by P Nelson
Flynn huffed out a sigh and tried to focus on whatever Linkin was explaining to him. He was fucking ready to take on a sub. If it didn’t work out with Calla, he could set her free into the sub pool in thirty days. No harm, no foul.
“So you see, we could fully automate the whole security system and program it to recognise a single house safe word. Once used, an alarm would sound, and the dungeon monitors would be on it.” Linkin sounded pleased with himself. He should be. The man was a genius in tech. Just not that great with everyday relationship stuff, which is why he and his partner Martin played at The Cage with their shared sub, Delaney.
“Listen, I like the concept, but I’m not going to rely completely on an automated system to tell me if a sub is in trouble in my dungeon.” Flynn’s words may have sounded gruff, but he couldn’t help it. Calla looked fucking gorgeous and nervous as hell as she padded her way over to where Flynn was standing, arm in arm with Delaney who was bouncing on her toes she was so excited to see her Doms.
The scarlet corset looked perfect against her pale skin and the scrap of lace Flynn had given her to wear was as enticing as he imagined. Could he even finish the dungeon walk-through before getting to his knees and using his teeth to pull it off? He was going to have to try. Flynn was not going to let a sub ruin his reputation as a hard-ass Dom.
“Check out the new sub.” Linkin muttered, and Flynn stiffened beside him. “She is one hot piece of ass.”
“Linkin, remember what we talked about?” His partner Martin shook his head and scowled at his partner. “You’re supposed to respect all the subs. Like we respect Delaney.”
“I do respect all the subs, and I love Delaney”, Linkin announced. “I’m just saying that the new girl has a very well-proportioned body, in a mathematical sense, almost perfect to the naked eye.” Flynn’s hands flexed a few times.
“Linkin, that sub is taken.” Martin was much better at reading people than his partner.
“It doesn’t matter. I only want Delaney. I was just explaining”, Martin cut off Linkin.
“We know what you were thinking, big guy.” Martin slapped his partner on the back and smiled over at Flynn. “Have a big night planned, Master Flynn?”
“Yes, with my new training sub”, Flynn announced with a hint of pride. Even though they hadn’t played together, and they met only once in person, Flynn was convinced they were more than compatible. If she had any doubts, Flynn would persuade her otherwise tonight.
“Master Linkin, Master Martin.” Delaney and Calla had finally arrived to save him from his friends’ surprised looks. Sinking gracefully into a slave pose with her hands placed on her thighs facing up, Delaney let her curtain of thick brown hair fall over her face.
“How is our girl this evening?” Martin asked his sub as Flynn blocked out the rest of their conversation and focused entirely on Calla. She was staring up at Flynn with wide hazel eyes filled with complete trust.
“How are you feeling this evening, Calla?” Flynn asked and reached out a hand to touch her silky hair. He nearly groaned at how soft it was. He imagined it floating around his thighs as she struggled to take his cock in her mouth.
“I’m nervous.” She smiled and looked up at him. Flynn could read her unease in her eyes. She needed her Dom to give her instructions to follow.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about, Calla.” Flynn let go of her hair and took a step back squaring his shoulders. “When you come out onto the floor, I want you to greet me in slave pose with your hands on your elbows behind your back. This will signal you’re ready to play.” Reaching into the pocket of his leathers, Flynn pulled out an intricate gold chain. “This will be your training collar, and you must wear it when you’re on the dungeon floor.” He watched as Calla pulled her thick blond hair away from her neck. Flynn fastened the chain and watched as the fine hairs on her skin rose. He managed to stop himself from kissing her slender neck, and he leaned back and gazed at his collar around her neck. Perfection. “Show me your pose, little girl.”
“Yes, Master.” Calla called Flynn her master for the first time. He realised with a groan it was going to be a long night before he got her upstairs into his private room. He watched as she sank down into slave pose and did her best to hold her elbows behind her back. Calla might not be the most graceful sub at The Cage, but she looked like temptation as her hair fell forward over her breasts.
“Good girl, Calla.” Flynn walked forward and placed a hand on her head. It felt natural for him to step in and gently force her head onto his thigh. Pushing her hair back from her face, he commanded, “Calla, look up at me.” The sight of her mouth so near his cock made his voice tight. “We’re going to walk the dungeon floor this evening, watch a couple of the scenes. Then, I want to take you up to my privacy room where I will start to learn your pain thresholds using my hand and a crop on your ass. We will be having sex. I want you to tell me if this plan is acceptable to you.”
“Yes, Master.” Calla’s eyes had grown round at Flynn’s expectations for the evening, and he felt his chest expand. She was definitely interested, but from his experience, Flynn wanted to make sure.
“You have been very good with the verbal responses, but I want to hear you repeat everything I’m going to do with and to you tonight”, Flynn pressed Calla. Communication was a necessity in the lifestyle, and she needed to communicate everything she was thinking and feeling with him. As a psychologist, she should be good at this already, but Flynn saw the blush of embarrassment rise onto her cheeks. Flynn watched several emotions pass over her lovely features before she cleared her throat. He was so proud of her bravery.
“My master and I are going to walk around the dungeon and watch some of the scenes.” Calla’s voice had become so breathy it was almost too hard to hear over the thumping of the industrial music filling the club. “My master is then going to take me to his private room where he will spank and whip my ass before he takes my pussy.”
Flynn smiled at her dirty description. “Everything you said is correct except for a couple of things.” Calla frowned up at him, and he patted her head to comfort her. “I will spank and whip the ass that now belongs to me. I will fuck the pussy that belongs to me. Do you understand, pet? From this day forward, your body and your orgasms belong to me.”
“Yes, Master.” Calla swallowed hard, and her breathing had her breasts clinging to the top of the corset. One bump or wrong move and he would see those beautiful breasts bared for the whole dungeon.
“Good, now up you come. I’m eager to begin the night.” Flynn held out his hand, and Calla used it to help herself up. She was going to have to practice getting in and out of that pose for her master. She had seen how graceful Delaney was when she sank to her knees for her masters and felt a bit jealous.
Flynn placed an arm around Calla’s waist, and she sunk into his larger body. It felt so good to lean on him; the act of just walking with him beside her made her relax. Calla took in as much of the dungeon floor as she could. Flynn stopped to speak often with other Doms and Dommes. None of the people that approached spoke to her directly, but they asked Flynn questions, which he answered. Most of the talk had to do with the everyday running of The Cage, and it left her ample opportunity to take in her surroundings.
A circular bar was in the middle of the warehouse. Stools, tables, beanbags, and big cushions surrounded it. Calla knew from the information package she received that there was a two-drink maximum here and that it was preferred if people who were engaging in scenes waited until after to indulge. Platforms stocked with various instruments of torture lined the warehouse walls. Since it was a Friday night, most of the platforms were in use with a good number of spectators. Calla was eager to get a closer look at the scenes.
“Come, girl, Master Dillon has a scene that should prove interesting.” Flynn guided Calla around people.
“Master Dillon?” Calla questioned. “As in the notorious porn star Master Dillon connected with Miss Go Lightly, sorry, Miss Moretz?”
“The one and the same.” Flynn agreed without even looking down at Calla. It was a good thing because she was frowning over this piece of news. The scandal between Dillon and Moretz had threatened the very integrity of the porn industry not to mention the BDSM community. Dillon was practically the poster child for BDSM and to have an ex-partner accuse him of abuse started a frenzy in the mainstream media. All this aside, Calla knew even from the brief time she had interacted with Flynn that he would never let someone who abused women into his club.
“Here we are”, Flynn commented as he positioned Calla in front of him and she leaned back against his heat. Her bare ass cheeks pressing into his erect cock covered only by his leather pants. She fought down the urge to rub herself all over his hardness and concentrated on the scene before her. She had a feeling this was a test, and she wanted to pass it.
Calla focused all her attention on the man and the woman playing on stage. A stockade was set up on the platform. It was sideways to the crowd, so she had a side view of everything that was happening. Master Dillon was talking quietly to a sub who was wearing a black silk robe. He had his large hands wrapped around the girl’s face as he spoke, and she answered him, but Calla was too far away to hear what he was saying. Master Dillon smiled widely at the girl and tilted forward to take her lips in a searing kiss. The sub did nothing more than accept the passionate kiss, keeping her hands to her sides while her knees bent slightly at the pleasure.
Master Dillon ignored the crowd as he let his hands slip down either side of his sub’s neck following the curve where it met her shoulder. Hooking his hands under her silk robe, he tugged the garment off. Calla watched the fabric fall and pool around the sub’s feet with a slow exhalation. The beautiful sub stood absolutely still as the crowd took in her nude form. Master Dillon again whispered words that were inaudible to Calla before stepping beside the sub. He placed a hand on her back and guided her over to the stockade.
Letting go of the sub, Master Dillon pulled the top of the stockade up and made sure it was secure before turning back to the sub. He beckoned her to come forward, and she did so immediately, with no hesitation. Calla was impressed with the girl’s trust in Master Dillon. Even though she was beginning to trust Flynn and she desired him, she wasn’t sure she could place herself in the stockade without a tiny bit of reluctance. She felt Flynn’s hands begin to rub up and down her arms. He must have sensed her momentary discomfort and was now easing her.
“Master Dillon and Adriana have played and worked together many times. They are both aware of each other’s hard and soft limits.” Flynn’s voice sounded in her ear, making Calla shiver and her nipples harden. The tight bodice of the corset rubbed against her sensitised peaks creating a delicious but frustrating friction. She tried to distract herself as she watched the couple on stage. Master Dillon was locking the stockade, trapping his sub with her head and hands in the wooden frame while her ass and pussy were exposed and vulnerable for his torture.
He walked around the front of the apparatus to make sure his sub’s long red hair was off her face and her hands still had circulation. Moving behind the sub to a small table, Master Dillon chose a few items before standing behind the sub again. Pulling her legs farther apart so he could inspect his prize, he spoke for the first time. He placed the items he had collected on her back.
“Has my sub been a naughty girl?” His voice was stern, and Calla jumped slightly. The sub inside of her wanted to respond to Master Dillon if the sub did not.
“Yes, Master.” Arianna replied and wriggled her bottom. Master Dillon smacked both of her ass cheeks with one hand in rapid succession.
“Are you a brat?” Master Dillon asked as he pulled the woman’s ass cheeks apart and massaged.
“Yes, Master.” Arianna replied in a voice that was completely unrepentant. Master Dillon picked up one of the items from Arianna’s back and Calla could see that it was a tube of lube.
“Why are you being punished, girl?” Master Dillon’s voice had become harsher as he pressed the lube into her asshole. Arianna let out a squeak before groaning loudly. Working first one and then a second finger into Arianna’s ass, the sub pushed back against her master’s intrusion, but he did not stop. “Why are you being punished, girl?” Dillon used his free hand to smack Arianna’s ass a few times. The sound of the smacks and Arianna’s response to Master Dillon fingering her ass had Calla rubbing her legs together. The lace of the tiny thong Flynn had given her to wear was damp. She knew from her experiences at The Feather Flogger that she was a voyeur. With Flynn’s hard body pressed against her back, Calla only needed a tiny bit of stimulation on her clit to have an orgasm amongst the crowd.
“I masturbated, Master.” Arianna cried out as Master Dillon pulled his finger free of her ass. A loud wail of protest emerged from her lips, and Master Dillon responded by smacking her ass again. “I masturbated all fucking week thinking about this scene, Master.” Arianna cried out as Dillon poured lube on the anal plug he grabbed from her back.
“Oh, little girl, you’re going to be punished and fucked very thoroughly for being such a naughty sub.” Master Dillon bent over, and his face became a mask of concentration as he pressed the butt plug covered in lube into Arianna’s prepped ass. Calla’s own ass cheeks clenched as she watched Arianna take the plug that was much wider and longer than Master Dillon’s fingers.
The corset crushing her breasts against the soft fabric stimulating her nipples along with the fine boning sown into the garment squeezing her ribcage together was becoming arousing to the point where she wanted to shout. On stage, Master Dillon was wiping his hands and surveying his work.
“You look beautiful, girl.” Master Dillon praised, and Arianna turned her reddening face to the crowd. Her hair was damp and stuck to the sides of her face, but she wore a small, knowing smile.
“Thank you, Master”, Arianna replied as Master Dillon went over to the small table laid out with his tools for the evening. He picked up a cane and tested the bend with both hands. Calla’s heart rate sped up even further at the sight of the cane. She had never had one used on her before, but she loved the sound it made as it whistled through the air.
“Like what you see, girl?” Flynn’s voice sounded near Calla’s ear, and she felt his hands move down the sides of her corset and over her ass. One hand held her by the hip, while the other slipped between her ass cheeks to fondle her thong. His seeking fingers dipped lower until they met the wet folds of her pussy. “You must like what you see.” Flynn pressed a finger inside of her and Calla couldn’t stop her ass from grinding back on the finger. Flynn added a second digit to her channel and Calla moaned low in her throat. His erection against one ass cheek added to the erotic tension.
The sound of the cane, followed by the slap of it meeting Arianna’s flesh added to Calla’s arousal. Flynn moved the hand on her hip up to her throat and held her in place, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her now sopping flesh.
“Should we go upstairs to my privacy room?” Flynn asked as he held her immobile against him while waves of pleasure coursed through her body from his clever fingers. She wanted to go somewhere private, but she also didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. Flynn pulled his fingers from her pussy. “I asked you a question.”
The loss of his fingers was frustrating, but it made Calla’s decision easier. The sound of Master Dillon’s cane hitting Arianna’s flesh as she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain was reaching a crescendo. “Yes, Master. I want to join you in your private room.”
“Good girl.” Flynn released the hand he was holding around Calla’s neck and brought it around her waist once again. He turned her to face him as he put the fingers that had been in her pussy in his mouth. Calla watched as he deliberately sucked her juices off his fingers making her pussy clench. “You’re delicious, little girl, and I’m a hungry man.” Careful not to disturb the rest of the onlookers, Flynn managed to guide them both out of the crowd.
The Cag
e had filled up since Calla had started watching Master Dillon and Arianna’s scene. She wanted to stop and have a really good look at all the interesting people who were enjoying their night of kink. The bar area was full of different Doms and Dommes conversing with one another while their subs waited for their masters to finish. There was an easy vibe about the place that The Feather Flogger lacked. By the nods and waves sent Flynn’s way, Calla could tell that he was a well-respected member of the community he had built here.
Master Flynn guided her to the rear of the warehouse where there were two sets of black, cast-iron, winding staircases leading up to a second-floor balcony that wrapped the whole way around. Calla walked up the steps ahead of Flynn, and she could feel his gaze on her ass every step of the way. Once they reached the second-story landing, he guided her all the way down to the front of the building. Using a card he pulled from his leathers, he opened the door to his private dungeon, and the lights came on automatically. Calla stood immobilised by what she saw.
“Are you nervous, little girl?” Flynn asked as he looked down at her and stroked her cheek with one finger.
“No, yes.” Calla let out a quick laugh in embarrassment as she tried to collect her thoughts. Taking a few deep breaths, she looked up into Flynn’s worried gaze and smiled so hard tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “It’s just your dungeon, your private space. It’s beautiful. If I were going to create my own little world, I would definitely choose your decorator.”
Flynn tilted forward and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Since I’m the one who picked out every single piece of furniture and every toy in this room, you’ll might as well stick with me and let me use them on you.”
