Yes Master: Submission Erotica

by Megan West

  He was one of the most gorgeous men that Katherine had ever seen, except perhaps the one standing behind her now. In truth, there was hardly any comparison. Andrew was clean-cut, collected, a sharply dressed businessman.

  The man on stage was anything but lean. His abdomen was flat and carved, his legs thick trunks of muscle. Katherine was sure she couldn’t have wrapped half of her hand around his bicep. He had thick hair that fell to his shoulders, and his eyes were a piercing green.

  “They choose men built like that on purpose,” Andrew whispered. “It’s much more enjoyable to watch a man of that size be subdued by your friend, there.”

  Katherine had to admit that even in her heels, Bethany was dwarfed by the man. The heels put her closer to his height, her nose perhaps coming to his collarbone, but her body looked remarkably thin and frail in comparison. That was, until she uncoiled the whip and cracked it, the muscles in her arm suddenly visible as she snapped the heavy leather.

  The man bent his head, backing up and turning to face away from the audience, facing the wooden St. Andrew’s cross. Bethany reached up, buckling the leather cuffs around his wrists and bending down to fasten them around his ankles, His feet were pressed flat against the stone, his body spread out into an X shape. Katherine could see his balls hanging, heavy between his legs. His cock was half stiff, daring to go erect.

  Bethany took a step back and cracked the whip again. The man’s muscles tensed, his ass flexing. There was an appreciative murmur from the crowd. Katherine was staring, unbelieving. It was so strange to see her friend up there, about to whip a chained man.

  She took a few more steps back, and then she struck him for the first time, the heavy whip connecting with the flesh of his back. The man was silent, his hands fisting against the wood, but he was otherwise motionless. While the cane had left thin marks on the girl, the whip left thick red welts along the length of the man’s back, glowing in the light against his tanned skin. The audience could see the muscles in Bethany’s back and arms flex as she struck again, rocking in her stilettos with the aggressive motion of the whip.

  They could all see how deceptively frail her physique was. She seemed entirely capable now of subduing the monster of a man. Her eyes narrowed, her full lips pursed in concentration as she struck three more times, hitting each time in a precise spot across his shoulders and back.

  The man’s muscles were tensing, his body shifting a bit now as he took the blows of the whip, the welts rising up thickly in succession. Bethany worked her way methodically down his back, leaving a similar pattern to the one the man before had left on the girl bent over the bench.

  Katherine shifted her weight again, some of her arousal leaving her. She wasn’t getting the same effect from seeing the man’s back whipped, although she could definitely appreciate the sight of his thick muscles in his back and ass flexing as he took each hit. But Andrew was still touching her, his hands sliding over her waist and hips, his body pressing closely to hers. She felt her body soften against him, leaning into his touch, the heat building in her core again.

  The whip now focused squarely on the man’s ass, only the tip of the whip hitting him, leaving small, sharp marks behind. Bethany moved her target, this time striking the man’s thigh, the whip coiling around it and then pulling free with a sharp hiss. The man groaned as she worked her way down his leg, leaving circles of red in her wake. She repeated the pattern with the other leg. He rose up on his tippy toes as if on cue, and Bethany quickly, in succession, snapped the tip of the whip against the soles of his feet. The man groaned aloud, and the crowd breathed in.

  She pulled the whip in, coiling it in her hand, and approached the man.

  “Is she done already?” Katherine whispered.

  “She’s only turning him around,” Andrew said. Katherine shifted against him, and she could feel that his erection had subsided. She remembered him saying that he had submissives. She supposed that a dominatrix wasn’t his kink, precisely. Feeling suddenly brave, she arched against him, pressing her ass into him. Andrew breathed in sharply, his fingers clutching on her waist.

  “You little vixen,” he hissed, bringing his mouth to her neck, brushing them against her, and then biting her, very softly, sending a short spark of pain over her nerves.

  To Katherine’s surprise, it quickly turned into pleasure. Her head dropped back a little, her hips arching against him as she watched Bethany unbuckle the man and he turned.

  The crowd gasped, including Katherine. The man was hard as a rock, his impressive erection jutting out towards the audience. “He’s actually enjoying that,” Katherine breathed.

  Bethany buckled him into his restraints again, and stepped back to her previous position, uncoiling her whip again. The man’s eyes were calm, his breathing heavy. The whip flung out, struck him on the upper arm, coiling around it before yanking free. She repeated the action with the other arm. He moaned loud and heavy with heated breath.

  The next stroke went across his chest. The tip of the whip struck his nipples, one and then the other. He shuddered, his muscles going taut. Katherine breathed in, feeling suddenly aroused by the sight of the man, his body hard, his erection throbbing. He was clearly taking a great amount of pleasure in the beating, and while she still didn’t understand it, it was undeniably turning her on.

  Andrew was responding to her lust, pressing into her, his cock hard against her, his breath coming quickly alongside her ear. “I’m going to take you out of here when they’re finished,” he promised, his hand curving around her hip, his fingers pressing into the ridge of her hipbone. A shiver raced up her back as she thought he might reach a little further down between her legs.

  “And you’re going to fuck me?” Katherine asked teasingly, shocked at her own forwardness, and simultaneously enjoying it.

  “Maybe,” he hissed darkly. “Or perhaps I’ll just tease you, endlessly.”

  Her body tightened all over his words, and she could feel herself getting wet. She was aching, her nipples hard as diamonds, rubbing against the inside of her bra. She clenched her thighs tightly together as she tried to wrestler her urges under control.

  On stage, Bethany was working her way down the man’s body, her strokes getting harder and closer together as they wove their way down his torso. She took a step back and snapped the whip out in a straight line, so that the tip struck the man in the abdomen, just above his cock. He moaned, his hips jutting out, his erection pulsing visibly. Katherine wondered if he would come, the way the woman had. She fixated on his cock twitching from Bethany’s teasing whips.

  Bethany snapped the whip again, this time striking the cut ‘v’ of muscle on either side of his groin. His cock seemed to throb even harder, if that was possible. She repeated the strikes she had done on his legs, hitting perfectly between the marks she’d left before, until his legs were glowing red. She snapped the whip up once again, the first inch or so coiling tightly around his dick, and she tugged, drawing the man forward by his erection until he was tight against his bonds, his head thrown back, moaning, obviously aching for release.

  Then she let the whip uncoil, drew it back up into her hand, and turned to face the crowd, giving a slight bow before turning to stalk offstage. The man was left, hard and tethered, with no release. The crowd clapped anyway, cheering loudly.

  “Why didn’t she let him finish?” Katherine asked.

  Andrew shrugged. “It’s up to the master to decide if the slave gets to have an orgasm or not. Evidently she decided not to. It’s better for the show, too. Everyone loves a hard cock, the aftermath isn’t really that exciting, and it’s messy. Better to leave that visual.” He gestured to the man onstage, his body reddened and sweating, his erection bobbing in front of him as the slave girls unbuckled his restraints and led him offstage. Several women close to the stage reached out, trying to touch him as he was ushered back through the heavy door.

  Katherine was turning back to Andrew, about to ask if he was ready to go, when one of the slav
e girls in the leather straps approached her. “Miss?”

  Katherine blinked at her. “Um, yes?”

  “Mistress Venus has asked if you would like to join her backstage. You may bring your friend.” The girl looked up at Andrew with obvious admiration.

  Katherine glanced at Andrew, who looked suddenly very intrigued. Before she had a chance to answer, Andrew grasped her hand and nodded. “We would be pleased to accept Mistress Venus’ invitation,” he said firmly.

  Katherine, still dizzy with whisky and lust, shrugged her shoulders. May as well. The night can’t possibly get any stranger, can it?

  ***

  They followed the girl through the heavy wooden door, down another steep set of stone stairs. It led into a basement with a thickly carpeted floor, which Katherine instantly felt her heels sink down into, causing her to lean into Andrew. There were plush couches scattered around the giant room, along with some of the equipment she’d seen on stage—an iron lattice with whips, belts and canes attached to it, a padded bench, and a smaller version of the wooden cross. There was a door to the left, and Katherine wondered where it led to.

  The room was lit by candles and a crackling fireplace. As her eyes adjusted she took in the view. The man who was master of the girl in the gold chain was reclining on the couch, his shirt fully unbuttoned, revealing a hard, muscled chest. His leather pants were undone, his cock out, hard and thick. The girl was kneeling between his legs, still wearing nothing but her chain and collar, watching as he ran his hand up and down his shaft. Bethany was lounging on a nearby couch, watching idly. Her slave was kneeling on the floor next to her, his erection having subsided to half-mast.

  Andrew came up behind Katherine. “If you will let me,” he murmured, “I can show you what that woman up on the stage felt. I can show you pleasure you’ve never imagined.” His voice was low and husky in her ear, with a note of pleading. She could tell he wanted her badly.

  “I don’t know if I would like that…the cane, I mean,” Katherine whispered, still watching the man and the girl.

  “I wouldn’t use a cane on you. Not your first time. Something…easier. Will you trust me?”

  Katherine looked around the room. Bethany had gotten up off of the couch, and was walking towards her.

  “Kat, I’m glad you made it. Who is your friend?”

  “Bethany, this is Andrew Blake.”

  Bethany’s eyes widened, but she only put out her hand, shaking his. “It’s very nice to meet you, Andrew.”

  “It’s good to meet you, Mistress Venus.” There was a note of teasing in his voice.

  “Call me Bethany,” she laughed, the smile on her face strangely at odds with her outfit and makeup. “Did you enjoy the show?”

  “Indeed,” he replied. “It was definitely one of the best I’ve seen.”

  “And you, Kat?”

  Katherine smiled weakly. “It was…different.” She smiled again, this time more firmly. “I did enjoy it,” she admitted.

  “Good.” Bethany gestured around the room. “We come down here after the show to…enjoy ourselves. I saw you and Andrew from the stage.” She smiled wickedly. “I thought you might…have fun.”

  Katherine blinked, suddenly realizing fully what was going on. “Is there going to be some kind of orgy?”

  Bethany laughed. “Well, Master Thomas is certainly enjoying his slave. And I will probably ask mine to entertain me shortly. You and Andrew are also welcome to them if you like, or you can keep to each other if you prefer.” She grabbed Katherine’s hand reassuringly. “You can relax here, Kat. No one is watching you or judging you, and no one will ever say anything about what happens in here.” She smiled. “I think if what I have heard is any indication, Andrew will take good care of you.”

  Katherine breathed out slowly. Fuck it, she thought suddenly. When would she find herself in the basement of a sex club again, surrounded by beautiful people, being courted by a man who wanted to show her things she hadn’t even thought of before tonight?

  Bethany had gone back to the couch, and Andrew moved in front of Katherine. He stroked her cheek softly with his thumb, and leaned in to kiss her softly. “Do you trust me?” he asked again.

  She breathed in, and nodded. “Yes. I trust you.”

  “Alright then.” He smiled. “Your safe word is blue. If you want me to stop altogether, say it and I will stop immediately. If you only need me to ease up, say pink.”

  “Blue, pink.” Katherine repeated. “Okay.”

  Andrew kissed her again, this time more deeply. His hand threaded into her hair, tugging softly. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips, pressing against them, and she opened her mouth, letting him slide inside. His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair, the kiss hard and deep. She pressed herself against him, her hands on his waist.

  He pulled away and walked around her, his fingers smoothing over her shoulders. She could see the girl in the gold chain lean forwards on her knees, her master’s cock in her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down and her hand cupped between his legs. The man’s head had fallen back, resting against the cushions as his slave pleasured him.

  Bethany was slowly running her fingers through her slave’s hair, the fingers of her other hand idly brushing against her inner thigh. She seemed to be in no hurry.

  Andrew reached for Katherine’s zipper, tugging it down slowly, the fingers of his other hand brushing along the skin as it was exposed. She shivered, her senses quickly becoming overloaded. The air was warm and thick, perfumed with the scents that the four others and underneath it the heavy musk of arousal. He reached for her straps, pushing them off of her shoulders, and then the dress over her hips, letting it fall to the floor.

  Bethany’s slave had shifted, moving between her spread knees. She reached for the hidden zipper on the side of her latex shorts, and pushed them down, the slave taking the material when it reached mid-thigh and pulling it down the rest of the way. She was wearing a black silk thong under them, and at a nod from her, the slave bent forward, pushing the fabric aside and moving to his task. Bethany moaned softly, a small, breathy gasp as she relaxed into the couch. One of her hands idly played with the slave’s hair as he went down on her.

  Andrew undid the clasp of Katherine’s bra, pushing it off of her, his hands reaching around to grasp her breasts. He toyed gently with the nipples, tugging and pinching at them until she gasped, then moaned, increasing the pressure until she squealed sharply. Her nipples budded into tight pebbles as he rolled his thumb against them. He grasped her hip with one hand, pulling her back against him. He was hard against her.

  “See what you do to me?” he whispered huskily, grinding his erection against her.

  He reached for the material of her panties, tugging them down over her hips. “Put your hands on your head and spread your legs shoulder-width,” he ordered, heading to the lattice.

  Katherine’s heart raced as she watched him, wondering what he would choose. He took down a thick leather belt, folding it over in his hand as he walked back toward her. Her eyes had widened, but she made no sound.

  “Trust me,” he repeated, and then stood behind her. She saw the man watching her as the slave girl eagerly sucked him, his gaze appreciative as it swept over Katherine’s body. Bethany was oblivious, panting softly as her slave worked enthusiastically, the sounds of his efforts audible in the room.

  Andrew drew his arm back and smacked Katherine’s ass with the belt, once. She rocked forwards, her stance keeping her upright. She breathed in with a slight hiss of air. It hurt, though not as much as she had expected. He did it again, this time striking the other cheek. The blow stung, but to her amazement, she felt herself growing wet, the dampness sticky on her inner thighs. Two more, and she was gasping, her eyes prickling, but at the same time she was aching with desire.

  “Ten strokes total,” he told her. “How many was that?”

  “Three,” she answered.

  He hit her again, much harder. �
�How many was that?” he snapped. Katherine looked at the man across the room, and saw him mouth a word.

  “That was four…master.”

  Andrew’s voice was thick with lust. “Good girl.”

  He struck her again. Five.

  The slave’s hands were on Bethany’s thighs, and suddenly she gripped his hair, moaning as her hips arched up, her hand pressing his face down against her. Her back arched, hard, and she trembled all over, before she finally released him. Both of them were gasping. The slave was allowed a moment to recover before she leaned back.

  “Again,” she instructed. Katherine saw the slaves shift, and saw that his cock was hard again, red and throbbing. She felt a little sorry for him. She wondered if Bethany would let him get off, before the night was over.