FIRST TIME
Draco guided you towards the corner they had showed you earlier this day as you entered the common room at midnight. Each step you took felt weighted with the intensity of the moment. Tom's earlier guidance had set a precedent, and now the others were ready to build upon that foundation. Draco positioned you before a sturdy, high-backed chair. "Get undressed," he instructed, his voice a mixture of command and reassurance, "Now kneel down." You complied, your knees hitting the plush carpet, the sensation grounding you further into your submission. The boys gathered around, each assuming a role in tonight's session.
Theodore approached first, a length of silk rope in hand. "Arms behind your back," he ordered softly. As you obeyed, he began to weave the rope around your wrists and forearms with practiced precision, his movements methodical and deliberate. The bindings were firm yet comfortable, a testament to his skill and the care he took in his work. "Feel the restraint," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "It's a symbol of your trust in us, and our responsibility to you." Theodore’s fingers brushed against the rope, adjusting and tightening it just enough to challenge your endurance without causing harm. Once Theodore finished, he stepped back, allowing Draco to take his place. Draco’s hands roamed over your body, his touch both soothing and stimulating, keeping you on the edge of discomfort and pleasure. His eyes locked onto yours, his intensity almost overwhelming. He produced a blindfold, the fabric smooth and cool as he tied it around your head, plunging you into darkness. The loss of sight heightened your other senses, amplifying the sounds of their movements and the touch of their hands. Blaise’s hands brushed over your shoulders, trailing down your arms. "We’re going to test your endurance and your ability to remain composed," he explained, his tone lighter but no less serious. "Remember to focus on your breathing." His fingers danced over your skin, eliciting shivers and heightening your awareness of your own vulnerability. You sensed someone kneel down in front of you, his hand cupping your chin, tilting your head upward even though you couldn't see him. "Open your mouth," Mattheo commanded, and you complied without hesitation. He placed a ball gag gently between your lips, securing it behind your head. The gag muffled your sounds but also served as a reminder of your role tonight - submissive, obedient, and completely at their mercy.
With your senses heightened, every touch, every whisper felt magnified. The room seemed to close in around you as the sounds of the boys' movements filled the air, each noise a subtle reminder of your vulnerability. Your breathing quickened slightly, but you remembered Blaise's words and forced yourself to take slow, deep breaths, grounding yourself in the moment. The silk rope binding your wrists felt almost alive, the gentle pressure reminding you of Theodore’s skilled hands. "Good," Draco murmured, his voice a beacon in your newfound darkness. You felt his fingers graze your cheek, then trail down your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The anticipation of what was to come built within you, a heady mix of fear and excitement. He withdrew, leaving you momentarily alone in the sensory deprivation of your own mind.
A sudden, sharp clap of leather against leather pierced the silence, making you flinch. Blaise chuckled softly, a dark, warm sound that seemed to envelop you. "Just a paddle," he said, his voice nearer now. "We want you to be aware of what’s coming next." The sting of the paddle landed lightly against your thigh, a teasing promise of what it could do. Another tap, slightly harder this time, drew a soft moan from your gagged mouth. Your body tensed, every nerve ending on high alert, waiting for the next strike. "We’ll begin with some tests," Theodore’s voice came from behind you, soothing yet firm. His hands settled on your shoulders, kneading gently, relaxing you despite the circumstances. "We need to see how well you handle different sensations." Draco’s hands joined Theodore’s, a cool contrast to his warmth. "We’re going to push your limits, but remember," he said, his tone low and reassuring, "You’re safe with us. Use your safeword if it becomes too much." You nodded, unable to speak, the gag ensuring your silence. The boys moved methodically, their touches orchestrated to play your body like an instrument. Blaise’s paddle delivered measured strikes along your thighs and arms, the sensation alternating between pleasure and pain, blurring the lines of your endurance. Each time you flinched or moaned, their reassurances flowed, guiding you through the storm of sensations.
The touch of ice against your heated skin drew a gasp. Mattheo held the ice cube, tracing it slowly over your chest and down your stomach. The cold was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the paddle‘s aftermath, creating a dizzying interplay of temperatures. You writhed against the restraints, your body caught in the interplay of their actions. "Good girl," Draco praised, his voice a balm. "You’re doing so well. Just keep breathing." The ice was replaced by a feather, its softness almost unbearable in your heightened state. Mattheo dragged it lightly across your skin, the gentle caress driving you to the brink of sensation overload. Your muscles quivered, each stroke of the feather a tantalizing reminder of how completely they controlled your pleasure and pain. The ball gag muffled your moans, but they still resonated in the quiet room, a testament to your submission. Blaise, Theodore, and Mattheo continued their orchestrated assault on your senses, each touch, each strike, each whisper carefully calculated to push you further into the depths of your surrender.
Finally, Draco’s hand cupped your chin again, tilting your head back slightly.
"Remember your safeword," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips. "But I believe you can handle a bit more."
You nodded, your trust in them unwavering. The blindfold heightened the intimacy of the moment, every sound, every touch magnified to an almost unbearable degree. The boys continued their ministrations, their hands and tools working in harmony to bring you to the edge, and you knew you were safe, cherished, and utterly at their mercy. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of your escalating arousal. The boys’ hands withdrew for a moment, leaving you in the charged silence, your body trembling with anticipation.
Tom watched from the sidelines, his gaze never leaving you. His presence was a silent promise of protection and control, a reminder of the bond you were forging with each of them.
A sharp, metallic click broke the quiet. Blaise had returned with clamps, and you shivered as he applied them to your nipples, the initial bite of pain soon giving way to a dull, throbbing pleasure. The weight and pressure of the clamps were a constant reminder of your submission, enhancing every other sensation. Theodore’s voice was close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "You’re doing so well," he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of the clamps. "Feel the pain, embrace it. It’s part of your journey tonight." As the clamps sent ripples of sensation through your body, Mattheo stepped forward, his hand firm on your shoulder. "We’re going to introduce a new element," he said, his voice steady. "Stay still, and remember to breathe." You felt the cold touch of metal against your inner thigh. Mattheo had brought a Wartenberg wheel, its tiny spikes trailing down your leg. The prickling sensation was intense, every nerve in your body aflame. He rolled the wheel slowly, deliberately, over your thighs and up towards your abdomen, each pass more torturous than the last. Your breath hitched behind the gag, your body a symphony of pleasure and pain. Draco’s voice broke through the haze, calm and commanding. "You’re almost there. Just a bit more. Focus on the sensations." The combination of the clamps, the wheel, and the boys’ lingering touches drove you to the edge of your limits. Theodore resumed his position behind you, his hands massaging your shoulders, grounding you in the midst of the sensory overload. Blaise continued to tease your thighs with the paddle, alternating between light taps and sharper strikes, each one sending jolts of electricity through your body.
Draco knelt in front of you again, his presence a steadying force. "We’re going to take you a bit further," he said softly, his hands tracing the line of your jaw. He removed the gag, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your lips parted, gasping for air, but you barely had a moment of reprieve before he replaced it with a new gag - another gag this time, the leather pressing against your tongue, a more intimate form of restraint. With the leather gag secured, Draco placed a hand on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart. "You’re incredible," he said, admiration clear in his voice. "But we’re not done yet." Theodore’s hands slipped down to your breasts, gently tugging on the clamps, the sharpness of the sensation drawing a muffled cry from your lips. Mattheo continued with the Wartenberg wheel, tracing it over your chest and stomach, each spike a point of exquisite torture. "Hold on," Draco whispered, his thumb brushing your cheek. "You’re so strong." Blaise moved behind you, his hands replacing Theodore’s on your shoulders, massaging the tension from your muscles. "Just a little more," he murmured, his voice a soothing counterpoint to the intensity of the sensations.
The combined effect of the clamps, the wheel, the gag, and the constant touch of the boys drove you to a state of heightened arousal, your body teetering on the brink of release. The ropes binding your wrists felt tighter, your movements more restricted, your submission more profound.
Draco’s hand slipped lower, his fingers finding your core, teasing you with soft, deliberate strokes. The contrast between his gentle touch and the harshness of the clamps and wheel sent shivers through your entire being, amplifying every sensation. The nipple clamps bit into your tender flesh, sending sharp jolts of pain mingling with the waves of pleasure emanating from Draco’s fingers. Theodore moved to kneel beside you, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered praises and encouragements, his warm breath adding to the sensory overload. Each word he spoke reverberated through your body, heightening your arousal and making your skin tingle.
Mattheo continued his meticulous work with the Wartenberg wheel, the spikes dancing over your skin, igniting every nerve. He traced patterns across your thighs and stomach, each tiny spike delivering a mix of pain and pleasure that made your body quiver. The sensation blended with the pleasure building between your legs as Draco’s fingers worked their magic. He alternated between slow, torturous circles around your clit and quick, intense flicks, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The clamp chains jingled softly with each movement, the constant tugging intensifying the throbbing in your nipples. Your moans, muffled by the gag, filled the room, creating a symphony of raw desire and pleasure. Blaise’s hands roamed over your body, his touch firm yet comforting, grounding you in the whirlwind of sensations. His fingers traced the curves of your hips and waist before moving up to caress your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the clamps and sending fresh waves of sensation through you. He leaned in, his lips brushing your neck, his voice a soft murmur against your skin. "You’re so beautiful like this," he said, his words vibrating through you, adding another layer of arousal.
Draco’s pace quickened, his fingers dancing expertly over your most sensitive spots. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit your G-spot, while his thumb continued to circle your clit with increasing speed. Theodore and Mattheo’s voices mingled in your ears, a mixture of commands and reassurances, urging you to let go, to surrender completely to the pleasure. The clamps tugged with each movement, sending sharp jolts through your body, while the wheel continued its relentless path over your skin, each spike a point of exquisite torment. Mattheo rolled the wheel over your inner thighs, the sensation so intense it bordered on overwhelming. Your body trembled, every muscle tensed, as you felt the orgasm building, a powerful wave ready to crash over you. Draco sensed your impending release, his touch becoming more insistent, more precise. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "Let go," he whispered. "Cum for us." With a final, overwhelming surge of pleasure, your body convulsed, the orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that left you breathless. Your cries, though muffled by the gag, echoed in the room, a testament to the ecstasy coursing through you. The boys continued their actions, drawing out your climax, prolonging the exquisite agony and bliss. Draco's fingers slowed but did not stop, coaxing every last ripple of pleasure from you. Blaise's hands held you steady, his touch a soothing counterpoint to the intensity of your orgasm. Mattheo and Theodore’s voices continued to wash over you, guiding you through the waves of pleasure until you were left trembling and spent, completely and utterly fulfilled.
As your breathing slowly returned to normal, the boys did not relent in their attentions, ensuring every sensation was drawn out and savored. Draco’s fingers slowed to gentle caresses, easing you through the aftershocks of your climax, but still maintaining a presence that kept you on the edge of sensitivity. He withdrew his hand briefly, only to return with a soft cloth to gently clean you, his touch tender and caring in contrast to the earlier intensity. Theodore’s lips continued their trail along your ear and neck, planting soft, feather-light kisses that sent lingering shivers down your spine. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm that mixed praise with a hint of promise for what might come next. His words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, grounding you even as your body buzzed with the aftermath of pleasure. Mattheo, ever meticulous, set aside the Wartenberg wheel and instead used his hands to trace the path it had taken, his fingers exploring the heightened sensitivity of your skin. Each touch was deliberate, a reminder of the earlier torment that had brought you so much ecstasy. He knelt beside you, his hands roaming over your thighs and stomach, grounding you in the present moment.
Blaise’s firm yet gentle touch continued to provide an anchor amidst the swirling sensations. He released the clamps from your nipples, a sharp, almost painful sensation followed by a rush of blood and warmth that heightened your awareness of every other touch. His hands then moved to massage the tender spots, soothing the residual ache and turning it into another layer of pleasure. As you began to come down from the high, Draco leaned in close, his lips finding yours in a tender, lingering kiss. His fingers brushed your cheek, a silent promise of his continued care and attention. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and affection. The room was filled with a warm, contented silence, the only sounds your soft breaths and the occasional murmur of the boys as they whispered to you and each other. Theodore gently removed the gag, his touch careful and considerate. "You were perfect," he said, his eyes meeting yours with a look of deep satisfaction. Mattheo’s hands never left your skin, providing a comforting presence that eased you further into relaxation.
Then Draco cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. "You did so well," he said, his voice filled with pride and admiration. Theodore and Blaise joined in, their hands gentle on your shoulders and back, their words a soothing balm after the intensity of the experience. Mattheo’s hand rested on your thigh, his touch a grounding presence. "You’re safe," Theodore murmured, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We’re here." Finally, Draco stood, his fingers brushing your collarbone. "We’re going to bring you back now," he said softly. "You’ve done so well." As the blindfold was removed, the dim light of the room filled your vision, and you blinked against the brightness. The boys surrounded you, their expressions a mix of pride and concern. "Are you okay?" Draco asked, his hand cupping your face, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress. You nodded, your voice hoarse but steady. "Yes," you whispered. "Thank you." Theodore knelt beside you, untying the ropes with the same care he’d used to bind you. "You were amazing," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
Blaise and Mattheo helped you to your feet, supporting you as your legs trembled from the intensity of the experience. They guided you to the chair, where you sank down, your body spent but your spirit soaring. Draco handed you a glass of water, his touch lingering on your hand. "You did so well," he repeated, his eyes softening. "We’re so proud of you." You sipped the water, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat, and smiled at the boys surrounding you and helping you getting dressed.
Finally Tom stepped forward. He guided the glass to your mouth again, his hands gentle but firm. "Drink more. You've done exceptionally well," he praised, his voice a soothing balm after the rigorous testing. "I‘m proud of you."
"You’re one of us now," Blaise said, his smirk softened by genuine affection. "And we have so much more to show you, but for the rest of this night you will be Tom‘s," he whispered. You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude and determination. "I'm ready," you whispered, and in that moment, you knew it was true. You were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead, secure in the knowledge that you were part of something extraordinary, something powerful.
Tom’s eyes met yours, and there was an intensity there that made your heart race. "Come with me," he commanded softly, taking your hand and leading you to his dorm, away from the others. Your pulse quickened as you followed him, the anticipation and the unknown filling you with both excitement and nerves. Once you were alone, Tom turned to face you, his expression serious yet tender. "Tonight, we're going to take things further," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I want to give you something special, something that will bind us together even more." You nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. Tom's hand caressed your cheek, his touch both soothing and electrifying. He guided you to a plush, low bed, gently pushing you to sit. "Lie back," he instructed, his voice a blend of command and care. As you lay down, Tom joined you, his presence dominating yet comforting. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, exploratory kiss that quickly deepened, filled with passion and intent. His hands roamed over your body, reigniting the fire from earlier. Every touch, every caress was a testament to his control and your submission. Tom's hands were adept and gentle as they began to undress you, each article of clothing removed with deliberate slowness, heightening your anticipation. When you were finally bare before him, he took a moment to admire you, his eyes filled with possessive pride. "You’re beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "And tonight you’re all mine."
His words sent a shiver through you, a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Tom undressed himself, his movements measured and confident. When he was finally as bare as you, he moved over you, his body warm and solid against yours. He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands roaming over your skin, stoking the fire of desire within you. As his fingers found their way between your legs, exploring and teasing, you gasped into his mouth, your body arching towards him. Tom's touch was both demanding and gentle, pushing you towards the edge without overwhelming you. "I want you to relax," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "This will be intense, but I’ll take care of you. Trust me." You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation and need. Tom positioned himself between your legs, his gaze onto yours, his eyes dark with desire and determination. His hand caressed your cheek before trailing down to your breast, kneading gently and causing your breath to hitch. His touch was both soothing and electrifying, a perfect balance of dominance and care.
"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. You complied, feeling a mix of vulnerability and excitement. Tom's hands moved to your thighs, parting them further, exposing you completely to his gaze. He took a moment to admire you, his expression a mix of pride and possessiveness. Tom leaned in, his mouth following the path his hands had taken earlier. He kissed and licked his way down your body, lingering on sensitive spots, drawing soft moans from your lips. When he reached your core, he paused, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers teased your entrance, spreading your arousal, preparing you for what was to come.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Good girl." His praise sent a wave of warmth through you, making you feel both cherished and desired. Tom's fingers continued their gentle exploration, slipping inside you with a slow, deliberate motion. He moved them in and out, curling and scissoring, finding every sensitive spot and coaxing more moans from your lips. As he prepared you, his thumb found your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. The combination of his fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, building with each movement.
When he finally withdrew his fingers, you felt a pang of loss, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance. Tom's eyes locked onto yours, his expression serious yet tender. "This might hurt a little," he warned, "but I promise it will get better. Trust me." You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Tom guided himself to your entrance, his tip pressing gently against you. With a slow, controlled motion, he began to push inside, stretching you in a way that was both painful and intensely pleasurable. Your body tensed at the intrusion, but Tom's hand moved to your hip, grounding you, reminding you to relax. "Breathe," he whispered, his voice soothing. "You’re doing so well."
You focused on your breathing, willing your body to relax around him. Slowly, inch by inch, Tom entered you, filling you completely. The initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a deep, satisfying fullness. When he was fully inside, Tom paused, giving you time to adjust. His hand moved to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. "You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and affection. After a moment, he began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled. Each movement was deliberate, designed to build your pleasure gradually. Tom's eyes never left yours, his expression a mix of concentration and desire. As your body adjusted, the pleasure began to build, each thrust sending waves of sensation through you. Tom's hand moved to your clit, his thumb circling and pressing in time with his thrusts, amplifying the pleasure. Your moans grew louder, your body responding to him with increasing intensity. The combination of his cock inside you and his thumb on your clit was overwhelming, driving you towards the edge. Tom's pace increased, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more insistent. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come around me."
His words were your undoing. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and with a final thrust, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your body convulsed around him, and Tom groaned, his own release following moments later. He held you close, his body tensing as he spilled inside you, filling you completely.
For a few moments, the only sounds were your ragged breaths and the pounding of your hearts. Tom gently pulled out, his hand moving to soothe your trembling body. He lay beside you, pulling you into his arms, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You did so well," he murmured, his lips brushing against your forehead. "I’m so proud of you." You nestled against him, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and belonging. The bond you had forged tonight was unlike anything you had ever experienced, a mix of trust, submission, and deep, abiding affection. As you lay there, wrapped in Tom’s embrace, you felt a profound sense of contentment. You knew that this was just the beginning of your journey with him and the others, a journey filled with challenges, growth, and an ever-deepening connection.
"Thank you, Tom," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and love. He kissed your forehead, his arms tightening around you. "You’re welcome, love. We have so much more to explore together. I‘m the first."