by Kris Cook
“Aye, Master Reed. ‘Tis time to chain this comely maiden to the pillory for the Master.”
Reed cupped my chin. “Thou are very pretty, dear lady. How fare thee?”
I remembered the way my sister addressed the people at the festivals I’d attended with her. “Good Sir, my state is of little consequence. My Lord has commanded me here. By his permission, I am trusted into your care. Such, indeed, by his order, will we both bend to his will.”
I was proud at my attempt to sound authentic in the dungeon. When I looked at the two men smiling broadly, I knew I had more than succeeded.
“Come hither, my lady.” Reed held out his hand, and I took it.
He guided me to the pillory.
Kane lifted the top piece of the stocks.
Reed nodded.
I bent over and placed my head and hands in the correct places. Since my dress was so short and I wasn’t wearing panties, I instantly realized that at least part of my ass was exposed to the brothers. Though being in such a position unhinged me, I also felt inflamed and more than a little excited.
Reed attached some leather cuffs that were chained to the floor to my ankles. “Hark now, the dungeon master approaches.”
Normally, such a masquerade would’ve seemed comical to me, but not now, not tonight. As the clang of footsteps echoed off the walls behind me, I lost myself to the illusion. No longer was I a modern woman working on her thesis. Instead, the magic of Lex’s club had changed me into a maiden in a dungeon about to pay for some infraction or crime of mine.
“Good eve, my Lord,” the brothers said in unison.
“Good eve, gentlemen.” The voice sounded different yet familiar.
I knew it had to be Lex. That knowledge got me vibrating like a live wire.
Reed continued with, “The maiden awaits thee yonder, Sir.”
“Thy work is done here, gentlemen.”
Reed answered, “By your leave, My Lord.”
I heard him and Kane exit, leaving me alone with Lex.
He grabbed my chin, causing me to gasp.
“Look at me, Mia.”
“Yes, Sir.” I stared up at my punisher. A leather mask hid most of his face, save his eyes and mouth. Thankfully, the blue eyes gazing back at me were the giveaway. This was the man I’d hoped to see.
He was shirtless, exposing his eight-pack abs. His leather pants were tight, giving me a clear view of the outline of his cock. Even his boots, also black leather, complimented his sheer masculine air.
“Sub, are you ready to receive punishment?”
My eyes felt as big as saucers. “Yes, Master. I’m ready.”
“No, you are not. This dress impedes me.” His tone was low and threatening.
He walked behind me. In a split second, he ripped the dress off of me, shredding it into a worthless heap of fabric. “Better,” he growled.
The air hit my naked skin, and I felt gooseflesh pop up everywhere.
“Now, to your punishment, little sub.” I heard him walk over to one of the tables. “This paddle will work just fine on your pretty ass. Tonight, I want you to hold back your cries and your tears for as long as you can, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I wondered why he would have me do that, but of course, I didn’t ask.
As if he had read my mind, Lex added, “By holding back, I’ll be able to reach those last bastions of resistance inside you. With my help, they will crumble to dust. I want your full surrender, and tonight, you will give it to me.”
He rubbed the paddled against my ass.
“Get intimate with it, sub. Tell me how it feels.”
“Cold. Hard.” I felt my senses opening.
“And?”
“Dangerous.” A thrill went through me.
“Excellent.” His first swing came and landed in the middle of my bottom.
Since my ass still ached from the previous night’s punishments, I chewed on my lip, wanting to obey his command to not cry out from this added sting. It worked, though some tears did well up in my eyes.
“Very good, sub. Very good.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Having my ass tortured by Lex might’ve been considered kinky to most, but for me, being with him this way worked to quiet my mind. There had been no painful past event that had kept my walls up. Instead, my hesitations had always been about my distrust of my own instincts. But Lex knew just what to do to get me out of my head and into a place where I could relax and open up to pleasure.
“We’re not done. You understand that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.
The stinging pain to my ass had me fighting back my tears. Still the burn sent sensations to my nipples and my clit until the ache had me thrashing in the stocks.
Whack. Whack. Whack.
“M-Master,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
My toes curled and my hands became fists. Heat flashed through my body. If I hadn’t been held in place by the pillory, I would’ve fallen from the weakness in my legs.
Lex’s lips feathered across my ear, sending a shiver down my back. “You’re doing great, Mia.”
I felt him rub my ass with his open hand, and my pussy got so very wet.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Can you take more, little sub?”
Could I take more? I wanted so much more. “Yes, Master. More.”
“With my hand now, sweetheart. Count them for me.”
Spank.
“One.” I was trembling from head to toe.
Spank. This one crashed into a different spot on my ass.
“Two.” Dizziness overwhelmed me.
Spank. Spank. Spank.
“Three. Four. F-Five.” My ass was on fire. Lex’s strikes never landed on the same spot twice. Wild sensations grew inside me, and my whirling mind quieted and focused, zeroing in on the orgasm he was building up within me. My pussy clenched and my heart fluttered.
Spank. Spank. Spank.
“S-Six. S-Seven.” I took a deep breath, resisting the urge to cry out. “Eight.”
I was on autopilot, heading into a dreamy subspace. But something kept holding me back.
Spank. Spank.
Though I’d been hesitant to pull my panties down for him at the lecture hall, I knew that from now on, whatever he asked of me, I would do it without holding back.
“Nine...and....”
“Breathe, Mia.”
I obeyed him instantly, sucking in a lungful of air. My shaking didn’t subside, but I was able to say, “Ten.”
“Your ass is a nice, lovely red, sub. Only a few more and we’re done. No more counting. Understand?”
I sighed, having found the last bit of counting next to impossible. “Thank you, Sir.”
“The next round is going to come from a crop with a pinch that is sharp and severe. I know you’ve been fantasizing about tonight all day. Right?”
“Yes, I have.” It was as if he knew me inside and out. Even my most inner thoughts, which were difficult for me to articulate, he knew.
He chuckled, the sound rolling over my skin. “While it’s happening, part of you is going to hate this crop chomping on your flesh. But I know that another part of you will come alive at the same time, something wild and pleasurable. When we’re done, you’ll be dreaming about the next time.”
Though the crop frightened me some, his reassuring words were lulling me more.
In my preparations for my thesis, I’d garnered quite a bit of technical information, including some on subspace. Once he hit my ass with the crop, I’d be taking the steps on the ever-rising hormone ladder of adrenaline and endorphins. It all made sense to me in a clinical, scientific way. But I soon learned that reading about something and really feeling it were two different things entirely.
“Do you trust me, Mia?” he asked.
Did I trust Lex? I shouldn’t. My brain knew it should take longer than a day or two, but my heart and soul had opened up the moment I’d laid eyes on him.
“Yes. I totally trust you.”
“Then get ready for a rush like you’ve never experienced.” Once again, he stroked my ass with his open hand.
“Yes, Sir.” Eagerness and jitters mixed together as I braced for his promised spanking.
Then the first bites of the crop came crashing on my ass.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Like tiny flaming tongues, the pinches came from the crop one after another. The sweltering in my body grew and grew until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Heavy drops fell from my eyes, and I wailed aloud. I’d failed his one request to not cry. Shame burned inside me and held me back from letting go completely.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Then I felt my invisible walls crumble as Lex’s torture slipped me into a delicious trance. My total focus was on pleasing him, surrendering to him, and the most prominent of all was on trusting him. All the worries of my daily life faded into nothingness, and what remained were the sensations whizzing through my body.
Lex stroked my ass, applying cream that took away some of the sting. “Poor baby. You did so good.”
He removed the restraints on my ankles and lifted the top of the stocks. He took me up in his arms, and I melted into him, resting my head against his chest. I could still feel the earlier bites of the paddle and his hand on my ass. My backside throbbed more than it had ever done before.
“I-I’m sorry I-I cried out, Sir.”
“Shh. You did as you were told.”
“But, Sir, you told me not to cry out and I did.”
“I told you to withhold for as long as you could. You did that. I’m proud of you, little sub.”
I could hear his satisfaction. He was pleased with me. It was a balm to my soul. My flesh could throb and ache, but there was a piece of me that simply sighed with pleasure at his tone. “Thank you.”
“Now, time for your massage.” Lex carried me up the stairs and back to the deserted hallway and then to the doorway opposite the one for the stairs. “I’m going to have to lower you, sweetheart. This is one of my private rooms, and I have to unlock the door. You think you can stand for a second while I do that?”
I nodded.
After he placed me on the ground, keeping one arm around me, he put a key in the doorknob and opened the door. Then he whipped me back up into his arms and carried me into the room.
A professional massage table sat in the center of the space. Along one wall were shelves loaded with towels, oils, and more.
Lex placed me on the cushioned table. “Stretch out and put your face in the cradle, sub.”
Though not from a man, I’d had a couple of massages and was familiar with the process. I got into position and waited for his manly hands to rub my tension away.
“I’m going to light some candles, turn on some music, and get the oil warmed up, Mia.”
He started on my feet, which were normally ticklish. Not with him. With his fingers, he worked on every part, including each toe.
“You carry a lot of your tension here, baby.”
As he hit every tiny ball of pressure in my feet, I knew he was right. “I wear high heels sometimes. I bet that has something to do with it, Sir.”
He moved his hands up to my calves. “You’ve sure got the legs for high heels.” His touch made me sigh, and I felt my body relax. “I’m going to finish on your thighs and then I’m going to work on your neck and shoulders. Drift off, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Sir.” I was glad to doze off.
I’m not sure how long he worked on me, but I awoke several times, feeling him kneading out different areas, applying the warm oils. Then I would drift off again.
“God, you’ve got the perfect ass, sub.” He massaged my bottom until my pussy wept.
The more he touched me, the more aroused I became. My whole body began to warm from the oils and his touch.
“I’m going to fuck your gorgeous ass. Have you tried anal before?”
I tensed. “No, Sir.”
“You’re going to tomorrow night. You’ve got to trust me. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I felt him apply some lubricant to my backside entrance, and I yelped.
“Breathe, Mia. You’ve done great.”
I exhaled and felt him fingering my hole and kissing my lower back. “Y-You said tomorrow, right?”
“Lots to teach you, little sub. Yes. I’m going to get you to come with my fingers in your ass. Once you graduate from that, I’ll let you ride my dick. You’re in for one awesome trip, Mia. I promise.”
“Yes, Sir.” I relaxed, and felt his finger pierce me in my virgin bottom. The sting was hot but not unbearable, though I wondered what his massive dick would feel like in my ass.
He plunged his fingers into my ass until I was thrashing on the massage table. My pussy juices dampened the sheet, and I ground my clit into the cushion.
His hand came down on my ass, grabbing my attention immediately. “Did I give you permission to pleasure yourself, subbie?”
I felt the heat fill my cheeks with shame. “No, Sir.”
“That’s my girl. I’m so impressed.” He said with a hint of awe. That he saw me as such thrilled me.
Continuing his in and out finger barrage on my ass, Lex stroked my pussy with his other hand. I pressed my mound into his calluses. He pressed on my clit with his thumb, sending a sea of shivers through me. He parted my wet folds and sent a finger into my channel.
I groaned as his fingers double penetrated me. I fisted the sheet as his torture went on and on, in and out, painfully slow. The friction of his thumb against my tiny bundle of nerves drove me mad with desire.
“Now you can come. Come for me, Mia.”
“Oh God!” I screamed, rocking my hips back and forth into his magical fingers as the sensations built.
“Tomorrow I’m going to be fucking this sweet, tight ass.”
Imagining him plowing me with his thick dick sent me over the edge. Sensations zoomed through me as the orgasm thundered and pulsed inside me until my whole body shook. I couldn’t have remained still even if I’d tried. I yelled his name again and again. Lex had unhinged me and given me another immense climax. I didn’t know if I could ever stand to be without his touch again.
Jan 5th
Diary, I’m afraid that I’m falling fast for Lex. And though I’d like to think he’s falling for me as well, I have to face some hard facts.
Sure, he’s the most awesome lover I’ve ever had, but I question whether a man like him is even capable of truly loving someone. And I certainly have to wonder why he would choose me. If I’m not very careful, my heart is going to rip in two when he moves from me on to his next student of BDSM.
I’m staring at his text right now, trembling. Another set of instructions. I wish I could refuse him, but I just can’t.
I’m to shave my legs and pussy again. Vivian is to drop off another outfit for me later. He’s going to fuck my ass tonight, and that scares me some. His finger stretching me there was one thing, but his dick...? I doubt I’d be able to wrap my fingers around its thickness.
Am I being foolish continuing down this path when I know it’s going to end badly? Of course I am, but I can’t help myself. Lex has made me feel beautiful and sexy. He provides me with something I’ve been unconsciously yearning for. I didn’t really know what I wanted before I heard his low rumble barking orders to me. When I’m with him, everything makes sense. It’s like he’s able to take me to a place with no worry, and he does it by pushing me and pushing me until my fears melt away. This clearly is akin to the trust bond that I’ve read so much about. I do trust Lex. I guess it has something to do with him taking the weight off my shoulders and seeing to my needs in a way no one has ever done before.
Damn it, I should text him back that I’m done and end it with my safe word. That’s the sensible thing to do.
But the truth is, I’m scared. I’m scared to go forward. And I’m even more terrified to take a step back.
****
The worry I wrote about earlier is still inside me, but muted. Though my time with him might only last a little bit longer, I plan on taking whatever he offers. Right or wrong, I want to be with him, really with him, any chance I get. At least he’s agreed to let me interview him. That’s my only chance to really talk to him about how I’m feeling. But I’m jumping ahead, diary. Back to what happened tonight. It was incredible.
I started out the day scared, but something about his texts calmed and relaxed me. Plus, I loved the outfit he chose for me. It was a naughty-schoolgirl outfit with a plaid scarf, plaid skirt, and even a plaid bra. The white oxford shirt gaped a bit due to my large breasts, but I think he knew it would, which thrilled me.
At least, that was what I told myself as I sat in the backseat of the limo fidgeting. Once again, the chauffeur drove through the gates and parked by the side of the club. We waited for at least thirty minutes, but Lex hadn’t arrived. I wondered if he had changed his mind about me. What if the dream of the past few nights had come to an abrupt end? Had he moved on to another? Looking down at my cell and his last instruction, I choked back a tear.
A knock on the glass startled me, and I looked up. The knocker wasn’t Lex. Standing on the other side of the window stood Dr. Vickers. My jaw dropped when I noticed what she was wearing—a latex, lace-up teddy that left little to the imagination. She also had on thigh-high boots, a military style hat, and was carrying a whip. Behind her was a man wearing only white briefs and a leather collar with a chain that hooked to Dr. Vickers’ belt. I’d never seen a Dominatrix in person before now.
I will admit that seeing Dr. Vickers like that was a revelation. A whole lot of things about the woman suddenly made sense. It was something akin to seeing a wild animal finally in its natural habitat.
She opened the door. “Hello, Mia.”
“Umm...hello, Dr. Vickers.”
“Here, call me Mistress Em.”
I smiled. The title fit. Dr. Vickers did seem right for this life. No wonder she’d approved my topic for my thesis.