Safeword Quinacridone (25 page)

Convinced she was clean-shaven as possible, she stepped out of the tub and dried off, wondering what devious plans Travis had in store for her. She loved when he took her sight and voice; and as she pulled the swim cap over her hair and tucked it under, the fire smoldering deep within burned brighter at the image in the mirror.

She generously lubed her ass, as instructed, before washing her hands and buckling the wrist and ankle cuffs. He’d want to insert the gag, so she only needed to don the blindfold before ringing the bell. The one he’d laid out was domed over the eyeballs and she figured he intended to keep her in the dark a long time tonight.

Sitting on her vanity stool, she took one last look at herself before the blindfold stole her sight. She placed her hand on the cool, flat marble surface in front of her and felt for the bell, striking the button on top when she found it.

The door opened, footsteps neared, and a hand caressed her cheek.

“You’ll have two ways to stop things once the gag goes in, Cara Mia. You’ll have a clicker attached to your right pointer finger and you can always stomp or pat your safeword-rhythm. I don’t plan to do anything to make you safeword while I’ve taken your voice, but it’s there if you need it. How’re you feeling?”

Cara smiled. “Horny.”

She heard the smile in his voice, sensed a kiss to the top of her head through the swim cap. “That’s my girl. I’m going to use you tonight. Are you ready to be my cunt? My ass?” His tone grew more imposing and she knew his eyes had gone cold. “I’ll take your voice, sight, and hearing; and then lace your pony boots on and take you for a walk before I fuck you.”

She felt his hands on her shoulders as he said, “When you feel both of my hands on your shoulders urging you down, I want you to go to hands and knees and crawl forward until your leash stops you. You’ll be attached at wrists and ankles, and you’ll feel a natural indention for your knees, elbows, and hands. I’ll pat you on the ass before I turn anything on, so be prepared for movement after you feel it.” He caressed her cheek, his voice softening a little as he added. “I don’t want you waiting for pain, that’s not what tonight’s about. I’ll let you see pictures later. Tell me your instructions.”

* * * *

Cara wasn’t sure where in the house they were as he’d led her every direction, hobbling in the pony boots. It seemed as if she were moving in a dream as hands weighed heavily on her shoulders and she dropped to all fours, crawled, stopped. Her knees and ankles were secured to something, her legs spread wide, and the cool air caressed exposed tissues. Her lower back was strapped down, arching her ass higher, and her forearms were belted in place. He patted her bottom and she felt a vibration. He’d said there’d be movement, but without her senses she couldn’t tell if she w
as
stationary or not.

Soft padding touched her back and the vibration stopped. Hands on her ass again, and she was pulled and pushed and a cock impaled her pussy, invading her depths with no warning. It was warm, so it wasn’t a dildo. He slid completely in, until his thighs touched the base of her bottom, his hands on her ass holding her down.

The pressure of his hands relaxed and her lower torso rose, coming off his cock. He pushed her down and pierced her yet again.

It hit her at once; she was being used as a masturbation toy. The idea sent her into overdrive and her internal muscles tightened around the cock inside of her as she tried to moan around the gag, but no sound came out. She couldn’t move, was just a thing, an object to be fucked.

Everything faded except Travis inside of her, the hands on her ass sliding her up and down over the cock beneath her. The boots, the restraints, the hood and gag — everything disappeared into the background except the sensations at her pussy.

Her orgasm swept her up like a tornado, tearing through and leaving her breathless as the waves continued to roll through her body. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and she was trying to catch her breath when the cock came out of her pussy and pushed into her ass. She gulped air in through her nose and the small hole through the gag, trying to relax and let him in. The tight ring of muscles gradually relaxed and he drove in, taking his pleasure in her body. She felt her identity shatter, turning her into a
thing
, an object, used for his pleasure. Nothing existed save the cock invading her ass and the fire inside of her demanding it be let loose to blaze through her soul.

When he was completely buried in her ass he held still while she became accustomed to him, and she felt him leaning forward until his fingers touched her head, and she could hear. He stroked her breasts, tweaked her nipples and sat back up, still embedded in her ass.

“Tighten your ass muscles once if you can hear me.”

She squeezed his cock, held it, and he chuckled. “I should be more specific. Relax again; get used to me. You’re mounted under a table in the media room. I’ve been watching porn and using your pussy to pleasure myself while I watch. I figured maybe you should hear what’s going on as I fuck your ass. Just a toy, a cunt and ass used to get me off. My very own little fucktoy.”

Cara heard the sound of the porno flick now, and felt his cock begin to move slowly in her ass as he moved her up and down over it, and the speakers broadcast the continuous thuds of a flogger crashing into skin and a woman moaning in pain and pleasure. The longer she listened to the flick the more objectified she felt, the hornier she was, and the more frustrated she became as she couldn’t move or do anything to help get herself off.

As the sounds ramped up on the video, Travis thrust faster, using her as a jack-off toy while he enjoyed the show. The woman was screaming now and she heard the onscreen Dom begin to grunt. Travis let loose on her, and though he climaxed as the man on the video came, she didn’t find release.

A plug went into her ass, and her pussy jumped in hopeful anticipation as something hard slid into it as well. She wanted to groan as both began vibrating on a low setting — not sufficient to get her off, but enough to drive her the rest of the way to crazy.

“I’m going to the kitchen to fix some popcorn and wash my cock so I can fuck your pussy again. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Use the clicker if you need me; I’m turning the house speaker on so I’ll hear you. You’re so horny you want to scream right now, aren’t you? Fair warning, it’s going to get a lot worse before I send you over the edge. My inner sadist wants to deny you release while we see how many times I can get off in one night. I copied hours of video into the media room’s folder; we can go all night if I want.”

Chapter Eighteen

“Jacob, please come in; thanks for stopping by. When I called for an appointment I intended to come to you.”

Jacob stepped into the foyer, smiling as he said, “No problem; I’d planned to be in Chattanooga for the weekend and coming a day early wasn’t an issue. You said you had a couple of projects you needed help with?”

Travis closed the door and motioned Jacob to follow as he headed to his home office. “I need an evening gown, a party dress, and I have a few latex projects in mind. I’ve been wondering
...
I’ve seen dancers in nighttime parades with costumes that light up. What would it take to make someone look like a fancy lamp, complete with holding a working light bulb?”

Jacob raised his eyebrows in curiosity, not trying to hide his surprise. “As it turns out, I know someone good with electricity who can probably help us figure it out. As for the costume, I assume you’re thinking a statue holding a torch or globe? Or do you want to dress the person as a regular floor lamp?”

“I hadn’t considered the statue idea; I was thinking of making her into a floor lamp, but if you could find a statue lamp I could purchase and make her look enough like it so I have a matched set, that’d be perfect.”

Travis waved him into a seat as they talked, and Jacob made a call, asking someone about the logistics. He absentmindedly laid the phone aside as he finished the conversation and pulled a sketchbook from his satchel, his entire being focused on the pencil and pad as his arms moved erratically to transfer his concept from brain to paper.

He talked as he sketched. “Zach says it isn’t absolutely necessary, but would be safer if we have latex between skin and electrical components. I need space for the batteries, but if we completely encase her, including her hair, I can have fake latex hair with an alcove for the battery pack and any other components. Most statues have the arm raised with a globe thrust above the head, so we’d only have to run the wire under the plastic hair down to the shoulder and up to the hand.” He stopped and looked at his rough sketch and glanced up at Travis, tilting the pad to show the drawing. “Her arm’ll get tired quickly though, so you may want to have a few poses in mind, and we’ll need to make sure they all work with the length of chord and the costume.”

Travis sat next to Jacob in one of the visitors’ chairs, and he leaned forward to examine the sketch. “Yes, perfect. This project parallels another of my ideas. I’d like to turn her into a sex doll — a latex outfit conforming to her ass and pussy so she can be fucked without anyone touching her skin. Is it possible to make a holder for the globe so it can also go in her ass? I’d like to see her bent over, with the light coming out of...”

Jacob smiled. “What a lucky girl. I didn’t know you had an objectification fetish, but if she shares it, this should really get her going. Yes, I can make it
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nce I have the pattern it’s not a big deal to make two outfits, so we can tint one to match the lamp we find, and the other can be whatever color you want — I assume skin tone? How do you want to handle the face?”

The men discussed logistics and made plans for Jacob to measure Cara for the two dresses that afternoon.

* * * *

Cara took a deep cleansing breath as she finally finished the CGI texture pieces. She saved the files, uploaded them to the project folder on the company’s server, and glanced at the clock, grimacing when she realized Travis must already be home. She’d wanted to finish in time to shower before seeing him.

His shadow fell into the room before he stepped into the doorway, and he smiled as she looked up. She rubbed her forehead, trying to focus on reality again as she said, “You had something triggered to tell you when I uploaded the files, didn’t you?”

He grinned, his eyes lighting with delight. She knew he appreciated someone who could figure out his tech stuff was just computer programs, not magic. “Guilty as charged. I peeked in on you earlier but you were engrossed and I didn’t want to disturb you. Are you hungry?”

She hadn’t been, but as soon as he asked she realized she’d forgotten to eat lunch. She nodded and he said, “I requested Debbie fix something we could keep warm, so there’s lasagna in the oven. The table’s already set; wash your hands and meet me in the kitchen.”

Cara was surprised to see the table set with good china, and a bottle of wine sitting in ice. “What’s the occasion?”

Travis raised an eyebrow. “No special occasion, it’s just lasagna.”

She smiled, wondering how she got so lucky. “You spoil me.”

He looked a little sheepish as he said, “Well, I suppose I
do
have something to talk to you about, and I guess I was hoping to show how special you are while we’re having the conversation.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” she said, her heart dropping into her stomach. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes grew large and he rushed to say, “Nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry if it sounded that way. I promise it’s all good. Come, sit down and tell me what you thought of Jacob’s sketches.”

“I’d wondered why he wanted to take pictures of me in a leotard from all those angles; I had no idea he’d send sketches drawn onto images of me. I loved both dresses; he does great work. What’d you think?”

“I think you’d look beautiful in a burlap sack, but I like both designs.” He hesitated a moment and put his fork down before saying, “I was wondering if you’d like his help deciding what to wear for your meetings with the New York gallery owner? You’ll be hammering out a contract, so you may want to consider a fashionable business suit. I think you do a marvelous job dressing yourself, but Jacob knows what’ll impress the New York people in particular; so if you’d like, we can ask him to either create a custom design or take you shopping for something off the shelf.”

Cara started to feel insulted but realized he was trying to help. She knew he had people dress him when he attended most social functions, so she didn’t take it personally. Besides, he was probably right about the impact making the right fashion statement could have with the New York art crowd.

She nodded, saying, “Yeah, but I’ll pay for it, not you. I let you buy my clothes sometimes when it’s something you want, but this is for my career and you shouldn’t have to shoulder the expense.”

Travis rolled his eyes, but wisely said, “You have his email address and phone number, I’ll leave it up to you then.” He shifted, and his tone relaxed. “I have a proposal for you. I told Debbie we’ll be in New York all week, and she’s planning to visit her sister in Florida. I’d like to extend our three-day trip to five days so I can take you to a fetish club get-together, and then bring you home and have what amounts to a three day long sex scene. I’ll want you naked the whole time, and you’ll have things inside of you almost non-stop the entire three days.” He grinned and her heart pitter-pattered as heat shot through her girly parts. His eyes twinkled as he added, “You’ll be well used, and so sore when it’s over you won’t want to be touched for a week. Are you interested?”