Lea's Menage Diary

by Kris Cook

  The thing was black and looked similar to something you might see at a gym, with lots of levers to adjust the height and the tilt of the person on it. There were extensions for one’s arms and legs that also adjusted to a variety of positions.

  Maybe I should’ve run for the exit, but I didn’t. In the oddest way, I felt comfortable in the room and more than a little excited.

  Reed led me to the spanking horse. “Sit.”

  Enjoying his commanding tone, I complied. He walked over to one of the tables and produced a pen. He scribbled on the paperwork and brought it and the pen back to the spanking horse.

  He handed both to me. “Put your initials next to my name and date it.”

  “You guys are quite official with this stuff, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. It’s important that everyone knows what they are agreeing to, Lea. The Cell does not tolerate infractions to its rules.”

  “What exactly am I agreeing to, Reed?” Another wave of anxiety swept over me.

  “You’re putting me in charge.”

  “Of me?” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

  He smiled. “Yes, of you. But that doesn’t mean I can do anything I want with you.”

  I looked over at the table of paddles and whips. This wasn’t what I’d expected to find when Mia invited me to The Cell, and yet I felt drawn to experience more. I needed to get a grip on myself. This wasn’t something I’d ever done before. “I don’t understand. This is all too much. I thought I was only coming here tonight to get a tour, not a lesson.”

  “If that’s what you would like, I can give you a tour and then put you in a cab.” Reed touched my cheek with one hand and grabbed a fistful of my hair with the other. I felt the slightest tug, which made me tingle. “Is that what you really want, sweetheart?”

  I closed my eyes. Though my nerves were totally on edge, my curiosity urged me on. Besides, when would I ever have another chance to be instructed by someone as sexy as Reed? I shook my head. “No. I want the lesson. I’m scared, but I want to try.”

  “That’s all I’m asking, pet. Now, open your eyes and sign the paper.”

  I instantly obeyed.

  Reed took the pen and paper back. He scanned the pages and nodded. Then he folded it up and placed it in his front pocket.

  “Let’s get started, trainee.” Reed sat down beside me on the horse. He caressed my neck and face with his fingertips, raising my temperature several notches. “The world you’ve just entered is about control and submission. A Dom uses control to help the submissive reach the very limits they’ve set for themselves and to push past them. The key component is trust, but that deepens with experience and time. Trust is the gift that both Dom and submissive crave. It unifies them together in the most intimate way.”

  “It sounds so beautiful when you describe it,” I confessed.

  “Kitten, it is beautiful.” He kissed me with a fervency that made my toes curl and my pussy ache. With such skill that I felt dizzy, he continued kissing me like no man had ever done before. As his tongue swept into my mouth, I felt new sensations sparking to life inside me.

  Just as suddenly as he’d begun our kiss, he ended it. “The relationship of Dom and sub is about controlling the mind. The Dom must be utterly in tune to the submissive. He reads her body’s signs so that he knows where her head is and can administer exactly what she needs to surrender fully.”

  The more he told me about what Doms and submissives did, the more I wanted to sample it. Not just from anyone, but from him.

  “First things first. You need a safe word.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  He smiled broadly and kissed my cheek. “So very sweet and fresh. Okay. Listen up, Lea. You and I haven’t explored trust yet, right?”

  I nodded, hanging on every one of his words.

  “I’m very well trained as a Dom, but you don’t know that yet. It’s clear to me that your nature is to submit, but I don’t know your limits, either hard or soft.”

  Something about his voice was getting me hotter and hotter. I needed to focus on his lesson. “What’s the difference between hard and soft?”

  “A hard limit is something you feel very strongly about and can’t see yourself surrendering to no matter what. Do you have any phobias?”

  “Only spiders.”

  “Noted. I’ve never used spiders in scenes, so not a problem.” He went on, sounding like a tutor with a pupil. “I’m certain you have other hard limits you don’t even know you have yet. I’ll deal with that if it happens.”

  My jaw dropped. “Tonight?”

  “Close your mouth, Lea. Listen and learn.”

  I heeded his instruction, pressing my lips together.

  He winked at me. “Soft limits actually are very useful in a scene. They’re the things you haven’t tried successfully or at all but honestly are intriguing to you.”

  “Like what, Reed?”

  “For you? Since this is your first venture into BDSM, anything.” His voice lowered to a deeper octave, reaching into me and vibrating my skin. “Have you ever had your ass paddled before?”

  “No.” I felt a tingle in my pussy at the thought of the sex-on-a-stick man spanking my bottom.

  Reed smiled. “But I can see by the look on your face that you find it appealing, though you’re not sure what to expect. Right?”

  I gulped, realizing how easily he could see into me. “Yes.”

  “Soft limits with the right Dom and under the right circumstances are opportunities to explore for both the Dominant and submissive. Once trust is found in a certain activity—”

  “Like spanking,” I interjected.

  He shook his head and smiled. “You are such an antsy trainee, Lea. Yes, like spanking. With trust firmly in place, the soft limit is changed into an activity of play and pleasure to enjoy between the Dom and his sub.”

  “Sounds amazing to me,” I confided.

  Reed tenderly touched my cheek with his fingertips. “I think I may have found my perfect student in you, Lea.”

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  Though Reed never dropped his gaze from my eyes, he didn’t speak again for what seemed to me to be several minutes. Suddenly, he removed his hand from my face and continued. “A soft limit is a place you need me to pause for a moment. You might even want me to change things up a bit in how I’m proceeding.”

  “How do I do that?”

  “By using safe words. They are words or phrases that are agreed upon by both the Dom and the sub to alter or stop a scene. I’ve found that ‘red,’ ‘yellow,’ and ‘green’ work best as safe words for trainees. You can call them out whenever you feel the need. Think of a traffic light, Lea. Red tells the driver to hit the brakes. Yellow is use caution to proceed. Green is—”

  “Go,” I interrupted, and immediately regretted it. “Sorry, Reed.”

  “Not a problem, pet. I like your excitement. You’re right. Green is go. Are you in agreement to use the colors as our safe words?”

  I loved when he said “our” and nodded.

  “Good. Truthfully, pet, after we do a few scenes together, you won’t need any safe words. I’ll be in tune to your needs more than you. Let me show you a few paddles.” He stood.

  Anxiety and excitement thickened in my mind. “Are you planning on spanking me, Reed?”

  His eyebrows shot up. “Interesting idea, trainee, though my first thought was to just give you some verbal instructions for this lesson. But you’re wanting to take the fast track, aren’t you?” Before I could answer, he continued in a commanding tone. “Since we’re going to scene together, no more calling me ‘Reed.’ You will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master Reed,’ understand?”

  I choked out, “Yes, Sir.”

  “There you go. Better. On your feet, trainee.”

  Believing things were about to take a hot, lusty turn, a flash of heat thawed my insides as I left the spanking horse.

  “I am going to undress you,” h
e stated bluntly.

  Blood filled my cheeks from the embarrassment. What would he think of my body? A flash to resist and end the lesson with the word he’d given me came and went. I just didn’t have the will to stop him, no matter how disconcerting it was going to be for me to be naked in front of him.

  He made me turn around and pulled my dress over my head. He draped it neatly over the bondage chair.

  It seemed as if he was taking his time with me for my benefit, making sure I was, if not relaxed, at least willing to continue in the path he’d laid out before me. After he removed my clothing, save my panties and bra, he stepped back and scanned my body.

  All at once, I saw him—really saw him. What the hell was I thinking?

  Reed was male perfection, muscled in all the right places. Under his Dom demeanor was a kind man with a really big heart. Me? I was female, but perfection...? No way.

  Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around my bra, the only thing covering my breasts at the moment. “Sir, I’m really getting nervous about this.”

  Smiling, Reed got right in front of me. “I know, pet. I know.” He grabbed my wrists and lowered them to my sides. “All part of it.” He paused, and then said, “Fuck, you are gorgeous.”

  I shook my head, unable to believe him.

  “Sub, you calling me a liar?” His threatening tone made me catch my breath.

  “No, Sir.”

  “That’s a good thing.” He cupped my breasts through my bra, sending a shiver from where his hands touched down to my pussy. “Don’t forget your safe words. Use them if you must. You will not be punished for uttering them.” He removed my bra, and my cheeks burned hot. I couldn’t believe I was going through with this, allowing a man I just met to see my breasts, but I couldn’t find it in me to end this. With Reed’s confidence and manliness, all I could latch onto inside me was desire—and submission. “They are just another set of tools for us to explore with.”

  I was enflamed with want. “Yes, Sir.”

  He pinched my nipples, making them hard and throbbing madly. “Are you on any medication, trainee?”

  Shaking my head, I wondered why he would ask such a question.

  “Good.” He removed his hands off my chest, and I instantly missed them. “Some prescription drugs can change the level of a sub’s pain threshold. Not a problem for you and me since you’re not on any. Same with menstruating. Are you?”

  I was flustered at the crude question but couldn’t help but answer him. “No, Sir.”

  “We are in agreement about this scene’s protocol. I will honor your safe words. When I ask you your state, you will tell me the color you most feel at that moment, but you don’t have to wait for me to ask, trainee. You may call them out at any time without my permission. Understand?”

  I pursed my lips, growing impatient to feel him touch me again. “Yes, Sir.”

  “My little trainee is getting restless, aren’t you?”

  I nodded, chewing on my lip.

  “Too bad. You’re not in charge here. I am.” The timbre in his voice let me know he meant it. “Yellow doesn’t mean a full-on stop, trainee, but it will give us a chance to pause and discuss what you’re feeling. There is no shame in you calling out ‘red’ either. You understand me?”

  Something about Reed’s thorough instructions was getting to me. “I do, Sir.”

  “I swear I will not cross your hard limits, trainee. I will respect you and will earn your trust. Let’s get into our scene. Face down on the spanking horse, trainee.”

  My heart thudded in my chest, and my palms dampened. “Now?” I asked.

  He answered, “Right now.”

  I flipped around as he’d instructed.

  “We’re going to do this without restraints, tonight. I want to save something for your next lesson.”

  Though I was already feeling more than a little trust for Reed, I was glad he wasn’t going to tie me down. Still, the idea did sound appealing in a way. That he thought there would be a “next lesson” thrilled me.

  “Very good, trainee.” I felt his hand go up and down my back, causing my skin to tingle. “Comfortable?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You won’t be for long.” Reed jerked my panties down to my ankles, kindling fiery sensitivity in my body. “Not long at all.” Then he slapped my ass with his open hand, delivering a delicious sting to my flesh.

  My pussy moistened, and my clit began to throb.

  From the corner of my eyes, I could see him walking over to one of the tables. He selected what looked to me like a large ping-pong paddle, though it was black in color, not the blue or green I’d seen on others of its ilk.

  Reed came back to the spanking bench. He put the paddle in front of my eyes. “See this?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “This is going to give you a lesson you won’t forget, trainee. Pleasure is what you crave, and when you please me, that’s what I’ll give you.” As if to give an example of what he’d just told me, I felt him caress my ass with his free hand. “What state are you in?”

  I answered “Green, Sir, but I do have a question.”

  “Ask.”

  “Umm...” Suddenly, I was tongue-tied and so very nervous.

  A slap to my ass jolted me back. “I said ‘ask.’ Now.”

  I blurted out, “Do you plan on having sex with me?”

  “I’d love to, trainee. God, would I love to. But this is your first lesson. No intercourse tonight. This time is only for training, understand?”

  A mix of relief and disappointment rolled through me. “I do, Sir. Thank you.”

  “That doesn’t mean you won’t orgasm, trainee. If I do my job correctly, you definitely will climax. This time is for your pleasure only.”

  The promise of such release had me melting inside with need and heat.

  “Time to spank that beautiful ass of yours, Lea.”

  I was vibrating like a leaf dancing on the heat waves of a forest fire.

  Whack! The slap of the paddle to my left ass cheek stung. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn’t cry out.

  “What state, pet?”

  “Green, Sir. I’m green.”

  “Excellent. Remember our agreement. Use your safe words.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Whack! Whack!

  I moaned and thrashed on the spanking bench. Each strike of his paddle hit a different spot on my ass. My body was sizzling with new sensations.

  “Trainee, what do you think about when you masturbate?” Reed asked firmly.

  “I-I’m not sure what to say. I have many fantasies.” I wished I could take back that admission. He must’ve thought I was a slut now.

  “Of course you do, pet. Everyone does.” He stroked my thighs with his free hand and the paddle. “What’s your favorite fantasy? Your go-to, never-fails-to-get-you-off fantasy?”

  An image of his brother floated in the back of my mind. “I’m not sure.”

  Whack! This strike was harder than the earlier ones and released the tears from my eyes.

  “No lying. Tell me, trainee.”

  “Multiple partners, Sir.”

  Again, the caresses returned. “Enlighten me. Tell me about your fantasy.”

  I’m not sure if it was because I didn’t want to disappoint him again, or if I already was beginning to trust him with my secrets, but I did tell him. “This is only a fantasy, Sir.”

  “Stop stalling, trainee. I know what it is. Remember, I asked the question. Tell me.”

  “Yes, Sir. I imagine myself between two men.”

  As though there was nothing odd about the concept, he said, “Threesome. Nice. Is one of your dream men fucking your pussy and the other your ass?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I was getting even wetter from his lusty inquiry and squirmed on the spanking horse.

  “Your state, trainee?”

  Without hesitation, I said, “Green.”

  “I want you to imagine your two men, trainee. They are here, and one of them
is going to spank you, not for any disobedience, but to quiet your thoughts and get you into a state where you can really enjoy pleasure. Understand?”

  “Some,” I admitted.

  “Let me see if I can explain better what I’m attempting. You’ll hear people talk about ‘subspace’ from time to time here at The Cell. That’s what I’m going to try to send you into now, trainee. It may or may not work since this is your first time.”

  “What is ‘subspace,’ Sir?” I asked timidly.

  “Kind of like a trance for the sub. I want you to use your masturbation fantasy while I paddle your pretty, little ass, understand?”

  I nodded, feeling my excitement grow.

  “Good. Bring it up into your thoughts, trainee.”

  Instantly, I saw my familiar guys walk into my bedroom. During my personal playtime, I’d never been able to see their faces clearly, but now I could. One looked exactly like Reed, and the other his brother, Kane.

  “All set?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  In my mind, the visions of Reed and Kane were slapping my ass alternately with the paddles they held in their hands. I went higher and higher, to new plateaus filled with powerful sensations. Reveling in the fantasy Reed had instructed me to focus on, I closed my eyes tight as the spanking continued.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  The last strike to my ass from Reed’s paddle quieted my mind to a whisper.

  “I’m going to spank you with my open hand, pet.” The lusty pitch of Reed’s voice worked to send me into a hot craze. “I want to feel your skin on my hand.”

  Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

  My pussy was soaked, and my clit was aching. I was thrashing on the spanking horse. Nothing had ever gotten me so close to savory madness before as did Reed spanking my ass.

  Suddenly, I felt Reed’s hand between my legs, threading through my swollen folds. I was awash with want.

  “You did great, pet.” His praise meant so much to me. “Time for your reward.”

  His fingertips touched me in all the right places, driving me to the brink of mania. I felt him part my pussy lips with them and press on my clit with his thumb. When his hot breath skated across my ass, I thought I would die from the unending desire inside me.