I was tempted to take a little break in my office or the bathroom and help myself out, but I knew Master would know. There was no way I was going to risk any more punishment on top of the one I was getting for calling him gay when clearly he wasn’t. Thankfully I kept an extra pair of panties in my purse for just such occasions.
After changing them in the parking lot of the club, I went in to receive my punishment. He’d been waiting just as I suspected. As soon as my knees hit the cushion, he’d entered and the vibes coming off him nearly sucked the air from the room. Or maybe it was that I was so attuned to him and ready for my punishment.
Stripping off my bra, I waited for him to give me more instructions. I was left waiting for long, silent moments before finally he told me to stand. Once on my feet, his hand trailed over the pearl necklace I was still wearing. A hum of appreciation vibrated out of his chest.
“Do you know what these symbolize?” He asked. The heat from his body radiated to the front of my barely-clothed one.
“No, sir.” I shook my head.
“Then why do you wear them?” His finger hooked in them and tugged like he was going to yank on the strand —to break it.
“Because you gave them to me, sir. They remind me of you when I have them on,” I quickly answered. My hand itched to grab the necklace away from him so he couldn’t take them from me.
“Good answer. It is also a sign of ownership. Consider it your training collar. Do you understand?” He dropped the pearls, but let his fingers trail up the opposite side.
“I wear this when you are training me?” I replied and shrugged. I didn’t understand.
“No. When you wear this it is because you are mine. No one else is to touch you unless I give them permission. It is a training collar because I am training you in the ways of BDSM. I have a more formal collar that I want you to wear for tonight since I have something special planned, but when outside of the club this is your collar. Do you understand?” His foot steps retreated then returned. Something cold and slick touched my neck before he tugged all of my hair over one shoulder.
A solid, heavy weight wrapped around my neck as he fiddled with the backside. I lifted a hand to touch it. Leather and metal.
He stepped back and I dropped my hand. His hand glided down the column of my neck gently before wrapping around the side. Stepping close to me, he dropped kisses along my neck. “I love seeing my bite and kiss marks on you.”
“I like having them there, sir.” I bit my bottom lip as a rush of warmth hit my pussy. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced when he bit me. When I’d caught a glimpse of the marks in the mirror, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Having him kiss and caress them was only that much more erotic and sexy. If this is how he was going to treat them, I wanted to have them on me all the time.
Master stepped away from me and I felt an odd tugging sensation from around my neck.
"That, my pet, is a true collar and leash around your neck. This is what you will wear whenever we are around other members of the club." His hand stroked along my hair, then cheek, as he spoke.
All I could think was that he'd said around other members, which meant that we were going to be leaving the room together. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around my breasts, concealing them.
"No, Precious. You will not cover up. Show off that beautiful body that is all mine. Every man in the room will want you and every woman will wish they were you." His gentle fingers pried my hands off my arms, making them drop to my side.
I didn't say it, but I couldn’t stop the thought that other women would only want to be me because I was his. I knew my punishment was coming and didn't want to add to it by upsetting him.
"Stand. Follow where the leash leads you."
Following his instructions, I felt incredibly awkward and unsteady trying to walk without knowing where I was going. After tripping twice, the pressure on the leash disappeared, so I stopped, only to feel the heat of his body radiating against mine.
"If you stop trying to figure out where to place your next step and simply trust in where I'm leading you, you will stop tripping. Trust me to keep you safe." His hushed voice vibrated over me and I nodded once before his heat disappeared and the tugging started again.
Closing my eyes, I tried to do as he asked. Trusted that my feet would land upon solid ground with nothing in my way that would trip or harm me. Surprisingly, after a few steps, it got easier. I knew he had to be leading me down the hall that I normally entered through, or one like it, since the noise of my heels on the hard floor was quieted by thick, sound proof walls.
When we exited the hall, entering a big, open room, I could feel the difference. The temperature dropped a few degrees and the hum of voices got significantly louder.
My arms itched to cover my bare breasts, but I kept them down. I wished I had pants on to wipe off the sweat accumulating on my palms; instead I only had slightly damp thighs. Even as my mind spun in a million directions and I tried to absorb where I was and what was going on, I followed Master as he led me through the room.
"Sit on your knees," Master told me, and I dropped to my knees where I stood. I could hear him talking in hushed tones with someone before I heard the creaking of leather. "Scoot forward and move to my side."
Tentatively I reached out and found his knee with a hand. I moved based on where his knee was to sit next to him. My knees hurt and my thighs were uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to kneeling so long and after spending so much time in the private room before once again being on my knees sent shooting pain through my lower extremities. It wasn’t so much pain that I couldn’t continue sitting as I was, but if I was going to be in the same position for too long I knew I’d have a hard time walking right away.
"Precious, we are going to sit here and let everyone get a good look at my beautiful sub. Spread those gorgeous thighs. Let them get a glimpse of that sweet pussy." His voice had the thickest British accent I'd heard yet. The deep, stern tone had me biting back a moan as fire spread through my body.
Spreading my thighs, I straightened my back. I was determined not to let my nerves show. I'd never been so uncomfortable in my life, but I’d also never felt so safe. I knew Master wouldn't let anything happen to me. It was not being able to see who was there, who was looking, who was talking that made it so hard.
I lost track of time as I sat there listening to quiet voices carrying on conversations about a wide variety of topics, not just sex. In the background, there were occasional yelps and shouts that very well could have been pleasure or pain, but without having an image to go with them I couldn't say for sure. Master was talking to another male, but I'd grown bored with the topic before tuning into other conversations taking place. I made sure to keep my thighs spread and back straight even through the pain was slowly getting worse. Occasionally Master would stroke my hair or arm, but not once did he address me. A few people even stopped to comment on me sitting there, but he managed to usher them on quickly before returning to the man he was conversing with.
"Can you stand?" A hand wrapping around the back of my neck let me know he was talking to me.
"Yes, sir." I moved to stand, but found that as I had feared my legs and knees were very slow to cooperate and the pain grew worse as I finally got to my feet.
"Take a moment," Master told me, holding my elbow for balance.
It took a few moments for my legs to get circulation back and the pain to lessen. Once it did, I said, "Ready, sir."
After being led for a few steps, I was instructed to take a step up and figured I was probably on one of the many stages I'd seen in the main room before. A hot, firm hand on my lower back showed me where to go until I felt something cold and wooden pressing into my upper thighs.
"Bend over, arms above your head," Master told me.
Bending at the waist, I felt my chest come in contact with a flat surface before raising my arms above my head. A thick strap wrapped around my wrists, binding them together.
Footfalls told me Master was moving around — his hand trailed over my back as he moved. That hand followed the length of a leg until it closed around my ankle. Another strap bound my ankle to the device I was draped over before he repeated the treatment on my other leg.
As soon as the final strap was secured, effectively holding me in place, the air became thicker — harder to pull into my lungs. My mind raced to comprehend the situation and sensations. I was in the middle of a room filled with any number of people without any way to escape while being unable to see. I had to completely trust Master or else I was going to hyperventilate or have a panic attack. Not wanting to have either happen, I repeated over and over that Master would take care of me.
A cold, unfamiliar brush along the center of my back made me gasp and fist my hands. Once the trail ended at the top of my ass, it lifted from my skin. The slight displacement of air against my ass gave me a millisecond’s warning before the burning slap lit up my left cheek. The impact felt familiar, almost like the crop Master had used before.
"Since you wanted to play games with me, it is time for you to find out why that is not a good idea. This will be your first punishment, so I’m going to go easy. Next time I won’t be." Masters voice was rough and harsh. He was not happy. "Count them. If you miss one, I'll start over. Understand?"
"Yes, sir." My voice wavered, betraying my nerves. The warm press of his hand upon my lower back was the only comfort I got before the sharp impact fell upon my right ass cheek, leaving behind a burning sensation. "One, sir." I didn't hesitate in responding. That had long ago been ingrained in me.
Each strike was harder than the one before, but I managed to count out all ten without breaking down or finding that blissful, floating peace that helped turn pain to pleasure.
"Precious, your ass is glowing red on either side of your thong. While incredibly sexy, that was only the warm-up. Now the actual punishment starts." Master's hand gently caressed the flame burning on each cheek before his touch disappeared completely. Suddenly, his hand landed on one cheek then the other. The loud slap of skin on skin echoed in my ears as the burn shot through my entire body. Oddly, the burn from his hand was much greater than the one the crop had left.
"Sir?" I managed to whisper after swallowing back a whimper.
"Yes?" He responded right away.
"Am I counting these as well, sir?" The question allowed the burning in my ass to lessen. My mind was fighting over what I was feeling. It was painful, but not, at the same time. The shock of new sensations was the primary feeling I recognized.
"No." His terse answer was followed by a rapid succession of blows on alternating cheeks until I felt the weightlessness starting to slip over me.
I'd never been more thankful that I didn't have to keep count because I'd already lost track, and the floating sensation made everything seem so light and fuzzy I doubted I could speak as quickly as the blows were raining down. Eventually, they stopped and my ankles were released, then my wrists followed. Instead of being moved, I was simply turned onto my back before my wrists were again bound over my head.
"Mmm, yes. Floating now, aren't you, Precious?" Master's smile was clear in his tone even as I felt his hand slide down between my spread thighs, barely brushing against the center of my body. One at a time my feet were lifted so they rested on what oddly felt like stirrups. The position opened me up as Master stepped between my spread legs.
Feeling slightly disconnected from everything, it was hard for me to focus on Master. Even when his fingers caressed the sensitive skin along the crease between my legs and hips, all I could manage was a moan of agreement. The rough tug on one side of my panties made my hips jerk against Master’s. His hard erection pressed against my thigh through his pants before he pushed aside my panties and stepped back. My entire lower region was revealed to Master.
“Fuck, yes. All soaking wet. So much for punishment. You loved getting your ass spanked. Let's see how much your greedy pussy can take." Pressure against my opening had me arching my back as his fingers entered my body. Feeling the stretching of sensitive tissue as he thrust them roughly in and out of my body made me groan. "Three fingers and that greedy pussy just sucks them in. How about four?" Without waiting for my response, another finger joined and the pressure increased.
Shuddering, I closed my eyes behind the blindfold. It didn't hurt, it felt good.
Thankfully, he slid them slowly in and out of my needy body.
I’d never felt so full, so wide open. My hips writhed as I met him thrust for thrust. Moans tore from my throat. My body wasn’t my own, it was his to do with as he wanted. I was just there to experience the pleasure he gave. The thrusts stayed slow, but hard. Each one moved my ass against the table below me, rubbing the tender tissue. It only added another level to the intense level of erotic pleasure throbbing through my entire body. My release built but managed to stay just out of reach.
"Damn." Hot breath brushed against my neck as Master’s weight pressed down on me. His cock again pressed against my thigh as he dropped an open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. The fingers in my pussy continued their torment. Master whispered roughly against my ear, "I want to fuck you right here, right now. Feel how hard my dick is for your tight little pussy? Just seeing you take my entire fist in your dripping cunt makes me want to come. Our first time won’t be in front of a crowd, though. You aren’t ready for all of me yet anyway. Don’t worry, though, I’ll take care of your needy pussy.”
Crowd? Fisting? I didn't know which scared me more. I could feel him add his thumb into the mix; instead of pain as I expected, ecstasy vibrated out from my pussy. I could feel his finger tripping against my G-spot on the front wall of my pussy even as my body struggled to embrace everything he was making me feel.
His weight and heat left me only to resurface between my thighs as his wet tongue flicked against my swollen, throbbing clit.
My thighs trembled from the stress of being so wide open for so long, but I fought to keep them open. To embrace how incredibly good it felt to have Master giving me so much pleasure. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, just like everything he introduced me to. My back arched, pressing harder against his hand and mouth. An orgasm unlike any I’d ever felt before was building, growing, encompassing my entire body. Just as the pleasure was about to crash over me, he moved away leaving me empty and weeping. Literally. Tears sprang to my eyes even as I struggled to hold them back. I was beyond pride, beyond caring. I begged, “Please. Please, don’t stop. I’ll do anything.”
Without a response, Master stood between my legs, hands pressing my thighs further open as he ground his hard, cloth-covered erection against my throbbing, begging mound. His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking hard on the tender tissue just to the side of my nipple for a moment before his teeth sank deep.
A moan escaped my throat as I rotated my hips, against his still reaching for my release. My fists wrapped tight around the rope that bound them as air rushed in and out of my lungs. The denial of my epic release almost hurt. As I struggled to hold back my tears, I barely felt it as Master sank his teeth into my other breast briefly before lapping his tongue over both bites he’d given me.
I was coming to realize that orgasm denial was Master’s favorite method of punishment.
Chapter 16
John
Damn. I was quickly becoming addicted to the sweet moans and sighs coming from Alix. Bringing her right to the crest of release only to back off and hear her frustration made me smile. She was learning the hard way who was in control. I was and it was easy to see that denying her orgasms was the easiest way to show her that. I was always in control. She might push me to my limits, but I wouldn't let her break down the carefully constructed walls I'd put up. I was the Master, she was the submissive. While I might give everything I had for this little woman and her wanton cries, I would be the one in charge. I had to be with her.
"Please. Please, more, Master." Even her voice was needy as she begged, rub
bing her wet pussy against my erection.
"No," I whispered in her ear before dragging my tongue up the outer edge. "You will come when I tell you to come and not before. Unless you need to come so badly you won't mind taking another punishment for it." God, did I have a punishment in mind for her. It was one I'd only used a handful of times, if that. It was brutal, it was sexy and it was painful, but it taught a lesson in a way she'd never forget. I hadn't stopped thinking about her breathlessly confessing her addiction to me. While my addiction was one I was much more adept at hiding, I felt her pain. The need to do something that you didn't want to do, yet wholeheartedly wanted to do. Only another addict would be able to relate and understand what it felt like.
Grasping onto her inner thighs, I dug my nails into her flesh. She moaned and rolled her hips against me. It was clear that she was a pain slut. The crop didn’t break her, no matter how much muscle I put behind it. Even using my palm took a lot to finally get her into subspace. My own palm still burned from the effort I’d put behind her spanking. She was a masochist who perfectly matched my sadist. Her body begged for me to do my worst so that it could enjoy every second of the pain I gave it. She might not understand it, but I did. I was going to make damn sure she understood why we were the perfect pair. Her body called to mine on a level that words would never be able to express. Her response to me revealed just how perfectly we were matched.
It wasn't that I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to cause her pain. I wanted to control her. I found pleasure in the way her body enjoyed everything I did to it. She didn't scream out and crawl away from me like I was a freak. She bowed her back and pressed her hot pussy against me while begging for more. She needed what I could provide her with, she wanted what I yearned to do to her. I needed what she blessed me with, the control. That was what made it different than hurting her. It was something I desired to give her and something she wanted. If I had my way, and I’d do my damnedest to do it, she would never regret what we had and did. That was the difference.