Subordination: Chronicles of a Domme

by Katie Ashley

  Feeling like I was back in high school, I entered the combination on my locker. When the door popped open, I first took off the bracelet Owen had given me and deposited it into my purse. I then reached past my purse to grab the purple and white bat hanging in the back. My fingers wrapped around the braided leather handle. One of my father’s friends who worked in leather had made it for me. He had no clue what I planned to actually use it for. Considering he’d known me since I was five, he would have probably had a stroke.

  When I came back into the room, I excused the dungeon master. William kept his eyes on the floor. “Did you miss me?” I couldn’t help teasing.

  “Yes, Mistress, I did.”

  “Are you ready to get started?”

  “More than anything, Mistress.”

  “Good,” I replied, as I came to stand in front of him. I studied his face—the tension in his jaw, the need burning in his eyes. “Once again, what’s your safe word?”

  “Heisman.”

  “Don’t hesitate to use it.”

  I ran the bat slowly from his Adam’s apple down to his sternum. When I got to his chest, I used the tip to circle one of his nipples. After it hardened under the teasing touch, I smacked it. William’s nostrils flared at the sting. I moved the bat over to tease his other nipple. When he expected me to smack the nipple like I had the other, I surprised him by cracking the shaft of the bat against his abdomen. “First lesson with me, subbie. Never anticipate my next move.”

  William sucked in a breath as a red line streaked his stomach. I used the bat to teasingly encircle his belly button. His abs involuntarily tightened at the contact, and his arms pulled against the rope. When his erection bucked against the bat, I flicked the head, causing William to hiss. “Down, boy,” I said.

  Raising my arm back, I began to alternate hitting his chest with the bat and then the shaft. William’s jaw clenched and unclenched with each strike. The chains on the suspension bar clinked overhead as he jerked against the rope binds. He was right about liking pain because his erection swelled and grew slick with pre-cum the more I hit him. I knew if I kept it up, he was going to come—that is if I allowed him to.

  With the skin on William’s stomach and back streaked with red, I stilled the bat before going over to the crank and lowering him down. Taking the end of the rope, I yanked him to me. His erection brushed against my exposed thigh, causing us both to suck in a surprised breath at the contact.

  Using the end of the rope like a leash, I pulled him over to the spanking bench. Instead of being flat, the bench dipped down slightly, so there was easier access to the sub’s ass. Once William was lying down on his stomach, I wound the end of the rope around the end of the bench, not allowing his arms any slack. “How is that?”

  “Fine, Mistress,” he groaned.

  I walked back over to the supply cabinet. While William thought I was getting a paddle or flogger, I was about to play with him on one of his hard limits. I took a smooth, silver vibrator out of one of the drawers.

  With the bat in one hand and the vibrator in the other, I went back over to William. After placing the bat at the top of the bench, I turned the vibrator on. At the buzzing of the vibrator, his body tensed, and he yanked his head back to look at me.

  “Eyes on the floor!” I barked.

  He quickly turned back around. For a moment, I stood there just letting the hum mess with him. Then I pressed the tip of the vibrator into the skin at the nape of his neck. The moment the toy touched him, William jumped on the bench.

  “Easy there,” I cautioned.

  As I started sliding the vibrator down his spine, William’s breathing quickened. When I reached the top of his ass, the muscles in his buttocks clenched as he held his breath in anticipation of what I might do. I let the vibrator’s tip skim along his crack before I bent down.

  William exhaled a sigh of relief when I started at his calf and slid the vibrator up his leg. When I got to the curve of his buttock, I stopped and went to the other side. After reaching the top again, I said, “Spread your legs farther apart for me.”

  When he remained still, I took the riding bat in my free hand and brought it between his legs to smack his balls. He groaned as he dug his elbows into the bench’s cushion. Just as I pulled back the crop to hit him again, he slid his feet apart, widening his legs. “Good boy.”

  Dipping my hand between his legs, I pressed the vibrator against his perineum. This time when he groaned, it was with pleasure, not pain. As I increased the pressure on the sensitive skin between his balls and anus, his hips gyrated against the bench. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Say it again,” I commanded when his response was barely a murmur.

  “It’s not bad, Mistress,” William replied clearly this time.

  I began to rub the vibrator back and forth, speeding it up and then slowing it down. When I pressed against his anus, his buttocks clenched. “Easy now. I wouldn’t dare try to do anything without lube.”

  When he began to relax, I rolled the vibrator against his balls. With one hand I held the vibrator in place while I used the other to smack his back with the riding bat. His hips began to buck harder against the bench.

  His legs began trembling as he grew closer to the edge. Ready to give him relief, I stilled the bat. Leaning over, I pressed my lips against his ear. “Come for me, William,” I commanded.

  As his movements quickened, his thighs slapped against the leather bench. He threw his head back with a loud groan, his eyes pinched shut in ecstasy. The tendons in his neck strained as the muscles in his arms bulged as he pulled against the restraint. His body shuddered as his release spilled onto the floor.

  He was so beautiful when he came—the look of absolute bliss and abandon. The way he experienced his release throughout his entire body. There was a slight power trip in the fact that I had helped him achieve it.

  When he was finished, I untied him from the bench and then the wrists. “Stand up.” He slid his chest off the bench, putting all his weight on his feet. Taking his right arm in my hand, I massaged my fingers deep into his muscles. “Feeling coming back?”

  “Yes. Thank you, Mistress.”

  After working on his other arm, he dropped down to his knees to reverently kiss the tops of my boots. Unlike Owen, he didn’t work his way up my legs. Keeping his head bowed, he asked, “Mistress, will you give me the honor of pleasuring you?”

  “No.”

  “But why?”

  I swept my hands to my hips. “Are you being insubordinate with me?”

  “No, Mistress. I just wish you would consider my offer.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Because I want to please you. I want to make you come as hard as you made me.”

  “Sorry. The answer is still no,” I replied as I took the rope over to the sink to be disinfected.

  When I turned around, surprised filled me at the sight of William on his feet again. His gaze still remained averted from mine. “Look at me,” I ordered.

  He raised his eyes to stare at me full on as I walked back over to him. Although he was trying to mask it, I could tell he was hurt by my refusal. “I want you to understand that it’s not you—that you did something that displeased me. I don’t receive pleasure from any of my subs.”

  “You should,” he insisted.

  Cocking my head at him, I said, “You should remember how to talk to your Mistress.”

  Instead of appearing apologetic, he took a step forward. “May I at least kiss you?”

  As I gazed at his earnest expression, I didn’t see what it could hurt. “Fine. A kiss and then you go on your merry little way.” I poked a finger into his breastbone. “And you tip me well.”

  William smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”

  I stood toe to toe with William and tilted my chin. “Kiss me,” I instructed.

  He dipped his head, and he closed his eyes. At the slight brush of his lips against mine, a shiver of anticip
ation shot down my spine. I felt like I was thirteen again with a boulder of anxiety in my stomach as the boy I liked kissed me behind our barn. When he deepened the kiss, he brought his arms around me, molding me to him. The kiss was everything—passionate, intimate, and affectionate. It felt like rediscovering a lost emotion—a lost part of me.

  Needing more, I sucked his tongue inside my mouth. The moment I gave him the green light, a switch flipped inside William. The reverent way his mouth had worshipped mine was replaced with a desperate conquering. His tongue battled along with mine, sucking, licking, devouring. An ache began to build between my thighs, and I pressed my hips against William’s.

  His hand left the small of my back to wrap around my braid. He tugged on it, pulling me back to look at him. No sub had ever touched me without permission, least of all do something so forceful. “Please, Mistress. I want to taste every part you, not just your mouth.”

  Breathless from our exertions, it took me a moment to find my voice. “I told you I don’t do that.”

  “Why should you deny yourself?”

  Staring into his handsome face, I wondered the same thing. All these years, I’d never taken any pleasure for myself. There had been subs I’d been attracted to like Owen. Not all of them were interested in reciprocating pleasure, but many were. And I told them all no.

  As I stood molded against William’s warm, overpowering body like a second flesh, I didn’t want to argue anymore. I wanted to let go. I was a twenty-four-year-woman who had pretty much sacrificed her life for work, school, and her family. I couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm hadn’t come from a vibrating device.

  Dipping his head, William’s breath was warm against my ear. “Please let me make you come.”

  At the thought of what his mouth could do to my pussy, I whispered, “Yes.”

  He pulled back to stare at me. “Yes?”

  I drew my shoulders back and this time gave a firm, “Yes.”

  A genuine smile lit up his face. “Thank you.” He glanced around the dungeon. “Where?”

  “Right here.”

  William’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable on a queening stool?”

  “Right here,” I repeated, jabbing my finger at the ground for emphasis.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  He knelt before me. Placing his hands on my calves, his fingers slid slowly up my boots and onto my thighs. I sucked in a breath at the feel of his warm palms on my exposed skin. They ventured farther underneath my dress. His fingertips pressed into my hips as he gripped the material of my thong. He eased the lace slowly down my thighs and boots. When the thong reached the floor, I carefully stepped out of it.

  When he rose off his knees, I stared at him in surprise. Before I could protest, he swept me up in his arms. “I said here.”

  “Trust me.”

  “You’re disobeying me. I should make you stop right now,” I growled.

  “But it’s for your pleasure.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Being disobeyed doesn’t get me off, subbie.”

  He eased me down onto my feet in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. “You don’t seriously expect to tie me up?”

  “Of course not. I just wanted you to have something to lean back against to steady yourself.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I smirked at him. “You think pretty highly of your talents.”

  He didn’t appear the least bit apologetic. In fact, he held a gleam of self-assurance. “You can let me know if I did well afterward.”

  “I’ll remember that.”

  “Tell what to do, Mistress. This is all about you.” I could have him go straight to the main course by having him go down on me, but I wanted more. I needed to feel his hands on me.

  “Touch my breasts.”

  He quickly obliged by delving into my corset and cupping my breasts in his large hands. He weighed them in his palms, tenderly and reverently before squeezing them. At my intake of breath, he looked at me to gage what I was thinking. “Harder.”

  He fingers pressed into the flesh, causing my nipples to pebble. Without being told, he rolled them between his fingers, making them grow harder.

  “Put your mouth on them,” I ordered.

  Keeping his eyes on mine, William removed his hands from my breasts and untied the ribbon holding the front of my dress together. He tugged the ribbon through the holes, sending the dress gaping open and freeing my breasts. With a moan, he dipped his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. As his lips tugged and pulled against the hardened point, wetness began to pool between my legs. I spread my fingers through the mop of hair at the top of his head. I yanked the strands, causing my nipple to pop free of his mouth. I then dragged his head over to my other breast for him to give it the same attention. This time he grazed my nipple with his teeth, causing me to moan.

  Although I could have prolonged his attention at my breasts, I brought my hands to his shoulders and eased him down. He began to roll the skirt of my dress up inch by inch sending much needed cool air to my inflamed core. I stared down at him, my naked breasts bouncing slightly with my heaving breaths. I fought the urge to grab him by the hair and shove his face between my legs. I didn’t know whether he was consciously or subconsciously paying me back for the anticipation I’d put him through.

  When my skirt finally reached above my hips, William sat back. “So beautiful,” he murmured, before leaning in to place a tender kiss at the top of my pussy. He continued his assault of butterfly kisses over to the crease of my thigh and then he worked his way back again.

  With sweat breaking out on my brow, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I widened my legs. “Fuck me with your tongue. Now,” I demanded.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Grabbing my leg by the calf, he lifted it up and placed it on his shoulder. Dipping his head, he licked one long swipe from my clit to my ass. I shuddered. He then proceeded to lick along my lips, nibbling them with his teeth. He rubbed his tongue back and forth over my clit. I thrust my hips against him, desperate for friction. Opening his lips, he sucked my clit deep inside his mouth. Just like with my nipples, he pulled and tugged at my clit. “Oh, God,” I muttered. As my head fell back against the base of the cross, I was glad William had the forthright to bring me over here.

  Obeying my command not to use his fingers, his tongue probed at my opening before thrusting inside. He began to pump it in and out like he would have fucked me with his dick. My hips began to rise and fall with his thrusts.

  William took my other leg and threw it over his shoulder. I grabbed the cuffs of the cross for support while William’s hands gripped my buttocks to hold me in place. I was now impaled on his face and tongue. His nose rubbed against my clit as he swirled his tongue deep inside me. I didn’t know how it was possible that he could still breathe, but at the same time, I didn’t care as long as he kept fucking me with his tongue. I crossed my feet between his shoulder blades, drawing him even closer.

  My breath came in harsh pants. My legs trembled from the intense sensations shooting through me. At times, I wanted to push him away because it felt so overwhelming. But then I just kept rubbing myself shamelessly against his face as I murmured incoherently. When the first tremors of the orgasm started, I began to scream. It ripped through me with such a force that for a moment I almost blacked out. I’d heard of multiple orgasms before, but I’d never had them. I panted harshly as I rode out the continuing spasms.

  My grip released on the cuffs, and I started to fall forward. William’s arms came around me, and I slid down his body. Blinking a few times, I tried to clear my head at what had just happened. The best fucking orgasm or orgasms of your life is what just happened.

  I glanced up at William. Although he had every reason to give me an “I told ya so” smirk, he gave me a pleased smile. “Thank you, Mistress.”

  “You’re thanking me? I’m the one who should be bowing down at your feet and thanking you.” I ran m
y hands over my face, wiping away some of the sweat. “No wonder Calla didn’t want to give you up,” I mused.

  He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “It sure as hell is one.”

  “Do you need anything?”

  “Another one of those?”

  William licked his lips and started to ease me onto my feet. “No, no. I was only teasing.”

  “I would make you come all night if you wanted to.”

  “I know you would. But we can’t…I can’t.”

  He nodded before rising off the floor. He held out his hand and helped me up. “Would you like me to clean you up?”

  I laughed. “I think if I let you do that, we’d be right back where we started.”

  With a sly grin, he said, “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

  “I’m fine. I’ll shower when I get home.”

  “You aren’t going to play anymore tonight?” he asked.

  “No. I think you did me in.”

  Although he ducked his head, I could see the flush of pride across his cheeks. When I started to reach for my thong, he stopped me. “Let me do it.”

  Picking up the lace, he slid it back on for me. Once it was in place, he tugged my skirt back down. After finding the discarded ribbon, he tied up the front of my dress. Considering I was always the one taking care of everyone else, it was nice having someone put me back together for once. “Thank you, William. Thank you for everything.”

  “Maybe we can play together again next weekend?” he asked, hope rising in his eyes.

  I was too much of a chicken shit to tell him I wouldn’t be here next weekend. That he would never see me again. Part of me wondered why I couldn’t come back on the weekends to play. It couldn’t hurt to make a little extra money. But I realized that in my new world, there was no place for 1740. I had to leave that all behind.

  Up until now, or I guess I should say up until William, that thought really hadn’t bothered me. I would miss the men like Own, but they’d never really been mine. They were just there to play. I didn’t worry about them transitioning to a new Domme. But then there was William. And I had to leave him behind.