《Chains of Dominion》Chapter 5: Shaking
Jacob Wagner, certified virgin, was going to have sex.
He was going to have sex with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
She was nice, she was forward, she appreciated him for his skills, and she was utterly batshit insane.
She kept on saying that he would “save us”.
Was she schizophrenic? Would she remember in the morning how enthusiastic she’d been about it? He could swear there was a CSI episode about this. He had witnesses who would testify to her willingness, although it didn’t help that the main witness in favor was his best friend, and Mike might lie against him just for the hell of it.
But as she looked at him longingly, desperately, he knew he couldn’t say no.
Could they go to his car? If they did it there, Mike and his cronies would pound on the windows. Todd couldn’t block all three of them without hurting anyone. And if he drove to another parking lot, they’d just follow.
On the other hand, Todd could easily block a bathroom door and keep them from pounding on it. He tapped Todd on the shoulder. “I need you to cover for me. Thirty minutes.”
Todd grinned and nodded. “You got it. No disturbances. Oh, and the women’s restroom has a couch about her size, and there’s no other women here.”
Jake didn’t really have words at the moment. Instead he gave Todd a thumbs up and dragged the girl towards the restroom.
“Yes, I know,” said Todd as he followed. “I am truly a great friend. If anyone asks, I’ll say she’s having lady issues.”
They entered and Jake was surprised at how nice the place was. There was a carpeted area with a couch, a stack of reading materials, and a lamp for mood lighting. Was this why women were always taking so long in the restroom?
But that wasn’t the nicest thing in here.
He had a girl.
He sat on the couch and pulled her to him. This was how you were supposed to start, right? He only had an hour or so until he needed to be ready for his match, so he had to do it right the first time. The thought made him tense up.
She sat on his lap, gracefully lowering herself so she straddled his legs, and kissed him. Her lips were soft, and they trembled as she pulled away. He was intoxicated by the taste of her tongue — he pulled her back and pressed her head towards his so their lips met again. This feeling… it was euphoria, like opening a new FTO patch, like winning five matches in a row. No, it was better.
His heart beat rapidly and his dick hardened even though it was trapped between his legs and hers. The pressure only made it get harder, as if it was trying to push itself up through brute force. He didn’t mind it at all.
He realized that she didn’t have pants, and his jeans were now pressed directly onto her underclothes.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he grabbed one with his hand and squeezed.
She moaned and pressed herself up against him harder, her crotch pushing against his belly as she clung to him, wrapped herself around him with both arms and legs. She was breathing hard as well, and as they kissed she pressed her tongue into his mouth.
He shook uncontrollably, his muscles quivering.
She got off of him and knelt on the couch. One hand pressed him back while the other unzipped his pants. She grabbed his dick, pulling it out through his boxers and beginning to stroke it. He flinched when she first touched it, then accepted it as she leaned down to lick the shaft, lubricating it so her hand could run freely up and down.
It began to twitch. He was almost there.
“Stop doing that. If you keep going I’ll—”
“Make me stop.” She kept on stroking, slowly, while she reached into her burlap bag with the other hand and pulled out a coil of rope. “A tactician like you has learned knots, I’m sure.”
She wanted him to tie her up? “I, uh…” He’d learned some knots in the Boy Scouts, but it had been so long.
She squeezed his dick threateningly. One more stroke and he’d come before they even had sex.
He grabbed the rope with one hand and pushed her back onto the couch with the other. This really was feeling more and more like a CSI episode, but he couldn’t stop now. “Remember, you were the one who asked for this.”
She nodded solemnly. “Yes, I want you to tie me up. That is the way that I best form a Connection.”
Why did it sound like she’d capitalized the word ‘connection’?
“Roll onto your stomach,” he said.
“Yes sir,” she said meekly. She pulled off her gown, then turned to comply.
He nearly came just watching her. She had no bra or underpants underneath; she was completely naked. He hadn’t even noticed before that she’d been wearing moccasins and not regular tennis shoes and socks. What kind of culture did she come from, anyways?
“Do with me what you will,” she said. “I am becoming chill without my gown, so please warm me up quickly.”
“I thought you wanted me to tie you up.”
She lay on the couch on her stomach and crossed her wrists at the small of her back, as if asking him to tie them together. “Yes, sir. Please tie me up.”
“And then?”
“Whatever you want to do with me.”
He did a square lashing, wrapping her wrists at right angles to each other as if they were two logs.
“Tighter?’ she asked hopefully.
He ran the loose end between her arms, pulling the ropes taut. She hummed with pleasure.
Now what? Whatever he wanted? She was completely naked in front of him, laying on the couch. He stroked her back, all the way from her shoulder to her ass. She shivered under his caress.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you. I can feel our Connection growing.”
He could feel something else growing. Ever since she’d freed it from his jeans, it had stuck up straight and unwielding, and now he could swear it was getting thicker.
She grabbed it.
“Hey! I thought this was supposed to make you not do that!”
She smirked up at him dreamily. “I guess you better tie me up tighter.”
“Tighter? But your wrists are tied at tight as possible.”
“I can still run away.”
“I don’t think you will.”
“But I don’t want to be able to get away. I want complete restriction… I want to struggle against the ropes, unable to move, and know that you have complete power over me.”
He jaw dropped and he began to drool in anticipation. And then he got to work.
He tied her legs with a square lashing as well, making her knees splay out wide. He did the extra tightening rope through the middle before she asked this time, and she hummed happily as he did so.
And now… anything he wanted. He pushed her on her side, pulled her long flowing hair out of her eyes and kissed her.
He could feel that kiss again and again, forever.
“More please, Master,” she moaned when he pulled away. He went in again, this time letting their tongues meet. It was electric.
He melted, letting the feeling carry him away into a deep, relaxed space that he’d never felt before. He regained his senses — minutes later? seconds? — And gasped for breath.
She laughed. “I feel the same.”
This was dangerous. He could be in here forever.
How long had it been? How long was it until his next match?
“Please, come back to me,” she said.
He blinked. She was perceptive.
He moved a hand to her breast, squeezing it and then tweaking a nipple. She flinched and scooted back on the couch.
“Sorry,” he said.
“No, I want you to do that.”
“Then why’d you flinch?”
“I told you, I don’t want to be able to move. At all. It won’t work if I can move, if I’m not fully Connected to you.”
He didn’t think sex was supposed to be this complicated, but he wasn’t complaining. Every moment of the build-up heightened his pleasure.
There were more pieces of rope on the floor, and he used those to tie her bound arms and legs closer to each other behind her back, pulling her shoulders back and her legs closer to her head.
“Yeeeees,” she groaned. “Oh yes, thank you. Tighter.”
Her arched back and heaving chest made her exposed breasts almost impossible to look away from, and as he pulled tighter her back arched so much she started panting. “Is that too tight?”
“It’s perfect.”
He tied off the knot, leaving her lying contorted on the couch. Strangely, she was even more beautiful in her helplessness. Her desperate, lustful eyes, and the fact that she wanted him to take control of her, were even more of a turn-on than her perfect figure.
He pinched her nipple and she he could see the effect ripple through her whole body. She tried to move but failed, instead letting the motion spread like a wave. He tweaked her nipple again, watched her ripple with joy. It was like a happiness button.
It sent waves of pleasure down his spine just watching it.
He leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue finding hers almost immediately. They were a live wire, two circuits that were dangerous to connect. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to remove his mouth from hers.
He kept kissing her and moved his left hand to touch her pussy. It was bold, but it seemed like the right thing to do. She convulsed against it, trying to press against his gentle touch, while her tongue went into overdrive plunging the depths of his mouth.
He grabbed her hair with his right hand by the roots, pulling it to hold her head still. By instinct he also grasped with his left hand, with two fingers plunged into her pussy. It was soaking wet.
He started to pull the fingers out, but she groaned in displeasure as he did so, then in appreciation when he pushed them back in, even farther this time. He squezed down on the outside with his thumb, then rubbed his two fingers along the inside wall. She quivered, made a choking sound.
“Oh yes!” she screamed. “Oh god, yes!”
She thrashed as hard as she could. Her body barely moved an inch, but he was so connected with the feel of her muscles, with the look on her face, that he could tell she was in completely agony.
He pulled back.
“Keep going!” she yelped. “Harder!”
He put three fingers in there this time, pressed down with his thumb, and pulled her hair with the other hand. With his mouth he bit down on her nipple.
Her whole body shook.
“That’s enough,” she gasped. “That’s enough.”
He pulled away and she was still shivering. Her fingers were curled up into little balls and she spasmed involuntarily.
Holy shit.
He went for the ropes.
“No, don’t untie me yet,” she said between gasps.
“What do you mean?”
Finally she caught her breath “I think you’re the one.”
“The… what?” Religious chicks. Todd knew.
“Only two more things are required to complete the ritual.”
This was even more confusing. “The ritual?”
“I will tell you the first step.”
She whispered it to him; he’d heard of weirder kinks, but not many.
He pulled out a padded leather-wrapped collar; the metal core was perfectly round, except where it hinged at one side and clasped at the other. Six metal rings were worked into the leather, sticking out where anyone could grab. He wrapped it around her neck, then touched it and whispered: “I bind you to myself.”
A light glowed from the center ring of the collar, then the clasp at the back fused shut and the rings disappeared.
What in the world?
She gasped in joy. “Oh Master. Master. Our Connection Rating… it’s 71.”
“What?”
“We’re going to do it. We’re going to save everyone!”
This was getting too weird now.
But he did have a tied up girl on the bathroom couch with a collar that locked and glowed by speaking magic words, so what did he know?
“Now, the second part of the ritual,” she said. “We only need a little bit more Connection and it will work. I’m sorry to give instructions to my Master, but we must concentrate.”
As he looked into her eyes, he knew he wouldn’t say no to any of her requests, no matter how strange or bizarre. She whispered instructions, and he nodded.
He grabbed the ball gag from her bag, pulled it tight across her mouth, so tight that the straps made indentations in her face, and latched it across the back of her neck. He watched the number she’d told him about… it was up from 71 to 73. He reached to her nipple again, watched her quiver. He licked her lips from around the ball gag and her tongue struggled desperately to find its way past the gag to his. She moaned in frustration, shaking at her bonds.
75.
“I bring us to another world,” he said as solemnly as he could.
The earth shook.
Drool dripped from her mouth, tears sprang from her eyes.
She started glowing.
Two figures appeared in his vision, a blonde woman and a woman with grey skin and… cat ears?
“I’m assuming he’s the one?” asked the blonde.
She nodded vigorously, desperately.
The earth stopped shaking, the girl stopped glowing, and they were in a grassy meadow under a purple sky.
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