Sophia’s POV

As excited as I was that I was finally meeting Ash, something rather… demanding… had come up, and I really needed to… attend to it. I may have ended up rushing the tour of the separate wing I had added to our home for Ash to use as she pleased, consisting of a bedroom, a spare room she could use for whatever she needed, her own bathroom, complete with the same enchanted fixtures that Leo had made and installed in ours, taking a second to show her how they worked, and how her wing met up with our wing in the central kitchen and living area where Leo and I had our game nights. Once I finished up her tour, I showed her the shed that Leo had built to house her things, and left her to set up her room however she wanted. I’d been given instructions after all, and I’m a good girl who follows instructions.

When I got to our room and shut the door, Leo was in the shower, giving me plenty of time to prepare. I took off the dress I’d been wearing, placed it gingerly on a hanger in the closet, then opened a certain drawer we kept by the bed, pulling out a length of rope that Leo had made from spare cloth from clothes of the bandits who’d attacked him over the past two years. I walked over to the door of the bathroom, got down on my knees, back straight, head up, eyes closed, and held my hands with the rope in front of me. I stayed in that position for what seemed like hours, but was most likely only a few minutes, anticipation flooding my body. When I finally heard the shower turn off I wanted to cheer, but stayed silent as I was supposed to. I heard the bathroom door open in front of me, and felt the heat outside of my body from the steam still wafting off of him.

I heard his soft footsteps as he passed by me, heading over to our closet, opening the door, and inspecting it. One of Leo’s rules was that I was to keep everything nice and organized, and a couple times, I had been so excited that I forgot that rule, leaving my clothes lying around or tossing them away haphazardly, resulting in punishment. And while being punished by Leo was certainly…delightful, that wasn’t what I wanted tonight. I wanted to be showered with affection, to be praised and adored, so I’d made an effort to be utterly perfect.

After he finished inspecting the closet and the drawer I had pulled the rope from, I heard the soft thumping of his footsteps approaching, and the gentle creaking of him sitting down on the bed directly behind me. I felt his hand gently stroking my hair, as he asked, “Did you do as I ordered?”

I thought of the words he had whispered to me in front of the house, “Go give our new guest the full tour, and be ready in our room by the time I get out of the shower. Then I’ll show you exactly how much you affect me.” I nodded confidently and answered, “Yes Sir.” Clap. He lightly slapped the side of my face, then stretched his hand out. I turned my head and kissed his palm, saying, “Thank you Sir.” And he explained the reason for my light punishment.

“You know you aren’t to move unless ordered or I move you.” Shit. I’d nodded completely by reflex. Thankfully it wasn’t a big enough violation of the rules to warrant a full Punishment, but I would need to be careful not to slip up again. He resumed stroking my hair and asked, “You showed her her shed where I keep her things?”

“Yes Sir.”

“You taught her how to use the enchantments in the bathroom?”

“Yes Sir.”

“You showed her where we keep all of the food in the kitchen?”

Silence.

Clap.

Another kiss to his palm, “Thank you Sir.”

“Answer the question. Did you show Ash where we keep our food so that if she gets hungry, she can make herself something to eat?”

“No Sir.”

He stayed silent, still stroking my hair, before suddenly grabbing it tightly and using it to pull my head back. I managed to keep my eyes closed, but couldn’t help letting a surprised yelp slip out.

Clap.

Another kiss, “Thank you Sir.”

He wrapped his hand that wasn’t holding my hair around my exposed throat, lightly stemming the blood flow to my brain, and making it hard to breathe. Not enough to be dangerous, but enough to establish that He was the one in charge here, not me. He bent his face over my head, his hair tickling my face that I fought to keep still and not react, and when his lips were just a hair’s breadth away from my own, his beard scratching my nose, he asked, “Do you take my orders to be something you can do halfway Sophia?”

The icy danger had returned to his voice, sending a shiver down my spine and heat to flood between my legs. “No Sir”, I replied, praying that he wouldn’t catch the tremble in my voice, or at least attribute it to the hand around my throat.

“So you know full well that any instructions I give to you are to be fully completed, and yet you chose to skip out on this one. Why? Is Ash not deserving of our hospitality? Or did you simply choose to ignore my order halfway through?”

“I simply forgot Sir.”

“You forgot what exactly? That Ash needs to eat? That I had ordered you to give a full tour? What did you forget, Sophia?”

“I forgot to point out the cooler box when I showed her the kitchen.”

Leo remained silent for a while, letting go of my hair and throat, and using his newly freed hands to stroke my shoulders, my back, my arms, before saying, “You forgot huh. I suppose that’s understandable. Perhaps it’s not quite fair of me to expect perfection from you. However.” He reached forwards and took the rope from my hands. When it was out of my grasp I bent forwards, placing my hands and forehead on the floor along with my knees. I knew what was coming, and while I was disappointed that I wouldn’t get the night that I’d wanted, I still felt the thrill of anticipation for what was to come. He firmly tugged on the wooden ring on the back of my collar, lifting it up so that he could feed the rope through, and tie it securely. My handmade leash. He then stood, tugging on it twice to order me to rise up on all fours, and I obeyed.

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“However, you have still failed to complete my order. And so, you will be punished.”

He opened the door to our bedroom, and slowly walked me out. Pure embarrassment flooded through me, as I prayed that Ash wasn’t about to walk over here and see me in this humiliating position, bare naked and crawling like a bitch in heat. But I trusted that Leo wouldn’t have done this if the coast wasn’t clear. My eyes were still closed, so I ended up bumping into the door frame and the wall a couple of times, until I heard him open a door. I didn’t need to be able to see to know what room we were going to. In this situation, the only room that made sense was the Punishment Room.

After walking me into the middle of the room where I knew the table was, Leo squatted down, cupped one arm under my thighs and the other bending my elbows to cup my shoulders, and lifted me up, placing me gently on cold table, where I stayed on my elbows and knees, head pressed against the cool wood. He then grabbed my right ankle, pulled it out towards him, and tied it to a bit of rope that was permanently attached to each corner of the table. He then did the same for my left hand, then my right hand, and my left foot, until I was lying spread eagled on the table. He had walked around more than necessary, taking his time to secure me down, letting the anticipation build within me.

Once all my limbs were tied down, he grabbed a non-enchanted blindfold, and a gag, this one with a carved piece of wood for me to bite down on, and placed them on my head. I then heard his steps softly traveling to the wall where he had hung up all of his…tools. I heard one of them lightly scrape against the wall as he removed it, and I knew what was coming. A thin, light paddle that he had carved from a particularly bendy piece of wood. He then slowly paced around me, occasionally pinching random parts of my body to raise my sensitivity, and then…

Thwap.

The paddle struck firmly against my thighs, causing an intense sting. I managed to hold back my yelp of pain, the rule to stay silent unless answering a question still in effect. He continued his path of pacing and pinching, until… a sharp scraping against the bottom of my left foot. Out of pure reflex, I kicked out at him, my restraints causing a dull thunking sound. He walked over to my head, gently removed the gag, then…

Clap.

Another kiss to the palm that had justly delivered punishment, as I had defied his rule not to move unless moved by him or ordered to move. “Thank you Sir.” He placed the gag back in my mouth, and continued his pacing. When I heard him passing by my feet, I heard a light shuffle against the wall, and before I could work out what to expect next, an intense tickling sensation erupted against my lower lips. I gasped and moaned, reflexively arching my back away, but he followed. The bastard grabbed the damn feather!!!

Thwap.

This time the paddle struck harder, and on my ass this time, and I lowered my body back down to press firmly against the cold table, allowing him to tickle my damn vagina as much as he pleased, fighting desperately not to try to wriggle away. Once he seemed to have enough of that, he placed the feather back against the wall, walked back around, pulled the gag out of my mouth again, and…

Clap.

This time I had both moved and made a sound. I definitely deserved this, though I still maintain that the damn feather is cheating. “Thank you Sir.”

This time he replied. “Despite the gag in place, you still made noise. Perhaps you need a bigger one?” Oh fuck no. We had multiple sizes of gags, and the largest one made me stretch my jaw as wide open as it could possibly go, and was a damn nightmare. “No Sir, I will do better.” He seemed to deliberate what to do for a moment, before accepting my words and placing the gag back in my mouth. He walked behind me and said, “I’ve been preparing a certain spell, specifically for your next punishment. As a new thing, I have to check, do you remember the safe word?”

Cocytus, I sent through the soul bond. A new thing?? Specifically for our next punishment?? A healthy blend of fear and excitement coursed through me. The fact that he had specifically reminded me of the safeword bode that what he was about to do could go one of two ways. Either I would absolutely love it, or I would absolutely hate it. The last two times he had made sure I remembered it were with the damn feather, and the leash. The damn feather I fairly obviously loathed, though not to the point of breaking out Cocytus, but the leash? Oh fuck yeah baby. Make me crawl around, show me I’m your bitch.

“Hmm, perhaps this is a bit too much.” Leo walked over to my head, and I heard the towel around his waist brush against the floor. Either he had dropped it, or he’d bent down. I didn’t know that it was the second one until he had completely removed the gag from my head and placed his lips against my own. “In my old world, there are people who absolutely love what I’m about to do to you, and there are others who treat it as one of their greatest fears. You are permitted to make as much noise as you want to get through this.”

The fear and excitement swelled within me, as anticipation built higher and higher, and I heard his footsteps heading back towards my feet. I felt magic flowing through the air as he said, “I accidentally developed this spell while trying to replicate something that Ash does with her Earth magic. You see, I wanted to remove friction from the ground, so that my enemies wouldn’t be able to stand or move at all, effectively incapacitating them. The only thing is, my understanding of friction is intrinsically tied to my sense of touch. Therefore, I can only use magic to remove friction between myself, and whatever I’m touching. This, however, gave me the inspiration for a more….fun…application.”

I felt his fingers brush against the lips of my vagina, soaking in how wet I had already gotten from him, and he trailed it along my body, up, towards….Oh fuck. I understood what was about to happen, and braced myself. I felt a part of me that had never been explored before give way and open up before his prodding. There wasn’t any pain, as he had removed friction, preventing him from potentially rubbing me raw or causing small tears, but there was a definite feeling of…wrongness. Of violation. That Leo was doing something to me that he wasn’t supposed to, crossing a border from treating me as a bad girl who deserved to be punished, to treating me like a toy for him to use however the fuck he saw fit. Tears welled up in my eyes and a loud moan escaped my lips as he gently forced his finger as deeply into my asshole as it could get. I felt violated, and utterly disregarded in most certainly the BEST possible way.

He kept his finger where it was, allowing me to loosen up and adjust to his newly established presence inside of me, and walked over to my side, using his other hand to lift up my chin, my back arching uncomfortably. He softly kissed me, and boldly announced his intentions for the night. “I am about to use you, with absolutely zero regard as to whether or not this is comfortable for you, until I run out of mana to keep the spell going. This is your last warning to back out.”

I stayed silent, moving only to wiggle my hips, pushing his hand in deeper. He chuckled, then…

Clap.

Another kiss. “Thank you Sir.” I answered his concern.

I heard him walk back around, pulling his finger out, and untying my ankles. Then he crawled up onto the table with me, and bent my knees so that his target was fully accessible. I heard the towel fall onto the table, and then…the most wrong feeling of being spread open, of being forced to submit to this man. To allow him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to me, and to take it all with a smile on my face. Unknown to him, it felt just as good as it did normally, just now with a far more intense feeling of violation. As he got more comfortable, he started thrusting his hips more violently, slamming into me, forcing me to press down harder into the cold, hard, table.

Were my screams from the discomfort of being stretched open a way I’d never been before? Or from the thrill of what was happening? Not even I could tell. Whenever he would finish, he’d take a short break, summoning water despite my silent complaints that he was wasting mana, then change up my position and go again. At some point, he had walked me back to our room still on my leash, his fluids leaking out of my ass the whole way there, and continued the ‘punishment’ on our bed. With his new mana capacity and efficiency, he could keep a single spell running for hours on end, and I was loving every second of it, begging him for more. As he was approaching what would be his final climax of the night, as he was running dangerously low on mana, he ripped of my blindfold, forced me to stare directly into his eyes, and asked, “Who the fuck do you belong to?”

“I-” I had trouble answering the question, as throughout it, he hadn’t stopped pounding away at me. “I–be-elong, t-to you, Sir. I’m Yours.” With my reply, he thrust his hips more furiously than he ever had before, as though beating the words into my body, into my very soul. As I felt him finish, and fill me once more, I heard him mutter, “And don’t you forget it.”, before collapsing on the bed, breathing deeply from the sheer exertion the night had cost him. Not that I was any better. I barely managed to crawl over, and cuddle myself into the crook of his shoulder.

Leo petted my hair, and softly sang to me as he always did after a punishment session, though tonight it was a far more…breathless song than usual. We remained like that, both of us drenched in sweat and fairly disgusting, but with no energy left for movement. I’d definitely need to clean the sheets tomorrow, and the Punishment Room. Fuck. I tossed all thoughts of responsibility out of my mind, and just laid next to my partner, as sleep gradually took us both.

The next morning, we happened to run into Ash, who was making herself something to eat. Apparently, as long as you knew where the kitchen was, it wasn’t actually that difficult to find where the food was kept. Ash was scarlett in the face, but nudged Leo with her elbow conspiratorially despite her evident embarrassment, and said, “Y’know, I wondered why a semi-divine being like Sophia would stick with a human like you, but after a wild night like that….I think I get the picture now.”

Leo turned to me almost robotically and accused in a flat emotionless voice, “You didn’t soundproof our rooms?” His face was scarlett as well. Huh. So he does get embarrassed. Cute.

“It’s never been a concern until now…and I’m not really sure how to. I’ve never done sound magic.”

Leo placed his hands upon his face, and walked off to his shed.