“I’m sorry, Sir, and thank you. I’ll take my punishment with the Sybian.”
“Very well then.” He reached up and untied the ropes from her arms and legs. She had almost no power left in them, but she managed to follow Sir down the steps, through the crowd, and across the room to where a machine had been set up on another platform. It looked different than the one she’d seen the woman riding before, more like a mechanical bull. Sir helped her up, and she gasped at the coolness as he slid the plastic cock inside her wet pussy. She gasped in surprise as the nodules on the dildo filled her, rubbing against the walls of her pussy, and intensifying her pleasure. She was grateful that it wasn’t any bigger or Stella was sure she would have come again, right there.
“Ready for the ride of your lifetime, whore?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Stella replied, sure she’d made the right choice of punishment.
The machine began to move slowly, and Stella reached for the handle in front of her. It rocked back and forth and as it did, the plastic cock began to slide in and out of her wet pussy. Not so bad, she could handle this kind of punishment any day. As the machine continued to rock her, it started to vibrate. That wasn’t just a dildo sliding in and out of her—it was a high-powered vibrator, and the faster it rocked, the deeper it went and the more intense the vibrations became.
“I know you like this, my dirty little whore. I know you want to come. But not yet. Hang on.”
The machine sped up even more, the vibrations getting stronger in her pussy. She wanted to come so badly, and she knew it was going to happen soon—with or without Sir’s permission. She heard a crack and a sharp sting on her back as Sir thwacked her with a black whip. Stella flinched and arched her back. It was pain, but pain that heightened the pleasure she felt between her legs.
“I think it is time to remind our friends who you are. Tell them.”
“I’m your whore,” she whimpered, trying desperately not to lose control and let the orgasm take over her body.
“Louder. And all of it.”
“I’m your whore… bought and paid for, Sir.”
“And when do you come?”
“When you tell me to,” she panted, so close to the edge of her climax. Thwack, another lash of the whip bit into the flesh of her ass.
“And who do you come for?”
“Only you, Sir!”
“Then come right now, whore!”
Stella didn’t need to be told twice. With his permission, her body immediately exploded into a mind-blowing climax, stronger than any she’d ever had before—and she’d had plenty. She screamed out in pleasure like a wild animal in the night as the orgasm continued to rip through every muscle of her body. As it subsided, Sir stopped the machine and climbed onto the machine behind her. Pulling her head back by her pony tail, he reached between her legs, and gently pinching her clit, he demanded, “Come again, whore!”
Stella didn’t think she could possibly come again after her recent explosive orgasm, but as his fingertips rubbed her clit, pinching her nipple with his other hand, she did. Amazingly, she did—bucking wildly against his hand, taking the vibrator deep into her pussy again, and howling her release once more.
Endorphins flooded her brain as waves of pleasure ran through her, yet she was surprised when he tenderly kissed her neck. He’d never done that before. He helped her boneless body down from the machine, her pussy still throbbing, aching as her juices trickled down her thighs. In fact, her whole body was one big, satisfied ache. Distracted by the sensations in her body, she didn’t notice Sir attach something around her neck with a ‘click’.
She pulled the bottom of her mask away and realized it was a chain. Not a collar, but a chain around her neck. He held the other end in his hand and gently pulled for her to follow him. He guided her to one of the big couches at the end of the room and motioned for her to sit on the floor at his feet. She was confused. He’d told her only subs got a collar, and this was like a collar. She couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“Sir, may I ask a question.”
“Yes,” he said, running his hands through her curls without looking at her.
“This chain… well, am I collared? Am I… your sub?”
“We’ll see about that. We’ll see.”
She leaned her head against his leg, completely sated. She felt more safe and happy than she had been in a long time.
Chapter 18
“I’m going to the bathroom, Stella. Do you think you can sit here quietly without getting into any trouble?”
“Yes, Sir.”
What kind of trouble did he think she was going to get into? Maybe he was worried that someone would come and pay her for sex? He should know better, though. She watched as he strolled through the club. He really was a remarkably good-looking man. He was wearing tight leather pants—totally unlike anything she’d ever seen him wear before—and a simple white shirt that clung to his muscly chest. The short sleeves showed off his biceps and the V-neck gave just a hint of the beautifully-sculpted pectoral muscles beneath it.
She’d gotten so used to being with him and seeing his beautiful body that it didn’t affect her the way that it did at first. But when she saw how the women, and some of the men, stopped to stare at him, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have such a gorgeous man who wanted her by his side, to the point that he was willing to pay her to be there.
She was so focused on watching him that she hardly noticed when someone came and sat on the couch that was beside her. It was another Master and his sub, whom she noted was very pretty. She was older than Stella, but she had a mature look that was exotic and sophisticated. She held her head high to show off the thick leather collar around her neck. It was adorned with diamonds and metal spikes, and was attached to a lead that the Master held in his hands.
“You’re Stella, right? Michael’s sub?”
Stella wasn’t sure if she should be talking to him or not, but Sir hadn’t said she couldn’t talk to anyone—and it would be rude to ignore him, wouldn’t it?
So, she answered, “Yes, I’m Stella.”
“Michael’s sub?”
“Well, not really.”
“What are you then?”
Stella didn’t want to say it to this man who seemed so demanding, but she knew what Sir would expect her to say if he’d asked her the same question.
“I am Sir’s whore—bought and paid for.”
“Ah, that’s right. So, you are for sale?”
He was making her rather uncomfortable. Was she for sale? She didn’t think that was really an option, and she didn’t want anyone else to pay for her anyway.
“No, I’m not for sale.”
“You only sell yourself to Michael then?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm. Strange. Sounds like you’re devoted to him. Why do you charge him money to be with you if you only want to be with him?”
That was a good question, but she had to charge him something otherwise she wouldn’t have any money. And what if something happened to Sir and he was gone, just like Walt? Then she’d be stuck all alone with no money again. She’d be destitute, and she’d have to go back to fucking strangers who were total assholes. Her mind wandered back to the guy who’d roughed her up the same night that Sir had come for her. He’d hit her and made her do some really degrading things. When Sir got to her, she was so beaten and bruised up that she barely recognized herself in the mirror. She couldn’t go back to that again. She wasn’t going to let that happen, and luckily, she was saved from having to answer his question by Sir’s return. The other Master stood up, and they did that man hug thing.
“Good to see you, Michael. Even better to see you settling down with someone, even if you won’t collar her. I don’t think I have ever seen you here with the same girl twice. In fact, someone else was telling me you rarely ever bring anyone with you until this fiery-looking girl.”
“It’s really not been my choice. Stella makes her own choices. I s
ee you have a new pet since the last time I saw you.”
“Yes, isn’t she a beauty? It must have been a long time since we’ve last seen each other. Pet has been with me for a year now. Actually, we’re celebrating tonight.”
“Wow,” Michael said. “How do you celebrate a thing like that?”
“Oh, I have my ways. You’ll see in a bit.”
“Okay, I’ll be watching.”
“Hopefully, you’ll be doing more than that. I’ve seen the way Pet looked at your Stella. Does Stella play well with others?”
Sir laughed. “I haven’t tried her out yet.”
“Well, tonight’s as good a time as any.”
What the hell did that mean? Stella thought. Play well with others? The two of them walked away, Pet keeping a few paces behind her Master. She turned mid-stride, and smiled at Stella. Stella wished she’d had a chance to talk to her. She was still so new to this lifestyle and had many unanswered questions swirling around her intrigued mind. Questions she was still too fearful to ask of Sir. Although she could take a whipping and handle punishment with the best of them, she really had no clue what it meant to be someone’s collared sub. I can handle pretty much anything knowing I’m getting paid for it, Stella thought. But for free? And why does Pet look so happy?
Sir seemed to have barely settled down before they both noticed there was a crowd gathering near the front of the room where Masters often put their subs up for display—just as Sir had done to Stella earlier. Stella wanted desperately to see what was going on, but Sir was calm, sipping his drink, running his fingers through her hair, and looking around the room.
Stella could barely contain herself until finally she said, “Sir? May I ask a question?”
“Yes, Stella.”
“What’s happening near the front?”
“Would you like to see?”
“Yes, I think I would.”
With a slight tug of her chain, he motioned her to get to her feet. It felt good to stretch her legs out since she’d been sitting for some time. He led her around the side of the crowd and up near the front so she could see what was going on. People obviously had a lot of respect for Michael and naturally moved aside for him as they walked through the crowd.
Once Stella got a closer look, she saw it was Pet up there for display, along with two other female subs—just like she had been earlier. Pet didn’t have a blindfold on, and her eyes met Stella’s immediately. She was on the same St. Andrew’s Cross as Stella had been strapped to, and she was naked except for the ropes that bound her to it. Stella had learned that the ropes weren’t just used for holding her still, though. They were for pain, pleasure, and for aesthetic purposes, too—and they fulfilled their purpose well. Pet looked beautiful in Stella’s eyes. Was this how Sir saw her when he had her bound and helpless?
Stella was in awe of how the intricate designs of the rope binding made Pet’s breasts seem fuller, how it turned them a bright pink and made the nipples stand out. More ropes held up her knees and spread open her thighs so she was even more exposed than Stella had been on the cross.
While she’d never felt any attraction to a woman in the past, she had to admit that Pet was beautiful. It was obvious she was dedicated to her Master, and his love and affection for her were just as apparent. The way that Pet constantly looked to her Master for approval and the way he smiled at her made Stella jealous. It made her yearn for… something—she wasn’t even sure what, but she knew she wanted what Pet and her Master had. The question was, how could she get it?
Suddenly, she realized what she was thinking. Did that mean… did that mean she wanted Sir to collar her? She knew that would never happen as long as she expected him to pay for her. Could she have what Pet had with her Master—whatever that was—if she was still getting paid? Did it have to be one or the other?
She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Pet watching her at first, but when she did, she saw Pet smiling at her. She turned to look at her Master, caught his eye, and then looked back at Stella and then her Master again. He nodded with a smile, true affection showing in his eyes. He stepped down off the stage and slid up to Sir, whispering in his ear. Sir shook his head. More whispering. Sir looked at Stella. He had a look on his face she’d never seen before. Sir was always confident, like he knew exactly what to do, but now he looked like he was torn. Finally, he looked back at his friend and nodded. Sir passed the chain he was holding to his friend, and the Master smiled sardonically. With a tug on the chain, the Master guided Stella up the four steps to the platform.
What is going on? Stella wondered. Was she going to be tied up, too? She wasn’t sure if she was cool with that. Sir doing all those things to her—tying her up, using crops and paddles on her, bringing her pain with all that pleasure—well, it was only good because it was Sir. She didn’t think she wanted anyone else doing those things to her. She was scared and looked down at Sir. Wasn’t he going to protect her? Was he just going to give her to this man to do with as he pleased?
The Master positioned Stella so she was right in front of Pet. They made eye contact, and instantly, her anxiety started to slip away. If Pet could trust this man, surely she could, too? She’d at least try anyway. Pet’s Master passed Stella some nipple clamps, and she wondered if she was supposed to put them on herself. Leaning over her petite frame, he whispered in her ear, “Put them on my Pet.”
Stella did what he’d asked, and Pet kept eye contact with her the entire time. As Stella tightened the clamps on her nipples, Pet’s mouth opened in a silent sigh, but her eyes stayed firmly fixed on Stella’s. Master approached with a glowing wand-like object, and he lightly touched it to Pet’s stomach. Her body jerked and writhed. The wand was filled with electricity. He removed the wand, and Pet’s body relaxed. The Master passed the wand to Stella.
Again, he whispered to her, “Anywhere below the neck, three seconds at a time.”
Stella turned to look at Sir. Did he want this? He gave her no clue. His face was expressionless so she turned back to Pet, waiting expectantly. Stella touched the wand momentarily to Pet’s left hip bone, and her body jerked again, her face filled with pleasure and pain. Is this what she looked like when Sir snapped the crop on her flesh? Pet was gorgeous. She touched the wand to Pet’s other hip, and her body jolted again. She slid the wand up her calf, her thigh, over her hip, across her tummy. She even dared to touch the curve of her breast. Pet’s breathing was getting faster. She strained against the ropes, her sighs became audible, and always, her eyes were on Stella.
Stella looked down and noticed that Pet’s open pussy was visibly wet and there was a trickle of her juice running down one thigh. She went to touch her there with the wand, but she wasn’t sure if she should. She looked at Pet’s Master, and he nodded. He was excited—it showed in his stance and in his face.
Pet murmured something, and Stella’s eyes held Pet’s lustful gaze as she repeated… “Please,” on a breathless moan.
Stella reached out with the wand and touched Pet’s open lips, just for the briefest second. Pet’s body responded, arching her back and pushing her groin forward. Stella did it again, for just a flicker longer than before then. She touched the wand to Pet’s clit, and her body writhed wilder than ever. One more touch and Pet was shuddering in an orgasm that was both violent, yet somehow, perfect.
Stella had never seen another woman have an orgasm. Well, apart from in the porn videos Walt used to have running constantly in the hotel suite, but they didn’t count. She knew ninety-nine percent of those were faked. But this—this was something else.
When her body finally calmed, Pet looked at her and smiled then she looked at her Master and mouthed the words, “Thank you.” Stella could see his smile in return was filled with love for his Pet. The two of them were unlike anything she’d ever seen or felt before.
What is this? Stella thought to herself. Is it love? Is it pure lust? Is it something else altogether? Because no matter what she thought love was in the pas
t, no matter what kind of love she thought she’d seen between two people, this was something else entirely. And the more she saw the way they were with each other, the more she wanted it for herself. Is this what Sir wants to give me?
Pet’s Master then pulled at her chain, and she followed him back down the stairs and handed her off to Sir. Stella stood close to Sir, and he surprised her for the second time that night by pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.
“I think we’ve proved that you are ready to play well with others,” he said with a carnal smile as he guided her back to the couch and motioned for her to sit at his feet again.
It wasn’t long before Stella said, “Sir, may I ask a question?”
“Yes, Stella.”
“Why did you let me do that?”
“Did you like it?”
She was quiet for moment before she said, “I’m not sure.”
“Did you dislike it?”
“No, not really.”
“I wanted you to see for yourself.”
“See what, Sir?”
“I wanted you to see a real Master and submissive relationship. I wanted you to see what he was willing to do for her. I wanted you to see why she does this for him. I wanted you to see what a relationship can be like when… when there are no expectations. No demands. Nothing exchanging hands.”
“Like money?”
“Yes, like money.”
“If I stopped expecting you to pay me, would you collar me? Would we be like Pet and her Master?”
“What do you think, Stella?” Michael asked. She didn’t know what to say.
“Sir, may I go to the bathroom?”
“Yes, Stella. Don’t be too long, though.”
“No, Sir. I won’t,” she said as she slinked her way through the crowd toward the restrooms.
Chapter 19
It felt weird not to be with Sir in the club, but she knew where she was going. She noticed that other women—some subs, some Dommes—looked at her differently than they had the first time she’d come to the club. Then, they looked at her with jealousy, almost anger in their eyes. Now, there was something else. Was it… respect?
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