Warmup that turned out not to be a warmup

In the Dungeon at Roissy: Part One

Old, fat Cyril continued to bite and suck at Zoe’s sex as she gave way to a crushing orgasm. From beneath Axel’s kiss, she murmured. “Please! Please! I cannot come anymore! Please!” Only when Axel said, “Enough,” did the old man withdraw his leech-like lips from Zoe’s nether lips, but he still held her knees apart, revealing her open, wet sex. Zoe looked up into her lover’s eyes, but never released her grip on Axel’s member, and with profound shame as she thought to herself, “Here this old fat lecher has made me come like never before. Not at all like I used to come with Bayu or when Axel takes me.” And to her lover, she whispered, “Axel, my darling, I am so sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry. It’s only you that I love. You know that don’t you. Don’t you, my Love?”

And as old Cyril got up from his knees, Axel laughed and said, “Of course, I do. I enjoy watching your face as you reach pleasure. Especially pleasure from another while knowing that it’s me that you love.” He paused and then continued, “And you would do anything for me because you love me. Correct?”

Zoe responded, “Yes. Anything. I would do anything for you.”

Axel continued, “Do whatever I say because you love me. Bear any burden.”

“Yes. Anything,” said Zoe, her hand still griping Axel’s erect member.

“Undergo torture if it pleased me? Chained to that column and whipped?” said Axel gesturing to the single upright wooden column about two and a half meters tall that was set in the center of the vestibule and had been carved so that it resembled a man’s erect penis.

Axel felt Zoe’s body stiffen. She didn’t answer.

“Well, answer me, my love,” he said.

Zoe hesitated before saying, “I am here at Roissy, aren’t I? Doesn’t that answer your question?”

“But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say, ‘Punish me for coming with another man. Whip me. Chain me to the column and whip me, so that I may prove my love for you.’ I want to hear you ask for that.”

Zoe again hesitated, but finally said, “I want to be punished for coming at the hands of another. Whip me. I deserve it.” And perhaps on some level, Zoe was telling the truth. Perhaps she saw this punishment as a way of expiating her sin. Her sin of loving Axel but finding pleasure with another. And as she said this, she felt Axel’s member, still firmly in her grip, throb and grow even harder.

Axel said, “Darling, you will be punished. But first I want you to get on your knees and caress me with your mouth.”

Zoe got up from Axel’s lap and knelt on the floor in front of him. As she did so, he said, “Remember that I love you.” Zoe brought his member to her mouth, murmuring, “I love you. I love you.” She took the length of it, swirling her tongue around its tip and gently sucking while her hands worked it. Axel said, “Yes. Yes. You’ll be whipped. Chained and whipped. And suffer. Suffer for me. Because you love me. And the power I have over you.”

And Zoe thought, “Yes. I’ll suffer because I love you. I’ll suffer because it pleases you. Because I love you.” And these thoughts were in her head as Axel discharged in her mouth.