There wasn't really very much Vivian could do to model for him, tied in her position as she was, but he gave her orders anyway. Face this way, turn that way, bend forwards so the ropes constricted the base of her boobs and made them stand out more, lean back so she was almost laying down so they would pool freely against her chest and he could shoot them from above. For his part, Master David seemed absolutely delighted with how it had turned out. He kept up a steady string of chatter between directions, ranging from compliments to jokes to ideas for what to get for dinner. It was the oddest conversation Vivian had ever had.

"Spread your legs a bit more of you can. Yeah, that's great, the light catches that pussy juice on your thighs," David said, bending down to get her pussy in the foreground and angling the camera up so her boobs stayed in frame. "Yeah, I've had a hankering for something spicy. Maybe we order Indian food?"

If Vivian had ever had a conversation with jumps like that, she couldn't remember it. She didn't know whether to feel horny by the camera aimed right at her clit or hungry. "Um—yeah, that sounds good to me?"

"Thelewala does the best curry, but Rahi has the best naan." He shook his head wistfully. "These are the tradeoffs that keep me up at night."

The casual nature if it seemed like it should dispel the feeling of being dominated, but it didn't. Even when he made her laugh, the whole thing felt so distinctly David. It was his personality through and through, and it fit him more than acting a part ever would. Besides, they had more than enough kinkiness around. It was hard not to feel dominated by somebody who literally had her tied up kneeling at his feet and was snapping pictures of her at his whim.

When the redness on her breast finally started to fade, Master David picked her up. He wasn't especially big, but still, he had no trouble swinging her body up into his arms and carrying her away. Unfortunately, this involved getting a bit of her white face makeup on his sleeve, but he didn't seem to mind. "I guess I've got no choice but to take it off now," he chuckled, dabbing at the spot.

"Hubba hubba! Yes please Master!"

He set her down on a sturdy table on her back. The way her legs were tied, they naturally fell open, presenting her sex to David in a very fuck-me sort of way. Naturally, he snapped a picture. Vivian felt like she should be inoculated against the rush that came with the clicking of the camera after so many pictures, but this was such an intimate view! Her legs spread and her pussy, wet and flushed with arousal to the point that it had spread itself open, had to be one hell of a sight. God, it made her feel like a slut in heat desperate to get fucked!

But Master David, it seemed, had other plans. At least, a different variation on that plan.

"Are you still doing okay?"

"Yes, Master."

"Anything tingling? You've been in those ropes for a while now."

Vivian shook her head, focusing mostly on watching him unbuttoning his shirt and slipping out of it. Surely he realized that rewarding her like this for making it messy was giving her all kinds of disobedient ideas?

"Great!" He said, cheerfully, then slipped two fingers inside her. Vivian barely had time to finish her breath before his thumb found her clit and all the air was forced from her at once. "That's it, baby, moan for me." What was there to do but obey? Master David worked her pussy hard, flexing to drive his fingers in deep while mauling her clit, making fireworks launch all through Vivian's core and burst in her brain. "I hope you're ready for some orgasms, because I fucking am." Orgasms -- plural. A huge, sloppy grin split Vivian's mouth, and David laughed as his voice turned teasing. "Oh, you like the sound of that?"

"God yes Master!"

He stopped finger fucking her, and pulled his fingers nearly out of her. "I don't know..."

"Please! Please keep fucking me, Master!" After the burst of pleasure she'd finally gotten, Vivian's pussy cried out for more, and she struggled against the ropes to buck her hips against his hand, but he kept moving back.

"Make me believe you really want it." His fingers circled the entrance of her vagina, but instead of entering her, ever so slowly, Vivian felt them sink lower...

Her eyes went wide, and her inner slut roared. It had been so long -- not since the last night with Paul -- and Master David was so thick! That's what she was thinking, but her body felt his fingers play over her ass, and her mouth sprinted past her brain. "I want your cock inside me, I don't care where. My ass is yours, Master, just please fuck me!"

He beamed down at her. "That's my good girl."

Vivian didn't have much brainspace available to register the cool feeling of lube being spread around her ass. Master David had added to the ropes to tie a vibrator directly to her clit, and that made very short work of any conscious thought. It buzzed at her so hard, it must have created ripples on her skin. Vivian's clit throbbed and her hips rocked, her pussy clenching and her hot insides rejoicing at the pleasure.

Master took her emotions on a roller coaster ride. He kept a steady stream of dirty talk, laced with plenty of "my good girl"-s and "such a good slut"-s to keep her feeling high. At the same time, Vivian panicked as she felt him pressing against her asshole, which gave way to triumph as she took him inside without much strain, sinking to panic again as she realized it was just his finger warming her up.

"You're going to cum for me, and then your ass is mine." At least two fingers pressed into her pussy, joining the pleasant pressure in her ass and combining with the pleasure coursing through her clit to push her over the edge immediately. Vivian writhed, her core straining with the effort of clenching down on him, her muscles testing the ropes with involuntary jerks. It felt so good, after all the buildup, all the emotions that had dogged her since before the ropes came on, releasing all the tension left her body feeling weak and her mind very pleasantly hazy.

Except Master David didn't turn the vibrator off. He did turn it down, probably to the lowest setting, but as her clit came down from its orgasm high, it landed right in hypersensitivity, and the vibrations made her head spin.

"You really are beautiful when you cum."

"Master—please—"

She'd screwed her eyes shut, but she could hear the wicked dominant smile in his voice. The one that came out when he wanted to push his control over her. "Oh no, my slut. You're not done yet. I've worked my ass off and it's my turn for some pleasure."

Yeah. That was fair. Vivian did her best to get her breathing under control, to only moderate success before Master David sent her hyperventilating again pressing his cock to her ass. "Are you ready for me?" He asked, his voice momentarily losing a bit of its edge.

If she said no, he would be totally fine untying her. Vivian felt herself glow with a joy that had nothing to do with sex. He would be supportive of her if she wanted to end it now, and that had to make their bond special.

Honestly? She had no idea if she was ready. She didn't really believe she had enough room in there to fit the monster of girth between his legs. Still, anal sex had always been the guiltiest of her guilty pleasure before, and right now she was starving to be penetrated.

She'd felt dirtier today than she could remember feeling, and she didn't feel any of the guilt that had always plagued her before. She'd loved every second of it, and she was absolutely okay with loving it. But it was more than that. Realizing the last man to get into her ass had been her ex-boyfriend, she genuinely wanted to change that. Reclaim the territory, as it were.

It made sense in her heart, at least.

So, despite everything that was happening in her body, there was nothing forced about her smile when she opened her eyes long enough to meet his and tell him "your slut's ass is ready for your cock, Master."

After that, Vivian gave up trying to control herself. He was gentle enough with her ass, but when he finally worked his head inside and she was forced wide enough for his full girth, nothing could stop her from screaming. It wasn't that it hurt per-say, it was just so fucking much! Feeling him there, pressing her body so hard, flooding her with sensations intense enough to drown out the vibrator tied to her clit -- it was an absolute flood.

"Hey," he said, leaning over to hover just above her face. "Look at me." Vivian did. His eyes were nice. She stared at them, feeling a little silly for having no other clear thoughts beyond just nice. "Breathe. Yes, good. Keep breathing, slowly, yeah. Now, relax. You're okay. I'm here with you, everything is okay. Just relax and keep breathing."

Slowly, he managed to get an inch inside her. Then another one, rocking back and forth a nudge at a time, pressing forward and waiting for Vivian's muscles to unclench enough to allow him deeper.

It was exactly the kind of slow, rhythmic fucking he loved. Even with the majority of his shaft still outside, his voice betrayed just how good it felt on his head. "Holy fuuuuck your so tight. You keep squeezing me, it's amazing. You're amazing."

And it got easier for her. Slowly, her body came to peace with what was happening, and accepted its fate. Two trips back out for more lube and a whole lot of expletives later, Vivian felt her Master's hips resting against her butt cheeks.

She had never felt so full before in her entire life. It should have been excruciatingly painful, and maybe she was on too much of an endorphin high to be a good witness, but it wasn't. At least, not anymore. Not now that she'd finally relaxed and taken him. They were connected! Completely connected -- she could feel every single inch of him inside her, stretching her, pressing and throbbing against her in a way that was at once both emotional and dirty. There was something about this that she'd always loved. Something about the absolutely blissed out look on his face, combined with the way she could feel him quiver both inside and out. It almost felt more intimate than vaginal sex.

"Thank you, Master," Vivian heard herself breath.

"Me? What? I should be the one—"

"Thank you for being such a wonderful master and having such a wonderful cock."

She'd never had anybody laugh while anally fucking her before, and it felt like he was laughing inside her. "You really are a fantastic slut." Vivian's heart glowed and warm little clouds choked her up.

Then Master David switched the vibrator back on high, and the equilibrium Vivian had fought so hard for shattered. She didn't build up to an orgasm, her body was so worn out from everything, it just skipped directly to cumming. It wasn't a very intense orgasm at first, but it built as her pelvic floor muscles attempted to contract, which triggered aftershocks around his cock, and lead to another mini-orgasm.

Master lay over her, slowly pumping into her, his eyes madly dilated and his breathing as hectic as hers. "We're going to cum together. I'm about to cum—" he breathed, then stopped moving as his white hot wetness filled the deepest reaches of Vivian's ass. Vivian was all out of hyperbole, but if she'd ever felt a more intimate moment than that, feeling so much of him inside her as they shared their orgasms together, she couldn't think of when.

Much to her relief, Master turned off the vibrator a few agonizing second after he finished cumming, and he joined her laying across the table. Without untying her just yet, he tilted her over so he could drape his arms around her shoulder and wrap his legs around hers. "You weren't kidding. This whole Dom slash sub thing is a hell of a fucking ride." Vivian nuzzled herself into his shoulder, getting makeup everywhere but neither of them caring enough to notice.

They lay there, neither wanting to move from the other's side, but eventually Vivian's bondage needed to be undone. It took a long time to get her back to normal, the geisha makeup had a whole ritual that went with taking it off, and they both desperately needed a shower on top of that. The whole time, David seemed as desperate to stay close to Vivian as she was to cling to him. It was touching, the way he made sure she was steady on her feet after so long in ropes and cared for the spots he's hit especially hard on her breast.

He felt to her like she imagined she must seem to him. She didn't just want him near, she needed him. Just being there with his presence, his voice and his eyes made her feel calmed. He was her rock, and slowly, it dawned on her that she was his too. Did dominants get sub drop? Dom drop? Would he have a panic attack if she'd suddenly run out the door? Maybe it really could go both ways. Regardless, they kept hugging each other, and each embrace felt more fulfilling than the last.

Even though they sex was over, they couldn't keep their hands off each other! They held hands going from one room to the next, David wrapped his arms around her shoulders while she cleaned herself out in the shower, and Vivian clung to him as he clicked through Grubhub menus and ordered them food. They even abandoned his dining table and went to the couch so they could lean into each other as they ate. There was no mystery, both noticed what was happening, but that didn't make it any less magical. It just made both of them feel safe, and that was enough.

They didn't look at the pictures until they finally got into bed a few hours later. David held his camera between them, flicking rapidly from one frame to the next, cursing himself for not thinking to bring more lights over and wishing they'd had more angles. Vivian listened with one ear, smiling at his artist's perfectionism.

Despite the speed the images flashed by, one thing stuck out to her. Her face in every single shot. Even underneath all her makeup, Vivian was struck by how peaceful her eyes looked. Even knowing how much turmoil and chaos, lust and arousal had been there for a good portion of the scene inside her, through it all, she looked like she felt safe. Even for the pictures where she knew she'd been anxious about having these pictures taken, it was obvious that was only surface level. There was none of the deep fear and crippling guilt she'd fought with during her life with her exes. This version of her knew she was in good hands, and trusted enough to rely on them.

And it was absolutely true. She really did feel completely safe in her Master's arms.

She held him underneath the covers and let her body spoon into his side.

Vivian was free.

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"I know, Sir. Don't worry, I've got it."

"I'm serious. Do you remember what I said, way back when, about being worried you'd push yourself too far without safewording and end up getting hurt?"

"I remember, Sir," I said, trying to sound reassuring and finding it amusing that, going into a hardcore torture session, I was the one trying to set my tormenter at ease. "I promise that I'll signal you if I need to. Now stop being a pussy and gag me, Sir."

He smiled darkly and obliged, pressing my mouth open and filling it with my favorite toy. "You know, now might not be the best time to antagonize me." I would have doubled down if he hadn't just cut off my speech, and he knew it. He also knew I was only trying to provoke him, so he gave my ass an affectionate little smack as he moved behind me to fasten the gag in place

The living room had been transformed into a studio. We'd brought in a bunch of our floor lamps from the bedroom to compliment the light from the bay windows because lighting is everything in photography, as well as pushing the coffee table and lounge chairs out of the way to create a big open area. The huge, crushed leather couch that had already seen a fair bit of play remained behind me, and we'd surrounded the area with four cameras. Well, "cameras." We'd propped up both of our phones, Malcolm's tablet, and my laptop around the perimeter. Not the best quality in the world, but not crap for what they were. One of my chores later would be taking all the angles and synching them up, so when I changed perspectives for the video, the times wouldn't get messed up.

Everything was ready.

It was almost a surreal feeling for me. Sure, we'd done our fair share of painful scenes. More than one of them had been intense enough to make me cry. Still, each of those felt like they had been about something else. Like, when Malcolm spanked me, that was about him adding some spice and control to a scene where we both gave each other pleasure. He liked marking my skin as much as I liked being marked. The marks were emblematic of him dominating me and me being submissive to him, and that felt like the main focus of those scenes rather than the actual pain itself.

This was going to be different. This was going to be about Malcolm being a sadist and me being his strong submissive who could take anything he dished out to make his fantasies real. Maybe that's a bit of splitting hairs, but whatever. It felt significant to us. It was Malcolm accepting that part of himself as something he didn't need to apologize for. A part of himself that was as valid as his caring compassion, his infuriating habit of being right, and his laugh.

"Are you ready, My Love?" Finding ways to be affectionate without words if just one of the fun things about being gagged. I leaned back slightly, rubbing my hair against his face in an intimate way. "Great."

Malcolm gave one last check to our positioning -- the tablet right ahead of us and a phone getting the side view -- then got started. I'd been expecting him to dive right in and be rough with me, but he guided my legs apart quite gently. Rope started around my waist just above my hips, wrapping snugly around me and joining together at the front like a belt.

"Close your eyes," Malcolm said, slipping into the same calm and even voice he used for trance. "I want you to focus on feeling. Feel my hands on you—" he let the rope dangle between my legs and felt up along my thighs "—feel my clothes against your skin—" his fingers traced up behind me and up my back, and he wrapped his arms around me, cotton pressing against my chest and little buttons poking against my stomach "—breathe deep, feel the air filling you—" he took a deep breath in, guiding me to follow him "—don't think about anything, just let your mind wander and feel."

He gave me plenty of sensation to focus on, letting his touch linger on my skin, making my mind's eye follow him around and around my body. He lead the twin lengths of ropes down from the metaphorical belt buckle directly between my legs, pressing tightly up between my pussy lips, passing them to either side of my clit and hugging it between them. Then they went up my backside all the way up to my shoulders, where he let them rest.

"Give me your arms." Commanding.

First one arm, then the next, guided directly up into the air then bent at the elbow down behind my head so my hands lay flat on my back just beneath my neck. He held my wrists in place with one hand while possessively tracing the fingers of the other along my neck just above my collar. "That's good, keep breathing slowly, My Love. Try to make your heart beat as slowly as you can."

Malcolm seemed to time his movements along my skin with my breathing, rising with my inhalations, pausing along with me, then slowing down as I exhaled. It felt very relaxing, a little like softly