BDSM Bedtime Stories Season Two Episode Two: Jane Davitt
We have a treat for you today! Jane Davitt wrote a free story titled "Sir". It's a delicious hot story. When read by Sirly Eric, my panties became quite moist. To read the story, it's located here. You must be 18+ to read it.
As a second treat, we provide an interview with Sir.
As a second treat, we provide an interview with Sir.
BookAddict: Thank you for agreeing to this
interview, uh, Sir.
Martin: No problem. The bookstore is always quiet on a Tuesday. And
you don't have to call me 'Sir'.
BookAddict: I don't? I'm sorry, I thought
that is how you'd like – but of course it's up to you. So how do you prefer to
be addressed?
Martin: Unless you're planning to do the interview naked and on your
knees – if you shake your head that hard, you'll rattle your brains. Enough. I
get the message. Use my name. Martin, remember?
BookAddict: Yeah. Martin is oddly
appropriate, isn't it? *squirms in the chair*
Martin: How so?
BookAddict: Add 'et' to the end and you get
'martinet'. A strict disciplinarian. A person who stresses a rigid adherence to
the details of forms and methods.
Martin: Dictionary
definitions tripping off your tongue…you looked that up earlier, didn't you,
little girl?
BookAddict: Guilty as charged. And if I don't
get to call you 'Sir', you don't get to call me 'girl'. *Juts out bottom
lip*
Martin: Fair enough. That
still leaves a boy in the room and you've been careful not to look at him much
since you walked in. Shy? Embarrassed?
BookAddict: N-No. I am hoping to get his
input – with your permission, of course – but I didn't expect him to be…well,
he can't say much, can he? Not with that thing in his mouth.
Martin: Cock gag. Fills his
mouth nicely. Bet your jaw's aching now, huh, boy? Yeah, I know it is. Don't
try to answer. You're already drooling plenty.
BookAddict: Why is he being punished?
Martin: First thing to get
straight is he's not.
BookAddict: Not? But the gag and those
clamps on his…and he's got…in his ass… *flushes red*
Martin: Are you blushing?
Really? Cute. He's wearing clover clamps and riding a butt plug because I like
seeing him dressed up. And if I'm enjoying seeing him suffer more than usual
because he didn't make me happy last night by refusing me something I wanted,
well, that's between us. But this isn't punishment. This is fun. For me and for
him. Hear him moan when I tug on the clamp chain? See how hard his cock is? He
loves being like this. He's a slut for the pain, trust me.
BookAddict: I can see that's he's aroused,
but with that uh, device on his cock, it's got to be painful to have an
erection.
Martin: He won't be coming
any time soon, that's for sure. But his dick's like rock. That tell you what
you need to know about him?
BookAddict: It tells me plenty about
you since you're the one who put it on him.
Martin: Is that so? *Cocks left
eyebrow*
BookAddict: Uh, maybe we should move
on. I have a list of questions…
Martin: Can't promise I'll
answer them all, but ask away.
BookAddict: Thanks. How did you and
your submissive meet? Online? A leather bar?
Martin: In a library.
BookAddict: Oh. That's different. *blink blink*
Martin: He bumped into me.
Knocked the books out of my arms, and went to his knees to pick them up. Knew I
wanted him, just wasn't sure it was a good idea.
BookAddict: Why not? You seem ideally
suited.
Martin: True enough, but the
sub before him…let's just say it didn't end well. Boy, if you can't kneel
without fidgeting, the butt plug comes out and goes back in covered with ginger
oil. Then you won't have any choice about wriggling and we'll see how long you
can stand it before you're begging for mercy.
BookAddict: Ginger? Like figging? *squirms hard in
chair* He didn't move
much and that position has to be difficult to maintain.
Martin: So you've been
watching him? Guess the shyness wore off. He's allowed to stand and walk around
if his legs are cramping. What he's not allowed to do is fidget to get my
attention because I mentioned his predecessor and he knows it.
BookAddict: Just out of curiosity, if
you carry out your threat, how could he beg? I mean, he's gagged.
Martin: If you think he needs
to be able to talk to tell me something I need to know, you're wrong.
BookAddict: That argues for a strong
connection between you. Empathy. A deep knowledge—
Martin: Yeah, yeah. I'm a
fucking mind reader. Want me to tell you what number you're thinking of? It's
not like that. I work damn hard at knowing my boy, every twitch, every whimper,
and after a year I still screw up from time to time. Any Dom who says he
doesn't is a liar. But seeing when he's reached his limit is a no-brainer. Even
you could do it.
BookAddict: Me? Oh, I don't think so.
Martin: No? So I coat that
plug nice and thick and shove it in his ass. Count to three and he's warming
up. Count to ten and it's like a red-hot poker. He's squirming, tensing up,
making these garbled sounds that any fool could translate. "Please. Hurts.
Burns. Oh God, Sir, take it out, please, I'm sorry, I'll do better, I swear it,
yadda-yadda." And it's bullshit. He knows it; I know it. So the plug stays
in. Then the tears start. He thinks he's tough, but he won't be able to help
himself. So fucking sweet, every tear. Love seeing them trickle down his face,
over all that blushing skin. He hates crying. Thinks it's a sign of weakness
not submission.
BookAddict: Aren’t they pretty much the
same thing?
Martin: Now we both know you
don't believe that crap, so you can forget about me answering that one. *Folds arm across
his chest*
BookAddict: I'm sorry. It's a valid
question though – for some people. Not me. They'd see your boy as the dependent
one in your relationship - the needy one. And yeah, the weaker one.
Martin: If I clamp their
nipples they'd be screaming inside a minute. Weak? I don't think so. He's got
the guts and brains to know what he wants and reach out to take it. And I need
him as much as he needs me. Want to call me dependent? You can. I am. I depend
on him. To submit to me in a way that makes me complete. To endure every
torment I visit on his body and mind and spin it from straw to gold. Every
whimper, every scalding, salty tear is a gift to me. I respect the hell out of
him and anyone who doesn't is an ignorant fool.
BookAddict: You love him.
Martin: No shit.
BookAddict: And yet you get off on his
suffering.
Martin: Sure. I'm a sadist.
Look that up in your dictionary – but I'm not sure you need to look up the word
that goes along with it.
BookAddict: What do you mean?
Martin: Masochist. Meaning
you. You're dripping wet. I can smell you. And I know why you're so
worked up. It's this poor abused boy at your feet. I bet you want to be right
next to him in the same position, don't you? Well, I'm strictly a one sub
at a time Dom and they're always men, sorry. No, don't look away. He deserves
some appreciation. I know I'm enjoying the view. In fact, as soon as you've
gone, I'm using his mouth or his ass to get off. Probably both.
BookAddict: That's very, uh, frank of you.
And insightful. I admit he's appealing. The way he's looking at you, so much
trust, so much longing… But he's in agony. *Crosses legs and
wiggles on the seat*
Martin: You can end his pain.
BookAddict: Me?
Martin: I told him he will
wear the clamps until you'd finish the interview was over. They're what's
hurting him the most. By now, his nipples feel like they're on fire. It's not a
pinch, a squeeze, it's a tight metal clamp and the agony's like nothing you can
imagine. It's a brutal scream, and it doesn't fade or taper off; it builds. And
he knows when they come off, there'll be a moment when everything stops, the
smallest fraction of a second of peace, then it'll hurt worse than everything
that's gone before, blood pumping back into all that crushed skin. He knows
he's got that to come, so he can't even look forward to them coming off, not
really.
BookAddict: God. That's so
fucking…cruel.
Martin: You want to say 'hot'
don't you?
BookAddict: No, of course not! *looks down and
blushes*
Martin: Yeah? Well, like I
said, it's up to you how long they stay on, young lady. Interview ends and I
take them off and at least he's one step closer to some relief. So are we done
here?
[Pause]
BookAddict: Suppose you tell me about your
first scene. Take your time. *grins mischievous*
::boy
looks up, glares at BookAddict and growls::
Martin: *snaps fingers* Quiet, boy. Eyes up here or I'll add some weights to the
chain. First time? Well, I'd met this guy in a bar called the Leather Saddle…
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