Crack.
"Two, sir," I sobbed as I fought with everything inside me to do as he asked so as not to get more punishment.
Crack.
"Three, sir." Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as my hands fisted, nails digging into my palms. My legs threatened to give out, but I locked my knees, determined to make it through them all.
Crack.
"Four... sir." It took me a moment to get my mind to focus through a hazy cloud that was slipping over everything. My hands relaxed their grip. The fire in my ass was no longer a pain-filled burn, but a pleasure-searing flame.
Crack.
Words were out of my grasp at that moment. Nothing mattered. Nothing hurt. A calm, quiet, serene feeling filled me from head to toe and I had no desire to stop what we were doing if that meant that this blissful feeling was going to leave.
My mind hadn't been this calm in... forever. Something always needed to be done. Someone always needed something from me. The rare chance I had freedom from work, my body and the ever-nagging addiction that raged and tormented me constantly were there to keep me company and my mind busy.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, not remembering closing them. Everything was dark, no matter which way I turned. Panic swelled and I tried to jump up from wherever I was lying, but hot, strong arms tugged me tight against a warm, firm body.
"Shh. It's okay. You are okay." Soft breath brushed against the top of my head.
"Where am I? What happened?" I tried to push the spiderwebs out of my head so I could figure things out on my own.
"You went to something called subspace," Master J said as his hand brushed against the back of my hair in a soothing manner. "It's when you are pushed past pain and into pleasure. They say it's like going into a cloud. Floating and calm."
"Yeah, I suppose that's a good way to describe it." I smiled lazily. Knowing that what had happened was actually a normal reaction had me wanting to do it again.
"I'm sorry I didn't see you were already slipping before the final punishment. But I got you down as soon as I realized you'd gone nonverbal on me." That relaxing hand continued to run through and over my hair.
"Nonverbal?" I lifted an eyebrow even though he couldn't see it.
"When you are unable to respond. That can be for something feeling good or bad. Its safest to immediately stop when that happens so you don't get hurt," he explained patiently.
"Oh. Okay." I didn't know what else to say. I didn't even know such things as 'subspace' and 'nonverbal' were possibilities in such an environment.
"How are you feeling?" His voice was soft and caring. A soft thumb brushed against my cheek tenderly.
"Good. Really relaxed. I don't know if I can walk, so I hope you aren't going to tell me I have to leave right now." I laughed softly and then stopped when he didn't join me.
"No, Precious. We will stay here, just like this until you are feeling more like yourself."
A moment of uneasy quiet hung between us although I wasn't sure what it was that I'd said that bothered him.
"Can I ask my questions?" I asked, trying to bring up an easier topic.
Chapter 10
John
Walking into the room and seeing Alix on her knees with those sexy thigh-high hose and garter belt on had nearly taken my breath away. She was already heart-stopping beautiful; then to see her stripped down to barely-there panties and having her pussy so easily accessible practically broke my control. Grinding my teeth, I knew what she'd planned. She had hoped for that exact thing and she would have to take a punishment for trying to push me to fuck her when I'd already told her it wasn't happening. She swore that it hadn't been her intention and I let her think that she was going to get away with it, but she'd get her punishment for it.
When she'd stood up she showed that she'd left her heels on, which only served to elongate her legs and flex her ass as she stood there looking more perfect than any other woman I'd ever laid eyes on. I realized that she indeed had not intended to tease and push me, but didn't realize just how desirable she was. How that was even possible, I'll never know. I fought myself constantly to keep my hands from straying. Having her trained and ready to be everything I needed, while also being all that she could be, was more important than a quick romp and release.
It wasn't hard to see, ever since the first time I'd seen her in the club that she was meant for a submissive relationship. She flourished helping people; her pain tolerance was the highest I'd ever seen in a submissive. She got turned on more than hurt when the crop had landed upon her. I planned to push her further to see just how much she could take.
After hooking the ribbon around her wrists high up on the wall, I picked up a flogger, then stood admiring her submission. She was uneasy, yet she stood waiting for what I would give her after a small warning to trust in me. Rolling the loose ends of the flogger together like wringing a towel, I let it come down on one shoulder then the other. It was a bit more of a biting experience than a figure-eight flogging was, until you really put some strength behind your swings and let the straps bite into the subs skin.
It took a while before her skin even started to turn bright pink, showing that she was feeling it, the blood rushing to the skin. Her head lowered between hits, her shoulders flexed just before the flogger came down, and I stopped. Her reactions were telling me that it was getting harder for her to take and with what I had in mind to do next, I didn't want her pain to be too bad...yet.
Standing in front of the wall, I stared at the various canes hanging there. I didn't want it to be too intense since it was her first time with a cane, but I wanted to test her limits. I picked a flimsier one. It'd hurt, but not nearly as badly as the strong, non-flexible type.
When I returned to her, I rubbed the cane along the underside of her ass, hinting at what was coming. If she ended up liking the cane, it would excite and scare her with the impending caning. The first crack against her ass didn't get even a reaction from her except to count as I'd instructed her. Pain slut if I'd ever seen one. She took it and waited for the next one. I could tell she was crying, but she wasn't using her safe word. She wasn't begging me to stop, she wasn't even sobbing. Not until the third one did she sob, but it wasn't a body-wracking screaming cry of pain. After the fourth one, I could tell she was starting to reach subspace; her body visibly relaxed, her head lolled downward. When the fifth and final one landed and she didn't count, I knew she'd fully slipped under but not in a way that I was comfortable.
One could slip into subspace and still be responsive, most were. Sometimes if it came over the sub to quick, they'd become nonverbal or if they were in too much pain, they wouldn't be able to speak through it. While it was okay if they were in subspace, it was not if they were in that much pain, but if they overlapped and she couldn't tell me that she was in too much pain she could be gravelly injured without a way to tell me.
As soon as I'd realized what happened, I dropped the cane, unhooked her arms and carried her to the bed. Removing her arm restraint, I threw it over the side of the bed, not caring where it landed. I pulled her to my chest and rubbed her back and hair slowly, calmly, even though my insides were anything but calm.
Once she took a deep breath and realized where she was, I relaxed. As much as subs enjoyed subspace, doms enjoyed the adrenaline rush of taking control. As I answered her questions, I let my own high subside. That is, until she laughed about me forcing her to leave before she was ready to go. I didn't find it funny that she'd think I would make her leave when she was still coming down. Then again, she'd never been to subspace before or realize that it could be a very bad thing not to be nurtured right after a scene like we'd had.
She laughed uneasily and changed the subject to her questions.
"Sure, Precious, ask your questions." I wanted to take off her blindfold. I wanted to lay her down on the bed and let her feel the weight of my body over hers, but I knew that it would only lead to temptation and make it that much harder for me not to give in to her beautifu
l, curvy body.
Her hand lifted to rub my chest, but instead of asking her question, she sat up and looked in my direction. "I have a question, sir."
"I already said it was okay for you to ask them," I responded, unsure of where she was going.
"I mean, I guess, I have a request then." She moved uncomfortably for a moment.
"And what is that?" I lifted an eyebrow even though she couldn't see me. I was curious.
"Since I am not allowed to wear my clothing in here, sir, I was wondering if I could ask that you not wear your shirt." She took a quick breath and continued before I could respond. "I just think it would help our connection. You get to see me, I don't get to see you. If I could feel your skin, your heat, against me, it would help me feel more comfortable."
I rose and quickly unbuttoned my shirt before pulling it off and draping it over the foot of the bed. Returning to my spot, she lowered herself so that her head was once again to my chest, a contented sigh leaving her lips at the contact.
"Thank you, Master."
Biting back a groan at the term, I hoped she couldn't feel my throbbing cock just inches away from her. Rewrapping my arms around her, I returned to rubbing her back. "Your questions, Precious?"
"Oh, right, sir. I’ve been thinking about these since the last time I was with you. I was wondering how long you think I will have to wear the blindfold, sir? It's not that I mind, but I would like to see you and everything going on as well." She drew shapes on my chest with the tip of one of her fingers.
"That will depend on how well you behave. It is to encourage submissive behaviors. You experience everything more vividly when you are lacking one of your senses and sight is the easiest and most efficient to take away. Do you fear me to be impossibly ugly or some such thing? Is that why you crave to see my face?" I knew it had to be one of the reasons a woman wouldn't want to be blindfolded by a man she'd never seen.
"Yes, sir. Well, no, sir. I mean, I don't think you are ugly, but I would like to have a face to put with your voice and your touch."
"What if I let you touch my face? Then you can get an idea of what I look like, but you are not allowed to remove the blindfold. Not yet." I grabbed her hand that had been drawing on my chest and held it to my cheek before moving it over my face, when she started to move it on her own, I let go and let her explore. I didn't know that it would help comfort her much, but it was the best I could do.
"Mmm," she hummed as she rubbed her hands against my beard stubble. Then she traced the outline of my lips repeatedly.
My cock jumped, begging for her attention while I tried to hold as still as I could for her perusal. Grabbing both her hands, I had to stop her from torturing me any further. "Your second question, Precious?"
"So, I've been doing some research on this whole BDSM lifestyle, and I’d just like to know if you have any other submissives besides me that you’re training?" She sat back, her hands falling from my grasp as she kept her distance from me.
Sitting up, I reached through the dark before grazing her shoulder. My hand slid up her shoulder to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her gently forward until we were practically nose to nose. "Precious, I don't have any other submissives. Before you caught my eye, I hadn't had a submissive in a long time. I was trying to deny who I was, who I used to be, but everything about you shouted for my dominant side to take over and make you mine. As much as you are surprised by our connection, I am as well. While I am teaching you the ways, I also want you to know you are very special to me." I don't know why I told her so much, but it came out so easily I couldn't hold it back. I wanted her so damn much, but we both had our own issues and I didn't want them to get in the way of what could very well be the woman meant for me.
"Can I ask another question, sir?" she hesitantly asked, her nerves in her voice.
"You aren't satisfied with your two questions?" I loosened my grip on her neck.
"I am, sir. I just don't understand why you picked me. Why me? What was it about me? I'm nothing special. There are much prettier women, women who are already trained to be your perfect submissive, women who wouldn't be so difficult and time consuming." Again, she pulled away from me.
"Precious, that's exactly it. Don't you see? You are special because you will be trained just for me. You will be the only person who knows exactly how to please me, as I will learn exactly how to give you what you need and want. Even with a trained submissive, it takes time to build a relationship that both parties are comfortable in." I paused trying to figure out how to explain it more to her.
"But we don't have sex," she added quietly.
"That's where most people are incorrect in their assumptions about BDSM relationships. It's not about sex. It's about finding pleasure in pain or being tied up or whatever your kink may be. If both partners agree to sex, then sex may occur, but it is not necessary," I informed her.
"Oh. I see." She moved off the opposite side of the bed. "Would you like to inspect my ass now, sir?"
"Yes." I wish I'd turned off the lights, but I'd moved so fast to make sure she was okay that I didn't think of it. I knew she was growing weary of the blindfold and not being able to see. Walking around the bed, I ran my hand down the length of her back before hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties. With one swoop, I pulled them down to her ankles. She let out a soft gasp, but didn't move. Tenderly, I ran my fingers along the lines that were still evident across her ass where the cane had come down. She'd have bruises from the cane, unlike the crop. Good. I was glad she'd have something to keep me on her mind over the next couple of days. "You will have some difficulties sitting over for a few days. I want you to think of me every time you feel the pain from it. Remember how it felt to soar in subspace because of me."
"Absolutely, sir," she said with a smile on her face.
"You were a good girl today. I look forward to the next time." With that I made my way to the door on the opposite side of the room and closed it with a loud snick so she'd know that I had left the room. It was always a task to make myself leave her, but it wasn't fair to make her keep the blindfold on for too long as it could disorient her and be a bad thing. On the other hand, I enjoyed having her in my arms all the same.
I grabbed my bag that carried an extra set of clothes in it and escaped through the back entrance of the building. I didn't want her to see me walking around the front of the club. The gift I had arranged to have left for her had me excited to hear from her. I'm sure it would be a surprise, but I wanted to see her wearing something of mine. The bruises would do a good job of keeping me on her mind for the next couple of days, but they would heal and go away. The gift I left wouldn't. It was my way of claiming her even if she wasn't aware of it. One day I would explain it to her, but she was still quite new in the scene and I didn't know how she'd react to me wanting to collar her.
Chapter 11
Alix
Hearing the door close after Master J left, I stood and pulled my panties back up. After everything that had gone on, I was still a little off-balance, trying to wrap my head around it. Walking around the bed, I looked for anything else that I could take as a reminder of our time together. The ribbon my wrists had been tied with lay on the floor. Quickly grabbing it, I glanced once more around the room. A slim wooden cane was on the floor — the cane he’d used — but that would be too hard to sneak out.
Returning to the small dressing room, I found a note waiting along with a square package. Holding the package in one hand, I pulled the note from the envelope.
Precious,
This is a gift for you to wear and remember me by. Keep it close to you just as I will keep memories of our time together.
Already anticipating our next time,
Master J
The sweet tone brought a smile to my lips as I carefully pulled off the top of the box, unsure of what I was going to find. Inside was a beautiful single strand of pearls nestled in blue velvet. Slowly, I pulled the necklace out and set the box aside before draping
them around my neck. Pausing to admire the gift in the mirror, I ran my fingertips over the glittering white spheres. Never in my life had I been given such a beautiful and expensive piece of jewelry, or any gift really, let alone from a man I hardly knew.
Stepping into my clothes, I couldn’t help but peek at the mirror to see the gift Master had given me. Once fully dressed, I faced the mirror again. Even though it was a simple necklace, feeling their weight against my skin, seeing their shimmer in the mirror made me feel more beautiful than made sense. After running my fingers through my hair, I pulled open the door to the hallway. As I made my way toward the front, I could hear the quiet hum of voices along with the occasional scream or moan from the main room. It was easy to forget there were so many other people in the building when I was alone with Master. He made me feel like I was the only person in the world when he was around.
We hadn’t known each other, but he somehow managed to put my mind and body at ease more than ever before. He was also so careful and precise with his actions, never once hurting me more than I could take, more than I was begging for deep down. How he managed to read and understand my body better than even I did, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter as long as he continued doing it. That was all I cared about.
Not to mention after each time we met, he let me get little pieces of information about him. I gobbled up every single niblet he gave me too. The way he held me so tenderly was exquisite as well — like he didn’t want to let me go. Maybe he felt the intense attraction that I did, but he still refused to react and satisfy my other needs.
By the time I got home I was exhausted, so I stripped naked and fell into bed. The next morning, I couldn’t help but keep touching the pearls and smiling as they reminded me of Master and the night before.
As I stepped into the shower, I glanced over my shoulder to see my ass in the mirror. There were five distinct lines straight across my ass that were sure to turn into beautiful bruises. They were still bright red welts that I knew were going to make sitting down most of the day interesting. There were other larger marks on my back from the flogger, but not as severe as the marks from the cane.
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