by Jamie Knight
I put down my spoon.
“I’m ready to accept the punishment as you see fit.”
“Dixie, please come to this side of the table,” I said, turning my chair to the side.
She walked over. Again, she had that nervous energy of anticipation.
“What did I say about phones at the dinner table?” I asked.
“No texts at the dinner table,” she said. “They’re rude. You made that very clear.”
“Please, bend over across my lap.”
She started to move.
“The other way, please,” I said. “I’m right-handed; you must always put your ass to my right hand.”
“Yes, Mr. Lamb.” Dixie adjusted accordingly, putting her warm body across my knees. I could feel the raging hard-on in my pants. I just wanted to tear off all her clothes and bang her right there on the table. But this extended foreplay and teasing… it would make it better. I would have her, but to deny myself for a time… That was erotic, too. For both of us.
I spanked her through the dress. She made a noise of satisfaction and of pain. But I wanted to touch her bare flesh, so I lifted the dress up so I could better see her bare, perfect bottom and thong. I slapped her bare cheeks, and she squeaked a bit, biting her lower lip. I rubbed her red cheeks. They were warm.
“Dixie, this isn’t sufficient,” I said. “I’m going to need to take you into the next room to complete the rest of your punishment. You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Yes, sir,” she said immediately. “I’ve been bad.”
Chapter Nine - Dixie
I was in a different world now. Mr. Lamb’s world. As I entered with a mixture of fear and excitement, I wondered where it would take me. So far, it had aroused me like nothing else. Mr. Lamb’s stern leadership made me melt inside.
“Walk this way,” he said. “There’s one room in the house that I didn’t show you.”
We walked down to the basement. There was a second door he had completely ignored during the tour; I had assumed it was some sort of utility closet. He unlocked it with a key and opened it up.
Inside was another bedroom, of sorts: The walls had hooks for various whips, chains, and straps, and there was a large wooden X with padded cuffs.
Some people might’ve walked into this room, seen these items, and turned right around. I was fascinated, but also calm. This felt good. This felt right, and Mr. Lamb would see to it that no harm would come to me.
“Now you know my dirty little secret,” he said. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to know more.”
“That’s good,” he said, smiling. “I’ll show you. You’ll be my new assistant, not just at work, but in other ways. Now that we’re stuck together, I think we can get a lot of work done in here.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Get undressed. There’s a closet there to put your clothes.”
As I got undressed, I wondered what Shawn would think of all this. He’d probably go crazy. He’d be jealous enough that I was living with another man, but this… This would be insanity to him.
But I needed to forget about Shawn. He was no good. He didn’t protect me like Mr. Lamb did.
After putting my clothes in the closet, I stood before Julius, completely naked. I used to blush in front of Shawn and turn the bedroom lights off, but here, in the well-lit basement, I didn’t feel that shyness.
“Come over here, Dixie,” my boss said.
I walked over to the big X and put my arms and legs into the cuffs. He tightened them so I couldn’t move.
“How does that feel?” he asked. “Can you get out? Try.”
I tried to pull my arms and legs, but I was stuck. They weren’t too tight; I was just immobilized.
“I’m stuck, sir.”
“All right, good,” he said.
Julius found a remote and pressed a button. The wooden X tilted back until I was parallel with the floor. He set the remote down, then walked to a jar that had a bunch of feathers in it. He took one out, and I giggled nervously.
Taking the feather, he began teasing me with it, running the light, barely perceptible strands up and down my naked body very slowly. It was beautiful agony. I was ticklish, but I also was turned on. I didn’t know whether to laugh, cum, or scream. I just kept making moaning noises while squirming against the restraints.
Suddenly, I felt his tongue against my pussy. I was already dripping wet, but this made me want to explode.
“Oh! Oh God!” I cried out. “Yes! Please! Don’t stop!”
I lost all sense of time. Reeling in ecstasy, I enjoyed the deep, satisfying feeling of his tongue against my clit. It went inside me, and I could feel his rough face against my privates. As he brought me to the brink, I was squealing and squirming against the restraints. Just as I was about to cum, he stopped.
Without a word, he stood up and walked out of the room. Along the way, he turned out the lights and shut the door behind him. I was laying in the dark, shivering and processing the experience.
I could hear Mr. Lamb walk upstairs and across the house. He ended up in the bathroom and washed up in the sink; I could hear the water moving through the pipes in his house and down into the basement.
Next, he moved into the kitchen and cleaned up the dishes. I could hear the water run from the kitchen sink and the dishwasher getting loaded. I assumed he wrapped up the leftover food and put it in the fridge.
How long was he going to leave me here? Was it going to be overnight, or was I just being impatient? Had he done this to other girls at work? Maybe this was my new life now, trapped in his dungeon basement, unable to get out.
Oh, God, was that what this was? Did I misread him so badly? Was Mr. Lamb a total psycho? What did I really know about the guy? He was rich and had tons of property. Is this why his house was positioned so far from his neighbors?
“Mr. Lamb?” I asked the darkness.
I pulled on the restraints a bit. I hadn’t really been trying before, but no — I couldn’t move. There was no way to get leverage, and the cuffs were very solid. Still, I was comfortable, though my arms and legs were a bit numb from being in the same position for a while.
Taking a few deep breaths, I decided to calm myself. My initial reading of Mr. Lamb was correct: He would not let anything bad happen to me. This was all part of the game. He was making me wait. In the darkness, I had nothing but my thoughts.
Listening again, I heard nothing. I bit my lower lip. I really wanted him to come back downstairs and make me cum. I was so close! I needed it. I needed to complete myself.
In the dark basement, with no clocks or outside light, I started losing all sense of time. Had he left me here for a few minutes? A few hours? Would I have to wait until morning? It was beginning to drive me crazy.
But I dared not call out. I felt that that would be rude. No, I had to learn patience and discipline; then, I would be rewarded. That’s what all this was. I was being tested by Mr. Lamb, and I had to show him I was strong.
Suddenly, just when I thought I couldn’t take the isolation any longer, I heard the door open. Julius entered and slowly turned up the lights with a dimmer.
“I missed you,” I said with a moan.
He looked at me disapprovingly and stopped moving toward me.
“Sir,” I added.
He continued to the feathers and picked up another one. Again, he teased me. This time, it seemed like he was doing it longer. Every inch of me was alive as the feather brought forth tingling. After an agonizingly long period, he positioned himself between my legs.
I was moaning and dripping wet. He wasn’t even touching me, but I was squirming in the restraints. He was just sitting there, his breath warm against my skin, but he wasn’t touching me.
“Please, sir,” I said. “Please, eat me out, sir. I’ll do anything if you’ll eat me out.”
But still, he waited. I was flat on my back and couldn’t really see him, but I could sense he was just inches away from
my crotch. He was breathing. If I could’ve broken the restraints at that moment, I would’ve grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into my cunt. But I couldn’t do it. He was in control.
Total control.
Finally, his hands started touching me. I twitched. I could feel him spreading my pussy lips apart and then he licked at my womanhood.
“Oh, yes! Yes! Thank you! Thank you, sir!”
I was soon right back to where I was before, on the brink of orgasm. Somehow, the wait had heightened it to another level; to deny me pleasure was to bring me more pleasure in the long run. I wanted to touch him, to tear off his clothes and make furious love to him all night long.
Instead, I just raged against the restraints while he continued to lap at my pussy, which was now dripping so much I must’ve left a huge puddle on the floor.
“Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Yes! So good! Thank you! Thank you, sir!”
And then, it happened. I went over the edge. I had made myself cum before, but not like this. All the energy of my body was released at once. I felt a torrent of cum shoot out of me and into Mr. Lamb’s face. I writhed, releasing everything into it, and found myself quite spent.
I laid there, vibrating on the inside and shaking in the restraints.
“Thank you, sir,” I kept saying. “You can do whatever you want to me. I’ll do whatever you want, sir.”
Chapter Ten - Julius
“You’re a good girl, Dixie,” I said as I released her restraints.
I was raging hard and needed a release. I helped Dixie stand up, allowing the circulation to return to her arms and legs.
“Now, I need you to do the same thing for me,” I said. “Can you do that for me, Dixie?”
“Yes, sir. Of course,” she replied obediently.
I stripped down. Dixie dutifully helped fold and hang my clothes neatly inside the closet alongside hers. I got into the stocks and she tightened the restraints.
“Tight enough, sir?”
I tested them. They were. “Yes, nice job,” I said. “Now, get the feather and do to me what I did to you.”
Dixie went to the jar and got two feathers. She moved them up and down my body, teasing and torturing me in the most wonderful way. I desperately wanted to cum, but I held back. It was the holding back that would make the orgasm that much more pleasurable.
She touched my feet, then moved up my legs with the feathers. I could feel my balls getting a delightful sensation, as well as my cock, as she gently brushed them. Still, I held back. I refused to cum until it was the right time. She teased my arms, my nipples, and my face. She got very close to my mouth with hers, so close I could feel her breath. She started breathing heavily up and down my torso, teasing my cock with her mouth heat. Still, there was no touching, only sweet torture. I thought I might burst.
“You’re doing well,” I said. “You excel at this.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied. “I aim to please you.”
“Are you ready to suck my cock?” I asked.
“Yes, boss,” she said, smiling. “I would like that very much.”
“Good girl. Now, get down there. Slowly at first,” I said.
Putting down the feathers, she moved in between my legs. My erection had been held at full mast the entire time. When her hot tongue touched the head of my penis, I nearly lost it, but I just grunted. She started licking, slowly at first.
“That’s it,” I said, breathless. “Up and down the shaft. Use your whole tongue. Get it all now.”
Dixie obeyed beautifully, eagerly licking the full length of my shaft. She began deep-throating me, and I struggled against releasing in her mouth. It still wasn’t time.
“The balls. Make sure you lick them too,” I said.
She moved lower without hesitation, and I felt sloppy, wet kisses on my scrotum. Her tongue moved all over, and she took each ball into her mouth, gently sucking one, then the other. It was all I could do not to explode.
“That’s good,” I said, gasping. “That’s very good. Now, put my whole cock in your mouth. As much as you can.”
She did as I asked and gagged a bit. The feeling was amazing.
“Dixie,” I said, almost at the verge. “Are you a virgin?”
“Mhm,” she said, my penis down her throat.
At that moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I let out a long, satisfying grunt as my load exploded down her throat. She gagged a bit but used her lips to hold back the mess. I could feel her swallowing my seed as I erupted in additional aftershocks of orgasm. The release had been mind-blowing. It was the perfect blowjob, even though she was a virgin.
And she swallowed it all. Every drop.
“Uh, good job,” I said. “So good. I can tell that you’re going to be a good, submissive pet for me.”
She leaned her head up to make eye contact, swallowing the rest of my cum. A little bit of white dribble dripped out of her mouth as she smiled.
“Will I? I’m so glad, sir,” she said. “I want to be your good little pet. Whatever you want to do to me, I want you to do.”
“Perhaps it’s about time you lost that virginity,” I said. “You think you’re ready?”
“Yes, boss!” She smiled excitedly. “I would like that very much.”
“Very good,” I said. “But not tonight. We have a lot of work to do in the morning, and we already covered so much ground this evening. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, boss.”
“Let’s call it a night,” I said. “You were a very good girl, Dixie.”
“Thank you, Mr. Lamb.”
We got dressed and went back upstairs. I escorted her to her guest room, and she dutifully went inside. She didn’t come out after that. It was like she would wait patiently for me whenever I asked, just like a perfect pet.
By the time my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. I had never slept so soundly so quickly, but I didn’t sleep through the night. Sometime around 2AM, I heard a noise. I realized that Dixie was yelling and screaming. Rushing out into the hall, I could hear it was coming from her room. I opened the door.
“Dixie? What’s wrong?” I asked.
She was still in bed, writhing and screaming. I thought she was going to hurt herself. I sat down at the edge of the bed and took her by the arms.
“Dixie? Can you hear me? Dixie?”
“What? Oh. Mr. Lamb,” she said, coming out of her sleep. She immediately hugged me. “I was having such a terrible nightmare!”
“Oh, now. There, there,” I said. “It’s just a dream.”
“I’m so sorry I woke you up.”
“What was the dream about?”
“I’m not sure. Oh, this is so rude of me. I’m a guest in your home and I wake you up in the middle of the night.”
“Now, now, it’s not your fault. Do you remember anything from your dream?”
She thought about it, but whether she was too sleepy to remember or too embarrassed about the contents of the dream… I couldn’t tell. I definitely got the sense she was hiding something, though. This was something I didn’t normally deal with. When I acquired a new pet, secrets were usually not kept. More often than not, my pets were so forthcoming that they eventually spilled the beans of anything and everything.
Then again, the air of mystery was appealing. Let her have her secrets. I would figure things out in due time.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she said, blushing. “Forgive me, Mr. Lamb.”
“Think nothing of it,” I said. “You’re my guest. I will protect you, even from the bad dreams.”
“You’ll protect me from the bad dreams? How?”
I slipped under the covers with her and held her tight.
“How’s this?”
“This is nice,” she said warmly. “I feel very protected now.”
“Good.” I smiled. “Go to sleep, then.”
“Good night, sir.”
“Good night, Dixie.”
This was something I never did: Actually sleep in
the same bed as one of my pets. But Dixie was unusual, or maybe it was the unusual circumstances that had put us together. It wasn’t just that she craved my strong hand; she also needed it. She seemed to ache for it.
Very few people took to the lifestyle as quickly as Dixie had. Sometimes, I had to groom a new pet for months before she’d let me put her in restraints. Other times, the pets would bristle under my stern leadership. I would chalk that up to a fundamental misunderstanding of the relationship; you genuinely had to love being a submissive to enjoy the lifestyle.
It didn’t hurt that Dixie was young and impressionable. No doubt her boyfriend had tried to live out a more traditional relationship, with disastrous results. People like Dixie needed a strong hand; to guide them was to give them a sense of purpose and security.
I took quite the chance exposing Dixie to my lifestyle. Had she reacted badly, HR would’ve had a field day with me. I could sense right away that she wasn’t expecting some kind of vanilla sexual experience, which was good, as those days were far behind me. As I had accumulated my wealth, my tastes for sex had evolved. You add a pair of handcuffs here, some straps for the bed there, and the next thing you know, the lifestyle is in your basement with all sort of accoutrements.
It was exciting to use them all again. Through Dixie’s eyes, these were all new boundaries to explore, and then surpass. How far would Dixie go? We weren’t just testing the waters of a relationship but testing our sexual limits. But how can you know them if you don’t push the limits?
I put my arms around her and closed my eyes. The warmth and comfort of the bed quickly brought sleep again. I dreamed of the next day and planned what I might do to her.
Chapter Eleven - Dixie
When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed. I had never slept so peacefully as I had when Julius came and spent the night with me. I felt so warm and protected.
Out of force of habit, I checked my phone. I had a ridiculous amount of texts; Shawn had been texting for hours, demanding to know my whereabouts. He bounced back and forth between concerned and mildly threatening to outright demands. The last thing I needed was to have him call the cops and have the cops track me down here. Although I was pretty sure he had no way of even guessing where I was, I didn’t want to take the chance. I’d be horribly embarrassed if the police showed up to Mr. Lamb’s mansion looking for me. Then again, I’d probably have a great punishment afterwards, so… No, I couldn’t do that to my boss. I decided to text Shawn back.