“Do you have any questions so far?” Quinton asked, entering the conversation.
“Thousands, but I can’t think of one right now.”
“I’ve got a few,” Quinton said, which surprised her a bit. “Have you ever been hit before?”
Looking at her hands, she replied, “My father used to take a willow switch to me. It hurt. I didn’t like it.”
“What about a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Have you ever fantasized about being beaten?” he asked.
“I’ve been, well, curious,” she admitted. “Over the last few weeks it’s been hard to think about anything else.”
“If you decide to be our submissive for the week,” Justice interrupted, “how far will you be prepared to go tonight? Are you prepared to have penetrative sex?”
“Yes. Yes, I suppose so. As long as we’re safe,” she said softly, thinking about the facts of what she was doing rather than the emotions that were churning inside her. She had not been with a man in over a month. Even her latest boyfriend had started sleeping elsewhere.
“Masters and submissives are never careless about things like that,” Justice said. “How about blow jobs?”
“I’ve never given a blow job before,” she admitted.
“A boyfriend or lover never asked you to give them a blow job?”
“No.”
“How about spanking?”
“I’m a bit nervous about that,” she admitted nervously. “Is there some way for me to control the intensity?”
“Absolutely. I will spank you as hard as you can stand, and no harder,” Justice said. “What’s more important is that by the end of the week, you will be begging me to spank you. Just remember that you will be able to stop any time you like.”
“How does that work, exactly?” she inquired, eager to know. The thought about being able to stop them, if things became too much, calmed her nerves a bit, but not much.
“I’ll explain later. What about anal?” Justice asked.
Looking up, she realized they were both writing down her responses. Curious and a little amazed that they were actually being serious about all of this instead of nosey, she felt a little more comfortable.
“Anal?” she questioned.
“Driving the Hersey highway, taking it up the ass, backdoor banging,” Justice said flatly, without inflection.
Blushing, she asked yet another question, “You like being crass, don’t you?”
“The English language is a powerful tool, Andrea. That power is even greater when it’s vulgar and used on someone who hates it,” Justice replied with utter seriousness. “Answer my question.”
“I’ve never actually done it. Is it important?” she managed to ask.
“Not really,” he said. “What about bondage?”
“I don’t think I could let you do that. I hardly know you,” she admitted.
“Good for you. Trust is earned, shows you’re thinking clearly.”
“You don’t mind?” she asked looking up again in surprise.
Justice shook his head and smiled. “Shows you’re smart, Andrea. You must understand that sex, any form of sex, is dangerous. There are a lot of weirdos in this world who can take advantage of someone naïve like yourself. Which reminds me, does your father know exactly where you are?”
“No, but my job does,” she said, feeling worried once more.
“Good. It’s always safe to let someone know where you are at.”
“You mentioned earlier about a word that can stop you. What is that word?”
“The main one is called your ‘safe word,’ and it’s something every submissive has to choose for herself. If we know your safe word, you can beg for mercy, and we’ll know you don’t mean it, but when you really do want it to stop and use your safe word, then everything stops, just like that.”
“How do I choose which word to use?”
Quinton explained, “It has to be something you’ll never forget, but which you’ll normally never mention aloud, maybe the name of a place you’ve been to and hated, a type of food you don’t like, basically it’s a word that has some meaning to you.”
“Willow,” she whispered. “I really hate willow trees.”
“Understandable. Willow it is,” Justice said writing down her word.
“What are the other words?” she asked, trying to take it all in.
“They’re for fine tuning,” Justice said. “Quinton and I prefer traffic lights.”
“You mean red, yellow, and green?”
“That’s right. Green means go. Yellow means okay, we are getting a little rough, and red means do not stop altogether, but lighten up a bit. On the other hand, if you were to say ‘willow,’ that means stop at once, get my clothes, call me a cab, I am going home.”
“That sounds easy enough.”
“Our goal is that you never use your safe word. We want to show you pleasure. Let you experience everything in a controlled environment. If we push boundaries, we are not doing it to punish you, but to see how much you can take. As I said, you have the power to stop it all but do not let your fear of the unknown sway your decision. Some pain is good, erotic even. It is when it stops being erotic that puts the fear into you. At those times, the traffic lights work. We can slow down, discuss what was undesirable, and move forward, but if the fear becomes overwhelming and you honestly do not want any part of this lifestyle, then that is when you would use your safe word. This whole process is for you. Quinton and I are just your guides. It is you who controls everything.”
“All right, I’ll do it.”
Justice looked at his brother and smiled. Turning his attention back to Andrea, he slid a contract toward her. “Sign at the bottom.”
Chapter Seven
Taking the signed contract and placing it in a lockbox, Justice turned, with a no-nonsense look upon his face. His eyes darkened, as he stood taller, more menacing.
“We will begin as we mean to. For the next week, you are our sub. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” she meekly answered, already wondering if she had made the right choice. The only way to back out was to use her safe word, and she just was not ready to do that yet.
“Yes what?”
“Huh?” She looked up, confused. Justice’s face turned hard. Shit, she had already messed up! Thinking of what she had done, she looked to Quinton for help, but he gave nothing away. He just sat at the table and watched her.
“Yes what, sub?” Justice asked again, more firmly.
Oh, crap! “Yes, Master?”
“Present yourself,” he ordered once again. Quickly undressing, she stood with arms and legs spread and her head bowed. Well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself as she took her first step into the unknown.
Justice moved toward her. He could tell she was nervous and perhaps a bit scared. He placed his hand on her head, running his fingers through her long red hair, reassuring that she ultimately had all the control. She could at anytime say her safe word and everything would stop. He turned to her, looked at her, and asked, “How are you feeling right now?”
“Scared, Master, but weirdly excited.”
Smiling, Justice nodded and turned to his brother. “She is ready for lesson one.”
Quinton slowly got up from the chair to stand in front of her. “I know you fear Justice, Andrea, but you were wrong to assume he is the more dominant. I am the oldest. I control what happens.” Walking over to the couch, he sat down and ordered, “Crawl to me.”
He watched as she fought the urge to disobey him, but reluctantly did as she was told. Her body was sensual as it glided across the floor. He noticed that she took her time, unknowingly enticing him. His cock hardened instantly. He looked up at his brother, and all he could see was lust in his eyes.
They both lusted for this woman.
This was new for them. Before, they had been complacent, training subs and having fun, but with Andrea, it was different. There was a hidden desire there, in t
he unknown. New and untouched, there was something about this particular woman that drew them to her.
They desired her.
When she kneeled before him, he directed her to lie with her head in his lap. He stroked her hair and face, petting her, getting her used to his touch, reassuring her that he was the master of her desires and well-being, that she was safe with him. When he felt her body relax, he leaned down, took her face in his hands, and kissed her.
She tasted like passion, sweet and sultry. She melted into him, as he deepened the kiss and pulled her into his arms. Slowly teasing her with his tongue, he tickled her mouth, and she opened willingly for him. Taking advantage, he plunged forward, inhaling her.
She stiffened, but he was in complete control, and soon, she rewarded him with her submission. Slowly easing away from her lips, he picked her up and walked her to her room, laying her on the bed.
“Grab the silk rope, the blindfold, and the rabbit,” Quinton told his brother, who immediately left to retrieve the items. “Lesson one is all about obedience and trust, Andrea. We need to trust that you will do as directed, and you need to trust that we will not hurt you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Place your head on the pillow.”
He watched as she immediately complied.
Justice returned with the items and laid them out on the bed, wearing only a robe. Looking at his brother, Quinton nodded his head and watched as Justice slipped out of his robe and lay down next to Andrea, naked.
Walking over to the light switch, he dimmed the lights. Leaning against the wall, he said, “From now on, Andrea, when I give you an order, you will reply with ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No, Master.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Place your head on Master Justice’s chest.”
Quinton frowned as she did as directed and Justice swiftly reached his hand up and spanked her ass, hard. Her cry was instant, as she immediately sat up.
“Obeying the rules is imperative in BDSM, Andrea. Do you know what you did wrong?” Quinton asked.
“I did what you said. I laid my head on his chest and he spanked me!”
Instantly there was another smack, and Andrea bolted from the bed.
“What the hell? That hurt!”
“Get back on the bed, Andrea,” Quinton ordered firmly in a gruff voice that brooked no recourse. He watched as she lowered her head and slid back onto the bed, and once again, Justice spanked her.
From across the room, even with the lights dimmed, Quinton could see her creamy white ass beginning to pink. Her reddening globes were a beautiful sight, one that he would never forget. Licking his lips, he smiled knowing how much fun she was going to be to train. Andrea Sharp was a smart cookie, and he figured it would not be long before she figured out what she was doing wrong. Until then, he was going to enjoy the pleasure of teaching her her mistakes.
“Do you know the definition of obedience, Andrea?” Quinton asked sighing, as he looked at his fingernails.
“Yes.”
Smack!
“Please inform me.” He grinned, shaking his head.
“Submissive to the restraint or command of authority, or willing to obey,” she rattled off quickly.
Smack!
“That’s correct. But you are not being very obedient right now are you?”
“Apparently not. I keep getting my ass whipped!” she retorted, angrily.
Smack!
“Do you remember the rule I stated before we began?” he asked looking directly at her. When their eyes locked, he saw the moment she realized what she had done wrong. If he were not trying to teach her a lesson, he would have laughed. Her face was priceless.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, flinching, waiting for the smack that never came.
“Good girl. Now, place your head on Master Justice’s chest.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered and did so quickly.
“Right now, I want you to get accustomed to our touch. Over the next seven days, we are going to become quite intimate with your body, and before the week is out, you will be able to decipher who is touching you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Quinton watched as Justice pulled her closer into him, kissing her forehead. He watched as his brother slid his hand up and down her arm, slowly moving toward her bared breasts, cupping them, massaging them, and pulling on her nipples.
From the beginning trip into this world, Quinton had always been enamored with watching other people. It was one of the things that had drawn him into the BDSM lifestyle. The other was the heightened sense of understanding by watching a woman receive pleasure. There was nothing more seductive, more alluring than watching a woman in the throes of an orgasm. The smell of her sex as it filled the room, basking everything in her glory. However, it was their expressive faces that told him a story, so defined, so intimate that sometimes, they even made him blush. It was at those times, he learned, a woman bared her soul, exposing the very heart of her, for all to see. It was humbling and sensual. Nothing on earth ever compared to that precise moment, and he could not wait to watch Andrea.
He watched as she became more comfortable, and then he instructed her to touch her pussy.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, her soft amiable voice music to his ears as he watched, rooted in space, as her hand slid down her torso, and she began touching herself.
“Are you wet, Andrea?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“Show me.”
He watched as she lifted her hand, and in the soft gleam of the lights, he could see her glistening fingers, moist with her juices.
“Please continue.”
“Yes, Master.”
Lowering his voice, he enticed her. “There are five forms of pleasure, and over the next seven days, we will teach you all of them, the first being touch. A single touch of a Master’s hand can awaken a need so intensely, that it can curl your toes. The second is smell. The enjoyment of smell can stir your senses enveloping you, making you yearn for the unknown. The third is taste. To taste the desirable, one must be open-minded, welcoming it without fear. The fourth is sight. To see what you wish for, and not be afraid to ask for it, to let it happen. Finally, the fifth, this is the hardest to achieve, but once mastered, is the most pleasurable. To hear your desire, and know it is you in the throes of passion, that it is you and only you that controls the needs of everyone else, is pure desire itself.”
“Oh yes,” she moaned as she began to rub her pussy faster.
Quinton listened as Justice began to instruct her on how to pleasure herself, by telling her to tap her clit, slap it, spank it, and pull it. Through it all, she complied, doing as requested, becoming wetter and wetter. Her cries and moans increased as she pleasured herself. Justice continued to whisper in her ear, coaxing her, giving her the instruction she needed, as her orgasm exploded. Quinton never took his eyes off her, as her body convulsed, shaking, her head thrown back, as she rode out the orgasm she gave herself. Her cries filled the room, and before he blinked, he saw what he had been waiting for, that one moment when she bared her soul and he was forever lost.
As her orgasm subsided, he watched as Justice pulled her close hugging her as her body still trembled lightly. Waiting for her to calm, Quinton picked up the silk rope and said, “Stand before me.”
“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, but did as she was told.
Pulling her closer to him, he smelled her arousal, breathed it in, branding it into his senses forever. Taking the silk rope, he bound her hands together behind her back.
“How does that feel?”
“Good, Master.”
Picking up the blindfold, he positioned it over her eyes.
“Can you see?”
“No, Master.”
Quinton stepped aside as Justice moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he gently laid her over his lap, her rosy ass still pink.
Leaning back against the
wall, Quinton quietly watched as Justice rubbed her ass with hand feeling the heat from her skin. Justice lightly brushed his fingers between her legs, and she squirmed. He spanked her lightly, and then went back to his smoothing touches.
Without warning, Justice delivered a series of harder spanks. She cried out, but stopped when Justice, once again, caressed her bottom. Quinton never took his eyes off her, watching how her body responded and reacted to everything his brother did. He watched as Justice reached between her legs and slid a finger into her wet pussy. Instantly, she responded, grinding her hips and opening up to him. He slowly removed his fingers from her and spanked her again, harder. She squirmed on his lap, her body became flushed, her breathing accelerated, and Quinton nodded, stopping the spanking. Justice complied, and begun to rub and stroke her, reassuring her with his soothing touch.
Picking her up, Justice placed her back on the bed, faceup, her hands still bound, and her eyes still covered. Panting, she tried desperately to control her breathing, her tiny body a sheen of sweat, as her intoxicating scent filled the room.
Quinton approached the bed, and Justice stepped back. Leaning over her, Quinton kissed her on the lips, slowly working his way down her neck. He did not have to look up to know his brother was climbing between her legs.
Nibbling and kissing, Quinton continued his path downward, toward her nipples. Gently, licking her nipple, he reached for the other, squeezing her breast. Closing his eyes, he heard her whimpers and inhaled her arousal. Quinton knew exactly when Justice began to slide his hands between her legs, because she arched into his mouth, and the room was instantly flooded with the sounds of her moans. The scent of her sex increased, drifting further into his nostrils.
He could hear her juices as Justice began to tease and palm her pussy. Her whimpers become moans, and Quinton knew she was close once again.
“Do not come,” he ordered, as his brother inserted a finger and started to massage her G-spot. Her writhing increased, her moans became cries, and before he could say anything else, she was begging, “Please, oh God please!”
“You must not come, Andrea. Not until I give you permission.”
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