She Bites (A Paranormal Dark Erotica Series Book 1)

by Banks, Tiffany

  Bella hands her over to me and I grip her arm tight, watching her wince at the sharp pain. I want her to understand that I’m in no mood to be nice. I see a flicker of fear in her eyes, and it gives me a rush of power. This is why I am a Dom, for power. Power over submissive women, or breaking women who are not submissive. I’m angry at her earlier performance, and I’m about to punish her for it. While I know the performance was not of her initiating, she needs to understand that she should do nothing without my personal approval first. I jerk her arm, causing her to lose her balance, and she falls to the floor at my feet. She looks up at me, fear etched on her face, and tears streaming down her cheeks. I feel my cock grow in my tight leather pants, making a visible outline, clear to see. Especially for Celeste, who's face is mere inches from the growing bulge.

  “Celeste,” I say her name. As far as I’m concerned there’s only me and her here. “Do you know who I am?”

  She looks lost and unsure of herself.

  "Of course, Doctor, you are Nathan, my mentor and guardian," she replies, staring at the floor.

  "I am more than that, Celeste. While you are here, I am your Master." I keep my voice firm and uncompromising. This is not an option for her. I am her master, and by the end of this session she will be in no doubt of that.

  "I am going to punish you, Celeste," I inform her. "I am going to hurt you, because you have hurt me. Your blatant display of debauched fornication did not have my approval." I pause for a second or two, letting my words take effect. "While you are here, you will do nothing without my direct permission. You especially do not fuck anyone, unless I say you can."

  I see that she's confused. She thought that I had allowed her previous performance. Nonetheless, I will still punish her because she has hurt me.

  "Tell me, Celeste, why am I punishing you?"

  "I...I...Dr. Clar..." Her stammer has returned.

  My hand flashes out and strikes against her face, cutting short her stuttering reply. She looks shocked that I had struck her. The blow was not hard, but it left a red imprint on her cheek.

  "Tell me, Celeste," I snap at her, not attempting to hide my anger.

  "I'm not to do anything without your gaining your permission first," She dares to say, this time no stuttering.

  "And?" I press her further.

  "I'm not to f- f -f -fuck anyone, unless you tell me to."

  I lash out my hand again, striking her in the same place.

  "Master! You always address me as, Master. Do you understand, slut?"

  "Yes. Yes," she retorts, staring daringly into my eyes. "I understand. Master. I understand."

  She gives me a pleading look. I will not stop here. I must teach her that I have complete control over her. Plus, I'm beginning to enjoy myself and want to see how far I can push her.

  "I am going to punish you now, Celeste. I am going to hurt you, because that is what you deserve. You deserve pain for disobeying your Master." Her head bows to the floor. She mumbles something under her breath. I kneel down to be at her level to hear what she's saying, through her sobs.

  "Hurt me, Master. Please," she begs. "I need punishment for what I've done to you."

  Although her voice is quiet, the look of submission on her face leaves me in no doubt that she wants me to punish her. This is just too fucking delicious.

  I stand, my crotch in line with her face. The bulge in the leather is ever prominent. For a fleeting moment, I consider releasing my cock and pushing it down her willing throat. To tie a plastic bag around her head, let her struggle for breath, and then just as she really begins to panic, I’d poke a hole where her mouth is, let her take one big gulp of air, before stuffing her mouth full of my meat. The moment of weakness passes. It's important I keep self control for this performance. For both my submissive subject here, and for the bastard out there in the Audience, who tried to see to it that I topple. I instruct the dominatrices to come onto the stage

  "Get her ready," I command the two leather clad women.

  Each takes one of Celeste's arms, and drags her up from the floor. She's taken to the chair-like implement, in the middle of the stage. This is no ordinary chair. Across the back, which is in fact its front, are two lengths of wood. They sit parallel to each other, and join with a metal screw at each end. The top bar has metal studs, around 2 inch in length, pointing downwards. At both ends is a small wheel, used to tighten the two bars together. The seat itself has a 6 inch plastic phallus protruding out of the upholstery. Celeste hesitates when she sees the chair. She tries to struggle free, but the two woman know exactly what to do with unwilling subjects. Soon, they have Celeste stripped of her gown. Naked, she stands with her legs forced apart, astride the chair. I step up to her, seeing the uncertainty in her face, I reassure her.

  "You know, I wouldn't do anything that would harm you, Celeste, don't you?"

  She nods her head as her silent reply.

  "Then, you know that what is going to happen to you now is for your own good?"

  Again she nods her head, but this time I need more from her.

  "Speak up, Celeste. I can't hear you."

  "Ye...yes, Ma...ster, I under...st..a.nd."

  "Then sit!"

  Her face drains of color. She's aware of what is just below her, only inches away from her pussy. A large black plastic cock is waiting to impale her.

  "Now, Celeste," I keep any emotions out of my voice, although it's difficult. Seeing Celeste naked and vulnerable like this, is an extreme turn on. And my heart also flies out to calm her insecurities. I want to punish her and wrap her in a fuzzy blanket at the same time.

  She hesitates for just a second longer, before she starts to squat down. Lower and lower she goes, until the tip of the plastic cock penetrates inside of her. For a second, she pauses, before going lower and lower. Soon, she is sat on the seat, with the dildo buried deep inside of her. It slipped in much easier than I expected. Celeste's pussy must be wet. As she sits there, I see a change in her face. No longer strained and uncertain, instead she is serene. A small smile sits on her lips, and a deep burning lights up her eyes. While I watch she begins to move her hips, as she grinds down firmly on the plastic cock. A sudden crack of a whip and a cry of pain from Celeste, snaps me out of my thoughts.

  "Stop, bitch! Bella snarls at Celeste as she threatens her with the short crop in her hand.

  "Wait until the Master commands."

  I move closer and take hold of Celeste's hanging breasts. Squeezing them, I enjoy the feeling as my fingers sink into her soft flesh. Her erect nipples are like bullets pressing into my palms. Celeste arches her back, pushing her soft mounds into my hands. Looking down at her, any doubts I may have with regards to her arousal are dispelled. A smoldering look crosses her face. Still holding onto her breasts, I pull them forward, and lay them onto the lower wooden bar, before releasing them. Taking hold of the two screw clamps at the end, I wind down the upper bar. The metal studs press firmly into her soft fleshy mounds. Celeste watches, almost in fascination, as the bar lowers down onto her breasts. It squeezes them tight. Her bare breasts are completely misshapen. The bar dents each mound. A fleshy part of her tit is forced outside of the bar, turning a purple color as it restricts the blood supply. Her stiff and erect nipples turn a deep red, throbbing sensitively. Bella places nipple clamps on each erect bud, and Celeste cries out in a mixture of pain and lust. The two clamps, joined together by a fine silver chain, bite into Celeste's tits, and the sight it just beautiful. In the middle is a small weight that hangs down and stretches Celeste's nipples even further.

  I walk over to a rack that holds a number of whips and crops. Contemplating for a moment, the best tool for the job, before deciding on a small cat-of-nine-tails. The soft leather straps at the end are not meant to cause damage. In an experienced hand, the repeated use in the same area will cause the subject some pain. I pass the whip to Bella, who looks disappointed at my choice, before she moves behind the bound girl. Celeste is trying to look back, to see wha
t Bella is going to do. The way that she's bound, makes it impossible for her to see. Though, she doesn't have to wait long before she will hear a swish through the air. The crack of the soft leather tails make contact with Celeste's back. She winces as the whip lands. Bella flicks it first one way, and then the other, repeating the process. Already, Celeste's back is starting to redden, with a raised outline where the strap has struck her.

  I bend my head and move closer to Celeste, as Bella inflicts her punishment.

  "What were you thinking, Celeste, when Patrick was fucking you?"

  She says nothing in reply. I look at Bella, indicating that she work it a little harder. Poor Celeste whimpers as the whip strikes her flesh again, this time with fuller force, but she doesn't cry out. It's then that I realize, while Bella is whipping her, Celeste is riding the plastic cock. Each strike seems to spur her on further, and she grinds her hips in sync with the whip strikes.

  "Were you thinking what a big cock he has, Celeste? Was it bigger than the plastic one that your fucking now?"

  Again, she says nothing. Now she is rising and falling on the dildo, letting it slide in and out of her wet pussy. Her face strains a bright red, and a little saliva is running down her chin from her open mouth. Her eyes are rolling into the back of her head. She's going to climax. I can see it in her face as she rides the dildo with more ferocity. Slamming down on it, each time the whip strikes her back. She screams out in ecstasy as her orgasm smashes through her body. Writhing with convulsions on the chair. The orgasm fades and she sits slumped in the chair. I nod at Bella, and she ceases her whipping.

  "Untie her," I order Bella. " Take her back to the room," I start to turn away.

  "Dr Gunn," Celeste's voice is barely audible. Turning back, I crouch down before her bowed head.

  It takes some effort, but Celeste lifts her head and looks into my eyes. The applause from my colleagues is deafening, as it rings around the Theater. Her voice is remarkably clear.

  "I wished it was you, Dr. Gunn. That's what I was thinking. I wished it was you fucking me.”

  * * *

  Celeste: Farewell to Audience

  That was pretty intense, two performances in one night and I'm completely exhausted, but I feel such a different person now. Less than a week ago I could never have imagined that I would behave like I just have, and in public too. My whole life, and everything I believed to be right and proper, has turned on its head. Despite some small reservations, I feel so much better with the new me, and I have Dr Nathan Gunn to thank for that. He seemed so angry with me tonight, and I can’t understand what I've done. I did everything he asked for. I so much tried to please him, yet in the end he turned around and just left me on the stage alone. No words of encouragement or praise. It seems to be that these days, my life revolves around Dr, Gunn's approvals. Having seemingly failed miserably at that, I feel a little dejected.

  I move carefully on my bed, in an attempt to find a comfortable position. My back stings from the whipping that I received, so I try to lay on my side. I've seen myself in the bathroom mirror, and my back's covered in raised wheals. To compound my discomfort, my pussy is sore and swollen from my performance on the stage. That was so out of character for me, but this is all down to Dr Gunn. He has changed me, and for the better. Yet, I still can't work out why he's being so hostile to me right now. I feel genuinely deflated about this. I only want to please him.

  I understand now what this club is all about, and I will be forever grateful that they have changed my life around. I would never have attended a place like this, without a forceful push. Being here, and being made to look at certain things in a different way, has brought out my true inner self. I feel ready for the world, ready to face anyone and everyone. Nathan has done wonders for my life, and I hope to get to know him a lot better once this is over. I want to enter his dark world, I want to submit to him. For the rest of my life if he'd permit it. All this crazy, overwhelming feeling, and I still haven't actually had Nathan's cock inside me. I just knew it to be true. I wanted to be Nathan Gunn's pet. Or toy. Or fuck-slut. Whatever he called me would mean the world to me, this I knew.

  Why he was so angry with me I still don't know. When I looked at his face, he seemed furious. For a moment, I thought he was going to take me right there on the stage. The thing is, I wouldn’t have minded. In fact I wanted him to. That's why I rode the plastic phallus so wild. I know I shouldn’t have such feelings for him, he’s meant to be my mentor and advisor. It is a professional relationship, but it doesn’t feel that way to me.

  I’m not sure how long this program lasts, and I feel I have much yet to learn about myself. I’m amazed at the progress that I have made, which in itself is pretty weird. A few weeks ago, I had no idea that I would be subject to the public humiliation of a whipping and spanking. That I would participate in sex on a stage, and then self abuse myself on a plastic cock. I would have called it crazy and filthy. That's exactly what's happened to me, since I arrived here. It has changed my whole outlook so much. I've discovered deep feelings I never knew I had. These outrageous degradations simply forced up feelings of anger, sadness, jubilation, triumph to the surface of my being. These demonstrative feelings had always been buried in me, I felt they were too exhibitionist for me to express them. They've come to the surface now, and for the first time in my life I feel alive. I'm a much more confident person because of that. I am also in love with my mentor. He has taken me from a very small, scared individual, and has made me bloom and blossom into, well … everything. My life will be different from now on, and I want to share that with him. I want to show him his success story, if he'll allow it. I’m under no illusions, I doubt he sees me as anything other than another project. Still, tomorrow I will tell him that I love him. That I want to spend my life with him. I'm terrified. But, I've been terrified before, and I overcame. I know I have this power: to put myself out there, even in the face of failing. I know that the real failure in life is never trying anything to begin with. There's absolutely no failure in trying something out for the first time. Even if you don't succeed in the way you had hoped, there is unbelievable amounts of success in putting yourself out of your comfort zone to begin with.

  My aches and pains, although still hurting, remind me of the new person that I have become. These feelings are strangely comforting, as I lie here in my bed. Before long, my eyes feel heavy and soon I will slip into a blissful sleep and dream of Nathan Gunn.

  I wake up feeling excited, today I will confess my love to my mentor. I’m determined to tell him how I feel about him. Today is the first day of the rest of my life; a life I hope to share with Nathan Gunn.

  When the door opens, it’s not Bella, who usually takes me to whatever session I’m due at. Instead, an official looking woman dressed in normal clothes, and not the club outfit, stands in the doorway.

  “Good morning erm…” she looks at the clipboard in her hand “…Miss Celeste Montgomery, and congratulations. You have completed the Audience Club’s training, and will be leaving for the big world today. I’m here to take you home.”

  “What?” I haven’t been here long enough,” I blurt out, confused.

  “Well, from what I’ve read in your report, you have done exceptionally well. Your mentor, Dr. Gunn, has signed your release papers,” she says. “Come on, I’ve got a car waiting. You’re ready to go out into the world all on your own now.”

  “Don’t I get to see Na…Dr. Gunn?” I ask, totally mystified at these sudden changes.

  “You’ve completed your training, Ms. Montgomery. Dr. Gunn has other subjects he needs to mentor. You should be proud of yourself, Ms. Montgomery. You have completed the training and are now a changed person.”

  With that she held the door open, waiting for me to exit.

  “We have your own clothing ready for you. They’re all cleaned and folded. Now then. Let’s get you back to your life, Ms. Montgomery.”

  I follow her through the hallway and we go through doors I’ve neve
r been through before. The following hours are a complete blur, I don’t even recall getting changed, but soon I'm sat in a car and en route home.

  “I am assigned to stay with you for as long as you need. Usually this doesn’t take more than one night. You’ll be keen to get back to your life. Show your loved ones your new found confidence. Here we are, your home. Shall we?”

  She stands outside the open car door ,waiting for me to climb out. I feel a little reluctant at first. Why am I just thrown back out into the world like this? I need to speak to Nathan. Why isn’t he seeing me first? A strange anger builds up inside of me, and unfortunately, I take it out on this little miss prim and proper.

  “I don’t want you to accompany me any further, and I certainly don’t want you in my home. I don’t know who the hell you are, but you should leave. Now!”