BDSM Club Series Box Set

by Claire Thompson

  In a happy daze, she pulled her long skirt back into place while Tony and Jack moved around the room blowing out all the candles, and Dorian packed his gear into a leather case.

  Cam, with his arm around her, led Marissa back into the living room along with the others. Marissa sank happily to the silk cushion beside Cam. She accepted the large snifter of brandy that Jack handed her. Once they all had their glasses, Jack lifted his and the others followed suit.

  “A toast to our cherished submissives,” he boomed, “who daily fill our lives with love and happiness.”

  “I second that emotion!” Tony cried.

  “I third it!” Cam added. They all laughed, and drank their brandy, and Marissa felt happier than she ever had in her life.

  Chapter 9

  “Psst.”

  Marissa looked up at the sound and saw Cam standing just inside the walk-in linen closet. He crooked a finger, beckoning her to him. With a quick glance to left and right, Marissa hurried over to the closet. Cam pulled her inside and closed the door behind her. He drew her into a quick embrace.

  “I haven’t seen you in days,” he murmured, nuzzling his mouth against her ear.

  “Weeks,” she replied.

  “Years,” he amended.

  They both laughed and stepped apart. “You ready for tonight, slave M?” Cam watched the transformation as he said those words. Marissa was extremely responsive to language, and every time he used words that triggered a submissive response, something in her expression would soften and bloom.

  “I hope so, Sir,” she said softly, her eyes shining.

  Cam had secured the inner room for a full two hours tonight just for them. Though they’d been to the outer room a number of times together, this would be Marissa’s first return to the inner room since her assessment. Cam planned to use the time to create a training video for their private use. Since the piercing ceremony, Marissa had been increasingly receptive to deeper and deeper levels of erotic submission, but she was sometimes her own worst enemy, letting her fear of failure get in the way of her development.

  Cam had found training videos to be a useful tool when training clients. Though this was his first time taping someone with whom he was personally involved, he saw no reason why the tool wouldn’t be equally as effective. They would watch the video together, without the overlay of tension and passion that invariably accompanied a scene. It was a way to target areas for improvement, and highlight resistance or hesitation subs didn’t always realize were in play during the heat of the moment.

  Tony and Dana would be joining them in the inner room, not only as witnesses, but to assist with the recording. “You’ll be fantastic,” Cam had assured Marissa when she expressed some anxiety. “Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe you’ve only been active in the scene for such a short time. You truly are a natural.”

  Now Cam took a step back, assessing Dr. Roberts in her white lab coat, her hair pulled back into a barrette, a stethoscope hanging around her neck. “Just think,” he added with a grin, “if anyone in this place had any idea of the fiery, passionate woman lurking just beneath that no-nonsense doctor image you present to the world, it would blow their minds.”

  “Or the leather-clad, whip-wielding Dom disguised as the hard-working, dedicated nurse,” Marissa retorted with a saucy grin.

  “Gay nurse, you mean,” Cam added with a laugh. When Marissa wasn’t exciting him down to his bones, or making his heart melt with her sweetness, she was making him laugh. He’d never thought he could have it all, but with Marissa it seemed that he had found “the one” at last.

  He pulled her once more into his arms, this time kissing her on the lips. For a moment, he forgot where he was and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he pressed his body against hers. She moaned softly against him and kissed him back, her arms coming up around his neck.

  The door opened suddenly and they instinctively pulled apart. “Oh!” Marissa said, her cheeks coloring as she looked toward the intruder. Cam turned his head to see Janice standing there, a load of dirty linen in her arms.

  Janice’s painted-on eyebrows rose up so high they were hidden by her hair-sprayed bangs. “Well!” she huffed. “Excuse me!”

  “So, I’ll get those lab results for you right away, Dr. Roberts,” Cam said briskly, unable to completely wipe away his grin.

  “Thank you, Nurse,” Marissa said faintly.

  Cam brushed past the gawking Janice, turning back to wink at Marissa. At least those rumors of his sexual orientation would finally be put to rest, he thought with a grin as he strode down the hall.

  ~*~

  Though she’d only been there once before, Marissa couldn’t help the sense of proprietary pride she felt as she watched Dana and Tony taking in the setup, aware this was Dana’s first time to see the inner room. “This is fantastic,” Dana breathed, her expression rapturous. Turning to Tony, she said, “I want that, and that, and that,” as she pointed to various pieces of BDSM equipment and gear.

  Cam directed the couple to sit on folding chairs he’d set up in the center of the room. While he selected gear for the evening’s play, Tony put the camera bag he’d brought along on the floor beside him and bent down to unzip it. He pulled out a tripod and erected it, and then took out a small camcorder, which he screwed into place on top of the tripod.

  Though Marissa had understood and even agreed in theory with the concept of a training video, she felt jittery as she watched Tony setting up. It was one thing to scene with her friends, or to share in the piercing ceremony, with everyone equally involved and invested in the process. Tonight Marissa would be the focus and the center of everyone’s attention. All eyes, including the camera’s, would be on her and her alone.

  Marissa looked over at Cam as he approached, his arms filled with gear, a smile on his face. He set down the things on the edge of the platform and put his arm comfortingly around her shoulder. “You still okay with the recording?” he asked. Somehow he always seemed to know just exactly what was troubling her. It was as if they were connected from the inside out.

  “Remember,” Cam added as he pulled her close, “this is just for us. We can delete it once we’re done. But if you’re not comfortable with it, we’ll bag it, okay? It’s not a requirement.”

  “I am a little nervous about it,” Marissa admitted, “but I do see the value of watching yourself after the fact. And since it’s just for us…”

  “Of course,” Cam agreed. He let her go and stepped back. He looked fantastic in his leathers, a beautiful, heavy flogger dangling from one hand.

  “Are you ready, slave M?” he said in a louder voice, one meant for Dana and Tony to hear.

  Marissa glanced in the direction of their friends. Tony was adjusting the camcorder, but Dana was looking at her, and she gave a quick encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. If it wasn’t for Dana, Marissa would never have gained the understanding, or found the nerve, to move forward in this amazing submissive exploration. She felt empowered by Dana’s support and grateful for her and Tony’s friendship. She was glad they were there as witnesses as she continued in her submissive journey.

  Turning back to Cam, she nodded and said in a clear voice, “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

  “We’ve invited our friends to witness a work in progress,” Cam said, his voice rich and deep. “Tonight I’m going to ask Master Tony for input, as part of your ongoing training in submission.” He turned to Tony. “We’ve been working on endurance positions, caning, mid-level bondage, flogging and single tails. Is there something you would like to see demonstrated tonight?”

  “What about anal?” Tony said.

  Marissa’s stomach clenched, but she kept her eyes on her Master.

  Cam lifted an eyebrow, looking thoughtful. “We’ve talked about that some,” he said slowly. “We really haven’t explored anal yet, but it’s definitely on the list.”

  On the list maybe, but way, way down there! Marissa wanted to blurt, but she managed to hold her tongue. Mar
issa had confided to Cam that, while she’d engaged in anal sex from time to time in her life, it was not her favorite activity. “I’m really shy about my butt,” she had explained, blushing even as she admitted this to the man she already trusted more than anyone in the world. “I don’t know—I just don’t like my asshole.” She’d laughed self-consciously. “It’s funny looking. I don’t want anyone looking at it, or touching it.”

  Cam hadn’t laughed at her, or teased her. He’d thought about what she said for a moment, and then replied, “I understand. A lot of people are shy about that, especially at first. First I will reassure you—your little asshole is perfect. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of you.” He had smiled and Marissa had found herself smiling back in spite of her misgivings. Cam had continued, “I view it as my duty as your Dom to help you move past any shyness or resistance where your body is concerned. The good news is that anal sex can be extremely pleasurable for both the giver and the receiver. And in your case, precisely because of your reservations, it will be a true test of your submission. A chance to allow your Master full access to every part of your body, not just the parts you’re comfortable with.” He’d kissed her gently, adding, “There will come a time, darling girl, when I will require you to submit in this way. And when I deem you’re ready, you will give of yourself completely. Is that understood?”

  When he talked like that, Marissa melted into a pool of submissive longing. She’d have been ready at that moment to spread her ass cheeks and beg him to fuck her, but she’d only nodded and whispered her agreement.

  Tony let out a guffaw, which snapped Marissa back to the moment. “I don’t think your slave girl likes anal,” he said. “At least judging from the expression on her face right now.”

  “My slave girl,” Cam replied with a confidence Marissa wished she shared, “does what she’s told. She likes what pleases her Master, isn’t that right, slave M?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Marissa answered honestly, though her stomach remained clenched with nervous anticipation.

  “Good. Let’s go up to the dais.”

  Marissa allowed Cam to lead her up the portable stairs to the platform. He stood in front of her, obscuring her view of Tony and Dana. Leaning close, he said in a low voice, “Remember, you are mine, and I will keep you safe. I’m going to have you run through a few positions, and then I’m going to use the smallest anal plug they make. Your only job is to follow my directives. Open yourself to me, both your spirit and your body. Trust me, and more importantly, trust yourself. You can do this. I know you can.”

  Marissa nodded. She closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, using the relaxation techniques Cam had taught over their time together. She replayed his words in her head: Open yourself to me, both your spirit and your body. Trust me, and more importantly, trust yourself. You can do this. I know you can.

  Yes, she told herself firmly. You can do this. Aloud, she said, “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

  Cam stepped to the side and said in a louder voice, “We’ll start with an inspection of your asshole. I want you to assume a forehead press, ass facing our guests. You will reach back and spread your ass cheeks. Hold that position until I tell you to move.”

  Oh god. Marissa suddenly had a hard time catching her breath. She felt a little faint.

  Cam was regarding her with a solemn, patient expression. I love you, he mouthed silently.

  His words were like sunlight, burning away the worst of her trepidation. He had said they would wait until she was ready. He must believe she was ready. She would believe it too, in a submissive leap of faith, both in Cam, and in herself.

  Marissa sank as gracefully as she could to her knees. In a way it was better to be facing away from Tony and Dana. She could pretend she was alone with Cam. She lowered herself until her forehead was touching the floor. Reaching back, she gripped either side of her ass and spread her cheeks, glad no one could see her burning face.

  She heard Cam descending the stairs. Time seemed to stand still as she held her position, her asshole bared for all to see. Finally Cam returned. She could hear him moving behind her. “Keep your position. This will feel a little cold.”

  He touched her anus with a gooey finger. Though she’d been expecting it, Marissa startled a bit at his touch. He was very gentle, moving just the tip of his lubricated finger in a circle before easing it gently into her ass. Marissa blew out a breath, willing herself to relax and receive her Master’s touch. He wasn’t hurting her. In fact, if she could get past her nerves and embarrassment, it felt kind of good.

  “Now the plug,” he said. “Stay relaxed for me. You’re doing really well.”

  His finger was removed, and she felt the hard tip of the plug take its place. Again she tensed, and again she reminded herself to relax, to submit, to take what her Master was giving her.

  She could feel the plug moving past the tight ring of muscle. It felt snug, but not painful. She could do this! Then, suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her rectum. She yelped and jerked forward.

  “Stay in position,” Cam said, his tone calm but firm. “That was the tough part. It’s in now. You did it.”

  Marissa could feel the circle of soft rubber at the base of the plug between her ass cheeks, and she could imagine the lewd presentation she must be making. At the same time, a surge of warm pride moved through her. She’d done it!

  Cam tapped her shoulder, the signal that she should rise. For a moment she was confused. She’d handled the butt plug. Now wasn’t he going to remove it? She hesitated a moment, in case he’d forgotten, but he tapped again, adding, “Stand up, slave M. Turn around and face our friends in an at-attention position, hands locked behind your head.”

  Marissa forced herself to rise. The plug created a full but not unpleasant sensation inside her. She turned slowly and lifted her arms. Her heart was thudding but she felt excited, even exhilarated. Tony had his eye to the camcorder, which was trained on her. Dana had a big smile on her face. Again she held up her thumb in silent approval.

  “You did exceptionally well, as I knew you would,” Cam said, and Marissa couldn’t stop the proud smile that spread over her face. “I know that was hard for you, slave M, but you overcame your own inhibitions and submitted with grace. I do believe a reward is in order. I’m thinking a flogging might fit the bill? Would that suit you?

  “Oh,” Marissa replied happily. “Yes, Sir. That would suit me very well.”

  “Excellent. I have an idea, and you may decline if it’s not to your liking. Tony and I were talking earlier, and we thought it might be a good experience if Tony were to flog you from behind while I stand in front of you. I’ve never actually gotten to watch your face when you fly, and I would love to see the transformation without the distraction of flogging you myself. What do you think?”

  The thought of being able to look into Cam’s beautiful eyes while she was being flogged by a skilled Master was deeply compelling, and Marissa readily agreed to the idea. Cam brought her to stand beneath hanging chains, to which he clipped the soft leather cuffs he’d given her as a gift their second time in his home dungeon. She lifted her arms, an erotic thrill coursing through her as Cam closed the cuffs around her wrists. He tightened the chains until her arms were fully extended overhead.

  Tony and Dana were now seated to their left. Retrieving the flogger he’d selected earlier, Cam turned to Tony. “If you’re ready?” he said, holding out the flogger.

  Tony stood. “You bet.” Bending over, he kissed Dana. “You take care of the recording, okay? I promise you’ll get your turn afterward, my dear.”

  “I’ll hold you to it,” Dana said with a grin. “I’m feeling awfully squirmy watching these two. You know patience never was my strong suit.”

  Tony laughed. “You can say that again, sub girl,” he said in a teasing tone. Marissa could feel the affection between them, and it made her smile.

  Tony started with a nice warm up, slowly but steadily ratcheting the intensity, using more force on her ass.
A few times the thongs landed so she felt the impact as it hit the rubber base of the butt plug, the vibrations moving up through her ass, as if she were being flogged from the inside out.

  At first Cam just watched her, his muscular arms folded over his chest, his brilliant blue eyes moving over her body like fingers, leaving her warm and tingling with desire for him. She couldn’t help but notice the bulge of his erection against the soft, black leather, and her mouth actually watered at the thought of worshipping his lovely cock once they got home.

  A sudden, stinging stroke, much harder than those that had come before, made Marissa gasp with pain. The sting quickly eased into a pleasurable heat, but the stroke was followed by another, and then another, until pleasure and pain began to blur. Tony struck her shoulders, her back, her ass, her thighs, each stroke a thudding whack that made her sway in her chains.

  Cam reached for her breasts, capturing her nipples and twisting. The sudden, sharp pinch distracted Marissa from the stinging onslaught behind her. “Ah!” she cried, wincing in her pain, though it shot paradoxically directly to her cunt, which throbbed with need.

  Tony was focusing on her ass now, angling the flogger in such a way that the tips of each tress snapped like a thousand needles piercing her flesh. “No!” Marissa cried, though she hadn’t meant to. “I can’t. I can’t!” Her feet began to dance in an involuntary effort to get away from the relentless onslaught against her burning flesh.

  “You can,” Cam said, his voice deep and commanding. “Do it for me, slave M. Suffer for your Master.”

  Those words! They were like a balm over her senses, and Marissa felt her body relax. Her feet stopped their involuntary dance and she stilled as she stared into Cam’s eyes. He put a hand on her throat, his touch light but masterful. She shuddered, her eyes still locked on his. With his other hand, he reached between her legs. Gently he tugged at the small gold ring she wore there, the gesture reminding Marissa of the deep, abiding love she’d seen in Cam’s eyes as the needle had slipped through her flesh. Releasing the ring, he slipped a finger into her sopping cunt. Marissa groaned, any lingering modesty gone now. She couldn’t help herself as she leaned into his touch. He moved his hand, mashing his palm against her as she shamelessly ground against him, her clit hard as a pebble.