Neon stood and opened another drawer in the dresser, rummaging around. “You are ok to keep going, right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Vinyl panted from her bound position on the floor. “I’m good.”

“Great,” he said as he turned around, a half a dozen index cards clasped in his hand. “I want you to choose two numbers between one and six.”

“Uh . . . one and five, master,” Vinyl answered looking over her shoulder curiously.

“You just chose your punishments,” Neon explained as he sorted through the cards, picking out two specific ones. He turned them over and read the first one, which said, ‘Roll two dice. Forced to orgasm that many times in rapid succession.’ The second one read, ‘Clamps applied to genitals and nipples. Ring gag placed in mouth. Forced to provide oral sex.’ ”Good choices,” he said. He returned his attention to the drawer, rummaging among bottles of various lubricants and assorted sizes of dildos and anal beads, finally emerging with a blue vibrator and a pair of dice. The die clacked on the top of the dresser as he rolled them, tumbling and spinning until they came to a halt with six black dots visible. Smiling, he turned back to Vinyl and knelt down, vibrator in hand. He tugged on the black toy currently fitted snugly inside Vinyl’s sex, yanking it out. She gasped as her interior walls and labia, by now molded comfortably around the object, lightly twinged against their sudden emptiness. She bit back her protest, though, as a new length slipped inside her, parting her sensitive lips slightly with its width. She shifted her hips, testing the new intruder inside of her; it wasn’t as wide as the last one and didn’t stretch her as noticeably, but it was longer. Its rounded tip pressed against her cervix, leaving her trembling slightly with the sensation of being filled. “To start with, I rolled a pair of dice. I’m going to turn this vibrator on and you’re going to come that many times,” Neon said with relish.

“How many?” Vinyl asked, heart fluttering at the thought.

“I’m not gonna tell you. But it’ll be one extra, since you forgot to call me ‘master’ just now,” Neon said, flicking the switch on the base of the toy.

“Oh, shit,” Vinyl gasped as the buzzing vibrations spread through her core.

“That thing’s turned all the way up, by the way,” Neon observed as he sat down more comfortably, watching avidly.

Vinyl bit her lip as the constant pulsing in her spread through her interior walls and tickled at her sensitized lips, forcing her spent muscles to tense again. The incessant waves of stimulation washed through her, gradually increasing the pressure that twisted inside her like writhing snakes. A wordless moan escaped from her as, with a powerful spasm, her body channeled all of its strength into a massive contraction of her internal walls, clenching against the smooth surface of the source of the vibrations.

Her breath haggard and panting, she let her head fall to the floor in exhaustion as her muscles slowly relaxed. “That’s one, Vinyl,” Neon called, watching her reactions with obvious enjoyment as he began to harden again.

“Ngh,” she groaned in frustration as the toy sheathed inside her continued to stimulate her mercilessly. It took less time for her to respond this time; her thighs quaked with the strain as she squeezed against the vibrator, enfolding it more deeply inside her.

“That’s two,” Neon remarked as, with a shudder, she sagged against the floor, panting heavily.

“Fuck,” she spat as the quivering toy inside her continued to work. She once more clenched, interior muscles throbbing, unwillingly driving the vibrator into closer contact with her trembling core. This time her release was barely noticeable, swallowed immediately as she tensed yet again. “Aah,” she moaned pitifully, thrashing weakly.

“Three, now.”

“P-please, master, no more,” she begged, thrashing against her bonds. Her arms strained against the handcuffs still binding them, shaking with effort.

“You’re not even halfway done,” Neon observed lightly.

“Oh, god,” she sobbed. By now the vibrations seemed to have penetrated her completely, enveloping her in a constant state of arousal. Her ass clenched, the muscle of her sphincter squeezing against the dozen beads still taped inside. “F-u-u-u-ck,” she wailed, drawing the word out with a strangled moan.

“You’re doing good, Vinyl. That was your fourth.”

Panting helplessly now, Vinyl’s head sagged against the carpeted floor, thin trails of saliva running from the corner of her mouth. Her last orgasm had granted her no release at all; the tension pulsing through her nethers only continued to increase, drowning whatever pleasure her release had granted her. The muscles constricted against her anal beads drove them to the forefront of her consciousness. Their slight movements from her shuddering body were an incredible sensation that left her feeling completely and utterly filled and making her writhe even more, desperate to hasten her finish. This time, her climax was even less satisfying. Her interior walls twitched, slightly, and then returned to their strained state. “MMN!” she moaned throatily, overwhelmed as she tried to both tense and release at the same moment.

“Five,” Neon counted, running a hand lightly down his rigid member. Vinyl’s calves burned with angry heat, exhausted by her desperate attempts to close her legs. Her toes curled painfully inwards as she drooled onto the floor. Her peak followed hard on the heels of her last, ripping out of her with a strangled and wordless cry. “That’s the sixth time you came, Vinyl. You’d be done now if you hadn’t forgotten to call me ‘master’.”

“NNGH!” she moaned loudly, writhing impotently. Her muscles spasmed regularly, alternately squeezing against the smooth vibrator and the irregular shape of the anal beads clenched in her quivering ass. The tightness of her stimulated core mounted, building like a tidal wave pressing against a dam. Finally, with an animalistic howl, her resistance broke for the final time. Her internal muscles clamped down and released rhythmically and she howled again, overwhelmed by the feeling as her sphincter massaged the beads it held, grating against their unyielding shapes.

Seeing that she had finished, Neon reached out and, thumbing the switch, pulled the object of Vinyl’s torment out with a wet, sucking sound. Vinyl moaned again, this time in relief, as her stimulation was taken away. He smiled, seeing the thin trails of fluid trailing from the vibrator as he removed it. No longer plugged, more of Vinyl’s discharge poured out to trickle down her spread and quivering slit. “I want you to remember how this feels,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside her, drawing a weak contraction and a dismayed moan from Vinyl. “I want you to remember how it feels to come over and over again, helpless to stop it. I want you to realize that your body belongs to me. Do you understand, Vinyl?”

“Y-yes, master,” Vinyl weakly agreed.

“Good girl,” he praised, removing his fingers. “I’m going to prepare you for your next punishment. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, master.”

“Are you going to fight back?”

“No, master.”

“Good.” Neon rose to his knees, allowing his hardened length to bob as he released it. Reaching over Vinyl’s prone position, he rolled her over onto her back. “Sit up for me,” he ordered, helping her raise her body with a hand under the shoulder. “Don’t move,” he commanded as he went once again to search through one of the drawers containing a wide assortment of sexual toys, pulling out a metal ring attached to a narrow, clasped band as well as a handful of plastic clamps.
Standing behind her, he reached down and pressed the round metal against Vinyl’s lips. They parted immediately, allowing the cold surface to slip inside and slot into place between her teeth and lips. The clasp was quickly secured behind her head and Vinyl was left to experience her new gag. Metallic tang filled her mouth as its diameter held her mouth wide open, making it impossible to close. Her tongue slithered across its interior, finding no flaws or imperfections. Leaning close to whisper in her ear, Neon said, “Since you can’t use a safeword like that, snap your fingers if you want me to stop, alright?”

“Mmhm,” Vinyl grunted in agreement, nodding her head as well.

“Alright,” he said as he came back around to stand in front of her. “One last thing.” He knelt down, laying the small clamps down on the floor in plain view.

“Mmph,” Vinyl groaned through her gag as she caught sight of them.

Grinning deviously, Neon took one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling and squeezing it until it hardened in his grasp. Moving swiftly, he swept up one of the clamps, thumbed it open, pressed its jaws down over the erect tip of her breast and allowed it to close. “Nngh,” Vinyl sighed as it crushed down over her sensitive nipple. Soon enough her other nipple was similarly squeezed, eliciting another moan. She squirmed, groaning deep in her throat, as Neon took hold of one of her enflamed labia. He pulled it away, stretching it and pinching it slightly. “Ngh . . . ngh . . . UGH!” she grunted as three of the clamps closed over her fold in rapid succession.

“Good girl, Vinyl,” he murmured as he took hold of her unclamped-side. “Just a few more.” Her protests were reduced to gentle pants as the other three clamps snapped into place.

Finally, Neon stood back, examining his handiwork. Vinyl squirmed in discomfort; the pressure on her nipples was noticeable, like small, burning pinpricks. The sensation radiating from her nethers was far worse. Sensitized by the multitude of her recent orgasms, her folds ached in the clamps’ cruel grips, as if pierced by needles of fire.

Satisfied with Vinyl’s state, Neon briskly rubbed his hardened length. Sighing happily, he stepped closer to her, his member level with her face. “I think you get the idea, don’t you?” he asked slyly.

“Mhm,” she murmured in agreement, saliva beginning to trickle down her jaw from her open mouth.

With a thrust, Neon slid his member between Vinyl’s spread lips. Her hot breath washed over his length and slick saliva coated it as the soft tissue of her tongue ran along its underside.

Vinyl closed her eyes, submitting to the penetration as Neon’s hands braced her head, holding it immobile. “Does it feel good to have your mouth fucked while your pussy is clamped?” he asked harshly, maintaining a rhythm of thrusts.

“Mhm,” she managed to grunt.

Neon braced himself, member quivering. “Do you like having your mouth fucked while your ass is full of beads?”

“Mhm,” she groaned, shivering in delight.

After continuing to thrust for a while, Neon gasped, riding the precipice of his own release. A few more thrusts easily slid into her, firmly burying itself in her warm mouth. Feeling the spasm that heralded his climax, he pushed himself as deep into her tender opening as he could.

Vinyl had a bare second of warning; she felt Neon’s member quiver and then her mouth was flooded with hot, salty effusion. “Unhg,” she grunted as some of it began to trickle down her throat, listening to his labored breathing.

“I hope you like to swallow, because I’m not gonna pull out ‘til you do,” Neon finally said, running a hand through Vinyl’s hair. The muscles in Vinyl’s jaws worked as she tried to obey. He sighed as her efforts massaged his member slightly while she grunted in frustration; her gag and the presence of his hard length in her mouth prevented the movement that permitted her to swallow. “It’s not that easy, is it?” he asked teasingly. Resigned to her task, Vinyl focused on the slight motions of her cheeks and throat that were available to her. ”Careful, Vinyl,” Neon warned as her tongue brushed against his member as she struggled to swallow his emission. “If you make me come again you’ll have to start all over.”

Vinyl continued struggling to swallow the pool of semen filling her mouth, working her jaw futilely. “Urgh . . . mph,” she grunted in frustrated annoyance.

“Tell you what,” Neon said after a few moments. “How about I take that gag out for you and then you can try this again?” Vinyl nodded in agreement, looking up with grateful eyes. Neon pulled himself out, a sticky trail connecting the tip of his member to her mouth. “Don’t you dare try to swallow until I tell you,” he ordered, and Vinyl nodded her understanding. Reaching around her head, he undid the clasp securing her gag and let it fall away from her mouth. Without prompting, she opened her lips, waiting until Neon seated himself again in her creamy mouth. “Now, swallow,” he commanded. Vinyl’s jaw worked again, trying to swallow as ordered. The length of his member hindered the slight motion of her tongue that enabled her to swallow, but the freedom to move her jaw allowed her to generate a little suction. Bit by bit, she slurped down the thick fluid filling her mouth, letting it dribble down her throat. “Good girl,” he finally praised as he pulled himself out of her mouth again.

Vinyl ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the mix of her own saliva and Neon’s emission. “Thank you, master,” she answered.

Neon looked down at her, examining her critically. She slumped tiredly, a satisfied expression on her face. “You ready to be done, Vinyl?” he asked.

She exhaled sharply as she took stock of her spent and aching body. Finally, she nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I think so. I’ve had enough.”

“Alright. Hold still for a minute while I let you loose, then we can get you cleaned up.”

Vinyl reclined against the wall of the shower, savoring the sensation of jets of water washing over her sensitive nipples and soothing her throbbing labia. She sighed in gratitude as she flexed her bottom, relieved of the stimulation of the beads’ subtle movements.

Finally, feeling clean after her exposure to water and soap, Vinyl turned the knob of the shower and killed the water. Shivering as she stepped out of the warm water, Vinyl hurriedly toweled herself off and stepped back into her pants. Slipping one of Neon’s oversized tee shirts, she stepped out of the room and plodded barefoot down the hallway, stepping into a familiar living room. Neon, lounging on the couch, looked up with a piece of pizza halfway to his face. Seeing it, Vinyl’s stomach rumbled loudly, and she smiled awkwardly as ravaging hunger reared its head. “Help yourself,” Neon said, gesturing at a plate of more slices on the low table.

“Thanks,” Vinyl said gratefully. She sank down onto the couch beside Neon, snagging a piece of her own. Scooting closer, she leaned her head against his shoulder as she relaxed, savoring the spicy pizza.

“No problem,” he replied easily, slipping an arm around her shoulder. “You know I always take care of you.”

“Yeah, you do,” she agreed, snuggling closer. “Thanks for tonight. It was really good.”

“I’m glad,” Neon said. “You’re gonna stay the night, aren’t you?”

“Duh,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“I was just asking,” Neon defended. “I’d have walked you home if you wanted.”

“I know, but I’m fine right here.” Vinyl yawned, closing her eyes as Neon began to lightly stroke her hair.

“You really are a good girl,” he murmured.

“And you’re pretty cool too,” she answered quietly.

Quiet fell, and Neon flipped on the television, flipping through channels until something caught his eye. Soon, Vinyl was emitting quiet snores as she rested her head on his shoulder, soothed by the gentle motion of his hand running through her hair.

“Sweet dreams, Vinyl,” he whispered, smiling. “You deserve ‘em.”

Author's Note

I already have a scenario in mind for the next chapter, but if anyone has ideas, requests or suggestions you'd like to see in this story, I will consider them. I won't promise I'll write them, but I will think about them and write them if I like the sound of it.