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Chloe blinks.
Her tired eyes gloss over the paperwork once more before the annoying clicking of chewing gum from her nurse, Jennifer pulls her back into the moment. She signs the charts before handing them off to Jennifer who will make sure they get to final review.
“I’m heading out,” she says once the charts are passed off. “I’m just going to pay Ms. Desjardins one last visit before I leave,” the doctor smiles wearily.
“Awesome.” Jennifer says. “Got any weekend plans?”
“Mainly staying in bed with Beca and getting caught up on our shows.”
This past year Chloe has finally grown comfortable telling a few of her colleagues that she’s a lesbian. Not that she was ever ashamed of being gay, on the contrary, she loves herself and the way God made her very much, it’s just that in the past people tended to be homophobic jackasses and shun her once they found out, or tried to fetishize her sexuality by propositioning her for a three-way, or invalidating it by suggesting with zero shame or humility that they are God’s gift. The “cure” to something that isn’t a fucking affliction nor is it a negative thing in any shape or form.
Jennifer’s smile is wholesome and refreshing, “Sounds cozy.”
Chloe gives her colleague a thumbs up before turning around and beginning the long trek down the hallway towards her patients room.
At home, Chloe sheds her scrubs, peeling them off slowly and painstakingly before tossing them in the clothes bin.
The master bedroom is sparsely lit and her way towards the bathroom her back brushes against the jagged corner of a picture frame hook.
Chloe hisses out in pleasure, her intent to shower shower suddenly an afterthought. Wetness pools at her center. Aroused, Chloe leans into the hook.
“Mmmph,” she moans, pressing all of her weight into it. The the doctor succumbs to her arousal while the pointy end of the hook sends her brain into a spiral, her fingers trail towards her sex.
Spreading the wetness, Chloe’s breath hitches. A lustful gasp escapes her mouth as she pushes two fingers into her desperate pussy.
“Yes. Yes, yes,” she breathes out.
“What are you doing?!”
Chloe opens her eyes and sees that she’s not alone.
“S-sorry mistress,” she tells Beca. Chloe stills her fingers and starts to pull out when she hears a quick scuttle and feels a firm hand catch her wrist.
Dark eyes meet Chloe’s hooded and lust filled ones. “I didn’t tell you to stop, now. Did I?”
Chloe lets out a low, grateful groan. “No mistress,” she manages to croak out.
That’s when Beca notices the hook digging into Chloe’s back and how eagerly her pet responds to it, releasing her girlfriend’s wrist so Chloe can continue her ministrations. Beca forces her leg between Chloe’s and presses her body into the redhead’s, effectively trapping her and increasing her feeling of helplessness.
Chloe brushes her clit and when she does Beca pinches and then twists the doctor’s nipples. Chloe gasps then lets out a silent scream. Her legs buckle but because she’s trapped it drives the hook in deeper, so Chloe’s immobilized and forced to endure her orgasm.
Chloe’s head falls to Beca’s shoulder where it rests for a minute, “Thank you mistress,” she mumbles once she catches her breath.
Beca reciprocates her thanks with a soft, sensual kiss, “I’ve missed you so much love,” Beca softly murmurs while Chloe pants into her mouth.
“Missed you too baby.” Chloe feels Beca’s weight ease off of her. The brunette offers herself as support so her girlfriend can stand upright, which Chloe happily accepts, holding onto Beca while she regains her stamina. “Well,” she smirks. “That was fun.”
Beca nods, “Now how about that shower?”
“Lead the way babe!” Chloe teases.
Chloe’s been distracted all morning and afternoon. She can’t stop thinking about what she and Beca did last night.
Hooks.
She’s never considered hook play before. Last night when Beca had her trapped, a jagged hook digging into her back and a firm pinch on her nipple, her breath nearly left her body. Her fellow doctors and even her nurses have called her out on her spaciness today, and all Chloe can focus on is how she wants more.
On her break she takes a pen and a sheet of computer paper with her. The doctor lets her wicked imagination run wild. She hasn’t been this excited about trying a new scene since she met Beca. The nostalgia from her perverted imagination reminds her of her college days when she’d sneak off into the woods to do all kinds of self-bondage on herself.
A smile weaves its way onto her face once she finishes her crude drawing. The redhead promptly stuffs it in her pocket then finishes up her lunch. Drawing her thoughts seems to have done the trick because the doctor finds newfound focus and is able to concentrate for the remainder of the day. She’ll present the drawing to Beca as soon as she gets home.
“Explain it to me again, you want to do what now?” Beca asks later once they’ve cleaned themselves up and sit curled up on the couch watching credits roll on The Expanse.
Chloe reaches for her drawing. “I wanna be suspended in the air with hooks in my back, while my clamped nipples are pulling me down, Bec. That way I have two opposing forces acting on me.”
“And you’re sure about this?”
Chloe squeezes her hand. “I am babe. You know I love being helpless and I’m always trying to push my limits. I wanna see if I can orgasm from it.”
Beca exhales, coolly. “We’ll have to do it at Nerve. I don’t have the equipment or the means to set up that kind of rig here.”
“Of course,” Chloe nods.
“It’ll also take a few weeks to build and test to make sure it can support you. Your safety means the world to me. You know that.”
Chloe pecks her on the lips. “You’re the best girlfriend…the best domme ever.”
“And don’t you forget it Beale!”
Chloe feels the splash of the water from the sink hose as she sprays it over the dish in her hand. She’s washing dishes at her Spirit Kitchen. The non-profit community restaurant/food bank that she established in one of Seattle’s poorest neighborhoods. The Spirit Kitchen fed homeless and disadvantaged people free of charge. Patrons paid whatever was in their pocket, if they could. If not then all they had to do was help other volunteers wash dishes or set the tables.
Giving back to the community and helping the helpless and less fortunate was one of Chloe’s biggest priorities. Meeting Beca and using some of their combined income helped the redhead achieve her goal.
She hates seeing others suffering and she’ll move mountains to help them.
The redhead hums along and bops her head while washing dishes when her earpiece pings. Reaching up with soapy fingers, she presses the button and connects the call.
“Hey Baby,” Chloe coos.
“It’s done,” Beca says, and Chloe can hear her smile from the other end. “The rig is set up and ready to go.”
Chloe giggles, “Aww honey, you always know what to say to make my heart swoon.”
“Wanna do it tomorrow?” Beca asks.
“Yeah,” Chloe breathes. “Tomorrow’s just fine,” she says with finality. Today has been a wonderful day and she’s in a wonderful headspace because earlier, she secured more donors to help fund her food bank. Everything in the doctor’s life couldn’t be more perfect. “Love you,” Chloe says.
“Love you too, Babe.”
Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
What’s your safe word?” Beca rests her hands on Chloe’s shoulders. The brunette looks her girlfriend in her soft blue eyes, knowing that this is for her own safety as well as their mutual enjoyment. Today is the big day. Chloe has two weeks vacation from the hospital, Beca’s also cleared her schedule to make sure her sweetheart has her undivided attention.
Chloe’s nude save for a beach towel wrapped around her body. She’s taken exquisite care of herself in the weeks leading up to this by limiting the amount of junk food she eats and the sugary drinks she consumes, tailoring her workout regiment to include muscle building and working on her core. Chloe wants to reach an altered state of consciousness, and Beca is going to help her.
“Shadow,” she says after a pause.
“Okay,” Beca grins and places a searing kiss against her girlfriend’s lips. Chloe shrugs off the towel and Beca helps her get situated in between the rig. Soft short hisses escape from Chloe when the hooks puncture her skin, causing Beca to look at her girlfriend worriedly.
Chloe throws her a playful eyeroll as reassurance. “Oh Bec,” she teases. “I’m a big girl. I can take it.”
Beca nods and then fastens the nipple clamps onto Chloe’s pebbled buds. Every ache and throb she feels between her legs and it’s fucking incredible. Chloe’s now sandwiched in between the block that the hooks are fastened to and the floor rings in which piano wire is threaded through and connected to clover clamps. Chloe feels her mouth water. Her entire body thrums with excitement and arousal.
Feeling this helpless and out of control is an exhilarating feeling that she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to describe to someone who isn’t involved in the lifestyle.
“Nggahh!” Chloe winced as the hooks digging into the soft flesh of her back suddenly pull. Her eyes go wide with terror before settling into shock, and finally ease. Her breathing reduced to short frantic pants as the rig raises, pulling the hooks even more. She’s trapped, powerless, and helpless as the room closes in on her. Her long red hair falls in front of her eyes, limiting her vision, and reducing her senses to touch and sound.
“Chloe. Do need to safe word?” Came Beca’s worried voice.
“Nu-n-no,” she grit. The device does its job and the wires attached to the clamps tighten. Pain overloads her brain, flooding her senses, and sending her fight or flight compass into an unpredictable tizzy.
“Green.”
She wills herself to speak.
The whirring of the hydraulic suddenly putters out and Chloe forces herself to stay in the moment and not focus on the malfunction. Only there seems to be another issue that, try as she might, she cannot ignore.
The rig is slackened. And that just will not do. Not after she’s spent months fantasizing about this very moment. She wants to get off from this.
She knows she can get off from this. Salvation is so close.
The fire which dwells within Chloe inspires a creative solution. With trembling, bulging muscles she begins doing push-ups, forcing the hooks to slacken. When when she went up, she felt the strength of the piano wire pulling her clamped nipples. When she went down the hooks in her back tugged. The dual assault simultaneously too much, and not enough. Lost in the fog of torture and ecstasy, each push-up threatens to splinter her mind. And honestly, is there anything better?
Tears trickle down her eyes and past her cheeks. Chloe feels her center dampen then clench. Her body quakes violently; the redhead refuses to allow it to give up on her. Pain from both forces acting upon her brutal and merciless.
Orgasm is near.
Beca covers her ears as loud throaty screams erupt from Chloe.
“In…in..iiiinnncred-incredible!” The doctor yells. The pain settles, the fog clearing. Pleasure and ecstasy replacing them. Fire crawls up and down Chloe’s back with each push-up.
“Gu-Green,” she grunts, pushing up. Her tits sore and her nipples stinging.
“Agghh-green,” she comes back down.
Up “green”
Down “green.”
Chloe’s fingernails claw into the ground hard enough that the ginger was certain they’d break off. Part of her hates that she doesn’t have a free hand to rub her pussy. But the other part of her brain governed by reason appreciates it because the entire point is for her to get off from the danger of it all.
It’s the kind of living on the edge sexually that she loves. She’s spent years chasing the perfect fusion of sexual and spiritual transcendence.
As long as she's powerless, she might as well enjoy it for all it's worth. Slowly, she begins to relax, accepting her inability to assume control, and devotes her attention to absorbing the sensations taking over her body.
Chloe arches and angles her back allowing the intensity of the hooks to increase and her clamps to be pulled even tighter.
“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you, slut?” Beca grins.
“I-I’m such a masochistic s-slut Mistress.” she gasps, “My... my favorite days are the ones where I- I have to go into work the next morning after y-you put me through the wringer..."
Chloe hisses, jaw clenching as she continues, "And my s-scrubs hide the beautiful painting you make out of my body. I wish I d-didn’t have to c-cover myself. I want to giddily explain each scar, each line… each bruise. “Here’s one from when Mistress caned me because I was a disobedient little pet”.”
“Those kind of m-mornings where my tits are s...sore and I can barely walk let alone be upright. I’m w-wincing and gritting my teeth trying to power through it- it and every movement reminds me of the games we played the n-night before. I love how my colleagues and p-patients are clueless about what a l-little pain SL-ut I am... how my w-warm smile and friendly luscious eyes conceal just how w-wet I am from my body... f-forcing these harsh reminders on me. How I can’t w-wait until you play w-with me again!”
Beca crouches to her pet’s level. Chloe can feel her domme’s hot breath against her ear, “Naughty doctor. Do you touch yourself on those days?”
“Nuh-no.”
Beca bites the shell of her ear, forcing a pathetic whimper from Chloe. “Tell the truth, pet.”
“Y-yes. Yes mistress! “Ahhhhgh, mmmfhh. Sometimes I’ll go in the on-call room, lock the-lock the door behind m-m-me, strip out of my scrubs and sit and face the mirror. I love looking at my marred up body and masturbating. I’m so s-sore. I’m sitting there sweating and crying, my fingers…ache but my body doesn’t w-want to cooperate so I slap my p-p-pussy and keep slapping it or I’ll keep agitating my marks and bruises. I yell “C’mon!” Over and over while I force my orgasm.”
“And you love that don’t you?” Beca smirks.
“God yes, it’s so r-raw and merciless!”
Sweat and tears blind the woman and Chloe feels her grip loosening on the floor. The two-inch-wide collar is applying just the right amount of pressure to her neck. She’s helpless in every sense of the word and her senses are close to betraying her but archaic primal determination drives her. She must see this through. Pleasure is building, the redhead can feel it.
The switchboard in Chloe’s brain finally connects the wires. Her brain overflows with arousal, her body stiffens. She’s so wet. Her muscles bulge and she can barely hold herself up. Chloe drops down and with one final, willful thrust the wires tugging her in opposite directions strike that match and Beca watches in awe as Chloe’s eyes go wide, biting her lower lip, making a fist causing her fingernails to tear on the concrete floor.
The redhead screams, “Yesssss!” her toes curl uncontrollably and her lip quivers, her tongue hangs out from her mouth like as if it’s on the verge of falling out. Sweat drips from her convulsing body and Chloe’s never experienced this much pleasure in her life. Light explodes behind her eyes and Chloe feels her soul being carted off to heaven. The golden city shining in the distance, welcoming her like she found the secret cheat code allowing her to bypass the pearly gates and awkward conversation with Saint Peter.
Chloe wonders if this was the salvation, the “such sights” Pinhead and the Cenobites offered to show Kirsty Cotton.
Demons to some Angels to others.
Only pansies considered them demons. Chloe, on the other hand, knows she’d happily accept their offer.
Nah.
On second thought, Beca is a much better hell mistress then that fuckboi Eliot Spencer and his demented alter ego could ever hope to be. Maybe Chloe needs to scour the earth to seek out a dark sorcerer to craft her own puzzle box to summon her kinky girlfriend to be at her beck and call. The idea of being greeted with whips and hooked chains sends more heat pooling to her center.
Suddenly everything goes white, and Chloe fades out of consciousness.
“Ughhhh.” Chloe stirs. Warm rays from the morning light assault her eyes. The thirty-two-year-old shifts her body, “Ahhh,” she hisses as she discovers her back is very sore.
“Chlo,” a soft familiar voice anchors her. She blinks away the weariness only to find her beautiful girlfriend sitting on the foot of the bed and looking at her fondly.
“Hey baby,” Chloe coos. “Where am I?”
Beca rolls her eyes. “You’re in our bed silly.”
“Did I lose consciousness?”
Beca purses her lips, uncertain of how to explain. “No. You sort of…I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like sub space but beyond. Physically you were here but like your aura, your mind was disconnected from your body.”
Chloe gasps excitedly. “I transcended!”
“I think so.” Beca scoots further down the bed until she’s laying besides her girlfriend. She presses soft kisses against her neck and shoulder, causing Chloe to giggle and glow affectionately. “You’ve been out for eleven hours, Chlo. Well…okay, not out you’ve been spacey as fuck and you’ve maybe said six words total, I was starting to get a little worried. Where’d you go?”
“I can’t remember. All’s I know is that I felt peace and serenity the entire time.”
“Then that’s good enough for me, babe.” Beca pulls her girlfriend closer and hugs her. Careful not to agitate her sore back. In an hour she’ll rub some more lotions and balms on Chloe’s back but for right now she wants to bask in cuddles.
“I definitely want to do it again, Bec!” she squeals, “Just next time I want you to tie a strap around my neck and choke me the very second it looks like I’m about to cum.”
“Absolutely, Chlo,” the brunette chuckled.
“Oooh and can you pour wax on me too?”
“You got it, Hellcat.”