Tygers 4: Sweet Awakening

by Melinda Barron

  She hated to admit she was fascinated, but she was. The people being “punished” wiggled in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Walker led them to one area where a female submissive was tied to a St. Andrew’s cross. She was flat on her back, and two Doms were dripping candle wax over her breasts and pussy.

  “Ouch,” Harper whispered.

  “Actually it’s quite fun for everyone,” Walker said. “You have to make sure you follow safety precautions, but the sensations are quite pleasurable for the submissive, or so I’ve been told.”

  “And what does the Dom get out of it?”

  “Pleasure from having someone submit to them,” Walker said. “You remember when I told you that a true Dominant wants his sub to feel pleasure, and he wants to care for her, or him? For their well-being?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s what I get out of it. Pleasure from that.”

  “What makes a true Dominant different from what Sawyer said this man with Helena was, a true Master?”

  “A Dominant doesn’t want control over every part of his submissive’s life. I would hate to have a submissive whom I had to guide in everything. I want one who thinks for herself, and who knows what she wants.”

  “You mean one who knows she wants to serve you?”

  “Exactly.” He stepped in front of her. “Would you like to try the wax?”

  “No. I mean, maybe, but not… I don’t know.”

  “I’m very good with wax.”

  Harper lifted her gaze to him. “You? I would think this would be more up his alley.”

  “I heard that,” Oscar said.

  Walker laughed. “Bad, Slick. I think I have to punish her.”

  “It’s been punishment enough wearing this plug for the last two hours. May I take it out, please?”

  “No,” Walker said, his voice firm. He looked down at her. “It stays in until we get to the room. And you have a punishment coming. Follow me.”

  He took her second leash from Oscar, who gave it willingly, then led her around the room. He seemed to be searching for something, but she didn’t know what. They passed racks and chairs being used for whippings. She cringed when they got to the stocks. She didn’t want to be put in the stocks again. She’d hated that, and she was sure she would hate this one even more.

  People were throwing balloons filled with pudding at the submissives who were in the stocks, coating their bodies. And they could walk around them, so they could get the front as well as the back.

  She breathed a sigh of relief when he passed it by. Until she saw where he was heading.

  “Master Walker, please.” She pulled on the leashes. “Please. Don’t make me.”

  “This is punishment, Slick. You opened your mouth and a smart-assed comment about one of your Masters came out, and that can’t be tolerated. I want you to use this time to think about why you’re really here. You know Helena is alive and well, so that’s not it. I want you to think about the things we’ve done, and whether or not you’ve enjoyed them, because I believe you do. I think you don’t want to, but you do. Allow your mind to work, Harper, because you have some things to work out without help from Oscar or myself.”

  He stepped closer to the corner of the room. A man in black leather stepped toward them. He was heavily muscled and very handsome with dark hair and piercing eyes. If she wasn’t so nervous, Harper might have been impressed with him. Instead, she was just scared to death.

  “Welcome, Masters. I’m Master Dominic. And you are?”

  “Master Walker and Master O. This is our sub Slick.”

  Master Dominic bent down to look into her face, humor glinting from his eyes. Harper wanted to scream at him that this wasn’t funny. That there was no way she was letting this happen.

  “Welcome, Slick. Have you been a bad girl?”

  “Yes, she has,” Walker replied. “Thirty minutes?”

  “Perfect,” Dominic said. “I’ll have her ready for you when you return.”

  He took her leash and started to lead her away. She pulled on it and turned to Walker. “Please, no.”

  “Now, Slick,” Dominic said. “Don’t make me add time on of my own accord. Come along.”

  She glanced back and forth between Walker and Oscar. It was Oscar who stepped forward.

  “Do you want to use your safe word?”

  She swallowed hard, her heart beating out a heavy rhythm. Did she? If she said it, she knew it would end. And how strange that it was Oscar, and not Walker, who made the offer to her. She wouldn’t have expected it of him.

  There was a large part of her that wanted to say yes, but there was a larger part that didn’t. Maybe Walker was right. Maybe she needed to think by herself. But she thought this was sort of over the top. She wavered back and forth until finally, she shook her head.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then go,” Walker said softly. “And remember what I said.”

  “Be a good girl, Slick,” Dominic said. “Come with me.”

  He tugged on her leashes and she followed him, her hands shaking as she walked.

  Walker and Oscar stood on the other side of the railing. Dominic stopped at a cage and dropped her leashes. He went to a board and wrote “Slick,” with the number thirty behind it. Then he crossed back to her.

  There were other names on the board, and Harper knew that meant there were people in the cages suspended from the ceiling. The cages were covered in black, though, so you couldn’t see the person inside.

  “Give me your wrists.” She held them out, surprised when Dominic stroked her shaking hands.

  “There’s no pain involved in this. You don’t need to be frightened of me.”

  “Maybe not physical pain,” Harper replied.

  “Very true, but you have to trust your Masters, and me, on this. Use your time in the cage to reflect on why you’re being punished. It will do you a world of good.”

  Dominic turned Harper toward the cage. It was slim and round, about six feet high.

  “Step inside.” His voice was soothing, but she had no doubts in her mind that if she fought him on this he would fight back, and win. She stepped inside the cage, the metal cold on her feet. He attached her bound wrists to a chain and then pressed a button. The chain lifted her arms around her head.

  “Thirty minutes,” he said. He nodded to a submissive who placed a blindfold over Harper’s eyes.

  “No. Please.”

  “Shush, Slick. Since it’s your first time I won’t gag you, but if I see you here again this weekend, I will. I’m going to leave the covering off so I can watch you. I do it with all newbies. That’s why you’re blindfolded, though.”

  The door clanged shut and he said, “Take her up.” The cage moved on its lift. It seemed to rise forever, and then it stopped. Harper fought down panic as she twisted on her bindings.

  “Relax, Slick,” Dominic said. “Use the time to think. Use the time to reflect. No one’s going to leave you up there, I promise. When you’re relaxed, your time will start.”

  What? Her time hadn’t started yet? That wasn’t right. She took several deep breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Finally, she stopped moving, put her head on her arm to relax, sighing when Dominic said, “Start the clock.”

  Chapter Twelve

  She tried not to think of the people watching her. She knew a naked woman chained in a cage would draw attention. But then again, most people were probably concentrating on the punishments going on around them.

  Her arms would be sore when this was over, but that really didn’t bother her. She knew Walker was right. She needed time alone, to think. This wouldn’t have been the optimal choice for her, but she guessed she would have to make it work.

  What was it Walker had said? He wanted her to “think hard about the things we’ve done.”

  She knew that was very true. Her heartbeat had slowed to normal now, and her hands had stopped shaking. She thought about all the things they’d done, about the spankings, and the wh
ipping Oscar had given her. She thought about the dreaded stocks and about them fucking her, both in her pussy and in her ass.

  But most of all she thought about the way they’d made her come for the first time. No one had ever taken the time to make sure she enjoyed a fantasy enough to have an orgasm. Was it true what they said, that a real Dominant cared about what his submissive was feeling? Because whether she liked to think it or not, she knew both Walker and Oscar cared about her.

  The idea boggled the mind, but it made her feel very good about herself. And it made her wonder about what Oscar had said. Don’t hate me because I make you do things, Harper. You could have said no. There’s always that choice. You know what really bothers you? Deep inside you, you know you liked it. It turned you on.

  That was the part she was having the most trouble with. Deep down inside she had enjoyed it. All of it. She’d enjoyed the intense stimulation they provided, and yes, truthfully, she even enjoyed tasting Mistress Megan.

  The front part of her brain told her it was disgusting. That she was becoming a slutty hedonist, just like her mother. The back part was telling her it was fine to enjoy physical pleasure, to let herself go and explore new things.

  She could control her feelings. She could control herself. Just because she liked sex, and liked submitting to Walker and Oscar, it didn’t mean there was something wrong with her. It meant she’d found something she gained true pleasure from. To ignore it would be a crime against herself.

  Which brought her full circle to what Walker wanted her to do. Figure out why she’d come to Paragon’s with them. He was right, although she hated to admit it. She knew Helena was alive. Maybe she was in a bad situation, but they were doing what they could to find her. She hadn’t had to come here with these two men to find her sister.

  What were her real reasons for being here? To find Helena, or to discover more about herself? And if she was here for herself, was that a bad thing? True, she’d found out things about her sister, but she’d also learned more about herself since this had started than she had about Helena. She wondered if Helena had gone on this same journey when she’d started on the road to submission. Had she thought about her reasons and considered what she was doing, or had she just dove right in and let the chips fall where they might?

  Knowing Helena, it was probably the latter.

  And what happened now? Did she tell Walker and Oscar she wanted to be submissive, that the things they had done were thrilling to her and she wanted to experience more? What would they do to her if she said that? Would they play with the wax? Would they tie her up?

  She shifted her weight and laughed inwardly. She was already tied up and in a cage right now. And she stood there with a plug stuffed into her behind. She wanted down. She wanted to go to her Masters and tell them she was sorry. She’d been looking at this situation the wrong way the whole time they’d been together.

  It had been an experiment to her, a learning experience that had awakened new feelings in her. She wanted to submit to them when they got home too. She didn’t want it to end with this weekend.

  How much time had passed, she wondered. Was she close to being let out of her cage, in more ways than one? She shifted again and Dominic’s soft, sensual voice drifted up.

  “Relax, Slick. Just a little longer. You can make it.”

  She knew she could make it, but she didn’t want to. She wanted out now so she could talk to her Masters. She shifted again and the plug inside her moved.

  “Masters,” she whispered. “Please let me down.”

  “Shush,” Dominic said. “If you disturb the other slaves I’ll add more time.”

  Harper closed her eyes, and prayed for her confinement to end.

  * * * * *

  “Do you think she’ll figure it out?” Oscar crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the cage where Harper currently resided. She looked relaxed enough, and he wondered what was going through her mind.

  The old Harper, the one they’d met a week ago would have been screaming to beat the band by now. The new one was calm, and hopefully figuring out what he and Walker already knew. She was a born submissive. She loved the feelings and the sensations. She just had to open herself up to the fact.

  “I don’t know,” Walker said. “We can only hope.”

  “True. But we have decisions to make too.”

  Walker’s sigh made Oscar laugh.

  “That’s true, since we’ve never had a permanent sub together. That’s what we’re talking about, isn’t it? Both of us want her. Both of us see great potential in her. I know she provokes strong feelings in me, and I think in you too. I think we’re both good for her.”

  “Yeah,” Oscar replied. “But having three people in a 24/7 Dom/sub relationship could be a tricky thing. How do we work it out? Three houses? Set meeting times? And which Dom’s really in charge?”

  Walker stared at his friend. “Have we ever stepped on each other’s toes? We’re two totally different Doms. We play off each other well, remember?”

  “Yeah, but this changes things, and you know it. We’re good together, topping together. But that was for temporary relationships. I don’t want to give her up. And I know you don’t either.”

  “You’re assuming she’s going to be amenable to a permanent thing.”

  “She will be,” Oscar said. “I can feel it.”

  “Yeah,” Walker said. “Me too.”

  “We have to make some decisions, so we have some things to suggest to her when we propose a three-way contract.”

  Walker turned to him. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? You want the three of us to move in together? As Master/sub/Master?”

  “Why not? It could prove to be interesting.”

  “It could prove to be weird. I don’t wanna live with you,” Walker said, a mock frown on his face. “I’m not sure I like you.”

  “Bullshit. We’ve been friends since grade school. You like me.”

  They both laughed and turned toward the cages. Dominic was signaling to a sub, and then Harper’s cage was being lowered.

  “I’m not moving into your house,” Walker said.

  “And I’m not moving into yours. Harper’s house is nice. We could all live there. But Helena lives there too, and that could prove to be really weird.”

  “Yeah, well I’m thinking we need to make a change there,” Oscar said. He started toward the cage area, and Walker fell into step behind him.

  “Let’s not mention this to her until after we’ve found Helena and know what the hell is going on. Plus, we need to find out how Harper really feels.”

  “Deal,” Oscar said.

  Dominic removed Harper’s mask, and she blinked against the lights. Then he undid her arms and wrists and led her out of the cage. She looked at them, her face impassive at first, and then she smiled.

  “Oh, yeah,” Oscar said. “She wants us.”

  * * * * *

  “Just take a deep breath and push,” Walker said.

  Harper shook her head. She knelt on one of the beds, with both her Doms examining the plug still in her ass.

  “Not yet,” Oscar said. He took the base of the plug in his hand and moved it around. “We want to make sure she’s nice and open for me, ’cause I get her ass this time.”

  She shivered at his words, and at the sensations from the plug as it moved inside her. Just as she was starting to really enjoy it, Oscar pulled it from her.

  “Look how nice and stretched she is,” Oscar said. “Love it.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Walker agreed. Then he slapped her ass. “Stand up, Slick. Take this to the bathroom and use some of the gel to clean it. Then we need to talk about your time in the cage.”

  She hurried about her task, and when she came out, they were sitting one on each bed. Walker pointed to a spot on the floor between them.

  “Kneel.”

  She followed his command, then lowered her gaze.

  “Well? What sort of things did you think about? How m
uch you hate Oscar? How much you hate being submissive?”

  “Well, I did come to find out I don’t like to eat pussy.”

  “Good to know. That’s a nice punishment idea, then,” Oscar said. “But you can say that all you want. You liked it.”

  Harper dropped her head more.

  “What? Tell us,” Walker said.

  “I’m scared.”

  “Why?” Oscar asked. “Because you did like it? Because you’re afraid of what it means?”

  She swallowed hard. “In the cage, it was easy to say yes, I liked it all, even the pussy eating, and I want to serve you both. But now that I’m outside, the reality of it is frightening and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say, or what happens next. Where do we go from here?”

  “Now that we know you’re willing, we go with the three of us,” Walker said. He leaned down and stroked her cheek. “You belong to us, now. We’ll figure out the details as we go along. You just remember we’re your Masters, and you obey us. This is no longer an exercise just to find your sister. You’re ours.”

  “All right.” His words sent a thrill through her like she’d never felt before.

  She turned her gaze to Oscar, who licked his lips. “Take off that dress.”

  “Yes, Master O.” She wiggled out of the dress and let it drop.

  They stared at her for a few minutes, then quickly undressed and stood before her.

  “Alternate between the two of us,” Walker said. “But don’t try and make us come.”

  She took Walker in first, his long, thin cock feeling wonderful in her mouth. Oscar stepped behind her and put his hands on her head, moving her up and down.

  “Suck him. Suck him hard. Yeah, that’s it.”

  Walker pulled away from her and she turned to Oscar, taking him in deeply as Walker held her head. When Oscar pulled away, she knew what was coming. They had talked about it earlier, and now that they’d told her she was theirs, it took on a whole new meaning. They were going to take her together. She was sure it was something they’d done before, but it was something she’d never done. Something she’d never dreamed of doing.