“Is that all?” Jayden’s tone was incredulous when he asked, and he caught the small upward tilt of the corner of her mouth when Catherine tried to fight her smile.
“Aye, Sir.”
“Very good.” His body trilled again at her accent. He sucked on the back of her neck with a sharp pull on the gold chain.
Catherine hissed and the sound went straight to his cock.
“How long have you been wearing the clamps tonight, Catherine?” Jayden rubbed his nose along her jaw-line and up behind her ear taking in her scent. Close to half an hour had already elapsed since he’d first seen her outside in line so they would need to come off straight away no matter how long she’d had them on.
“This girl is not sure, Sir. She placed them just before leaving her house at seven-thirty this evening.”
A glance at the wall-mounted clock revealed that it was now nine-thirty pm. Holy shit, she’d been wearing them for two hours! An hour was the longest he’d ever left a sub in clamps before they couldn’t tolerate them anymore – and that had been for special occasions with strict supervision on his part since about twenty minutes of wear was the safe limit. Was it possible that Jayden had found the pain slut he craved?
“Hm. And how often do you wear them?” he inquired. Jayden was certain she wore them with regularity to have this kind of tolerance, right?
Catherine’s body curled in as if in defeat. She whispered, “This girl just got them yesterday, Sir, for tonight.”
That had Jayden’s full attention.
Standing up he grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and placed it in front of her. He then sat with his knees spread so she was kneeling between them, and placed a finger under her chin to lift her face.
Catherine’s gaze remained down.
“Look at me,” Jayden commanded. Once she had done as asked, he resumed his questioning. “When was the last time your nipples received any kind of torture or clamping, Catherine?”
“About a year, Sir,” she murmured.
What? How in the hell was this girl handling the clamps? Jayden blurted out his next question. “How long since you’ve been fucked?”
Catherine’s eyes went down again and she answered with a bleak, “The same, Sir.”
Her body language told Jayden there was definite history that would need to be discussed and his cock began to soften at the reality that perhaps they would not be playing tonight after all. Damn.
“And how long since you’ve orgasmed?” he asked with hesitant curiosity. These were all blunt questions to be sure, but expected topics of discussion in this lifestyle.
What was it about this girl – this gorgeous woman submitting before him – that was unveiling a softer side in him? He’d come here to fuck, not cuddle. Yet he found himself wanting to scoop her up into his arms, rock and caress her, and tell her that everything would be okay. What the hell?
Tears formed and threatened to fall from Catherine’s eyes while Jayden watched her lose her posture and wilt before him.
“I,” Catherine sniffled, and began again. “This girl does not remember, Sir.”
What. The. Fuck? What kind of sick bastard didn’t ensure that his submissive orgasmed? Unless perhaps Catherine had had a consistent issue with behavior and her releases had been withheld for training or punishment, somehow Jayden didn’t think this was the case.
“Shhh, Catherine,” he attempted to calm her while his palm caressed the side of her face.
In the past if a submissive had crumbled like this, Jayden would have been done with her at once. He would have been able to have her get dressed and remove herself from the room, but not this time.
This time Jayden was going to break routine with the fragile girl in his arms that he had a strange desire to never let go of. Instead of dismissing her, he chose to continue with the questions and begin the process of getting inside her head.
“How many Doms have you served?”
Perhaps Jayden had been wrong about her formal training. He supposed it was possible that she was just a natural submissive who had done some research on-line to understand how to pose and present herself – though he hoped that wasn’t the case.
“Please look at me when you answer,” he added with his voice taking on a soft edge.
Catherine raised her tear-brimmed, green eyes to Jayden. “Two, Sir.”
Her answer was quiet and he cocked his eyebrow at her, indicating she should elaborate.
“The first was Master Andrew, who had been firm, yet kind. He’d done most of this girl’s training and released her once he felt she was ready. His preference was to just train; his submissives no longer interested him once he had shaped them.” She took a shaky breath.
Jayden nodded. Some Dominants chose that route. For them the challenge, and thereby the pleasure, lay in the molding of a newbie to the lifestyle.
“And the second?” Jayden encouraged Catherine to continue.
Her body began to slump again, and he reminded her of his earlier command to look at him with a sharp, “Catherine.”
“Master S-Sp-Spencer,” she choked out, and then added with a cold, vehement hiss, “He’s dead.”
Jayden didn’t know the story – yet – but his instincts told him that Spencer was behind her list of hard limits. If not for whatever Spencer had done to her, Catherine might be open to anything.
Jayden had to consider with care, did he have the energy to devote to her?
As he looked at her trembling jaw, the shallow heaving of her chest, and then into those soulful, emerald eyes he had his answer.
Yes.
The first thing he needed to do was get her out of those clamps and make sure she had a mind blowing orgasm – if she’d allow him that honor.
~~~Chapter 3~~~
Catherine Has a Cane Reaction
Sir’s palm was warm on Catherine’s cheek. The warmth in his eyes when he looked over her face shocked her.
Catherine didn’t know what she’d expected to happen when she said his name out loud, but it had still taken all the courage she could muster. It wasn’t like uttering his name would bring him back from the dead. She knew this. Even so, it was the first time she’d allowed herself to think it – let alone say it – since leaving California.
Catherine didn’t even know the name of the man she knelt half-naked before, yet she felt safe with him for some unknown reason. The way Sir looked upon her told Catherine that he would never hurt her – more than what she wanted him to anyway.
“Catherine?” His soft voice called her back. “Do you want to play tonight?”
“Please, Sir, this girl needs it,” she begged.
“Very well then.” He sighed. “Only if you are sure.”
“Positive, Sir,” Catherine chirped while straightening her body back into its proper stance.
“You have no other hard limits I need to be aware of before we begin?”
His words, and the way he looked at her caused a strange twinge in Catherine’s chest. She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Let me begin by telling you I’m a firm Dom, Catherine. I find pleasure in pain infliction. I enjoy my submissives’ gasps and cries, and I’ll push your limits. Never doubt that.”
Catherine tensed at Sir’s words.
Lowering his voice, he went on, “However, never doubt that your pleasure will always be my priority. Everything I do, in the end, will be to ensure both our mutual pleasures.” He leaned in and kissed her lips with tenderness.
The submissive’s eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed. The sigh turned into a surprised squeak when Sir released the clamps from her nipples with no warning.
“I think you’ve had those on long enough for tonight,” he said, and then rolled and tugged Catherine’s nipples between his expert fingers. “Your coloring is alarming. I much prefer a pleasant deep pink to an angry purple.”
Glancing down to watch his movements, Catherine hoped he was pleased to see the puffy flesh pinking up while t
he blood flow returned to her nipples under his ministrations.
Sir kept working the neglected peaks until her sounds went from pained whimpers to tiny, begging mewls, and then with a final tug, he released her and sat back in his seat.
“Stand,” Sir ordered.
Catherine complied and her dress slipped from her body to gather around her feet in a shimmering scarlet puddle. She could feel his gaze devouring her almost translucent body and she shuddered. His touch was gentle when he leaned forward and took her ankle in his hand, lifting first one foot, and then the other before moving the dress out of the way.
Sir’s fingers trailed up her legs until he was near her sex. Teasing her at that point they traveled outward – rather than upward – around her hips to cup her ass. With a tight squeeze, he pulled her forward until Catherine could feel his hot breath on her freshly-shaved pussy.
Oh, please. Please lick me, Catherine thought.
His tongue flickered out and parted her labia, taking a languid lick. He growled out, “Fuck, you taste good, slut!”
Catherine felt her nipples tighten and her pussy become wetter.
“You will not come without permission, Catherine,” he instructed.
The familiar reminder unnecessary, but helpful to transport her deeper into that space in her head she longed to go. The command threw open the door to her submissive self.
“Aye, S-sir,” Catherine stammered.
He licked her again long and slow, and then he began lapping at her in earnest. His tongue made its way through her folds over and over again.
Spencer had never done this to Catherine, and while Andrew had done it, that had been just a few times in conjunction with her training. In her limited exposure, being pleasured with one’s mouth had never felt this exquisite.
When Sir sucked her clit between his lips and started flicking his tongue back and forth over her sensitive bud – causing her to buck – Catherine shouted out unable to contain herself.
“Oh, God. Sir! Please!”
He pulled back and grinned at her. “Please what, Catherine?” he teased, rubbing his smooth jaw over her inner thigh.
“Please, Sir. May this slut come!” she begged.
“Not yet. Hold it, Catherine. Control it,” he ordered.
Catherine found herself trying to do math problems in her head in a pathetic attempt at distraction. It was almost impossible to ignore what his magical tongue was doing to her given that it had been so long since she’d had any kind of release.
After ‘controlling’ herself for a couple of more minutes, she had to beg again. She wasn’t going to be able to fight it off, and the idea of disappointing him so soon appalled her.
“Please, Sir.” Catherine whimpered, “Please let this slut come. I . . . Shit! . . . This girl can’t control it any longer, Sir. Please!” she screamed.
With no warning, he pushed two fingers into her quivering pussy, tapping and stroking a hidden spot and gave the command. “Come for me now, Catherine!” His fingers slammed in and out of her, curling forward and caressing her g-spot on each outward stroke.
Her electrified body convulsed in his grip, and she let go. Catherine heard screaming and realized it had come from her just before everything went fuzzy and the room spun to the point that she had to close her eyes.
When she was able to open her eyes again, Catherine found herself being held in Sir’s lap while he sat on the chair. His brown eyes were sparkling, and he had a wide grin on his wet face.
Catherine blushed at the intimacy of the moment.
“This girl is sorry, Sir. She dun know what happened.”
He laughed, and Catherine watched the line of his throat stretch while his Adam’s apple bobbed.
Her sex twitched in response to the visual stimulation.
“You fainted for a moment. I assure you that you have nothing to apologize for. You did so well. I’m quite impressed with your control after all this time, and I have to admit,” he looked sheepish, “that may have been one of the sexiest things I’ve witnessed.”
She was confused by his words, the bewilderment showing on her face when he laughed again.
“Catherine, I’ve dreamed of being able to make a woman squirt all over my face as you just did.” He licked his lips for emphasis.
She couldn’t hold the giggle that came out of her at the childish look on his face.
“You should be more relaxed now; how about we let the fun begin?” he asked.
Um, let it begin? Catherine was sure it already had. After what he had just done for her, she knew she would try to do anything he asked of her.
Catherine grinned at him. “Aye. Please, Sir!” she squealed.
He smiled at her enthusiasm and Catherine felt that weird twinge in her chest again.
“I want to play a little game with you, Catherine,” Sir said in husky tones while his hand rubbed lazy circles on her back.
“As you wish, Sir,” she whispered, finding it very difficult to breathe while she stared into the cocoa depths of his eyes.
“You’re going to stand, turn around, and present yourself over my lap. Anytime I request this position of you, I expect your cunt to be against my thigh. Your torso is long enough so that those gorgeous tits of yours should not be touching my other thigh. I want them free to swing from the impact of the warm-up spanking I’m going to give you. Hands will be behind your neck, thrusting those tits out for me. Position yourself, now.”
Catherine shivered at the force of his command and the shift in his tone. She recognized this voice; it was the voice of what she yearned for – a Master. He had never spanked her for pleasure, just punishment, and it had always been brutal. She knew from her time with Andrew that spankings could be pleasurable, and that was what her body and mind were craving. Catherine needed this to help wipe out the bad memories.
In nothing flat, she rose and stepped up to the outside of his thigh. With practiced ease, she placed her hands behind her neck and then bent at the waist to lower herself over his lap. He was sitting in a low chair so Catherine had to bend her knees and kneel in order to achieve the desired position. She gasped when he widened the spread of his thighs by a margin and pushed them against her sex.
“Very nice, slut,” he purred whilst his hand came up under her breasts to check the spacing.
Sir snapped the back of his hand against the underside of Catherine’s breasts and they swung forward, the movement going straight to her center. His other hand rubbed across her ass, tending it with a gentle kneading motion and squeezing it.
“I always give a warm-up spanking whether I’m going to be issuing a punishment or preparing my slut for impact play,” he began explaining at the same time his open palm came down over Catherine’s right cheek with an abrupt snap.
It stung but soon faded into a warm tingle.
“You will thank me.” He continued working her ass in silence, and her arousal built with the increasing heat in her backside.
Catherine felt a pressure being lifted from her heart and mind each time his hand made contact and her breathy, “Thank you, Sir,” dropped from her lips.
She didn’t know how many times he struck her, knocking away her worries and stress. Letting herself go and just feeling was easy. The weight of her hanging breasts centered in her nipples, which he would pluck at random with his strong fingers. Catherine was so lost in the pleasant sensations that she didn’t notice when he stopped striking and began a gentle rubbing motion.
“You pink up so beautifully, slut.”
Sir’s words brought her back to reality and Catherine became aware of her surroundings once again, along with the fact that her backside was warm — quite warm. She groaned when he dragged a lone fingernail across her tender flesh.
“Let’s see if you enjoyed that shall we?” The question was rhetorical while his finger pushed into her and twirled around. “Ah, yes, you did. You’re a naughty girl aren’t you, Catherine? Draped across my lap and naked for my amusement w
hile your pussy drips all over me.”
The tone of his voice took all the degradation out of his words and caused her to further melt into a puddle of erotic sensation. She wasn’t sure if he wanted her to answer so she hesitated.
His hand smacked against her ass. “Answer me when I ask you a direct question, slut!”
She erupted with a loud groan and whimpered out a reply. “Aye, Sir. This girl is a naughty slut who can’t control her wet pussy.”
Catherine was surprised when she felt his cock swell under her belly. It delighted her that her words seemed to be affecting him in as profound a manner as his were doing to her.
“Please, Sir. Allow this girl to amuse you. Tell this girl what she can do for you,” Catherine offered with an open and willing disposition.
“Remove yourself from my lap and kneel before me,” he ordered.
Her movements were rapid, albeit a bit shaky, while she dropped into the position he wanted. When her ass came to rest on her heels, her whimpers were quiet. His warm-up had been thorough, that was obvious.
“We’re going to play my version of fetch.”
Catherine stayed still, intrigued now. She hadn’t thought when he said he wanted to play a game that he’d meant a real game. When she remained stoic, he went on.
“In a moment, you are going to rise and walk to the wall behind you. I expect you to walk backwards for it would be rude of you to turn your back on me unless directed to. When I give the word, you will turn around and select one of the impact toys off the wall, and then carry it back to me in your teeth while you crawl.” He stood up and walked across the room. Catherine could hear a cupboard opening and closing, and then Sir returned to his seat. “Look at me,” he directed.
She looked up and in his hand was a clear bag which had what appeared to be metal balls in it. They were red and gold in color. The red ones were larger in diameter, perhaps an inch and a half, and there seemed to be fewer of them in the bag. The one-inch silver ones were bumpy.
“Do you know what these are?” Sir asked while he shook the bag.
“No, Sir.”
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