by Gail DeYoung
Corinne dropped to her knees and kissed the Trainer’s boots, showing off the beautiful swell of her well-rounded buttocks. “Sir, I beg you don’t get rid of me! I promise that I’ll try harder to please you, Sir.”
He shook her off his foot. “It’s too late, Corinne. I’m tired of your head games. Let someone else deal with you. I’m finished!”
He turned and was almost to the door when he felt her tugging on his left arm. She held on tightly and slid her hands to his wrist while collapsing to the floor next to him. Eyes filled with tears looked up at him.
“Don’t you see what this girl is doing to you? She’ll ruin you! Isn’t your reputation as the most trusted Trainer in this area worth more than a mere submissive? You’ve earned the respect of every Dom and Domme because they know you will not take advantage of your position with their or anyone else’s sub. I’m trying to help you here, Sir. Send her away. Tell her she’s not right for this lifestyle. I’m begging you, please, let her go before it’s too late!” Her voice was thick with sobs.
“Release my hand,” he said, growling at her. “This is my business, not yours.” He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. If he didn’t already realize it, he knew now that he had to get Corinne out of the house.
“Oh but I’m making it my business!” she cursed at the door. “And you’ll be sorry. By the time I’m finished, you’ll wish you’d never laid eyes on that whore!”
Chapter Eleven
When Damien arrived in her room, he found Kaitlin sleeping on her stomach with her legs spread wide. Her head rested upon her right arm and her beautiful hair streamed down her back, the curled ends resting teasingly near her buttocks. The view from the bottom of her bed as he approached enticed and tantalized him. He realized the pain of her legs rubbing against one another must have been quite uncomfortable, thus the need to keep them apart. Understandable. But oh so very sexy!
He’d love to bury his face between those legs and suck those beautiful lips jutting forth. His cock stirred just looking at her. He had to remind himself that the reason he came to her room was to care for her wounds and that had to be his first priority.
He bent over and studied the marks on her back, legs and buttocks. Luckily, most wounds were superficial, but there were a few deep cuts that needed tending. Ugly blue-black bruises were forming around the deepest cuts, but those too in time would fade and she would be good as new. The room was icy cold, yet she was uncovered. He imagined the heat pouring off her backside was enough to keep her warm. She needed to have medication applied to the deep lacerations as soon as possible. He left to retrieve several items from the medicine cabinet in the restroom across the hall.
When he returned, he gently shook her shoulder.
“Wake up.”
She stirred and rose up on her elbows to regard him. He was relieved to see that the circles under her eyes were gone along with the puffiness he observed earlier. Her color had returned and vibrant beauty had returned to her lovely oval face.
“I’ve come to treat your wounds. Some of the skin is broken. I’m going to apply medicine. This is going to sting, but it will speed the healing.”
She nodded her understanding.
He sat down gingerly on the bed and opened the bottle of peroxide. With a soaked cotton ball in his hand, he leaned over to apply it to her wounds. She faced the wall above the bed.
“Ready?”
Again, she nodded.
“Good girl. Okay, here goes.”
Considering the depth of the wounds, she did a marvelous job of remaining still to allow him to apply the Neosporin after the peroxide. She buried her face in the pillow several times and groaned. He regretted having to inflict more pain onto her already tortured flesh.
“This is not the way to train someone who is new to the lifestyle. I apologize for Corinne’s actions. She has been stripped of all authority over the girls because of this. You no longer have to worry about her ever treating you badly again. Look at me.”
She lifted her face and regarded him with those beautiful, sad eyes. Tears clung to her long eyelashes. A single tear slipped down her cheek and he brushed it away gently with his thumb.
“What was done to you this early in your training is irresponsible. I always take my time with new girls, breaking them in easy. There is great variety in the types of D/s arrangements, from sensuous to sado-masochistic. But you will find that like attracts like. Dominants often try to push the envelope of what submissives will do, but a good Dominant never crosses that line unless his girl has given her permission to do so. That is why my job is so important.
“A Dominant may want his sub to try things she never experienced before that may be frightening and painful to her, but he does not want to ruin the special bond they have, so he assigns her a Trainer to learn the new techniques. If she has to hate someone, then it is best she hate a stranger rather than her Dominant. Then, if she still doesn’t like it, they agree not to do it. Do you understand what I am trying to say? You may speak.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. I don’t want this bad experience to impair your learning process. Do you still want to remain in the program? Under the circumstances, I can understand if you wish to drop out and, of course, I’ll waive the room and board charges should you choose to leave now. It’s up to you. However, I hope you’ll give it another chance. What do you want to do?”
Tears pooled in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. “Sir, I realize that Corinne had her motives for treating me so badly. And I was frightened by the wrath with which she beat me. She despises me. I heard it in her voice. However, I don’t want to leave. I wish to continue, Sir. This is the lifestyle I wish to live.”
He stood and offered her his hand. She accepted it and gingerly lifted herself from the bed. He cupped her face and stared into the depths of her deep blue eyes.
“You are beautiful and have tremendous strength of character. Never consider your submissiveness a weakness, for it truly is admirable.” He leaned down to her, watching her reaction. Her eyelashes fluttered closed and she lifted her face to him. He took what she offered as though he was a man thirsting for a drink from an eternal spring.
Her entire body responded to his kiss, pressing into him, clutching his back and grinding her hips into his. He ran his hands down her sides, then his fingers found her clit and he massaged it gently. He heard the little tinkling sound made by the gold chains dangling from her. She did not whimper in pain, so he assumed that the swelling from the piercing had diminished. Her juices flowed through his fingers, urging him on. Her response drove him wild.
“I want you bad again.”
She nodded and smiled. Within the depths of her eyes, he saw a woman pleading with him to make love to her. He watched as she loosened the leather ties on his vest and lowered it down over his arms. The cloth dropped in a whoosh to the floor. Then her fingers deftly pulled open his chaps and they too slid to the floor in a pile until he stood naked before her. She ran her hands over his chest and down his ripped stomach. He shivered in anticipation. Taking her hand, he led her to the bed and sat looking up at her.
“Come, ride me.” He scooted to the center of the bed and pulled her with him.
She looked down at him and he was already standing at full mast. She swung her legs over him gingerly until she straddled him. Her fingers laced through his and she leaned over him, kissing him tenderly. The gold rings in her nipples scraped deliciously across his chest. As she rose up to seat herself fully upon his erection, she dragged her nails down his abdomen. He moaned and arched his back into her as she drove her sweet mound down on him.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he whispered in her ear when she laid her full length upon him. “Tell me to fuck you!”
“Sir, I can’t move too well tonight, but I want you to fuck me. Let me feel you deep inside me, Sir!”
He obliged her every wish, raising his hips up to thrust his full length into her core. The hot, wet muscle
s wrapped around his engorged cock and squeezed him so tightly that pleasure rippled through his entire being. He felt every stroke of her clit ring rubbing against his cock.
“Oh yes, Sir!” she cried, her head thrown back as she rode him. “You have the most amazing cock. It hits my G-spot every time. I feel every inch of you touching me inside. It’s as if we were built for one another.”
“You’re squirting everywhere. I love how wet you are. Do you feel it?”
“Yes I do, Sir. I feel it dripping between my legs. I can’t help it. I get extremely turned-on by you.”
He massaged her breasts gently and she groaned in pleasure. “That’s it. Give it to me, girl. I want everything you’ve got.”
“Sir…I’m going to come. Do I have your permission?”
He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to come with her, but it would be a few minutes more. He could feel it building, stronger and stronger. Almost there…
“No, not yet. Hold on a little longer. I’ll tell you when.”
“Sir, I don’t know if I can.”
“Yes, learn to hold it. Wait for me.”
He thrust inside her faster and harder, feeling himself swelling ever larger. Near exploding, he cried, “Now!” Together, their screams mingled as their bodies shook with the intensity of their orgasms. She dropped to his sweat-soaked chest and he felt her heart beating wildly against his. He wrapped his arms protectively around her and pulled her into him. His lips grazed her cheek.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“No, thank you, Sir.”
They lay entwined for a half hour while his cock endured aftershocks of their lovemaking. He looked down at her.
“I have to go. I have calls to make and meetings to set up. Will you be all right now?”
“I’ll be fine, thank you, Sir. What time is it? I told Miss Tiffany I would cook dinner while she is on vacation.”
“It’s five p.m., but don’t worry. I already assigned that task to Abigail and Stephanie. They can handle it. If you feel up to it, you can cook tomorrow. Meanwhile, I want you to rest and regain your strength.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you.”
“Also, this week’s schedule is going to be changed. I won’t be working with you in the dungeon tomorrow. I’m meeting three new subs and their Dominants. Your assignment is to spend time in the business office doing research on bondage. There are some very informative websites I want you to visit. You’ll find a list by the computer. I will be putting you in a hog tie during your next training session so make sure you read that topic.
“We will resume our dungeon training Thursday, but not so early in the morning. Meet me there at four. That should give your body time to heal sufficiently. In the meantime, I am assigning a new mentor to you. Her name is Dolly. She arrives tomorrow. Her Master said she is well trained and I believe she will be good for you, even though she will only be here eleven days.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I’ll tell Melissa to bring you something to eat. Oh I almost forgot one more thing.” He walked to the closet and pulled out a white corset, displaying it to her. “From now on, you are to wear this. You’ve earned it. Do you know how to put one on?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good, then have a good night’s sleep. I won’t disturb you later.”
“Thank you.”
He closed the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. The experience had not swayed her from the lifestyle. He smiled. She definitely had the makings of a very good submissive.
Chapter Twelve
“Ugh!” Corinne could not contain her fury. She picked up the pillows from her bed and threw them at the mirror on her dresser. Bottles of perfume scattered across the top and tumbled over the edge. How dare he think he can rid himself of me so easily! Doesn’t he know how much he needs me? We’re a team. Before Kaitlin arrived, Damien told her that he really appreciated her assistance with the subs. Now all of a sudden, she was dirt beneath his feet? Not likely.
Corinne had waited patiently for the right moment to tell Sir Damien of her growing fondness for him. Surely he would make her his sub if only he knew how well she would take care of him. She replayed the scene in the pool last night over and over in her mind. How dare he kiss the new girl when he had never done so with her! And for all she knew, he made love to the bitch also. Unthinkable!
“I must get rid of her. What can I do?” She paced back and forth while chewing the tip of her nail. Then it struck her. “Sir Victor! I wonder if he has found a replacement for Tracy. He’s so cruel, I love it. He’d be perfect for this one.”
She recalled Sir Damien’s promise to replace the wimp whose training package he sold to Victor at the last auction. He told Victor he could have whomever he wanted. To think the last slave asked for release and ran away because he beat her regularly! Corinne couldn’t wait to tell him about the new girl and her passion for pain. This could be just the advantage she needed. Once Kaitlin was out of the picture, she was sure to get back in Sir Damien’s good graces.
“I’ll call Sir Victor late tonight when everyone is asleep and tell him to pay Sir Damien a visit very soon.”
Corinne set her alarm for one a.m. and went to bed, thoughts of her devious scheme playing over and over in her mind. A smile settled on her lips as she drifted to sleep.
* * * * *
Kat arrived at the dungeon at exactly three fifty-seven and waited for Sir Damien on her assigned spot using the proper greeting position. Though their relationship had become much more than Trainer-trainee outside the dungeon, he maintained strict professionalism during the sessions. She respected him for that and did not try to take advantage of her special status.
“You’re on time. Duly noted.”
He walked over to the wall and gathered several coils of rope, then returned to her.
“Stand before me.” She rose in place and waited with eyes downcast. While she stood very still, he wrapped her ankles and worked his way up her legs. She watched in silence while he wound the binding around and around, then secured it behind her knees. Then he stood in front of her.
“Raise your hands above your head and do not lower them until directed. This is going to take a while. I have about three hundred feet of rope here.” His orders were said in a very exacting and controlled manner. Kaitlin realized he was creating a pearl harness, which required a great deal of concentration on his part. She obeyed and did not disturb him as he made a loop around the back of her neck then down to her right breast where he double-wrapped her breast and then did the same to her left breast, securing the harness in the middle with a single wrap that went back up over her shoulder. She felt him fasten the rope behind her, making sure it was not too tight.
“Lower your arms now.”
He tied her upper arms so they almost met behind her causing her breasts to jut forward. Then he came around front to admire his work. She was very impressed with his workmanship.
“Okay, I’m going to help you lie on the floor now.”
He held her by the back and lowered her body gently to the floor in a curled-up position. She felt him secure the ends of the bra’s top with the bottom rope at her knees. It was all very elaborate with special knots. He then double-checked his handiwork.
“Comfortable? You may answer me.”
She wriggled around in the bonds. The rope was very soft and did not irritate her skin and the wrapping was snug, but not overbearing. She could definitely stay tied in this position for hours without any discomfort.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. You see, the point of tying up a sub is to make her feel totally helpless and to release all control to the Dominant. Though breast wrapping has to be monitored to ensure that it does not cut off blood flow to the breast, hog ties like this can be worn for hours. The Dominant will choose how long you will be restrained, depending on his reason for doing so.
“Some restrain their subs to make them totally helpless during a scene or use it as di
scipline. Bondage can also be used to make the submissive very still, as in sensory deprivation. I’ve known some Dominants who have hung their subs upside down briefly from the ceiling, or in an awkward position to expose their pussy lips. Any questions?”
“Sir, do all Doms insist on bondage of some sort?” She was curious as to whether this would be a way of life.
“Some do, depending on their lifestyle. Just as there are varying degrees in submissive tendencies, there are ranges in Dom’s tastes. Some Doms never use rope bondage, preferring shackles, which are much quicker, to secure their sub and some Doms don’t use bondage at all.”
“Hmmm.”
“Yes?”
“Well, Sir, what if it’s too tight and my limbs are turning blue, but I can’t say anything because I have a gag in my mouth, Sir?”
“The Dom has the responsibility to be in control at all times. One of the most important jobs he has is to make sure that he does not injure his sub. You shouldn’t have to worry about that. However, it is always important to agree upon either a safe word or some signal before the bondage session begins—such as head nodding, grunting or blinking—to indicate your concern. That way, in case the Dominant did not realize what was happening, you would make him aware of your condition so that he could double-check his work.”
Kaitlin contemplated her bonds. Though they were definitely restricting in terms of movement, she felt comfortable because the Trainer was there watching her. She had learned to trust him and was not concerned about her safety while he was in control. But that was him…she wondered if she could feel the same about another Dom. She squirmed on the floor, noting that she would be unable to escape her bonds without assistance.
“Is there anything else you wish to know?”
“Well Sir, there is one thing.”
“Yes, what is that?”
“What if I say I do not wish to do this and my Master insists? Do I have the right to refuse?”
The Trainer stroked his thumb across her cheek.
