Ischade Returns

The three parts of this story have been written for (and at the
request of!) a great friend and confidant, who can challenge and
surprise me like no-one else I know. The scene they describe follows
on from a conversation that we weren't able to complete a few weeks
ago. At the time She asked me to write something for Her and suggested
that I post it here for everyone's enjoyment. So here you go...I hope
it brings you at least a little of the pleasure I had writing it, and
that I think She's had reading it installment by installment!

Please drop me an email with any comments or reactions. I'll
reply...promise!

Ischade returns: Part 1

I can hear her returning - Her footsteps coming ever closer, quiet yet
assured behind me. I can't and don't try to look back knowing the
shackles still hold me fast by wrist, thigh and collar to the low
bench. I sense Her draw beside me and rest my head to one side. It's
only been a few minutes but the sight of Her again brings a gentle
smile to my mouth, still sore from where She took Her pleasure. Her
long hair falls as beautifully as it always does about Her face and
down Her back. She crouches beside me and runs Her fingers run through
my hair. Leaning over me so close that Her lips touch my ear, She
whispers my name. Surely She can smell Her scent still on my breath as
I whisper Hers back in contented reply.

She straddles me and sits in the small of my back, massaging my
shoulders and neck to ease the stiffness from them. Her cheeks press
against mine as her hands work away the strains in my body.

"My sweet boy..." She whispers and then rhetorically asks, "Is your
little tongue tired, slave?"

Her movements become stronger, as if now seeking and drawing an answer
from me. "Is this body mine?"

"Yes, my Lover," I hear myself murmur.

"My sweet toy..." Her hands are kneading through me, Her increasing
strength making me shiver and reawakening my desire for Her.

"You like it when I rake my nails across your skin, don't you?" Her
voice is louder again. Each rolled 'R' leaving red trails across my
back and making me arch against my bonds, head craning up. She draws
each response expertly and meets them together with the words, "You
slut!"

I wince with the sudden sting as she brings Her hand down sharply on
my ass. I whimper as her nails dig into and grip my flesh. "Oh I love
that sound, don't you?" I wonder which She means as Her hand comes
down again, burning my ass. "Hmmm...?" And then a quick succession of
blows, each one harder than the last and punctuated by a question
"Yes? Slut? Tell me...?"

I yelp and cry out, "Yes my Lover, You adore it...please..." I'm
surprised by the sudden loudness and certainty in my voice in the
quiet room.

"There...you are such a whore for me..." She knows me too well. Where
my body leapt to Her touch, my cock now jumps at that word. She knows
it, She can feel it even through my back. "Are you squirming for me?"
She's giggling now and feigning surprise, "Are you hard because I hit
you!?" She shifts Her weight, rubbing Her crotch against me. She leans
back and grabs my cock from between my legs. "Oh, you little shit, you
are too!"

"Tell me whose this is huh?" She's suddenly serious, gripping it hard,
pulling it backwards between my legs, Her fingers wrapped round tight
almost as if to choke it. "Tell me," She commands.

"You know it's Yours, my Angel."

"Then it may fuck My hand..." I rock my hips beneath Her, my cock
starting to drool as it pistons slowly and awkwardly in Her grip. She
rides me, Her crotch pressed as firmly onto my back as it was to my
face.

"Stop!" And then seductively, "Remind me, whore...what do I love?"

"You love hearing my pain."

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I find myself crying out
again. She's digging Her nails into my cock. "Tell me again, you
fucking whore!"

Her grip tightens and the words catch in my throat with the pain She's
gifting me. "You want me to scream for You."

"You want me to hurt you more my little fuck toy?" She laughs.

"Yessssss, anything my Lover."

"What do I want?" Her grip tightens again. And I yelp, "You want to me
to cry."

"What do you want?"

"Hurt me please...make me scream pleeeeasseee!" She suddenly lets go
of my cock. Swinging Herself off me and moving quickly, She picks up
Her favourite gag.

"Open."

I obediently do as She says, too in awe and desirous to think of not
following Her instruction. She places the bit between my teeth and
straps it tight around my head. Decisively, She kneels infront of me,
holding my chin in one hand, pulling my head upwards to meet Her gaze.
She shows me the paddle.

"Is this what I want?" She asks. I can only nod my submission. Holding
my gaze, "Scream for me all you want, slut." She spits in my face but
I can't stop smiling at Her. My head drops back to the bench as She
stands and moves behind me. She deftly winds and fastens a leather
strap around the empty skin of my scrotum, pulling it tight and
drawing my balls away from my body.

I hear the first strike of the paddle on my ass before I feel it. The
sharp slap of the wood against my skin pre-empting the burn and sting.
Tears fill my eyes as Her blows rain down. Sucking in air between
strikes, my whole body jumping in rhythm at each contact. I imagine
Her face concentrated and smiling, and the flex of Her arm as She
brings down the paddle. I'm imagining Her growing delight as She hears
me cry out. My body jolts with fire and I'm screaming out Her name in
love from behind the gag into the room for Her.

I'm alive...

The blows cease as suddenly as they began and She moves back in front
of me again. I can hear myself gasping in great lungfuls of air around
the gag. My body is shuddering, but the tears of pain turn into joy as
She cradles my head in Her arms, planting soft kisses on my forehead,
kissing away the tears.

Ischade returns: Part 2

Leaning across my body, She gently unties each cuff that holds me face
down to the bench. "Roll over darling and bring your thighs to your
chest." She takes my wrists as I follow Her instruction, and shackles
them together behind my knees so that I cannot lower my legs. I know
She has framed my cock between my thighs, I can feel it laying still
hard against my stomach. There's a dull ache in my body but my ass
squirms in the air for attention, shining as red from the paddle as my
balls do in their bondage. I love Her to exhibit me like this, held
immobile as the slut I am for Her - cheeks pulled apart and every inch
of my crotch and ass exposed.

She sits straddling the bench, Her fingernails raking desirously up
and down the backs of my thighs. God, how I need Her. I'm willing Her
to know it, staring up at Her wide-eyed as Her gaze follows Her hands
on me. One settles flat against my ass, pulling my cheeks tight apart.
My whole attention jumps between Her face and the almost imperceptible
caress of a single finger as it traces the crack between them. Back
and forward across the hole in my body that She loves, teasing and
greasing it, the lube She's using, slick between our skins.

Satisfied perhaps, She raises Her right hand suddenly as if to hit me
again. My body tenses, cringing, my whole experience lived through the
intensity on Her face. Purposefully, She stands up off the bench to
lean over me, Her eyes unblinking and on fire. She slowly brings Her
hand in front of Her face, little finger and ring finger bending to
Her palm, thumb outstretched like the hammer of a pistol, two fingers
pointing at me. A laviscious smile creeps into the corners of Her
mouth, our eyes and desire for each other locked together. My heart
racing in my chest, She makes as if to shoot me...I shudder, my eyes
closing.

"Whores are so predictable..."

My body jolts as I feel Her two fingers suddenly press against my
asshole. Her eyebrows raise but before I can understand what
reassurance She wants, She pushes them into me. One long unrelenting
movement until Her knuckles rest against my crack, the effort showing
in Her face as She stretches my fuckhole open. One long moan as my
teeth clench around the bit in my mouth, eyes as wide again as my cunt
is filled full. She starts to fuck me with Her hand, my body crying
out for it as Her fingers enter me again and again in a solemn rhythm.

"What a hot little bitch you are, huh?"

My body moves and dances with Her, my cock drooling pre-cum across my
stomach. My fuckhole loosening to Her so She can rotate Her wrist and
therefore Her fingers as she pushes into me.

"My whore..."

Her speed changes, She's fucking me faster and faster. Too fast and
rough for me to grind back onto Her hand, my groans and Her cries of
delight fill the air, My body held taut against Her ravaging fingers.
Her hair falls about Her face with the effort...that delicious smile
of Hers. Can She hear my scream from beneath the gag? 'Fuck me
pleeeassee! Don't stopppp!'

But She's slowing, beads of perspiration on Her forehead, sweat on
mine. Her fingers splitting my ass slow enough now for my body again
to push back involuntarily but greedily onto Her hand.

"Stay still," She rebukes me while removing Her fingers. She picks up
Her long butt-plug, holding it by its neck, just below its widest
point. She places its tip against my well-greased and empty hole.

"Hold your breath fucktoy."

I gasp a breath and do as She asks, my eyes never leaving Hers. With a
strength greater than that with which She jammed Her fingers into me,
now in one concentrated movement, She slides the plug deep into my
bowels. Her eyes never leave mine as She stretches my fuckhole wide. I
find my throat locked shut, my eyes and mouth gaping as openly as my
hole is being made to. I yield to Her.

The plug is all the way inside now, I can feel Her fist resting
against my crack, Her grip on the plug preventing it from entering me
fully. It's as rigid and unyielding inside of me as Her will.

She's imperious, the overhead light only serves to accentuate Her
poise as it silhouettes Her darkened face, Her eyes shine in delight
and my heart melts with love for my beautiful Angel. But my lungs burn
without air, I can feel my face as flush with blood as my dick, I can
hear my ears ringing and straining for Her words. She takes my cock in
Her other hand, lazily stroking it up and down...once, twice...its
engorged weight heavy against Her palm. She smooths my pre-cum across
its head with a delicate finger...once, twice...and then She slowly
wanks me again....once, twice...pulling my foreskin hard back each
time...

"You may breathe," and I exhale.

The sound of my every emotion is suddenly echoing around the room in
my desperate out-breaths and gasps for air. She's watching me intently
and using the rhythm of my breath to fuck me with the plug. She's
fucking my ass and I'm crying for Her in pleasure and as the whore
that She's made me, the whore that I've willingly become. Is She
making me breathe or, to breathe, do I need to be fucked? The question
is written across Her face as She smiles lasciviously down on me.

Her hand leaves my cock and her fingers and thumb circle round the
strap that ties off my balls. She laughs at the sudden desperation on
my face and increases the speed at which She's jamming the plug into
me, my breathing and groans echoing and matching Her every movement.

"You greedy bitch! You like it hard huh?"

She's holding tight around my balls as leverage to slam into my wet
cunt, Her fist punching me with each stroke.

"How hard do you want it slut?"

She's moving now like an Angel possessed, splitting my ass, my body
leaping with Hers as She rapes me.

"This hard?"

Her movements are as vicious as mine are desperate beneath Her, She's
screaming out in effort, Her words whistling between Her clenched
teeth. I can only scream back my 'yes', balls aching as they are
pulled from my body.

I'm alive...

"Be still!" She says suddenly stopping her movement, burying and
holding the plug still and deep inside me. Her breathing is ragged too
from the effort. But I can't be still, I need Her possession so much,
I am nothing without Her touch on and inside of me. My body's
shuddering for it. She removes Her hand from my balls and with the
flat of Her palm swats them so that they bounce in their leash.

"What did I say?"

Her sternness does make me freeze, but, as She starts drawing the plug
out, I can't help it, She has my body completely and as it opens to
Her, it moves with Her. She holds the tip just inside my cunt but I
can't stop myself reaching for it.

"Okay slut...!"

My soul sinks as I hear the disappointment in Her voice. My apologies
and pleas are muffled to incomprehensibility by the gag that still
fills my mouth. She roughly jams the plug all the way into my cunt,
past it's widest point now so that my ass can't expel it. She lets go
and sits back, flicking Her hair behind Her ears as She regains Her
breath. I crane my head upwards, wanting to show Her how much I am
Hers. She leans back decadently on Her outstretched arms, Her soft
breasts falling either side of Her slowly heaving chest. She raises a
shapely leg, Her foot hovering above my balls.

"Do I need to remind you whore?"

If she was wearing glasses, She'd be talking over the top of them to
me now. I shake my head 'no' but moving Her knee, She severs my line
of sight to Her.

"I can't hear you...you think it's that easy?"

I shout out my muffled 'please...' again as loudly and clearly as I
can, willing Her to know She can do anything to me to, to make up for
my body's greediness. But for what my efforts are worth, I know She
cannot discern my words. All I can do is watch Her heel slowly lower
and press onto my balls. My pleading turns into groans of discomfort
as She increases the pressure.

She's laughing and asking again, "I don't really need to remind you,
do I?" She flexes Her leg sharply sending an incapacitating wave of
pain tearing through my body. In reflex, my legs jam shut. My back
arches so that my forehead meets my knees, arms holding tight to the
backs of my thighs, eyes screwed closed. My body locks rigid to the
pain that She's inflicted and gifted me. My whole body clenches around
the plug buried in my wet cunt. Time stands still to the flow of
sensation. Several minutes must pass before both our breathings start
to return to normal...and I can move again.

Ischade returns: Part 3

Tenderly now, She removes the plug and unties my wrists. She motions
for me to remain lying and to place my feet flat on the floor either
side of the bench. As I move obediently, She catches and quickly
refastens my wrists together infront of me, carefully judging the
slack between them. She towers over me, Her breasts swinging
seductively as She moves, occasionally flicking Her hair back behind
Her ears as it falls infront of Her face. Her arms raise together each
time, Her femininity dwarfing and humbling me in my contentment and
unquestioning compliance.

Crouching beside me, She runs Her hand lovingly around my collar,
across my chest and down across my stomach. I watch Her watching Her
hand caress me. She smiles and places soft, lingering kisses on my
forehead and across my cheeks. She looks back, reaching for the plug
once more and picking it up, holding it firmly by its neck as if it
were a knife She was going to stab me with. She holds it narrow-end
down towards my face, it glistens with lube and the juices from my own
wet cunt. With studied attention, She re-draws my face's features with
its tip...eyes, nose, eyebrows, leaving wet snail tracks on my skin.
She's marking me with the exciting and repulsively whorish smell of my
own desire.

As She finishes and as though thinking aloud, almost absently, She
asks, "My fucktoy won't close his mouth if I take off the gag, will
he?" Her quiet words bring me from my reverie.

She turns Her head addressing me directly, "Will you?" She looks deep
into my eyes that She knows have never left Her. I shake my head 'no'.
Cradling the back of my neck in Her hand, She unbuckles the straps and
removes the bit from my mouth. She lets it drop to the floor beside
us, before lowering my head back to rest on the soft covering of the
bench.

She stoops to kiss my lips, Her tongue darting across my lips and into
my mouth. Her hair falls about us, our faces so close that our breaths
mingle once more. I'm floating beneath Her gentle kisses, my body
feels as though it's dissolving and flowing off the bench. As much as
I want to kiss Her back, to hold Her, for Her to feel the soft
submissive yield of my lips and to give in to my own desire, I hold my
mouth passively and obediently wide. Her eyes challenge me to dare to
disobey Her instruction.

"See, you can help yourself when you know the consequences," She wryly
tells me. "And now, a treat for my own special fucktoy..."

With one hand on either of side of my face, She pulls my open mouth to
Hers roughly, kissing me passionately, biting my lips as though eating
from a soft fruit. Crying out languidly and crouching back beside me,
She places the still slightly slippery plug to my lips. After bathing
in Her warmth, I'm suddenly aware of how cool and inanimate the toy
is. She slowly traces it around the outline of my mouth, teasing me
with the remainders of my own taste.

"Now you may suck it clean, slut," She instructs.

I have to raise my head from the bench to reach, to take it into my
mouth fully, to cleanse it and as She knows, re-intoxicate myself with
my own desire. I crane my neck up and forward, feeling my face
reddening with the effort or with the shame, I don't know, of sucking
the juices from my own ass. She's looking down, smiling wickedly at my
exertion to obey Her.

"Come on whore, blow it..."

I start to slide my mouth as fast as I can on and off the plug, my
slut mouth overflowing with my own stinking smell, the width of the
plug and the angle of my neck making it difficult to breathe properly.

"Use your tongue...!" She cries at me. I'm trying as best I can, but
She can feel me tiring almost before I do. Quickly She moves, placing
a hand on my forehead to hold my head still to the bench. Leaning Her
weight on me with one hand, the other grasping tight around the plug,
She face fucks me with the plug. Sliding it in and out of my mouth,
stretching my jaw as open as She did my ass. My mouth drools around it
as eagerly as my cunt did.

"You sweet cocksucker!" She hisses at me. She's laughing so freely
that my heart melts for Her.

Holding the plug still in my mouth, She spits shotgun-style across my
face as the cheekiest grin I've ever seen Her wear crosses Hers.

"Don't drop my precious toy now!" She lets go of it and stands. "Kneel
on the floor bitch and face Me."

Slipping quickly from the bench, I sit back on my haunches, knees
apart. My body, my cock points to Her, to my Lover, to my Angel. My
balls ache for release, still hanging tight in their bondage. My ass
is raw, my mouth still full of the toy She raped both holes with. As
She moves to sit leisurely on the bench, my body turns almost
magnetically to follow.

"Come closer," She says, raising a beckoning arm.

I shuffle forward until I am kneeling between Her legs, the smell of
Her arousal alluring and intoxicating me. I nuzzle my face to Her hand
as Her fingers run back through my hair. She cups my cheek and removes
the plug from my mouth. She smiles down, a long happy smile that I
must reflect back because Her expression deepens, eyes quizically
sparkling.

"Did you know your mouth is still open, slut?" I blush and shake my
head 'no'. "You may close it now," She laughs. Holding out the plug
like a torch, She hands me a condom.

"Put this on for me, will you?" I quickly tear open the foil and slide
it over the toy, finger and thumb unravelling it down its length.