Kely, The Fool's Initiation

I had prepared myself for Marc's return. Whenever he was away for a few days, he would pounce on me as soon as he got back, eager to share his adventures. Tonight, I was going to lie to him intentionally, hoping to provoke a level of intensity in the man I loved that would lead him toward a new kind of authority.

He arrived around 10 PM with a broad smile and took me in his arms. I was wearing an extremely light outfit and, after his shower, he joined me on the bed with his usual greed. Lifting the small scrap of fabric serving as my skirt, I noticed a sudden halt in his momentum.

"What are these marks?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

"What marks, darling?" I said, feigning surprise.

"Listen, don't take me for a fool! I can clearly see the traces on your skin."

"Well... I don't see how!"

"Fine! Stand up; I want to see everything."

I stood up, removing my top and thong, turning slowly in place. It was the first time I had ever seen him truly angry. He left for a few seconds and returned with a black riding crop, the one he used for horseback riding.

"These lines are unmistakable. Your skin bears the imprint of a very specific discipline."

"Honestly, that's nonsense... You’re imagining things."

I was convinced that lying in the face of such evidence would shatter his composure. Once I started, I couldn't stop the game. In the meantime, I had hidden a short letter explaining my approach, so as not to permanently break the trust between us.

"You want to play this game? Fine! Let's have some fun," he said with contained fury.

He lashed my skin several times with the crop, a sensation very similar to the one inflicted by Eva.

"See? I’m making the exact same marks! How could you have these without realizing it? Explain it to me!"

"Sorry, I have nothing more to tell you."

His anger provoked a formidable pleasure in me; I had to push him to his extremes. He went to his closet and returned with a long rope.

"Since you seem to be taking your pleasures from surrender, I’m going to serve you!"

He grabbed me firmly, forcing me to my knees, then tied my wrists behind my back and bound my feet. I could no longer move.

"Maybe someone was with me while I was sleeping, huh?" I taunted.

He wrapped the rope around my shoulders and chest, tying very tight knots that restricted my movements. He placed me in the corner of the room; I found myself standing there like a captive. He went downstairs to pour himself a whisky and came back up a bit later. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he asked again:

"I’m still waiting for your answer!"

"I can’t tell you anything, that’s all."

Rage took hold of him. He moved me onto the thick carpet and tipped me forward. I found myself with my head pressed to the floor, unable to move; only the curve of my lower back was at his mercy. With the tip of his crop, he counted the marks.

"I see five distinct marks. For them to be like that, you must have been in a similar position, right? So, I’m going to add a sixth!"

I felt the crop crack against my skin. I didn't stop him, savoring the sting. I felt the seventh fall just as sharply, letting out a faint moan of satisfaction.

"In this position, you're not bad at all! If the others enjoyed it, I don't see why I couldn't do the same!"

Leaving his crop on the bed, he positioned himself behind me. He saw that I was not at all indifferent to his punishment. I felt his strength enter me without shame, as he spoke to me with a raw authority I had never known. He used his hands now, striking my skin harder and harder. I was going wild: thanks to Eva, my plan had worked! I was on the verge of a peak when he said:

"This must bring back memories of the night, huh?"

"Yes... Many memories!" I confessed under the weight of his hands.

"I'm waiting for the rest, hurry up!"

"There were several of them..."

"We’re getting there!

I suddenly felt his trajectory change; I was literally exploding when his intensity reached its height, accompanied by his sharp slaps.

"I spent one of the best nights of my life, taken in every way before being initiated into submission. I wanted to use the marks to provoke the reaction I’ve been waiting for, and it worked. You make me happy tonight."

I felt him become bestial, accelerating his pace, marking my skin further. I could no longer hold back and cried out in happiness as I felt his warmth flood me. A few seconds later, I told him where to find the note I’d written.

"My God, it's not possible!" he said, reaching to free me.

"No, don't touch me, leave me like this, I’m fine."

"But why didn't we talk about this?"

"I had to make you explode. These things are hard to explain: telling the one you love that his kindness isn't always enough. Sometimes I need to feel you hard and firm with me, to be just an object you use."

"I understand. I’ll modify your restraints so you can at least move around on a leash, alright?"

"Perfectly alright."

His phone interrupted us. It was his friend Philippe. He continued the conversation standing up, his foot resting on my lower back. They had agreed to have a drink. Philippe was stopping by, even late...

"It’s the unexpected moments that make the best stories! Philippe is coming over. You remember him?"

"Yes, I know him very well..."

"Don't worry, he won't be surprised! Come on, I’m taking you to the living room."

I moved at my master's feet, and he settled me on the floor next to the armchair. The gate buzzed, and Marc went to open it. I was in a state of total trance. They exchanged a few words before returning. Philippe paid no attention to my state. Marc poured two whiskies while Philippe sat in the chair next to me. They discussed his trip and a woman Marc had met. I was treated to every juicy detail while remaining at their feet.

While talking, Philippe let his hand fall onto my lower back and slid his fingers toward my intimacy. He listened with delight to the details of the night Marc had spent. His fingers explored me, first on one side, then the other. I stayed there without flinching, containing an explosive pleasure that grew with every movement.

"Do you have anything planned tonight?"

"Not really. Sally went off with her friends. It was the perfect chance for some peace and quiet. And you?"

"Not especially; I have this little one at your feet if you want, if she can distract you..."

"Hmmm... I’ve been sensing her readiness for a while now, and she is very expectant. I should take a closer look!"

"The leash is on your side; do as you please! Another whisky?"

"With pleasure, yes!"

I felt myself pulled by my leash, bringing my neck to the edge of the sofa. I found a prominent presence there that I immediately had to welcome. My master, guiding me firmly, set the pace. I was allowed a sip of his whisky before returning to the task, the golden liquid mixing with the steady, continuous flow that followed. Marc approached, took the leash, and led his prey onto the sofa.

"Honestly, look! Isn't nature beautiful?" he said, exhibiting my intimacy.

"That’s right, and I’m getting to it right now!"

I felt Marc's strength enter my volcano, certain that his spear could not contain the fire consuming it. He moved shamelessly and roughly, making me shiver with every stroke.

"It's a real delight, Philippe; I recommend her next!"

"I won't need to be told twice! Oh wait, my phone is ringing... 'Hey! I'm with a friend in very good company and we can share,' he said, laughing into the receiver. 'I'll text you the address, see you in a bit!'"

I told myself that chance didn't exist, or that it worked out perfectly. I was beginning to glimpse the evening for this captive, which had only just begun.

"Hmmm... I'm changing horizons, Philippe, and diving into the crater! It’s scorching hot in there!"

I heard Marc's husky cry before he released himself brutally inside me. I couldn't hold back my emotion and exploded with him. As soon as he withdrew, Philippe took over in the center of the same volcano. I had a wild urge to scream, but in my role, I held back. I felt Philippe begin his guided tour in turn; the path was already very welcoming.

The doorbell rang: the visitors had arrived. Savoring the intensity I was undergoing and attached to my leash, I saw Philippe's two friends join him. They stood right next to Philippe while he focused on me.

"I'm so glad to see you!" Philippe exclaimed.

"Us too! And seeing what you're doing right now is heating up our minds..."

"She’s a fine mount; just do as you please!"

"While she’s keeping you busy, can we also distract her?"

"No need to ask, do it!"

The rest followed quickly. One of the newcomers approached my face, which he took in his hands before introducing his impressive weapon. His hands helped me keep the rhythm because his strength was of an imposing size. I observed his excited friend beside him, waiting his turn.

Philippe reached his limit; he let out a cry and flooded the chamber of the volcano. The first guest left his anchor point to take Philippe's place. The second joined him at my lips, his heavy-duty presence distending my jaws.

His hands were necessary to guide me. Marc came to make sure the leash was still securely strapped to my neck. I remained focused on the task assigned to me with the utmost attention. The matter seemed even more intense when Philippe's replacement decided to explore the deeper chambers. He slid into that drenched universe all the way, subjecting me to driving thrusts that quickly increased in tempo. I suddenly felt invaded by a boiling tsunami. My other guest shifted his focus, plunging into the lunar orbit without delay.

There were fleeting pains, stifled by the pleasure coursing through me, as he reached the chamber of molten lava. He then decided to visit the lower floor, creating a sense of emptiness in me as he moved. Marc and Philippe were standing very close, sharing their comments. Holding the leash tight, Marc asked:

"Is everything alright?"

"Almost alright; a space just opened up," I managed to whisper.

No response from them; they continued their conversation. With the fire spreading, my firemen on duty did everything possible to extinguish the flames, though their contributions only served to ignite them further. As a reward, I was given a glass of whisky on the rocks, which I savored with passion.

The situation surpassed even the pleasure I had experienced with Sabine. Finishing my whisky, Philippe grabbed the leash, leading me onto the thick rug. The first visitor was waiting, lying down. Impaling myself upon him, his partner positioned himself behind me, short-circuiting both entrances to the combustion chamber. This maneuver triggered a gigantic explosion within me.

Faced with the emergency, Marc and Philippe brought their own contributions, which I held in each hand, hoping for a soothing rain. Both chambers were once again copiously flooded; the two streams synchronized, pouring hot jets over the eruption that never ceased to grow.

Exhausted, I remained lying on the rug, trying to regain strength. When I lifted my head, silence had settled; the visitors had vanished. With a certain melancholy, I reclaimed my freedom and headed for the bathroom. It was nearly 4 AM; I was going to treat myself to a long, well-deserved sleep.