It whimpers. Both you and your girlfriend laugh. Well, your girlfriend for this scene, you should say – really she’s its girlfriend, but this is a pretty nice end to a second date. You hope that you’ll end up girlfriends, certainly.

You both go to speak at once, but you quiet down first. It’s probably best to let your play partner assuage its girlfriend’s fears.

You both smile, and risking the kayfabe, you steal a quick kiss with it.

The three of you break into giggles and collapse together on the bed. It takes another little while to get back into headspace.

The cuck is sitting upright, tied to the headboard of the bed. It’s made of these sturdy metal railings, so you got each of its wrists in a single column, locked off to the bedposts, with each of its legs in a futo, locked off to the same point. You talked your girl through it, getting a bit waylaid by the relative benefits of using coconut rope over incorporating rope spikes with synthetic rope for your particular semenawa leanings. She gave you this little smile you hadn’t seen before as you explained how you liked the way it hurt your hands too, how that got you in the right headspace for domination because it created a connection with your sub rather than disavowing their pain. The smile made your blood pump just that bit harder, and it was all you could do not to kiss her before the scene started proper.

You hoist your girl up onto the other end of the bed. She’s in this cute nightie, bare ass facing your in your full leathers. The cuck had cleaned and conditioned them all the night before, the scent of pine tar something that now gets both your hearts racing. You can’t see your girl’s face, but the cuck’s expression of agony at watching her give herself up to you like this is more than enough. You take out the suede flogger and begin the warm-up. The cuck twitches in its chastity cage with every hit, the sound fluttering across the bedroom. Your girl moans. You’re glad she’s enjoying it.

A lot is riding on this, you realise. It’s the cuck who’s in the leather scene, and this whole thing was suggested as its girlfriends entry point into kink as a whole. It’s hot, having someone’s trust in you – having two people’s trust, even. You get into the rhythm of the beating, watching her ass and thighs jiggle into shades of hot pink. That’s what does it for you, not the acts itself – though the specifics are determined by what you’re specifically nerdy about – but that power. Consent is sexiest when it’s violated, but it takes a lot of work to get there. You pull your girl’s hair, tell her to look at her cuck partner, how they should probably break up if she has any self respect.

You laugh, unsure whether she doesn’t quite get the scene or whether she gets it perfect – or whether she’s just blissed out from the pain already. You sneer at the cuck across the bed. It looks up at you, already tearing up. You didn’t discuss this. In fact, you knew that its relationship was becoming strained. But that’s why there’s no safewords, because you trust each other to trust each other, to be surprising without fear and to fear without doubt. A play breakup here will result in an aftercare of cuddles and kisses and renewed vows of affection, even if all the cuck can think about right now is forcing itself to agree that it is in fact pathetic to be in a relationship with it.

You lead your girl by her hair to give the cuck one last kiss, but keep her just out of reach. The cuck strains in its ropes, strains in its cage, and there’s nothing, no contact, no closure. Your girl takes the initiative in spits in the cuck’s face. That sends a shock of heat right through you. You know it hates that, and you would never, but you suppose it did want its limits ignored. You bite back any sort of apologetic grin to keep the scene going, as your cuck moans and writhes in sensory hell. It knows that there’s no colour imaginable it could name to make you stop.

The crop comes out next. You pattern your girl’s thighs with light, quick slaps, avoiding even touching her with the stem so that it’s all the soft leather tress. She moans in pain at the start, the kind of moans that indicate genuine discomfort, before the endorphins kick in and take care of everything. You pet her hair, tell her to trust you, and slow down while keeping on. As you kiss her neck, you hear it shift into pleasure, a bubbliness coming through the aaa-aaa-aaah-s and all the tension in her muscles melting away. Your cuck is clearly turned on, cheeks red and streaked with tears and spit, its breathing heavy and hot. It starts to look away so you move round and trail a single finger up its neck, leading it back to looking at you. There must be something wild behind your eyes because it immediately looks so much more scared. You grab its chin to hold it still, and you drool. It starts to cry, again.

You turn back to your girl.

She peers up at you, eyes barely focussing, and unbuckles it. She tugs it through the loops of your leather trousers until it’s all in her hands.

She kneels on the bed and lowers her head, holding out your favourite tool. You look over at the cuck, who knows just how bad this goes from here. It shakes its head so subtly that you presume it’s involuntary. You’ll punish it for that later.

It takes a moment but she coordinates herself to face away, turning her ass back towards you.

You hit her. She screams. The cuck moans.

There you go. It’s not quite the most exciting thing ever, but it’s got potential – a decent first step into kink. You hit her again, and again. She screams, and screams. The cuck moans, and moans. The scene could play itself at this point. It’s hot, sure, but once all that tension is through there’s diminishing returns. You keep hitting and your girl keeps screaming and the cuck keeps moaning. When she reaches her limit, you’ll get your strap-on and fuck her, but that’s the epilogue for you. The story is wrapping up now.

Except, mid swing, you hear, “Yel—”

It’s cut short as the belt fulfils its arc. For a moment, all you can hear is your own heartbeat. The cuck seems not to have noticed. Your girl screamed, but she isn’t crying. You bend down and ask,

She nods, barely able to reply.

You should stop. You really should stop. But, you don’t have to. If anything comes of it, you can say you took her response here as confirmation that she was okay to continue. So, you should stop, but this whole kink thing is about pushing boundaries, right?

You hit her again, slightly less hard than before, and she screams, and the cuck moans. This time there’s no rhythm, only a disquieting pause, long enough that the cuck seems to wonder what’s going on. Just as your girl looks back at you, you swing the belt again, as hard as you can. What comes out of her mouth is less a scream, more some guttural wailing that sounds like it’s tearing apart her throat. It only lasts a second as you shove her head into the mattress. The cuck looks at her, its mouth making motions though no words are being formed.

You check her ass and the skin is coming up red, specks of blood appear around the outline of where you hit. Blood wasn’t on the risk profile in either direction – wasn’t negotiated at all. It’s not a limit, then. You dig your fingers in as she wracks her body and shrieks harder into the mattress.

“Stop,” says the cuck.

You turn towards it and spank exactly where you just hit. You feel your girl writhe beneath you.

It seems distraught, some uncomprehending, incomprehensible expression forming on its face, as if it forgot this were all a scene. You feel something electric through your nerves. Your hands start to shake. You really want it to tell you that again, just so you can both find out what you’ll do.

You let go of your girls head and she comes up to breathe. For a second, it feels like you’re floating, like everything in motion will stay that way forever.

Her body falls prone and clenches up. She shrieks and then it cuts as her voice goes. The cuck just stares. You flip your girl over and her eyes can’t fix on either of you, making lazy motions across the ceiling instead.

There’s no reply, except from the cuck:

Again, there’s no reply.

There’s a look of terror across its face as you raise the belt again. Two thwack-s come down across the front of your girl’s thighs, immediately going dark pink. She sounds like she’s choking, but when you check she’s breathing fine.

You hit her again. There’s more blood.

The cuck is crying now, properly bawling. It can’t even see what’s going on.

You loop it back into your trousers and buckle it up. Then, you put on your harness and insert your strap. Your girl doesn’t come to her senses; the cuck doesn’t stop crying. Even as you press yourself into her, the scene holds. There is a morning coming at some point, but right now you’re here, and you can make it last all night.