by P Nelson
“Oh right.” Elizabeth’s eyebrows had reached into her hairline.
“He didn’t leave any explicit instructions.” Calla looked around her locker before setting the box, ribbon, and card back inside. “She should get going anyway. I’m pretty sure she’s late.” Calla shook her head. Delaney grinned at Elizabeth.
“Spankings on the first day? We really are going to be great friends.” Delaney slipped her arm through Elizabeth’s and began pulling her towards the door leading out onto the dungeon floor.
“Don’t listen to her, Elizabeth. She’s a ringleader for getting subs into trouble. Just obey your Master,” Calla instructed from behind them.
“Where’s the fun in being a good sub?” Delaney questioned as she opened the door to the dungeon and wagged her eyebrows at Elizabeth. “Honestly, they want excuses to spank our asses; it only seems fair to give them reasons to assert their dominance.”
“How do Martin and Linkin put up with you?” Calla laughed as they all went through the door. Elizabeth missed Delaney’s answer. She only had eyes and ears for one of the men standing a couple of meters in front of her. Elizabeth realised this was her first time out on the dungeon floor of The Cage, and she should be drinking in the experience. After all, she had made it. This was her reward for all her hard work, but instead of glorying in her surroundings, she could only stop and stare at her Master. Eric was looking straight at her wearing a pleased expression. A smile curved his lips, and he beckoned her forward with one finger. The impulse his one finger caused sent shivers down her spine. Elizabeth felt her pussy clench and knew the lace between her legs was probably damp. Master Eric looked ridiculously handsome in his leather pants and matching vest.
Still feeling embarrassed about being out in public wearing such a skimpy outfit, Elizabeth had to force her feet to move. Delaney chattering away beside her helped a lot as well as Calla’s steadfast presence by her side. Taking deep calming breaths, she finally reached Eric and let her gaze travel over his half naked body. He was her Master for the next thirty days and everything about him made her heart flutter.
“Hello, sub.” Eric smiled down at Elizabeth dressed in the teddy he had bought for her this afternoon while he took a long lunch break. He had two cold showers jerking off last night as he remembered her fevered responses to devouring the strawberries and chocolate. This morning he had woken up and wondered if he had dreamed the whole thing. No one was that sexy. But here she was, standing in the lace and ribbon ensemble he had bought at the upmarket department store looking like a fertility goddess. He was pretty sure every Dom in the place would like to sink his dick right into her soft, wet folds.
“Hello, Master Eric.” Elizabeth looked up at him shyly, and he smiled in response.
“I expect you to greet me in a formal slave pose, beautiful,” Eric instructed and looked over at Delaney who was already surrounded by her two Doms, Martin and Linkin. “Like Delaney. On your knees with your legs spread wide and your hands resting palm up on your thighs.” Elizabeth licked her lips and started to bend her knees. “I’m also going to need verbal responses from now on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Eric,” Elizabeth replied before starting to get down into her slave pose. Eric watched as she carefully spread her legs open and revealed her pussy to him. She was covered in black lace tonight, but very soon he would see all her secrets.
“Calla, good to see you this evening.” Eric nodded over to where Calla was watching discreetly. She smiled back.
“I will leave you both to your evening. Have a good time, Elizabeth, and remember if you need anything, you have my number.” Calla walked away as Elizabeth gave her a nod of assurance. Eric looked back down at his training sub and did his best to push all his errant thoughts aside. Elizabeth was obviously nervous about her first time on the floor, especially in her fetware, and it was his job to make her feel more comfortable.
“Good evening, Master Eric.” One of the men beside him waved as he watched his partner pick up their sub and carry her off like a caveman.
“See you, Martin.” Eric waved fondly and looked down at Elizabeth who was staring up at him with big, round eyes. “Normally, you would keep your gaze on the floor in front of you, but today, I want you to try and take in as much of your surroundings as possible.”
“Yes, Master,” Elizabeth replied and smiled up at him. His heart gave a twist at her easy acceptance and hoped she might be a bit more pliable than last evening. Walking forward, he placed a hand on the top of her head and ran his hands through her straight blond hair. He made sure to scratch over her scalp lightly, and he felt her shiver in response.
“We’re going to take a tour of the dungeon floor and then we’re going to watch a few of the public scenes. Are you up for this?” he asked, keeping his hand on her head.
“Yes, Master. I’m so excited to see everything,” she replied, and Eric could hear the excitement in her voice.
“Good girl, now up you get.” Eric held out his hand and Elizabeth used it to pull herself up. “One last thing.” He pulled a silver chain out of his pocket and held it up. “This is a training collar. In fact, I’ve never actually collared anyone before, so I just picked it up today.” He reached around her throat and Elizabeth pulled her hair out of the way. “This is for other Doms to know you have a play partner and to respect our relationship by not approaching you for scenes.” He shrugged as he stepped back and surveyed the delicate chain around her neck that held no other adornments. “Everyone here is pretty tight, so you really don’t have to worry about unwanted attention from the Doms or Dommes even if you’re not wearing a collar.”
“Thank you.” Elizabeth touched the chain around her neck with hesitant fingers, and Eric couldn’t help the rush of satisfaction he felt over her happiness. He held his arm out to her, and she wrapped her own through it. He turned so they were facing into the interior of the big warehouse where The Cage was located.
“Welcome to The Cage, sub. I’m confident that any sexual fantasy you might have dancing around in that pretty head of yours can be fulfilled within these walls.” Eric watched as she took in the big room, her gaze lingering on the stages set up around the walls. Kinksters of all sorts were settling in for a night of debauchery.
“This is the bar area in the centre.” Eric led her over to where tables, chairs, bean bags, and big pillows had been set up around a circular bar in the middle of the warehouse. “As you know, there’s a two-drink maximum here and most Doms prefer you drink after a scene.”
“Yes, Master.” Elizabeth looked around the bar and stopped her gaze fixated on a Dom who was entertaining two subs on a beanbag chair. Eric inwardly groaned, but he felt the tension rise in Elizabeth’s body.
“Oh, my God. Is that who I think it is?” Elizabeth was practically jumping up and down on her tiptoes. “Is that Master Dillon, the porn star BDSM Dom of all time?”
“Yes, he brings new meaning to wherever the fuck I go, there he is,” Eric muttered before trying to turn her away from the two subs fighting over Master Dillon’s exposed cock. “Why don’t I show you more of the club?”
“Can I meet him?” Elizabeth was pulling him towards the sordid scene on the beanbag chair.
“Not tonight.” Eric made his voice stern, and he let go of Elizabeth’s arm. She propelled forward a couple of steps without him as an anchor and turned back to him with a mulish expression on her face. “You’re my training sub for the next thirty days. Have you decided in the last minute that you don’t want to work with me?” He knew the question was more extreme than he really needed, but he had to rein her in.
“No, Master.” Elizabeth’s face had gone pale.
“Good; now, come here.” Eric held out his hand, and he tucked her under his shoulder. “You will have plenty of opportunity to meet all the Doms here at The Cage. For now, I just want you to enjoy the experience.” As he finished his words, one of the subs on the beanbag chair started to shout out as she had an orgasm. H
e saw Dillon had his hand up the girl’s pussy. “Let’s find a scene to watch.” An excited light crept back into Elizabeth’s eyes, and she looked around her again.
“Which scene are we going to watch, Master Eric? The one over there? I don’t know if I could watch a Domme torturing a male sub. That sounds weird, right? I mean I could watch a Domme torture a female sub, and I wouldn’t find it weird. It seems like many of the girls are wearing body glitter. It seems messy. Oh, do you like body glitter?’ Elizabeth peered up at him, and Eric could only stare down at her in astonishment. It appeared the dam had burst and every thought entering Elizabeth’s head was coming out of her mouth.
“Stop. Please.” Eric shook his head when she opened her mouth to say something else. “Go down into your slave posture for your Master.” He infused his tone with enough authority for Elizabeth not to second-guess his order. She sank down to her knees and splayed her legs open. “Now, wait here for a minute, and I’ll be back.
Elizabeth watched as Master Eric’s boots walked out of the corner of her vision. She felt embarrassed to be kneeling in the middle of the floor with people walking around her. Peeking through her hair, she watched as a Domme with a man on a leather leash walked past her. The man was on all fours, and he glanced her way and winked before continuing to follow his Mistress. Elizabeth smiled to herself feeling as if she was included in the sub ranks.
“Up you get, gorgeous.” Eric’s boots came back into sight, and she glanced up to see the stern look on his face. “No, don’t say anything just yet.” Elizabeth stood up and faced him, feeling unease curl in her gut. Maybe she really was more trouble than he needed. He held up a purple silicon object shaped like a small penis. “This is a pocket rocket. I just took it out of the package and cleaned it. Know that any toys I use on you have been bought specifically for your use, and I won’t use them with any other sub. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Elizabeth replied as she studied the object resting between his fingers.
“You’re a new sub, and curiosity is not a crime here at The Cage. In fact, it’s encouraged.” Eric looked her over once before he continued. “Asking questions is important for the sub and the Dom. It gives both of us a chance to understand where each other wants to go or not go. I only ask for you to think about the questions you want to ask before you open your mouth. To aid this endeavour, I want you to place this dildo in your mouth. When you think of a question to ask, you may remove the dildo and ask. Do you understand, sub?”
“Yes, Master,” Elizabeth replied as she eyed the dildo with distaste.
“Open your mouth wide, Elizabeth. I want to see what it looks like when you take a cock in your mouth.” Eric smiled down at Elizabeth, and she complied. She understood why he was doing this, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like she really deserved this punishment. Eric took his time with the purple dildo, tracing it along her stretched lips, pumping it in and out of her mouth before finally pushing it in.
“Close your lips, beautiful,” he ordered, and Elizabeth clamped her mouth shut. She studied the look on his face and knew the sight of the dildo between her lips turned him on. She swirled it around her tongue once making the end bob around. “You are a very naughty sub, Elizabeth. I’m going to have to keep a running tally on your spanking count. For now, you have a clean slate. However, if you take that dildo out of your mouth to ask a question I deem frivolous, then it will be ten smacks. Do you understand?”
Elizabeth reached up and pulled the dildo from her mouth slowly, revelling in the way Eric watched the silicon exit her lips. He wanted his dick there, Elizabeth knew. Even more, she wanted to feel his dick deep in her mouth.
“Yes, Master, I understand,” Elizabeth replied before using the dildo to fuck her mouth a few times. She smiled up at him as she gripped the silicon between her teeth.
“Let’s go watch a few scenes, beautiful.” Eric cleared his throat and began to walk Elizabeth towards a stage that had collected a group of voyeurs.
Chapter 4
Elizabeth felt Eric’s body press into her from behind as they both stared up at the stage that had been set up. A tall man with long, curling golden hair stepped on stage. Elizabeth immediately recognised him and turned her head around to look at Eric. She remembered the dildo stuck in her mouth and reached to pull it out.
“Do you really want to waste a question on that, beautiful?” Eric arched a perfect eyebrow. Elizabeth humphed loudly in response and heard him chuckle as she turned around to face the stage. She recognised the man from the tabloids around town. He played for the city’s hockey team. Unfortunately, she couldn’t quite manage to remember what his name was. Something foreign, like Swedish or Norwegian.
The big blond man twisted to help his sub on the stage. He had the most impressive back muscles Elizabeth had ever seen on a human being. Elizabeth’s gaze was riveted to the sub who wore crisscrossing black leather belts and nothing else. Her hands were tied behind her back. An impressive black and purple mohawk was gelled into place on the top of her head. Several piercings dripped from her ears and even her nose had a little stud. In fact, Elizabeth decided the sub reminded her of the heroine from a recent trilogy of novels about a hacker who rode around on a hot motorcycle. Elizabeth reached out to finger the ends of her own boring blond hair.
“Not while I’m your Master.” Eric’s voice sounded in her ear making her jump. She breathed out and had to remember to keep the dildo in her mouth as her pussy tightened and her nipples grew hard. She looked down at the front of her lace teddy and watched them bead up just as the sound of his voice in her ear.
“Very fucking pretty,” Eric growled as he licked the shell of her ear, making her knees go weak at the touch of his velvety tongue. “Watch the stage, beautiful.”
The Master was whispering something in the ear of the sub with the mohawk. She shivered slightly, and he grinned down at her before walking around her to inspect the leather straps around her body. He made sure each one of them was tight and Elizabeth watched as he tested the rings sewn into the leather at intervals so hard the sub’s body jerked around.
“My little sub for the evening says she wants something different,” the Master addressed the crowd as he placed the sub in front of him so she faced his chest. A small ripple of laughter went through the onlookers. Eric’s voice sounded in her ear again.
“The very worst thing you can do is challenge a Dom, Elizabeth.” Eric’s delicious words filled Elizabeth’s stomach with butterflies. “They will find creative ways to torture your sweet ass, and it looks like poor Lara is about to find out what Master Hjalmar has thought up.”
Elizabeth glanced at the big Swedish man and even though he was as attractive as sin, she wasn’t sure about letting him torture her. She stepped back and felt the comforting warmth of Eric’s broad chest and leather vest against her back. He wrapped a comforting hand around her chest and Elizabeth settled into his embrace as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.
Master Hjalmar finished checking the rungs on the leather harnesses and stood in front of Lara. He tilted her head up and said something the audience couldn’t hear before his mouth descended in a hot kiss. Lara’s thighs quivered and Elizabeth watched as her hands balled into fists. Elizabeth wanted Eric to kiss her like that she decided. Master Hjalmar looked as if he wanted to inhale his little spiky-haired sub. He pulled his head up from the kiss and gave her a smack on the ass before gently nudging her towards the centre of the stage. Elizabeth noticed a bar hanging down with chains and clips dangling from it. She watched in fascination as Master Hjalmar attached the clips to rings on the back of Lara’s leather outfit.
He kissed her neck as he walked away for a minute and returned with some sort of jewellery in his hand. Master Hjalmar squatted down in front of his sub and opened his mouth wide. Elizabeth nearly melted as she watched him devour the petite woman’s breast. His cheeks sucked in and out and Elizabeth felt her breath notch up with every pull the other man made
on his sub. She could feel Master Eric’s erection growing in the front of his leathers, and Elizabeth couldn’t help herself from rubbing her ass against it.
‘Steady, beautiful.” Eric’s voice rippled over her senses making her painfully aware of his body against hers. She wanted nothing more than for the man behind her to undo the front of his leathers and pound into her pussy regardless of where they were standing. “You will get to feel my cock when I say so.” He rested a hand on her hip to stop her movements.
On the stage, Elizabeth watched as Master Hjalmar attached a clip with a weighted ball to one of Lara’s nipple rings. The sub groaned, and her lungs began pulling in long hard breaths. Master Hjalmar wrapped one of his massive arms around her waist to steady her as he latched on to her other nipple. Lara’s mouth fell open and it looked as if her knees were about to give out. The scene unfolding before her enthralled Elizabeth. She watched Master Hjalmar clip on the second weight ball to Lara’s nipple ring.
Elizabeth’s breath caught as she saw an evil smile spread across Master Hjalmar’s face as he looked at his sub. Lara shook her head, and her Master only laughed at her. A deep rumbling sound that Lara was pretty sure only raiding Vikings made when they found a village to pillage and burn.
“Say your safe word, Lara, or take my punishment, my vacker.” His thick accent only pulled Elizabeth further into the scene.
“No, Master,” Lara responded in a breathy whisper.
“Good girl, my vacker.” Master Hjalmar leaned forward and kissed her stomach before he used his hands to pull her legs apart. He rested his large hands on each of Lara’s thighs before gliding them up between her legs. The muscles in Lara’s ass and legs clenched as Master Hjalmar used his thumbs to pull the lips of her pussy apart. He groaned in appreciation. “You have such a pretty fitta, my vacker. I am going to eat it all up.”
