Chapter 38

Valerie felt Dana shift around on the bed; the latex hood obscured her vision, and while the imperfect seal let in a small amount of light, this only served to remind her of how little she could actually see.

Dana lowered herself onto Valerie’s face, and the girl didn’t need sight or explicit instruction to understand that she was meant to start licking. She was not even sure that conscious thought was involved; or if Dana’s training and treatment of her was starting to become second nature. The taste was familiar, and Valerie was glad to have something she could focus on.

Dana gave a soft, satisfied moan as Valerie started working. A few moments later, she pressed the wand vibrator against the girl’s cage, which Valerie took as encouragement to continue. She was surprised that the feeling was so much more intense than usual— the cage transmitted the vibrations everywhere, rather than doing anything to dampen them. Valerie had read about and fantasized about chastity cages, but she had never worn one. She never had the money to spend on even a cheap plastic one. She was sure that Dana had ordered this one custom-made, and that the price tag would make her eyes water.

The vibrations felt good, but she also grew hard inside the cage, which pulled on her tender flesh; her erection tried and failed to push away the cage from her body, only managing to transmit the force to soft scrotal skin. The pain mingled with the pleasure from the vibrator and heightened it, creating a feedback loop of pleasure and pain. The knowledge that Dana had claimed yet another part of her in unyielding steel plucked on already twisted and taut submissive heartstrings. Valerie moaned, twitched involuntarily, and paused her ministrations as she tried to catch her breath and rest her tongue for a moment.

The moment she stopped, the wand was taken away, and a new burst of pain replaced it, intense enough to overwhelm her masochism. She writhed beneath Dana, unable to move for the ropes that were holding her in place, and her mistress’s weight did nothing to improve that situation.

“I didn’t say you could stop, slut,” Dana scolded her, even as the pain continued.

Valerie resumed licking— clumsily, shakily, but she tried to regain some semblance of a rhythm. After a few moments of work, the shocks stopped, and she was careful not to let her relief distract from her task. Her world narrowed to the taste and feel of Dana’s clit on her tongue. Her sense of self shrank until she was simply a toy, a mechanism directed through the application of or relief from agony. All that mattered to her in that moment was avoiding more pain. She had learned she could not rest— the closest she could get without being punished was to alternate between flicking her tongue up and down to rubbing it side to side across Dana’s sex.

She found an angle and a pacing that Dana approved of, evidenced by the resumed application of the vibrating wand, pressed against the cage; Dana held her small, hard caged dick in her other hand, pressing it against the head of the wand. Valerie moaned but, this time, kept to her task.

Valerie wished, in that moment, she could relax into the pleasure, uncomplicated by pain and restraint. The knowledge of how little choice she had did not heighten her arousal— it only felt like more weight on her chest, a reminder of the rest and comfort she could not have.

Her mind waged a battle against itself, one part ravenous for the release she knew the wand could give her, and the other beleagured and desperate for rest— for the stimulation to simply stop, even if it meant denial and a frustrated cooling-down of her libido.

Dana increasingly emitted soft, delicate whimpers of delight, and Valerie felt the woman start to tremble. Her control with the vibrating wand suffered; it vibrated more against Valerie’s inner thigh than against her cage, but the misdirected stimulation was still better than pain, though her hopes for release that evening ebbed. She redoubled her efforts, and was rewarded with a corresponding increase in Dana’s moans and gasps. Valerie hoped that if she coaxed Dana to an orgasm, she might be rewarded with one of her own; but she knew, at least, that satisfying Dana would be the only way she might be allowed to rest.

The wand dropped, buzzing uselessly against the bed as Dana neared her own climax. Valerie whined pleadingly, but if Dana even noticed, she gave no sign. Valerie could feel the weight distribution on the bed change as Dana steadied herself against the plush mattress with both hands, though the woman was careful not to move herself away from where Valerie’s mouth worked.

Dana moaned loudly as she orgasmed, and Valerie felt seemingly every muscle in the woman’s body clench. Soft thighs squeezed her face and head, and folds of flesh pressed painfully against Valerie’s newly pierced septum. A flickering worry about infection risk flashed into her head and then disappeared, her mind too scattered to process the thought. Dana’s hands and arms pressed against Valerie’s flanks as the woman nearly collapsed on top of her, shaking with pleasure. Valerie kept licking through moaning and shuddering; she had only one task, only one degree of freedom, and she meant to perform it until Dana bade her stop. If she performed well enough, she thought, Dana might even take up the wand after her climax and give Valerie one of her own.

The shocks started suddenly and unexpectedly. For the brief moment where Valerie could still entertain rational thought, she figured that Dana’s fists must also have spasmed closed around the small black remote control. Unremitting agony blazed from the base of the cage Dana had locked onto her. Valerie thrashed, and tried with what shreds of consciousness she had to keep licking. Her moans shifted from pleading, submissive whimpers to desperate cries of pain.

If Dana could even discern the difference in her vocalisations, she was indifferent, lost in her own twitching climax. Dana collapsed on top of Valerie, breaking contact with the girl’s mouth. The shocks from the cage continued unabated, and Valerie whined and whimpered and struggled fruitlessly.

A distant, rational part of her mind thought of what she deserved and why, but she could not hold on to such complex ideas.

Valerie tried to vocalize her pain more clearly to Dana, but managing the coordination of speaking actual words was a monumental effort. The situation itself was complicated- did Dana know she had activated the shock function? Did she mean to, for her own amusement, for the heightening of her own pleasure? If Valerie spoke, without permission, would that simply elicit more punishment?

Or, instead, was it a mistake, and carelessness? Valerie knew she had no right, in their relationship, to even call it out; even if it was a mistake, Dana was within her rights to make it.

Time did not exist as a discernible concept for Valerie; she couldn’t tell if she writhed for seconds, minutes, or hours as Dana laid on top of her, catching her own shuddering breath. Valerie strained against the ropes; her throat growing parched and aching until her pained moans were not much more than gasping.

“H— hurt— …ing,” she managed, with a focused and desperate burst of will.

A few more agonizing moments passed and the pain cut off; Valerie collapsed limp against the bed, heedless of how the ropes pulled against her wrists and ankles, starting to tingle with numbness.

“There, there,” Dana murmured to her, her own voice dreamy, steady, and relaxed. “That’s a good toy.”

Valerie felt Dana remove the cage, but in that moment her mind was too shattered to find relief in the knowledge of its impermanence. Helpless and still tied, she sobbed as Dana curled up against her, gently stroking the soft skin between her breasts.

Valerie found little comfort in the closeness; Dana’s use of the shock cage had felt capricious, and frightening for that. It had hurt in a way that was inescapable and unrelenting. The fear that it might be another permanent adornment was still an iciness inside her, even with evidence to the contrary. Permanent or not, Dana seemed pleased with her new accessory and Valerie had no doubt she’d be wearing it again. It could still be permanent if Dana wished it to be so.

“These past few days were so stressful,” Dana whispered.

Valerie could barely process the words, and had no capacity to reply. Dana rested the side of her head on Valerie’s chest, her hair brushing the girl’s bare, pierced nipple.

“I was so stressed. I really needed this.”

Rationally, Valerie knew that this was an unremarkable evening, in the context of her relationship with Dana. It was not the first time that Dana had caused her pain for her own amusement or gratification, and she did not imagine it would be the last. She was struggling to understand, in this light, why she felt so betrayed, and inexplicably lonely. She did not know why she could not control the flow of tears that dampened the duvet under her cheek.

She longed for comfort, for protection— feelings Dana had given her in times past, particularly during aftercare; but even as Dana’s fingers worked loose the ropes that she had bruised herself against, she felt only exhaustion, sorrow, and frustration.