by J P Barnaby
“When do we start?” I asked, my excitement creeping into my voice. I couldn’t help but be excited, especially at his enthusiasm.
“Stephen’s new sub will be here this weekend. He says she is a real beauty… and very responsive.”
Chapter 11
When I opened the door to the room for our first training session, I did not immediately notice the naked quivering girl to my left. Then, I could focus on nothing but her; she had a beautiful fragility and vulnerability that I recognized. I used to display it. Shivering slightly as she maintained her position, I thought she must be very new to be so nervous, and I got the impression that she was every bit as nervous with us as I had been with Nicole or Stephen. Her long curly hair flowed freely over her shoulders, a deep auburn, it was a perfect complement to her pale skin. As she looked up at me, I noticed that her eyes were the color of emeralds, and just as clear, just as vibrant. Shorter than both Ethan and I were, she was slender with modestly sized breasts, just enough to cup as I fucked her from behind.
Then, an odd thought struck me. Was I supposed to undress? Ethan would be training me to be a Dom in these sessions, so I should remain dressed, right? I was sure this was a test, that he had purposefully not given me instructions. Or… I was being paranoid. Sighing, I decided to remain dressed. If I was wrong, what the worst that would happen? A punishment? Gladly. I had grown to love being punished by Master Ethan; it would never fail to excite me, no matter how my relationship with him transitioned.
As I stood watching the girl, she never broke her position. In that moment, it occurred to me why it will be beneficial to me that I started as a sub. I knew what she must be thinking. Is he still watching? Am I doing anything wrong? What will we be doing? I’m nervous but so excited. Chuckling under my breath, it seemed like yesterday that I was in that position, a brand new sub – frightened, but excited. A few minutes later, Ethan came into the room in his normal leather pants and t-shirt. The ludicrous question of where he purchased those pants crossed my mind before I made myself focus on the scene in front of me. Master Ethan stood before the girl and ran his fingers through her hair lightly, and she began to relax.
“Jeanette?” Master Ethan asked quietly, and the girl looked up.
“Yes, Master Ethan?”
“You will not address me as ‘Master’ Jeanette. Only Jayden has earned that privilege. You will address me as ‘Sir’. Is that clear?” he asked sternly and the girl looked frightened again.
“Y…Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl….” Ethan said, and reached down to stroke her naked breast. She closed her eyes, but otherwise remained quietly positioned. With a meaningful look at me, he removed his t-shirt, so I did the same, so we were standing on either side of the naked trembling girl, each of us naked to the waist. When she peeked up at us, I noticed that her trembling had ceased, she was now more excited than frightened.
“Stand,” Ethan told her, and she did so quickly. He led her over to the pulley where something looking like a trapeze was hanging high above the ground, nothing more than a vertical bar held up by steel cabling. He went to the lever on the wall and lowered the bar until it was just over Jeanette’s head.
“Grab onto that bar, and do not let go. You will be punished if you do,” he instructed in a low voice. She reached up and grabbed the bar, then secured her grip and nodded. He raised the bar until she was standing on the balls of her feet, her body stretched. Then, he walked up behind her, barely touching her naked back with his bare chest, and he pulled her soft, red curls away from her ear and murmured into it, “Your only job is to hold on to that bar. You may vocalize and orgasm as you wish since Stephen has not yet trained you otherwise.” She nodded quickly, her breathing picking up.
“Jayden,” he said handing me a smooth plastic vibrator. “Your job is to use this to induce her orgasm. One of the first things that a young sub is taught is how to find pleasure in pain. This is taught by combining the two.” He went to the wall and selected a wooden paddle, much like you would see in a fraternity. “The lesson for you, Jayden, is vocalization. Talk to her – reassure or chastise her, encourage or reprove her. Tell her what you want. I have done this with you on countless occasions; you have a good idea already. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Ethan.” I positioned myself in front of the girl who was squirming lightly in anticipation as she held on to the bar. Master Ethan nodded to me and I turned on the toy, Jeanette’s eyes widened slightly in anticipation but she made no sound or movement – yet.
“Look at you, all spread and ready for me. What a good girl,” I said as I trailed the vibrator slowly between her breasts. Her breath caught and I moved the toy to barely skim over one of her tight little nipples, and I was pleasantly surprised when she moaned and arched her back.
“Does this excite you, Jeanette?” I asked her over the rhythmic sounds of the vibrator. She nodded fervently. “Tell me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, the sound was somewhere between a moan and a whimper. It was then that I heard the first crack of the paddle across Jeanette’s naked buttocks. Unprepared for the blow, the girl cried out, swinging slightly on the bar. With one hand, I rubbed her full pert breasts, first one then the other taking great care to pinch and roll her nipples. With the other, I moved the vibrator farther down her tight body until it was resting just between her thighs. Imploringly, she looked at me as another blow sounded from the paddle, although she seemed to be better prepared for it this time, as she merely flinched at the sudden spank.
“Show me what you want Jeanette,” I said, pushing the toy flush against her hot, wet skin. She whimpered and as I moved the toy along her soft outer folds, she began to buck her hips forward. With that, Master Ethan started to spank her in earnest; each crack of the paddle came at precise five second intervals, causing her hips to rock into my hand. Fuck, it made me hard to watch her writhe like that – knowing that whether she continued to beg or whether she was granted her wish, were completely at my discretion. I could either allow her to continue to be paddled, her ass becoming more red and sensitive, or cause her to explode in a mind-blowing pain/pleasure induced orgasm. Opting for the latter, I slid the toy into her swiftly, she was so incredibly wet, excited from the pain combined with pleasure. The toy slid in effortlessly and she threw her head back, a high-pitched whimper breaking from between her clenched teeth. The sound was so raw, so primal that I got infinitely harder. Slowly, I pulled the toy back, making sure to press it against every bit of her sensitive skin. As I worked her, she became more vocal.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm…Sir, please….” she cried to me. To me – not to Master Ethan who was still spanking her steadily. I rubbed the vibrator against her as she ground herself into it, crying and moaning incoherently now, her entire body begging for release.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I murmured into her ear. That was what Master Ethan always told Lexi when she had pleased him, and it thrilled me to say it to this beautiful writhing girl. The sheer power of controlling her – her movements, her arousal, the fulfillment of her needs and desires - was indescribably fucking exciting. She writhed harder and we were both rewarded when her head fell back and she cried out in pure unbridled pleasure as she came. Master Ethan stopped paddling her immediately as her body jerked and trembled in the intensity of her orgasm. When I removed the vibrator from her tender skin, she hung limply, waiting. She had never let go of the bar.
Master Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist and said in her ear, “You are such a good girl, let go now, angel.” She released her hold on the bar and fell into his arms, and he lifted her gently, carrying her to a nearby table, laying her on it.
“After a mentally or physically strenuous scene, it’s your responsibility to care for your sub. He or she has put their trust in you, and you need to honor that by looking after them.” He started to rub her right shoulder and down her arm, and without hesitation, I moved to the other side of the table, rubbing her other shoulder. I looked up and h
e was smiling at me. Next, I moved to rub her arm, and then I stroked her cheek.
“You are doing so well, Jeanette,” I told her, and she was doing very well for such a new sub. I felt pride for her, even though she wasn’t my sub. I could only imagine what that feeling of pride would be like once it was my sub that I trained on that table – someone that I had molded and shaped in their subservience.
“Shall we continue?” Ethan asked, and both Jeanette and I nodded. “Well then, now that the pleasure/pain lesson is over, what do you feel like doing Jayden?” I looked at him. “Along with the responsibilities of caring for your sub, you also get the benefit of gaining pleasure from that sub,” he said with a sly grin. I could do anything with this naked girl that I wanted, and she would comply. Immediately, an image of my balls slapping against her chin came unbidden into my mind. She had the sweetest looking mouth, and I suddenly could not wait to fuck it.
“On your knees, right here,” I said, indicating the hardwood floor just in front of my feet. She scrambled off of the table and was in position within seconds. I ran my fingers through her long curly hair.
“Open my jeans.” She quickly unbuckled my belt, popped the button and unzipped my jeans. “Pull them down.” My voice was getting huskier, rougher, with my arousal, as I wanted nothing more than to jerk my jeans down and thrust my cock between those pouting fucking lips, but the anticipation was just so damned sweet. Carefully, she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees. I hissed as the cool air hit my burning flesh. God, I was so fucking turned on by watching her writhe as she came, hearing her whimper as she was spanked. I fucking needed her mouth.
“Open,” I said, stroking her lips which parted immediately, granting me access to that sweet mouth. I pushed my hips forward, forcing my cock none too gently into her mouth. Out of instinct, she rocked back, but didn’t break her stride. She sucked me hard and deep, a low moan resonated in my throat, escaping through my slackened mouth. Fuck, she was good.
“Do you like my cock, Jeanette?” I tried to maintain control as she groaned around me and gave a very slight nod. I pulled out of her mouth quickly, willing myself not to come.
“Come with me,” I said and led her back to the mats in the back of the room. “Lie on your back.” She complied quickly, and I noticed that Master Ethan had followed. I ditched my jeans quickly and got to my knees next to the girl, looking over at Master Ethan.
“She seems like an awfully needy little slut,” I told him with mock solemnity. “I think she might need two cocks to fill her.” Master Ethan chuckled and she blushed a deep red.
“What do you think little one?” he asked her with a lopsided grin. “Do you want us both?” Still blushing, she nodded. I watched briefly as Master Ethan removed the front panel of his pants, then I straddled her shoulders, grasping her wrists, I pushed them firmly into the mat over her head and held them there. On my hands and knees like that, my cock was directly over her face, and I pushed it back into her mouth. Just as I started a steady rhythm, I felt her shift slightly underneath me, and heard Master Ethan groan, telling me that he had just entered her as well. The mental picture of both of us fucking this helpless naked girl made me move my hips faster. She moaned loudly around me, causing wicked vibrations, and I felt them fucking everywhere. My orgasm was fast approaching, I could feel it building. Watching Jeanette’s face, between my legs, I made sure she was okay as I continued to fuck her mouth. She was sucking and running her tongue and teeth over my shaft. It was maddening.
Then, without warning, she began to cry out around me. Alarmed, I pulled back, but she just arched her back pushing her soft breasts up between my legs. Her head thrown back and her little hands wrapped tightly around my wrists, her orgasm was strong and intense as it broke around her, and she was all the more beautiful for it. As it subsided, she caught my eye and her lips parted again, a clear invitation. I complied with her silent request, and felt my body rapidly approaching its release that it had been denied just a little too long, and the sounds she had made in her passion were just a little too enthusiastic. Then, I felt Master Ethan’s fingers stroking my hip, running them very lightly over my skin, more of an affectionate caress than anything, that one small show of warmth was enough to make me fill her sweet little mouth. I cried out as my orgasm exploded out of me and into her, she took every bit, closing her eyes just a moment in order to concentrate. With shaking legs, I pulled away and let myself fall to her side on the mat. Just for a minute, I closed my eyes, and concentrated on catching my breath.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Master Ethan lean forward and wrap his arms around Jeanette’s waist, picking her up using his upper body strength. He was still on his knees, but now the girl was impaled on him, her hands were under her long hair, fingers clasped behind her neck. Her breasts bounced beautifully right in his line of sight as he thrust skillfully up into her, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips as he forced her down onto him. They really were beautiful. He was powerful, masterful, strong, and confident. There was no hesitation in his movements, no doubt, and she was soft, compliant, and radiant in her obvious excitement. Watching them was a privilege.
Incredibly, it was Jeanette’s orgasm that hit first, her third of the evening in nearly rapid succession. As Stephen had indicted, she was incredibly responsive. Master Ethan followed soon after, the look on his face one of deep satisfaction. I had a feeling it was more than just his physical pleasure, he was pleased that I had taken so well to this change in our arrangement. Perhaps he thought I would leave, or that I wouldn’t be interested in him once I had my choice of other playmates. He was wrong – on both counts. We had proved over our week with Lexi that there was something more to our relationship than just our agreement. However, exactly what that something was remained to be seen.
Jeanette lay spent on the mat, her head in Master Ethan’s lap while he stroked her hair, talking to her quietly, “…two more sessions, little one. I will tell Master Stephen what a good girl you were; hopefully he will reward you for your service.” Then he looked up at me.
“Our next submissive will prove to be a real challenge. Genevieve indicated that her little sub is very feisty. The girl has been with her for about six months, but she thought that maybe a little time with us would bend the girl to her will.”
“I look forward to the challenge, Master Ethan.”
* * *
“The thing about suspension,” Master Ethan said as the girl dangled helplessly before him, “is to make sure that there is no interruption in blood flow.” He checked her extremities and then slapped her on the thigh. “Isn’t that right, Danielle?” he asked the girl, grinning and winking at her, and she growled at him bucking hard in her restraints.
“My, my…you are a feisty one,” he chuckled, and went to the back wall to choose an implement for her chastisement. Calling me to come back with him, we went over different options as he explained the pros and cons of each, especially as they related to her current positioning. Together, we selected a braided stick that rounded into a wide loop at the end, a device creatively known as a slapper, and offered a greater degree of precision in her current position. If she were on the ground, she would have been lying on her left side, but she was about three feet above the ground with her arms folded behind her, each wrist bound to the opposite elbow, pushing her breasts out further. A thick chain attached clamps to her nipples, and she was gagged tightly for her insolence. The topmost leg, her right leg, was bound high by the knee, while her left leg dangled helplessly below her leaving her impossibly spread and vulnerable. I just wanted to fuck her, just to watch her squirm, but we had other things to attend to. He handed me the slapper, and I walked over to the girl, noticing that while her face was set, but her eyes were blazing.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Danielle?” I asked her, and she stayed defiantly still and quiet. I brought the implement down hard across her exposed buttocks, leaving a lovely red mark. Danielle jerked, but made no sound. Contin
uing along a measured path over her buttocks and thighs, I whipped her tender flesh along the tops of her inner thighs. Still, she didn’t make a sound. So, I went to the wall, and pulled down a leather flogger. When I returned to the girl who was still resolutely defiant, I whipped her breasts around the clamps as silent tears fell from her eyes, but still no sounds. Then I used the flogger to whip the tender, sensitive flesh between her legs. The continual dampening of the flogger was evidence of her arousal. Still, the tears flowed but she maintained her silent vigil. I walked around her and surveyed my work, her buttocks and thighs were dotted with rounded red marks, her breasts were stained a light pink, and her wet sex was a darker pink. I tossed the pain inducing devices onto a nearby table and picked out a few pleasure inducing ones. When she saw what I carried, her eyes widened at my approach. I looked over at Master Ethan and he nodded approvingly.
I walked around behind her, so she couldn’t see me, heightening her anticipation, and turned on the vibrator. I moved it slowly down her spine. She shivered violently and I chuckled to myself as I continued down her back until the toy rested lightly between her buttocks. Her hips began to move slightly, but I just slid the toy forward onto her already overeager sex. Other than her hard breathing around the gag, she made no obvious noise, even as I rubbed the hard plastic toy up and down the length of her wet sex. Her hips bucked savagely, desperate for that climax, that release. The chain on the clamps swayed, bringing a new sensation with it.
“That feels good, doesn’t it Danielle?” I asked her, and she immediately stopped moving. I laughed, “So stubborn, little one….”
“I think we need to give her a little more incentive to behave, Master Ethan,” I told him, and he winked at me, shrugging away from the wall and walked up behind me as I moved away from the girl.
