Krista grinned at the man and ground her body against his, trapping his hand against her lower stomach. She leaned into his body, putting her mouth next to his ear. “Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispered. “Maybe I want someone else to be in control.”
The man stepped back and released her, his hips swaying to the beat as he chuckled. “What’s your name?” he asked.
She looked him up and down, liking what she saw. The man was tall, about 6’4” with short brown hair styled in that semi messy way that was so popular for guys. His dark green eyes were inviting as he smiled at her. A wide chiseled chest tapered into a narrow waist and his biceps were nearly as big as her thighs.
Perusal complete, she answered him. “Krista,” she replied. “Yours?”
The man looked at her as a lion stalks its prey. It couldn’t be the same girl Damien had told him about. This girl was hunting for a Dom and the girl Damien had described was practically a virgin. “I’m Tyler,” he said, dropping his voice and leaning in close enough to whisper in her ear, “but if you are really hoping to give up control, you can come to my private room and call me Master.”
“What would I have to do?” Krista asked leaning back so she could look in his eyes.
“Nothing that you didn’t really want to do,” he said. “There’s a safe word. If you say it, everything stops.”
Krista thought about what she had said earlier and decided she really meant it. She was tired of trying to conform to society’s view of normal. “Okay,” she said, stepping back. “I just have to tell my friend.”
“She can join us if she wants,” he said, grinning again.
Krista laughed. “She’s not that kind of friend, but nice try.”
Tyler found himself chuckling again. “I just meant in case you wanted someone there to supervise, seeing as how we just met and all.”
Krista shook her head. “I’ve played it safe almost my entire life,” she said. “The few times I didn’t were some of the most wonderfully intense experiences, I’ve ever had. Do with me what you will. My safe word is lance.”
Krista walked over to where Hannah was dancing to explain what was going on.
“Fuck!” Tyler said to himself, when Krista was out of earshot. This was Damien’s Krista. It was too late to back out now and even if he did, someone else would take his place, someone who might not be as careful with her as he would. His only choice was to take care of her now and call Damien in the morning when he might be sober enough to actually answer his phone. He was going to have to play this very carefully.
Chapter 6
Krista gasped as she followed Tyler into the private room. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but the room looked like a sex exhibit at a museum. Krista walked around the large room, trying to take it all in. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of sex-related paraphernalia all carefully labeled with name, function and various uses. Vibrators, anal stimulators, whips, handcuffs, and various other items decorated the room on shelves along the outer wall. Various wooden and leather contraptions were assembled on the floor space around the room. For the life of her, Krista couldn’t figure out what most of them were for.
Tyler came up behind her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders and kissing the back of her head. The action reminded her of the way Damien had approached her in the hallway and she resolved to put him out of her mind. Her focus should only be on Tyler.
“The room functions like the mini bar in a hotel suite,” he said. “Whatever you use gets charged to your credit card.”
“I was wondering how it all worked,” Krista said.
Tyler scooped Krista into his arms, carrying her towards the bed.
“I don’t think we could possibly try them all tonight, but I’ll do what I can,” Tyler said with a grin.
“That’s not what I meant,” she replied, blushing.
Tyler carefully placed Krista on her feet in front of the bed and kissed her, teasing her lips with teeth and tongue. She rose on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. With one kiss, he unleashed a floodgate within her. She poured her frustration over the last few months into the kiss. Her hunger, her need, her secret desires - she gave it all, relishing the mastery of his mouth against hers.
Tyler broke away and pulled her shirt over her head as deft fingers released the catch on her bra. Before she could do little more than blink, she was naked from the waist up.
Tyler dipped his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth as Krista tangled her fingers in his hair. He bit down on her flesh, tearing a cry from her throat. As quickly as the pain had started it stopped as he soothed it with his tongue. When he moved to her other breast, Krista saw a perfect imprint of his teeth surrounding her nipple, like a decoration. After repeating on the other side, he leaned back, taking a moment to view his handiwork.
Tyler was trying to take things slow, because he didn’t want to scare her. He’d already established that she liked a little pain with her sex. It was time for a real test, something that would show how far down the rabbit hole she was willing to go.
“You are beautiful,” he said, “but untrained. I would be a poor Master if I didn’t instruct you properly. Lesson number one – from now on, you must answer every command by saying ‘Yes, Master or Yes, Sir,’ Is that clear?” he asked.
Krista nodded and whispered, “Yes, Master.”
“Good,” he said. “Now take off your skirt and anything you are wearing underneath.”
“Just like that” she asked.
Tyler didn’t respond. He just looked at her.
“I mean yes, Master,” she said, reaching behind her back to pull the string that would release the skirt.
“That one is free,” he said. “But the next time you question my judgment, I will punish you.”
Krista’s breath caught in her throat and she wondered exactly what that meant.
“Punish me how, Master,” she asked as she shimmied the skirt down her thighs, leaving it to fall in a heap at her feet. She stepped out of it and picked it up, laying it on one of the shelves so it wouldn’t wrinkle. Tyler grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly against his chest. His voice took on a low, ominous tone as he spoke softly, slowly, dragging out each sentence.
“There are all sorts of punishments for naughty girls,” he said. “Maybe I will turn you over my knee and whip you with a paddle. Maybe I’ll push you to your knees and make you suck my cock while I spank you with a flogger. If you are really naughty, I may tie you up, work your body until just before you come and then stop, over and over and over until you can’t even think anymore.”
Krista shivered, not knowing if it was from fear or excitement. She’d felt the heat between her legs rising with each word he’d said. She was having a hard time deciding to be good when the punishments all sounded so interesting. “What if I say no, Master?” she asked out of curiosity, looking up into his eyes.
“That word doesn’t exist for you within these walls. You can say it. But it won’t do you any good. I’m in charge here and I say what happens. That’s what it really means to give up the control you spoke of. It means you’re entirely in my hands and you have no will, no choice. You do what I say, when I say it, and trust in me to bring you the pleasure you seek.”
“Unless I say my safe word?” she asked.
“Then everything stops and you return to the safety and tedium that drove you to escape into my world,” Tyler said.
Krista took a deep breath and pushed away her fear as she exhaled. It was hard to admit, but she wanted this, maybe even needed it.
“I understand,” she said.
“Lesson number two,” Tyler said. “Every time you address me, in any way, you will call me Master or Sir. There is a reason why I am Master here and it isn’t because I get off on the idea of dominating women. It’s because I’m strong enough to push you past your comfort zone, to teach your body about the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain, to force you to accept the
things about yourself from which you would hide, and to unleash your base desires, the scary ones that call to you from your subconscious.”
As Tyler talked, he scraped his nails down her naked back, still holding her tightly against him. Krista felt herself getting wetter, moisture collecting on her panties.
“Yes, Master,” she breathed. She ran a hand down his chest, wishing he was as naked as she was, wanting to feel his bare chest beneath her fingers. With great effort, she pulled away from him and pushed her panties down her thighs, exposing herself to his heavy gaze. She could feel his eyes on her as she pushed them to the floor and a feeling of vulnerability engulfed her.
For a long moment, Tyler just looked at her. She was stunning. Long, light brown hair brushed her back. High, rounded breasts with pink upturned nipples and curvy hips filled his eyes. Her body was perfect, but it was nothing compared to her face. She had light, grayish blue eyes that tilted up at the corners and a cute little nose. He knew she had a full, bow-shaped mouth, but she had sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and was biting down on it. She looked up at him, waiting, hands clenched tightly with what he could only assume was apprehension.
“Don’t move,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
Tyler left to peruse the shelves, looking for a few things to get them started. He picked up a pair of adjustable nipple clamps with a chain running between them. These were perfect and would adorn her body like jewels. He also picked up a small vibrating anal plug, a suede leather flogger and two sets of restraints.
Krista watched him move around the room, picking up things here and there. She didn’t think she could stand it as he strolled along, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she stood here - stark naked. It was hard to see what he was picking up, but knowing that it was meant for her made her nervous.
He returned after a few minutes with several items which he laid on the bed. He picked up the nipple clamps, and sat down on the edge.
“Come here,” he said.
“Yes Master,” she said as she walked slowly over to stand in front of him.
He reached out and grabbed one of her glorious breasts, sucking the nipple into his mouth. With a gasp, Krista reveled in the feel of his mouth, sucking, biting and licking at her breast. Her nipple hardened and he pulled away, clamping it. He gradually increased the pressure of the clamp until Krista cried out in pain. He lowered the pressure marginally and rubbed a hand against her clit, mingling the pain with pleasure. He then repeated the entire process for her other breast.
By the time he had finished, Krista was fully vested in the outcome of the evening. Her breasts ached, but they also seemed to be attached directly to her pussy in an inverse relationship. It seemed like the more they hurt, the wetter her pussy became. “Please, Master,” she said. “A little harder.”
Tyler chuckled. Despite her newness, she was instinctive and naturally inclined to walk the razor edge of pleasure and pain. He increased the pressure of one clamp and Krista squeezed her thighs together around his hand, letting her head fall back in pleasure. A small moan escaped her mouth as Tyler increased the pressure on the other clamp.
“How do you feel,” he asked her running his fingernail along the edge of her abdomen, sending shivers down her spine and ripples of pleasure through her as the clamps jiggled on her breasts.
“It hurts,” she said. “At least at first anyway. Then it changes.” She did not know how to describe the feelings within her body. She hadn’t talked about her pussy or breasts before to anyone other than her gynecologist. This was completely different.
Tyler gave a small tug on the chain connecting her breasts and Krista cried out in pain, even as her pussy cream began to run down her thigh. “Answer me completely,” he said. “And do not fail to address me as Master.”
Krista took a deep breath, blushing prettily as she said, “Yes Master. It hurt at first, then my pussy started to throb. Each time the pain peaks, my pussy clenches tighter. My breasts still ache, Master, but I’m so aroused, I have pussy juice running down my leg.”
“Perfect,” Tyler said, picking up the vibrating anal plug. Quick as lightning, his hand darted out and wrapped around her wrist. Tugging softly, he pulled Krista onto his lap, exposing her rear.
“Have you done anal before?” he asked as he licked his forefinger and slowly inserted it into her anal cavity.
“Yes Master,” she said. “Once.”
“Did you like it,” he asked, working his finger back and forth.
Krista shuddered at the memory, feeling her muscles clench as the nipple clamps rubbed against his pants. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Address me correctly, pet,” Tyler said as he smacked her ass with his other hand.
“Yes, Master,” Krista said, as the sting began to dissolve.
Tyler continued working on Krista’s rear. She was so tight; he knew she wasn’t ready for any serious anal penetration. He worked his finger in and out of her anal cavity, loosening her up. As he gradually minimized her muscle resistance, he pulled her cheeks apart with this other hand. A second finger joined the first, slowly, giving her time to adjust to the new size. He moved them back and forth until he thought she was ready, then slowly pulled them out. The cold plug pushed against her sphincter and with a smooth motion, slid inside her, drawing a startled breath from her lips.
“Very good,” he said, giving her ass a gentle slap before turning the dial that would make the plug vibrate. “You know most women don’t enjoy their first anal experience.”
As the plug began to vibrate inside her, she moaned, enjoying the stimulation.
Her voice shook as she answered, “No, Master. I didn’t know.”
Tyler pushed Krista back a foot or two and stood. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to a large wooden contraption that looked like a big X. With infinite care he attached the restraints to the top and bottom of each side. When he finished, he tugged playfully on the clamp chain, turning her around to face the rack.
Krista gasped at the sensation and wondered what this contraption was supposed to do. She had so many questions, but he seemed not to notice as he pulled one of her wrists up and attached it to the restraint with a secure knot. He repeated the process for her ankle. As he finished, he lifted his head and bit her on the cheek of her ass. Her anal muscles clenched tightly on the plug and she cried out in surprise.
“Spread your legs, Krista,” he said. “Match your body to the X.”
Krista slid her legs apart, reaching out with her free hand to grab the wooden device to steady her balance.
Tyler restrained the other half of Krista’s body, first her wrist, then her ankle. He slid two fingers into her pussy from behind as he stood forcing a moan to escape from her mouth. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, reached up and put them against her lips.
“Taste yourself,” he said. Krista balked at the idea, but couldn’t pull away. Tyler felt her resistance and swatted her ass. “What did I tell you about the word no?” he asked. “I am Master here and you will do as I tell you.” He pushed his fingers inside her mouth.
Krista was surprised to find that the taste was not unpleasant. She was still a little weirded out to be licking her body’s juices off his fingers, but it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. She used her tongue to clean his fingers, wrapping it around each one and stroking the length up and down.
When she had sucked his fingers clean, he pulled them from her mouth and snatched the flogger from the floor. He was going to enjoy introducing Krista to the pleasure of punishment. It had to be done carefully, though. Tyler was well aware that many Doms ruined this opportunity, too obsessed with their need for power to properly train their subs to equate the pain with pleasure. Krista was a treasure and failing to train her perfectly from the start would be a sin.
Tyler grabbed a chair, placed it next to Krista’s leg and sat with one leg on each side of hers. He ran the flogger down her back, barely touching her with it. Her sk
in pebbled with goose bumps and she shivered in expectation. With a flick of his wrist, the strands of suede landed against the supple flesh of Krista’s ass with a soft thwap.
Krista gasped as she felt the flogger smack against her ass with a sting. But when Tyler began rubbing her clit, her gasp turned into a moan and she pushed against his hand relishing the pleasure. Just as the pressure started to build, he pulled his fingers away. Again the flogger landed against her skin, harder this time and she felt the answering touch of his fingers. He moved his fingers against her, building the pressure higher and higher.
For half an hour, he continued until Krista didn’t even think of the pain, only the touch of his fingers on her clit. She had given up any pretense of modesty and began begging for release after about ten minutes as Tyler worked her body. Pussy juice ran down her legs all the way to her ankles and she thought she would die if she didn’t come soon.
“Please, Master,” she begged. “Please, please, please. I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come.”
Tyler drew back the flogger and began smacking it against her ass, over and over and over again. He shoved two fingers inside her while twiddling his thumb back and forth over her clit. This time, he didn’t pull away. He pressed hard against her clit with his thumb, knowing that the vibrating plug in her ass, his fingers in her pussy and his thumb on her clit would send her over the edge, no matter how hard he spanked her.
“Come now, Krista,” he said. “Let me feel your pussy convulse around my fingers.”
That was all it took to send Krista over the edge. It didn’t matter that he continued to whip her as she convulsed. It didn’t matter that six months ago she would have been mortified to be in such a position. It didn’t even matter that she had met this man tonight and that they were still in a club where people danced and drank on the other side of the wall. Krista’s orgasm was beyond intense. Her legs gave way and she sagged against her bonds, sweaty and satiated.
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