by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue
“A woman after my own heart…” she replied, taking a sip of the fresh drink.
Brad’s tone became serious when he told Shey, “Before I fulfill your final request, I want you to honor mine.”
She put her drink down slowly. Brad noticed the slight tremble of her hand as she placed it on the table.
“Do you remember what it was, Shey?”
“I do.”
Brad moved closer to her, purposely invading her space. “Take my hand.”
She looked up at him shyly. Being in control was not something she seemed accustomed to. Would she be true to her desire, or would she choose to be modest with him?
Shey finally took his hand and placed it against her throat. “I’d like you to kiss me.”
Brad’s shaft stirred at the suggestion. Caressing her throat gently, as if it were a prized piece of art, he found the perfect spot. Goosebumps rose on her skin when he applied pressure, letting him know the intimate touch was having the desired effect.
“You want me to kiss you?” he growled huskily, drawing closer to her lips.
“Yes…”
Her whole body relaxed, an instinctual reaction to the dominant hold. He leaned down to kiss her, claiming her lips as he pressed his hand against her throat firmly. She moaned when his tongue entered her mouth.
Brad suspected if he were to place his hand between her legs he would find her wet with desire. He eventually pulled away, and stared at her intently. Shey opened her eyes, an expression of pure lust reflected in them.
“I never knew a kiss could be like that.”
“Why? Those lips would inspire any man.”
She grazed her soft lips with her fingers, shaking her head slowly. “No. Trust me, no man has ever been that inspired before.”
Brad leaned down again, giving the impression he was going to kiss her a second time. Instead, he gave her a quick peck on the nose and chuckled lightly. “You’ve obviously been hanging with the wrong men, Shey Allen.”
She grinned, trying nonchalantly to cross her legs and hide the fact that her pussy was deliciously wet.
With his last request fulfilled, it was time to honor hers. “If I’m to satisfy your final bet, I need to fetch equipment out of my truck.”
Brad could see the nerves hit; Shey held her breath for a moment before answering, “Of course.”
He gave a quick whistle, and Cayenne peeked out from under the bed. “Enjoy the company of my feline companion while I fetch the required items.”
He liked the idea of leaving Shey alone with abundant time to anticipate their scene together. Those prolonged minutes of expectation would enrich her overall experience.
Brad knew many Doms were in such a rush to begin a scene that they failed to utilize the simple tool of time. It was a shame, because it not only added to the scene but immediately established dominance.
After persuading the overly friendly valet to let him get items from the truck himself, Brad made his way to the vehicle and searched through his box of equipment, picking out three different instruments: one for a novice, one if Shey was feeling more adventurous, and the last if she was willing to trust him completely.
Brad chuckled to himself as he stuffed them into a duffle bag. Tonight was proving to be far more interesting than he originally planned—but he was not one to complain. He understood this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to scene with the beautiful redhead.
After tonight, they would go their separate ways…
Submission
Brad stood by the entrance of his suite for a few moments before opening the doors. He was not surprised to find Shey standing there waiting for him, with Cayenne nestled in her arms.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
Her eyes widened, but Shey dutifully set the kitten down and sank to the floor, staring up at him expectantly.
Brad shut the doors behind him, using an authoritative tone when he explained, “Although this won’t be a formal lesson, you will call me Master and I will address you as slave during tonight’s session.”
She gave a quick gasp, but lowered her head and answered, “Yes, Master.”
Hearing those words come from her lips affected him on a profound level. He realized that he would have to separate himself emotionally or risk getting caught up in this scene. Brad placed his hand on her head, her red locks stirring something primal inside him. “Stand, slave, and serve your Master.”
He felt her quiver under his hand. Shey slowly stood, missing the grace of a trained submissive, but Brad found it charming. He’d always had a special heart for ‘wild ones’.
Although Shey was curious about exploring the lifestyle, she was still an unbroken filly. There was excitement in breaking one in…
“I want you to grab your thong from the table and strip down to only your bra and panties while I dress for play.”
“Should I kneel again once I’m done?”
“Excellent question,” he complimented, and rewarded her with additional instructions. “You will stand in the entryway to the dining room with your hands and feet touching the gold frame, so that you are fully displayed for my pleasure.”
He continued towards the bedroom, grinning to himself. His requested position would give her a similar look to being bound to a St. Andrew’s Cross—a sexy presentation for him to enjoy, while also being an exposing stance for her. A good first test…
He returned minutes later, dressed in only loose jeans and his black Stetson.
Shey smiled when she saw him, her eyes locking on his muscular chest before darting to the floor.
Brad strode over to her and lifted her chin. “I like my slaves to look at me at all times—unless I command otherwise.”
She raised those baby blues to him, and his heart skipped a beat. There was something sacred and hallowed about scening with a brand-new submissive. Feigning control he did not feel, Brad backed away to study her, looking Shey over with the critical eye of a Master.
She was gripping the frame of the doorway with both hands, her legs spread apart so that her feet touched it as well. If she had been a properly trained sub, she would have stood on tiptoes to make the pose even more enticing for him.
He was pleased to see that the redhead had chosen to wear a sexy underwear set. The bra showed off Shey’s petite, but attractive, breasts and the thong was secured with an enticing bow. One pull, and it would reveal the treasure hidden underneath. A silent invitation…
Brad enjoyed analyzing a woman’s lingerie, because it revealed her tastes and confidence level. Ill-fitting lingerie hinted at a lack of appreciation for her own body, while an overly ornamental set hinted at a need to impress—and “grandma” underwear let a man know exactly where he stood.
Shey’s simple-but-playful choice was a winning combination. Although the bow was tempting, he refrained from baring the beauty it concealed so enticingly.
“Are you familiar with safewords, slave?”
“Yes…Master.”
“And they are?”
“Green if I enjoy it, yellow if it’s a little too much, and red if I want you to stop.”
“Very good. Although I will ask throughout the session, it’s your duty to call out if there is a need at any point during our scene. Since we are new to each other, it’s essential that I can trust you to do that.”
Shey nodded, gazing deep into his eyes for added emphasis. “I promise to call out my safeword if needed.”
“I will hold you to that, young slave. Knowing this is your first time, I’ve brought a variety of instruments. Since you gave me the choice, I picked three.”
“Three?” she questioned anxiously, fear beginning to surface.
Brad chuckled, understanding the reason for her nerves and explained, “I brought three so that you may choose the one that calls to you.”
She visibly relaxed, curiosity replacing her fear.
Brad reached into his bag and held up the blindfold first.
Shey frowned, clearl
y unimpressed. “That’s just for vanilla girls.”
He shook his head. “You are wrong, slave. There is a high level of kink to be enjoyed when wearing a blindfold with a stranger.”
Her eyes widened as the truth of his words sank in. She stared at the simple cloth with newfound respect.
Brad reached back into his duffle bag and held up a set of nipple clamps attached with a delicate chain. “If you are unfamiliar with the instrument, it can seem intimidating. However, the chain allows for self-pleasure, which is something I enjoy watching.”
Shey stared at the jeweled clamps he held in his hand. He noticed her body betray her interest; her nipples hardening into tight buds, beckoning to be caressed and teased.
He laid the clamps beside the blindfold and reached into the bag again. “Your last choice is a tool that’s a hard-limit for many. Don’t feel ashamed if you have no interest in it. This instrument is normally not something a Dominant would use on a new sub. However, my proficiency with this tool allows me to offer the option to you tonight.”
Brad slowly pulled out his leather bullwhip and smiled in satisfaction as the pupils of her eyes grew.
He unfurled the whip so she could see the full length of it before telling her, “This is a miniature bullwhip, specifically crafted for indoor play. It has the capability to lick your skin or draw blood, depending on the strength of the stroke.”
Her eyes remained focused on it, but he was unable to tell whether her interest was out of fascination or fear.
“Would you like to hold it, slave?”
Shey nodded slowly as she held out her hands. She took the leather whip and caressed it with delicate fingers, taking in the supple give of the thong and fall. She charmed him when she brushed her cheek with the end, giggling. “I didn’t expect it to have a tickly part.”
“That’s called the cracker,” he explained. “It only tickles if I let it.”
Shey let the end fall from her hand and stared at him thoughtfully, saying nothing.
“So, slave, which tool do you choose?”
She seriously contemplated each one before asking humbly, “May I have all three?”
He had to stop his jaw from dropping. It was the last answer he expected to hear from her.
“….unless, of course, that is not allowed,” she amended when he failed to respond to her request.
Brad thought for a moment before answering. “I have used all three in scenes before, but not with a novice. You may be biting off more than you can chew, young lady.”
Shey said earnestly, “I find the mystery that the blindfold will inspire enchanting, and I’ve always wanted to try nipple clamps. However, this bullwhip thrills me in a way I haven’t experienced before.” She handed him the whip before putting her hands back on the frame and smiling at him.
Brad tilted his head. The redhead had surprised him with her self-confidence. Normally, he’d never suggest the use of all three instruments with a beginner, but her conviction and reasoning seemed sound.
“Don’t forget your safeword, slave.”
Shey’s face lit up when she realized he was agreeing to her wishes. “I won’t…Master.”
Brad picked up the blindfold and saw Shey’s chest begin to quickly rise and fall as he approached her—the reality of what she was about to experience finally kicking in. He wouldn’t hold it against the girl if she called out her safeword. New submissives often fantasized about scenes they were unable to handle in real life.
Placing the silk material over her eyes and securing it tightly, he asked in a low voice, “Can you see, slave?”
She visibly trembled when she answered him. “No.”
“No, Master.”
Shey immediately corrected herself, a blush darkening her cheeks.
Brad lightly touched her bare shoulder, tracing the freckles that had tempted him all night long.
She tensed under his caress.
He lowered his head, hesitating a moment before pressing his firm lips against her shoulder.
The redhead let out a tiny gasp—the intensity of the contact heightened by the blindfold. He pulled away to observe her again.
There was no denying he was extremely turned on by the sight of this girl blindfolded and nearly naked before him. He looked down at his crotch and shook his head in sympathy at the large bulge straining in his pants. Sadly, his cock would have to remain unutilized to avoid unnecessary entanglements between them.
Brad lightly kissed the freckles on Shey’s other shoulder and was rewarded with a whisper of a moan. Unable to resist, he lifted her chin and kissed Shey, parting her lips with his tongue. When she pressed her body against him, he ceased holding himself back and ravaged her mouth, leaving her panting for breath afterwards.
She was not the only one affected by the passionate kiss… Although Shey was a novice, her instinctual response to him had Brad’s body aching to fuck her—but giving in to that carnal desire would only lead to trouble.
He had to remain vigilant—for both their sakes.
Brad commanded her to stay as he retrieved his second glass of whiskey and downed it. Tread carefully, he warned himself.
He wanted Shey to leave with a healthy appreciation for the Master/slave dynamic, so he chose to approach their encounter in the same manner he would as headmaster of the Submissive Training Center.
“Slave, I want you to drop on all fours and crawl over to me. Entice me with your sensual advance.”
Shey lowered herself to the floor and turned towards the sound of his voice. She arched her back before starting forward. It was obvious she was unaware that her tongue was sticking out of the side of her mouth as she concentrated on crawling across the floor for him, but Brad found it charming.
There was something beautiful about a woman’s first submissive experience. Their lack of confidence, eagerness to please, was an honor to behold. It was the reason he enjoyed seeking and taming the ‘wild ones’.
As Shey drew closer, he complimented her. “Very nice.”
She stopped when she reached his feet and knelt again, tilting her head upwards in expectation.
Brad leaned down and took one of her wrists, guiding her hand to his raging hard-on. “That is my response to your effort, slave.”
She bit her lip and smiled, obviously pleased with herself. There was no doubt the redhead was every bit as turned on as he was.
“Stand up before me and take off your bra.”
Shey stood and fumbled at the clasp, betraying her building nerves.
“Do you need help with such a simple command?” he asked teasingly.
“No, Master,” she assured him, continuing to struggle with it.
He watched as her breasts swelled over the top of her bra as she reached back further, straining to release them without assistance. Just when he was about to do it for her, Shey undid the clasp, and the satin material fell away, exposing her rosy pink nipples. She let the bra fall to the floor but self-consciously crossed her arms over her chest.
“No, slave, your Master wants to enjoy your breasts.”
She let her arms fall to her sides but stood trembling as he took in her naked chest. Her unconscious modesty was enchanting, serving to highlight her inexperience.
Shey’s creamy white skin accentuated the rosiness of her areolas. “You are truly beautiful, slave.”
She bowed her head, trying to hide her smile.
When Brad placed his large hand on one breast, he felt Shey’s entire body stiffen and heard her breath increase. A stranger touching a private part of her femininity was enough to excite any woman…
He caressed her hardening nipple with his thumb. “Your body reveals your need for the clamps, slave.”
Shey nodded, as she licked her lips nervously.
The tweezer clamps made a delicate clinking sound when he picked up the chain. He noticed the goosebumps rise on Shey’s skin as she anxiously awaited the clamps’ unique touch.
Pinching her areola lightly s
o that her nipple protruded, Brad applied the first clamp, adjusting it until she felt the pressure. “Is it comfortable?”
Shey smiled and nodded.
Brad adjusted it even tighter until she gasped, but to her credit she did not protest. “Your body needs to adjust to it,” he told her, kissing her gently on the lips.
He watched as her nipple turned a dark shade of red under the toy’s constriction. With a mischievous smile, he began playing with her other breast, noting her rapidly beating heart under his hand.
The thrill of her submission was one of the most erotic aspects of being a Dom.
Shey whimpered when he lightly pinched the sensitive skin before applying the other clamp.
“Color, slave?” he asked gruffly.
“Green.”
“Excellent.” Although she was frightened, the excitement of this new sensation was driving her to explore further. With a gentle touch, he adjusted the second clamp to provide equal pressure with the first.
She tilted her head back, forcing herself to accept the intensity of the instrument.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Give in to the feeling the clamps evoke.”
When he brushed his fingers lightly against her nipples, she cried out.
“Color?” he questioned again.
“Very green,” she panted.
He looked down at her thong and saw it was soaked. “You appear to enjoy the nipple clamps.”
“I do,” she agreed as he continued to caress her breasts.
Brad trailed his fingers down the delicate chain and lightly pulled on it, causing another passionate cry to escape from her lips. “With just the right pressure, I can make it feel as if two men are sucking on your nipples at the same time. Would you like that, slave?”
Shey nodded.
He pulled on the chain in light, rhythmic movements, simulating the suction of dual lovers.
Shey whimpered in pleasure.
“You can control your own pleasure, slave,” he murmured huskily, ordering her to open her mouth.
It was obvious she was expecting another kiss, but he placed the chain between her lips. “I want to watch you experiment. Find the right pressure and the angles that please you.”
