After ages of messing with the cuffs, I got up and gingerly placed the open bracelets around her wrists. The mechanism locked into place. There was a small breathing space between the girl’s wrist and the steel, just like there should be. They were firmly locked.
I did it! A rush of relief went through my system. I smiled happily for the first time. I swept a hand over my forehead, as relieved as if I had climbed a mountain. Allie cleared her throat behind me, interrupting my triumph.
“Won’t you praise Purr for being such a good pet?”
Oh shit!
“Umm… yes… of course… You were such a good girl, Purr, so patient...”
Oh Christ, would my blunders ever end? At least they were entertaining to Purr. She burst out in quiet laughter, like a giggling teenage girl. Embarrassment practically choked me.
“I’m sorry...” She blushed but her eyes were still sparkling. “You’re just too adorable.”
Okay, that was it.
I wouldn’t let her get away with it no matter how cute her laughter was. Purr smirked at me in an infuriating way. I looked up at Allie who nodded and gave me a malicious grin.
Purr didn’t see it coming. I wrapped my fist around a few tresses of her luscious hair and arched her neck. She let out a loud gasp when I lowered my face to hers. I held her hair tight, careful not to yank it so hard it’d hurt her. My grasp was firm enough to show her who was holding the reigns.
“You know what would be even more adorable, pet?” I smiled and ran a finger through the O ring of her collar. Purr groaned as I pulled her hair harder, imitating Allie’s earlier movement. “Your cute ass will be adorable and red... when I’m done spanking the shit out of you for being such an insolent brat.”
My words were more bravado than an actual threat. Purr didn’t bat an eyelash and smiled at me, her large eyes oozing charm.
“If Master thinks I’m a bad girl, he should punish me. I’ll accept whatever you think I deserve.”
Her voice was dripping with sweetness.
How could someone act so obedient and yet be that full of mischief?
Her attitude should have infuriated me but damn, it was getting too much fun. I loved how quick witted and spirited Purr was. It inspired me to try my hardest. I’d enjoy making her speak in tongues someday.
“And that, Thomas, is what I call a classic topping from the bottom.” I hadn’t noticed that Allie had been rummaging through the drawers. She was dangling a long, leather leash with a clip I could attach to Purr’s collar. “I suggest you show her who is the leader here. Put that bitch on a leash and take her to my small playroom. Do you need help?”
“I think I’ve got it.” I smiled with more confidence and turned to Purr, who was still looking at me with innocent eyes. What would she be like while she was fucking? Quiet? Screamer?
Purr whispered to me with a serious voice while I was tying her leash.
“Hey… sorry to break the fourth wall but I thought I should say it.” She smiled at me with sympathy. “You don’t have to prove anything. You are putting more effort into the act of topping rather than learning and easing into the role. Just… relax, okay? You don’t need to impress me. We’re sharing an experience. I’m helping you become all you can be.”
I nodded solemnly. She was right and I was being ridiculous. I’d been trying to run before I knew how to walk. Purr moved closer to me until our lips nearly touched, and she uttered, “You know, you’re not bad for a newbie.”
The girl withdrew herself with a mischievous smile, the little tease. I was aching to pull her forward, bend her sexy body over and leave my handprint on her pale ass. Instead, I slapped Purr’s cheek very lightly and made her giggle.
My fingers went through her O-ring and I pulled her closer. There was a strange comfort in her confidence. This woman knew what she wanted. What I needed to do was to learn her as well.
I squeezed the leash clip and attached it to the collar. My eyes were still on hers.
“Spanking won’t make you behave so I can’t really use it as punishment.”
She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes at me. When I stretched the leash and drew her closer to me, I noticed that her breath quickened.
Good.
Ideally, I’d have her crawl on all fours behind me, but the cuffs on her wrists would make it uncomfortable and dangerous. Besides, after all the time I’d spent fumbling with them I wasn’t too keen to release her. The steel looked beautiful on her tiny wrists.
“On your feet, girl.” I tugged the end of the leash as an incentive. There was no need for that. She got up gracefully as if she had been obeying my commands all her life. “You will walk slowly after me. Make sure you keep the key where I left it. You wouldn’t want to lose it, would you?” My eyes darted with longing to the line between her breasts and the miniature piece of metal lodged between them. “Because...” I yanked the leash a bit harder, with a smile. Purr gasped and looked up at me with excitement. “Who knows what might happen? I can keep you in the cuffs all night long.”
“All right, love birds, knock it off.” I’d forgotten we were not alone. I looked back guiltily at Allie who had crossed her arms over her chest. She was laughing. “Off to the small playroom. It’s time to learn to use your tools, anyway.” She patted me on the back and moved to the door of the adjoining room.
I picked up Purr’s leash and urged her to walk after me with a gentle tug. She took small, ginger steps on her knee-high boots with spiked heels. Her eyes were lowered. She was staring straight at the key between her breasts, focused on its swaying.
The thought that she was obeying me, or at least playing the part of a compliant kitten made my spirit soar with hope. It worked miracles for my attitude even if it was just an act.
Allie led us into the small playroom. She called it her beginner level, as she used it for clients with more soft-core tastes or those who were just discovering themselves. There was a small spanking bench in the corner, eyebolts fixed to different places on the floor and hooks attached to the skewed, low ceiling. Different sized floggers, crops, canes, paddles, nipple clamps and lengths of rope were hanging from the wall.
Purr was swimming in her own waters in such a place. I couldn’t say the same thing about myself. The sensual, porn-like ambiance of the studio always overwhelmed me. Would I get jaded once kink became a regular part of my life?
If it did.
Allie picked up a soft, silk rope from the wall. It was a virginal white color, deceptively innocent. Just like Purr.
“All right, let’s do something simple.” She handed me the rope and pointed at Purr. “Now you’ll take off her handcuffs and we’ll work on your single column knot. It’s more complicated so I’ll help you tie her wrists.”
I picked up the key from Purr’s bra, trying not to touch too much of her skin. Luckily, I wasn’t trembling so hard this time and unlocked her after only the second attempt. She smiled at me while rubbing her sore wrists.
“Maybe next time you will cuff me to the headboard.”
My cock throbbed at the thought. It had always been a fantasy of mine to tie a willing girl to the bed, to torture her with alternating pleasure and pain. I shook my head to stop thinking of her slender body, spread eagled, just for me.
“If you ask very nicely...”
It turned out I enjoyed working with the rope a lot more than the sturdy steel of the cuffs. It was soft, and with Allie’s help, I made a decent knot, albeit a little sloppy. The way the smooth silk moved along Purr’s wrist was entrancing, as if the rope was making her hands more elegant. It wasn’t beautiful and it’d probably be ages before I reached Allie’s level, with her intricate rope cuffs.
When Purr moved her hands in opposite directions the knot didn’t come undone. Once again, she was helpless. That was good enough for me.
“You know, I always preferred rope to handcuffs,” she said when Allie ordered her to lift her arms above her head.
“I’ll remember that,” I
whispered, trying to sound mysterious and teasing. I attached another length of rope to the basic wrist cuffs and tied it to the hook in the ceiling under Allie’s strict supervision. Purr had her feet steady on the ground but we bound her hands tight enough to have her upper body entirely immobilized. She wiggled on her high heels and shifted her wrists to test the restraints.
I was soaring with the progress but Allie hurried to dampen my enthusiasm.
“It’s your first time so I don’t want to overwhelm you too much. We’re reaching your favorite part, though. You’d get to spank her and at least use the riding crop on her.”
I froze, and my eyes lowered to Purr’s perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Earlier I had noticed her skin wasn’t as flawless as it had seemed on first sight. There were very thin lines, possibly marks left by others. The thought of leaving my own stamp both bothered and excited me. I’d been hard for the past half an hour and worried my arousal might make me harm the girl.
“Oh, please, please,” Purr begged. “Make my ass sore and red.”
The words of a true pain slut or an experienced actress? Allie walked to her and lowered her flimsy panties down her firm, strong legs.
“Bend over.” Allie slapped Purr’s thigh and the girl obeyed as much as the rope would allow. I gasped at the sight of her swollen and aroused pussy lips, peeking between her thighs. She was clenching her hands in fists and panting quietly as Allie landed her palm down on her butt cheek. Purr let out a very soft cry, on the edge of despair.
“Please...”
“What do you want, little one?” Allie taunted her with a cruel smile and dragged her nails across her skin, leaving distinctive claw marks. Purr dug her own nails into her palms, arched her back and moved her ass. When she spoke, her voice was on the edge of despair.
“Please… I want him to spank me… please...”
Allie grabbed her by the hair and made her turn to me. Purr’s pupils were dilated. She was staring at me, imploring. If that was all an act she was brilliant at it.
“Ask him politely, pet.”
“Please, sir, would you spank me?”
I didn’t say a word. The first slap to her cheeks was awkward, with my fingers brushing her skin very lightly. I heard her hissing under her breath and hurried with the second blow. My weak spanking must have been frustrating to her. Allie grabbed me by the wrist and corrected its position.
“Use the palm. Start slowly with softer hits so you warm her up.”
The next few swats on her rosy cheeks were more effective. My confidence was growing as I left red prints down her tender skin, and yet I was scared of going further. What if that was just the heat of the moment? What if she hated me later? What if she said I abused her? What if she pressed charges for sexual assault?
Those thoughts were absurd. Allie would never set me up with such a person. Still, the intrusive thoughts rushed my mind and slowed my hits. Purr wiggled her cheeks when she felt my pace growing uneven.
“Sir, you don’t have to hold back...” She mewled and tried to lower her upper body and raise her ass. The fragrance of her aroused cunt filled my nostrils. I could easily reach out and touch her.
“You’re a wild filly, Purr.” Allie laughed, staring down at the tempting minx. “I should train you as a pony girl for The Fortress.” Having said that, she grabbed a riding crop from the wall and handed it to me. “Let’s raise the stakes.”
IV
About an hour later, Purr was hanging on her restraints, panting with closed eyes and juices running down her inner thigh. I had used the riding crop, flogger, and paddle on her with Allie’s help and expert guidance. Purr was a good sport the entire time but it was clear I was a lot softer than she was used to. I made true on my promise to turn her ass cheeks red and sore, with stripes, blotchy spots and bruises on her thighs and ass cheeks. The more aggressive I got, the hornier and needier she was. She danced in her silk rope, using her body and arching it, begging me to give her a really good thrashing. Allie chastised her for her manipulative behavior and forbade her from cumming until the end of the scene.
Not that I could hope to get her off. I was still struggling to hold the riding crop and use the flogger without hitting myself by accident.
All that teasing nearly drove her to sobbing. Allie took pity on her when Purr repeated what a dirty whore she was and how she’d do anything to cum. My friend used a mini vibe on her soaked pussy and warned her that we wouldn’t be so merciful next time.
To see Purr having an orgasm was the greatest torture I’d been through all evening. Her moans of pleasure and mild pain had gotten me really turned on. Watching her climax mingled the sexual need with a different frustration.
If only I could have been the reason for her orgasm. I wished I were the one to drive her past that point.
As it turned out, our lesson wasn’t over yet.
“Can you carry her?” Allie asked when we stood on either side of Purr, untying her bound wrists. “I think we did a number on her. She’ll need some attention. It’s time for your first aftercare lesson.”
“Yes, sure, I’d love that...” It’d gnaw at me if I left without seeing her conscious and making sure she was okay.
I undid the last knot, cradled Purr’s head in my palm and picked her helpless body up in an embrace. It was the closest physical contact we’d had the entire evening. The touch of her warm curves sent a shiver through me.
It felt so good to hold her and feel her breathing against my chest. Her closed eyes and light smile provoked a strange affection in me.
We stepped back into the bedroom and I laid Purr gently down on her stomach. Allie set a bottle of aloe vera oil on the bedside table. She showed me how to rub Purr’s wrists so she’d restore her circulation and instructed me to massage her sore ass with the soothing oil.
“Okay, we could all use a drink now.” Allie wiped her forehead. “Any chance I can leave you alone with her so I can prepare something? Will you resist pouncing on her?”
“But of course, nothing gets me off more than half-conscious women.” I rolled my eyes and nudged her. “I’ll be fine and I think I could use a drink.”
Allie walked out of the bedroom. Her kitchen was on the other side of the apartment. When I got down to business to massage Purr’s delicate wrists, her eyelids fluttered open. A few tresses of hair had fallen onto her cheek.
“Hey...” She smiled sleepily and stretched her body. We’d only met this evening. We weren’t friends or lovers. Hell, we hadn’t come close to having sex and yet she was so chilled to be naked next to me while I was fully clothed.
It never happened to me with any woman before. I could get used to it.
“Hey, yourself.” I moved her damp hair from her face and caressed her jaw lightly. “Are you okay? I think this is the first time I’ve seen a woman nearly passing out after an orgasm.”
“You’ll never hear me complaining of too much thrashing or too many orgasms.” The girl giggled. “You did a good job back there.”
“Purr, you’re really sweet and I appreciate your patience with me tonight. But you don’t have to humor me. I might be new to the scene but I’m not delusional.” I poured oil on my palms and started rubbing it over her sore ass cheeks. “You wanted more than I could give you, didn’t you? You probably wouldn’t have cum if it weren’t for Sheila.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Thomas.” She closed her eyes with a blissful expression. “Mistress Sheila warned me you were green. I thought you’d be worse, to be honest. I can’t expect you to be amazing on your first try, can I? It’s too early to say but I think you’ll be great at this if you keep training.”
“Thank you.” I ran my fingers down her thighs, working out some muscle knots. The oil dripped down her warm skin and shapely ass as I kept up with my slow massage. Touching her made my physical ache even worse but I loved it. “No, seriously, you were fantastic. I thought you’d get frustrated with me and say you can’t deal with amateurs.”
Purr
sighed with annoyance for the first time that evening. She opened her eyes and turned her head to me with a deadly serious expression.
“You are being too hard on yourself. You should give it some time. This is what I do for a living.” She folded her arms under her cheek and lay down. “You are not the first beginner Dom or sadist I’ve worked with. It’s up to me to make them feel good about themselves. I mean, I have experienced clients who know what they want but many men and women struggle with who they are. By the way...”
The young woman paused for a second and went on with a shy voice.
“Well, technically, I’m not at work right now. We’re out of scene so... I see no reason why you shouldn’t know my real name. It’d be nice if you think of me as a friend rather than an insanely beautiful girl you must impress.” She giggled at the last part and looked back at me. “I’m Kathrine but everyone calls me Kat.”
I spread more oil down her bruises and wiped my hands on the towel Allie gave me. Then I picked her beautiful hand up and placed a small kiss on it.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kat, but I have some very non-friendly thoughts about you.” I couldn’t believe I said that. I’d always been so self-conscious around women so they wouldn’t label me a pervert. “Especially when I’m looking at your insanely beautiful lips.” My thumb ran down her bottom lip. Part of me was terrified she’d flinch back, and yell at me to step away. Instead, Kat wrapped the aforementioned lips around my finger and trailed her tongue against it. “I see you don’t mind me saying that I want to do things to you...”
“On the contrary.” She bit my skin and pulled her lips away. “Think of me as a really dirty, kinky friend with benefits. I don’t want you to hold back. I mean, I wouldn’t be thrilled if you wanted to piss on my face but I wouldn’t make you feel bad for saying it.”
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