zapped every ounce of resistance right out of me. Not that I would have been able to resist him anyways, since I'm only 5'2" and as light as 116lbs. But his biggest advantage over me was his experience. He was sexually active since his 16th birthday and he knew just too well how to handle a woman, pushing buttons I didn't even know I had.
He held me down by my arms, slowly lowering his head to my ear.
"I was saving this for when you were a little more experienced, but you seem about ready..." he whispered.
"ready for what...?" I whispered back, trembling with anticipation and lust. Every time we had sex, he opened a completely new world of emotions and feelings for me. So I could only guess what he had in store for me that night.
"how are you going to top yesterday?" I continued, hoping he would give it away.
"the squirt? Come on, your body is capable of handling so much more. Just wait and you'll see. Or not." The tone of his voice ran shivers down my back. I was excited to the point where I was about to burst. And just a little scared of what may come as I had never heard him talk like that before. He got up and walked over to the closet. When he came back, in his hand was a satin blindfold and five ropes. Mike sat down next to me, resting his right hand on my left thigh. I squealed softly, getting more and more excited. I had never told anybody, but being dominated has been a secret fantasy ever since I saw it in a movie at age 15. It was only suggested bondage and nothing explicit was shown, but my fantasy ran wild. That night was the first time I ever masturbated. And now it was about to happen for real.

Caressing my inner thigh Mike sat there for a while. The silence filled the room completely and only added to my excitement. He seemed unsure if he should go on, but I was way past the point of no return. Fantasy and arousal had taken over so I grabbed his hand.
"do it... please, do it." My voice was trembling uncontrollably. 
"this is already part of the game." Mike answered calmly,
"but before we begin with the main part, I should go over the rules." 
He pushed my hand aside, stood up and paced alongside the bed, both hands behind his back. 
"rule number 1: Once we start, the word 'no' no longer exists. You will do what I want, whenever I want. Understood?"
" Y-yes", I stuttered, surprised by how firm his voice had become all of a sudden.
"rule number 2:" he continued, "for the duration of this game, you belong to me. I may do to you what I want. Resistance will be punished as I see fit." He looked at me, waiting for my response.
"Yes."
"Understand: that may include slapping, caning or humiliation."
"I understand." this was becoming so exciting. I could feel my juices starting to flow as we spoke. My panties must have been soaked, but I didn't dare to look out of fear it would earn me my first punishment.
"and finally, rule number 3: once we start, there is no turning back. I will push you to your limits and past them. Even if you beg me to stop, all that will get you is a gag. If you push me away, I will tie your hands and continue even rougher. Are you ok with that?" I didn't know how to react. Was this really happening? Sweet and gentle Mike telling me how I had to behave as his submissive? Talking about gagging me and tying my hands if I resist him? 
I must have started to cry, because he sat down next to me and swiped a tear off my face.
"take all the time you need. We will not continue until you agree to this, so don't worry." His voice was back to it's usual gentle nature. I took a few deep breaths to regain at least some composure, then I gave the only answer I could.
" I'm all yours, master."

The smirk was back, as was the firm tone of his voice.
"Up, on all fours, back arched." I replied instantly. Looking back, I followed him with my eyes as he inspected me.
SMACK!
"Eyes front. No peeking or next time it will be worse than a slap on your ass." I let out a squeak, more out of surprise than pain really.
"He hit me." I thought, "he actually hit me. And it felt... Amazing?" 
Goosebumps ran over my entire body. I never expected this to be so exciting! To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. But for a simple slap to be so intense... What had I gotten myself into here? 
"You really are one hot piece of ass." He said, successfully taunting me to turn my head in surprise. 
"What did I just tell you? Keep your head straight forward Missy." I turned back, grinning my teeth in expectation of the punishment to come. Instead, he put the blindfold on me.
"If there's nothing to see, I guess you won't need to turn your head again."
I was mortified. Loosing my sight in this situation was a lot worse than I expected. Not seeing him because I looked away was one thing, but not being able to see him even if I wanted to, really added some unexpected pressure and intensity to an already intense situation. 
A shiver ran over me and I jerked forward when I felt his touch on my butt. 
"get back in position." I did.
"You picked those panties well. This bright red is a nice contrast to that beautiful ebony skin of yours. I like them."
I blushed. This was the first time he ever complimented me on my clothes.
"Thank you, master. I picked them out just for you."
"Now lose them. And the bra." 
I rested my head on the pillow to undress without fully loosing the position. Once nude, I attempted to get up again, but Mike kept me down with one hand between my shoulder blades. The other one slowly worked it's way down my back, until it finally rested on my butt. 
"stay that way." 
Without saying a word, I complied. He had me completely intimidated... and I loved it. 
After caressing my cheeks for a while, he let go of me. I tried to get up again, just to be forcefully pushed down, back into the pillow.
"Stay that way, I said. Do I need to clean your ears?" 
SMACK!
"Answer me!" The slap was a lot stronger this time. Powerful enough to push me several inches forward.
"No mafta" I muffled into the pillow, trying to hold back my tears.
"This is your last warning. Disobey me again and I have to use more drastic measures. Do you understand?"
"Yef mafta."
"more drastic? Do I really want to know what that would mean?"
I felt the weight on the bed as he sat down right behind me. He was just sitting there, doing nothing. My butt and pussy must have been directly in front of him. I'm sure I blushed in five shades of red at that moment. Nobody had ever seen me in such a shameful position. My heart was pounding out of my chest, as I waited restlessly for Mikes next move. 

I flinched. He slowly began to open my cheeks, and ran a finger through, stopping at my butthole. He ran his finger in circles, steadily applying some pressure. Unwillingly I moaned, showing him that what he did there felt just amazing. 
"Spread them yourself, I need the other hand." He ordered. Instantly I reached back to open myself up for him. It was a weird feeling, because under normal circumstances there was no way in hell I would have put myself in such a position, let alone spread my most intimate places open like that. Not even for Mike. And now, not only did it turn me on, I also got a sense of accomplishment from it, because I was able to make him happy. What was he doing to me? Or was I just beginning to get to know the real me? This was starting to scare me, even more than the overall situation. I began to cry. 
Mike stood up and walked towards my face. For a moment I thought he was going to comfort me, but instead I felt something being laid over my back, just below my shoulders. I trembled in fear as I realized that it was one of the ropes he took from the closet. He ran it under my arms, letting me keep full movement, but my back was beginning to be pushed onto the bed, locking me in this position.
"No, Mike, please don't do that. I beg you, don't tie me down."
"Two rule violations at once, I'm impressed Missy. Guess I need to get the gag."
My mind went blank. The gag? Gagged and blindfolded tied to a bed as a man was free to do whatever he wanted to me? The reality of that sounded a whole lot more frightening than my fantasies ever were.
"I'll be good master, no need for the gag. I'll do whatever you want." What was I doing? Whatever he wants was a crazy dangerous choice of words in this situation. But I guess I had no choice if I wanted to avoid being gagged.
"whatever I want?" He said, with a very sadistic overtone, "And if what I want is to gag you?"
My tears ran freely now. No Choice to avoid the inevitable. He went to the closet, searched there for a while and returned to me.
"You either open your mouth now, or I use this cane here." I felt something hard hit my arms lightly, "and once you start screaming, and you will, I will force this in. The choice is yours."
Reluctantly I opened my mouth, accepting the rubber ball. 
"Good girl." He said, as he padded my head. It was tied rather hard, no chance to get it out. His attention shifted back to my rear end. I heard something heavy being placed next to the bed. Next, he put something wooden under my belly, forcing me to keep my butt lifted up. For the next five minutes I heard nothing, so I assumed he was preparing the next part of my torment. And I was right. 
He suddenly sat down on my legs, tying ropes to my ankles, slowly pulling them apart. Next on his list were my knees. Again rope was tied firmly around them, then they too were pulled apart, forcing me to spread my legs as far as humanly possible in this position. Lastly, my arms were tied around my waist. I was now firmly locked in this humiliating pose. Finally I realized: I was completely and entirely at Mikes mercy. 

Fear, pain or pleasure: it was up to him what I was going feel. Accepting that, all strength to fight back left me. I let myself fall into the construction and awaited what came next.
"Looks Like you finally gave up the fight. Good, that is going to make things a lot easier on you." Suddenly I felt his hands running up and down my inner thighs. Don't ask me why, to this day I don't know, but that feeling broke me. I screamed, cried and moaned, all at the same time, but he didn't stop for a second. With every stroke his hands moved a bit closer to my pussy. Finally I felt him touching my labia. 
I came. Hard.
My body was trying to convulse, but it had nowhere to go, so instead it shivered. 
"Did you come just from that? My God, Missy..."
This was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt in my life. And it was only an indication for what was still to come. Muffled screams made their way past the gag, and Mike laughed. 
"imagine what would happen to you if I fucked you right now."
The thought alone made my whole body ache. I was afraid of it, but at the same time I wanted nothing more than his dick thrusted deep inside of me. Was I really that twisted? Or was it only this situation that was paying it's tolls on my condition? Whichever it was, one thing I knew for sure. I was changing deep inside. All those dark, scary things I ignored for all these years were now brought to the surface. Tugging and tearing away at my very being, they crated someone new. Someone who grew more and more, pushing the old me aside and beginning to to take control. And that someone was hungry for more. A hunger so deep, it was consuming my every thought. 
I began to nod wildly, indicating to Mike he should just find out. Again he laughed.
"let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? Don't worry, you'll be getting more cock than you will be able to handle, I can promise you that."
That statement drove a deep fear into me. Once before he had fucked me until I was reduced to a mumbling pile of pure misery by an absurd sequence of multiple orgasms. But that time he was trying to give me pleasure, and he stopped right before I couldn't take any more. It took me two hours just to be able to sit upright again. But this time he wanted to break me. Hell, he had already told me he was going to push me over the limit... 
I had no time to think about it now. When I heard a suitcase snap open, I knew what he had placed next to the bed. Dark-me took over, because I was looking forward to whatever may come out of that suitcase. Mike walked over to out nightstand, opened a drawer and took out the lube. It was the only thing in there he could use on me, unless he felt the sudden urge to solve a crossword puzzle. He opened the tube right next to my ear.
"your pussy is wet like hell, so guess what I need the lube for..."
I screamed through tears, hoping he would show mercy. But of course, going easy on me was the last thing on his mind. Shortly after he sat back down, he pushed something against my anus. It was very cold, so I assumed it was made from either glass or metal. 
"If I was you, I'd take a deep breath. This is a lot bigger than you hope."
Mike pushed, and the screams didn't even leave my throat. Something huge was forced into me. It was no dildo or vibrator, because it kept getting wider the further Mike pushed it in. My best guess was a buttplug, and a big one at that. Once it was finally in, I rested my head on the pillow, thinking the worst was over. Boy was I wrong. Little did I know at the time, but Mike was exercising great restraint. Sitting next to that suitcase filled with all sorts of hurt, he could have destroyed me within minutes, leaving me broken, helpless and not even close to human anymore.
I felt a light push and the clicking noise of something snapping onto the plug. 
"No, he wouldn't do that top me" I thought "he knows how scared I am of this" but I was k**ding myself. Of course he would. After all, driving fear into me seemed to be one of his main objectives. Next, I felt him rubbing something all over my back and butt.
"this is a contact gel," he explained in his usual calm, sadistic voice, "it let's the current run more freely through your skin. Plus, it reduces the chance of contact burns from the baton." then he came to sit by my face, pulling up my blindfold. He smiled at me. It was a warm, comforting smile. As he ran his hand through my sweaty hair, he looked into my eyes.
"you're doing great, Melli." , he said, "but, I'm about to start for real now. So I wanted you to choose the first course of action." He placed two objects right next to my face. Both looked similar. Both had a plastic handle, with a shaft coming out that ended in a little copper ball. The only difference was, one of the shafts was isolated, the other one was made of copper. At their base was, what I assumed, a plug for a cable. Pointing at the isolated one, Mike continued to explain his plan to me.
"This one is for inside use, while the other one is for your outside." My eyes widened in terror. Inside use? An in inside of me?
"Yes. This one will be going all over and inside of your sweet little pussy. But it's not meant to cause you pain, quite the opposite in fact. Electricity can cause you pleasure you can't even imagine. But every reward comes at it's price. The second one will hurt like nothing you have ever felt before. Every touch on your back will feel like a hot knife, slicing your skin. Now, you decide which one to start with." 
Sobbing, I nodded towards the outside one. My hopes were that Mike wasn't lying about the pleasure part and that it would help me to deal with the pain.
"Oh, and let's have you focused on nothing but the feeling of this." He went over to the closet again. Returning to me, he pulled the blindfold back down and put something over my face. It Smelled like a cloth covered in citrus oil. My sense of smell sealed away, Mike put headphones on me. All I heard was a loud static nose. Feeling his gentle touch on my back, I knew what he meant. With every other sense blocked, I felt his touch more intense than ever, running shivers down my entire body. This was going to be my biggest challenge yet.

I braced for the pain, but instead he continued to touch me all over my body. This unexpected showing of affection caught me off guard. I cried bitter tears. All the tension burst out of me and it was an amazing feeling. If only I knew that up to that moment the entire experience was never about pain, fear, pleasure or control. It was about messing with my expectations. Catching me defenseless as often as he could. 
A loud scream filled the room as the baton touched my back for the first time. He want lying, I knew that now. It Really felt like someone had just shoved a glowing knife into my back, slowly pulling it towards my left cheek. But as sharp as the pain was, the second he lifted the baton off me, it was gone. Then he continued to touch me, but this time I was determined to stay firm. Like he knew that, his hand made it's way to my pussy. Slowly opening my labia, one finger began to run up and down my slit. In contrast to the pain I had felt mere seconds ago, it felt overwhelmingly great. Instantly I gave in to the feeling, relaxing my whole body, starting to moan as he began playing with me. Every time, he moved a bit closer to my clit.
The next agonizing scream filled the air. This time the baton moved down my spine, causing every muscle in my body to painfully contract. Lifting the baton again, he returned straight for my pussy. Two fingers slowly worked their way inside, gently beginning to move back and forth.
"No!" I thought "I won't fall for that again. No matter how great it feels, I must remain oh mY GOD!"
His other hand had found my pussy as well, pulling back my clitoral hood, making way for his thumb to massage the little knob. In a matter of seconds I melted down to a grunting mess. I stopped caring what might happen next. All that mattered was the raging orgasm I felt coming closer and closer as Mikes fingers increased in speed. When I approached orgasm, the baton came on my back again. But this time, Mike didn't stop. Instead, his fingers picked up the pace again, making me come and squirt with the baton running over my back. The sounds I made where nowhere near human. The ecstasy I felt was like a tidal washing over me and I just surrendered to that feeling. The pain and the pleasure mixed into something completely new, and I never wanted it to end. Feeling the baton lifting up and his fingers sliding out of me, I just lay there, gasping for air. 

It took me a while to realize what had happened. I felt my body aching, my legs hurt like hell and my head was filled with utter confusion. 
"Did I enjoy this? How could I?", I thought. "He hurt me. He hurt me like nobody ever had before. And I enjoyed this?" For a while I wrestled with myself, trying to get a grasp on what just happened and how I felt about it.
Mike took off my entire headgear and I saw him kneeling next to me.
" you are doing wonderfully. I never expected you to be this strong." He said gently, wiping away me tears.
"I'm scared, Mike. I'm really scared."
"I know. Unfortunately, being scared is part of this. But it can't be that bad. You're smiling from ear to ear." His index finger ran over my lips.
I was? I was! How could I possibly smile at that moment?
"also, is not all hurt and pain. Next is your reward. Plus, for being so strong, you get to choose whether or not I put the blindfold back."
Softly caressing my hair, he waited for my response. The blindfold wasn't bothering me all that much. Actually, being honest with myself, it made everything more exciting. And I had to accept the fact that I really was getting into this. Maybe not into the pure pain part, but that last orgasm? I had never felt like that before.
"I don't mind the blindfold. But could you leave the gag out?" I said, "It is starting to really hurt my jaw." Granted, not my most clever lie. But I couldn't admit to him that I was afraid of it, not after he had complimented me for being strong.
"I wish I could. But the gag is the only thing non optional. Imagine the neighbors hearing you scream like that. We need it as soundproofing." 
"Is there no alternative? Look... What if I had to tell you to stop? Or to go slower?" 
"Is it that intimidating for you?" He looked concerned. I saw the wheels spinning in his head.
"I never said I was-"
"No need to. I can see it in you eyes." softly touching my chin, he carefully pulled my head up and kissed me. No tongue, no passion. Just pure affection and love. I tried my hardest to fight the tears, but I couldn't.
"what's wrong?"
"No-nothing. This is just too much to take in. Two minutes ago you made me scream in pain, and now you are like this." I tried my best to smile.
"Like what?" He seemed confused. 
"Gentle and nice. The way you normally are."
Returning my smile, he kissed me again. Then he took a deep breath.
"There is one way we could loose the gag, but I didn't want to do that yet. I doubt you're ready..." His face changed from happy to troubled.
"Neither am I, I believe."
"Just tell me. We will decide together. But first, if this is a longer conversation, could you untie me?"
Mike closed the suitcase and loosened the ropes. I reached back, attempting to pull out the plug. But Mike stopped my hand. 
"we're not done, remember? You can pull it out, but that means I have to push it back in later. It's smaller than you think, you can sit on it." I felt it, and he was right. So I tried to sit up, only to find out that I didn't have the strength.
"so what is on your mind?"
"First, how did you like it so far?"
"well..." Time to start being honest. Not just with him, but me as well.
"Hard to say, really. There were parts of it that were amazing, like that orgasm just now. But most of the time, I was too scared to tell what was going on. Overall it wasn't a bad experience though. Just incredibly intense and scary."
"Seems like we might get rid of the gag after all." Mike answered, smiling again.
"There is a room here that is soundproofed. If we go there, we won't need it anymore. But let me warn you, it has no windows and the walls are almost two feet thick. It can get really scary in there."
"I don't mind scary, as long as you're with me." I giggled. Hard to believe I just said that.
Mike helped me up and slowly guided me through his house, supporting me with one arm and carrying the suitcase with the other. Walking around, I really felt the plug moving and I started to get horny again. We made our way to the basement and stopped in front of a heavy steel door.
"Once we're inside, the game continues. Same rules. And just because we don't need to gag you in there, doesn't mean it's out as a possible punishment." 
"I know." 
With a shrieking sound, the door opened. Mike led me inside, resting me on a small bench. I couldn't see much. The lights were out and the faint lighting from the neighbor room didn't illuminate much more than the small area by the door. He closed the door, locking it behind him. Then he switched on the lights, revealing the most horrific room I had ever seen. Not knowing how to react, I whispered.
"No. There's no way I can take that."

It was a torture room. I saw a steel table with leather straps, a wooden rack, several steel contraptions to tie a person on or into, weird machines standing in the corners and in the middle of it all a gynecologists chair, also equipped with leather straps. The walls were either covered with whips, chains and clamps, or huge closets filled with God knows what.
"what is this place?"
"It used to be my... office.", he said, obviously unsure of my reaction. "I worked as a, well, let's call it stress reliever for women with certain needs." 
I was stunned. Mike used to be a professional Dom? The shy and introverted guy I met at a role playing Convention used to tie up and torture women for money?
"How did you end up in that job?"
"That is a long story for a different time." He walked over to one of the closets. Curiously I peeked over, only to find it was filled with metal bars. Mike took two out, and walked over to the table, beginning to screw them into place at the lower end.
"Lie down on there, your feet towards the bars." The firmness had returned to his voice. 
Slowly I wobbled to the table. My legs still felt very sore and I had trouble walking. Mike lifted me up onto the table, beginning to strap me down tightly. First, my belly, followed by my chest and arms. 
"Try scooping your hip to the end of the table."
"I can't. The straps are too tight."
"Good. Can't have you jerking all over the place." While talking, he lifted my legs straight up, chaining them to the poles by my ankles and knees. They were spread wide enough to give him access to everything he wanted, but not so far as to cause me discomfort. So far, this wasn't half bad. A lot more comfortable than my last position.
"Why can't I move just a little?"
SMACK!
"Are you complaining, Missy?" He hit me on my inner thigh, right above my butt.
"No master, I'm sorry." 
"Good. Now, the reason for this is, I’m working with electricity. If you were to suddenly move and the baton hit your cervix... let's just say you really don't want that to happen." 
For a while, Mike just stood at the end of the table, inspecting me. He opened the suitcase and put the isolated baton on the table. Then the cable snapped onto the plug again, another one was pushed into the batons handle. He took a small box covered with switches and nobs out of the suitcase, also putting it on the table. Lastly, he picked up a tube and began rubbing the contact gel all over my body. It felt nice and cooling on my stomach. When he worked his way up to my breasts, I quivered and moaned softly once he had reached my nipples. Closing my eyes and beginning to fantasize about all the nasty things he could do to me right now, I started breathing heavy. 
"I know it's unintentional, but you're doing the exact right thing." Mike said, snapping me out of a particularly naughty fantasy involving me, this table, my best friend Kate and a set of vibrators.
"Doing what?"
"The moans, squeals, your breathing, the quivers... Normally you're as quiet as a mouse during sex." I blushed. 
"You know I’m too shy for that. The only time I can really let go is when I come, you know that. This is somehow different."
He looked at me and raised his left eyebrow.
"Letting go? You call biting your lip and a quiet squeal 'letting go'?" He pinched my nipples and out of reflex I bit my lower lip.
"There it is! Make a sound, dammit!" He pinched again. I bit down harder and squealed. Mike sighed.
"Imagine trying to find your girlfriend's g-spot for half an hour, just to realize that you had found it on your first try. Only she didn't give you any clue to work with."
Third pinch, a lot harder this time twisting my nipple almost half way around.
"Ungh!" Grinning my teeth I tried to turn my body away from him. But of course, the straps held me in place.
"Normally I'd continue, by It'd be kind of mean to scold you for something that happened before the game had even begun. So let me say this: Let Go! Just let your body react as it naturally would! Inhibition and shyness have no place here. For one thing, you'll feel a lot better if you just give in to this. And second, I need those responses to know what's going on. Where you are on the painscale, to go faster or slower. All of that comes from you reacting naturally."
Moving on, he applied the gel to my lower stomach, then my thighs before he took his time to thoroughly apply it to every nook and cranny of my pussy. Gently rubbing my outer lips, then spreading me wide open with one hand while the other began touching and rubbing first my inner lips, then working it's way down to my dripping wet hole and back up to my clit. Two fingers ran up and down the shaft while a third one circled it with just the right amount of pressure. I looked down at him and he smiled back at me.
"Just let go." 
Like it was a command, my head fell back and I let my inner a****l take control. Beginning to pant, I heard myself softly moan every time I exhaled. The breaths getting harder, I also got louder. We've had sex a few times, and he always made sure I came at least twice, so I knew quite well what an orgasm felt like. But this was different. Willingly surrendering myself to him and the pleasure, I felt a force building up inside of me I had never felt before. Mike switched technique, letting go of my clit and shoving two fingers into me. forcefully moving them up and down he repeatedly hit just the right place. The feeling grew stronger and stronger until I was about to burst. 

I was only seconds away from what felt like the strongest orgasm yet, he rubbed the baton against my clit, immediately pushing me over the edge. It felt like it was being tickled, massaged, flicked, sucked, licked and rubbed at the same time. The intensity of that orgasm was indescribable and I switched from moaning and grunting to noise. Every muscle tensed up, my eyes rolled back in my head and I had serious trouble staying conscious. Like he knew, Mike jerked his fingers. A warm lightning shot through my entire body and refocused me on what was happening. I was squirting, the climax growing ever stronger. It went on raging inside me for what felt like hours. Mike made me squirt a second time. Then he took his fingers out to force something a lot bigger inside. 
It was his cock! He began fucking me in the middle of an orgasm, driving me right into the next one. His thrusts were rough and he shoved his entire length into me every time while the baton still rested on my clit. I think it was during the third orgasm that I blacked out. 
When I woke up, I was back in the bedroom. Mike had tucked me into bed, and was putting the suitcase away.
"what happened? Did I pass out?" My voice was almost gone from all the screaming.
"Yes, you did." He said, sitting down next to me. "Honestly, I didn't expect you to wake up before noon tomorrow. You had a rough night." Carefully he lay down next to me. I had just enough strength to roll over, resting me head on his chest.
"That was amazing.", I whispered, "I feel sooooo good right now." It was true. My body was aching, but nothing really hurt. And I just felt spent. There was only one thing bothering me.
"Honey, do we still need the plug?"
"Oh, I’m sorry. I must have forgotten. Let me get that for you." I buried my face in his chest when he, very carefully, removed it. The plug feel on the floor and he hugged me, gently kissing me.
"I love you, Mike."
"I love you too, Melli." I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. I smiled when I heard the last words before I fell asleep.

"Happy Birthday, love."