(A) – This story contains anal play.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
* Additionally, this story contains intense BDSM/kink play, including pain play.
Read Part 1 and Part 2 of the story here.
Le Calendrier de L’avent – The Advent Calendar
Part 3: Permission to Orgasm
14 Décembre
8 Décembre: Burgundy leather hands cuffs with the word “slut” on them.
9 Décembre: Two 8-meter lengths of natural hemp rope.
10 Décembre: 150cm long drop lash horse training whip.
11 Décembre: A pinwheel.
12 Décembre: Initialled burgundy leather ankle restraints.
13 Décembre: Mini massage wand.
14 Décembre: PERMISSION TO ORGASM.
Andrea rose ridiculously early on Saturday morning and headed for her morning run. The streets of Paris were tranquil, which gave her mind time to ruminate on the week. She found her thoughts turning towards the advent calendar. There were not any parcels or notes when she got up today. She hoped that Gabriel would soon let her feel the release of an orgasm. He had forbidden her from it for over a week, and she desperately wanted to feel the endorphins released during sex surge over her body. The thought of it was making her wet, and when she stopped to look at a cute dress in the window of a boutique, she noticed the dark grey patch on her crotch of her leggings.
Andrea galloped the kilometre and a half home, self-conscious and embarrassed about her excitement. As she reached the door to the apartment, she fumbled with her keys, jolted the door open, entered, and slammed the door behind her. She leaned against the door, shutting the world and her embarrassment behind her.
She rested her head against the door and closed her eyes, her hands wandering to touch the dampness between her legs.
Andrea slipped her hand down her pants and ran her fingers along her lips. They were swollen and wet. She moved her fingers between her lips and began to stroke her clit. Her body was shaking with need.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
She closed her eyes and continued to stroke her clit. The feeling of her hand against her warm, wet flesh was overwhelming. She could feel the tension building, and she rubbed harder and faster.
“Mmmh!”
Andrea could hear the sounds of her wetness, and it only made her more aroused. She pushed her fingers inside and began to move them in and out.
“Mmm… oh, God…”
She moved her fingers faster and faster, feeling the pleasure build. Her breathing became more rapid, and she could feel her heart racing. She moaned as her fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh, God… oh, fuck…”
Andrea felt the pleasure wash over her. It had been so long since she had played.
“I thought I said you couldn’t orgasm?” came a stern voice from the end of the corridor.
Andrea’s head shot up, and her eyes opened. Gabriel was leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face.
“You’re supposed to be a good girl,” he continued.
Andrea blushed.
“I… I…”
“I don’t think you are respecting the rules of our game.”
Andrea bit her lip.
“Maybe you need to be punished,” he said.
“God, yes, please,” she stammered back quickly.
“Get undressed,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir.”
Andrea moved away from the door and began to strip, removing her shirt and leggings. She hesitated for a moment before pulling off her bra and underwear. She stood in front of him, naked and trembling.
“Put these on,” he commanded, throwing her a set of ankle and wrist restraints.
Andrea got down on one knee and looked up at him as she fastened the leather cuff to one ankle. Gabriel watched her, noticing how wet and puffy her cunt was when she swapped her knee to attach the restrain to the other foot.
Once she was manacled, he made her walk to his office. There, she noticed the Advent gifts all lined up on his desk.
“Safe word?” he asked.
“Marmaduke,” she answered.
“Good girl. Give me your wrist,” he instructed.
“Yes, Sir.”
She stretched out her hands, and as she did, her breasts pressed together coyly. Gabriel walked around behind her and ran his hands over her bare skin.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he murmured.
He moved his hands lower, tracing her spine and the curve of her ass. He moved his hands lower, gently spreading his fingers over her skin, moving them between her arse cheeks and over her sticky lips.
“Disobedient girls get punished,” he said.
Andrea shuddered at his words. She loved being treated this way, and the anticipation was overwhelming. Gabriel stroked her pussy lips, feeling the wetness and heat.
“Mmm…”
“Arms out to the side,” he commanded.
Andrea moved her arms out to the side, her fingers spread. Gabriel stepped closer, pressing his body against hers from behind. He let his hands move around her body and cup her pert tits.
“Mmm,” she moaned once more before letting out a squeal when he twisted her nipples.
Gabriel kissed her before attaching the wrist restraints to the long strands of hemp rope.
Gabriel’s technique was rough; the texture and smell of the natural hemp rope scurried over her skin as he wound it into knots on the metal loops on the leather of her wrist cuffs. Each loop tightened with a slow, deliberate pull. When the top crossed her skin, the fibres were coarse and exciting. She was fully aware of the restraint, the tension growing with every tug. When Gabriel pulled the rope and attached each to two hooks in each corner of the room, her heart began to race—not with fear, she trusted him implicitly—but with anticipation.
He did the same with her legs, attaching them to two hooks near the skirting board. As Gabriel pulled the rope,it spread her torso apart, opening her up to his every desire.
The restraints and the ropes added an element of pressure that made her feel grounded, anchoring her in the moment as the realisation settled in: something thrilling was about to unfold.
Gabriel ran his finger along the length of her arm over her back and across the other arm until he had moved fingertip to fingertip. Andrea’s senses felt heightened; every touch felt magnified. The subtle tugs of the rope, the soft rustle of movement nearby, and the flutter in her chest all blended into delicious anticipation. Her mind buzzed with curiosity, the excitement building with every heartbeat. She felt herself surrendering to the unknown.
Andrea noticed a familiar scent in the air that she could not place.
“Qu’est-ce queue?” she asked.
“Tiger balm!” Gabriel whispered in her ear as he stood behind her.
“Ah,” she answered.
Andrea shivered in excitement. Gabriel dipped his finger in the little tub and then circled her areola with the balm. The heat from the oil and the menthol in the balm made her skin tingle with a burning delight. As the balm soaked in, Andrea felt as if her nipples burst into flame.
“Oh, God…” she moaned.
Gabriel continued to rub the balm into her boobs. His touch was electric. She felt the heat and the tingle, sending a thrill through her body.
“Mmm… yes…” she murmured.
“Do you like that, ma petite fille?”
“Yes… no… оh God… I don’t know.”
She felt him step back. Andrea was so preoccupied with the sensation of her nipples that she had closed her eyes and not seen Gabriel pick up the next item: the pinwheel.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered.
Andrea obeyed.
“Look at me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Gabriel pressed the sharp metal spikes of the pinwheel into the center of her chest. The sensation was exquisite.
“Ahhh…” she moaned.
“You like that, don’t you, Pet.”
“Yes… ah… oh, yes…”
Gabriel pressed the pinwheel harder into her flesh, rolling it across her skin. He traced it over her belly and around her navel.
“Ahhh… God… oh, God…”
Gabriel moved the pinwheel lower, moving it along her thigh.
“Ahhh…”
The sensation was maddening. Her entire body was tingling. Gabriel rolled the pinwheel over her inner thigh and back up, over her hips and between her breasts. He traced the edge of the pinwheel over her sensitive areolas, and Andrea screamed in delight.
“Yes… oh, God, yes…”
Gabriel pushed the pinwheel against her nipples again, and the fire exploded within her. She screamed as the pain mixed with the pleasure.
“Oh, God…”
“You’re such a disobedient slut.”
Andrea gasped. The feeling of the pinwheel sent shivers down her spine.
“Please…” she begged.
“You deserve to be punished.”
“Please, Sir, punish me,” she moaned.
“You need to learn your lesson.”
Gabriel pressed the pinwheel into her shoulder and rolled it along her underarm. As he did, Andrea screamed louder.
“Ahhh! Oh, God! Oh, God!”
Gabriel moved the pinwheel along her armpit and down her side.
“Ahhh! Yes… Oh, God, yes!”
Gabriel pressed the pinwheel into her flesh. His hands were rough and rugged. Andrea screamed in delight as the pleasure and the pain mixed. It rolled down her thigh over her knee, following the contours of her leg. At her big toe, he changed direction and let the little wheel rise up along her inner leg.
“Oh, God!”
“Yes, pet,” he groaned, “scream for me.”
“Oh, God…”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes! Ahhhh… God, yes!”
“You’re a dirty little slut.”
“Yesss! I’m a dirty slut!”
Andrea wiggled in delight and trepidation as the pins pricked her puffy little lips. She wiggled and moved, trying to get away. Gabriel pulled her hips and pressed the wheel into her flesh.
“Oh, God…” she moaned.
“Say it.”
“I’m a dirty slut.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m a dirty little slut!”
“You need to be punished.”
“Punish me, please!”
Gabriel rolled the pinwheel over her thigh and her bum. He moved it across her lower back and between her buttocks. Andrea’s body shook, and she moaned louder.
“Oh, God, please…”
“Tell me: you’re a dirty little slut.”
“I’m a dirty little slut.”
Gabriel traced the wheel over her ass and along her spine.
“That’s a good slut,” he said encouragingly.
Gabriel walked over to his desk and picked up the mini wand and a roll of duct tape. Her eyes widened as he placed the wand on her thigh and began fastening it with the tape.
“Sir… what іs that for?” she asked, a quiver in her voice.
“You are such a disobedient little bitch.”
“But, Sir, I was only playing with myself.”
“No excuses.”
“But Sir—”
“Shhh.”
Gabriel turned the vibrator on and pressed it against her thigh. The buzzing sound filled the room.
“Ahhh!” she cried.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes… Oh, God, yes…”
Gabriel pushed the vibrator against her mound and slowly moved it higher.
“Oh, God… oh, God…”
Andrea moaned as the sensation grew more assertive. She felt the vibration on her skin, and her body tingled. Gabriel clumsily strapped the toy to her thigh with the duct tape. The head whirred on low as it lay positioned against her clit.
“Oh, God…”
“You need to be punished, don’t you, pet?”
“Yes… please, punish me.”
“You like to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Tell me.”
“I love being punished.”
Gabriel moved the vibrator between her legs and pressed it against her mound, fixing it in place with a final strip of tape.
“Oh, God… Yes…”
“Tell me.”
“I love being punished.”
“What else do you love?”
“I love being dominated.”
“Yes, you do, pet,” he said, his voice filled with lust. “Can you count, slut?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
“I think you can handle five strokes, yes?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Let’s start.”
Gabriel raised the crop, and the string strip bit into her skin with a thwack. Andrea cried out, but it was a cry of delight.
“One,” she groaned.
“What are you?”
“I’m a dirty little slut.”
“Louder.”
“I’m a filthy slut.”
Gabriel raised the lash and cracked it down across her buttocks. Andrea screamed, her body tensing, pulling on the hemp rope and making the leather strap bite into her flesh.
“Two!”
“Louder.”
“I’m a slutty, filthy whore.”
“You’re a dirty little slut.”
“Yes, yes, I’m a dirty little slut!”
Andrea’s body convulsed as the vibration pressed against her clit.
Gabriel struck her again. The crop was sharp and painful.
“Three!”
“What are you?”
“I’m a slutty, filthy fuck toy.”
“That’s right, pet,”
“Yes, I’m a dirty fuck toy,” she moaned.
Gabriel struck her again, the crop cracking across the back of her knees. She buckled, and the toy whirred harder on her clit.
“Four!”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I’m a dirty fucking slut!” she screamed.
Gabriel brought the crop down one last time across her thighs. The string burned and stung her skin.
“Five!”
“What are you, Pet?”
“I’m a little slut,” she cried.
“Louder.”
“I’m your dirty little whore!”
“You’re a dirty little slut, and you know it.”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“Now you will be good?”
“Yes, yes, I will.”
Gabriel walked behind her and ran his hands over her shoulders. His touch was electric, and she shivered in anticipation.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?”
“Yes, yes, I will be good,” she pleaded.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, caressing his fingers down her spine and between her bum cheeks.
She felt his finger rim her arse, then the familiar sting of the tiger balm setting her ring on fire.
“God, please, sir, I will be good,” she said, pulling at her wrist restraints.
“Hmmm,” he purred, pressing his finger against her hole.
“Yes, yes, please, please, I will be good.”
[EDITOR’S NOTE: next few references to “hole” are unclear; determine if it’s vagina or anus, and specify]
He rubbed the balm over her vulva with one hand as the other turned the speed on the toy up. Andrea squirmed, her legs buckling as she fought against the taught robes that held her in place.
“Sir, please, please, I will be a good girl!”
“Shh,” he whispered, pressing his finger against her hole.
“Yes, yes, please, Sir.”
He pushed his finger into her, and she moaned loudly.
“Oh, God!”
He pumped his finger in and out of her, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. She groaned and writhed, her body tingling.
“God, please, please…”
“What is it, pet?”
“Please, sir, please!”
“What do you want.”
“Please, I want you.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she moaned.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me!”
“You’re such a dirty little whore.”
“Yes, Yes, I am,” she pleaded, “please fuck me.”
Gabriel turned the wand up to the maximum, her cries drowning out the loud sound of the vibrating head.
He removed his finger from her heated, swollen pussy, then pushed her forward as best as he could, grabbed his cock and teased the head against her opening, rubbing the shaft against her pussy.
“Oh, God, yes,” she groaned.
“You want this, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes, God, yes!”
He teased her for a moment longer before pushing himself inside.
“Ahh!”
“Tell me what you want, Pet,”
“I want you to fuck me!”
“Beg for it.”
“God, please, Sir, please fuck me!”
“I will.”
“Please, please, fuck me!”
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”
“I will never stop loving you. Je t’aime, ma petite.“
“Je t’aime aussi,” she moaned.
Gabriel’s thrusts grew more vigorous as he felt the vibrations of the wand buzzing at her clit. Andrea’s body began to convulse, and the pressure mounted in her stomach. The combination of his thrusts, her body’s reaction to the restraints, the stimulation of the toy, the burning balm—it had all made her body feel like it was on fire in multiple ways.
“Oh, God, yes!” she cried, “Please, please.”
“Cum for me, slut.”
“Yes, yes, Master.”
The slow, intense build of her orgasm that had started on her run had now spread through her core, growing more insistent with every second. Her muscles tightened, and her breath quickened. Gabriel touched her hypersensitive skin as he held her hips from behind, overwhelming her with each touch, each stroke, sending electric waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
As the climax approached, the world narrowed till she could only feel the sensation themselves. Everything else faded away as the heat intensified with the rising, rhythmic waves. It grew faster and stronger until it overwhelmed her. And then, in a breathtaking release, the tension snapped, and an explosion of pleasure radiated outward in shuddering, uncontrollable pulses.
Every nerve lit up, and her body quaked with the intensity and a moment of pure euphoria. She was consumed in sheer bliss. It felt otherworldly. Time slowed, and for those seconds, nothing existed but the overwhelming sensation of perfect, all-encompassing pleasure. The aftershocks quaked over her, leaving a lingering glow as she returned to reality. She collapsed in a heap, basking in the warmth and contentment as Gabriel slipped out of her.
He removed the bindings and toys and scooped her up in her arms, placing her on the sofa under a blanket. Gabriel snuck under the blanket with her and held her.
“Bien joué range,“ he said.
“Étais-je une bonne fille pour toi?” she asked tiredly.
“Yes, you were a good girl for me!” he replied with a kiss.
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