44: Bonus 2b
Bonus 2: continued
After dinner, Isis took off across the house to the basement. Gage just laughed, watching her being so excited. He sat in the living room waiting for her to get ready.
Isis got on her new dominatrix outfit and looked in the mirror. Somehow it made her feel empowered. Normally it wasn’t her thing, but she would have fun with it. She was never particularly good at it. She was always going to be a sub, and she knew it, but the roleplay was fun. She stood in the mirror trying to look intimidating and smacking a riding crop in her hand, attempting to get in the roll.
“To your knees, slave! Now, lick my boots. No! Crawl to me.” She scolded her reflection. “Good. Now bend over and take your punishment. I’m going to spank you. You have been a bad, bad boy.”
Gage could hear her talking to herself as he stood at the top of the stairs. He covered his mouth to try not to laugh out loud. She was so bad at this, and Gage had a hard time keeping a straight face when she played this role. Her meek, soft voice trying to be demanding was hilarious. It was even more amusing when her tiny-little-self tried to spank him. He was so much bigger than her it was comical to see her standing over him. Every time they did this roleplay, they ended up laughing too hard to finish.
Isis headed up the stairs, and Gage ran back to his chair in the living room. He flipped on the TV, pretending he was watching it the whole time.
“To your feet, slave. Time to put on your collar. I see you wore leather pants and no shirt. That’s a good boy.”
Gage looked up, seeing her looking like pure sex. “Holy shit, Isis. You look badass. That outfit is hot.”
She tried to hide her smile with her fingertips. “You like it?”
“Hell yes.”
“Good. Now follow me. We have matters to attend to.”
“Yes, ma'am. Lead the way.” Gage smirked.
Isis turned to him and placed her hands on her hips with an angry look. “Are you going to be a bad sub tonight? Do I need to punish you?”
“I’ll be good.”
“Good. Let’s go.” She spun in her heels practically bouncing down the stairs.
Isis stood with legs spread apart at the end of the bed and held her riding crop tapping in on her leg. Her head up and fully playing into her role. The room was not yet complete, but it was coming together nicely.
Gage walked in and went to his knees. He crawled to her, and she took the crop to lift his chin. “Good. You know your place. Now. Where should we start?” Isis tapped the crop to her lips, thinking. “Do you want to play with some of my new toys, little pet?”
“Yes, mistress. What would you like?”
“Let’s start with these.”
Isis pulled out a set of nipple clamps and smirked at him. He had just bought them a few weeks ago and tested them on her. She hated them. Now she could show him what it felt like.
“Stand.”
Gage did as he was told and watched her attach the clamps. “I don’t see what the big deal is. This doesn’t hurt.”
“Bull crap. They bruised my nipple. I hate these things. And here’s why!”
She yanked them off fast, and the pain hit Gage like a bullet. He doubled over laughing, holding his nipples.
“MOTHER FUCK!” Gage laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me that shit hurts?”
“I did.” Isis laughed so hard she thought she would pee herself as Gage rubbed the pain from his nipples. “We are the worst dom couple in history. A little pain and we stop or start laughing.”
Gage was laughing too hard to react and took a second to speak. “Okay. What’s next?”
“Oh, my pet wants to play. Get on the bed. Now your nipples are primed and hard I think we can play with my new toy.”
“Do I get to see what you bought now?”
Isis raised a brow at him. “Did you forget something?”
“Oh. I forgot. Do I get to see what you bought now, Mistress?”
“Yes. Lie down. Take off your pants first. I may want to ride you later.”
Gage smiled and nuzzled her neck. “That’s right. Ride me, baby.”
Isis slapped his chest with a pout. “Stop it. You’re getting into your dom state. You promised I’m in charge tonight.”
“Sorry, love. You just make me so fucking hard and that outfit is driving me crazy.”
“You like it?” Isis turned around to give him a full view.
“I do, but you look good in anything. I love you in leather.”
“I know.” Isis giggled. “Now. On the bed.”
Gage slipped off his pants as Isis prepared the electrode stimulator.
“What is that?” Gage laid on the bed, putting his arms behind his head. His member was at full attention and Isis ran the riding crop over its tip. His cock jerked from the cold leather that traced over him.
“Never mind that.” Isis pulled out her new handcuffs and matching ankle cuffs. “I’m going to bound you. Blindfold too.”
Gage nodded.
Isis went to work cuffing him to the bedpost that was equipped for binding. She covered his eyes with the blindfold.
“I’m going to cover your mouth too. You talk too much.” She giggled.
The blindfold slid between his lips, and Gage was grinning ear to ear. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.”
He mumbled through the cloth. “Can’t help it.”
Isis snapped the crop over his nipple. “Be good.”
Gage squirmed, and she could tell he couldn’t get away. She went to the device, attaching the nipple clamps to him. She grabbed the instructions to make sure she read it right, biting her lip. She wanted to make sure she did it right. She tested it on herself and knew at the high frequency it hurt. She had no intention of hurting him.
She straddled his waist and flicked the nipple clamp with her fingertip, making him moan beneath her. “Ready?”
Gage nodded.
Isis turned on the device and tapped it to the clamp, making Gage jerk. The moan that escaped him let her know he liked it. She turned up the voltage and did it once more.
Same reaction.
She upped the wattage once more and connected the device to his nipple clamp. The wire wrapped around the clamp, but she didn’t see it would matter. She could get it loose after they were finished.
She triggered the device again, and Gage jumped. This time it seemed a bit much as she went to turn it down and slipped on the satin sheets. As her hand moved over the knob, the wattage went full force and Gage shrieked under the fabric gag. Isis looked to Gage to check on him and back to the device, realizing she broke off the knob.
“OH NO! Gage! I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”
Gage wriggled underneath her in pain. Isis jumped up, trying to turn off the device. Gage moved his head, trying to free his mouth. Isis saw him struggle and yanked the fabric from his mouth and eyes.
“TURN THAT DAMN THING OFF!”
Isis struggled to get the stimulator from his nipple, seeing they caught it on the nipple clamps. If she pulled, it would make it worse.
Gage started laughing through the pain. “Babe! Turn it off. My nipple is burning.”
Isis looked down, seeing his nipple was now smoking. “Oh, god! Gage! What do I do?”
She tried to turn off the device, and it sparked as it malfunctioned. The smell of burnt hair and flesh filled the room. Gage was writhing in pain but laughing so hard he couldn’t break free if he tried. Isis started laughing as she tried to pull him free.
“The cuffs. Take off the cuffs. FUCK! It’s burning me. Pull the cord!”
Isis was frantically trying to help him. “What cord?”
“The damn electric cord. Unplug it!”
Isis pulled the device from the wall and rushed to uncuff Gage. He sat up and yanked the clamps from his chest, forgetting it was burning his right nipple. He pulled hard and fast and off popped his nipple.
Isis’s mouth dropped open when she saw what he had done. “You’re bleeding.”
Gage was tough, and the pain was nothing to him. “It’s nothing…” He looked down and screamed like a girl. “My nipple’s gone!”
Isis pulled him from the bed. “We have to get you to the hospital.”
“Are you nuts? We can’t. They will ask questions. How do we explain this?”
“Who cares. Your freakin’ nipple is gone and you’re bleeding. Not to mention the burn. I’ll grab some clothes.”
Gage flopped back on the bed. “This was a horrible idea.”
Isis ran to get them clothes from the master bedroom upstairs as Gage tried to ease the burn by pouring water over himself. Gage looked around the room and shook his head. “I’m never letting her be in charge ever again. Next time she may kill me.”
***
Sitting in the ER, Gage was glaring at Isis. His nipple was missing, and the doctor was sewing up the wound. She kept laughing nervously throughout the whole thing. Isis sucked air through her teeth, seeing him steaming mad.
The doctor stood up. “All done. I suggest you don’t use any high-voltage electric devices in the bedroom again.”
Gage huffed. “Tell me about it.”
Isis pressed her lips together in annoyance. “It malfunctioned. The sales lady said it was safe.”
Gage rolled his eyes. “Apparently not.”
A knock came on the door and in stepped Jacob Justice. Gage’s mentor stood smiling devilishly with his arms across his chest.
“What are you doing here?”
“Isis called me,” Jacob said with a smug grin.
Gage looked over to his fiancé for an explanation.
“I was scared. I hurt you. I feel awful and I didn’t know anyone else to call.”
“How about no one? I’m sure I won’t die from a missing nipple.”
Jacob started laughing hysterically, propping himself against the sink in the room. “She burned off your nipple with your kinky sex shit. Isis said she burned you by accident. I thought it was a kitchen accident or something.”
Gage glared at him. “It’s not funny. She burned my nipple off with some crazy sex device.”
Isis said calmly, with a look of innocence. “It malfunctioned.”
“Bullshit. You broke the knob off and then it malfunctioned. I think she was trying to kill me.”
Isis’s lip quivered. “It was an accident. I’m sorry.”
Gage saw her face and calmed down. “It was. Sorry, love. I’m just aggravated. How can I go out in the ring like this?”
Jacob laughed. “Change your name from 12 inch to 6 inch Gage. You’re half the man you used to be.”
Gage ran his hand over his face. “You’re an ass.”
“I may be, but this shit is hilarious.” Jacob grabbed his cell phone and quickly took a photo of Gage. “I’m sending this to Davis. He will never let you live this down.”
“I hate you.”
“Eh. Had to happen sometime.” Jacob laughed.
Seconds later, Gage’s cell phone started blowing up. His head fell back on the pillow, ignoring it.
Isis did her best not to laugh. “Well, Gage. Look at the bright side. We both know we don’t like nipple clamps.” Isis gave a cheesy grin to cheer him up. Gage just rolled his eyes.
Jacob burst out laughing again. “Kids and your toys.”
