Needing Leah

24: Style

Ellie promised I would suffer. My hopes of a chill evening with pizza and TV were very quickly erased, now that her dad wasn't coming. There had been times I had edged her before, but I had never so brazenly defied her outside of an argument, nor behaved so teasing without instruction. She definitely loved it, but she loved the excuse to reassert her dominance even more.

In the centre of her bedroom were two strong, metal rings. One bolted into the ceiling and the other the floor directly below. They had once existed for a punching bag, Ellie told me. Perhaps I was now the punching bag? The whipping bag? Unlike the rest of the house, the ceiling in her bedroom was particularly high. She looped rope through the top ring that was tied to the cuffs about my wrists, forcing my arms to be pulled up. Rope from the bottom ring tied to the collar around my neck. I was bent forwards awkwardly, with my arms hoisted behind my back. My legs were forced straight. It was hard to see Ellie, as she stalked the room, circling me like a hunter to their prey.

"Like it?" She asked serenely.

"It's already starting to ache." It put heavy strain on both my shoulders and my back. Even my neck muscles hurt in the effort to look up. In recent times, we'd both been uneasy about bondage like this. Somehow, it felt safer here, though. Miles away from Bryner, I felt more relaxed. I had even wanted it. I wasn't sure if the change of surroundings had the same effect on Ellie, but I was pleased she felt comfortable to try this level of bondage again.

"It should ache. This one's for my pleasure, not yours." She whipped me. I was totally naked except for my breastplate, chastity cage, and a pair of white stockings.

"I want this butt red raw before we finish." She whipped me again. She was using a flogger, which perhaps hurt less than implements I had suffered in the past, though she was able to build up a better rhythm. She seemed to be swinging it rapid circles like a flail, striking from one cheek to the next in unending torment. That was the hard bit. The speed. Something about it made it hard to breathe and focus. She talked all the time she worked.

"You've been a right little minx. You need teaching, don't you?" She was wearing a strap-on. I hadn't seen it but I'd heard her putting it on. She began rubbing it against the back of my thighs, down between my cheeks, then went back to whipping me again.

"I didn't train you to be devilish. Teasing. A dirty little-"

"But you liked it!" I cried out in pain.

"So? If you break a rule, you face the consequences. You knew you'd be punished, didn't you?"

"Y-yes!" she had stopped again. It made me shiver with anticipation when she then gently rubbed my cheeks with the back of her hand.

"And yet, you did it anyway. Were you hoping to be punished?"

"S-sort of..." I made an involuntary gasp. Something cold and hard touched the bare skin of my back. It took a moment before I realised it was ice. I felt it, slowly sliding down towards my butt. I trembled at the cold.

"Sort of? You wanted punishment, just not like this? You wanted a nice bit of spanking and edging, not..."

She began whipping me again. As fast and hard a flurry as she possibly could. My body jerked away in pain, only to find no escape. Moving at all pulled on my shoulders. I could feel the blood starting to go in my arms. My fingers were tingling.

"Aghh, please!"

"Please, what? More?"

"No! No!"

"Please fuck you?"

I felt the strap-on rubbing between me again. She paused in order to lube it. The ice had fallen to the floor but cold trickles of water travelled down towards my butt. She began teasing it in. Gentle penetration. A tiny bit at a time. I felt my hole resisting, then relaxing, then widening more than I realised it could. I felt full. My body gave another jerk as I contracted sharply, then eased as she withdrew.

"You like this bit, don't you sweetie?"

"Yes," I admitted. She started laughing. Without any commands at all, I had begun shifting my arse back and forth, as much as the restraint would allow. It was a small movement but showed exactly what I wanted.

"You're fucking yourself now? You must be desperate!"

I kept going.

"What a dirty little whore, you've become. Do you like being called a whore?"

"I-I don't know." It was hard to think straight, given my present condition. I tended not to like anything derogatory, though I knew she wasn't saying it like that. It was affectionate mockery. She was usingwhoreto meannaughty. Dirty-minded. Sex-driven.I couldn't deny any of that. "I'm your whore," I finished.

"Yes,mywhore. No one else's." She tried to suppress a chuckle at that, then began spanking me, then withdrew the strap-on.

"Because you're mine, I decide when you get fucked. Right now, I want to do something about your cage. I think it's a little too roomy, now, don't you?"

"No!" I objected. My shoulders were in agony. My arms were going numb. The dildo had helped distract from it but now she had stopped, the pain felt worse than ever. Ellie was drawing it all out, squatting before me and tapping my cage.

"Would you like to see your replacement? It'll keep you nice and soft."

"No! Not yet!" I shouted in pain. "Ellie, this is hurting!"

"Oh, you want me to hurry up? Ok."

She entered me again. This time, the dildo offered less distraction. The movement caused from bouncing against her made the pain of my binds almost unbearable. She thrust hard. She grabbed me about the waist and slammed herself against me. It expelled my breath. Iwasher whore. I did love it. I loved the feeling of fullness. I loved the sound of the clap against her, the feel of her thighs pressing around me. I loved the moans that came from my mouth and the fact I was at her total mercy...if only body wasn't hurting so much...

She withdrew again. I gasped at the feel, then felt the flogger.

"Fuck, I can't take it!" I called out. She was whipping me slower now. That was worse. Every moment where the strikes or her thrusts weren't filling my senses, was a moment where the pain of the restraint dominated my mind. Perhaps she understood this, because she then left me alone for at least a full minute. I was groaning, wincing with the agony now.

"Ellie, this really fucking hurts."

"Good."

"How long will you keep me like this?"

"As long as it takes, sweet thing." She was either cleaning or changing the dildo, it was hard to say without a good view. I tried to wait quietly. Iwantedto do good. The last time she tried punishing me, she hadn't been able to enjoy it. All her anger had come out to the point she had to stop.I'm not feeling it, girl,she had said. Now that she was feeling it again, I didn't want to put her off. I closed my eyes and tried to shut out the pain. My muscles were screaming and none of the limited movement I was permitted could do anything to ease it.

"Agghhh, El...Ellie."

"Look at you squirming." She pinched my cheek, as though I was adorable. I couldn't take it. I so wanted to, but I knew better than to push myself too much.

"Please! Please, I need to! I need to!"

"Be specific."

"My arms! Please untie me! I'll do anything!"

"Will you?"

"I will, please! I'm really sorry, I'm really, really sorry. I'll do anything!"

That was it. I broke. I was begging helplessly. Thinking back on this now, I could've used my safeword. I hadporridgeto stop everything andwax offto ease up a little. Ellie had always stressed that I should use safe words before reaching the brink, no matter what. Perhaps I wasn't yet at the brink? Perhaps it was the fear using my safe words would draw back Ellie's guilt and shame. Perhaps I was simply so inflamed with pain that I was failing to think straight. As it was, I made another desperate bargain instead.

"I'll suck your cock. I'll suck it as much as you want!"

I supposed that must've been what she was planning. There was no other reason she would've stopped to clean the strap-on. I had refrained from calling it acockbefore, but now I was in too much pain to care. This was the most I had ever hurt in her presence.

The rope loosened. Oh my god, the relief. My arms trembled as they collapsed against my back, still cuffed. She held my body in order to lower me to the floor more carefully. I was on my knees, now. She kept my collar tied to the floor. My head remained at the perfect height for her strap-on, only now I was able to angle it up more easily. Kneeling removed the strain on my neck.

"Do you regret messing with me now?" she asked.

"Yes," I said truthfully, though couldn't entirely hide my grin either. It still hurt. My arms were still shaking.

"You'll be good from now on? Because I can winch you back up whenever I like."

"I'll be good. I promise! I'll be so good for you."

My eyes were closed as I tried to recover. I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Here's the deal, baby. I know in a past life, you watched a lot of porn.Yes, you did, don't deny it! I'm going to put on the first video I can find of a blowjob. You won't be able to see, but you will hear it. I expect you to follow along for as long as it takes until the man in the video cums, understood?"

"Ellie, no - I didn't..."

"You said you'd do anything, remember?" I opened my eyes to find her pulling an expression like she thought my bargain tosuck her cockhadn't solely been made out of desperation. "You don't have to pretend you're in the video, you just have to be as good as the girl in the video. You have to keep up. Can you try?"

I fell silent again. Unsure what to say. She perhaps sensed I was still recovering from the last ordeal, so took a moment to stroke my hair and rub my shoulders. I then gained another few minutes rest while she searched for a video. She had taken my laptop from my bag and demanded my password. It felt embarrassing to answer.

"It's...it'sEllie."

"You made your password my name?"

I nodded sheepishly, wondering if she was going to laugh. Instead, she said only, "good girl." She placed the laptop before me on the bed as she began searching.

"I won't be as good, Ellie. I'm not good at this."

"I know. I'm going to keep count of every time you lag behind." She then paused, typing on my laptop. It didn't take her long to find an appropriate video. "Here we go, nine minutes. Once you've done sucking this thing for nine minutes, I'm going to put it beneath your legs for you to bounce on for the same amount of time. However, I said I was going to keep count of your failings. For each one of them, we add another 3 minutes to the time you'll spend riding this. Understood?"

"What if I fall behind loads? I could end up riding it for over an hour!"

"Well, if your legs give out, I packed plenty of machines that could do the job for you," she said with a casual shrug, then paused and smiled. "You'll do great, sweetheart. I trust you. Try for me, ok?"

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It was impossible. I could hear the rapid glugging noise coming from the laptop, distinctly aware just how fast and deep her throat was moving. I tried to keep up but even the fact my wrists were still cuffed behind my back didn't help. I preferred kissing the strap-on. Something about the sensation on my lips stimulated me, but the girl in the video barely kissed or even licked the tip at all. The moments where I thought she was, Ellie informed me otherwise.

"She's holding it deep, Leah. Copy her!"

That was even harder to imitate. My throat would gag, sometimes with an airy feeling in my stomach, and then saliva would fall all over the strap-on. She barely gagged at all in the video. I had gagged six times before Ellie signalled.

"That's 2 minutes down, baby. Long way to go yet."

2 minutes?? Could I even endure the full amount? There wassomepleasure to the sensation. There was an enjoyment to the challenge, to the sound I was making, to the fact I was truly beingher whore, but there was also stress. Ellie spent the entire time watching the video, comparing my efforts, keeping count. 12 failings. 20. 25. Panic was starting to set in. Not even about the riding I'd have to follow this up with, just the rising sense of failure.

"4 minutes left."

30 failings. 40. My god, I was going to spend the entire night on this floor. I was going to be drilled by a machine until morning.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Oh. The video's stopped," Ellie said, sounding disappointed. "6 minutes in and suddenly there's some end credits for their onlyfans page. He didn't even cum."

"How many times did I..."

"47, honey. That would make it...47 times 3 is...plus nine...150 minutes, I think. So, two and half hours."

"Ellie, you can't. That's far too much!"

She was laughing. "I know, Leah. I know, I underestimated how difficult that would be. I'm still proud of you though, ok? You gave it your best shot when you weren't truly comfortable. I'm not gonna put you through the penalty."

Maybe that was her plan all along, too? To scare the shit outta me then offer relief. She had said she was proud, but I couldn't help feeling like I'd let her down. I dropped to her feet in gratitude.

"Thank you. Fuck, can we eat pizza now?"

"I didn't say ALL your punishment is over, silly." She was smirking. She again pinched my cheek and gave me a playful pat on the head. "You're keeping that collar on and your wrists cuffed. You're gonna be given the smaller cage, and you're gonna be plugged. Oh, and you're staying down there all night. For pizza, for TV, for sleeping; you're doing it all chained to the ring in the floor. If you complain, I'll make you follow that video all over again."

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Is it weird to feel nostalgic for a game we only played several months ago? It was early into our time when Ellie last made me spend the night on the floor. I'd been uneasy about it, then. She had made me kneel uncomfortably as her footstool beforehand, and I'd been wary of where our relationship was going. I trusted her more, now. It was a surprise to realise I'd been missing the game. In general, I'd been missing the domination. Ellie was her most alluring and most confident, when she dominated me.

Well, lying on the floor wasn't my favourite turn on. I craved to be cuddled to sleep. With the nightmares I often had, the floor wasn't a pleasant prospect. On the other hand, seeing she was right there, just the tiniest bit out of reach, felt agonisingly seductive. The leash allowed me enough room to curl up right next to her bed. I felt less like a slave chained up, than a pet cat snuggling just slightly beneath her. Weirdly, that felt safer for me than the idea of sleeping comfortably but alone in the spare room. The times Ellie woke in the night, she would lean an arm over the side to give me an affectionate squeeze. I didn't sleep at all well. My body ached and, whilst she had uncuffed my wrists before sleep, the collar remained. My arse had been plugged and, every time I moved, I was reminded of its presence, then turned on again. Arousal seemed to make sleep impossible. In another sense, the cage seemed to make arousal impossible. It was metal, silver, and incredibly tight. I supposed sleep deprivation was one way of preventing my nightmares. It also left me a lot of time to think.

You did a good job of cheering her up tonight,I told myself, as though it was a pep-talk.You'll have to think of something more tomorrow, though. It can't always be teasing her and getting punished.

I felt safe to be away from Bryner, but I supposed Ellie didn't share that. She'd told me before, Whitford House carried memories she'd rather forget, and it was evident that she slept just as restlessly as me. When her dad did come back, she'd be at her most anxious.

I have to look out for her. That's my job this holiday.

I even smiled at the role reversal of it all. I'd have to be the pro-active one. I'd have to come up with the ideas and be the voice of encouragement. I wanted that. To be like a supportive wife, rather than just an obedient girl.

Whoa, what? Supportive wife??

Being pro-active, making decisions, calling the shots; those were all things I'd often associated with beingmanly. That vague ingrained pressure I had often tried to live up to. It was both strange and blindingly obvious to realise how feminine all of those traits could be, too.

I should treat her tomorrow. She's always doing nice things for me. I'll have to try and return the favour. I'll have to be part submissive toy, part supportive carer.

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I must've slept three hours at most that night, which Ellie insisted was "your own fault," while she set about changing the bedding. She unleashed me, bid me to unplug, wash, dress, and eat some breakfast. I did my makeup and put on the red dress she had given me on my first day. I knew she liked seeing me in it. We ate the small remains of cornflakes in the house then I offered my suggestions of what to do as a treat. I had thought about it all night. I had googled the surrounding area after my shower. There was a river not far away from which rowing boats could be hired. Something romantic felt like a good idea.

"Leah, it's the fucking winter," she said, picking unenthusiastically at her cereal. She seemed especially down today.

"So? It's sunny outside. It's not even that cold."

"You wanna go for a picnic on a boat...in coats and woolly hats?"

"It's not that cold," I repeated. "You've already been out running, right? You do that in only a top and shorts."

"And it's fucking freezing until the exercise warms me up. Besides, I didn't go out this morning."

"You didn't?" I had never known her not to. I sensed not to dwell on the point, though. She changed the topic readily enough.

"We should get things done. I'm gonna text my dad, today. Tell him you're here." She took a deep breath. "You thought any more about your parents? Like, I think writing them a letter is the best-"

"Ellie, I spent half the night awake with my thoughts."

She grinned. "You were thinkingdifferentthoughts though, weren't you? I heard you a few times. Faintly moaning."

I blushed. I tried to hide it by changing the subject back to finding an activity. Cinema, museum, local bird sanctuary. She shot them all down. Only then, and only after persuasion, did she agree to my original plan.

"We've got to do something, Missy. It'll be fun!"

"Will it?"

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We agreed to go at midday, when it was likely to be warmest. I tried to bake some biscuits to take, only the scarce ingredients and the fact I overcooked them horribly, meant they had to be binned. We bought snacks at a nearby shop instead. I insisted on paying for them all, only my wallet was pitifully lacking. When we discovered hiring a boat cost more than google had suggested, Ellie was forced to pay for it. I felt a little bad. She was trying not to spend anything right now.

"It'll be fun!" I said again, hoping to persuade her. The sun was shining and, whilst the breeze was cold, it remained bearable. The river was wide and straight, more like a canal than a river. Birds were singing. The trees on the banks were all bare yet caught the sunlight and splintered it into dazzling shards that stretched over the water.

"You just lie your weary head and let me do all the rowing," I said, taking off my coat so she could see my dress. I had opted not to wear tights, so she could see my legs. Ellie had dressed more sensibly in leggings and a jumper. She kept her coat on.

"You're the one with weary head. I slept blissfully," she said.

"I'm well aware, I watched you for half of it," I said with a groan, though I knew her sleep had been fitful. I chose not to mention that. "Lie down. This is my treat for you."