Beautiful Disaster

He looks a little unsure as he walks back to the toys, but then straightens and grabs the box of clothespins with more confidence. After pushing the vibrator back into her ass, he starts applying the clothespins to her body –

thighs and br**sts mostly, a few more on her labia, but none on her ni**les.

The sound of the vibrator hitting the floor makes him whip his head around, then he gloats as she looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Didn’t I tell you to keep that in?"

"No, you didn’t. Only that I should keep it in my pu**y. You didn’t say anything about my ass."

He looks ready to argue but then shakes his head slightly, picking up the toy and leaving it near the door to take with us for proper cleaning when we’re done. Instead he gets a medium-sized butt plug, and after lubing it up, shoves it into Bella’s ass with enough determination to drive home the message. He even keeps on f**king her with it for half a minute before he leaves it in, then adds another push against the base for emphasis. It’s funny to observe how she immediately slips into a more docile state when he acts the part, but I wonder how long that will work. The clothespins won’t really hurt her, and he seems a little reluctant as he picks up a long, narrow paddle.

The first two slaps he deals to her soft, inner thighs look promising. The resulting cracking sound is loud and underscores her nearly inaudible pants. But then he accidentally hits one of the clothespins, snapping it clean off her skin. Bella utters a high pitched whine, nothing serious but a sound of clear pain. Jazz immediately checks the slightly red mark on her skin, then strokes her cheek in a soothing motion – and that is definitely not what she wants; only her reaction is one neither of us expects.

Her laughter is rich and deep as it bubbles out of her, rocking her whole body. Several clothespins fall off her thighs when she closes her legs and draws her knees towards her chest again, adding a light hiss to her laughter, but doing nothing to stop it.

And as if that isn’t bad enough, he keeps hovering by her head, trying to talk some sense into her. It’s then that I decide I have to do something.

"Jazz, got a minute?" I bark, maybe a little too forcefully, but it makes both him and Bella look at me, and shuts her up. She even looks a little guarded as she relaxes again when Jazz walks over to where I’m standing, looking a little like a hurt puppy.

"I’m totally f**king this up, aren’t I?" he mutters, thankfully too low for her to hear what he’s saying.

I sigh inwardly, then sling one arm over his shoulder and turn us both around so that Bella can’t see our faces as I whisper to him.

"Quite frankly, yeah, but that’s not a surprise. Your first scene, a sub who loves to yank your chain every chance she gets outside of the playroom, of course that’s not an ideal setup. Plus she’s never been one to be patient and meek, and it’s her first time with a Dom who doesn’t know how to mentally pull her under within the first minute."

He nods a few times during my little speech, but doesn’t look happy.

"So, what do I do now?"

"First off, stop being the overprotective best friend. In here she’s your sub.

Her sole purpose is to please you and to take whatever you deal out. Little accidents happen, like with the rope, but you don’t react to them during the scene if it’s nothing serious. For all she knows, you could have done it deliberately to test her keeping her position."

He inclines his head. "Good."

"Next, you can’t let her talk back. Your whole behavior towards her is too lenient, too playful. She’s pushing your boundaries, and you’re giving up territory inch by inch, so of course she’s going to continue that behavior.

Tell her to cut the crap, and don’t offer empty threats. Be stern, and if the need arises, treat any transgressions harshly. She can take it, in fact she’s asking for that right now. Manhandle her, be rough, not caring and gentle.

There’s plenty of time for that after the scene. You can cuddle up with her and bring her hot chocolate and massage the cramps out of her aching shoulders later, but as long as we’re here, you show no mercy."

"I’m not sure I can do that," he admits.

"Because she’s a woman?"

"Because she’s Bella. Sorry."

I sigh, scratching the back of my head.

"Then you have to keep her from getting the idea that she can push you.

Keep her occupied, give her mind something to work on besides finding the chinks in your armor. Challenge her. Hurt her."

"I’m not sure I can-"

"She’s a masochist, you do her a favor every time you slap her a little too hard!" I grunt, probably loud enough for her to hear it, but Jazz’s whining is getting on my nerves. Turning away from him I walk over to Bella, forcing my face to remain neutral while I let her see by my gaze how displeased I am with her behavior. Even before I reach her she’s cringing a little, and looking somewhat guilty.

I lean over her, my hands propped up left and right of her face, and for a few seconds I just leer down at her. She seems to be trying to sink deeper into the padding of the bench but holds my gaze steadily.

"Do you even know why you’re behaving like such a brat today?"

I don’t have to growl to make her swallow hard, and she shakes her head almost immediately. I wonder for a moment if she’s lying, but she doesn’t look like she is. Mostly to give Jazz a good example of how ridiculously he is coddling her I grab her ni**les and twist them hard while I pull upwards, my fingers digging deep into the pierced flesh. Bella immediately tries to arch her back in an attempt to lessen the strain, a pained moan leaving her that rises into the higher registers when I squeeze even harder.

"I really don’t know, I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself! He’s not doing anything to me and looks ready to apologize, I can’t not rub that in his face!

Please!"

I’m not sure she really knows what she’s pleading for – while her face is contorted with pain I don’t think she actually wants me to stop – but I figure that’s beside the point. Still keeping up the pressure on her ni**les, I lean back down and kiss her, stopping her up. Then I move on to her ear, and pretend to kiss her again while I whisper softly to her.

"It’s because he shows the dominant behavior of a doormat. Keep pushing if you’re willing to handle what you’ll get when he snaps."

Then I let go and return to Jazz, smirking at him but doing it so Bella can’t see.

"Now she’s wet, trust me. She’s really getting off on that."

I know that he understands that, but there’s a huge difference between being aware of a fact and acting on it. Changing my tone so my voice is a little less belligerent, I give him a few more pointers.

"Get her off the table, remove the remaining pins, and tie her br**sts like I showed you last week. Then add more pins, but use the plastic ones on her labia. The bondage will make her tits more sensitive, and adding the pins then will be more intense. Then use the paddle, and get a little creative. Hit her calves, the soles of her feet, the underside of her br**sts. After the pins have been on for a while, they will pinch the flesh enough so that hitting them lightly will hurt – play with that. Let time work for you; the longer you draw things out, the more removing the pins will hurt. Slap them off with the paddle, that should make her scream and writhe nicely. If you’re up to it, do it while you f**k her, she squeezes so nicely when she’s in pain. Tan her ass good if she comes without permission, though. If talking isn’t your thing, then don’t do it, it’s not a role-play scene."

Jazz looks ready to bolt for a moment, but then exhales slowly.