“Is that why people want that kind of pain?”
“Most of the time the need for extreme pain relieves the internal agony but there are the few exceptions. Every once in a while I run across a person who just simply loves the pain but they are rare. Working with them can be difficult, they don’t always have the self-preservation to stop what’s being done to them.” He moved a lock of hair out of her eyes. “I prefer the tortured souls who need it to feel better.”
His lips moved forward and the kiss was gentle but slowly became more. He groaned when his lips finally left hers and he placed a last gentle kiss to the side of her mouth. “We’re done for the night but I’m starving. Do you think you could eat again? This time I won’t put anything against your pussy and you can actually enjoy the meal.”
More time with him, that was a difficult question to answer.
“Yes please.”
He made her stand up while he covered her in a soothing oil. “Lydia has the special recipe for this and we all use it now. It will help with the aches and pains over the next few days.”
“I’ll feel pain for a few days?”
“Mostly muscle strain from fighting the restraints.”
She knew each ache would remind her of him.
They dressed and he placed her panties in her hand. “I would love to keep these but I won’t. I’ll buy you some incredibly uncomfortable bits of lace and after you wear them all day at work and they’re good and juicy I’ll keep them for myself.”
“You are so kinky.”
“You, have no idea.”
Chapter Ten
He was worse than any addictive drug. Her body craved his touch. The pain and ecstasy were part of the same package and she couldn’t comprehend the line between the two. Forty-eight hours and her entire sexual world changed. She felt guilty for allowing him to use and torture her body but she couldn’t resist going back. She wasn’t even sure why she fought it. What more could he do, how much farther could he push? She had to know.
She dressed casually and arrived thirty minutes early. She was heading to the private room when a voice from across the room stopped her.
“Trisha?”
“Oh shit.” She mumbled under her breath. It was Gloria. She turned and prepared herself for the questions.
“Oh girlfriend, you’re the talk of the club. Private time with Master Kyle and you didn’t even call your best friend and tell her. If I was a Dom, I would punish you.”
“Her Dom decides what she is punished for.”
Neither of the women heard Kyle walk up. His hand closed around the back of Trisha’s neck and massaged lightly. It was an entirely possessive gesture.
“Master Kyle Sir, I’m sorry, I was only teasing.” Gloria went instantly into her submissive roll.
“I’m aware of that but my sweet sub was late for our appointment last night and I wanted to remind her that it would be my pleasure to punish her again for tardiness. I’ll leave you to talk for a few minutes and let you make the choice.” His eyes drilled into Trisha’s.
“I won’t be late Sir.”
He walked away but not before giving her a look of mock disappointment.
“Wow, we are having a long talk over coffee tomorrow morning. Now hurry before he gives you a harder whipping.”
“He hasn’t whipped me yet and I can’t believe I’m back here.” Her face flushed bright red.
“Hmm, yes a very long talk. You need to get over your puritanical roots and let your body do the talking.”
“Believe me; my body has spoken to me all day due to last night’s punishment.”
“I’m going to have an orgasm right now. Go, I can’t take anymore.”
Trisha hurried to the room but the staff member monitoring the hallway stopped her. “Master Kyle wants you in room five and he asked me to give you this and said you are to be wearing it when he comes in.” He handed her a shiny pink bag with the handles secured by a long pink strip of lace.
The bag jingled when she took it. She hurried to room five and walked in.
She was in another world. It was amazing and erotic all at once. Gauze cloth in pastel colors draped from the ceiling swaying gently from the wind created by ceiling fans. The room was as large as the play room but had very little furniture. Pillows lay scattered in one corner of the room and against the other far wall was a large four-poster bed. The room looked like what you would see in a harem. She opened the bag and found the reason for the jungles.
The bottom piece was an elastic waistband with red silk scarves attached. There was no crotch and she had a feeling she wasn’t supposed to wear underwear. She hurriedly changed clothes. There were round delicate gold disks that hung down from her waist and ended directly over the front of her pussy. Her bare thighs and hips showed when she walked. There was no top just an elaborate necklace that hung low over her breasts with the same gold disks.
She wasn’t sure where to wait. She pulled a pillow from the pile, and used it under her knees. He walked in shortly after she got into position.
Glancing up, she couldn’t take her eyes from him.
His chest was bare but he was wearing black pants tucked into mid-calf black boots. A wide red sash surrounded his waist. In his hand he carried a long coiled whip. He was sexy as hell but the whip terrified her and once she noticed it, she couldn’t remove her eyes. He came closer.
“Spread your legs wider.”
She didn’t move. She barely heard the words and continued to stare at the whip in his hands. The handle of the whip came toward her face sliding under her chin and lifting it so her eyes looked up into his molten gaze.
“Is there something about my instruction that you don’t understand?”
“I, I’m, what?”
“Tonight wasn’t meant to be a punishment but if you address me incorrectly again I will gladly change the scene.”
“No Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.”
“Then listen closely sweet sub. You will not be hurt tonight if you follow ever direction I give you. I want to play with my whip and I want to use it on your body but not for pain. Are we clear?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then spread your legs farther apart or I will do it for you.”
Her legs moved wider.
He placed the whip beside her and leaned forward taking her breasts in his hand. He held nipple clamps with the same gold dangles as her necklace.
“These are not meant for pain but I want them secure because you will be moving in them.”
They weren’t as uncomfortable as the ones from the night before but her sore nipples still protested and she made a slight noise.
“I know they are tender but each night you wear them your breasts will become more accustomed and I can use tighter ones. Now give me your hands.”
He took a red scarf from his back pocket and tied one end around her wrist. He left about ten inches of material between her hands and tied the other one.
“Place your hands on your thighs.”
She complied.
“You will kneel here while I warm up.”
He walked about ten feet away, turned sideways, and unfurled the whip. The area in front of him was a large empty space. His arm lifted and the whip exploded with a loud crack.
She jumped and he looked over with a grin before focusing on an invisible object in front of him. He cracked the whip again. His body was lean but at the same time his muscles were perfectly defined. They flexed and then relaxed though the harder he worked the more they bulged. She watched and became mesmerized by the different movements of the braided leather of the whip. He continued and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his chest. Wetness spread between her legs and she knew she was probably causing a mess on the pillow.
He stopped and without looking at her walked over to his bag which he placed by the door when he entered. He pulled a red object out and a tube of what looked like ointment. His long legs then walked to the bed.
“Come over here Trisha.” He laid the whip across the top of the bed and she stood and came forward on shaking legs.
His hand went to the side of her face, and with his palm holding her in place; his lips came down on hers in a sensuous kiss. His tongue licked at the inside of her mouth and she couldn’t help the sigh of pleasure escaping her throat. He pulled away.
“I’m using a rubber glove because we didn’t talk about preparation for tonight’s play. In the future I want you to use an enema at least two hours before you get to the club. This will be uncomfortable for your first time but like the rest of your body it will adjust. Now I want you to turn and take hold of the bed post.”
She couldn’t help looking at the items on the bed. The butt plug was red like her outfit. There was a medical latex glove lying with the other items.”
Warm hands took hold of her midriff and startled her.
“You aren’t listening. Turn.”
Her body trembled but she turned away. His hands went to hers, and lifted them to the post putting pressure on her fingers to grab the smooth wood. He moved her body back and then placed his hand on the small of her back pushing slightly. She leaned forward.
“Spread your legs.”
She moved her feet out about a foot from each other.
His black boot and thigh went to the inside of her right leg and moved it further over.
“Rest your head on your arms looking away from the bed and relax.”
A nervous giggle left her mouth but then she heard the plastic glove snap into place and her body stiffened even more. Kisses began caressing her hip, moving to her bottom cheeks.
“Your ass is beautiful. I fantasized about sinking my cock deep inside it two nights ago when I masturbated. This is a small plug and I want you growing accustomed to the stretching and feel of it.”
His fingers massaged the cleft of her ass, and traveled over without touching the pucker and moved down further to her labia and swirled around at the entrance to her wet pussy, spreading her natural lubrication over her outer lips.
His gloved hand traveled back up and lightly moved in a circular motion over her anus. His hands left her for a moment and she heard lube squirt onto his fingers. They returned to where they were before but she felt the coolness of the ointment.
She knew it was going to hurt and she tightened her ass cheeks.
“You need to loosen your muscles sweet sub. It won’t be that bad unless you stay tight.”
“I’m trying.”
“Slap.” His hand landed hard on her ass which was still sore from the night before and she suddenly sucked in air with the pain.
“You forgot a key word in your reply.”
“Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”
“Better.”
His ungloved hand went to her pussy and he circled her clit. She felt his lips on her back and he sucked gently and then moved to another spot. She already had two hickeys on the inside of her thighs from the night before. He enjoyed marking her body and it was as erotic as hell. She didn’t mind as long as no one could see them. She didn’t realize her muscles loosened as he continued his assault on her body until his finger slipped past her sphincter muscle and caused discomfort.
His finger worked slowly in and then back out but never completely left her body.
“God you’re tight. This will feel incredible around my cock in a few weeks.” This was said between the suctioning kisses and his other hand rubbing her clit harder.
“Ahhh.” She couldn’t help it. His hand left her clit and then she felt added pressure against her ass. His finger came out as the plug went in.
“Ahhre. Oh god please take it out.”
“Shhh.” She heard the rubber glove snap off and then his hands were back on her pussy. His sucking kisses moved down over her ass cheeks and continued to the insides of her thighs. She had no idea how many marks he left on her.
“Come for me sweetness, don’t fight it.”
The butt plug was uncomfortable but her clit was heating up and she felt her orgasm rise to the surface. Suddenly the plug moved out slightly and then reseated. Her pussy clenched and the walls of her vagina throbbed. The butt plug moved again and she screamed.
He continued to move his fingers in and out of her pussy until her muscles stopped pulsating. His hands took hold of her breasts and pulled her upright. His lips went to her neck but he didn’t suck. He turned her around and took her mouth. His erection ground forward into her cunt and his hands went to her ass and kneaded her butt cheeks adding pressure to the plug.
“Now it’s your turn to please me.”
She’d dreamed about giving him a blowjob the night before. Luckily she woke up before she had an orgasm but her body burned for an hour before she fell back into an exhausted sleep.
He walked away from her and messed with a control on the wall by the bed until music flooded into the room. It was Indian flute belly dancing music with a low drum beat in the background. He came back and took her hand drawing her to the other side of the room. She couldn’t help but notice he picked up the whip. She also noticed the fullness inside as she walked. It was only slightly uncomfortable now and caused another flood of juice to slide out of her pussy.
He stopped in the center of the large open area.
“I need you listening very closely.” His eyes drilled into hers.
“Yes Sir.”
“I will not strike you with the whip but you must do exactly as I say. I used it earlier to get you accustomed to the sound when it cracks. You cannot jump or move suddenly. All your movements will be slow. Do you understand?”
“Ye… No Sir.”
He took her hands lifting them over her head. “You sweet Trisha, are going to dance for me. Slowly you will move your hips and legs. I will tell you when to speed up.”
“Dance?”
The slap to her ass was sudden and pushed the butt plug in.
“Sir.”
“One more time and we will have a punishment session after you please me. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good, now dance sweet sub.” His hands went to her hips and he moved them sensually to the music before letting go and walking away. She continued to move but watched as he unfurled the whip. She slowed momentarily.”
“Close your eyes Trisha and don’t worry about the whip.”
“Yes Sir.” Her eyes closed instantly.
The snap startled her but she realized it was nowhere near. She relaxed and began to get into the music. She felt sexy and the slight jingles caused by the gold disks added to the sensual feeling.
She didn’t jump at the sound of the next snap but she felt the breeze by her thighs. It was close but he said he wouldn’t hurt her and she was beginning to believe him. She let the dance take over and the next pops caused the breeze at different points of her body but she didn’t flinch.
“Keep dancing but open your eyes.” She did as told.
“Move, just like you’re doing.”
A few more cracks of the whip struck close but she didn’t care.
“Now spin for me.”
“She turned.”
“Faster, I want the skirt to fan out.”
She spun.
The whip sounded and a section of material floated to the floor.
“Keep going.”
She felt dizzy but continued to twirl as her skirt continued to disintegrate with every snap of the whip.
“Stop.”
She stopped but her head whirled and she took an unsteady step to the side.
“Get your equilibrium back.”
“Yes Sir.”
He gave her a minute.
“Can you stand very still now?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good my sweet sub, don’t move.”
His hand rose and the whip spun out over his head but before she even realized it was heading directly at her the long braid wrapped around her torso and circled her breasts and stomach. The nipple
clamps were pushed in and a tightening of the whip pulled her body forward until she stood in front of him. There was no pain, and with a shake of his wrist the whip slipped to the floor and he took her mouth in a punishing kiss. His body was slick with sweat and so was hers. He pulled his mouth back.
“Come.”
He led her to the bed and turned her so she was sitting on the edge. The butt plug pushed in and she squirmed.
“Hands over your head.”
He sat on the side of the bed, and removed his boots and then stood and took off his pants and underwear in one move. He took a condom out of the pocket before he let them drop to the floor. He tore the wrapper and rolled it slowly over his cock then stepped between her thighs.
He pulled her body toward him so her ass was almost off the bed.
“This will be hard and fast.”
Her eyes opened wider and then he slammed into her pussy going all the way in until his cock hit her cervix and his balls hit the butt plug. He didn’t give her time to breathe before he pulled out and rammed in again.
She cried out but he didn’t stop. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take any more, his groan accompanied her cries. He slowly sank down next to her body and pulled her in close. His heart was beating rapidly. She hadn’t had another orgasm but she knew this fuck was not meant for her. She actually giggled slightly.
“And what could you possibly find funny?”
“I’m sorry Sir.”
“No tell me. I seldom have subs laugh after finishing a scene.”
“It was something Gloria said.”
“I can only guess, go on.”
“She said I would improve my oral skills because the male Doms all want blow jobs every night.” She took a slow breath “I’m sorry Sir that was inappropriate of me.”
He laughed and pulled her in close whispering in her ear.
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