by Roop, Cassy
Manolo Blahniks? Holy Shit!
Kelly rose up from where she was perched on the couch and sauntered her way over to me. I saw the moment her eyes dilated and I feared she would faint.
‘Holy shit, Ashley! Manolo Blahniks? Fuck, I may have to join this training program just for the damn shoes. Someone wants you in style,” she said as she traced her fingers down the pink satin ribbon on the corset. I looked up at the clock and noticed that it was five-thirty already. I needed to hurry and get ready before the car arrived.
“Kelly, I cannot wear this in public!” I exclaimed as I eyed the outfit again.
“You can borrow my trench coat to wear over it.”
“You have a trench coat?” I asked her, “Do I want to know why you have one?”
“Probably not.” She giggled.
Hurriedly, I went to my room to put on the corset outfit that I was required to wear for the night. The silkiness of the corset felt wonderful against my skin that was flushed from nerves. The bust of the corset had my breasts pushed up showing off my cleavage. Reaching down into the bag, I searched for the panties. When I did not find any there, I looked in the bag with the shoes, nothing. Did they forget? Maybe I have something that would match.
“Kelly! They forgot to send the panties with this outfit!” I yelled toward my friend in the living room. Within seconds, she was standing at my bedroom door, and here I was naked from the waist down. The bottom of the corset barely covered up my girly parts. One move and I would be exposed in all my glory.
“Oh honey, they didn’t tell you? No panties are the rule. Subs aren’t allowed to wear them, or pants for that matter. Only dresses, skirts or what the master, or in your case, trainer specifies. It looks like your trainer wants you bare.” She said with a wicked grin as she pointed to my now waxed vagina. My hands flew in front of me to cover up the sensitive pink flesh at the apex of my thighs.
“Are you crazy, Kelly? I can’t go walking around the club with my pussy showing! The only person to ever see that part of me was my momma when she changed my diapers, and Jared.”
I paused when I thought about my mom. What would she think about her little girl dressing up like this and going to a BDSM club? I looked up to the ceiling said a silent prayer to my mom in heaven. Please don’t think bad of me, momma. I just want to break out of this shell. I missed my mom more than anything. It had been several years since she was taken from us too soon due to breast cancer.
“Ashley, you can and you will. Just go with it. I promise you that you will find it very...exciting.”
“You, Kelly, are a freak, but I love you.” She smiled at me before spinning on her heel and walking next door to her room.
“You’ll see!” she said in sing-song.
I picked up the black stockings and glided them up my legs before clipping them into the garter belts. I slid my feet into the very tall, very expensive Manolo’s, then turned to face myself in the mirror.
Who the hell is this girl staring back at me?
Kelly walked back in and handed me a large black trench coat. She looked me up and down for a moment eyeing the entire ensemble now that I was completely dressed.
“You look like a sexy vixen, Ashley. Your trainer is going to be knocked off his feet. Dominic better have extra security because all the doms at the club are going to want to get a piece of you!” Kelly said with a huge smile on her face.
I had to admit that I looked pretty good as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I felt different, sexy. I didn’t think I had ever felt that sexy, ever. I was broken away from my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.
Shit! The car is here.
I put my arms through the long sleeves of the trench coat and crossed both sides of it across my chest before tying the belt at my waist. There. No one will be able to tell that I was half naked under it. I hesitantly walked on unsteady legs in the Manalo’s down the hall to the living room just as Kelly opened the door. On the other side stood a man dressed in a black dress shirt and black pants. I swear if the guy flexed, the shirt would rip. His dark hair was cropped short, and he had baby blue eyes. His posture hinted at an aura of authority.
“Good evening, ladies. I am here to escort Ms. Carter to the club. I’m Drake Loreno, I am part of the security team for Dominic and Knox.”
I saw Kelly’s reaction at the mention of Knox’s name. I had only seen the man once, and that was when I was being escorted from the club.
“Will Knox be there tonight?” Kelly asked not so nonchalantly.
“Yes, ma’am, but he won’t be working security or playing this weekend. He is assisting with the sub training.”
Kelly smiled and nodded her head. “Well, I am going to go get dressed, Ash. I’ll see you at the club?”
I nodded to her and she took off down the hall to her room. I turned and Drake had his hand extended out to me. He certainly was a very nice looking man. Stunning in fact.
Are all the men at The Celtic Knot this sexy?
I took his arm and he led me down our hall and out of our apartment building. It was Friday night, and the streets of Chicago were already alive with people in search of a good time. Waiting at the curb was a black limousine. Holy crap. At least I would be arriving at the club in luxury.
Drake led me to the back of the limo and opened the door to help me into the car. I was careful to keep the trench coat wrapped securely around me so that I did not flash all of Chicago. It was eerily quiet in the back of the limo as I watched Drake round the car to get in. The scariest thing was that I was now left alone with my thoughts.
Ok, Ashley, are you ready for this?
I nervously paced my office waiting for the trainees to arrive. I was full of anticipation for Ashley to get here. Ever since she stepped foot in my club two weeks ago, the only thing I had on my mind was how hard and fast I could fuck her. The only thing more beautiful than that would be her tied up and on her knees for me. The thought sent a sharp electric jolt straight to my dick and had it straining against my zipper. I needed to get my thoughts under control so that I was ready for when everyone arrived.
Normally, I just supervised the trainings and allowed Knox, Drake, and Madame V to run the trainings, but now that Ashley was involved, I wanted to train her. I wanted to break her into my world so that I could enjoy it with her. I had never wanted a woman to be my submissive so bad in my life. It was a strange feeling for me. I loved beautiful women and I loved to fuck them even more, but with Ashley I had a need to claim her. It was a desire so primal and a craving so powerful, I felt consumed by it.
There was a rap at my door and I turned to see Knox stroll into my office.
“The trainees are here. They should be arriving into the Rapture Room within the next few minutes.”
I could see the glimmer of desire in my friend’s eyes. He loved this just as much as I did. That was what made us such good friends. That, and the fact that he was the only person who knew about my past. A past that had me keeping the walls around my heart in place. I would never want to feel that desperation that I saw my very own mother go through; a desperation that eventually claimed her life.
“Hey man, you ok?” Knox said breaking me out of my trance.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking about things is all.”
“Look, I know the anniversary is tomorrow. Are you sure you are up for this man? You know how you get every year around this time. Drake and I can handle the training,” Knox offered.
“No, I’m good. In fact, I am going to train.” Knox looked at me with suspicion. “Reallllly,” he drawled out, “and this wouldn’t be due to a certain gorgeous blonde-haired green-eyed goddess would it?”
Abso-fucking-lutely.
“Shut up, asshat. Make sure the trainees are in the Rapture Room and blindfolded for lesson number one,” I commanded as I stormed to the in-suite bathroom in my office.
“You got it boss,” I heard him say just before leaving. Turning on the tap, I cupped cold water a
nd splashed it on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror and the pathetic asshole looking back at me had me pissed off. She was just a fucking girl, a fucking submissive. I would treat her no differently than how I did any of the other subs I had had.
I reached for the towel on the bar and dried my face off. Time to get to work.
I was a hot mess of nerves as we arrived at the club. Drake helped me from the car and instantly I was blindfolded. He instructed me not to remove it under any circumstances. After being led to God knows where, I was left standing in a room, blindfolded and the only sounds I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears and my rapid breathing. A door opened to my left, but I couldn’t see anything through the pitch blackness of my blindfold. I heard several sets of footsteps telling me that more than one person had just entered the room. After a few moments of silence, a voice finally spoke.
“Welcome, future submissives to your first weekend of training. I am Knoxville, most call me Knox, but today you will address me as Sir. Is this understood?”
I along with what sounded like four other voices responded with a yes, Sir. I couldn’t help but shift my weight from foot to foot with nervous anticipation. I rang my hands together behind my back.
“First order of business. Several of you are wearing clothing over your required attire. This displeases me because you were not instructed to wear anything else. Take it off.” Knox commanded. I hesitated knowing that I was not wearing any panties underneath this trench coat. My hand paused on the belt at my waist as I stroked it between my fingers. Heavy footsteps approached and stopped in front of me.
“Is there an issue, Ashley? Do not make me repeat myself. I will not make the request more than once. You will not like the consequences,” he hissed at me. With shaky fingers, I untied the belt at my waist and slipped the jacket off of my shoulders to let it fall to the floor. My first instinct was to bring my hands in front of my body to block my vagina from being exposed, only that was short lived by Knox’s next command.
“From now on, every time you enter this room you will assume the standard greeting position. Hands behind your back and spread your legs out past your hip width.” I did his bidding, not wanting to get another verbal beating from him. I felt the cool air of the room hit my sex as I spread my legs out. I felt so raw and exposed and my desire to rip the blindfold off of my face and run out of the room was growing by the minute, but that was what the old Ashley would have done. Instead, I kept my feet firmly planted to the ground, determined to fight my sub-conscience that was threatening to overtake my thoughts, telling me to run.
I will go through with this.
“Standing directly in front of you will be your trainer. Do not remove your blindfold. You must first learn to trust your trainer. What better way to do that than to take away one of your senses? By taking away your sight, we are heightening your other senses. Hearing and touch will be more sensitive and allow you to feel and hear things differently than you would if you had your sight. First, you will be fitted with your submissive in training necklace. This necklace lets everyone in the club know that you are in training and are not permitted to be involved in any forms of play while in training with anyone other than your trainer.”
I felt someone approach me from behind and a hard body pressed up against mine, causing a tingling sensation to ripple down my spine. He didn’t say a word as he draped a necklace on my chest allowing his fingers to brush my collar bones as he brought the clasp up around my neck. Goosebumps protruded from my skin as I felt him press his nose into my hair and inhale deeply before he abruptly stepped away. Instantly, my backside was left feeling cold at the loss of his warmth. I felt scared, nervous and…turned on. How was that possible? I didn’t even know this man touching me. Closing my eyes behind the blindfold, I allowed my thoughts to imagine that it was Dominic touching me, that it was he who was going to take me to places I had never been before.
“Our first lesson will be a lesson of trust. In a dominant/submissive relationship, trust and respect are the two key ingredients in making the relationship successful. As a sub, you must learn that your Dominant will take care of you and not push you further than you are able to go in a scene. Trainers, take your sub to the crosses.”
My awareness was instantly snapped to attention. Did he just say crosses? As in the St. Andrew’s cross?
I felt my palms start to sweat and a bead of perspiration rolled down my chest to land in the space between my breasts as my nerves started to get the better of me. My trainer gripped my forearm and led me over to what I assumed was the cross. He turned me around and my backside was pressed back against the cold, hard, wood behind me. Grabbing my wrist, he lifted my arm out to the side and shacked it above my head before repeating the action with my other wrist. His fingertips ever so slightly grazed my inner wrist and forearm in a tender caress, and I shivered. My trainer kicked the insides of my feet apart telling me silently to spread them. I felt the warmth of his body as it grazed mine when he squatted down to bind my legs to the cross. Paying equal attention to both legs, he attached the restraints to both of my ankles, leaving me feeling opened and exposed. My breathing was rapid as I fought to control the fear of having no control over what he could or was going to do to my body. As if he sensed my discomfort, I felt a hand gently caress my cheek momentarily easing my anxiety. It was short-lived, however, as his hand slid across my collarbone and his finger traced down my chest before stopping between my breasts. Wow. How could one small touch make my body feel like it was on fire? I was bound to the cross, nearly naked, scared out of my mind and completely—turned on. I never pictured myself in any situation close to this, yet here I was feeling nervous—scared—and excited.
“Your trainer will now start to heighten your sense of touch,” Knox’s voice broke through my reverie, “he or she will experiment with you, bringing about sensations in your body you probably have never felt before. If, at any time, you feel uncomfortable, unsafe or scared, you will instruct your trainer to stop by saying Switzerland. Do you understand?”
After a round of yes, sirs, Knox instructed the trainers to proceed with the task. I both detested and loved being blindfolded. I hated that I did not know what was about to happen, but I loved the excitement I was feeling of the unknown.
I was alert and ready as I waited for what would happen next. I waited and waited, and waited.
Nothing.
Why is he not touching me? Why am I just being left chained here?
As my mind continued to conjure up all sorts of reasons why I was being left restrained and untouched, I was scared back into reality as a small brush of what felt like cold metal grazed along my inner thigh. Being shackled to the cross, I couldn’t squeeze my legs together to stop the foreign object that was now traveling up the smooth expanse of my inner thigh. Goose bumps appeared on my flesh and a deep ache formed in my belly. Slowly, the object rose higher up my leg, until it paused to hover just over the mound of my pussy.
The next thing I felt was the cold metal against my belly as the corset I wore was cut away from my body.
Holy hell! It was a knife.
I cried out in shock and fear as my breasts became free from the binds of my corset. I struggled against the restraints and they bit into my flesh.
“Quiet.” A deep masculine voice commanded. I stilled instantly at the fierceness in his voice. My heart was beating so hard, I feared it would beat out of my chest as I struggled to breathe. Hands landed on my breasts and I had to stifle a moan. A tingling sensation hit my sex as he took my nipples and rolled them between his fingers until they were hard and pert.
Oh my God….
Just as quickly as his hands appeared, they left my body and I again felt the effects of his absence. The feelings that this man was bringing out in me was nearly too much to bear. I felt myself growing wet as the signs of my desire started to trickle down my leg. His hand appeared again at my thigh and this time he cupped my sex. Sensation after sensation
rippled through me. Jared was the only man who had ever touched me there, and to have this man’s hands on the most intimate part of me was foreign.
Suddenly, he slapped my sex sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure coursing through me. All around me I heard the moans, gasps and orders of instructions from the other people in the room, but they sounded faint and distant through the pounding of my heartbeat ringing through my ears. The only thing I could concentrate on was the sensations that my body was feeling, the arousal that consumed my body as his fingers found their way in between my folds and circled my clitoris. Being blindfolded only increased the pleasure leaving me no choice but to get lost in the awareness of the feelings I was experiencing. He continued to circle the small pulsing nub of my clit until I could feel the buildup start to increase and my breathing was coming in short, measured pants. Just when I felt like I was going to go catapulting over the edge in an intense, all-consuming orgasm, his hand disappeared.
I whimpered out of frustration of my denied release and I heard him chuckle.
Was he fucking laughing at me?
I was about to open my mouth to voice my protest, when suddenly his fingers filled me and his mouth crashed to mine. His fingers pumped inside me hard and fast, driving my body towards a crescendo of white hot pleasure. His thumb continued to circle my clit as the build grew higher and higher from the simultaneous stimulation between my pussy, clit and mouth. Flashes formed in the dark space behind my eyes and I violently erupted on his hand in maddening pleasure. He continued to dive his hand in and out of my pulsating walls, drawing out my climax.
When my body finally started to relax, he slowly withdrew his fingers from inside of me, leaving me sated and spent. My head lolled forward because I no longer had the strength to keep it up. Hands unshackled my wrists, and I felt pinprick sensations in my fingers as the blood started to rush back into my hands. My legs were unshackled and I collapsed, spent into the arms of my trainer. His chest was hard beneath my hands and I felt the rapid rise and fall of it from his heavy breaths. I was a swirling vortex of emotions as I tried to take in everything that had happened. Conflicted by my own thoughts, I didn’t know whether I should chastise myself for doing something like that, or be ashamed because I actually enjoyed it.
