Paul and Vaughn had decided on Valentine’s Day as the day for her first foray back to Le Club since their Christmas trip to Fort Lauderdale. He was anxious to see if she had gotten over the fears engendered by the Wade incident to the extent that she could tolerate a scene in an actual dungeon. They had played in the private dungeon at his loft a few times at her insistence, but that wasn’t the same thing as playing with other people around. He had also refused to use a whip on her again. She wanted him to try tonight, but he thought he would decide when he saw how she reacted to the club.
Paul knew her friends Alexa and Cyndy were anxious to have her return to Le Club as well, and they had promised to be present tonight just in case this first time back in a BDSM club didn’t go well. He wouldn’t have pushed the issue except Vaughn had indicated that she missed their dungeon time. He wasn’t sure she hadn’t said that just because she supposed that he missed it. Of course he did, since it was an important part of his sexual identity, but he would have gladly given it up if the alternative was to lose Vaughn.
Vaughn was becoming more essential to him every day. He discovered something new about her almost on a daily basis. They spent just about every night together either at her townhouse or at his industrial-style loft on the river. He found he wanted to spend less and less time hanging out at his restaurants talking to patrons. He had decided that the restaurants in Atlanta were going to be sold so he could concentrate on matters in Savannah—both business and personal.
Paul thought he had made some progress on her body image issues as well. After the Wade incident, she had come to realize that a few extra pounds were nothing compared to what she could have faced had she not been rescued when she had. She decided to just stop worrying about it. Conversely, as soon as she stopped obsessing about her weight and started to have the occasional grande coffee and a cookie, she started to slowly drop pounds. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that since he loved her opulent body, and especially that spectacular ass, just the way it was. He had decided that if she was happy he would keep his mouth shut about the issue. Their relationship had become the most important thing in his life, and he would do anything to keep her healthy and happy.
He pulled though the security gates of Le Club Waterfront-Savannah, which was located in a converted cotton warehouse directly on the river. The exterior looked as it had over a hundred years ago. The rosy brick was softly worn and the entrance had only a sign warning “Danger—Enter at Your Own Risk” and a palm plate.
Paul parked his car in the club’s heavily secured parking lot and jogged around to the passenger side in time to help her down from the high, dark blue GMC SUV. The high-heeled black pumps she wore were definitely ankle twisters.
“I told you those shoes were too high. You’re going to turn an ankle.”
“But they’re beautiful, and they go so well with this dress.” He sighed. Women.
Vaughn had ordered a couple of the latex sub wear outfits that she would have felt uncomfortable in a few pounds ago. He had to admit she looked spectacular, and the tight dress emphasized her fabulous ass and high breasts. He was looking forward to getting his hands on that ass tonight. Her sun-streaked hair was bundled into a wispy bun on top of her head to get it out of the way, and she carried a bag which held the new, black patent leather cuffs he had bought for her for the occasion. He had a couple of other surprises for her tucked in his toy bag as well. He had booked a theme room should they need it, but he planned to start out in the main dungeon and see how it went. They could always adjourn to the theme room if it became necessary.
Paul and Vaughn stepped into the highly secured reception area which boasted a bank of monitors for the sophisticated surveillance system of cameras in the parking lot as well as throughout the building. He took a few minutes to add her to his membership, although she had already signed the confidentiality documents prior to her first visit there with Alexa and Cyndy.
He glanced down at the attendance roster and saw that the girls were indeed already there. They would probably be relaxing in “uncollared sub land.” He was glad just in case Vaughn needed some moral support. He adored both girls, and they made him laugh on a regular basis with their nonsense. But most of all, he appreciated the love and encouragement they gave Vaughn—not that they didn’t snipe and snark at each other all the time. That was the relationship dynamic, but they were there for her no matter what. That was the most important thing to him and earned them his everlasting friendship.
“Are you sure about this, babe? We can just watch tonight and try it ourselves another time.”
“No. I’m sure, Master. I want to try.” So she had slipped back into protocol without having to be reminded. That indicated to him that she had been thinking about this a lot. He didn’t know if that was good or bad.
“Okay. Let’s go for it.” He moved into the main dungeon with her walking a pace behind him as was correct, and went over to one of the St. Andrew’s cross installations along the wall. It was bathed in a cone of bright light. He dropped his toy bag on the floor next to the cross and opened it. He looked up at Vaughn standing there uncertainly. “Strip, sub. Fold your clothes neatly and leave them beside my bag.” The Dom voice and clear instructions would help settle her nerves. He saw her looking around apprehensively and realized she was looking for Jeremiah Wade. He pulled her into his arms and whispered, “He’s not here, baby. I’ve been keeping tabs on him. He moved to Athens with his daughters to open a branch office for his firm. I guess he felt uncomfortable in Savannah.”
“Really? I didn’t know. That’s great.” Then she looked a little uncertain. “I feel kind of bad about the whole situation.”
“Well, you shouldn’t. None of it was your fault so get that right out of your head.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Let’s get started. I’m waiting to see you naked and in those new cuffs.”
“Yes, Master.” She hurried to comply. He could see that her hands were a little unsteady, but soon she was standing before the cross naked with the black patent leather cuffs buckled around her wrists and ankles.
“Get into position, sub, and I’ll fasten your cuffs.” He checked the cuffs for proper fit and then secured her into place. “Are you sure you’re okay and want to proceed? Don’t forget your safe words if it gets to be too much.”
“I’m okay, and I remember my safe words—red, yellow, green. Good to go, sir.”
He began the massage routine that they both so enjoyed. He ran his big hands up and down her back and over her butt and thighs, gently kneading her flesh, occasionally migrating to the front to skim her breasts and tweak her nipples. Nipple clamps were definitely on the agenda and soon. He smacked her bottom a few times when he was sure her muscles were relaxed and warmed sufficiently. He was glad to see that the jiggle factor had not been ruined by her recent weight loss.
He bent down and removed some objects from his toy bag. The bag was directly in her line of sight, and she saw him line up the crop with the dildo handle, matching floggers, canes, short quirt, and three foot single tail whip, some but not all of which he planned to use on her tonight. He also had a selection of toys comprised of kitchen implements that served as handy impact toys, some of his favorites being a wooden spoon, spatula, and plastic strainer with holes in the scoop section. He always enjoyed a trip to the kitchen supply store to hunt up new and interesting toys. He had also gotten a selection of new rubber belts from his mechanic, but he didn’t think Vaughn was ready for those or ever would be. They were for use on dedicated masochists, and he probably would be handing them off to a couple of his friends.
When he had all the toys laid out and Vaughn had had a chance to check them out and up the anxiety ante a bit, he reached down for the two matching suede floggers. They were not harsh, and she had enjoyed them when they had been in Florida. He began twirling them in his hands to get his rhythm going. The Florentine flogger routines were some of his favorites. It was showy to watch and int
eresting for his sub to feel. It had taken months to perfect the four point Florentine, and then more time to perfect the more difficult six point and figure eight Florentines before he would use them on a live subject. He had practiced relentlessly and always drew an enthralled audience in the dungeon.
Paul threw the first strikes against her butt and upper back, being careful to avoid her vital organs and sensitive areas near joints or bone. He started with a slower rhythm and gentle impact to warm up her skin and muscles before gradually increasing the speed and strength of the strikes. Her skin began to pink up nicely and she began groaning her pleasure as she felt the deep massaging effect of the equally weighted instruments. It might look harsh, but the actual feeling was very pleasant. There was no impact play he used in the dungeon that he hadn’t experience himself. It was only fair that he be educated in the sensations, implements, and techniques that he used on others. That was what being a Master Dom meant to him. He could see Vaughn beginning to relax into his rhythm.
When she was fully relaxed, he smacked her tempting butt a few times with the flat of his hand before he picked up the crop with the dildo handle. This instrument was a step up on the sensation scale. He was building toward a crescendo and then a slow descent. The crop gave a sharp stinging feeling, and the dildo handle had interesting uses as well. Paul thought he would save that for another day. He struck her alternate cheeks in a rhythmic pattern while he carefully watched her reaction. He didn’t anticipate a problem with any of his toys except the whip. That was what Jeremiah Wade had used to terrorize her in the dungeon theme room the day he had sent the fabricated text message on Paul’s cell phone to coax her to meet him. Paul still felt guilty that his carelessness in leaving his phone on the breakfast table had provided the opportunity that Wade needed to get to Vaughn. He shook off his reminiscences. He had to keep his eye on the ball here and not let his concentration wander.
Vaughn was groaning and he thought it was time to step it up again. He dropped the crop and picked up two flexible bamboo canes. The strike of the cane against skin was like a viper’s bite, and he didn’t want to use it on Vaughn in that manner. He had another more pleasurable use in mind. He inserted the nubby shaft of one of the canes between her thighs until it was nudged between her labia. He slid the knobbed surface back and forth against her pussy lips and clit while she moaned in earnest, and then he started tapping the shaft of one cane with the other until the vibration had Vaughn almost on the edge of an orgasm. He withdrew the canes before she tipped over the edge, and he smiled at her frustrated groan. There was almost nothing he enjoyed more than playing his sub’s body like a musical instrument.
This was the moment he had been waiting for. She was on the edge of her pleasure and close to falling into subspace. He dropped the canes and picked up the single tail whip. He hoped she wouldn’t notice, and she didn’t until she felt the butterfly kisses on her back and butt. They were like light bee stings peppering her skin. He didn’t want her to be afraid of this tool, because that was all it was in the right hands—which hadn’t been those of Jeremiah Wade. He continued the bee stings until he was sure she was as the top of the arc of sensation, and then he laid one harder strike across both cheeks. She spiraled into a monumental orgasm that continued to build and finally crested before she began to come down. He ran his fingers over her slick pussy and clit to stretch the orgasm to its maximum length. Then he dropped the whip and picked up the floggers again to assist her in her descent from the mountaintop of her orgasm.
He took his time with the floggers, starting with a heavier beat and coming down to a light massage before he finished. Vaughn had slumped in her restraints, and he could see she had slipped into subspace. He released her cuffs and gathered her unresisting body into his arms. He headed for a big, deep leather chair in the aftercare section of the lounge. It was quiet and the lighting was subdued. He held a bottle of tepid water to her lips and pulled a soft cotton throw over her body. He brushed the tendrils of blonde hair back from her damp forehead and planted a kiss on each of her cheeks. She snuggled into his chest, and he could feel her relaxing in his arms.
Alexa and Cyndy had been watching the scene from just outside the cone of light, and they quietly approached his chair. He glanced up at them and saw their smiles. They approved how he had handled the scene and Vaughn’s reintroduction to the dungeon.
Alexa said, “That was well done, Master Paul. Thank you for taking such good care of our friend.”
Cyndy moved closer to the chair and ran her hand gently over Vaughn’s back and said, “We love you Vaughnie, and we’re proud of you.” Then they melted into the shadows and left him alone with Vaughn.
The scene had been intense for both of them. He took a bottle of cold water from the dungeon monitor and drained it one long gulp. He had to guard himself against Dom drop because he had other business with Vaughn before the night was over. When she came back from subspace he would move them into the sultan’s theme room for the rest of the festivities. In the meantime he just lay back in the chair and enjoyed holding his warm, compliant woman in his arms.
* * * *
Vaughn came back around slowly. She was warm and safe in Paul’s arms, and she had surmounted the obstacle of the dreaded whip. It no longer held any mystique or terror for her. She could put the Jeremiah Wade incident out of her mind. She had donated the ten thousand dollars to the Savannah Children’s Society, The Savannah Humane Society, and several other children and animal charities. She was done with that Chapter of her life. She wanted to move on now. She knew that she could trust Paul to always put her first, be sure she was safe, and bring her astounding pleasure. And those were good lessons to have learned from the experience.
She looked up into his handsome face. It was tipped back and his eyes were closed. There was a slight smile on his firm lips. She was tempted to play possum just so she could enjoy the warmth and security of his strong arms for a little longer, but she still had a job to do. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given her. Vaughn reached up and kissed his chin and his strong jaw.
“So, you’re back in the world of the living, are you? How do you feel?”
“I feel wonderful, Master. I want to give you pleasure now.”
“That’s good. We’ll move to the theme room for a little privacy. What do you say to that, subbie?”
“I say yes, please, Master.”
Vaughn knew that Paul had signaled to the attendant that he was done with the station they had used, that it could be cleaned, and that his toy bag could be repacked. It and Vaughn’s clothes had been delivered to the theme room. Now he stood up and moved through the dungeon with her in his arms. God, he was strong. He made her feel like a little doll. A naked little doll. Yikes, that was something she would have to work on getting used to. She burrowed against his chest to hide as much of herself as possible until she felt the warning smack on her butt that told her he had noticed and knew what she was doing. Crap. She couldn’t get away with much with this man.
She saw the plaque outside the door above the card reader. She grinned. He swiped them into the sultan’s theme room. Her eyes popped wide when the dim lights came on. The room looked just like a concubine’s quarters in the harem of a pasha’s palace. It was opulent in the extreme with gold and jeweled hangings surrounding a high and very ornately carved bed.
He laid her down on a chaise that was covered in heavy silk tapestry fabric that matched the comforter and pillows on the bed. Of course, she had never seen this room before. She wondered if Alexa and Cyndy had seen it. She couldn’t wait to tell them all about it. It was so much fun to have best friends to share these experiences with. She didn’t know what she would have done without them. They had both been a big help in helping her deal with her feelings about the JW incident as they had begun to call it for convenience. And they had been ready and able to give her a kick in the butt when they thought she needed one. They didn’t coddle. They supported. And so did Paul, and sh
e was grateful for that. He wanted her to be all that she could be. He didn’t want to hold her back or subjugate her. The gift of submission was hers to give and his to treasure. But they didn’t live the lifestyle twenty-four-seven. Their D/s relationship was mostly confined to the bedroom and the dungeon. He was playful and affectionate and allowed her to be the same, although she got plenty of smacks on the ass. She didn’t think a high-protocol relationship would be for her, although she had met several couples now who enjoyed that dynamic.
Vaughn smiled when Paul lay down on top of her on the chaise. She hoped it was strong enough to hold the two of them. Crashing to the floor would be embarrassing, but then she relaxed. She was sure this furniture was built to take a pounding—literally. He crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her hard and deep, and she opened to him like a flower seeking the sun. When she was beginning to crave more, he sat up and straddled her body with his strong, muscular thighs. The bulge of his steel-hard cock behind his taut leathers was mere inches away from her mouth. She was beginning to salivate at the prospect of taking him between her lips. She looked at him with inquiry in her eyes and said, “May I pleasure you, Master?”
“Of course, sub. My body is yours as your body is mine.”
Vaughn opened the front of his trousers and his cock sprang free. Paul stood up and quickly stripped out of his leathers and then straddled her again. She reached for him and took him into both her hands and began to massage his thick shaft. She looked into his eyes as she licked the drop of pre cum from the slit. She carefully took the velvety head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck and lick up one side and down the other. Finally, she sucked him in, and Paul sighed in relief. He pumped his cock deep into her mouth, and she continued her ministrations until he blasted off. A jet of semen shot into her mouth and down her throat. She smiled up at him as a feeling of satisfaction that she had been able to bring him pleasure through her own efforts rushed through her heart. The degree of intimacy she felt was astounding. She had never felt this close to another man.
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