“My pet is so responsive.” He pushed one side of her outfit off her shoulder, then the other so it pooled around her waist. Her nipples puckered as a breeze from the air conditioning blew on her, cooling down her heated flesh.
“Take it off the rest of the way.”
She pushed the leather dress down her legs and stepped out of it. He took it from her and hung it from a hook on the wall. He came back and began to run his hands all over her face, her jaw, and her neck. She willed her body to stay absolutely still as his head lowered and he captured her lips with his, his tongue demanding and gaining entry. It swept through her mouth, letting her know in no uncertain terms who owned her. She locked her knees so they wouldn’t give out, his kiss turning her bones to jelly.
He pulled away and reached for something in his bag, holding it up for her inspection. Weighted nipple clamps. They would pull and tug on her nipples while she was bent over in the stocks. Each clamp had a little silver chain hanging from it with a small magnet at the end. The weights were also magnets so he could add as many as he liked to hang from the clamp.
His finger traced circles around her nipples, making them tighten painfully. She bit her lip to stay still and quiet. She’d promised Conor an obedient slave girl tonight.
With years of practice, he efficiently attached the clamps to her nipples, screwing them tightly until she winced. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin of her breasts, sending arrows of pleasure straight to her clit. He reached into the bag and came out with a fabric pouch. He looked like he was thinking then took out two tiny silver balls.
“Are you ready, pet?”
Those silver balls were magnets, and he was going to stick them to the magnet at the end of the chain. He attached first one silver ball then the second, still holding up the chain, taking its weight. He watched her reaction closely as he let the chain go. It was only a few inches long but it swung freely, the tugging on her nipples, sending a shaft of pain and then pleasure to her cunt.
He pulled two more out of the pouch, repeating the process on her other side. She pressed her lips together to control the hiss of pain and the moan of pleasure. He tapped his chin with his finger.
“I didn’t get much reaction from that. I think you need more.”
He pulled two more from the pouch, and she straightened her shoulders. Until the pain turned to something better, this was going to hurt like a bitch. She was shocked when he picked up the chain and added only one magnetic ball before letting it go. The tug wasn’t as bad as she had been expecting, in fact it was starting to feel really good. She arched her back as he lifted the other chain and added the third bead. The chains would swing with her every breath and movement now.
“Do you need to use your safeword, pet?”
“No, Master.”
His hand ran over her stomach and pressed on her bare mound. His fingers delved into her drenched pussy, pushing a finger inside her.
“You’re wet. Do you like the clamps and weights?”
“Very much, Master. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Let’s get you in the stocks. I have plans for you tonight.”
Chapter Six
Although the stocks looked like a torture device, they were actually one of Lisa and Conor’s favorite things to use. The holes for her hands and neck were padded, and it bent her over at the perfect position for a paddling and then a good, hard fucking.
She placed her wrists and neck on the stocks, and he lowered the top, fastening it so she was restrained, her legs braced far apart, her body bent at a ninety-degree angle.
“Wriggle your hands and move your head around.”
He nodded when she complied. “Are you okay, pet?”
“Yes, Master.” Her body was humming with arousal. After their day with Conor’s parents she’d been looking forward to tonight. It was her chance to clear her mind of everything except Conor, herself, and the magic they made together.
He leaned down close to her ear. “I’m going to push you tonight, pet. I’m going to push you close to the edge of your safeword. What do you say if you need me to slow down or take a break?”
“Robin, Master.”
“Good girl. I want you to use that word tonight. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Master.” She shivered in anticipation of how hard he was planning to use her tonight. His hands stroked her bottom and thighs, making her wait for whatever he planned. She tried to stay still as he tickled her sensitive skin, but the weights on the clamps swung, pulling on her sore nipples. Lightning flashes went straight to her clit, making her catch her breath. Her pussy clenched, wanting his thick cock inside of it.
He patted her bottom. “You may come at any time. No need to hold back.”
She relaxed slightly at that, knowing she wouldn’t need to control her pleasure. His hands started rubbing her bottom firmly, bringing the blood rushing to the skin, before stepping away. She heard him open something and then the tap on her bottom.
“No set count. We’ll go until I’ve used you to my satisfaction.”
Lisa waited, trying not to hold her breath. The waiting was always worse than the actual discipline. She heard a soft whistle in the air then jumped as much as she could in the restraints as a white hot line of flame was painted across her ass cheeks.
The crop.
She wriggled her bottom at him to let him know she was ready for more. He took her at her word and began to methodically lay stripes in parallel lines up and down her bottom. Her ass was on fire, each strike ratcheting up the temperature. If he planned on pushing her tonight, she needed to take a small break.
“Robin, Master.”
He stopped immediately, stroking her spine. “Good girl. That’s my good girl. Let’s take a breather.”
She focused and took a few deep breaths, her cunt and clit throbbing with need and her ass burning like Hades with a sunburn. He put a straw up to her mouth so she could sip on some cool water, his hands gentle as they cradled her face.
“Thank you, Master.”
He nuzzled her, pressing his lips to her ear. “Taking care of you is a privilege, pet. I love you so very much. Shall we continue or do you want to use your safeword?”
“Continue, Master.”
He stood and walked back to his place. “We’re going to do these very slowly, pet, so you can decide after each one if you need to safeword.”
The first came down just where her ass and thigh met. She hissed as it burned, her brain turning the pain into pleasure. She went limp against the stocks, letting the scene take over her mind and body. She gave herself over to Master, letting her thoughts drift and tumble in the clouds. There were a few more strokes across her ass, but she barely registered them.
She heard him drop the crop to the floor, and then his hard cock was thrusting inside of her dripping cunt. It was exactly what she’d needed, and she came almost immediately, her pussy clamping down on his cock. The waves shook her body over and over, unrelenting as he pounded in and out of her, his breathing labored, his fingers gripping her hips. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, but not long enough, as Conor let go a string of expletives and his cum spilled inside of her.
He was already unlatching the stocks even before he pulled out of her, setting her free. He wrapped a warm blanket around her and carried her over to an overstuffed sofa, holding her close. He petted her and crooned praise and love words while she floated back to earth. By the time she was aware of her surroundings, one of the house slaves had brought their toy bag and a cold drink.
He lifted the glass and helped her sip the icy beverage. The sugary liquid slid down her throat and helped revive her senses. She wrapped her hand around the glass.
“I’ve got it.”
“Are you sure, blondie? Let me help you.”
She giggled and shook her head. Conor was such a softie after a scene. “I’ve got it, Master. I promise, I’m A-OK.” She took a few more sips. “Feeling awesome, in fact. That was intense, but mind blowing.”<
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“I bet your bottom isn’t feeling so good. Lift up just a little so I can reach my bag. I want to put some ointment on those stripes and have you take a few anti-inflammatory tablets.”
She shifted so she was off his lap and winced as her ass came down on the cushions, although she was still wrapped in the soft blanket so her bare skin didn’t touch the leather. Conor fished out the tube and laid her tenderly over his thighs, applying the cooling ointment to her abused flesh before pulling her back into his lap. He held out two pills.
“Ibuprofen. Down they go.”
She swallowed them down, chased by the soda, then laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying the closeness. Conor never tried to rush through aftercare, and she didn’t either. It was truly her time with him. Time she hadn’t had much of lately.
She ran her fingers back and forth over his shoulder absently, playing the scene back in her mind. This was their ritual, giving her plenty of time and space to process the scene. Finally, he spoke.
“How did you feel about the scene, Lisa? What could we do differently next time?”
She sighed and made a face. “I was still enjoying the head space I was in. You do this every time.”
His arms tightened around her. “You know the rules. We talk about your feelings after every scene. What did you think of tonight’s scene?”
“It was good. Just the right balance of bondage and pain.”
“Not too rough?” His hand was stroking her hair in a soothing motion.
“No. You know you could have gone rougher with me. I like it that way on occasion. I’m no pain-slut, but I like the bite of the crop. You haven’t pushed my boundaries in that way in a long time. Months and months.”
“I think that’s about as rough as I want to get with you. Are you okay with that?”
She sat up in surprise. “Really? You don’t want to do anything more? What about the single-tail?” He’d always seemed to enjoy wielding the whip.
He shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “If we’re changing things up and renegotiating, I’d like to change things on my side as well. I don’t like giving you marks that last for days. I don’t like giving you that much pain. Can you be okay with that?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I can be. We’ve experimented in lots of ways, Conor. But I think I know what I like the most. I don’t need us to play with needles or extreme pain to be satisfied. It’s the bondage and domination I crave more than anything. I need to turn control over to you. The pain just helps me turn off my mind by giving me something else to concentrate on. I can still get to subspace without intense pain. Heck, I could probably get there from just you talking in that special voice you use when you’re in Master mode.”
He stroked his chin, lost in thought for a moment. “If it’s more bondage and domination you crave, I can work with that. I’ll make that a goal for future sessions. I have a few ideas we can try tonight.”
“Tonight?” She gave him her best flirtatious look, her body already starting to respond.
He grinned. “Did you think the evening was over, pet? Baby, I’m just getting started.”
* * * *
Conor settled Lisa on a cushion at his feet, waiting for the stage show to start. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d stayed for the show, coming only to play and then head home. He felt a peace inside of him tonight after their scene. It could only be described as a rightness he hadn’t felt in a long time. They’d connected on a deeper level, a more meaningful level. It was why they’d been interested in the lifestyle to begin with. It had bonded them closer as a couple than their vanilla friends.
“Hey, brother. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Nate slapped him on the back and helped Brianne sit on a pillow next to Lisa. Conor leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of Lisa’s head.
“As long as you don’t bother anyone, I don’t mind if you and Brianne chat. Nate?”
Nate laughed and nodded. “Good idea. A bored submissive is a dangerous submissive. This will keep them busy while we wait for the show to start.”
Brianne and Lisa immediately started talking, their heads closer together, their voices low. Nate accepted a soda from a passing waiter.
“Mom called me the day before we came tonight.”
“Too scared to call me?” Conor asked.
“Have you ever known Mom to be scared of anything? She must eat nails for breakfast to be able to deal with Dad.”
“She’s the only person Dad ever listens to. He’s a human steamroller.”
Nate stretched out his long legs. “She said he’s sorry. He knows he shouldn’t have gone after Lisa. That was very uncool.”
Conor was still angry about the incident, despite Lisa’s nonchalance about it.
“No, he shouldn’t have. He’s been snippy and cold to her before, but never gone after her in an overt way. She says it doesn’t bother her. She says it only bothers her when he’s an asshole to me.”
Nate glanced down at the women, who were engrossed in their own world. “That sounds like Brianne. We’re lucky men. Are you going to call Mom?”
Conor sighed. It was the last fucking thing he wanted to do. “I will. I’m a good son, I guess. The bigger question is, what are we going to do about Dad? He’s become a real son of a bitch since he retired. He was never Mr. Personality, but now he’s over the edge.”
Nate shifted in his chair. “Mom says their friends don’t even want to spend time with them anymore. Dad isn’t treating them very well either.”
“Nice to know he hasn’t singled me and Lisa out.” Conor shook his head. “I can’t imagine his friends taking any of his shit.”
“They don’t. They’re slowly disappearing one by one. And you and Lisa aren’t special. He got snippy with Brianne a couple of weeks ago when Mom babysat Kade and Paige. Made some remark about Kade not being a real Hart.”
Kade was Brianne’s son from her first marriage, but Nate loved him like his own son and had recently adopted him. Kade’s biological father was on the run from the law, possibly in the Cayman Islands.
“Shit, poor Brianne. She must have been so upset. He didn’t say it in front of Kade, did he?”
“No, he didn’t. Brianne acted like nothing happened. I didn’t even hear about it from her. Mom told me about it when I talked to her. When I confronted Brianne, she admitted it happened and that she should have told me.”
Conor chuckled. “Was that before or after you paddled her ass for keeping it from you?”
Nate grinned. “That would be after.” His smile disappeared. “I’m worried about Dad. Mom is, too.”
“We could have him talk to a psychologist or something. Maybe see his regular doctor for a physical.”
“That’s what Mom wants. If she makes the appointments, she asked if you and I would come over and go with them. You know, make him go even if he doesn’t want to.”
“I don’t know if my presence will help anything, but hell yes, I’ll be there if that’s what Mom thinks will help. When?”
A spotlight illuminated the stage. The show was about to start.
“She’ll call us with the date and time,” Nate whispered. The crowd had fallen quiet.
A young man was led out onto the stage by a leash and strapped to a St. Andrews cross. His back was exposed, and one look at the Dominant coming into view, and Conor knew what was going to happen. Evan was an experienced Dominant and an expert in impact play. He didn’t have a regular sub and came to these parties as mainly a service Top, teaching and sharing his knowledge.
Evan spoke with the sub, probably establishing safewords, with what appeared to be his regular Master standing next to them, nodding and smiling. The Master took a few steps back, and Evan walked back a few paces and picked up a flogger from a table at the side of the stage.
“Did we miss anything?” Ian Taggert, known in the lifestyle as the Devil Dom, was pulling up a chair next to Conor and helping a smiling Tori Cordell sit at his feet on a p
ile of pillows.
Conor shook his head, keeping his voice low. “The show’s just getting started. It looks like Evan is going to Top that Master’s sub.”
Ian nodded. “I know them. The sub is a beggar. He likes to beg and plead for mercy, but doesn’t really want it. Evan is a good match for him.”
Evan began swishing the flogger on the man’s bare back, bottom, and legs, softly. Just enough to tickle and drive him crazy, every so often giving him a slightly harder slap.
Conor leaned over to Ian. “Nate and I gave permission to the women to talk if they wished.”
Ian nodded and bent to whisper something in Tori’s ear. Her face lit up, and she leaned forward to Lisa, whispering something Conor couldn’t hear but probably had something to do with the wedding next weekend. Tori and Ian were getting married next weekend, and it was all Lisa and her friends could talk about.
Evan was flogging the sub harder now, the strands making a solid thud each time it made contact with flesh. The sub was twisting in the restraints, his skin flushed pink, his mouth open and panting. He howled in protest when Evan stopped. The Master stepped forward and pulled the sub’s head back by his hair, speaking to him.
Evan came forward again, this time with a crop. He didn’t tease the sub, but began laying long stripes across his ass cheeks. The sub began to beg and plead for mercy when Evan moved the crop to the tender skin at the back of his thighs. Evan’s expression was impassive, but Conor could see how intently he watched the young man and how his gaze would flicker to the Master’s, ensuring the safety and well-being of the sub.
Evan tossed the crop on the table and picked up a cane, swishing it through the air and making the sub on the cross extremely nervous. Evan began caning the sub’s already sore ass, long red marks all in a row. Tears were falling down the sub’s face, and he was pleading for mercy, promising his Master the world and beyond if the discipline would cease.
Evan nodded to the Master. The Master approached the sub, reaching for his cock, trapped between his body and the cross. With the angle and the lighting, one couldn’t see what the Master was doing, but the expression on the sub’s face was pure ecstasy. Evan came up behind them and started spanking the sub with a long wooden paddle. It was only moments later the sub screamed as he came, his body covered in sweat.
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