Lisa happily obeyed, grateful for a change to a more comfortable position, while he pressed the remote to run the DVD. Suddenly he stopped as though he remembered something else he had to do before the viewing.
"That extra espresso I noticed on the counter, I take it, is for me?"
"Yes Master James. But I'm afraid it must quite cold by now."
"It was very considerate of you my sweet, to think of your master. Wait here, I'll just go and heat it up in the microwave. Then we'll view the DVD when I get back.” He dropped the tether on the sofa, got up and went to the kitchen to heat up the coffee. After taking it out from the microwave, he took the time to pour a couple teaspoons of rich brown Demerara sugar into it, because as much as he liked espresso, he still hadn't acquired the taste for drinking it straight without sugar. James realized that he was tired after the night's events, but he didn't want to disappoint Lisa after promising her a full night in BDSM heaven although he was sure that she would understand if he told her that he wished to postpone playing until tomorrow after they attended Shira's funeral, assuming Chief didn't have anything else lined up for him.
On the other hand, he was looking forward to training Lisa as his slave, to serve him and throw out everything ... all the bad habits she might have picked up along the way from other partners who might have considered themselves Doms but who were just pretenders ... and there were a lot of them out there. He had encountered many a sub whose chief complaint was that their Doms just weren't firm enough, strict enough: Or on the opposite end of the spectrum, too brutal and disrespectful of the sub and her gift of submission. And James knew for a fact that Lisa's last Dom, Paul fitted into the first category.
James took the cup of espresso and resumed his spot on the sofa in the living room, again picking Lisa's tether with his free hand and holding on possessively to it as though he was afraid she would go somewhere. He momentarily rested his cup on the end table next to the sofa so he could pick up the remote and press ‘play', with his left hand rather than letting go of Lisa's tether again. “Yes, I can be ambidextrous when the situation warrants it.” He remarked in response to Lisa's silent inquiry as she watched him askance.
Looking at the tape Lisa saw where she made her errors in following his directives to the tee. James gave nothing away by expression regarding how he felt about it, and Lisa sat on tenterhooks wondering what he was going to do after the tape ran its course.
"Two errors in following my commands my pet,” He announced at the end. “You do realize that I will have to punish you, don't you?"
"Yes Master James.” She answered meekly wondering what he had in mind. “How else can you properly become my slave if you don't learn the consequences of your actions? Now on your knees,” he commanded in a brusque voice.
With her hands secured behind her it was just difficult as it had been earlier maneuver herself into a kneeling position, but she managed it without any help from him, and noticed just the mere hint of a smile on his lips. He took her key from the end table where she had placed it earlier and opened the handcuffs, releasing her. “Drop to all fours and follow me.” He continued to hold on to her tether, tugging on every so often when she lagged, as if training a dog.
James lead his slave around the living room a couple times barking commands at her to stop, then go again, in a manner designed to humiliate her and teach her the error of her ways, before leading her to the play room. There was no tenderness in his manner tonight, yet strangely enough while she was humiliated as he intended with the dog training, Lisa didn't feel he would deliberately hurt her in any way. However, she was left with no illusions that this wasn't part of her punishment for not following his commands exactly as he had stated them. If she'd had any lingering doubts that James would be less than the strict, firm master that she had craved, those doubts totally dissipated now like the morning mist dissipating under the warmth of the sun. She would accept her punishment like the strong woman she normally was, but resolved to do everything in her power not to displease him again over the next few weeks that they would spend together as Dom and Submissive.
In the playroom James unlocked padlocked closet door she had noticed before on their previous session in here. It turned out to be a rather large walk-in closet that had been converted into a dungeon with its wall painted deep red like the walls of the room which it belonged. It housed more bondage equipment, including a St. Andrew's cross standing against one wall that did not have an overhead shelf. Directly across it against the other wall, stood a specially made wooden chair that looked like it belonged back in the days of the inquisition. Decorating it were what looked like oversized metal studs on the back, that were pointed and sharp enough to create serious discomfort if one leaned back in it, as was the intention. In its seat was a large hole like that of a toilet, and attached to its arms and legs there were leather restraints. On the shelf above the chair, there were more ropes, chains, leather restraints, a neat array of sex toys and a large black ball with a chain attached to it.
Lisa noticed that under the chair, bolted into the floor, was a shiny steel D-ring, as above in the ceiling as well were there were five placed at what looked like foot long intervals running the length and width of the room, like a cross. One other piece of BDSM furniture occupied the back wall. It was a Wooden Pony like the one Paul tied her on facing down with her arms and legs tied to the legs of the pony for almost an hour while he caned her when she disobeyed one of his commands, during her early training days with him. It was the harshest punishment that Paul had ever inflicted on her. Needless to say, it wasn't an experience she wished to repeat. But then again James wasn't Paul and she was about to experience the other part of his punishment for her disobedience to him.
"This is my punishment room, where my disobedient sub spends time when she displeases me. It's a thing of beauty isn't it?” He suddenly broke the tension with a grin and a nefarious glint in his eyes. “After all, a deviant mind is a shameful thing to waste."
"I dare say.” Lisa shuddered.
"And now my pet you're going to experience it first hand,” he announced reverting back to strict master and the brief levity of a moment ago may not have even happened. “Sit.” James commanded, leading her to the chair and gently pushing her down into it after drawing it away from the wall. He then roped her wrists together and drew them above her, as he threaded end of the rope into one of the iron rings in the ceiling. He pulled it through so her arms were tautly suspended in place with very little slack. Afterwards James released her ankles from the shackles and spread her legs apart as he secured her ankles to the back legs of the chair, straining her limbs to the limit. Whatever little slack was left in her tautly suspended arms now disappeared as her body and limbs were stretched to their utmost limit. Lisa was suddenly thankful that she practiced yoga as she doubted that she would have been able to last more than a couple minutes in this position. Nevertheless she gasped and groaned, breathed hard as sweat started to form a thin film on her body from the utter discomfort of the position. James looked at her askance as though waiting for her to utter the safe word, but she didn't. So he proceeded further by taking two lengths of chain from the shelf above which he used to bind each of her thighs drawing them wider apart to allow complete access to her vagina.
This time James didn't ask if she was too uncomfortable because this was punishment and training. He removed the nipples shields, replacing them with clamps which he then hooked their attaching chain on to another long length of chain that he pulled upwards and threaded through one of the rings in the ceiling, tautly drawing her nipples and breasts as far upward as he felt was safe enough but to still be uncomfortable as was the intention, before attaching the end of the second chain to one of the rings on the St. Andrew's cross. Another set of clamps were attached to the lips of her vagina. Lisa winced and groaned, biting her lip to keep from crying out at the initial burning pain which like her nipples soon numbed to a dull ache, maybe bearable as long as she didn't
move and tugged on the chain which James attached to the iron ring under the chair, pulling them as tautly as he did the clamps on her nipples. Last of all he took a length of black silk off the shelf and blindfolded her. Lisa shook her head in protest at this as she never liked being blindfolded.
"Eaaasy my love, there's nothing to be afraid of.” James gently soothed her, tenderly running his hands over her breasts and kissing her until she calmed down. He knew that this was one of her limits that he had to get her to overcome the fear of, so he had no intention of taking off the blindfold. “There, see it's not that bad, really."
Lisa would never know why, but for some reason his voice just soothed her fears away right then when she had thought that there was no way in hell that she would ever feel safe while blindfolded, no matter how long she engaged in BDSM or how gentle and considerate a master she might have. Suddenly, she wondered why she had feared it for so long as she just relaxed and drifted completely into ultimate surrender as he continued to play with her breasts now using a device that resembled a pizza cutter except the wheel was made up of needle sharp little spikes. He called it ‘Spikey', running it over her skin just enough to torment her without puncturing her skin.
To Lisa it felt rather ticklish at first and she almost enjoyed the sensation until he increased the pressure with which he applied it and she felt the needle pricks against her skin. As she struggled against it with what little slack her tautly stretched allowed, she was rudely reminded of the clamps that held her nipples and vagina lips fast and screamed the safe word unable to bear the burning agony that they induced. James immediately stopped and put spikey back in its place.
Lisa then heard him unzip his trousers then felt him brush his swollen hard penis against her lips. “Now my slave, you're going to show your master how well you're able to please him, and you will do a proper job at like a perfect little slave slut. Open wide,” he commanded with a hint of menace in his voice that left Lisa no recourse but to obey, as she opened her mouth wider, accepting him fully.
Grasping her hair and holding her head against him, James began to pump unto her open mouth. Then at times when he thought he was coming he would withdraw and command her to lick his balls for a bit before sticking his penis back into Lisa's drooling mouth and pumping away again. When he finally came, he cried out in a blissful kind of agony as he exploded his seed like a spouting geyser all over her hair, face and breasts, before sliding to the floor to catch his breath and recover. Shit! No woman had ever made him come as intensely as he did with this new sub of his and it still scared the hell out him, the power she now had over him. He had set out to punish and train her tonight, instead he ended up feeling more enthralled and bound to her more securely than any restraints could ever hold one captive.
James was glad that Lisa was blindfolded. He couldn't bear for those knowing silvery grey eyes of hers to witness the look of raw emotion and utterly stripped defenses on his face just then, but he didn't doubt that she more than likely knew and felt the effect she had on him.
Meanwhile as Lisa felt the warmth of his seed upon her and heard him cry out, she felt completely a part of him too, echoing the feelings that threatened to consume him. Gawd, these were the most intense feelings she had ever experienced in her life and she wondered fearfully if they could last. Oh dear, I can't think about that right now. I have him for a month and we shall just have to wait and see where it goes.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"WOULD YOU BE TERRIBLY disappointed if I said, let's call it a night?” James asked after releasing Lisa from her restraints in the punishment room, also removing the training collar.
"Is there a reason I should be Master James?” A frisson of alarm shot through her momentarily, especially as he removed the collar. She knew that some Doms often removed her subs’ collars as a means of punishment and the sub generally had to earn it back again. Surely, the mistakes she had made when following his directives earlier weren't all that serious, were they? And he had already punished her by putting her in one of the most uncomfortable and painful bondage positions she had ever experienced. And he held withheld sex, choosing to have her bring him off instead with her mouth.
"No,” James reassured her, “however, are you forgetting that in the past three days, neither of us has slept more than an average of nine hours if we're lucky. I am rather exhausted I must admit. Not to mention I was just totally wiped out just now when I came in there. Woman, you're a goddamned witch! What have you done to me?” He asked, scowling.
"I could say what have YOU done to me?” Lisa riposted.
"I guess that makes us even then,” James remarked in a droll voice, a wry expression on his face now. “But seriously, I know my limits and when I'm this exhausted, it's not advisable for me to engage in any kind of BDSM activity. I don't want to take the chance that I may unwittingly hurt you.” He admitted, gently cupping her chin, and Lisa's heart just melted. Is this man for real? Some other Dom wouldn't have given a damn, well Paul being the exception, she figured. How lucky could I get? He can be the Kick Ass, intimidating cop, the sadistic interrogator, the strict menacing Dom, and yet turn around and be the compassionate lover and perfect gentleman ... all wrapped in one ‘to die for package of male hunk’ Okay, you guys upstairs, God, Mother Goddess what did I do right? Lisa mused to herself.
"Well in that case, I would say let's call it a night then.” She agreed.
"But I'm also starved. Do you realize that we haven't eaten since lunch? Hungry?"
"Now that you mentioned it, and the appetite suppressant effects of the espresso have worn off, I am bloody famished as my dad would have said. What have you got in mind? Do you have any food in that fancy refrigerator or is it typically a man's fridge consisting of a six pack, a couple bottles of wine and yet another six pack?"
"Hey, I might be a bachelor, but I'm by no means hopeless in the kitchen.” James protested. “See this bod darling? I've gotta keep it in top shape to be able chase after or subdue all the miscreants of society out there that I may have the pleasure of arresting. Can't afford to violate it with junk food and too much beer,” he joked. “Anyway, we both smell like a whorehouse, so let's go and shower first then we'll come back down and I'll make us both a couple rib eyes and you can do the salad. And I think there's a package of Primavera Risotto to go with the steak in one of the cupboards...."
"Packaged risotto? Ohmygawd! My mother would have conniptions at the mere thought. If it's not done from scratch, it's not worth consuming is her credo."
"And we'd be eating it for breakfast instead. Trust me, I understand her way of thinking when it comes to food, but time doesn't always allow for such luxury now as you well know in our business."
"Don't I know it!” Lisa concurred following him to the main floor bathroom, thinking about how natural and ordinary it felt now to be showering together with him. This time James didn't tie her up in the shower though. However, like earlier this evening he did take the time to sensuously shampoo her hair and soap whole body down while allowing her to do the same for him. And, he did end up taking her in there like a regular vanilla lover ... a first for him in years, as James had always preferred to have his sub properly restrained before taking her. For the longest while he couldn't conceive of making love this way, and the few times he had tried it had left him unable to come and he had begun to conclude that he might have some deep seethed power issues which had been easy to ignore until now. No woman had ever moved him to this extent or touched the very core of his being until Lisa.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
THE NEXT MORNING Lisa awoke to a brilliant winter morning sun streaming into the room through the slightly opened vertical blinds, and James missing from beside her on the bed. She figured he must be in the washroom as she got out of bed, urgently needing to use it. She was about to make her way to the one downstairs when she heard Canada AM on the television, and smelled the mouth-watering aroma of breakfast coming from the kitchen. So she just made a quick beeli
ne for the upstairs bathroom figuring that James was downstairs after all.
After using emerging from the bathroom, Lisa glanced at the clock radio on the black laminated night table beside the bed. It was eight thirty. She was tempted to crawl back under the covers for another hour, if only to revel in the lingering clean male scent of James a little longer. And when he saw that she didn't come downstairs to join him, he would return and join her in bed. Then she remembered that she had to return to her house to get some more suitable attire in which to attend little Shira's funeral. Lisa reached for her handbag which she had left dropped beside the bed, and fished into it for the extra toothbrush she always carried. Taking it along with her trusted travel pack of Yves Rocher skin cleansing regime, she returned to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face with cold water to completely wake her up along with tightening the pores in her already perfect skin.
Upon emerging from the bathroom, she was greeted by her lover/master who had brought up a breakfast tray containing a mouth watering, delicious breakfast for two consisting of vegetarian omelette, whole wheat toast, a carafe of freshly perked coffee and orange juice. As an added romantic touch he had placed a small red blown glass bottle vase with a single pale lilac coloured rosebud and Lisa wondered about it as she had never seen that shade of rose before. Even the usual lavender ones were a more vibrant shade. And where ever did he get it at this time of the morning in the middle of winter? James placed the tray in the middle of the king-sized bed before getting back into it.
"Mmmmm, that smells positively delicious,” she purred, “but you should have woken me so I could help."
"Ohh, you'll get your turn soon enough to do as much cooking and housework as you can handle.” James promised with a nefarious grin, and Lisa didn't have to wonder what he meant. “But come on now let's eat before my efforts begin to feel like they were wasted. I can't stand a lukewarm or cold breakfast."
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