“Yes, I think so.”
He kissed her forehead tenderly, “That’s a good girl.
He loosened the straps on her right side and gently placed her hand on the sturdy frame, so she knew to hold on in case she was wobbly. As is turned out she was a little unsteady, but it was more to do with the confusing and overwhelming arousal than the brief time in bondage.
He pulled her underwear back up, but left the skirt tucked up in its own waistband. When he’d released her properly she drew her legs together, suddenly feeling exposed.
Something told her she wasn’t allowed to pull her skirt back down. At least her boobs were still firmly away - oh. She noticed as she glanced down that her right breast was on a scouting expedition for freedom, aided by Daniel’s enthusiastic manhandling. Her bra and a sliver of nipple was visible. Maybe she’d be able to tug that up when Dan wasn’t looking.
Dan kissed her cheek and tidied his flogger back into his holdall. He even wiped down the cross with the provided disinfectant spray even though they’d only been there a short while and fully dressed at that.
Daniel threw the bag over his shoulder and took her hand, “Right then, sweetheart, about those private rooms-”
Before he could finish that very intriguing sentence, William and a sour faced woman with chopsticks pincering her tongue rounded the corner, “Scene over, mate?” William asked.
Dan nodded and put the holdall back down. He put his arm around Maisy’s waist and pulled her in front of him. Maisy was very, very glad that she’d worn pretty knickers.
William nodded and gave her an appreciative glance, “Alright, Mistress Maisy? Jenna here’s got something she wants to say.”
Ah. So this was Jenna. She was gorgeous. Her uncoupled handcuffs were plain black like all the other trainees, but her other jewellery sparkled in a way that said they were inset with real diamonds. Honestly, Maisy felt sorry for her. Those chopsticks looked painful and this was only going to get more awkward before it got better.
“Get on with it, pet,” William batted her arse gently and she stepped forward. Her eyes spat venom at them both, “I’m thorry about twhat I said.”
The chopsticks were an embarrassing impediment, but Maisy understood well enough.
Maisy started to speak, but Daniel squeezed her wrist gently to stop her. He spoke instead, “Sorry, Jenna, I didn’t catch that.”
Jenna glared at him, then at Master William, and finally at Maisy, who recoiled from the ugly look. “I thaid I’m thorry.”
Daniel squeezed Maisy’s wrist again, so she kept quiet. “Top tip, you’re not getting forgiveness or your tongue back until you apologise with the dignity and humility we expect of a Drift trainee.”
If a human being could explode from internalised fury, Jenna would have in that moment. With what looked like a colossal effort, Jenna schooled her features into something like contrition, although it was honestly hard to tell with her tongue protruding between the chopsticks.
“I really am thorry,” she said, bowing her head slightly. “Very nice,” Daniel said.
Maisy saw William shaking his head, apparently he didn’t buy Jenna’s performance. Before the embarrassing spectacle went on any longer Maisy said, “That’s okay. Thank you for apologising.”
Dan kissed her head gently, perhaps he approved of her preventing William from continuing the punishment.
“Oh, alright then, come here.” Jenna went back to William who removed the chopsticks and dismissively waved her away. “Be kinder next time, trainee. I’ve got plenty more where these came from.”
Jenna left, but not before shooting a final cross glare at Maisy. Great, she thought bitterly, making friends and influencing people on my first proper night. Dan didn’t seem to notice, he was shaking his head at William. “Chopsticks?”
“Caught me having my dinner, didn’t she? Had to improvise.”
“Fair enough.”
“He treating you well, Mistress?” William winked.
“Very well, thank you, Sir.” She said, feeling shy under his scrutiny and very aware that her skirt was still tucked up, exposing her scanty underwear.
Daniel looked between them, eyebrow raised, “Right then. The mistress and I have plans. Thanks for sorting that for me,”
“No worries. She’s a gobby one, ain’t she? You’d think she’d have learnt by now.” William shrugged. “Ah well. More fun for me if they don’t learn fast I suppose.” His boyish grin belied the sinister intent in the remark. He gave them a quick salute and went on his way, graceful as ever.
“Mistress Maisy?” Dan asked, eyebrow raised.
Maisy groaned, “Don’t ask.”
Chapter 17
Boutique
Dan held her hand firmly as he led her back into the huge main room of Club Drift. “Okay, sweetheart, what sort of private room would you like to see?”
Maisy glanced at the many tunnels that led to areas of the club she hadn’t seen yet. “There’s options?”
“Mmhmm.” He secured the holdall on his shoulder and used his newly free hand to point down the nearest tunnel, “Medical, secretary, and couples room.”
He pointed to a tunnel across the way, “Brothel, dungeon, and cowboy.”
She pulled a face, “Cowboy?”
“Yeah, Western, cowboy, whatever. There’s usually a bale of hay.”
Maisy giggled, “Not sure about that.”
“There’s a couple of normal bedrooms on the office floor, but they’re not particularly well equipped. Might I recommend the room of mirrors, the water bed, sensory deprivation, or the kinky hotel experience,” he pointed at another tunnel.
“You’re just making these up now.”
He shrugged and gave her a lopsided grin, “Only a couple.”
“Hotel room doesn’t sound too scary?”
The grin turned slightly evil, “Good choice.”
“Which ones were you making up?” She asked, peering into one of the tunnels he’d indicated to see if she could figure out what was down there.
“That would be telling, sweetheart.” He started towards the last tunnel he’d pointed at, “I’ll give you a proper tour sometime. Or we could just fuck our way through all of the rooms...”
She laughed, “There’s always that.”
“Claude refits them quite often, to be honest. For all I know there really is a water bed in one of them now.”
The tunnel became a narrower corridor as they entered it, less brightly lit than the main room. Maisy could tell that the large original space had been partitioned to create private rooms.
There was enough light to read the small sign on the first room they passed, ‘Sensory Deprivation.’ A small ‘Occupied’ sign hung on the door handle. Maisy stared as they passed, what was going on behind the closed door?
She dragged her eyes away when she realised Daniel had stopped. The plaque on this door read, ‘Boutique.’
“Luckily for us, our first choice is unoccupied.” He let go of her hand so he could rummage in one of the side pockets of the holdall. “Sorry, should have done this earlier.”
He steadied the bag against the door as he fished in the bottom of the pocket, which must have been bigger than it appeared. “Right.”
A set of keys. She almost laughed. They looked like any old house keys, not the keys to the secrets of a subterranean sex dungeon. Surely they should be on a rusty iron ring and look like the keys to a fairy kingdom?
He didn’t notice how unimpressed she was with the keys, he was too busy rifling through them for the correct one. He swore under his breath, “I really need to remember to do this beforehand.”
She leaned against the back wall, waiting patiently. Honestly, Dan being normal and disorganised was reassuring after the all-knowing-Dom stuff he’d been pulling tonight.
As Dan found the key and turned it in the lock, the sensory deprivation door swung open. Maisy briefly heard laughter from within before she was pulled into the boutique room and the
door was shut behind her.
For a moment they were in darkness. Daniel pulled her close and kissed her roughly, missing her lips at first in blind haste. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back eagerly.
Was this the first time they’d just kissed like this? No control or restraint, just two people kissing because they can’t keep their hands off each other.
It was almost a shame when Dan reached out to switch on the light, breaking the intimate moment.
She looked around the room, a quizzical expression taking over her features.
“Not what you were expecting?” He asked, swinging his holdall onto the blanket chest at the end of the bed.
Honestly, Maisy wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. It appeared to be a perfectly ordinary room. Something you’d expect at a four-star hotel, perhaps.
There was a small door at the back which was ajar, so she could see it led to a shower and toilet like any other hotel room. The main room contained a small writing desk, a chair, and a large four poster bed with pristine white sheets.
She was starting to wish she’d picked the cowboy room when Dan opened the top dresser drawer.
“Oh.”
He smiled and opened the next one, then walked around the bed and opened the wardrobe. “What do you think we should play with?”
It was like the limits list was a catalogue and this nondescript room was the showroom. Every impact toy, every restraint, ball gags, harnesses, tails, vibrators - everything she could think of and a great many things she couldn’t possibly have imagined before that moment was available to them in that little room.
She approached the top drawer and examined its contents. Clamps, handcuffs, collars, chains.
She lifted a simple collar with an O-ring and held it up to the light, watching the white metal glint. She saw Dan’s face across the room, inscrutable as ever, but something told her she should put the collar back. Instead she picked up a pretty pair of clamps with purple bows on them, “Can I try these, please?”
Daniel felt the tension ease out of his body. He’d almost lost his self-control when he’d seen her holding the collar, but she’d left that where it was and picked up...some pretty nasty clamps, if he remembered rightly. Should he give her what she’s asked for or suggest a more suitable pair?
She wasn’t as alarmed by the room as he’d thought she might be. She looked curious, relaxed, not at all afraid of the extensive collection of playthings concealed in the furnishings. Daniel wanted to put that down to her trusting him. She’d learnt already that they’d only use things she agreed to or try things he promised wouldn’t hurt. That was a good start.
“They’re pretty, sure, but I think they’re a little too painful for you, sweetheart. Will you let me pick a pair?”
She looked at them and frowned, the same shadowy look behind her eyes as had been there earlier. This sub had something going on that he needed to get to the bottom of. The frown was gone as quickly as it had arrived. “Yes please,” she said.
He pulled her towards him and kissed her gently. “I’m going to undress you now, Maisy.” She nodded, eyes wide, whatever had been troubling her moments before had been replaced with curious arousal.
He stripped her slowly, relishing the goose bumps that rose all over her skin as she met the cold air, relishing the soft curves that were just as lush as he’d imagined.
“Kneel on the bed for me.” She touched his arm gently as they passed each other. He wanted to look back and watch her arranging herself on the bed, but he managed to keep his eyes on the top drawer. He wondered if she’d be kneeling up or with spread thighs.
He picked a pair of tweezer clamps, easy to adjust and still pretty. When he turned to see how she’d done he was thrilled to find she’d recreated the position he’d taught her when they’d watched William’s demonstration on Thursday night.
“Beautiful.”
She smiled her thanks. Apparently she’d learnt not to speak unless she was absolutely sure she had permission. What a fast learner she was turning out to be.
He gripped her hair and pulled her head back a little to give him clear access to her heavy breasts.
Maisy couldn’t help but whimper quietly. There was something about the slightly unbalanced feeling she got when Daniel pulled her about by her hair that turned her on like nothing else. Such a simple gesture, but so potent with feelings of control and submission.
Daniel bent his head to suck and nibble her left nipple. Maisy was surprised by how hard and long her nipple became from his attentions, she was sure it didn’t usually look like that during sex.
Daniel held up the tweezer clips so she could see how they worked. “Tell me when, sweetheart.”
He applied the clamp and slid the tightening loop up, watching her reactions carefully.
Maisy hissed as the pressure turned into pain, “When!”
Daniel slid the loop a fraction of an inch higher then stopped. “How’s that?”
Maisy took deep breaths and noticed the pain easing into something else, something sensual and strange. “It’s good.” She wriggled experimentally and smiled as the beads that hung from the clamps danced.
“Next one,” Dan bent his head again and Maisy nearly forgot that pain was due to follow his gentle administrations.
He was faster this time, sliding the clamp to the same tightness as the other in one smooth movement.
“Ow!” Maisy scowled at him and reached for the clamp. He grabbed her hand before she got there.
“Ask me, sweetheart. Do you need me to loosen that for you?”
In the seconds that had passed since he’d tightened the clamp the pain had become bearable. “No, it’s okay now.”
He kissed her forehead, “Good. Your job is to do as you’re told, that’s all. Communicate using the safe words or very polite questions. Okay?”
She felt a tension she hadn’t realised was there ease. All she had to do was give control to him. All she had to do was follow instructions. That seemed like the easiest thing in the world. No worrying about when to move position, or how to please him, or how to ignore the hundreds of tiny thoughts and questions that usually distracted her during a sexual encounter. Just be there and let him worry about everything else.
Profound relaxation and arousal sound like strange bedfellows, but right then she felt more prepared and excited to be with him than she ever had with anyone else before.
When she looked into his eyes she thought she saw a similar peace within him.
The moment passed and the tingly, aroused excitement returned. He hadn’t spoken for a long moment, apparently considering how to proceed or, more likely, drawing out the pause so she felt the pleasurable weight of anticipation.
“I want you to kneel on the bed with your arms down and your arse up, understand?”
She arranged herself as best she could, face and arms pressed down into the bed. He pushed her legs a little further apart, “Not bad at all, sweetheart.”
She couldn’t see him, but it sounded like he’d gone to the wardrobe on the far side of the room. She tried to remember what she’d glimpsed in there. Impact toys mostly. Maybe he’d use another flogger!
Something hard and thin tapped the back of her legs.
“Stick your arse out, sweetheart, there you go.”
Was that a cane? She tried to turn her head to look, but a gentle tap on her thighs stopped her. “Keep your eyes down, Maisy.”
“I won’t hit you with this unless you’re really bad, you won’t like it,” he ran it up her thighs, over her arse, and up her back, it was cold, unyielding. She shuddered, no, she would not like that. He tapped her bum lightly, just enough to make her jump. “I said stick your arse out.”
She hurried to comply, arching her back and pushing her shoulders down as far as she could. The threat of the cane was somehow deeply arousing as well as motivating. The fresh sheets grazed her clamped nipples sending dark need rushing through her.
“You’re very wet, Maisy,” he remarked matter of factly.
She gasped. Something about his refined accent made him talking filth sound so deliciously wrong. She felt his appreciative gaze like the sun on her back and she arched even further, displaying herself for him.
She heard him step closer and she tensed. Would he spank her? Fuck her? Do something to her with the toys that filled every drawer and cupboard in this deceptively vanilla-looking room?
She trembled with excitement as she felt him kneel somewhere behind her. Small rustles and movements told her he was still there, but he didn’t touch her. She forgot herself and tried to look again.
His hand landed on her arse with a loud crack before she even realised what she was doing. Thank goodness it hadn’t been the cane.
She yelped. “Sorry Sir!”
“Not good enough, sweetheart.”
She held still, pulling her elbows in and making herself as small as she could. Anxiety fed the butterflies in her stomach. His tone had become cold, strict, the very opposite of the laughter that had been there moments before. She held her breath.
“I shouldn’t have to remind you of something so simple, but you’re new to this, I’ll show mercy.”
“Mercy?” She whispered, staring determinedly at the bedspread even though every instinct screamed at her to look at the man who stood inches from her exposed body.
“Yes, mercy,” he said. “How bad do you think you’ve been? Pick a number between one and ten.”
“Um. One?”
“One?” He was incredulous.
“Three?’”
“You said one, sweetheart. Let’s stick with that. You get one.” He brought his hand down hard on each arse cheek in quick succession. She gasped, but just about managed to stay in position.
“Hm. No, I don’t think that counts, do you? You will thank me for your one blow, Maisy.”
She whimpered as his hand, which had caressed her so gently moments before, cracked against each cheek again in exactly the same place. “Thank you,” she said.
He stroked the burning patches on her arse and she let out the breath she’d been holding.
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