by Nelson, P
“Come for me again, beautiful,” Dillon encouraged as he looked into her eyes. “I want you to show me how your pussy will come all over my cock.”
“Yes, Master. Yes, Master,” Hartley repeated over and over again, her body rocking against the bench until her whole body stiffened with pleasure. She snorted as she came and howled as Dillon set her vibrator up another notch. He stood up and indicated Gaige should give her another point. Not wanting to give Misty an advantage he turned to Hartley who watched him with heavy lids. He leaned down and stuck his tongue out, dragging it up her neck to her ear, biting down on her earlobe.
Hartley’s scream echoed through his ear drums, and he watched her pupils dilate as she came so hard the veins in the side of her neck stood out from her skin. She panted hard as she slumped against the spanking bench. Hartley shook her head at him as he pulled the remote control for her vibe out of his leather pocket. Her eyes pleaded with him, but Dillon was unmoved. He flicked the switch up to the highest setting, and Hartley’s whole body jerked.
“Either safe word out or endure the pleasure for your Master, beautiful.” Dillon softly kissed her cheek as he signalled Gaige to add another point to her tally. Dillon stood up and looked over at Hartley who was distracted by the tally, being two points behind. Her eyes held a note of desperation as she stared up at him. Hartley was trying so hard, but she was letting herself get distracted.
“Deep breaths, Hartley.” Dillon instructed as he knelt between the two girls. “It’s just you, me, and Misty, and we’re all playing a game together. Tune everyone else out. Concentrate on how good it feels to have the vibrator in your ass. Remember how good it felt the other night when I fucked into the gorgeous ring of muscle? Think about how good it was when I pulled your hair and your scalp lit up. You never wanted me to stop.”
“No, Master,” Hartley replied and her eyes lost the look of panic as she concentrated on him.
“Good girl.” He smiled at her before checking on Misty. “You’re both my very good girls.” Dillon praised as he watched the tension rise in Misty’s body. Her last orgasm would not be far away. Hartley’s sobs caught his attention, and he looked back at her. He watched as she gasped for breath, and her whole body squeezed tight. Before he could let go of his breath, she shouted and clenched down on the spanking bench with both of her thighs. He immediately set her vibe up to the next level and signalled to Gaige to give her a point.
Dillon’s heart thumped in his chest as he watched Hartley strive for her last orgasm, she was breathing hard, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. He knew by the way Misty was breathing that her last orgasm was about to peak. Suddenly, Hartley’s eyes locked into his and she shouted, clenching down on the spanking bench again. A cheer went up from the crowd, but Dillon shook his head and winced. He stood up and immediately shut off both the vibes. Misty shouted a denial and shook her head, frustrated at her loss. Dillon placed a hand on her back to soothe her as he looked down at Hartley.
“Have you been a naughty sub, Hartley?” Dillon’s voice had gone low, and she stared up at him with frightened eyes. Her mouth worked, but no sound came out. “Did you fake that last orgasm, girl?” He barked the words out, each one sending a jolt through Hartley’s body. The crowd in front of the stage went silent.
Tears streamed down Hartley’s face as she nodded. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry. I really wanted to win.” Her words came out on sobs, and Dillon speared his fingers through her hair before leaning forward to lick the tears off her face.
“My naughty little Hartley, you know the rules if you cheat,” he said pulling back and shaking his head.
“Yes, Master.” Hartley’s voice was completely heartbroken. Dillon patted her head and stood. He honestly couldn’t believe that Hartley had tried to sneak a fake orgasm in to win the game. She must have been really caught up in the moment. In truth, his dick was throbbing so hard, Dillon knew he had been caught up in the moment, too.
Addressing the crowd Dillon shook his head theatrically and wore a suitably sad smile. “We have one very naughty sub.” The crowd gasped, and he saw Hartley’s body quiver on the spanking bench. “As per the rules of the game, Hartley has earned a spanking from the Doms and the Dommes in the crowd.” He looked back at Hartley’s ashen face. “Sub, you can take your punishment or you can safe word out and go with Master Gaige and begin receiving your aftercare. Which one do you prefer?” Gaige was already standing behind Misty, massaging her ass cheeks and removing the U-shaped vibe. He was careful to clean her up properly. Misty received his attentions with a contented sigh.
“I will take my punishment, Master,” Hartley announced with a sniffle. The crowd approved her decision with a cheer, and Dillon grabbed a towel from the table and stepped back to speak with Hartley as Master Gaige began removing the U-shaped vibe from her pussy and anus. He gently wiped the tears, saliva, and snot from her face.
“All you have to do is say your safe word, and the punishment will end. You understand?” he asked as he finished.
“Yes, Master.” Hartley’s eyes had gone hard. “I want to make you proud of me again.”
“Good girl, take your punishment for your Master,” Dillon responded before standing up and walking to face Misty. He rested a hand on her cheek as she gave him a radiant smile. He pushed his straining leather-clad erection near her face, and she eagerly stuck her tongue out and licked from the top to the bottom. He chuckled at her enthusiasm.
“I’m going to invite all the Doms and Dommes in the audience to give my naughty sub a good spanking while I’m treating my very good sub,” Dillon announced. “Only one smack per person with the flat of your hand.” He undid the zipper of his leathers and pulled them down his hips a couple of inches exposing his cock and balls. He held the thick length in his hand and took a deep breath as he guided the head to Misty’s waiting, open mouth.
He groaned in satisfaction as Misty’s lips closed over the swollen head of his cock. Dillon watched as more of his flesh disappeared behind her lips, her tongue swirling over the sensitive skin on the underside of his dick. The first slap of Hartley’s punishment had him looking over at Hartley. Gaige had given her a good slap before standing to the side to monitor proceedings.
The sight of Hartley valiantly taking her punishment as the Masters and Mistresses of The Cage got their smacks into her ass really did something for him. Hartley stared at him and took her punishment, her body jerking every time a hand hit her ass and the tops of her thighs. Looking down at Misty’s half-closed eyes as she sucked and licked his cock made his balls tighten even more, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. He grabbed a fistful of Misty’s hair and began guiding his dick in and out of her mouth. She held her lips wide open and allowed him to sink into the back of her throat, causing her to spasm and choke on the head of his dick.
“Fuck, girl. I’m going to come down your throat. Drink up all my sweet come as your reward, my good little sub.” Dillon quickened his thrusts as he felt the tell-tale tingle of his orgasm at the base of his spine. His semen bubbled up his cock, and he growled as it erupted out the end and down Misty’s throat. She slurped and did her best to drink his entire gift as he massaged the base of his cock. She continued to lick him clean for a minute before he pulled his cock from between her lips.
“Good girl.” Dillon praised as he tucked his dick back into his leathers and did them up again. He went to work on the ropes binding her hands together before he undid the buckles at her ankles. With one swift motion, he helped her to her feet. He used brute strength to rip the rest of the stocking from her body and helped her into a robe another sub held out to him. He did the belt up in the front and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“I think she’s finished her punishment, Master Dillon.” Gaige’s voice had Dillon turning to Hartley. She was panting and her ass was red. Dillon walked over to the front of her spanking bench and began to undo the ropes around her wrists.
“Are you ever going to cheat in a gam
e at The Cage again, Hartley?” he asked in the sternest voice he could muster. In fact, he wanted to wrap her up in a robe and carry her upstairs. She had performed so well, but he couldn’t let the rest of the dungeon think he was a total pussy. The one thing he had learned as a Dom was that he had to follow through on his punishment. He had grown lax with Tiffany because she had begged so prettily and he wanted to coddle her, but that wasn’t the true power exchange.
“No, Master, I will never fake an orgasm again at The Cage,” Hartley sniffed as she flexed her wrists. Dillon wanted to smile at her words, but he went to work on the buckles of her ankle again.
“You may have broken the rules, but you have taken your punishment. All is forgiven.” He intoned as he helped her from the spanking bench. He pulled the fishnet stocking from her body with a long sweeping motion before wrapping his arms around her for a moment. Her arms wound around him, and she pressed her naked body to his, her full breasts pressing into his skin. Dillon felt his cock harden again as he stepped away and picked up a second robe, placing it around Hartley’s shoulders.
“I’ve made sure your key card has access to my private room,” Gaige said as he started to help a couple of subs clear up the stage.
“Thank you, Master Gaige, and I owe you one,” Dillon added as he started to escort Hartley and Misty from the stage.
“Any time, brother,” Gaige replied before grabbing a cloth and going to work on one of the spanking benches. Flynn and Calla stepped up to him as he left the stage. Calla gave him a big hug before she turned her attention to Hartley and Misty. Flynn cleared his throat.
“I’m glad you’re back” was all he said.
“Thanks to Calla.” Dillon smiled at his shrink, but she wasn’t paying any attention to him, instead she was listening to something Hartley was explaining. He caught the look of longing in Flynn’s eyes as he stared at his former sub. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to deal with Flynn’s issues; he had some serious aftercare to deliver.
“Come on, girls.” Dillon motioned to the back of the dungeon where the stairs to the upper floor were located. “We’re not done yet.” Misty smiled at him in response, and Hartley obediently followed his lead. They wended their way through the busy crowd and had to stop a few times as people praised his girls and gave him a pat on the back for his ingenuity. It felt good to scene in front of everyone and feel as if he was a part of the community again.
Dillon swiped his key card at the door of Gaige’s private suite. He pushed open the door and allowed his subs to go through first, the lights blinking on automatically. “I’m going to start the shower.” He announced as he went over to the large bathroom with the walk-in glass shower and started turning the dials for hot and cold water. When he returned to the room, he watched as Misty and Hartley shared a bottle of water. They were speaking in low tones, and Misty had one arm around Hartley’s shoulders.
“You both did really well.” Dillon leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom and took in the scene. “Did you have fun?”
“Yes, Master Dillon.” Misty gave him a grin. “It was great fun, and I hope you think of me in the future when you want to play more games.” She squeezed Hartley’s shoulders, and the other woman finally looked up at him, a contrite expression on her face.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, Master Dillon.” Hartley’s face burned bright red. “There was no way you couldn’t spot a fake orgasm; I feel like such an idiot.”
Dillon let a grin spread across his face. “Hartley, you got emotionally invested in the game, that was the whole point.” He raised a finger and wagged it at her. “I do not condone cheating, but the fact that you tried to fake an orgasm to suck my cock….” He shrugged as he kicked his boots off and slowly undid the front of his leathers to reveal he was hard again. “I can’t lie and say it didn’t do anything for me. In the end, the scene went very well, and you should both be proud of yourselves.”
“We are.” Misty said standing up from the edge of the bed and shucking off her robe.
“Yeah, we are,” Hartley confirmed as she did the same thing. “It was a great experience even though my ass is a little sore now.”
“Why don’t I see if I can help you with that?” Dillon cocked his head towards the steaming shower, and both girls filed past him into the bathroom. They each did their best to brush up against his cock. “Naughty subs. You have to ask if you want to touch your Master’s cock.”
“I want Master to fuck me with his monster cock,” Misty replied as she went into the shower and placed her hands on the wet tiles, thrusting her ass back at him. Dillon’s dick jerked in her direction.
“And after your done fucking Misty, I want you to fuck my ass with your cock.” Hartley went to stand next to Misty. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss on the other woman’s mouth. Dillon hadn’t expected this, and he watched the girls fondle one another for a minute while he held his breath. They had obviously been planning this little scene without him.
“Naughty subs are not supposed to plan their own scenes. It’s called topping from the bottom.” Dillon walked in holding his cock in his fist.
“We want you to punish us.” Hartley smiled at him sweetly before she sank down to her knees and scooted in front of Misty’s pussy. Water ran down their bodies, and Dillon watched as Hartley stuck her tongue out and licked Misty’s slit. Dillon had to scramble to gain control of his erection before he came down the back of Misty’s legs.
“I’m going to punish you both all fucking night.” Dillon bent his knees and lined his cock up with Misty’s pussy as he watched Hartley tongue her from the front. “Make sure to use your safe word when you’re finished for the evening.” With one thrust he slid his erection into Misty’s hot warmth. She was already squirming from the pleasure of Hartley’s tongue, and he growled low in his throat. Tonight, he got his life back, Dillon thought as he fucked into Misty. He felt like a Dom again. Maybe not the same one he was before all of Tiffany’s accusations, but maybe stronger in the places that were broken.
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“I’m not going to ask you how the rest of your evening went with Misty and Hartley.” Calla stacked up the chairs in the community centre where the two of them had just finished running a Q&A session with the Dominants and submissives they had worked with during the past few weeks. The course was almost finished, and Dillon felt a little sad that he wouldn’t be guiding the Doms in their search for their inner selves.
“We spent the night at The Cage.” Dillon grinned as he recalled how great it had felt to wake up between the two women and do everything all over again.
“You have any more public scenes planned?” Calla asked as she packed up a stack of information sheets and manuals that were left behind.
“Yeah, I think you cured me.” Dillon packed up his own stuff and zipped the black duffle bag he used for his kit. “Your plan really worked, even if I thought the whole vanilla part was a waste of time,” he said as he reached for his coat. Calla was uncharacteristically quiet, and he looked at his friend and shrink who stared at him with her coat done halfway up. The look on her face suggested she needed to say something but wasn’t sure how to say it.
“You’re not done yet,” Calla stated as she looked down and focused on fastening the buttons of her coat.
“I guess you still want to chat with me every week.” Dillon reached down and lifted his duffle. “That’s cool, I kind of look forward to seeing you,” he admitted although it made him sound like an idiot.
“I’m happy to hear it.” Calla gave him a half smile as she slung the strap of her leather briefcase over her shoulder. “But that’s not what I’m talking about. You’re not done with my four-point plan.”
“What’s the last part of the plan?” Dillon asked as they walked down the brightly lit corridor. He went over everything Calla had told him during the past few months. She had brought him back from the brink of quitting being a Dom. Calla was silent until they walked outside to the driver’
s side of her car. She unlocked the door and stared up at him before speaking.
“You need to submit,” Calla said the words slowly in a voice without emotion. It took Dillon a moment to process her words.
“What the fuck!” He nearly shouted and stepped away from her as if she were holding a collar with spikes on it for his balls.
“I said you need to submit to a Dom or Domme of your choice,” Calla reiterated.
“No fucking way.” Dillon’s response was immediate this time. His balls practically shrivelled up, and he was pretty sure his dick had died a little. “I’m not a sub.” Calla let out a long sigh, and her voice became the one he associated with her when she was instructing a particularly tiresome member of her group training sessions.
“I know you’re not a sub, Master Dillon.” She put extra emphasis on the word Master. “You experiencing a scene as a submissive isn’t about what you prefer sexually; it’s about the last stage of your rehabilitation. I would like you to consider my suggestion seriously.”
“Suggestion?” Dillon questioned.
“Of course, Dillon.” She frowned at him. “I’m certainly not going to force you to submit to anyone, just like I didn’t force you to go through the other stages. I merely suggested that you needed take those steps to get back to a place where you felt in control again.”
“And now you want to take my control away from me?” Dillon asked. “I don’t understand.” Calla stood silent for a minute while she thought, and Dillon watched the warm air come out of her mouth in short white huffs.
“You need to understand where your dominance comes from, and I think the best way is for you to submit to a Dom or a Domme.” Calla’s face became soft as she tried to lighten the mood. “I’m really more interested to see which one you pick.”
“It would be a Domme,” Dillon automatically replied. “I’m just not into dudes, which is a shame because I could have made a bit more money that way, but whatever,” his voice trailed off. “It’s not like I’m afraid of having a plug up my ass. Flynn is pretty strict when it comes to how his subs are treated.”
