Woman In Chains

by Bridget Midway

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  Dak waited a beat before answering the front door after he heard the knock. He hoped his outside facial expression didn’t match his jittery insides. As he touched the doorknob, Dak took a deep breath, then opened the door.

  Standing outside stood a woman he hadn’t seen in almost five years. Cressida smiled as she strolled into his house.

  “Hi.” Even in her stilettos, she had to stand on her tiptoes in order to kiss him on his cheek.

  “Hey, Cress. You look good.” He didn’t say that just to be polite.

  Although only a few years younger than his forty-four years, she looked good for a submissive who tended to like it on the rough side. Her radiant red hair had grown down past her shoulders, different from the short jet black hair he remembered her having back when they played regularly.

  Cress stood in his living room, her small hands crossed in front of her like a modified, standing submissive position. “I was surprised that you called Mistress Siren. She told us you were no longer topping.”

  “I wasn’t. I’m sort of coming out of retirement.” He smiled, but his admission just added more butterflies to the party in his stomach.

  “Is there a reason for that?”

  He walked toward the back room. “She’s downstairs.”

  Cress smiled. “Love?”

  Dak shook his head. “Just training.”

  “Shame.”

  Dak stopped in his kitchen. “Anything to eat or drink?”

  She shook her head. “Not for me, thanks. I’d rather play on an empty stomach. You know how wound up I can get sometimes.”

  He nodded. “I seem to remember that.” He led her to the back room area.

  Dak left the cell door open, but he took precautions to cuff Rebekah to the bed so that she faced forward. He noticed right away the icy stare Rebekah gave to Cress as soon as she walked into the cell.

  “Oh, this is interesting.” Cress split her attention between Dak and Rebekah. “Does she like to watch?”

  “She needs to watch.” Dak walked over to the small dresser by Rebekah’s bed and removed the cloth that covered his dusted-off toys. “Rebekah, this is Mouse.”

  “Ah, you remembered.” Cress smiled and nodded her head.

  “Of course, I remembered. Mouse, this is Rebekah.”

  Cress bowed her head to Rebekah. “Charmed.”

  Rebekah sat still.

  “Don’t mind her. She’s very shy.” Dak approached Cress and removed her trench coat.

  Not surprising, his friend wore nothing underneath. Seeing Cress’s nudity widened Rebekah’s eyes.

  Dak stood next to Cress, who only wore her standard six-inch pink patent leather pumps and a smile. A new tattoo of a beloved cartoon mouse getting an over-the-knee spanking from her cartoon husband adorned her left ass cheek.

  “Before we get started, I want you to notice a few things here, Rebekah.” Dak pointed to Cress. “Let’s go from head to toe. First of all, notice how happy she looks to be doing this. That’s how I want you to be. When you’re about to go into a scene with your Dom or Domme, you should be as happy and excited to do it as your master or mistress, got it?”

  Rebekah glared at him, but Dak kept going.

  “If you’re collared, you should be wearing it.” He scanned Cress and didn’t notice any type of jewelry aside from her labia piercing. “You’re not collared?”

  Cress shook her head. “I hang with Siren a lot, but I’m still hitting the clubs.”

  Dak nodded. “Notice that she’s completely hair free in her vaginal area. Now mind you, that bit of grooming is up to the Dom or Domme.”

  “And what do you like?” Cress asked.

  “Completely shaved or the landing strip. Can’t do the whole Seventies, full-on hair pie thing.”

  Cress laughed and playfully slapped Dak’s arm.

  “And finally, the footwear. Shoes can be important to a scene. Since we’ll be standing during most of this, I would want her to keep on her sexy shoes.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. And that brings me to the next topic: addresses. During the scene, I’m going to call her Mouse. That’s her BDSM name. She’s going to call me either Sir or Master Dak. Anything else or less will cause me to discipline her.”

  Cressida chewed her lower lip.

  “She looks scared,” Rebekah finally said. “I guess she knows how rough you are.”

  “So she does speak.” Cress nodded. “Don’t worry about me, honey. I like it rough.” She winked.

  Dak walked outside of the cell doors and lowered a vertical bar over Cress’s head. As though on automatic pilot, Cress raised her hands in the air.

  “This is a vertical bar.” Dak noticed how Rebekah rolled her eyes. He said, “I attach my submissive to the bar, then raise her enough so that her feet barely touch the floor.” After cuffing her, he went back to the control panel and raised Cress up so that her heels came off the floor. “Mouse, tell Rebekah how you feel.”

  “So far, great. The wrist restraints are soft inside so it doesn’t cut me off at my wrist. I can balance myself on my toes or”—she raised her feet—“Master Dak can push me back and forth so that I’m swinging.”

  To illustrate the point, he gave her a gentle push, one that sent her careening close to Rebekah, so much so Rebekah felt the need to tilt her head back. Dak stopped Cress’s swinging action and stilled her in the center of the room.

  Dak showed off the panic clips on the wrist straps. Cress showed her how to operate them, but from the way Rebekah kept turning her head away, he didn’t think she understood the lesson. If she didn’t pick this up, Rebekah would be punished.

  Dak hadn’t added any more wood to the stove, but he certainly felt hot all of a sudden. He removed his flannel shirt so that he just had on a white tank, jeans, and his work boots. If it got any hotter in the room, he would be doing this BDSM lesson naked. Wouldn’t be the first time.

  “The first thing I want to show you is flogging.” He picked up a flogger he’d made several years ago, but held a soft spot in his heart.

  Made of deer hide, the falls dangling from the braided handle had become soft from multiple uses. To give them extra sting, he’d tied knots down sections of the strands.

  He held up the toy to Rebekah first. “This is a flogger that I made. Touch it.” He held the straps over Rebekah’s bound hand.

  She made no motion to touch it or even acknowledge that it existed. So he brushed the flogger over her hand and up her arm, over her face and head, then down her other arm to her other hand.

  “See how soft that is?” He waited for Rebekah to say or do anything, but she wouldn’t. “If I wanted to really hurt her, I have one made out of chains.”

  “And that won’t hurt her?” Rebekah finally asked.

  Dak didn’t mind that she’d asked a question. Her curiosity showed her interest. He moved away from her and returned to Cressida.

  “No, the way I do it, it won’t hurt her.” Dak positioned Cress so that she stood with her side facing Rebekah. “And if I do go too far, I know when to stop with a safe word. Today’s safe word will be ‘blue.’”

  “No!”

  Both Dak and Cress stared at Rebekah when she screamed.

  “Not that word. Anything but that word. Please.” She blinked, then turned her head.

  “Okay, let’s make ‘red’ the word. Does the word ‘red’ please everyone?” Dak kept staring at Rebekah, who would only steal little glances at him.

  “I’m fine with it, Dak, um, Sir.” Cress shrugged as though not knowing what to say during this tense scene.

  Dak wanted to make sure Rebekah could see him throw the flogger and Cress’s reaction. After touching her back to gauge his arm length versus her position, he took a couple of steps back. He swung the flogger back and forth. Then he wondered at what point his heartbeat had become so loud in his head.

  After the third big swing, he let the straps land on Cress’s upper bac
k and slide down to her amazingly taut ass. The sound when it connected with her back brought back fond memories of a life Dak once had enjoyed. He didn’t know what Rebekah thought, but the thud sounded like music to his ears.

  “Ooh, thank you, Sir.” Cress writhed, then stood up taller.

  Dak continued smacking her back in different areas, but never too low. He hadn’t been so far removed from the Lifestyle to forget how to protect his submissive when in a scene.

  When he had struck Cress enough, Dak stopped. “Take a look.” As Cress panted, he held her shoulders and turned her around so that her back faced Rebekah now.

  A combination of light pink marks mixed with darker ones lined Cress’s petite back all the way down to the middle of her back.

  “This is what we call warming the skin. I flogged her enough for her to get the feeling and like it. If she wanted me to go harder, I could.” Dak touched Cress’s back.

  His friend flinched under his hand, but not like he’d hurt her, not the way she mewled at the connection. Her skin felt hot to the touch. Oh, Cress had been properly prepared.

  “Do you want it harder?” Dak whispered in Cress’s ear.

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Dak put her back in her original position. After a couple of swings, he landed the flogger harder on Cress’s back. When she flinched, coupled with a yelp, Dak felt something he hadn’t in a long, long time. His cock started to throb.

  Oh, God, not now.

  He resumed the flogging, hitting her in her upper back, then down to her ass, where he started hitting her sideways.

  “A good Dom or Domme always makes sure that they don’t hit you where the tail end of the flogger or cane or whip goes around the body.” Dak kept his gaze on Cress as he spoke to Rebekah, hoping that she heard his lessons. “That’s called wrapping. Depending on where you’re hit, it could be very dangerous to you. If you encounter a Dom or Domme like that, you have the right to call your safe word and even stop playing. As a submissive, you still have control of your body.”

  Dak whispered to Cress, urging her to spread her feet apart. She did so and gripped the wrist restraints more. He took a couple of swings with his arm, then smacked her in between her legs.

  Cress released a long, low moan. “Thank you, Master Dak!”

  Her reaction made Dak’s dick pulsate even more. He turned his back on Rebekah to keep her from seeing his burgeoning erection as he continued flogging Cress’s pussy. With each smack, Cress’s body shook more and more. He paused for a moment before continuing the assault and noticed a couple of drops from her shaved vagina.

  Damn, he’d forgotten one thing: drop cloths.

  Before going to the canes, Dak threw the flogger down and picked up a few long, purple feathers. He dusted them down Cress’s back and over her backside in a long, fluid motion. Cress reacted as though she’d been flogged. Her body twitched and curved as she tugged on the restraints.

  Dak moved the feather to the front of her body, brushing her breasts and her stomach, while he picked up two thin bamboo canes with his other hand.

  Cress kept her eyes closed as he set down the feathers, then stalked around her with canes in hand. He stood next to her and like a drummer pounding out a steady rhythm, he drummed the canes over her ass cheeks in balanced, alternating hits, making sure not to move over so much that it wrapped around her body.

  “Oh! Yes! More!” Cress curved her back as much as she could.

  “Tell me if it’s too much.” Like Dak needed to tell Cress that. He said it so that Rebekah would know that it would be okay to give the safe word at any time during play.

  Without missing a beat, Dak brought the two canes up to Cress’s upper back and did the same beating motion there. He’d already worked it over with the flogger so that area should have been ultrasensitive and aching for more sensation.

  Cress screamed in ecstasy. If he knew his dear friend from all of the times he’d played with her, Dak could get her to come very soon.

  Dak moved the canes down on her other ass cheek and gave it the same treatment as the first. With his back to Rebekah, he took a moment to glance over his shoulder to see her reaction.

  Rebekah stared at his back. He wondered what entranced her. When her gaze moved up to meet his, she turned away first. If she hadn’t, Dak didn’t know if he could have continued the connection.

  Wearing one of Dak’s white T-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants, she couldn’t be described as alluring…until he noticed her dark areolas through the top and how hard her nipples had become.

  The distraction shifted him off his game and he missed his mark on one of the cane hits. Instead of trying to cover up the error, Dak placed the canes back down, stood behind Cress, and wrapped his arms around her body.

  His hands covered her small breasts. He didn’t want to break out the nipple clamps just yet, but he did want to do some breast play. He squeezed Cressida’s nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs.

  On the side of her face away from Rebekah, he whispered in her ear, “You’re doing great.”

  “I…I…could say the same for you, too.” Cress pulled up a jittery smile as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder.

  Dak pulled her nipples forward, making Cress moan. He felt her body shaking. He knew he had her on the edge. Letting her breasts go, Dak came around to the front of her body. He picked up something the electronic stores labeled as a back and neck massager, but Dak used for a much better purpose.

  He turned on the white wand with the large, rounded head. With one hand on Cress’s breast, he used the other to slide the vibrating device between her legs. Thank God, Dak had no neighbors who lived close to him. He would have been reported to the cops for sure from all of Cress’s screaming.

  Dak did his level best to get her to come. Cress being a good submissive, he knew she would wait until given permission.

  “You come when I say you can, okay?” Dak said it loud enough for Rebekah to hear him.

  Cressida nodded. With her head bowed, she undulated her hips to work in concert with Dak’s motion, moving the wand back and forth over her clit and pussy opening. Her wetness sounded over the toy, echoing in the small space.

  “Now, Mouse!”

  Cressida let out a low scream as she got up on her tiptoes. Her body convulsed while Dak continued his motion. When she slowed her motions to an eventual stop and flopped her head back, he gave her a sweet kiss at the hollow of her neck.

  He dropped the device and went to the chair outside of the cell. He grabbed a mink blanket that he knew would feel heavenly against Cress’s skin right now. As he wrapped one arm around her body, he used his other hand to activate the panic releases on both wrists.

  Dak caught Cress before she collapsed onto the floor. After he swaddled her like a baby, he carried her to a chair outside of the cell. While he cradled her in his lap, he rocked her back and forth.

  “You did an amazing job, Cress,” he whispered. “You haven’t lost your touch.”

  “Neither have you.” She peered up. “I could have gone on for longer if you would have let me.”

  Dak glanced at Rebekah. He didn’t know if doing a long session would be good for her to see and experience. Breaking demonstrations up into smaller sessions might be better for her.

  “Maybe another time. I still have your number.”

  Dak stared at his trembling hand. He’d gotten through his first scene in years. He hadn’t played with anyone in that time since the last time he’d played with Lil’ Mary.

  No one had been physically hurt during this session, although he had made a few missteps here and there. Hopefully Rebekah wouldn’t have noticed. He really hoped she understood that he performed a demonstration. He didn’t want or need a full-time gig.

  Stroking Cress’s back, Dak wondered what kind of number he’d just done on Rebekah. Why did she have an aversion to using the word “blue” as a safe word? Did she like what she saw or did she hate the scene?
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  Rebekah sat in her cell alone with the door locked after Dak undid her handcuffs once the session ended. She rubbed her wrists as she replayed certain moments over in her mind.

  Rebekah had been flogged before by Master Blade. She just never knew that she could enjoy it. Certainly this Mouse woman had loved it, even begged for more.

  As far as the caning itself, it surprised her to see a Dom using two canes at the same time. Dak had done two other things that had her thinking. First he’d carried Mouse in that heavy blanket and held her for what seemed like eternity. Rebekah couldn’t imagine getting that type of care and compassion after such an intense session, especially if he stared at her throughout with those magnetic blue eyes and talked to her with his deep baritone voice.

  Rebekah also couldn’t believe that while Mouse straightened herself up and before Dak had released Rebekah from the cuffs, he’d come back to the room and cleaned the spot where Mouse had dripped.

  What Dom does that? Master Blade would have made her clean the spot or had Mouse do it. What kind of Dom category did Dak fall into, some New Age Dom?

  Rebekah heard the front door close, and she stood from her bed. She padded to the cell door and waited to hear something. From the sound of the refrigerator door opening and dishes being rattled around, Rebekah assumed Dak had reentered the kitchen.

  She glanced back at the clock on the wall and noticed the late hour. She turned back to the steps when she heard him descending them. With him, he brought a tray with a steaming bowl of soup, a plate with steak, a baked potato, and string beans, and a piece of apple pie. First Dak weakened her knees with the BDSM show and now this incredible spread.

  “Dinner.” He sat the tray down on a small table next to the door. “You get the food when you do one thing.”

  “What’s that?” She licked her lips. Her stomach growled like it screamed for her to shut up and do whatever he wanted her to do.

  “We need to establish some ground rules. Whenever I come into the room, I want you on your knees. In the morning, I want you to bow to me. Throughout the day, you can just be on your knees without putting your head to the floor. Then at the end of the day, you will bow again to me. Do you understand?”