Venus In Furs

Title: Venus In Furs
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: A master, a slave, pain, pleasure, whips and boots of shiny, shiny leather.
Feedback: Always welcome
Disclaimer: I own nothing.



There is a chill in the air but I suppress a shiver, not wanting my master to see. If he wanted me to be warm he would have given me clothes. But no - no clothes, not today. I kneel at his feet, naked save for the collar around my neck, and stare at his boots. They have been buffed to a high gloss and I can see myself reflected in them, small and unimportant, the way a slave should be. The chain attached to my collar rattles as he tugs it.

"Look at me."

His voice is rough and yet somehow smooth at the same time, silk gliding over steel. My cock stiffens at the sound of it. He pulls on the chain again.

"Look at me, slave."

To raise my head immediately and look him in the face would be a serious mistake. I start at his feet and let my gaze travel upwards - slowly, oh so slowly. Dressed all in black leather, he is a dark angel, one that could corrupt the very heavens themselves. Shiny black boots give way to tight trousers and a leather jacket, worn over a bare chest, completes the ensemble. I finally look him in the face, but the dark glasses he wears hide his eyes from me. He tilts his head and smirks down at me.

"Do you want me, slave?"

"Yes, master. I always want you."

"Yes? Prove it. Show me how much you want me."

The chain goes slack and I drop to my hands and knees. I crawl forward, lower my head and lick the toe of his boot. He murmers his approval, so I do it again, and then again. I run my tongue up the boot, licking and tonguing the buckles until my mouth moves up onto the soft leather of his trousers. The hand not holding my chain fists in my hair as I worship him, kissing my way up his leg until I reach his groin. Then I stop. I want to take him in my mouth, but I have not been given permission to do so. I kneel and wait for his next order.

"Would you like to suck my cock, slave?"

"Oh yes, master, please."

"Then ask me."

"Please, master, may I suck your cock?"

The hand on my hand is removed. "You may."

I unfasten his trousers and pull them down to his knees. He's not wearing underwear and his cock, long and thick, springs free. I lick my lips as I look at it.

"Take me in your mouth," he says, and I hurry to obey.

My left hand grips his thigh for balance and my right hand cups his sac. I fondle his balls, cupping them in my hand, feeling their weight and texture as I lick him, dragging my tongue from base to tip before taking him in my mouth. I suck the very tip of him, flicking my tongue over the swollen head until he grows impatient and pulls the chain.

"Swallow me."

I do as I'm told. I relax my throat and take him deep, listening to his moans as he slides in and out of my throat. I let go of his testicles and slide a finger between his cheeks. I can feel him trembling as I tease his hole. Ha, I may be naked and chained but I'm far from helpless-

But the illusion of control is shattered when he pulls his cock out of my mouth. He drops the chain and shoves me. I land on my back and a boot on my chest keeps me in place as he pulls his trousers up.

"Did you think you'd get away with that?" His voice is cold. "Did you really think I'd let you take control of me, even for a minute?"

The boot presses down even harder for a moment, then it's gone.

"Get on your hands and knees."

I do, he picks up the chain and drags me over to the pillar in the middle of the room. I'm pulled to my feet and the chain is removed and thrown aside. My wrists are pulled above my head.

"You know what to do, slave."

I slide my wrists into the cuffs just above my head and my master fastens them. I'm helpless now, completely at his mercy.

"You've been disobedient."

"I know, master."

"You forgot your place."

"I'm sorry, master."

"Sorry isn't good enough."

He walks over to the rack on the wall, which is where he keeps his tools. He comes back with a whip.

"I need to teach you a lesson. You need to be punished."

He runs the handle of the whip over my cheek and I turn my head and kiss it. I hear a soft laugh as he moves behind me and I brace myself. I hear a whistle and a crack as the first blow lands, then yelp as my flesh begins to burn. My master takes his time, whipping me slowly and carefully. His strokes are precise, each one hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break the skin and he never strikes the same patch of skin twice. By the time he finishes and drops the whip my back, buttocks and thighs are burning and I'm sobbing with pleasure. He caresses my back.

"You enjoyed that."

I whimper as his hand closes around my cock, thumb rubbing the head.

"Oh yes, you loved every second of it. Look at you, you're dripping."

His thumb is shoved into my mouth and I lick it clean, tasting myself on him. He growls, pulls his thumb out and three fingers take its place.

"Suck them, slave. They're the only lubrication you're going to get, so I'd make them nice and wet if I were you."

I lick and suck wildly, coating them in my saliva. When he's satisfied he removes them. I feel him part my cheeks and two fingers force their way inside, filling me, stretching me. I gasp and moan as he adds a third finger. Then, suddenly, the fingers are gone. I hear faint, rustling sounds and then I feel the tip of his cock, pressing against my arsehole. I cry out as he fills me. His nails claw at my hips, his trousers rub against my raw skin, making me whimper but he doesn't care about my pain. I'm just his slave, an instrument for his pleasure, a hole for him to fill.

I love it, oh, how I love it.

He drills me harder and growls a string of obscenities in my ear. What a slut I am, so hot, so tight, so perfect to punish, take it, take it, take it...

I'm so hard now it's actually painful and I pull at the cuffs in a futile attempt to free my hands so I can touch myself. My master takes pity on me; one hand leaves my hip and wraps around my cock. One quick tug is all it takes and I throw my head back and howl as my orgasm roars through me and spill into my master's hand. He thrusts one last time, then groans as he empties himself inside me. He collapse against my back, breathing hard. Then I feel him slip out of me. He reaches up, unfastens the cuffs and lowers me to the ground. I look up at him as he stands over me.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, master."

"Do you have anything else you want to say to me?"

I nod, lie on my belly and kiss the toe of his boot.

"Thank you, master."