His Darkest Secret

7. Tested

I was terrified. But at the same time, the idea was invigorating. I wanted him. I craved his touch. I needed his lips. I wanted to be his little pet. His toy. His property. In this moment my body was his and my soul wasn't far behind. I wanted to badly to crane my neck up and see what other toys laid in the briefcase, but even if the nipple suckers weren't in the way, I was bound too tightly to the chair to see anything Dylan didn't want me to see. He sat in the chair and fiddled with his gloves, popping the latex around his wrists. He brought his face down to my exposed pussy and blew hot breath over my core. He could see the wet dripping from my lips. I wanted his tongue so badly to slip inside and taste me, but he maintained control over his thoughts. "You're going to obey me, right Ms. Dean?" He questioned. "Yes, yes sir." I responded immediately, fearing the punishment that was surely to come if I didn't. "Good girl." His hands sat on either side of my lips, thumbs gently placed on my slit. I moaned as he pulled them to either side and spread my pussy open before him. "Such a beautiful pussy," Dylan whispered under his breath. "And all mine." He reached back into the briefcase and pulled out some soft pink paracord rope, like I had at home. He wrapped it first around my waist, then around each thigh and tied it to the locks on the chair. I was already bound by the locks, so the rope confused me. It was made clear to me his intentions as soon as he pulled what looked like two metallic double sided clothespins out of the briefcase. "Oh god. Pease no, doctor" I started begging, completely forgetting the threats of punishment he had earlier made clear. "Uh uh uh, Ms. Dean. I am the doctor, you are the patient. This is vital to the procedure. I need these out of the way so that I can properly... stimulate you." Fear rushed through my veins. I was already in agonizing pleasure and pain from the suckers, now he wanted to clamp my lips open. I feared I might have to use our safe word. He looked at me with those soft, gorgeous eyes and I trusted him. He clamped one end of each clothespin to the rope around my thighs. His thumb and two fingers gently caressed one of my lips, stretched it open and pulled it in the direction of the clothespin. It wasn't too terribly bad. Then he squeezed the pin open and placed my skin inside. As the pin clamped down on my sensitive flesh, I hissed in pain and sucked in a breath. My eyes closed hard from the sudden pain but  felt the familiar sensation in my stomach that told me maybe I might have a pain kink after all. He repeated the process again with my other lip, stretching the skin and clamping it within the clothespin. I was completely on display. My slit opened before him, ready for insertion and explosions. His gloved finger traced circles around my exposed clit, eliciting deep moans from my mouth. His two fingers pushed inside me, deeply. I coated his shiny blue gloves in ribbons of cream and juice. He worked his fingers in and out of me for about a minute, stretching my pussy open, filling me up and rubbing my g-spot. I was desperately trying to buck my hips but the tug of the clothespins, as well as the restraints, held me firmly in place. Completely at his disposal and mercy. He pulled his fingers out suddenly and reached for the small, pink glass dildo. Maybe 3.5-4 inches in length, about as big around as two pinkies side by side, it was a trainer toy for sure. He ran the toy up and down my pussy, coating it in my lubricant, then reached his free hand over to the briefcase pulling out the small timer. He clicked it to 1 hour and smiled "let the games begin."