Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey (10 page)

“Is there a chance you would ever lend me out, sir?”

“Not in the foreseeable future, my love, and if it ever comes up that I may, I’ll only do it with your permission after we have negotiated the terms.”

I was relieved, but concerned for my friend. “Have you ever lent Sunny to anyone?”

“Yes. You may want to ask him about it. Additionally, my work, as well as my contractual agreement with Mr. Scott, will take me away from you periodically, at which time I’ll leave you in Sunny’s care, not as your dom, but rather your guide. You are to abide by his wishes when I am absent. I will not tolerate you having sexual relations with Sunny or Ty at any time without my permission and presence. Do you understand?”

“Sir, I don’t wanna have sex with anyone but you,” I said.

“Nez, it’s best to be honest with yourself, and with me. You’ve gone from virgin to oversexed in a day. I advise you to expect a complete loss of control. It’s my goal to help maintain that frame of mind for you without making you a total slut.”

“Oversexed?”

“Oversexed
what
, my dear?” He took my cheeks in his palms and bent over, looking at me upside down. I felt his hard penis on the back of my neck.

“Oversexed, my lord.”

“Yes, good girl. You’re oversexed and I’ll venture to say that you would fuck anyone or anything right now. This includes having sex with yourself. No masturbation, Nez. All your pleasure belongs to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So, tomorrow when I’m at Twisted Oak, no sex with Sunny and do not touch yourself.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sunny knows this rule and he has very good self-control. He’ll report to me if you try to touch yourself.” Mr. Delacroix casually read over the document. “Nez, don’t ever underestimate Sunny’s loyalty to me.”

“Yes, my lord.” Now I was thinking of having sex with Sunny.

“Pay attention, Nezzie.”

“Yes, sir.”

“‘Overall fitness and health,’” he read from the document. “I know you’ve been through a lot physically these last few days, and in all honesty your withdrawal process isn’t complete. According to the doc, you’ve got a couple more days to go until you’re totally purged. I’m disappointed that you weren’t honest with me about the depth of your drug problems, but I understand. Not to negate its importance, but we’ll talk about honesty later. How are you feeling, by the way?”

“Well, sir, I feel pretty good. Still a little tired and my muscles are still sore in places, but overall I feel okay.”

“You still have cravings, I imagine,” he said.

“Sometimes, but when I think about how terrible those first few days of withdrawal were, I’m able to keep it in check, sir.” I hesitated. “That was the worst thing I have ever experienced, my lord. Fighting the cravings is easier than going through that again.”

“Well, the doc says you still have a couple more days to go, so don’t push yourself too hard, Nezzie, and don’t let me down.” He scanned the document. “Additionally, the doc tested you for sexually transmitted diseases and AIDS, as I had feared you’d used needles. I was pleasantly surprised to find that you were a virgin and that in his opinion you weren’t a needle user. I’m tested every six months and you will be too. Everyone in the family is, so there’s no worry of getting sick. Doc will come Tuesday morning for a follow-up checkup and at that time, you’ll discuss birth control options. The contract requires that you practice birth control. Do you agree to this responsibility?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So, in keeping with fitness and health, your fitness regimen begins Monday morning with your trainer. She knows your history, so she’ll be easy on you at first. She’ll come every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for ninety minutes. The alternative days either Sunny or I will accompany you on walks. Hopefully, you’ll be joining me on my morning runs soon,” he smiled. “I’d love that.”

The contract agreement went on to cover the issues of oral sex, anal sex, and sex toys, all of which I agreed to. I wanted more sex, but truthfully, I wanted it most with him.

“I initiate all sexual activity, Nez. I have no doubt that you will be satisfied with the amount of sex you receive. It is my responsibility to keep you satiated and in that, I assure you, I will excel. You’ll have no need for more than I choose to give you. If it so happens that I choose to cut you off for whatever reason, you will accept it as your fate. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“‘Apparatus,’” he read. “Do you know what that means?”

“No, sir.”

“From time to time, you’ll be bound, gagged, and tied to apparatus including bedposts, furniture, benches, pulleys, and other equipment to help you maintain sexual positions per my request. Additionally, on occasion, such apparatus may be used in punishment scenarios. However, sometimes apparatus aren’t used. In that case, don’t move once I position you whether or not you’re being punished. I place you in a position for a reason and it is not yours to change. Do you understand?”

“I think so, sir, but I’m unclear on the whole punishment thing.”

“First, do you agree to the use of apparatus?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t overthink punishment. Put your role-play hat on and remember that ‘punishment’ isn’t really punishment; it’s just a name we use for small but powerful corrective measures to promote mutual pleasure. It never hurts more than is good. There’ll come a time when you actually ask to be punished. No need to fear it.”

“Is it like when you hit me with the riding crop?”

He glared at me with his blue laser eyes.

I swallowed hard. “My lord?”

“Yes, but better. For example, punishment may not always be physical. I may decide not to fuck you for a while as punishment. Punishment is for your own good.”

“Okay, my lord. I’ll agree.” I swallowed hard.

He squeezed my shoulder in encouragement. “Just know, Nezzie, that I have faith in you. I know you have it in you to please me. You’ve got a lot of human potential. All you need to do is please me. Listen to my instruction and know that what I do, I do for you as well as for me. We’re in this together. One last thing that’s important for you not to forget, so I’ll repeat it.”

He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand. I felt the pressure from his strong thumb and fingers underneath each of my ears. Arousal, fear, confusion, and curiosity flooded my brain in a chemical wave of emotion. I felt light-headed, euphoric, and acutely aware of every detail that surrounded me, reminiscent of the first time I tried cocaine. His voice beckoned, my cocaine craving disappeared, and my legs opened.

“I initiate all of our sexual escapades. I call the shots. I say when, how, who, and why we fuck, not you. That responsibility is all on me. I’ll push you, but I won’t do anything I haven’t done or that I don’t feel comfortable with when it comes to you. I trust you to let me know when things aren’t good for you, and you have to trust that I know your limits. It isn’t my intention to hurt you physically or mentally. I want to see you grow.”

He leaned back on the sofa cushions and his hand fell to his side. My head lolled as I steadied myself.

“This is the nature of the contract. While it may not be legally binding, it is deeply physical and psychological for both of us.” He leaned in and placed his hands on my shoulders again. I looked into his blue eyes as he spoke. “I know this might feel like a game to you and in some ways it is, with the role-play and all, but for me, it isn’t a game. It’s a way of life. It’s how I live, how I have lived most of my life.”

He positioned himself on the sofa so that we could look at one another more easily. “Nez, I guess what I want to say before you sign is don’t take this lightly. It’s real. As you rise to my expectations, you will know pleasure unlike you have ever had. But think about it. Do you understand what I have said to you? Do you need more time?” He flipped through the eight-page document.

“No, sir. I’ll sign.” My voice went to a low whisper. “But I have one more question.”

“Ask anything. There are no secrets here.”

“My lord, why me?”

He turned me around to look me in the eyes; those brilliant blue beacons pulled me in. “I knew from the instant I saw you on the balcony that you were a gift.” A tear welled up and slowly ran down his cheek. “I saw you just as I was coming out from Pirates Alley. I almost couldn’t breathe.”

“You saw me from way over there?”

“Yes, my love, and I knew that finally I had a reason to come home.” The silence was punctuated by the sound of the gas fireplace and our breathing.

“My lord, I want to show you love. I think I’m ready to learn.”

Mr. Delacroix handed me a pen and I noticed his hands were trembling. “Sign here with your real name and then here is where you sign as Nez.”

“Do I use my last name, sir?”

“No, love, for now, you’re just Nez.” He bent and kissed the top of my head. “I hope later we’ll talk about your last name.”

My heart skipped a beat. For someone who said he wanted to go slow, Mr. Delacroix was going very fast. I signed and handed him the pen.

“Congratulations, my love! Welcome to the family. You’ve just made my every dream come true.”

“Thank you, sir, it’s my pleasure.”

“The best part is that it’s my pleasure too. Stand up now with your back toward me.”

I followed his command without hesitation and my heart raced. My first official command from my dominant.

“Your ass is so perfect.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

“Bend over and grab your ankles.”

I did as told. His tongue licked my anus, then around the edge and inside. My labia pulsated and my clit was standing at attention when he inserted the butt plug to its full length and breadth. It hurt, and I was happy that I’d picked out a small one.

“Stand up now, Nez, and spread your legs.”

Doing so made the plug move slightly deeper.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Remember the safe words.”

“I’m a little shaky, sir, but I’m okay.”

“Do you need to sit down?”

The idea of sitting down with that butt plug in gave me a start, but my legs began to shake again and I feared I would collapse. “Yes, please, sir.”

His hand rubbed my buttocks, left and right and left and right, and then he spanked me.

“I love it when you beg.” He tickled my ass with his hand rubbing lightly in circles; another spank, this time in an upwards direction that made my anus pucker around the butt plug.

“Should I make you come like this, Nez?”

I wanted him to fuck me, but I was enjoying this painful pleasure too much. “Yes, my lord.”

“I’ll keep doing this and I want you to beg me to fuck you.”

“Yes, sir.”

His hands rubbed, tickled, spanked, and played with the handle on the butt plug. I was about to beg when he stopped.

“You okay?”

“Yes, my lord.”

He pinched my clit. “Beg for it.”

“Please, my lord, please fuck me.”

“Not yet.”

“Oh please.” My voice was low and hoarse. “Fuck me, my lord. Please.” Tears came to my eyes; my hips moved involuntarily. “My lord, please! I beg you, please!”

With that, he took my hips in his hands and pulled me down hard on his erect penis. His hands moved to my neck and he lifted me up and down like a rag doll. I could feel the butt plug against the head of his penis through the thin membrane of my perineum. He grunted every time I came down on him. My body shuddered when he pressed me down hard, his cock so deep it hurt.

I was forever changed.

Rain was hitting the windowpanes and thunder rolled across the sky. Gray light shone through the cracks in the shutters. Mr. Delacroix was asleep next to me with his leg across my torso and his hand on my breast. I could feel his breath on my neck and I felt warm and secure. Lightning and then thunder, closer now. I closed my eyes. Did I finally have a chance at the finest life?

A distant whisper: “Nez.” A closer whisper: “Nez.” Louder: “Nez.” The whisper penetrated my sleep, his luscious mouth on my breast.

“Oh, Mr. Delacroix,” I said.

“Nezzie, baby, I wanna stay here like this with you all day.” He buried his face between my breasts.

“Then stay, my lord.”

“I wish I could.” He pushed himself up, rolled over, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“What if I begged you to stay, my lord?”

“Oh, you little bitch.” He smiled as he looked at me over his shoulder. “You’re gonna make this difficult for me, aren’t you?”

“Please, my lord, stay,” I begged. “Please, sir. I’ll be so lonely without you.” I tossed the blankets off me to expose my sprawled bare body. “Na-na, as much as it pains me . . .”

I rolled over and kissed the head of his penis. He took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so that I could see in his eyes.

“Nez, don’t interrupt and don’t initiate. I thought I was clear on that. I explained my contractual duties to you last night as well. I have to go to the roast. Mr. Scott expects me.”

I lay back, disappointed.

“Nez, think of it this way. If it was me expecting you, would you just not show?”

I pouted like an insolent child.

“Nezzie, are you asking to be punished or are you really this selfish?”

I was silent and looked away.

“Why are you putting me in this situation after I explained the agreements?” His eyes turned the color of gunmetal. “Do I have to put you over my knee before I go, and show you real punishment?”

I looked away, partly because I was being stubborn and partly because I was terrified. His eyes were frightening. In an instant, I was over his left knee with his right leg pinning both my legs to the bed.

“Hands over your head, Nez.”

Instinctively they went up. Instantly they were bound with a necktie.

“You know damned well I have obligations.” He brought the new ball gag over my head and tied it tight. It depressed my tongue and made me gag. “Don’t start something without my permission that you aren’t ready for.”

His hand caressed my backside in that familiar circular pattern and I began to get aroused. This time, he hit me very hard on the left cheek, straight on. He did the same on my right side but harder. I wanted to cry, but I would not give him the satisfaction, so he did it again. A wave of fear traveled through my mind as I flashed on the beatings my mother suffered. I knew he would leave a mark, but I would not cry. He turned me over, threw me on the bed, and tied my ankles together with a leather belt. He bound my tied hands to the headboard. I tried to kick, but he blocked me and slapped my breasts hard. He slapped until they were bright pink and I sobbed. I worked to erase the image of my mother from my mind and remembered the safe words. I could make him stop at any moment. I still had power.

“Accept your punishment and open your legs.” I followed his command, spreading my knees out from bound ankles. “Don’t you dare move a muscle.” He went into the bathroom and started his shower. I closed my eyes and relished the burning on my ass and my breasts.

The rain fell and the air felt good on my exposed genitals. I had experienced my first punishment and I was okay. I contemplated my behavior. I could not explain my own actions. I had never been tied up before and I hated it, the helpless feeling of having no control, but at the same time, I was hyper-aroused. I pulled at the tethers. I was angry and ashamed to have allowed myself to get into such a situation, but I wanted more.

I heard Mr. Delacroix’s voice in my head.
Don’t overthink it, Nez. Don’t overthink it
. Remembering the safe words and the sound of his voice helped me feel safe. The thought of pleasing him made me wet. I gave in and stopped fighting.

“That’s better, just the way you’re intended to be.” He stood in front of me with damp, combed hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. “Are you okay?”

I nodded yes, as I could not speak. Humiliation, anger, lust, and liberation danced their way around my being. I focused on him, the center of this adrenaline rush. I loved the way it made me feel. I did not want safe words.

“Good. Now I’ll give you your first punishment fuck.”

He unbuckled my feet and released my hands from the headboard, checking to see that they were securely tied together. He flipped me over onto my stomach and dragged my feet over the bed so that my hips hinged over the side. I was terrified, especially because he was behind me and I could not see what he was doing. I closed my eyes anticipating a hard spanking, but instead he pushed my face into the bed, reached underneath me, and lifted my hips with one hand on my belly.

“On your knees,” he commanded. My bladder was full and it gave a twinge of pain. “This is better. Now I can see all of you,” he said as he ran his finger from my clit to my anus. I was surprisingly wet.

I steadied myself in this position and waited for what, I did not know, but I could hear him rip the condom package.

“Nez, you can’t come, do you understand?”

Puzzled, I nodded my head.

“If you come, I’ll be very disappointed. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

I shook my head no.

“Good girl. You’re nice and wet for me, but this will be quick and painful.”

He grabbed my hips with his hands and rammed into me as hard as he could. I grunted. He pulled completely out. My labia burned and pulsated with pleasure; the weight of my full bladder added pain to the pleasure. Again, he plunged into me. The gag diminished my scream to a grunt. He pulled out again and I pulsated with need. Two very hard thrusts and out again. I was breathing hard and knew if he did that again, I would come. I began to cry for fear of disappointing him.

He filled my anus with cool lubricant and his finger found my sphincter and pressed out in a wide circle, causing new uncomfortable pain. He set the head of his penis against the small opening and gently pushed at the door, wanting to break it in. My breath caught in horror at the thought of him thrusting into my anus as he had my vagina. I was not ready and I began to panic, when he switched back to my vagina and thrust hard three times, climaxing without me. He shoved me off abruptly and tossed me aside. He put my feet back up on the bed, picked me up, and put my head on the pillow facing him. Tears warmed my cheek.

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

I said that I was, and he went about binding me to the headboard, cinching my feet together with the belt, tighter this time.

“I’ll be back later this afternoon between three and four. Sunny’s here and he’ll tend to you after I have my breakfast.”

He was getting dressed into black pants, a white poplin shirt, and a black belt that he tickled my breast with before putting around his waist. “I bet the sound of this belt going across your tit would be fantastic.” He bent and sucked hard on my nipple. “Next time, perhaps.”

I nodded and he left the room. The rain on the window fell harder, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but my full bladder.

I looked down at my breasts, decorated with bright red handprints. I wondered what my ass looked like. I felt ashamed, but I also felt liberated. I did not want to displease Mr. Delacroix. In fact, I wanted to be the best sub he ever had; the best ever that he would never forget. To hell with the people at Twisted Oak, I would be the best whore Delacroix ever had.

I must have dozed because the next thing I knew, Sunny was running bathwater and opening shutters. Shirtless and looking like a Greek god, he reached down and took the gag off.

“Thanks,” I said through my dry throat and mouth. “I gotta piss like crazy. Untie me, please!”

He laughed aloud as I ran across the bedroom. “You must’ve done something pretty good to get this kind of punishment.”

Never in my life had going to the bathroom felt so wonderful.

“Ya know, Sunny,” I said as I came back into the bedroom, “this situation is pretty fucked up.” I rubbed my rear end and gave a little smile.

“Don’t forget, Miss Nez. It’s the only thing Mr. Delacroix knows. It all seems pretty normal to him, and to me for that matter.”

“You’ve never had a regular relationship?”

“Nez, I was only fourteen or fifteen when I came here, so no, not really. How about you? Have you ever had a relationship? You were a virgin, so what do you know? Come on,” he said as he handed me a douche and led me back to the bathroom, “use this and then hop in the tub.”

“So I guess for us, this is normal,” I said. I sat on the toilet, inserted the nozzle of the douche, and squeezed the bag. The solution smelled like roses and was ice-cold. “Damn, are you trying to freeze me out?”

He laughed. “Define normal. There is no normal.” He paused. “Speaking of not being normal, tell me what you did to deserve such a great punishment.” He turned off the tap, put the toilet seat down, and sat while I bathed.

The water was hot and burned my tender bottom and breasts, but it felt good to relax and have some space, even with Sunny there. I lay back on the terrycloth pillow and began washing my legs. Sunny handed me a razor.

“I’m here to give you some pointers. Mr. Delacroix hates hair under your arms, on your legs, and on your pussy, so we’ll have to get you shaved today.”

I looked at the razor.

“Not to worry, little girl, we’ll only use that for your legs and underarms for now, then from here on out, you’ll be waxed. You’ve got an appointment Thursday morning.”

“Damn, Sunny, doesn’t it hurt to be waxed?”

“It can, but nothing you won’t get used to.”

“I suppose,” I said as I looked at my pink breasts. “Is my ass as red as my tits?”

“More so,” he said as he sat back on the toilet. “So did you get a punishment fuck, too? Are you in much pain?”

“Yeah,” I said wistfully.

“Pretty hot, isn’t it?”

I shaved my legs and armpits slowly. “Tell me about collaring.”

“Well, for most it means your relationship is exclusive per your agreement. Usually when a sub is collared, they can be sure their dom isn’t fucking other people or having other subs—unless, of course, the particular agreement specifies. You get a collar, too.”

“Seriously?”

“A collar from Mr. Delacroix is one step below having a ring on your finger.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Marriage?”

“Don’t overthink it, but once he sets his mind to something, it’s rare he doesn’t get his way. He’s persistent when he sets a goal.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Sounds weird, but collaring is basically a psychological thing; coming closer with emotions once you’ve broken through some physical limits.”

“Mr. Delacroix collared you, right?”

“Yep, when I was eighteen, and I wore the collar until I was about twenty-one, when it was time to break it.”

“Why? What happened?”

“It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? I’m gay and he isn’t. Collaring was about as far as we could take it. Mr. Delacroix wants to marry and have children. Clearly I am not the one to provide him that dream.” Sunny smiled with a hint of sadness. “So when we broke the collar, I decided to stay on and continue being his sub while he searched for his dream girl.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, sensing that this had been a traumatic breakup.

“Na-na, no need to be sorry, I was ready. He taught me more than anyone could have and he provided the opportunity for me to develop self-respect and discipline. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without him and his hard lessons. I love him and I always will, but our relationship’s more like mentor and protégé at this point. He has my back and I have his. Collaring, if done well, creates the closest trust between two people next to marriage or blood relation. It was the best thing to happen to me. Having gone through it and broken it, I have power and freedom now that I didn’t have before. The bar was part of my release settlement. That way I can maintain a decent lifestyle if I decide to get totally out or if Mr. Delacroix should move on.”

“Move on?”

“Eventually he’ll marry and move back out to Twisted Oak. That’s the general plan, anyway, and it’s okay because I need to find my own way. But for right now, I’m happy where I am and so is he.” He paused and added, “I hope you are.”

“I am, but I can’t figure him out. He’s nothing like I thought he was at first, and you’re right, I’ve never been in a real relationship before. All I have to go on is what I know, which isn’t much considering my lessons came from watching my mother. She . . .” I paused. “Her husband is abusive and I worry sometimes that this might be the same kind of thing.”

“I’d try not to look back if I were you. Your relationship with Mr. Delacroix is nothing like the relationship between your mother and stepfather. Mr. Delacroix isn’t abusive. If you feel this way, you might need to rethink things. You were punished this morning. Do you feel abused?”

I thought about Sunny’s question. “No, actually, I don’t feel abused at all. For some odd reason, I feel appreciated. I can’t tell you why though.”

“You are appreciated. Trust me.”

I thought about the five grand in my backpack and figured now was a good time to tell Sunny.

“Sunny, now that I’m thinking clearly there’s something I have to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Not sure how to say it, so I’m just going to say it. There’s five grand in the lining of my backpack. It doesn’t really belong to me.”

“Damn, girl, whose is it?”

“It’s money from a front I was involved in,” I said as I rinsed my hair. “I stole it.”

“Fuck, cher, someone’s pissed off at you.”

“Yeah, I know, and he’s not a nice guy, either.”

“No doubt. Does he have resources to track you down?” His concern seemed genuine.

“Probably. I mean, wouldn’t you have resources to track someone down who took five grand from you? I know I would.”