Andrew's St. Crossing

Chapter One

 

Donnella rested her head back on the small padded support and gently stretched and pulled her arms against the restraints around her wrists. She had been nervous at first, but this was exactly as she had envisioned it and once her body was taken care of her mind and emotions started to settle down.

Maybe she was being a little self-centered, but being the mother to two children barely in school was exhausting. Her husband’s job kept him busy all day during the week and he wasn’t good for much on the weekends, especially those weekends when he had to work. Once her youngest had started Kindergarten Donnella had started looking for something else to do with her time because being a fulltime housewife and mother just wasn’t going to cut it for her. Other women in her neighborhood and other mothers at the elementary school threw themselves into charity work or got jobs to fulfill themselves, but that wouldn’t have satisfied Donnella.

It had been a bit unnerving going to a stranger’s house, stripping down to her bra and underwear and allowing herself to be restrained, but that was part of the thrill. She wasn’t going to allow herself to slowly grow to hate her life and become an alcoholic like her mother. She needed something else to make her complete.

Glancing down at her body, she felt a little self-conscious. Her body wasn’t perfect; the stretch marks of motherhood had mostly faded and while she didn’t have her old fit and trim body back yet, she was still working on it. What had been taut before was now soft and curvy but some men liked that and her husband wasn’t complaining. She felt a little silly wearing black heels with her black lacy panties and matching bra, but that was part of the fun, part of the costume. What was entirely new to her were the thick leather cuffs she had placed around her wrists and ankles. She had put them on herself at Kurt’s insistence. There had to be some psychological reason why because he had watched her struggle at first with trying to figure them out, but hadn’t offered to help. Eventually everything was in place and he led her across the room and up against the cross.

It wasn’t like a crucifix like in church that she avoided going to at all costs, but found herself attending when her parents and siblings insisted. It was inclined back a few degrees so when her back pressed against the thick timbers she wasn’t standing upright but neither was she fully reclined either. The X the cross made wasn’t vertical, like in a church, but was diagonal so her arms were lifted up halfway between vertical and horizontal. Her legs were spread in a completely unladylike pose. Her legs and arms perfectly followed the contours of the X; she was exposed, vulnerable and helpless. This was exactly how she wanted to be.

Kurt had clipped her wrist and ankle restraints to the bolts set into the ends of the wood. She had to stretch out a bit, but that was fine. There weren’t any elaborate locks which was good because actually being locked against the heavy crossed timbers frightened her. Seeing that she could possibly escape given enough time and determination settled her down. When he stepped away from her after restraining her legs, he smiled at her.

He was a handsome man, tall and lean with an almost feral smile. He had sharp, angular features under his blond hair. Obviously Kurt had a strong Teutonic heritage which contrasted with her olive skin and dark brown hair; all her ancestors harkened from the Italian peninsula. He was wearing black pants, black boots, and a tight black t-shirt. Donnella wouldn’t have minded seeing him without the shirt or pants, but she was focused on herself at the moment.

“Comfortable?” he asked her.

She laughed nervously. “Sort of. I’m not in pain.” She pulled on her restraints and loved how she could barely move her arms. “I’ve never done this before.”

“So you said in your emails.” Donnella had found Kurt online, of course. That’s how all modern romances and sexual relationships formed. It had taken some emailing back and forth to work out all the details, but she eventually wound up in his house waiting for him to perform his magic “I’m not going to gag you. If you feel the need to scream, go ahead. The house is well-insulated. The neighbors won’t hear. If you want to stop, use the safe word.”

“Eclipse,” she told him.

He grinned with half his mouth. “Just practicing or do you want to stop.”

She almost violently shook her head and felt her ponytail rub against the headrest. “Just practicing.”

“Since you’ve never done this before, today we’re going to find out your limits.”

Donnella nodded in understanding. “Yes, sir.”

He all but smirked at her. “I’m not big on the whole formal master and submissive protocol. You can call me Kurt or sir or whatever pleases you. This is for you, not for me.”

While Donnella was certain that Kurt got some pleasure out of doing this, she understood what he meant. “That sounds perfect.”

He stepped close to her. He was tall enough that she wanted to shrink back, but that was impossible because she was restrained. His hand went to her face and when down her neck until he was trailing two fingers between her breasts. He stopped when his fingers reached the small bit of fabric between the cups. “This isn’t a front closure,” he commented.

“No. I didn’t have one.” She frowned, nervous she had given the wrong answer.

He stepped back and opened a drawer in the row cabinets against the far wall. Her heart thudded for a minute in her chest, but then saw he only had a pair of paramedic scissors in his hand. These he ran up her belly, starting at her navel, until he reached the material of her bra. The metal was cold on her skin and she shivered. “Don’t,” she begged, but he ignored her and quickly cut through the fabric. The stretchy material of the bra snapped back once it had been cut, exposing her breasts.

Donnella’s face briefly flushed red with embarrassment but she covered it up with anger. “Why’d you do that? You ruined my bra!”

Kurt was dispassionate in his response. “I told you to wear a front closing bra. Once you’re on the cross, it’s impossible to get a bra off you without cutting it.” He glanced down at her tits. “For a mother, you have very nice tits.”

Again she blushed with embarrassment. “Thanks.” She couldn’t remember the last time someone new, someone other than her husband or a doctor, had seen her bare breasts. She’d been married too long.

When Kurt placed his hands on her tits, she gasped at his forwardness, but this was what she was here for. “Nice. Full and firm and a little heavy.” He pushed back the remains of the bra to better inspect her. If there was one feature to her body that Donnella wasn’t ashamed about, it was her breasts. Maybe they were a little small, but they were perky and topped with light tan nipples. They had changed with her pregnancies and breast feeding, but they were largely back to normal, except she now had the inescapable feeling that she needed to wear a bra all the time when before she wasn’t ashamed of going out in pubic braless.

Kurt tweaked her nipples and she felt a little thrill that ran through her body. “Well play with these a bit,” he said and went back to the row of cabinets where he searched for a minute. “It’s been a while since I used these, but you look like the sort of woman who would enjoy them.” What Kurt had in his hands were two small glass cups maybe twice as large as a shot glass that had nozzles on the bottom closed end, some rubber tubing, and a hand pump. She watched in fascination as he attached the pump to one end of the tube and the other end to the nozzle on one cup.

“Is this like a breast pump?” she asked as he placed the glass cup over her right nipple.

“Something like that,” he commented as he squeezed the pump once which pulled her small nipple forward into the cup. Her eyes goggled at how much her flesh was distended. It didn’t exactly hurt, but she could feel the force of the suction working against her soft tissue.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “That’s amazing.” For some reason this abuse of her body pleased her.

“Does it hurt?” Kurt asked.

“Let’s see if I can fix that.” He squeezed the pump two more times. Her nipple and areola was only drawn forward slightly more, but the pressure increased and Donnella could feel it. She was right on the edge of pain. “Better?” he asked.

She wasn’t sure what he meant by “better” so she just nodded. “Uh-huh.”

The cup and pump was specially designed for this sort of thing. Kurt detached the hose from the nozzle, leaving the glass cup in place clinging to her breast. He then attached the hose to the second cup, fitted it over her nipple, and squeezed the pump once.

This time Donnella was ready for the treatment and looked forward to it. The way her flesh, tip of her nipple to the base of her areola, was suddenly pulled forward filling up the space in the cup, it turned her on. She let out a low moan. It felt good. It felt even better when Kurt squeezed the pump twice more and she felt her body trembling ever so slightly in pleasure.

He detached the hose and stepped away. “Perhaps a commemorative photograph for your memories?” he asked.

Donnella made a non-committal sound and continued to stare at her tits. It was odd seeing the small glasses hanging off the tits, but it also felt oddly invigorating. She shimmied her shoulders slightly, moving her breasts to see them move with the weight. “I’m leaking,” she announced.

“Is the seal not holding?” asked Kurt, looking up from his phone where he was saving the photos he had taken.

“No. My milk is leaking out.”

Kurt crossed the room to look at her cupped tits. Both nipples were slowly dripping cloudy white fluid. The weight of the glass cups pulled her tits forward and down enough so the milk pooled at the bottom, near the nozzle seal.

“Are you still breast feeding your kid?” he asked.

“No. I stopped three years ago. I mean, my husband plays with my boobs when we have sex, but I didn’t think I was still making milk.” Donnella continued to stare at her breasts, fascinated by them. “I didn’t think that was enough stimulation to keep them making milk.”

“Huh. Maybe you’re a bit of an outlier in the way your tits work,” Kurt commented.

“I don’t know,” she replied and shrugged her shoulders as much as her restraints allowed. Her shoulders didn’t move all that much, but her tits shook fetchingly.

“Time to take these off,” said Kurt. “I don’t want to bruise you for your first time.” He grasped the glass and manipulated the nozzle. The pressure released and Donnella felt a little thrill of sensation returning to her breast. Kurt considered the small amount of liquid in the glass; it couldn’t have been more than a few tablespoons. “Have you ever tasted your own breast milk?” he asked her.

It was a strange question to be asking, but Donnella answered it honestly. “Sort of. I mean, when I was feeding my kids, it tends to get everywhere, so yeah, but not directly or anything like that.”

“What’s it like?”

Donnella didn’t know how to answer that. “Okay. Sort of sweet, I guess.”

“Tell me what it tastes like today,” he said as he lifted the glass to her lips.

The suggestion came from nowhere and Donnella didn’t know what to do. She wanted to protest, but the glass was against her lips and he was tilting it upwards. The milk touched her lips and she automatically opened them, letting the few drops slide into her mouth.

It wasn’t that difficult to swallow and Kurt watched her closely. “Well?” he prompted her.

Donnella closed her eyes and thought for a moment. “Sweet. Thin. I mean, babies love it, right?”

Kurt didn’t have any reaction to her answer and just released the pressure on the other glass. This time he didn’t offer it to Donnella but instead tasted it himself. He swirled the liquid in his mouth and swallowed. “You’re right. It is sweet.” He put the cups and pump aside to pull out a new tool from the drawers. “Let’s get back to business. This is just a simple flogger.” He displayed it for her. Attached to the short wooden handle were a score of foot long pliable leather straps the width of her little finger. “You ever use one of these before?”

Just looking at the device made Donnella’s eyes go wide. “No,” she answered, slowly shaking her head.

“It doesn’t hurt,” he said. “It’s really more of a stimulant than anything.” He lashed out with the toy snapping the leather thongs across her belly. It felt like a light slap to Donnella but even so she gasped a bit at the sudden flare of pain. “See?” he asked.

“It hurt,” she protested, but knew this was exactly what she had signed up for.

“No, it didn’t, trust me on that,” Kurt replied as he began swinging the flogger with expert efficiency and accuracy.

Each little strike didn’t hurt Donnella, but the cumulative impact started to affect her. She glanced down at her belly and saw her skin starting to turn bright pink like a sunburn. Kurt varied where he hit her, starting with her belly he moved to her ribcage up to under her breasts and her sides where she was exposed. He occasionally dipped down to her thighs as well. There was just the littlest thrill of pain before he unexpectedly laid the flogger’s falls across her tits, first the left one and then the right.

She shrieked in pain.

He stopped working her body.

“Did it truly hurt that much?” he asked her dispassionately.

Donnella took a moment to compose herself. “Well, no, it was just the shock of you doing it.” She looked at her tits and saw they had already acquired a beautiful pink tint. “My boobs weren’t made to be slapped.”

“Of course they were,” Kurt contradicted her and to emphasize his point he abused both her tits, slapping them both repeatedly with a steady beat, alternating between left and right. Without realizing it, Donnella started shrieking with each slap, trying to twist her body out of the way but she was too well restrained. It felt like her tits—her nipples especially—were on fire.

But she didn’t tell him to stop.

It hurt like hell, but she couldn’t deny that her pussy was starting to get incredibly wet and she wanted it to stop—but at the same time she wanted it to go on forever.

Abruptly he stopped but before Donnella could catch her breath, he caught one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed it tightly, tight enough to make her legs trembled and to stop her from shrieking.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked her upon releasing the nipple. His voice was calm and soft.

“No,” she moaned and then corrected herself. “Yes.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured as he transferred the flogger to his left hand. There was nothing she could do when he slipped the fingers to his right hand down into her panties to feel her pussy. A blush of shame blossomed across her face as his fingers explored her sex—and she knew she was incredibly wet. This was the first time someone new had explored her pussy since she got married to Jeremy. “You are enjoying this,” he said, pulling his fingers out of her sex and displaying the wetness to her.

“Yes,” she agreed.

“Open,” he said, holding his hand in front of her face.

There was a moment’s hesitation before she did as he asked. She had tasted her pussy before, on her husband’s fingers and cock, but this was something different. Kurt wasn’t trying to turn her on or had lost his manners because he had gotten worked up. He was making her taste herself because he could force her to do anything he wanted.

“Good girl,” he complimented her. “Keep sucking; get my fingers good and wet.”

She didn’t know why that was necessary. Her pussy was already wet, but she did as ordered.

After Kurt withdrew his fingers he absently wiped them no her sore tummy. It was still pink and it hurt, but Donnella didn’t complain. He looked down at her panties and clucked his tongue. “There’s no getting these off easily. I’ll have to cut them.”

Grabbing the scissors he had used to destroy her bra, Kurt snipped two spots on her panties, the thin strip of material between the waistband and the leg hole. Just like that she was instantly naked. Kurt tossed aside the ruined panties and shook his head slowly. “You need to shave,” he said staring at her hair-covered pussy.

“I don’t have a lot of time to groom,” she said, trying to explain away her almost unruly patch of pubic hair. It wasn’t out of control, but she kept hers thicker and longer than most women with an active sex life. Then again, Donnella didn’t have that much of an active sex life.

“Find the time,” he told her. “Clean it up. Shave it. Take some pride in your cunt.”

The last word chilled her. Donnella wasn’t much for dirty talk and even calling her sex a pussy sometimes made her uncomfortable. It was all about breaking down her inhibitions and dull suburban lifestyle. “What about my husband?” she asked him.

Kurt all but rolled his eyes at her. “I’m sure he’ll love his sexy and horny new wife. Do it before the next time I see you.”

Those words made her heart sing. This was supposed to be a trial visit. Kurt didn’t welcome everyone who inquired of his services. He had told her from the outset he only worked with a select group of clients that he enjoyed working with. Apparently she had made the cut. Or maybe she had offered him enough money.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

He put his hand back between her legs and rasped his fingers over her clit. She took in a deep, shuddering breath as his fingers curled up and into her. “I’m going to make you cum,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” she agreed, unable to form true words. She was already halfway there. Immediately Kurt set to work, rubbing her clit and filling her pussy with two, then three fingers. She felt loose and wet and like she had never been properly fucked before—but she wasn’t being fucked, she was being fingered, but that didn’t matter because she came to a quick, hard climax that had her all but screaming with pleasure as her orgasm took control of her body and she shook as much as the restraints allowed. She wanted to grab and hold onto something, anything, but that was impossible as she was held tightly to the corners of the saltire. And then without any true warning, she came all over Kurt’s hand.

He took his fingers from her pussy and presented them to her mouth. Immediately she opened and sucked on them, savoring the taste of her pussy.

“You cum easily,” he told her.

Donnella had never thought that to be the truth. Cumming had been a skill she had learned after being married a few years. Maybe her husband was lousy in bed. Maybe her body didn’t work like other women’s. Maybe she just needed to be restrained to a heavy wooden saltire and be abused a bit before she was ready to orgasm. None of that mattered at the moment. “Thank you,” she accepted the compliment when she had sucked all the flavor from his fingers.

“Can you easily cum more than once?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s see then.” He shoved his fingers back into her pussy and she gasped in pleasure. He rubbed her roughly while carefully watching her expression. She loved the way he was rough with her. “Tell me when you’re going to cum,” he ordered. “Don’t you dare cum without telling me first!”

She nodded and panted heavily, working her hips in counterpoint to his fingers. There was nothing more than Donnella wanted at that moment than to cum. She knew her body well enough to do what he wanted.

The moment rapidly approached. “I’m gonna cum,” she rasped out.

It was the worst thing she could have said.

Kurt pulled his fingers away and denied her the orgasm. She wailed in frustration.

“No, no, no,” she complained as she twisted her hips and desperately tried to get some friction between her legs to finish off her orgasm. It was an impossible goal.

“You need to be trained to cum from pain,” he told her.

“What?”

She didn’t even see the flogger in his hand, but she certainly felt it when the falls smacked her between the legs on her wet and open and exposed pussy. Donnella grunted at the spike of pain. Her entire body turned hot. And then Kurt used the flogger again on her pussy. She tried to scream in pain, but it came out as a long groan of pain that morphed into pleasure and she realized she was cumming.

“You’ve already learned that trick,” Kurt said as he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back to look into her eyes. “An orgasm from pain is so much better than one from gentleness, don’t you think?”

Donnella wasn’t sure she could think, so she just nodded in agreement, pulling her hair against his strong grip. “Oh god yes.”

He let her suffer on the cross for a few more minutes, not giving her any pleasure or pain, but eventually he let her down. Donnella had to kneel on the floor for a minute before she could climb back to her feet. She felt a bit ridiculous wearing just her high heels, but she was certain she’d get over it.

“Did you bring a change of clothes?” he finally asked her.

It seemed to Donnella that was a question he should have asked before they started their session. “Yes.”

“Good. Please get dressed. I have a few minutes before you need to leave. I don’t want to rush you.”

The oversized handbag that Donnella had brought with her contained everything she needed…except a bra and underwear. She had expected to just put those back on, but they were ruined. Kurt gave her a modicum of privacy as he cleaned up and put away his equipment. She just pulled on her leggings, t-shirt, and large sweatshirt. She wasn’t really going out in public sans lingerie, she was just dashing to her car, driving home, and dashing to her house.

“Next time,” Kurt told her as he escorted her to the door, “bring an extra pair of panties and bra. Or wear more appropriate lingerie.”

She nodded and walked to her car, a changed woman.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

By the time the kids got home from school Donnella was back into mother mode. By the time Jeremy got home, late as usual, she had slipped into wife mode. She had showered and noted her skin was back to its normal color. There was no obvious bruising to her flesh, and that was good. She had enough time for a shower so she took advantage of the free moment. Heeding Kurt’s instructions, she trimmed back the length of her pubes and shaved the edges. It wasn’t a dramatic change, but she didn’t want to completely shock her husband.

As she finished her showed and made sure the curls she had removed were safely washed away, Donnella realized she was still horny after her session with Kurt. Her husband was going to be the beneficiary.

When he finally crawled into bed with her, she was wearing a silky red nightie and nothing else. She wondered if he even noticed that she was without panties before he lay down next to her with a groan.

“Long day?” she asked him.

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were already closed and he was trying to go to sleep. This was not the relationship they had before kids and before he decided to throw all of his energy into his career and not his family.

“That’s too bad,” she said taking his hand in hers and placing it on her thigh.

“I’m tired, hon,” he complained. It was almost more of a whine.

Donnella wasn’t interested in his words. “You just lay there,” she told him, pushing back the covers and climbing on top of him. “I’ll do all the work.”

Jeremy’s eyes opened, but just barely. “What got you in the mood?”

She just grinned at him. “Do you want me to suck on you first or can you get it up without me?” Already she was rubbing her wet pussy on his pajama bottoms—when had he started wearing pajamas?—and she could tell he was soft.

“Go down on me.”

“My pleasure,” she said as she moved down his body and pulled down his pants. Maybe it was the guilt of having spent their money on a professional sadist, but Donnella was certain the blowjob she gave him was the best he had ever received, even if he didn’t cum in her mouth. She finished the job by riding his cock, letting him watch her bouncing tits as he came.

The sex was okay. Her orgasm wasn’t nearly as good as it had been when she was strapped to the saltire. And Jeremy didn’t even notice her grooming. He just went to sleep.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

Instead of being alone when Kurt escorted her into the special room in the back of his house, Donnella was shocked to see a naked young man bound to the saltire. The young man was impossibly handsome with just the right amount of muscles and a thin rope tied around the head of his cock. The thin rope ran to a pulley attached to the ceiling. From the other end of the rope hung a metal weight which stretched his cock, which was already thick and long, to what looked like a painful degree.

“I was wondering if you would help me out with young Trent,” said Kurt.

Donnella couldn’t take her eyes off the handsome young man who smiled at her around the black ball gag in his mouth and though the pain of his tortured cock. “What—what help do you need?” Except for the cuffs on his ankles and wrists and the gag in his mouth, he was gloriously naked and hairless. A quick evaluation let Donnella know that maybe he was young enough to not have any chest hair, but he was also hairless on his arms, legs, and crotch. The young man was over-groomed.

“He’s in desperate need of a blowjob and I’m not gay. He’s been a very good boy today and deserves a bit of release. Normally he’s a shit and I can’t stand him, but today he didn’t complain about the flogger at all.”

The bright pink tone to Trent’s skin told Donnella that Kurt must have worked the boy hard with the flogger.

“I was wondering if you would help Trent out,” said Kurt.

“What?” asked Donnella, coming out of her reverie. She realized she had been staring at Trent’s body—especially his tortured cock—and had missed almost everything that Kurt had said. She had even forgotten she was wearing just her bra and panties, pink this time and the bra with the proper front closure and the panties with ties at the sides so they could both be removed easily while she was on the cross. Maybe Kurt had explained everything to her, but she was so enraptured by Trent’s appearance that she missed everything.

She knew she had been fooled. Kurt’s instructions were to come to his house promptly at 10:30 because he had other clients scheduled. Kurt wasn’t the sort of person who would allow a client to overstay his welcome or time frame. But she still had to admire how smoothly Kurt had admitted her into his house via the front door, let her take off her clothes, put on the wrist and ankle restraints, put her heels back on, and bring her into the work room, all without the slightest hint that Trent was waiting for them.

For just a moment Donnella felt a little uncomfortable in her revealing lingerie. The pink silk was thin enough for Kurt and Trent to see the outlines of her nipples and the panties were small enough that the bottom curves to her buttocks were exposed. But then she realized that she had on more clothing than Trent, and Kurt was in his usual all black outfit of boots, pants, and tight t-shirt.

“I was wondering if you would help Trent out,” Kurt repeated for her. “He needs. No. He deserves blowjob. Would you give him one?”