Setting the clamps at his side, she straddled his hips again, wiggling her ass against his penis just for meanness-and because she could. Suddenly, her own desire rose, and she wanted him buried deep inside her. Nearly overwhelmed, she fought to tamp down her errant libido.

Not yet. Above all, self-control.

She giggled, remembering the line spoken by the wicked stepmother in the Cinderella video she and Savi had watched with Marisol the other day.

Focus, Angie. Beloved cartoon characters have no place in a BDSM scene.

Angelina bent over Marc and licked his nipple. When she took the little nip between her teeth and tugged, he moaned. Sitting up again, she picked up a clamp and rubbed it against his swollen nipple, letting him hear the tinkle of the dangling chain. She wasn't sure if he tensed at the coldness of the metal or because he knew what was coming, but he held his entire body rigid.

"Prepare to feel the bite, boy." Without prolonging the anticipation as long as he might have with her, she clamped the first one over his nip.

He tried to pull away from the pain, groaning into the gag, but had nowhere to go. She picked up the washcloth and wiped the spittle off the corner of his mouth. The way he bit into the ball told her he hadn't anticipated that much pain.

"And again." He tensed and stopped breathing. Without further ado, she clamped the other nipple. Marc moaned again as the clamp's teeth bit into him. "Breathe, boy." She stroked his chest, making circle eights around his upper and lower pecs while avoiding the nipple clamps and the chain between them.

Angelina straddled his knees and couldn't resist bending down to place a kiss against the cleft at the head of his penis. It bobbed against her mouth, and she took just the head inside, sucked gently, and then released him with a plop. The salty precum on her tongue made her want more.

Not yet.

Dommes needed discipline, too-self-discipline. She nearly giggled remembering how Marc had exuded self-control until his balls were blue that first week they'd been together at the start of their D/s relationship.

What next? She wished she knew what Marc needed most from her, so she could give that to him in this scene. How did he always seem to know what she needed? Marc withheld orgasms from her many times, but...

Remembering how long he'd gone without coming during their first week together-four days-something occurred to her. What if having an orgasm was another way in which Marc kept tight control of his emotions? Did allowing himself to have an orgasm with her equate to vulnerability to him?

She grinned.

We'll see who's in control of your orgasms now, Sir...boy.

Time for some fun. Maybe she wasn't supposed to be enjoying this more than her sub, but now that he was cooperating, she was getting into what she thought might be Domme headspace quite nicely. Excitement bubbled up inside her as she slid her hand under the sheet near his left foot and pulled out the cock ring. She turned the vibrator on, and it buzzed to life. Angelina smiled and looked up at Marc. Judging by how much stiffer his penis became, he knew what she held. He'd enjoy it, too-up to a point anyway.

"Instead of the negative reinforcement of the lash used as punishment, Mistress is going to use another method to help you remember self-discipline, so you never make the same mistakes again."

He mumbled against the gag-probably assuring her there would be no next time-but she merely grinned and crawled closer to him. She wished she had some fuck-me stiletto thigh-high boots on to give her more of a Domme appearance, but she had seen plenty of femdoms at the club wearing comfortable walking shoes. Marc couldn't see her anyway and if stiletto shoes were out, she guessed he wouldn't want her to wear stiletto boots either. So she'd remain comfortably barefoot.

Leaning back, she lubed the gel-and-plastic ring, placed it over the head of his penis, and slid it down to his balls. A quick reach under the sheet again, and she pulled out a banana-flavored condom to sheath him. Even though she wasn't ready to do anything sexual yet, preparation was good, not to mention the anticipation.

Encourage him to trust-and then make him loosen the tight reins on his self-control.

"Mistress is proud of you for trusting her with both a ball gag and a blindfold. My good boy."

His upper body relaxed a bit at her praise.

Straddling him, she took her fingernails and raked down his torso, digging a little more deeply into his skin as she drew closer to his hips. She bent over him and grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps with her teeth. Raising up slowly, she pulled on them while pressing her pussy tightly against his erection, rocking up and down on him. He moaned and bucked against her.

"Lie still." She stifled a giggle, knowing she was teasing him.

Angelina dropped the chain and trailed kisses down his abs as she scooted down the bed until she reached his hard penis. Taking him into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around him and let her teeth graze the sheathed skin. His intake of breath through his nose emboldened her, and she reached for the cock ring to turn it on. The vibrations of her boy's banana-flavored cock made her mouth tingle and water at the same time. She sucked harder, knowing he wouldn't come while the ring restricted the blood flow to his penis.

After a few minutes of teasing, she thought now might be a good time to make it clear where this scene was heading. But they would need to communicate fully, so the need for the ball gag had passed. Time to release him before she forced a release from him. For what was probably his first time with a gag since he'd trained to use one, he'd done really well. She'd made her point.

Taking one leg and swinging it over his waist, she unstraddled his hips. She unsnapped the strap of the ball gag. "Open wide for me, boy."

He did so without hesitation, anxious to get rid of the thing no doubt, and let her remove the gag. Picking up the washcloth, she wiped the drool off the corners of his mouth. She'd never understood the attraction of gags and hadn't liked when Marc gagged her. It was the only really humiliating thing he subjected her to. Luckily, he didn't do it very often, but only because she'd taken to discipline much more quickly than he had today.

No sense removing the blindfold just yet. His penis throbbed against her pussy as he worked his mouth and jaws. Good, because she planned to work them some more in a few minutes. She wanted some answers, communication.

"What are you feeling, boy?"

"Relieved to be out of the gag."

"Was it as bad as you expected?"

He was silent for a moment. "Not what I expected at all."

"Didn't you train with a ball gag at some point?"

He shrugged. "I just put one on myself."

She rolled her eyes. "Not quite the same when you're at the mercy of someone restraining you, is it? Someone taking away your decision for when it could be removed?"

He shook his head.

"But why were you so afraid of it?"

His body tensed. "Who said I was afraid?"

"Marc, don't lie to your Domme. You were terrified."

"I don't know."

"Honest answers."

"That's as honest as I can be. I don't know why the thought of a gag freaked me out, but you're right, Mistress. It did."

That he acknowledged her assessment was accurate thrilled her. He was often so cocky and arrogant, never wanting to admit any sign of weakness.

"Thank you, boy, for your honesty." She stroked his cheek, and he smiled.

"Mistress has something special for her boy now. She's going to torture your cock and balls a while, but you won't be permitted to come until she's ready." Now for the clincher. "When Mistress tells you to come, you will do so immediately and show her how you trust her to take care of your needs. Is that clear?"

"Very, but I can't come on command."

"Are you saying you plan to defy Mistress?"

"I'm just stating a fact for Mistress she might not have noticed in the past several months."

Oh, I've noticed.

Now to do something about it. "We'll proceed. You do not want to disappoint Mistress, though. The consequences may be felt long after this scene ends."

"All I can do is try."

"Try very hard, boy."

Cock-and-ball torture? Where the hell had she learned about that? Had she been taking lessons from Grant? Surely she wouldn't have one of Grant's male chastity belts. No way in hell would she find CBT gear in his toy bag. Of course, there were other ways to torture a man's cock and balls.

What the fuck did she mean by consequences beyond this scene?

Hell, submitting even for this short time was torture, but he wasn't going to permit her domination beyond tonight. He just wished she'd achieve whatever it was she needed to get out of this scene soon so they could put an end to it.

Not that the entire scene had been bad. He'd enjoyed parts of the flogging. Having Angelina's mouth on his cock always felt good. One thing he didn't want to think about was what these nipple clamps were going to feel like when she removed them.

Her hand cupped his balls, and he held his breath, waiting for whatever she intended to do to him. She squeezed them lightly, not hard enough to raise his voice an octave. Her mouth enveloped the head of his penis again, and he gave in to the exquisite sensations. Her sharp nails grazed his balls, and his hips jolted up, sending his cock farther down her throat.

Sweet.

Until she pulled away. "Didn't Mistress tell you to remain still, boy?"

"Yes, ma'am. But it's hard to do when you touch me like that."

"How many times have you teased and tickled me while teaching me to discipline my body?"

True. But she'd needed long-term discipline. He wouldn't be...

She squeezed his balls more tightly.

Fuck!

"Mistress asked you a direct question."

His throat constricted, but he answered in a harsh whisper, "Yes, Mistress A. Many times, too many to count, actually. I have a new appreciation for your incredible willpower."

Her chuckle either meant she appreciated his compliment-or knew he was bull-shitting. But if the latter, one thing he'd learned tonight was that he would earn swift punishment. He waited to see what her response would be. The cock ring continued to buzz, keeping him erect. Maybe his fate was to suffer all night with a hard-on.

Better than coming on command.

Whoa! He enjoyed a good orgasm no matter who was in charge. Was he worried about letting his guard down enough to allow her to control his orgasm? He found it easier to reach orgasm with Angelina than with any woman he'd ever been with. Even if he couldn't always get there, he always made sure Angelina did.

Angelina's lips wrapped around the head of his cock again, and he fought hard not to move his hips. So she hadn't decided to call this off? Her teeth grazed his head as she pulled away, setting his own teeth on edge.

Careful there, Mistress.

She turned off the cock ring and took him deeper into her mouth. He shook with the effort to remain in control. Her finger pressed against his perineum, and he nearly escaped from his restraints.

"Please forgive me, Mistress." Perhaps she'd go easy on him if he admitted his inability to lie still.

She removed her mouth and left his cock wet, cold, and rigid. He noticed a burning where she'd touched the area over his prostate gland that grew warmer and warmer. What the fuck had she put on there?

"Want to feel something else burn, boy?"

Unable to process her words, his first inkling at what she meant came when she tugged on the chain between the clamps. He steeled himself for the release of the first one, but the cock ring buzzed to life a half second before, short-circuiting his mind. The blinding pain as the first clamp released caused him to fist his hands. A whoosh of blood rushed into his nip. He hissed before masking his discomfort.

Merda. He'd forgotten how badly clamps hurt.

She bent to lave the sore nip with her tongue, dispersing the residual pain more quickly, just as he often did with her.

"Better?"

"I'm fine." His heart continued to race but not because of the clamps. He just wanted this fucking scene to end.

Sweat broke out on his upper lip, but he managed to discipline both body and mouth.

Angelina didn't remove the other clamp but tugged at the cock ring instead.

"Get ready to please Mistress, boy." She turned it off as she worked it off his cock. His perineal area burned like crazy from whatever she'd used there. She took him into her mouth once more. When her tight throat encased the head of his penis, he nearly came undone but regained control.

His cock throbbed. Close. Very close, but Mistress hadn't given him permission to come. He fought hard against the needed release.

Her hand grabbed the base of his cock like a vise, and she began pumping him.

"Please, Mistress, may I come?" Dio, she had him begging!

She rose off his cock and, in a raspy voice, commanded, "Come for me, boy. Now."

"Come for me, Marco. You will come for me-now!"

The Italian woman's grating voice threw ice on his libido, and his cock lost the urgent need to come. Suddenly, the thought of having an orgasm at her command nauseated him. His softening erection reflected his disgust.

"Let me help." She removed the second nipple clamp. As the pain ripped through his chest, he couldn't keep from pumping his hips upward against her hand. He'd had no warning she was ready to remove that clamp. He'd disobeyed her by moving but no longer cared.

He fought to keep his cock hard, yet knew it was a losing battle.

Angelina straddled him, but he'd lost his erection completely now.

"What is it you need from me?"

His chest muscles tightened, and he struggled to remove her weight by twisting his torso side to side. "Get the fuck off me."

Not waiting for her to loosen her thighs and slide off him, he managed to twist hard enough to dump her on her ass on the mattress.

He couldn't feel her any longer but knew from her voice she was next to him. "What's going on, Marc? Did I hurt you?"

He fisted his hands, fighting the chains holding him immobile, but didn't respond.

She stretched the latex blindfold over his forehead. "Your shrapnel injury. Did I hurt it?"