The Inner Room

by Claire Thompson

  Jack pushed back his chair and stood, nodding to Jesse. “Jesse and I will start. We’ve been working on some bondage techniques we’d like to show you.” Jack picked up a long duffel bag he’d placed on the floor before the meal, and together the two men ascended the set of portable stairs beside the small stage.

  Jesse was wearing his usual outfit of a pair of loose white linen pants, his feet bare, the green leather and gold slave collar around his neck. Jack placed the duffel on the stage while Jesse untied and let his pants fall to the ground. He stepped out of them and crossed his arms behind his back. Jack stood beside him, a small single tail whip in one hand, a coil of thin, red rope in the other.

  “Who do you belong to?” Jack asked Jesse in his gravelly voice.

  “You, Sir,” Jesse replied.

  “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

  “It pleases me to bind you and mark you.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  During this exchange, Jesse’s cock rose as if being inflated by a tire pump. As it extended to full erection, Cam could see jewelry from his piercing glinting on the underside of Jesse’s cock. Jack touched the handle of the whip to Jesse’s lips, which instantly parted. Jack placed the whip handle between Jesse’s teeth, which clamped down on it.

  Moving behind him, Jack bound the sub’s arms, working quickly. When he was done, he tapped Jesse’s shoulder, and the younger man pivoted gracefully so his back was facing the group. Jack, a Shibari expert, had executed a series of beautiful knots that bound Jesse’s arms in a box position with what looked like a butterfly made of rope inside the box. Another tap had Jesse turn frontward again, the whip still caught between his teeth.

  Jack took the whip from Jesse’s mouth. Reaching into his pocket, Jack pulled out a long, thin strip of supple leather, dyed the same rich green as Jesse’s collar. He looped and knotted one end through the ring of Jesse’s cock jewelry. Pulling the leather strip upward, he touched the other end to Jesse’s lips. Jesse opened his mouth and then closed it again on the leather, biting down.

  “While I whip you, you will keep the leather in your mouth,” Jack informed his sub, who nodded.

  Jack took a step back. The whip whistled and struck Jesse’s smooth, white chest, leaving a red stripe in its wake. He struck the man’s thighs, leaving even, parallel lines along each leg. He tapped Jesse’s shoulder, and Jesse turned, again showing the beautiful knot work along his back. His hands were clenched into fists, the only sign of any stress.

  Jack wielded the whip with expert finesse, painting welts along Jesse’s shoulders and drawing a crosshatch pattern over each firmly-muscled ass cheek. He tapped Jesse again, and when Jesse turned this time, Cam could see the sheen of sweat on his face, and the heave of his chest, but through it all, Jesse hadn’t made a sound, and the leather strip remained clenched in his teeth, pulling his cock tautly upward.

  “Are you ready for the final strike, slave boy?” Jack growled.

  Jesse nodded.

  As the whip struck his cock and kissed his balls, Jesse’s eyes fluttered shut and he swayed a moment, as if he might fall. Jack dropped the whip and gently took the leather from Jesse’s mouth, replacing it with his lips. Jesse opened his eyes as Jack stepped back, and even from his vantage point several feet away, Cam could see the love light in Jesse’s adoring expression.

  Jack bent to unloop the leather strap from Jesse’s cock jewelry. “You may thank me,” Jack said with a wolfish smile.

  Jesse lowered himself to his knees and leaned forward to fervently kiss the tops of Jack’s black boots. After a few moments of this slavish devotion, Jack tapped his lover’s shoulder once more. Jesse stood, and Jack moved behind him, quickly untying the ropes that bound his arms. Jack turned to the group and smiled, his eyes glowing with pride. “Thank you all for witnessing my slave’s grace.”

  With a nod from Jack, Jesse descended the stairs and walked back to his cushion at the table. Jack remained on the stage. Cam could feel Marissa tense suddenly beside him. Catching her eye, he shook his head. Not yet, he mouthed, and she relaxed.

  Tony pushed back his chair and stood. He looked down at his wife and held out his hand. “You ready, darling?”

  “Always, Sir,” Dana said with her usual impish grin.

  They walked to the dais and moved up the stairs. Jack stepped back to give them room. Tony removed his shoes and set them on the edge of the stage. Dana, who wore a clingy black dress that revealed as much as it covered, slipped the straps from her shoulders and shimmied sexily out of her clothing, though she kept on her shiny black heels. The diamonds on her nipple rings glimmered in the light. Her body was long and lean, and while Cam admired her athletic beauty and easy grace, in his mind it couldn’t hold a candle to Marissa’s feminine curves and skin soft as satin. He glanced down at his darling. She was watching the stage, her lips softly parted. Soon, Cam thought, you’ll have your turn.

  Tony addressed the room. “Dana has been working on focus, and we’d like to demonstrate that tonight.” As he spoke, he unzipped the fly of his black trousers and stepped out of them. Dana knelt in front of him and reached for his underwear, which she pulled down his legs, revealing a semi-erect cock. Meanwhile Jack had retrieved a long, thin cane from his duffel. He stood just behind Dana, cane in hand.

  Dana rose on her long, coltish legs. Tony put his hands on his hips and gave her an imperious nod. Dana bent forward at the waist, seeking Tony’s rapidly rising cock with her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand and gripped the base of his shaft with the other as she closed her lips lovingly over him.

  Tony gave Jack a nod, and the cane came whooshing down against Dana’s bare ass. Marissa sucked in her breath beside Cam. Dana flinched as the cane struck her, but otherwise didn’t miss a beat. Jack struck her again, and again her muscles tensed, but her focus remained where it should be—on her Master’s cock.

  It took twenty strokes before Tony finally let out a groan and thrust his hips forward as he grabbed Dana’s head to hold her in place. Jack lowered the cane and moved toward the stairs, which he descended quickly, his part of the ceremony completed.

  When Tony let Dana’s head go, she knelt back on her heels, her eyes fixed on his cock. Tony retrieved his underwear and pants and pulled them back on. Then he reached for Dana with both hands, pulling her up into his arms. He kissed her mouth lightly and murmured something in her ear. When he let her go, she turned so her back was to the room, and they all saw the dark welts that crisscrossed both ass cheeks like slashes of red paint.

  “Oh,” Marissa gasped softly, but when Dana turned back to face them, her eyes were shining, a beatific smile gracing her features.

  Cam touched Marissa’s shoulder, his heartbeat quickening. “It’s our turn,” he said softly.

  ~*~

  Marissa took Cam’s offered hand and let him pull her to her feet. Though she hadn’t had any of the wine that had been served with the meal, she felt dizzy with nervous anticipation. While she had come a long way on her submissive journey, she had no idea how she would measure up to the stunning grace both Jesse and Dana had exhibited up on the stage.

  She was now comfortable with public nudity, and confident in her ability to submit to Cam when they scened both in the outer room and in the privacy of their home, yet the thought of standing on the raised dais, the sole focus of all attention in the room, made her heart quicken and her mouth go dry.

  At the same time, she was ready, and determined to do as well as the other two subs had done. Cam believed in her and, more importantly, she believed in herself. He hadn’t told her just exactly what he had planned for her, but Marissa found she didn’t need to know. It was enough that he wanted her to submit. It was enough to know she belonged to him—heart, body and soul.

  They climbed together to the stage. Cam took Marissa’s hand and together they faced their friends. “Marissa has been working on trust, as well as focus. She is lea
rning to shut out all outside stimuli, and give her complete attention and submission to the task at hand.” He turned and smiled at her, giving a small nod that was her cue.

  Marissa slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall from her body. The pink satin ribbon between her legs was soaked with her juices from the excitement of the evening. Cam often tied it in place in the mornings before she left for work, a small but powerful reminder of his ownership throughout the workday. He had made even the act of using the toilet an erotic event, as she had to seek him out in order to get permission to pee. While she knew those who didn’t understand the lifestyle might be appalled by the restriction, she had to admit it thrilled her to her bones.

  “Lie down on the stage,” Cam said to her now. “We’re going to suspend you upside down for this particular exercise.”

  Whatever she had expected, it hadn’t been that! Cam had suspended her in their dungeon, but never upside down. The prospect excited her, as she loved the feeling of erotic helplessness being suspended engendered in her. Being upside down would only make it that much more intense.

  She lay obediently on the stage. Cam wrapped a large leather belt around her waist. It had built-in wrist cuffs on either side, and he placed her wrists securely in each cuff. Next he wrapped thick, sheepskin-lined cuffs around her ankles and clipped them to long chains that had been waiting in a neat row at the back of the stage. Tony handed him up a small stepladder, which Cam opened by Marissa’s feet. Taking the lengths of chain, he climbed the small ladder and secured them to sturdy hooks that protruded from a winch apparatus in the ceiling. Climbing down from the stepladder, he closed it and set it aside.

  Crouching beside Marissa, he kissed her lightly on the lips. “Ready, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

  Marissa nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Her heart was beating in a slow, steady rhythm and she felt unexpectedly calm.

  Cam slipped his hands supportively beneath her as Jack pressed the button on the wall unit that activated the winch. Marissa’s legs were slowly lifted as the chains wound around the winch wheel. Cam supported her as her body was hoisted into the air, until only her hair was brushing the floor of the stage.

  Leaning between her still closed legs, he plucked at the pink satin bow and eased it from her labia rings. She heard the whir of the winch engine as the chains were separated, causing her legs to spread wide.

  “I’m going to blindfold and gag you, and put plugs in your ears,” Cam said in a voice designed to carry. “Your sole focus should be on my touch. You have advance permission to come. We will show our friends that my slave girl withholds nothing from her Master. You will give of yourself as you have never done before.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Marissa managed, the calm of a moment before slipping a little, though her resolve had not.

  Cam slipped a cloth gag between her teeth and tied it behind her head. He tied a second sash over her eyes and then pushed earplugs gently into her ears. The soft sound of her heartbeat was like listening to a seashell, and in the darkness and the silence, she found herself relaxing once more. She knew if she panicked for any reason, she had only to flex her hands into fists, but she also knew she had nothing to fear with her Master. She trusted him completely. She trusted him not only with her body and her heart, but with her very life.

  It was impossible to tense in her position, but she liked to think she would have remained relaxed no matter the circumstance as Cam pressed a lubricated anal plug into her ass. She had come to enjoy the full feel of the plug, especially during intercourse, and she welcomed it now. She waited in the silent stillness for whatever would come next.

  His fingers startled her at first, their touch light as feathers moving over her already swollen clit and labia. He slipped a finger inside her and drew out the moisture, gliding his fingers in an intensely pleasurably swirl of sensation over her cunt. He was standing close to her, and she could smell his masculine, woodsy scent and feel the press of his hard body against her side. He pushed two fingers deep inside her, and she groaned against the gag, a shudder of raw pleasure spasming through her frame.

  As her Master rubbed and fingered her, she swayed gently in the dark, sensual silence of her chained and suspended captivity. It wasn’t long before the orgasm sparked like a fire in her belly, and her entire body trembled as a long moan of pure lust rose in her throat. She began to thrash as the orgasm continued to pummel her senses.

  It was perfect, perfect, perfect, and then… Oh god, too much, oh stop, oh please, oh yes, don’t stop, not ever. I want to die like this. I will die like this. Oh god, oh Sir, oh Cam, save me, take me, claim me, I am yours, yours, yours…

  She was sliding down a long tunnel into the perfect darkness, which enfolded her into its velvet arms as she slid peacefully away.

  Marissa blinked against the light. She was lying on the stage and the chains had been removed. It took a moment to orient herself, and then she saw Cam’s handsome face looming over her, and it all flooded back like sunlight.

  Cam smiled. “There are you. We lost you for a minute there. Where did you go?”

  Marissa sat up slowly. She was at once energized and deeply serene. She felt, in a word, amazing. “Where did I go?” she echoed, unable to wipe away the goofy grin that slid onto her face. “I went to heaven. You took me there.”

  Cam gathered her into his arms and pulled her to her feet. Someone had placed a stool nearby, and Cam helped her gently onto it. Marissa looked out toward the room, surprised to find it was empty.

  “Hey,” she said, confused. “Where did everybody go?”

  “They went to the outer room. I told them I needed a moment alone with you. We’ll join them in a minute.”

  Marissa frowned, a pinprick of worry stabbing through her serenity. “Is everything okay, Sir? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, oh no, not at all. You were spectacular. I was as proud as I’ve ever been.”

  “Then…?”

  “There’s something I wanted to ask you in private.” He faced her with an earnest expression. “Marissa, here in the inner room is where we truly found each other. I know how scary it was for you—to take the initial leap of faith. You trusted me enough to be vulnerable and exposed about secret desires you’d always kept close to your heart. You were strong and brave, just like you are in every aspect of your life. You found the courage to move forward, even when some really tough stuff happened.” His face darkened a moment, and Marissa knew he was thinking of Phil Mitchell. But he shook away the thought with a toss of his head, and Marissa was glad.

  Cam took her hand, his voice softening. “There’s something you need to know. You didn’t just learn what it is to submit with grace and courage. You taught me, Marissa, what it is to trust my heart to another human being. Each step of the way, you were my shining example of what love can truly be.”

  To her astonishment, Cam knelt in front of the stool. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a small box. “Marissa, you are not only my sub girl, but my best friend. I love you with all my heart, and I want you always in my life.”

  He opened the box, revealing a diamond ring nestled in the satin. He looked up at her, his brilliant blue eyes shining hopefully. “Sweetest Marissa, will you marry me?”

  Marissa felt her heart swell with such love it actually ached. Tears filled her eyes, while at the same time joyous laughter bubbled from her lips. “Oh, Cam!” She held out her hands, and Cam took them, rising to his feet.

  Marissa stood and wrapped her arms around her Master, her partner, her best friend. “Yes, my love. I will.”

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