Looking disappointed, Gwen still volunteered. He was a little surprised since she wasn’t one of those who had taken everything off earlier.
Removing her underwear now, she climbed onto the table then was blindfolded and tied down, her legs strapped wide apart. Another towel was folded up and placed under her buttocks. The rest of the group was encouraged to stand around the table to watch. He saw Kat stay toward the back.
As it happened, it was neither Monica nor Ben who were to do the shaving but the female trainer who had taken the fainting woman out of the room before returning. He was glad it wasn’t him in this instance, although he did enjoy shaving a woman’s pussy, but it gave him the chance to watch Kat as she studied the activity.
The trainer brought over the supplies she had readied earlier, while Monica brought over a fresh bowl of warm water. He could see the volunteer was trembling a little. Well, shaving was nothing new to women as well as men, but he wondered how many of those in the room had actually shaved their pussy—let alone had someone else do it for them. He had been told it was very arousing having someone shave that area of the body, particularly if it was their partner.
Stella, who was doing the shaving, started off placing a hot towel over the pussy area. Removing that, she then selected some small scissors and started to cut away chunks of hair, avoiding getting too close to the skin.
Noticing Kat tilting her head to one side to get a better view, Ben briefly mused what it would be like to shave her pussy. He could see her biting her lip in anticipation and smiled to himself.
Looking back at the activity, he could see that Stella was holding up a bottle of special shaving cream. It was his turn to speak. “The cream that is going to be used is especially made for sensitive areas like genitals.” The volunteer groaned as Stella gently rubbed the cream into her pussy.
He could see several of the women shifting on their feet as they began to get aroused by this. He grinned and watched as Stella bent her head down to make sure the cream was coating Gwen’s crease all the way to her anus.
Kat’s expression was one of absolute fascination in what was happening. He could see her nipples pebbling in her bra and felt his cock harden at the sight. He wished she had been brave enough earlier to take it off.
An “eek” came from the woman on the table. Ben glanced down. Stella had shaved off the hair around the mound and was starting on the area either side of the labia. The woman wasn’t in pain, just startled. “You see now why it is a good idea to be strapped down if you do decide to have someone else do this for you or you could end up cut,” he stated, probably unnecessarily.
Moving forward, Ben started caressing Gwen’s breasts. She whimpered in response.
“It makes a good threesome activity if the third person strokes the woman, calming her, giving her something else to think about other than what dangerous things might be happening below.”
He glanced at Kat as he said this. Her eyes were wide open, showing desire and fear in equal measure. Hm, that’s curious. Would she be interested in a ménage? Then he shook his head in disbelief that he actually thought that of her.
By now the shaving was coming to an end as Stella wiped off the remaining cream before inspecting her work.
“You will see that the trainer is making sure all the hair is removed. There are fiddly bits that get left behind, particularly in difficult-to-see areas like around the anus.” Monica actually said that. Ben had been too busy thinking about Kat.
Stella moved back, taking all the supplies and bowl with her and Monica released the volunteer who was panting heavily with arousal.
Ben looked at Kat as he spoke, “If anyone else wishes to remain behind to have their pussy shaved, feel free to stay. Otherwise this session is finished. You may dress and leave. Lunch is served in forty-five minutes.”
Unfortunately Kat wasn’t one of those who wanted to be shaved. He didn’t really expect her to. Now he had to wrack his brains to remember what she was up to that afternoon. On the other hand, maybe he should stay clear of her for a while. His feelings for her were confusing him. He didn’t know if he wanted her to show submissiveness or not.
Chapter Four
As Kat fixed her makeup for dinner, she pondered on the past thirty-six hours since her arrival, which had been quite an eye-opener. She had to avoid poking herself in the eye with the mascara as her attention wandered.
After the morning’s session on presentation, she had attended an afternoon class which detailed various forms of instruments used in punishment. At least Ben hadn’t been present for that one. His presence got her heart racing—not only because she was attracted to him, but because she wanted to show herself to him in the best light possible and always seemed to end up getting it wrong, much to her chagrin.
Grimacing to herself in the mirror, she raised the mascara again and thought back to the afternoon session. She still wasn’t entirely convinced by the assertion that one could have erotic pain.
Ellie had also been in that session and Kat practically had to hold the girl down to stop her volunteering for everything.
They had asked for someone to try out being flogged. It had looked like a whip to Kat, but the trainer explained that the difference was that a whip had a single lash at the end, while the flogger had several. They had also been shown a crop, which looked something like a whip with a small, thin flyswatter at the end. A cane, on the other hand, was exactly what she expected. Once again Celia was also at this session, but despite her usual loud rumblings, she had still been entranced by the paddle—often used on new subs or by new Doms.
However, Kat was more surprised by the suggestion that ordinary everyday implements could be used, like a wooden spoon or a ruler.
Amazingly it was Celia who volunteered. Kat suspected that the woman had a deep need to be dominated, even if she had yelled vociferously throughout the exercise, which only lasted for five “floggings” and looked fairly gentle to Kat’s untrained eye. Now with that instrument, she could see the use in erotic play as the suede ends were trailed over Celia sensuously, causing her to arch her back.
Despite her lack of doubts over the use of pain for erotic purposes, she was beginning to get hooked into the life, although would she want to continue if it wasn’t for Ben, she wondered?
Kat’s eyeliner smudged as her attention wavered again. She cursed, wiped it off, and began again.
* * * *
Dinner was over and everyone was sitting around talking. Quiet suddenly came over the room as Ben stood just a few tables from where Kat sat with Ellie. He knew how easily he commanded everyone’s attention without saying a word. “We have a demonstration taking place shortly. I am not asking for volunteers this time. This is a demonstration by an experienced Dom with an experienced sub to give you a flavor of the lifestyle. For this one, we will be demonstrating the use of the crop. I think most of you have taken part in the session on the use of punishment implements by now, so you will be familiar with it, if not how it is used. For those of you wishing to see the demo, it will be taking place in the blue room in half an hour.”
“Oh we absolutely have to attend that,” he overheard an enthusiastic Ellie cry out to Kat, who smiled at her friend’s response.
He smiled, too, as he left the room. Everything was exciting to Ellie. Actually, she would be a prime candidate for the other form of punishment they taught, that of being sent to a room by themselves. The lack of attention from the Master was a punishment in itself. He just wished Kat showed as much enthusiasm as her friend. Part of him was still sure she was unsuited to this life. On the other hand, he would love to be the one to teach her and watch her grow under his tutelage. He shivered with arousal at the thought.
At the ordained time, delegates filed into the room. Ben was pleased to see Kat enter with Ellie.
Meanwhile he stood to the side of a frame in the middle of which hung a woman, her hands tied to either top corner of the frame, her feet pulled apart and tied to the bott
om two corners themselves fixed to ground supports to add stability to the entire structure. She wasn’t off the ground, but her feet weren’t totally flat to the floor either, just her toes. Erica was a submissive belonging to Master Gary, and she had taken part in demonstrations on various occasions. Although this time it wasn’t her Master doing the demonstrating but him.
“Come on. I haven’t got all evening,” he chided the latecomers. It looked like most of the conference delegates had come to watch and he had to raise his voice. “Very well, settle down and listen.”
Silence settled quickly as they were clearly eager to find out more.
“There are various ways in which a sub can be restrained for their punishment. It doesn’t always have to include an apparatus like this. A Dom could simply take you over his knee for a spanking. You will see, and maybe experience, other ones during the week. I have chosen this frame which resembles a hanging frame because it allows me to administer punishment to the sub’s backside as well as to their front. In this instance, I could have hung her from a hook in the ceiling, but then she might have moved around, and I need her to be static for my purposes.”
Stopping to take a pause seemingly, but in reality to glance over at Kat, he saw her body was rigid. Damn, if she hates what she’s seen so far, she’s going to loathe the rest of the demonstration.
He continued, trying to concentrate on what he was doing. Any form of B&D was dangerous, and he needed to give it his full attention. “Not all implements are suitable for punishment to areas other than the buttocks and thighs. Ladies, if you have a big butt that gives you more padding.”
That got a laugh, but was a well-rehearsed line, so he could afford to include it in his lecture without it affecting his concentration.
“At all times it is advisable to avoid the lower back so not to damage vital organs like the kidneys. So if someone ever tries that, I would suggest you to use your safe word and get away from them as fast as you can. However, if your Master is properly trained, they will know which parts of the body are safe for the implement they are using. You might be interested to know that there are fewer injuries inflicted in BDSM than a person receives in sports like boxing or football.”
The room was deathly quiet, all of them listening to his every word. It was moments like this that he enjoyed being a Master, knowing he had the crowd enthralled. He got a similar kick when lecturing. In the real world he was a university lecturer who taught history.
Deciding to stir them up, he suddenly flicked the crop in his hand so it cut across the quiet with a crack. Pretty much everyone jumped and then laughed in embarrassment.
“This, in case you have forgotten, is a crop. The sub restrained here is Erica, who has been very naughty according to her Dom, Master Gary over there, as she keeps ‘coming’ without permission. He has therefore authorized twenty strikes.”
There was a gasp as the crowd took this in. Clearly they thought this was excessive. He glanced at Kat’s face. She was biting her bottom lip, but her eyes looked bright and excited.
“Hands up, how many of you think twenty is too many?” He waited patiently for about half the class to raise their hands. He noted with surprise that Kat wasn’t one of them. “And what about you, Erica, do you think twenty is too many?”
The restrained woman chuckled. “No, Sir. Not nearly enough.”
“In that case, what do you think, Master Gary? Should we raise the total, say to twenty-five?”
“I suspect you are playing into her hands,” was the wry answer as Gary clearly thought she had said that to get more erotic punishment. “But by all means, give her the extra.”
As everyone was looking toward Master Gary, they were all startled when Ben suddenly whipped the crop at Erica’s buttocks, forcing a cry from her which was echoed around the room as the attention of the students was brought back to him, just as he had intended.
* * * *
Kat had jumped when he hit Erica but stifled an exclamation, unlike Ellie next to her who had also grabbed Kat’s arm, startling her as she did.
As Ben continued with four more hits to Erica’s buttocks, followed by five to the backs of her thighs, Kat was hard-pressed not to flinch with every hit. She looked closely at Erica’s face. She might be crying out with every hit—which were a hell of a lot harder than the flogging given to Celia earlier, much to Kat’s surprise—but her face seemed to show pleasure not pain.
Ben came around to the front of the frame. He took a moment to remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves.
“It isn’t advisable to give a sub all their strokes in one go. A good Dom will take his time giving the sub a moment to recover from the first lot before continuing. That is the real reason I have taken this opportunity to remove my jacket and roll up my sleeves. Another way might be to turn away to talk to someone, take a sip of water, check on bindings, and so on. At the same time as letting the sub recover, it also gives time for their arousal to build, their tension to increase.”
At that moment he raised the crop and hit her on the front of her thighs this time, another five. He stopped again.
Wondering which parts of her body Erica preferred being hit, Kat watched closely.
“Tell me, Erica,” asked Ben. “Which area hurts the most so far?”
Kat started. It was almost as if he had read her mind.
“Back of the thigh. That stings the most.” As she said that, Gary moved around to rub her thighs soothingly.
“Pain tolerance from one person to another varies enormously. A Dom will learn those tolerances. As they continue with the punishment, they might take time out to rub the worst hit area like Gary has just finished doing. Another method might be just to have a lighter touch in some areas.”
As he finished, he raised his hand high. Kat flinched thinking he was going to hit Erica in the face, but he brought the crop down on her left breast, hitting the nipple squarely, if less fiercely than before. Erica cried out loudly—the loudest yet.
“Too hard?” Ben asked the restrained submissive.
“No, just right.”
Kat could have hit him herself for the satisfied smirk he now gave the crowd. He continued with another four hits to the breasts. She noticed Erica was shaking violently by the time he had finished.
“Oh God. Master, please let me come?”
“No.” Both Ben and Gary spoke at the same time. Then Gary continued, “You know better than that. You cannot come until your chastisement is complete, particularly as you requested the extra punishment. I count five more to go.”
Ben turned back to the crowd. “As you know from earlier sessions, a sub may be punished in public or in private. If the sub is not into exhibitionism and the reason for the punishment is to admonish and not for erotic pain, then public humiliation is ideal. If, like Erica here, they are into exhibitionism and love erotic pain, it might be necessary to spread out their penance to make them suffer or wait for their climax. You might also like to gag them in some way because they are then unable to show their excitement vocally or call out to their Master for permission to come. They have to wait until their Master decides it is time.”
Kat nearly giggled at the look of undiluted hatred Erica just gave Ben behind his back as he spoke. He was clearly oblivious to what had happened. That was interesting, she considered, as it meant the submissive didn’t have to be totally without emotion. Although if he had seen, would it have earned her more punishment? The thought of Ben giving herself such punishment for her own misdemeanors got Kat’s heart racing.
“And now for the final set of strikes. You may be wondering where I am going to place these ones, and you may be surprised at where I do put them… ” He paused, clearly for emphasis. “It is going to be her pussy.”
Loud gasps followed this announcement, not least from Kat. Holy shit, she thought to herself, resisting the urge to cover her own pussy in instinctive reaction. Instead, she clenched her hands tightly around her arms.
Ben held up the
crop. “This instrument is ideal, unlike a whip whose lash might damage the sensitive pussy area. You may also note I have left this area of her body to the last. That is because I know Erica will be very aroused at this point, and her clit is going to be engorged, so when I strike it, it will cause an extreme reaction. She may very well climax as I do. On the other hand, Erica is very experienced, and she will hold back until I am finished.” He turned to her. “Only on the last strike you may come, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Master.” Erica’s shaking, which had subsided in the interim, had increased again in anticipation.
Kat jumped as Ben gave Erica the first hit, and she raised a hand to her mouth to muffle any sounds she made in sympathy.
Erica cried, “Oh God.” And then thrust her body forward as much as she could as if to get to the crop herself. The second hit, Kat noticed, was lighter but had no less a reaction from Erica. The third and fourth were given quickly. Kat saw Erica squirming desperately, trying unsuccessfully to close her legs.
“Pleeeease, Master.”
As he gave her the final hit, the cry of release that came from Erica resounded around the room. Kat looked around her, wondering if anyone had similarly come. Her own clit was pulsing so madly it wouldn’t take more than a brush of a hand to come herself, and that stunned her as she hadn’t been aware when erotic pain like this had become arousing to her instead of a mystery.
So entranced by what had happened and her own reaction, Kat was surprised when Maurice took center stage. She hadn’t even noticed the trainer coming into the room. She shuddered. He gave her the creeps the way he leered at her breasts.
“Right, everyone. That is the end of the demonstration. Tomorrow you will be paired off with a Master to have individual sessions. Because we have more students than Masters, these individual tutorials will be staggered and those not having them will be attending the usual lessons.”
Ellie looked over at Kat, the excitement evident in her face.
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