A Shock for Master Angus [Prometheus in Chains 10] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Clair de Lune

  “Are there many Doms with collared subs?”

  “Oh yes and some are married. Master Prometheus is to marry soon. Masters Eric, Angus, Llewellyn, and Torquil are all in permanent relationships or married. None of them have sex with anyone but their wives or partners.”

  “It doesn’t sound like much fun here then,” Anna remarked.

  “Oh it is. There are plenty of Doms amongst the other members who are willing to fuck.”

  “Didn’t someone say there is a Domme, too?”

  “Mistress Catriona. She’s a rope-Top and very skilled, but she has a sub, Angel. She’ll do scenes but no sex either.”

  They were getting off the topic that interested Lennox now, so he took a hand.

  “Are Masters Angus and Prometheus in the club tonight?”

  “Yes, over there. The kilted man is Master Angus.” Lennox heard the sigh in her voice. He turned to look and held his breath. The man was six five with short, silver-gray hair and heavy eyebrows that almost met in the middle. He had deep-blue eyes and long lashes. He had high cheek-bones with a strong jaw and nose. He was certainly a striking man if not conventionally handsome. He looked magnificent in full highland dress, and he had his arm around Jane. Yes that was definitely the man. Better be careful not to stand next to him with Jane about. Would it be a good idea to engineer a meeting? Was it too early for that? The best thing to do was watch and see.

  An hour later, after watching various scenes with Anna and keeping a surreptitious eye on Master Angus and Jane, Lennox came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t be able to get near Jane without Angus being present. She was very rarely absent from his side. Lennox couldn’t risk letting Jane see him and Angus together, yet. She was already wondering about him, and he couldn’t afford to awaken her suspicions or worse still, Angus’s. He would have to think again. He noticed a sharp-faced man watching Anna.

  “Who is the Dom in the leathers with all the chains on them?”

  The other subs looked round at the Dom.

  “He must be new. I’ve not seen him around before. I don’t like the look of him. He looks mean. He must be okay, I suppose. Master Eric vets everyone very carefully,” a male sub said.

  Lennox hoped that Master Eric’s vetting would reveal nothing untoward about him, but he could think of nothing that would show up on a search.

  The strains of Cream’s “White Room” played over the loud speakers had everyone standing up and heading for the locker rooms.

  “Do you have a car, or can I see you home, Anna?”

  “I have my car here. Will you be here tomorrow?”

  “Yes, would you like a lift?”

  “I think it’s a bit early for that. Maybe we can share a car when we know each other better.”

  “Okay then. Good night and I’ll see you here tomorrow.”

  So far his plans were going well.

  Chapter Three

  The next evening when Lennox got to the club, Anna was sitting in the subs’ area chatting to Angel. Lennox didn’t quite know what to do. This could be an awkward situation. At work, Angel was his boss. Here in the club, in theory, Angel was a sub and Lennox a Dom, but Angel was so well-established and well-respected that Lennox felt at a disadvantage. Angel was slim, and bronzed. His wasn’t the fake bronze of a tan or sun bed, but the golden skin of the Mediterranean. He was not over muscled, but he was hard and firm, with not an ounce of flab anywhere. His shoulders were wide and his waist and hips were narrow. His stomach was flat and taut. His golden hair was long and wavy, growing down to his shoulders. He was dressed in nothing but a leather thong, and Lennox didn’t know where to look. He needn’t have worried. Angel was perfectly at ease.

  “Hello, how do you like the club?” Angel asked

  “I like it a lot. It’s not quite what I expected though,” Lennox replied.

  “How do you mean?” Anna asked

  “Well, it’s not like a dungeon for a start,” Lennox said.

  “Master Torquil’s dungeon is in the basement,” Angel said.

  Lennox saw Anna’s eyes grow round with curiosity.

  “What goes on down there?” she asked.

  “Mostly punishments. Torquil is very inventive. There he is now.”

  Lennox and Anna looked round. Master Torquil towered over most people. He had a broad frame and heavily muscled chest. The Celtic tattoos on his upper body were unusual and striking. His face was classically beautiful with high cheekbones and sensual mouth, together with a long, straight nose. He was dressed in the typical leathers and wore a highly polished pair of Doc Martens boots. He looked frightening. He was speaking to the Dom with all the chains. Lennox thought the man must be okay if Master Torquil knew him.

  “I don’t think I want to get to know him,” Anna said, shuddering.

  “Angel, time for the demonstration now.” A striking Domme came over. She had long, straight, dark-chestnut hair with red highlights in it. Her eyes were large and blue-gray. She had a heart-shaped face, high cheek-bones, and rosy cheeks with a wide and generous mouth. She was slim and her curvaceous form was displayed to perfection in an emerald green form-hugging corset.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Anna watched as Angel rose to his feet and walked swiftly over to his Mistress. Lennox heard Anna’s breath hitch as they kissed, in as blatant a display of lust and possession on both sides as he’d ever seen. He would have expected the Domme to take charge and for a moment, as she took hold of Angel by the neck and pulled him to her, it looked as if she were doing. However as Angel’s mouth closed over hers the Domme moaned in pleasure and wriggled closer to him, almost submissive in her stance. Lennox was puzzled and resolved to record his feelings and questions about the pair in his journal. If anyone could clear things up for him it would be Master Llewellyn. Lennox had the feeling that not much escaped his training Dom. Things didn’t become clearer when they parted and the Domme said,

  “Come with me now, Angel.”

  “As you wish, Mistress.”

  Anna got up to follow them. Lennox went with her. They were not the only ones. The sharp-faced Dom with all the chains on his leathers went, too, but he seemed to have taken the hint and kept away from Anna. Now his sights were on a different woman. She was five feet ten with an hour-glass figure. Her hair was long and straight, reaching to her shoulders, a strawberry blonde with streaks of purple. Bright purple varnish on fingers and toes matched the purple of her thong and bustier, which barely concealed her swelling breasts. Her eyes had the most startling make up. Deep purple lids then black spider webs were drawn from her lids to her brows and below on her cheeks. She looked amazing. She had three piercings on each ear and one on her left eyebrow. The tattoos on her arms of Celtic symbols matched the whole. She was very beautiful, and Lennox thought she could do much better than the mean-faced Dom. He thought he’d seen her with Angus and Jane. He soon forgot her and the Dom as they got to the raised area in time to secure a good vantage point.

  They watched the demonstration of CBT in appreciative silence.

  “That was incredible,” Anna said. “I wonder if it’s more intense because of their close connection?”

  “We can talk about it later. We shall certainly have something to write in our journals tonight,” he added.

  * * * *

  Master Llewellyn was pleasantly surprised to read two detailed journals. He’d expected Anna’s to be correct but not Lennox’s. The CBT that Catriona had demonstrated the evening before had made quite an impression on him, to Llewellyn’s amusement, much more than any other scene he’d witnessed. He wrote a long and detailed account of it and his reactions to the scene. There was hope for him after all. After the previous session, Llewellyn had been all but sure that Lennox wouldn’t return to the club. Some of the answers he’d given were perfunctory and seemed to be what he thought Llewellyn wanted to hear, rather than his own genuine reactions and thoughts. Then Anna and Lennox had spent the previous evening in the club and witnessed a few sce
nes. None had made such an impression as Mistress Catriona with Angel. Both of his pupils had recognised that the strong bond between the two of them made the scene more intense for participants and observers alike. They had both wondered in their accounts what Mistress Catriona got out of it.

  Lennox was the first to arrive.

  “I’ve read your journal, and it shows promise.”

  “Thank you, Master Llewellyn. I did enjoy the scenes yesterday.”

  “Yes, that part of your journal is filled in with great care and in detail. I wanted your impressions and got them. What I didn’t get and will have is your motivation for wanting instruction in BDSM. What you think it is and what you are looking to get from it. You can do that for next time.”

  “Yes, Sir, I will.”

  “Are you interested in Kinbaku then?”

  “I’m really not sure. I enjoyed watching the CBT but wouldn’t like to have that done to me.”

  “Well now that’s not likely as you are a Dom. You could ask Catriona to do it to you to see how it feels if you want to.” Llewellyn laughed as Lennox grimaced. “No? Well Catriona will be doing a different demonstration tonight, and one I’d like you to watch.”

  “I like bondage, but Kinbaku seems awfully complicated and some of it is dangerous.”

  “Quite a lot of it is dangerous. So are other things that we do. The best way forward is to go very slowly, practise what you’ve been taught. Observe as much as you can and ask questions. Never attempt more than you are comfortable with. If you find you are interested in Kinbaku, Mistress Catriona will answer any questions you might have about it. She has classes, too, which you’d be well advised to attend before attempting anything yourself.”

  Anna arrived just then, rushing in and looking shame-faced.

  “You’re late. I don’t tolerate lateness. Strip and get over the spanking bench.”

  Anna hurried out of her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor, and bent herself over the bench and gripped the rings.

  “Well, what a mess you’ve made on the floor. Get up. Fold your clothes neatly and place them on the chair over there then return to the bench.”

  Anna did as she was bid as quickly as she could. Llewellyn took up a paddle and administered a hearty swat to Anna’s bottom. She cried out and began to get up.

  “I can see we need to restrain you. Lennox, come over here. Put that cuff on her left wrist like this.” Llewellyn buckled the leather cuff on her right wrist and showed Lennox how to ensure it wasn’t too tight, then watched as Lennox put the cuff on her left hand and tested it. Then they attached the cuffs to the restraints on the bench.

  “As you moved out of place, I shall begin again.”

  Llewellyn wielded the paddle four more times then handed it to Lennox. Anna was crying by this time, and Lennox took a halfhearted swat at her bottom.

  “Man, oh man, some Dom you’ll be. Lay it on again.”

  Lennox swatted her harder this time, and apparently Llewellyn was satisfied. He caressed her bottom, and she moaned, pressing her behind into his hands.

  “See, Lennox. It may have been a punishment spanking, but she enjoyed it, didn’t you, cariad?”

  “Yes, Master Llewellyn, I did.”

  “Well why is she crying then?”

  “Release. She’s done wrong, she’s been punished, and now it’s forgotten. It won’t be mentioned again, unless she decides to make a habit out of it.”

  He undid the restraints, and Anna got to her feet. He handed her a tissue, and she smiled at him.

  “Thank you, Master Llewellyn.”

  “As for Mistress Catriona, you must both ask her what she gets out of it. I think that if you consider what you saw and remember they are life partners, you may realise what it means to her. Then you can go and ask her and check that you are right. When you’ve done it, you can write it up in your journal. I shall be interested to see what you deduce and if it’s correct. Tonight I’m going to go over the forms you’ve filled in to make sure that you understand exactly what was meant by each and every choice you’ve made, what you’d like to do, and what you wouldn’t. I want to clarify what exactly you think you have chosen.”

  Llewellyn knew they wouldn’t be keen on it, but it was his way, and they’d put up with it. About an hour later they had gone over every decision, changing some, but they knew exactly what their choices meant. Hard and soft limits were now clear to them. The section on beating had given most difficulty and the words “hard” and “soft” were discussed and meant different things to all of them. In the end Anna chose “soft.” Llewellyn said if she wanted harder she could ask for it. Anna suffered from mild claustrophobia so had chosen no hoods but looked horrified that she had neglected to decline mummification absolutely.

  “You must not rush through this from. This is the reason I take a whole class to do it. Some people sit down and after one or two pages just tick boxes with little thought. Some Dom is going to read this, and use it. You have to be sure what you are consenting to. You, Lennox, have to make sure you can handle what you say you will do to subs. It’s of no use to say you will consent to suspension if you have no bloody idea what to do. You can always modify as you learn your preferences and gain skills. Better to start out with a few things you can do well than offer a lot you can’t and injure some sub.”

  Llewellyn decided enough was enough.

  “Go now and play in the club. These forms will stay with me for the present. During the course of your training we will revisit them. Take those journals and keep on filling them in. Remember I want to read about thoughts and feelings when you are outside of the club, too. Now run along and stay out of mischief.”

  Lennox went with Anna to the main room of the club where the Kinbaku demonstration was about to begin. Angel waited in patient silence as Mistress Catriona took out her ropes and checked her safety equipment. It was a routine that Lennox and Anna observed curiously.

  “Does she do that every time I wonder?”

  “I suppose she must. She certainly seems to take safety very seriously from what she said yesterday and what we’ve seen today,” Lennox said, then they both fell silent, as with consummate skill the Domme soon had Angel’s upper body tied in a beautiful wheel back tie. This time his Mistress had used red rope and again the contrast with his body was beautiful.

  “This rope is asanawa, it’s hemp and jute rope, and comes from Japan. Beginners among you will be using the coloured craft rope I have here. It’s softer and runs through the hand easier. If you progress and become more skilful I will trust you with the real thing. Now two people are going to attempt this tie, under my direction. Lennox is a Dom-in-training and Anna a sub. Master Llewellyn has offered your services to me tonight.”

  The familiar guffaw of laughter from the Welsh Dom greeted this sally and Lennox could do nothing but escort Anna to the raised area. His knees were almost knocking together and he could feel Anna trembling as he offered her his arm to step up onto the dais.

  “In a training session an experienced bakushi would usually use asanawa, unless the person she was tying had some sensitivity to it. However, I want you to use a softer cotton rope, Lennox, because it’s easier to handle and runs faster in your hands. This is a tradition that comes from the ancient Japanese martial art of hojojutsu where novices would sometimes use silk rope for practice rather than the coarser hemp usually used. Of course, if you were attempting something like a full or partial suspension then real asanawa would be preferred because of its strength and because it won’t stretch,” Catriona said. She chuckled as she looked at him and Lennox realised his trepidation must have shown clearly on his face.

  “Now take the rope and I will help you to do the tie. Anna turn around and take off your corset. Angel turn your back to her so she can see how your arms are placed. Anna imitate Angel and place your hands like he has done, with the elbows bent and the wrists placed on top of one another with both arms held parallel to the ground.”

 
When all had been done as she directed Catriona turned to Lennox.

  “All of the spokes of the wheel emanate out from the central knot at the back so please keep that centre knot construction tight.”

  Lennox did his best and Catriona nodded as he managed to do as she indicated.

  “In order for the wheel to have a good shape the cords going over your sub’s shoulders and returning under their forearms must be evenly spaced.”

  As she spoke she helped Lennox to so adjust the cords. He found that with her help and guidance he was doing a reasonable job and even enjoying it. Whilst CBT was not what he would want to do and as a Dom he could be asked by a male sub to do it, the intricate ties and the contact with Anna’s body were enjoyable. It was also satisfying to see that he was making a creditable attempt to copy Catriona’s work and he basked in her approval.

  “A very attractive way to create the outer rim of the wheel is by using comma stop knots as you connect the rim ropes to the spokes.” As she spoke she demonstrated the comma stop knots again. Lennox found he could manage to do them and although his finished rim was not so neat as hers it was passable and she smiled encouragingly at him.

  “Very well done, Lennox. I could see you enjoyed that and you have made a very creditable attempt. Master Llewellyn was right, you may well take to Kinbaku yet. Remember this is the first step on a long road and a wise man never thinks he knows everything. There is always a lot to learn.”

  Chapter Four

  As they walked back to the uncollared subs’ area, Lennox noticed that Anna was subdued.

  “What is it, Anna?”

  “I don’t know how I’m to avoid being late again tomorrow. My car broke down, and it’s in the garage for repairs. Well, it’s there really to see if it’s worth repairing or not.”

  “I offered you a lift home yesterday, and I meant it. I can take you home tonight and collect you tomorrow in time for the club. If it’s not fixed by the day after, I will make sure you are here in time for Master Llewellyn’s class. Don’t worry about it.”