Steven was sitting at the desk in the corner. He turned and smiled at me as he shut his lap top. "So, what are we doing today, doc?"
"I'm not sure how comfortable you'll be with it. However, your wife seems to think you are more than ready for this step," I told him, leaning back against the door.
"Hit me with it." Pushing in the chair to the desk, Steven stood and tucked his hands in his pockets.
"She'd like to use a strap-on — on you." I waited. I'd seen just about every reaction before so I waited for his.
"I'm listening. I don't want to say that I'm excited, but I'm not completely put off by the idea either." He shrugged. "I suppose what I mean is, I'll try it. Why not? I can always change my mind, right?"
"Exactly. Try everything once is my motto." I laughed softly. "Let me go help get your wife ready and then we will have you come in."
He nodded and I made my way back to Julie. She had already figured out how to get the thick, black straps on and had a wide, hard, rubber penis hanging in front of her thighs.
"Looks sexy, right? I think so anyway. I bet he will too." Julie bit her lip in obvious excitement as she let her hand slide up and down the appendage.
"Can you wait in the bathroom just for a moment while I get Steven in here and ready?" I asked, but turned my back without waiting for an answer.
Across the hall, Steven had already shed his shirt and jeans and was waiting in only his white briefs. Again, not my favorite sight, but I'd seen worse. Quickly ushering him across the hall and onto the bed, I had him relaxed against the pillow just as Julie opened the door and sauntered into the room with nothing on but the strap-on.
"Oh wow. Jumping right in." Steven took a couple of deep breaths before nodding at his wife. "Let's do this, baby."
"It would actually be better if you exchanged some foreplay first — you know, get the motors revving and ready before you jump right into that. It'll help make it easier and less painful." I stepped up to the bed just as Julie climbed on the other side to lounge next to her husband.
"It's going to hurt?" Steven's head snapped up to look at me.
"A bit. The more foreplay and lube used, the less it'll hurt. It will feel uncomfortable until you get used to it." I reassured him.
"Have you done it?" he asked.
My least favorite question. While I would help with just about any situation my clients had, I didn't like including my personal experiences and preferences.
Smiling, I gave a one-shoulder shrug. "I don't like to share my personal stuff. Sorry." I had experienced being fucked by a woman and a man and it was pleasurable both times, but it was completely none of their business. "Just know that any time you want to stop, just say the word. Talk it out with your wife. Breathe through any discomfort. I am here to make sure everything goes smoothly so be as free and open as you can. And you can be as vocal as you'd like, it won't bother me."
"Yes, of course doc." Steven nodded rapidly.
I stepped back from the bed and let them get started kissing and fondling. Although my eyes never left the bed, my mind wandered to Alix and what it would be like to get my dick in her. I wondered if she'd ever had it up the ass or if she'd let me show her the ways of that if she hadn't.
Moaning from the couple in front of me snapped me out of my musings. Both looked to be ready to move to the fun part. They had even removed Steven’s briefs while I was lost in thought. Quietly pulling on rubber gloves as protection, I stepped up next to the bed with a bottle of lube from the nightstand.
“You ready?” I quietly asked, leaning my hip against the bed to get their attention.
“Yes, God, yes,” Julie mewled as she rutted the rubber penis against her husband’s dark pink, dripping one.
They had already gotten themselves situated with Julie on top of Steven so I popped open the top of the container. “Let’s get you all lubed up, Julie.”
She sat back on her haunches and thrust the penis at me. I held the bottle clear of the appendage and let a few drops fall on it. When she continued to stare at me, expecting me to do more, I shook my head and dripped a bit more on it.
“You smooth it in. Get it ready for Steven,” I told her. As she took her penis in hand and stroked it, I looked to Steven. “Spread your thighs as far as you comfortably can.”
He cleared his throat uncomfortably, but did as I asked. I let a few drops of the lube drip down the path between his balls and puckered hole. Before I could say anything else, Julie was there, rubbing it in and slowly pressing the tip of one of her fingers past the squeezing muscle.
“I know how to do this part. He likes it when I play with his ass. Don’t you baby?” She confidently slid her finger in farther and farther before picking up a slow rhythm of press and slide.
“Excellent. Now gently add another finger. Keep the same rhythm.” I told her. Slowly I talked her through adding another finger then changing her fingers out for the slicked-up dildo attached to her hips. Her large hips and rounded belly made it hard for her to get the angle right for the dildo though, which is what I had suspected was going to happen. Steven wasn’t in any better position to help, so I reached forward and helped her line up with his tight rosette until she managed to get the head to enter him.
As soon as I could, I got my hand out from between their bodies and stepped back from the bed. They didn’t need much guidance from that point so I removed my gloves and stood back to wait until they finished. It was rare that I had to “help” in that manner, and for that I was thankful. While I didn’t mind watching and instructing, I didn’t find pleasure in being an assistant to another like that. It made the dominant side of me want to come out and take over the situation when it wasn’t my place.
I did have to help one final time when I instructed Julie to jerk her husband off while she was thrusting into his ass. Once she did that, they were both spent minutes later. After making sure the dildo was safely extracted and there wasn’t any bleeding from Steven that I could see, I left the satiated couple to enjoy their afterglow.
Chapter 9
Alix
It seemed like every second lasted minutes as the days passed, but finally it was Wednesday and I would be seeing Master J again. To say I was looking forward to it was an understatement of epic proportions. Besides, I hadn't seen John — yes, I finally had his name — since the incredibly awkward run in on Monday when I'd been with Jennifer.
She had cornered me so we could compare notes about the party. It had taken a lot not to tell her that I'd been back for a one-on-one session, but I knew she'd never leave me alone if I let that tasty little tidbit get out. I had mistakenly said that I was anxious to get home so that I could text someone. She wouldn't let me go until I'd finally admitted it was a man whom I'd had a date with the night before. She'd been in the process of trying to pry more details out of me when we'd stumbled upon John in the hallway outside of my event.
He hadn't uttered one word, but his eyes spoke volumes and his body was just as potent up-close. He'd practically ignored Jennifer until she started trying to get her greedy little claws into him. Jealousy had sparked within me at that; then again, I'd never really said a word to the man so he wasn't even close to being mine and I had no grounds for the feeling.
She'd stood in the hallway after I rushed away in an embarrassed mess. I think she tried to embarrass me on purpose, and really the last person in the world I wanted her to be telling about my so-called date was the man I frequently dreamed about. Although ever since Saturday night with Master J, my dreams had been split between that nameless, faceless man and the sexy man I'd been watching for months.
It was my turn to try to pry information out of Jennifer. I wanted to know everything she knew about John. I'd about fainted when she'd said his name. She had known his name all along and I'd finally learned it. I had a name to call out as my orgasm rushed over me at night in bed, in my shower in the morning or in the afternoon during my lunch break.
My addiction was getting out of
control, I knew it. Every day I was sucked further into it's grip no matter how much I tried to fight it. I was tempted to get back online and try to talk to someone there, but I'd been too busy to make time to tear open the closet filled with skeletons. I vowed that on my next day off I would make the time. I'd set everything aside and talk to someone even if it made me uncomfortable. However, that wasn't always so easy, seeing as I was a salaried employee for the hotel. I often worked after-hours at events or I'd have to come back hours later for a function. A full day off was rare. When I did actually get one, I had so much stuff left to do that I'd barely stop all day trying to get caught up.
When my normal office hours were over, I all too happily gathered my purse and threw a wave to Jennifer before quickly making my way to my car. I didn't have time to mess around. Speeding a bit, I rushed to get home so I could shower, do my hair, shave, and dress in clean stockings, garter belt and another pair of my favorite lacy panty-bra sets. Standing in just my undergarments, I stared down my closet. I didn't have much in there that fell under “sexy” but I wanted to look good for Master J — not that he would see me fully dressed. Thankfully I had a slight addiction to fancy panties and sexy underthings. I suppose that only fed my sex addiction, but I wanted to feel pretty even if I was the only one who would see them.
Finally, I selected a button-up blouse and a knee-length skirt. That was another thing that I needed to make time for. Shopping for sexier, non-work clothes. Slipping on my four-inch heels, I grabbed my purse and sent a quick text to Master J letting him know I was coming to him.
At the club, I was greeted by a woman at the desk; she looked familiar, but I couldn’t say if she was the same one as either of my previous visits or not. I was again escorted to the room I was to enter and let into a small dressing room. There was no note awaiting me, so I stripped off my skirt and blouse before stepping through the door.
Remembering my instructions from the first time, I kneeled in the middle of the room with my head down. And just like the first time, moments after I was settled, he joined me.
"Mmm, Precious, how fast you learn." Master J's British accent washed over me, causing me to shiver in pleasure.
"Yes, sir," I responded with a slight smile, keeping my head down.
"You look absolutely mouthwatering, but you, my little tease, will not get what you are begging me for." His beautiful, shiny shoes stepped into my view at the same time his unique scent washed over me.
"I'm not begging for anything, sir. I just wanted to look pretty for you," I said honestly. Not that I would complain if he wanted to go there, but he'd already said I wasn't going to be getting sex from him.
"Very well. I do not mind looking at you wearing a garter belt and hose. They are my favorite things to see on a beautiful woman. Now for the blindfold." His large hands brushed my hair back over my shoulders before tying the silky fabric over my eyes.
It didn't frighten me as it had the first time. I was ready for anything he wanted to show me.
"Stand," his deep voice demanded.
I moved to quickly comply and stood on my heels, keeping my head down.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath but I was still able to catch it.
Tugging my lower lip between my teeth, I fought not to smile at the unintentional compliment.
"Arms up," he spoke from behind me. I hadn't heard him move and jumped at his voice coming from a different direction than expected.
After I raised up one arm and then the other, he wrapped fabric around both wrists, binding them together. It wasn't nearly as loose as it had been the first time, but still loose enough I could've probably pulled my wrists from it if I really wanted to.
“You remember your safe word?”
I nodded. “Yes. Edge.”
"Good. Now walk." His large, hot hand came to rest on my lower back as he directed me. I slowly put one foot in front of the other until he told me to stop.
I could feel something close in front of me, but I wasn't sure if it was the wall or something else.
"Since you did so excellently with the crop last time, I thought we might start with something a little bit tougher than that. Okay?" he asked, surprising me.
"Yes, sir." I knew then that it must be the wall or at least something for me to lean against should I need to. I bent my arms, letting my hands fall behind my head. I didn't have anywhere else to let them go unless I wanted to completely lower my arms and I knew that wouldn't make him happy.
"Did I tell you to lower your arms?" his voice snapped at me.
My arms straightened immediately. "No, sir."
"Then why did you lower them?" he asked.
I could feel him walking behind me, back and forth, as he waited for my answer. I shrugged helplessly. "I'm not sure. I guess I figured you weren't looking and I could use the break from my burning shoulders."
"I know your shoulders are hurting. The only way to make them not hurt so quickly is to condition them. Short periods of time, which is what we are doing here. Do you really trust me so little, Precious?" His fingers brushed along my neck before dragging across the nape as he pushed all of my hair over one shoulder.
"I'm sorry, sir." I had no idea why I'd lowered them. My shoulders didn't hurt that bad. Sure, they burned a little bit, but nothing I couldn't endure for a bit longer. Hanging my head between my shoulders, I'd realized that I had been looking forward instead of down as I knew he expected of me.
"You can lift your head. Being submissive isn't about studying your shoes and letting other see your hair. You should be proud to be submissive, that you are strong enough to hand over your control to your master. Keep your shoulders up, your head up. Simply avert your eyes. Let everyone see how beautiful you are, but only I am to be graced with your eyes when I ask. Don't bow over and shy away like other submissives. That doesn't make you look any better or show that you are more submissive than the next, it only makes you look like a broken soul who is just asking for someone to stomp on you." Master J's finger hooked under my chin, raising my head back up.
"I'll try my best to remember, Master," I murmured. I was used to shying away, hiding away who I was from everyone. It would take practice for me to do as he said, but I would try.
"Now I am going to hook your arms over your head to keep them there. If you behave and are a good girl, this won't take long and your shoulders won't get too sore. If you disobey me, then we will keep starting over and it'll take longer. Understand?" As he talked, he guided the tie on my wrists up high enough that I had to lift onto my toes. When his warm hands left my wrists, I was unable to put my feet solidly on the ground, but was still supported enough to not feel like I was going to fall.
"Yes, sir." I wiggled a bit to make sure I wasn't going to fall.
"For that, you'll get a couple extra. I will see to your safety, including you accidentally falling. Trust in me." Anger was clear in his voice even as he moved farther away from me. When his footsteps returned, I swallowed hard in anticipation of what was coming.
Silence descended for longer than I was comfortable with. I wanted to say something to fill it, but knew it would only get me in more trouble as I hadn't been spoken to first. Finally, I felt something that felt like loose leather straps tracing along my back.
"We are going to try flogging tonight. Have you been flogged before?" Master J questioned even as the tickling feeling on my back continued.
"No, sir. I don't think so. It tickles. Is it supposed to tickle?" My skin jumped as it tried to get away from the sensation, completely outside of my control.
"It won't tickle once I get started. I just wanted you to know what it was that was happening." The light, teasing sensation was gone as I heard him step away from me again. However, the firm, burning one that slapped against my ass was not what I had expected to come after the tickling. After another couple of harsh, loud slaps against my ass, a different sensation started on my right shoulder blade. This time the slap against my skin came more rapidly and didn
't have quite the same harsh sting to it, although it burned in a different way.
The flogger was brought down in a rapid succession, falling on one shoulder then the other before moving back to the first. The longer it went on, the more it hurt, the more intense it felt. The flogger moved all along my back before moving back up again, each stinging, burning pain harder and more intense than the one before it.
Just when I thought I would have to give in and cry out from the pain, it completely stopped.
"That was just warming you up," Master J whispered in my ear.
Again, his footsteps grew farther away before returning.
"This will be much more intense and painful. You can handle it. If you can't, you know your safe word."
Something hard and cold rubbed underneath my ass cheeks. I swallowed before responding with a quivering voice. "Yes, sir. Edge."
"Exactly. You'll be getting five of these. Four for doubting me. One because you are a little pain slut." Again the rubbing of the cold, hard, slim object, as if warning me of what was to come.
"P..pain slut?" I stuttered. I didn't know what the object was, but it made me nervous and the term he'd labeled me with didn't feel good either.
"That means you enjoy pain, Precious," he clarified.
It wasn't a question and I didn't want to expand on why pain didn't bother me. I did enjoy it, but I wasn't always that way.
"Do you know what this is?" He tapped my ass with the same object he'd been teasing me with.
"No, sir." I shuddered.
"It's a cane. It's a slim piece of bamboo. It hurts like hell. This will be the one and only time I use it unless you directly ask for it." Another soft tap on the ass.
"Yes, sir." Fear filled me, but still I tried to hold as still as I could.
"Count for me," he said, moments before a loud crack sounded and pain shot up my back and down my legs with a fire straight across my ass where the cane had landed.
"One, sir," I cried as my eyes filled with tears.
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