“Bend over and place your forearms on the bed with your hands palm down Leila,” it was not an order, but it was not a request either. For the first time since I met him, he was actually toning down his persona. Master Jason had a very commanding presence, even when he was not dealing with one of his submissives. I obeyed without question.
As I was waiting for my first punishment, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. My bare buttocks exposed and waiting. I concentrated on breathing as Master Jason had advised me to do. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I counted silently in my head to distract myself from the coming blow.
I heard it before I felt it. The cane arched through the air, a strange whizzing sound. When the cane struck my flesh, all my senses were awakened. A sharp sting on my right side followed by a rush of adrenaline. My knees buckled slightly, causing them to bend forward, pushing up against the mattress. He swung again. This time on the left. ‘Always symmetrical ,’ I could hear him say in my head.
I sucked in my breath sharply through clenched teeth. The areas the cane had left their mark were throbbing and I could feel the warmth rise as my body responded to the sudden assault. I was acutely aware of the sensation as Master Jason reached his hand out and rubbed both sides of my buttocks firmly, stimulating the nerve endings further. He repeated his cycle several more times until my skin was screaming in protest. I cried out loud on his final strike and as Master Jason stroked my flesh, I let my face bury itself into the blanket covering the soft mattress I was now resting on and moaned deep into its comfort.
“Are you alright Leila?” Master Jason questioned, genuinely concerned. Knowing this was my first experience, he wanted to ensure that I was tolerating the intensity I was now undergoing.
I simply nodded. I found it hard to speak and was trying to calm my heart rate down by breathing slowly. Looking up at him, I caught his gaze with mine. A smile stretched across his masculine face. He was definitely pleased with me. The obvious erection attempting to burst through the front of his pleated suit pants announced that loud and clear.
Master Jason waited until my breathing had slowed and the welts on my skin were not as angry red in color before moving on. He was stroking my skin softly with his fingertips, almost a tickling sensation, when his circular movements grew larger. Strong hands kneaded my soreness. He sat down on the edge of the bed and continued massaging.
It took me by surprise when Master Jason suddenly moved his right hand down in between my legs and started stroking my clitoris in long, slow strokes. At first I wanted to reach back and stop him. Keep him from crossing that line. That feeling subsided quickly as he brought his other hand down hard several times. A loud slapping sound mixed with my groans as Master Jason continued his motions. Alternating sides so that each side of my buttocks was evenly punished. I could feel my arousal growing faster, but his rhythm did not. Slow and steady.
My hips began to writhe in sequence with his movements. I felt the rush of heat straight to my loins when Master Jason ceased striking me and instead plunged two fingers deep inside my waiting desire. He thrust his fingers deeper inside me with each stroke, maintaining the rhythmic movements on my clitoris. I forced my hips backward so he could have better access to my depths and he obliged by thrusting harder each time. The combination of pleasure and pain shot to my core and sent me over the edge.
My orgasm came in a fury. My entire body was consumed with ecstatic energy. I cried out his name as every muscle in my body tensed and I was shaking uncontrollably. I saw him rise quickly from the bed and unzip his fly, releasing his engorged cock from its prison. I did not argue as withdrew his fingers and pushed his hard cock deep into me. In one thrust, Master Jason claimed my final release. My fluids gushed out, drenching the front of his pants.
“Fuck yes,” I heard him say as he thrust into me over and over. He moaned loudly when he pulled his glistening member out of my warm folds and stroked it with his hand a few times until he released his orgasm. I felt him shudder against my thighs as his cock spewed forth its final drop. Master Jason collapsed onto my back. We lay there for several moments silently. Our breaths coming in rapid succession, chests heaving together.
Master Jason slowly stood up and backed up a few steps. I waited a few seconds before I lifted myself up onto my elbows. Afraid to stand up just yet, my legs felt like Jell-O and I felt they may give under my weight. I looked over my shoulder at him, avoiding eye contact at first, I noticed what a mess I had made of his pants.
“I hope you brought an extra pair of those with you,” I chuckled, pointing at the large wet stain that had spread across the entire front of his pants and down the legs. My attempt to thwart an awkward situation.
“I feel I must apologize Leila. I have wanted to do that since the day we met, but did not want to cross that line. I could no longer help myself.” He finished speaking and looked at me, a look of concern on his face.
“You are forgiven Master,” he appeared relieved and surprised at the same time.
“Leila, you do not need to call me Master. You have earned your place in my world and I feel you will go far as the dominating goddess that you have become.” He reached his hand toward me and stroked my hair lovingly. “I must say,” Master Jason continued, “I am quite pleased that you were able to handle your punishment without halting me. Impressive Goddess Leila, very impressive. ”
That was the first time I was referred to like that. My new name, Goddess. I liked that. I would soon claim that name as my own and everyone I played with from that point forward would be made to refer to me as such.
-8-
My week seemed to drag by. Anticipation for the upcoming event at the Red Velvet Room had me wishing it would move more quickly. Especially since I had to continue to deal with Mr. Roth until then, when I would finally have my relief. I attempted to keep from getting too frustrated or upset during my arduous days; instead focusing on the glee I was feeling knowing it was only a matter of days before I would be in my safe place.
Mr. Roth came at me with a vengeance from the time I arrived each morning to the time I was released from his clutches. I refused to let him extinguish my elation. It was difficult, but I found it easier as each day crept past to tolerate his torturous behavior. Everything was going well like that until Friday, my final day subject to his wrath.
It was supposed to be an easy meeting. Something we did on a weekly basis. Just he and I going over accomplishments and planning for the week to come. Unfortunately, it became something much more sinister.
“Ms. King,” he started as I sat uncomfortably opposite him at his desk. I did not like the look on his face, I could tell he was up to something and I was about to find out exactly what. “I wanted to skip the usual routine and focus more on your performance. This week has been obviously challenging for you. I am unsure how to help you get up to speed, but I am not satisfied with your performance and will continue to watch you closely.”
He stopped speaking briefly, but I could sense he was far from finished. My mind was screaming at him. How dare he insinuate I am underperforming. I run myself ragged for him despite his ungrateful and egregious actions and I am not up to par? Thoughts racing, I wait for him to continue, counting silently in my head to remain calm, a technique my therapist had suggested during the sessions I met with her after I was diagnosed with chronic anxiety.
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“It started at the beginning of this week when you should have been prepared for the Shareholders’ meeting. You fell short. Your lack of preparation made us look unprofessional and I was quite disappointed.” His mocking eyes burned through me.
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“I had higher expectations for you Ms. King. After all, you came to us from one of the most prestigious law firms in Los Angeles County. Perhaps I was mistaken by taking you in.” He stopped speaking and looked at me expectantly. Obviously, he was waiting for me to say something, to defend myself. I grasped at the thoughts that were reeling throu
gh my mind in hopes of finding my voice.
“Mr. Roth,” I started to speak, slowly, picking my way carefully through the words that wanted to come from my mouth. “I do realize that I have not reached perfection yet, however, I do believe that I do an outstanding job keeping on task and ensuring my duties are complete. Typically, I prepare myself the day prior for the events that will follow. I will continue to work on my performance as I believe I am more than capable of doing this job.”
I continued to concentrate on my breathing, not knowing what to expect next. I found a place on the wall just behind Mr. Roth to focus on. This would allow me to appear as though I was listening closely to what he had to say while giving me the time to keep my head from exploding.
“Well Ms. King, as stated, with your continued underperformance, I have decided to keep watch over you. Consider this your verbal warning.” He finished speaking and turned his attention to the computer monitor on his desk.
It appeared as though I had made it safely through his onslaught. I was trying desperately not to scream at him and point out his failure to acknowledge all the hard-work I performed for him. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. My hands wrenched together, almost painfully, in a feeble attempt to calm my nerves.
“If there is nothing more Mr. Roth, I will excuse myself and continue preparing for Monday.” That was all I could manage to say to him. I was seeing red. My anger at the forefront of my thoughts. I feared what I may say to him, should I subject myself to his presence any further.
“No, that will be all. For now,” he glanced up at me from his screen. I could sense laughter dancing behind his eyes. He found my misery to his liking, otherwise, I would not have been let off that easily. I could feel my face flush as I raised myself cautiously from the chair to exit his office. If I could manage to get out of the office for the day without further incident, I would be a happy camper.
When I exited his office, the cool air in the lobby of the Executive Suite helped to calm me further. I had escaped, but for how long remained to be seen. I walked slowly toward the opposite side of the lobby where my office door welcomed me. I sighed out loud, relieved that the meeting with Mr. Roth ended early. There is no telling what I may have said if I had lost control over my emotions. Something I struggled for daily.
Ms. Salas looked at me sympathetically as I crossed the marble floor and disappeared behind the oak frame. She shook her head and I could sense that she felt bad for how I was treated. She knew if no one else did how much effort I put into my work. I run in circles every day for an overbearing and incredulous employer who at every turn attempted to thwart my efforts. No one else saw the way Mr. Roth behaved toward me but her and I knew that she sympathized with me.
Once inside the safety of my office, the door closed securely behind me, I lost. My emotions took control as I sunk to the floor, again. The tears flowed and my breaths came in quick, short bursts. A relentless flow of anger and frustration. My mind was reeling with Mr.
Roth’s most recent assault. I could not concentrate on my breathing. I could barely see straight as my embarrassment began to consume me.
I remained there on the cold marble floor for some time. Attempts to regain my composure failed time and again. I let the tears flow down my cheeks, leaving streaks behind in my facial powder so carefully applied that morning. Finally, I managed to slow my breathing and get myself under a low level of control. Rising from the floor, the room starting to spin. Afraid I would lose consciousness and fall to the ground injuring myself, I reached out and grasped the doorframe. I stood there for a few moments until my vision started to clear and the dizziness was subsiding. As quickly as possible, I made my way to my desk across the room.
Lowering myself cautiously into my high back chair, I let out a long breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sound of the desk clock ticking away. Each tick brought me closer to composure. Opening my eyes, I focused on the monitor poised in front of me. The last thing I had looked at patiently waiting a command.
I reached for the mouse positioned to the right of the keyboard and rested my hand gently on top. I watched the arrow glide across the screen as I clicked on the email icon on my desktop. It opened quickly and revealed to me that I had received a few messages since I left my office what seemed like ages ago.
In order to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs, I opened the first email I received and read the contents. It was a reminder that Mr. Roth would be in court all day Monday and Tuesday. Thank God, I will have my reprieve. The next email was an advertisement from a company that wanted to handle marketing for G. Roth and Associates. I read the final email and found it to be nothing of consequence, a letter from my mother informing me that she will be in the area and would like to see me.
I rolled my eyes. My mother and I had a strained relationship that dated back to my early twenties. I was young and in love with the first man I had ever given myself fully to. He professed his love to me often until the day he met her. I soon discovered that he was communicating with her behind my back, pouring his heart out to her with desires to find her favor. Although she did not take him up on it, I was scarred forever. From that point forward, I vowed to not commit myself to any man, to use them the way I had been. For my entertainment and pleasure, and nothing more.
Finishing the review of my emails, I decided to go about things as if nothing had happened. I opened a new email message and addressed it to Gordon Roth. Nothing serious as I was still quite upset, simply a reminder that he had court on Monday and Tuesday. I informed him that the associated files for the cases he was handling next week will be left with Ms. Salas at the reception desk for him to retrieve, as always. Matter-of-fact. No frills or niceties. Straight and to the point as I did not feel like being cordial to him after the onslaught I had just experienced. Before I could hit the send button, an email came in. From Gordon Roth, the email declared. Inhaling deeply, I opened the email, leaving my email to him as a draft.
“Ms. King,” I began to feel that he called me that sarcastically. An insinuation that I do not live up to my name. “You are not absolved from going over next week’s tasks with me. I expect to have an outline for next week in my inbox before you leave for the day.” No thank you, not even a salutation. Just an order. When he says jump, I am supposed to say how high.
In response, I copied and pasted the draft message I was planning on sending to the body of the new message. Without hesitation, I clicked the send button and it was off. I was not sure if that email was up to his expectations, but at that point, I didn’t care. I was fuming and ready to escape the confines of this office and secretly wished I could wave goodbye to Mr. Roth forever.
Opening the drawer to the filing cabinet where I kept the current case files, I picked through several large legal-sized folders before locating the ones I was looking for. I stacked them together and retrieved a schedule from my printer I had thought to create prior to my late afternoon meeting with Mr. Roth. I set them on the edge of my desk where they would wait until I was prepared to leave for the day.
Thankfully it was Friday and I could have my outlet later, I had but to summon my pet. He was always more than willing to relieve my tension from my week of tortuous demands. I sometimes felt bad for taking out my frustration on Matthew, but he continuously told me that was his job, to take away my tension. To give me my outlet. I pulled my cellular phone from inside my top drawer and opened the message application.
Texting was not my normal form of communication, I liked to keep it old school and make an actual phone call. That was my style. But today, I had no patience for that and wanted him to be prepared to meet with me. Not to mention, it was much more convenient to simply send a message and carry on about your business while you wait for a reply.
“Matthew, I expect this message finds you well. I wish to see you this evening. Be at my apartment by 9:00 PM sharp.” No questions, just an order.
I cont
inued to get my things together to leave, glancing periodically at the clock on my desk. It felt like an eternity, but the numbers finally came. 5:00 and all is well. That was my cue. I picked up the files I had placed on my desk, grabbed my purse from my desk drawer and headed toward the exit. On my way through the lobby, I approached Ms. Salas and handed her the files.
“Mr. Roth will be expecting these to be available at 8:00 AM on Monday Ms. Salas,” I looked at her, she maintained her sympathetic persona. “If I have not told you lately. Thank you for everything you do. I hope you have a wonderful weekend and I will see you on Monday.” I waited for her reply before bolting out the door.
“You are very welcome Ms. King. I do appreciate hearing that periodically, it keeps me motivated in this,” a hesitant pause, “place.” She played it safe. “Enjoy your weekend Ms. King. If anyone deserves a break around here, it’s definitely you.” She smiled, her eyes lighting up as she did so .
I turned to make my leave and did not look back. I was afraid that I would be sucked back in. As I walked through the door it closed behind me and I felt safe again. The thought of the struggle in traffic briefly but at this point, that was a welcome event. Making my way down the elevator and to the parking structure, I let myself into my vehicle. Sitting behind the wheel for a few seconds, I reflected on the day and was that much more pleased it was finally over. At least for a couple days anyway.
My cell phone vibrated inside my purse and I pulled it out to welcome a message from Matthew.
“Yes, my Goddess,” was all it said. I smiled, instantly feeling better. As I headed home, I reveled in the fact that I could count on my pet to ease my pain. Always.
-9-
Upon my arrival, my apartment was a welcome relief. A relief from the traffic that held me captive for the last hour and a half. Relief from Mr. Roth and his constant badgering and antagonistic behavior. I breathed a heavy sigh as I closed and secured the door behind me.
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