Her Master's Heart

by Lawrence Southwick

  Inwardly, Robert sighed. Outwardly, he smiled at her. “Hi. I'm...”

  She interrupted him, “Oh, everyone knows who you are, Master Robert!” Fluttering her eyelashes at him, she licked her lips. “If you ever want someone to play with, please think of me, okay? My name's Petal.”

  She shoved the required paperwork at him to fill out: a confidentiality agreement, injury waiver, etc. Inwardly, he winced.

  Another one. Friggin’ Twinkies are everywhere. Essentially she’s a kid. Jesus, I could actually count her ribs. What a turn off.

  He nodded at her, trying to appear flattered by her pointless offer, still smiling. “Thanks, Petal.”

  He wandered into the main play area of the club, eyeing the buffet, spread out with a variety of finger foods. No. Not hungry.

  His eyes roamed over the playspace, taking in the two St. Andrews crosses, the spanking benches, the whipping post, the stocks and massage tables. Pulsing music bellowed from the many speakers that hung around the room. The area was dark, lit only by scattered colorful spotlights from the twenty-foot ceiling. One entire wall was covered with ten-foot tall mirrors, making the space appear larger than it was, and reflecting the activities being played out in the room. The mirrors allowed many angles of the scenes to be observed.

  Robert saw that Master John, a fellow Dom and frequent participant at Bottoms Up, had brought out his pride and joy, a seven-foot tall monstrosity of a birdcage that was currently positioned in the center of the playspace.

  Gwen was inside, straddling a steel bar that hung from chains. She stood tiptoe on either side of the bar, which was wedged into her most sensitive area. Naked, her hands were cuffed to the bars of the cage, behind her back. John and Elsa were both enjoying tormenting her, using a Wartenberg wheel and a feather, each giving Gwen very different stimuli, obviously driving her crazy.

  John slowly ran the spiky wheel up under Gwen's generous breasts, making her shudder as goosebumps appeared all over her soft flesh. Simultaneously, Elsa tickled Gwen between her legs with the feather, laughing at her fruitless attempts to evade the sensual assault.

  Robert stepped up to the cage. "Mind if I join in the fun?"

  "The more, the merrier," John answered,

  Robert stretched his arm through the bars, and ran his fingers between her sopping wet folds, as Elsa moved her feather to the crease between her ass cheeks. Gwen's shudders and groans increased. It was clear she reveled in the feeling of being utterly helpless and at their mercy.

  Robert pulled his fingers away from her, much to her dismay. She let out an anguished moan at the loss. He licked her juices from his hand.

  Delicious.

  Reaching back down, he pinched Gwen's clit between his fingers, hard. She shrieked and climaxed, jetting her cum all over his hand. He continued lightly teasing her clit until he'd wrung out the last of her intense orgasm. Feeling powerful and aroused, he smiled. Sweet.

  Sobbing and shaking from aftershocks, Gwen leaned into Robert's other hand, as he caressed her face, while John removed the cuffs. Elise opened the cage to free her.

  John draped a blanket over her shoulders as she stepped out from the cage, trying to focus enough to keep her footing, despite her weak and shaky legs. Gwen lifted each of Robert's hands to her lips, kissing them gently. She did the same for John and Elise, each time murmuring, "Thank you."

  Her eyes were glazed over—she seemed quite out of it.

  As a Dom, Robert loved that look on a woman's face. He loved how much a scene could affect a sub. It was more than just physical; it was emotional and even seemed to touch their soul. It was extremely intimate and special for him. He'd always felt privileged to be allowed to take part in helping to guide a woman to that point of consciousness. It took trust and courage from the sub.

  Gwen was not fully aware, due to what she'd just experienced.

  Beautiful.

  She let Elise guide her to a chair, where she sat, dazed, in her own little world. Robert brought her a bottle of water and knelt by her, rubbing her back through the blanket. John spoke to her in low tones. This time, after an extremely arousing scene, was intimate and special for all involved.

  Aftercare was intimate and had a beauty of its own. It could serve to strengthen the connection between Dom and sub, further than the bonds formed during play.

  When Robert turned from Gwen, after devoting several minutes of focusing on her care and comfort, his eyes met an unfamiliar pair of brown eyes, watching him avidly from the chairs at one end of the hall.

  A woman, lush and lovely, sat there, staring at him, chewing her lower lip.

  What? Who?

  The world around him seemed to stop. Caught off guard, Robert’s body froze. Their eyes locked and they shared a moment.

  Robert was mesmerized. She appeared to be exactly the type of woman he'd craved for so long.

  ~~~

  OTHER

  Calfskin gloves covered his hands, as he gripped the steering wheel. He liked the look of them. He liked the feel even more. Soft and sensual, with the smell of skin. Like a woman.

  He watched her as she locked the door of her house behind her. She was always careful.

  She slid behind the wheel of her car, and soon, drove off down the street. He waited a beat, two, three... then followed behind her at a discreet distance. She wasn't likely to notice or to be looking for a tail, but he was taking no chances.

  Where was she going so late on a Saturday night? It wasn't like her to be out on the town, especially at this time of night.

  He eyed the camera in the seat next to him, as well as the gun beside it.

  Just in case.

  When she finally parked her car and walked across the street to a large industrial looking building that was apparently her destination, he was more than a little surprised.

  What the fuck is she doing there? That's a bondage club.

  He was shocked to see her anywhere near this place. He wouldn't have thought she'd even know such places existed in the world. She always looked so prim and proper. She could pass as a school teacher or something like that. His target seemed to have some surprises in her.

  He made sure his camera was ready for when she entered and left the club. He rubbed his gloved hands across his face and breathed the leather scent in, deeply.

  Chapter 5.

  ROBIN

  CRACK!

  The sound of leather striking flesh echoed across the room. Robin could smell the sweat, and the arousal in the air of the bondage club. The scents combined, making an interesting potpourri that affected her both physically and emotionally.

  She'd watched, as a young woman had stripped off her clothes, accepted leather cuffs on her wrists and calmly ascended the whipping post. There, the woman was subjected to a slow warm-up of a leather flogger across her back and buttocks, followed by a thin whip that scored welts across her back. Her shrill screams rang out over the thumping music.

  No one seemed concerned.

  Finally, the man who was beating her stopped. He whispered in her ear and then let her down and led her to a nearby chair. Her eyes looked unfocused. He covered her with a blanket and gave her sips of water. Once she recovered, the woman wiped down the equipment with antiseptic wipes, dressed and thanked the man who'd thrashed her.

  Robin's breath hitched, as she pondered the thought of herself under his lash. She was overwhelmed and confused by her thoughts and feelings. She was intrigued and attracted to the scene, yet also repelled by it.

  Could I do that? Do I want to? Should I ask him?

  Robin's attention turned to a spanking bench, across which a man was bent. He was being spanked and flogged by a beautiful black woman. She was dressed all in leather; she murmured to him, caressed him and then beat him, to his obvious pleasure.

  Her focus shifted to a woman, who was even heavier than Robin, climbing up onto a massage table. Once settled, two men spent the next hour rubbing and caressing her entire body. Surely, that looked safe enou
gh. Was that more her style?

  It certainly looked like it would feel amazing. There'd be the sexual tension and anticipation of not knowing how or what they'd do to her next. Having the full attention of two guys was a seriously arousing thought.

  Hmm. That safer type of scene didn't seem to affect her or appeal to her as much as scenes involving bondage and pain. Robin guessed a full-body massage from two guys wasn't quite kinky enough for her. It was an interesting realization.

  I’m drawn to the more intense scenes. They made her ache with need.

  She watched as her new friend, Gwen, climbed inside of a human-sized cage. Once inside, she needed to stand on her toes astride a steel bar that was suspended from above, hanging down between her legs.

  Apparently, the bar was placed deliberately so it would press against her most sensitive area. If she tried to stand with her feet flat, she'd likely cause pain from the pressure of the bar between her legs. She was then cuffed with her wrists behind her. A man and a woman took turns tormenting her in various ways.

  That scene appealed to Robin.

  Gwen was obviously enjoying herself, when a gorgeous older man stepped up to join in the fun. He was nearly bald, with a salt-and-pepper beard, a strong jaw line, and was clad in a black shirt and jeans.

  Robin licked her lips at his appearance. Yum.

  Although she'd seen many appealing and attractive men at the club, this was the first guy she'd seen who she truly wanted…badly. He made her mouth water from his appearance, as well as his presence.

  There was a mature, commanding air about him that made her stomach flutter and her core clench.

  He stood outside of the cage, reached between the bars and began caressing Gwen, touching her pussy. Robin never wanted to be caged so much in her life. What would it be like to be unable to escape their attentions? She'd be completely open and available to experience anything they wanted... anything he wanted... to do to her.

  Frankly, being caged was never in her realm of possibilities before this moment. From now on, she was sure to have many fantasies involving cages, perches and a certain hot man, to whom she felt drawn.

  Tonight when she got home and got hold of her vibrator, she’d be climaxing while thinking of him.

  Robin shuddered, partly out of fear, partly out of desire. Her pulse and breath quickened and her panties grew moist. Was she ready for something like that? It was so intense and extreme. Would it be too much for her? She'd never even tried a nice, safe massage at Bottoms Up.

  Gwen's hoarse cry of orgasm shook her out of her reverie.

  Oh my word, look at Gwen! She's in a realm that appeared to be beyond heaven. Oh, yes.

  To come like that, Robin was ready to try anything.

  Would that sexy man be willing to do that to me? She was suddenly eager, dying to find out.

  Robin's face flushed with shame. What was she thinking? He wasn't going to be interested in her. Why would he be? Just look at her. Besides, he already had a willing “victim” in Gwen. Robin didn't poach other women's partners.

  Disappointed and frustrated, she took a deep breath. Just then, the sexy man who she longed for looked up, and his eyes met hers from across the room. His gaze captured her, held her. She couldn’t look away.

  Suddenly, Robin wished she'd worn something better...anything better.

  ~~~

  ROBERT

  Wow. She was beautiful in a lovely salmon blouse and a short skirt. Unlike most of the young, underweight girls who wore too much makeup and threw themselves at almost every guy they saw, this lady was no Twinkie. She was a real woman, complete with sagging boobs, a rounded belly, fine wrinkles on her face and wisdom in her eyes.

  Those lovely eyes were filled with depth and emotion.

  Robert felt his cock stir and begin to harden, at the sight of her. Just look at those hips.

  In his mind, he could already picture playing with her in various ways. He could see his cuffs around her wrists and ankles, ropes holding her captive and at his mercy, as he attached clamps to her large nipples and a vacuum cup to her clitoris. He'd draw gasps from her pretty mouth, desperate little panting cries from her lips, as her eyes widened and his fingers dipped between her legs to find her honey.

  Mmm, he could almost feel her silky skin. His mouth watered, hungry for a taste.

  Alternatively, he imagined her bent over a bench, her bountiful ass laid wide open for him. He'd brandish his crop repeatedly, heating and coloring her soft, delicate flesh with lovely red marks—his marks. He wanted to brand her somehow, to make her body his and to have it be known by everyone.

  He conjured up the sensation of his cane in his palm. The long piece of plastic felt good in his hand. He felt himself wielding it, making it fall onto her repeatedly, with sensual and seductive vengeance.

  He could see her weep and howl as long, red welts crossed her lovely derriere.

  His mind drifted and he pictured her on her knees before him, her full ruby lips, wrapped around his cock. Her eyes locked with his, watching as he took his pleasure with her mouth. His hands entwined in her hair, controlling her, making her take all of him.

  Even as tears filled her eyes, her mouth and tongue never stopped working. He could feel the vibrations of her muffled moans against his cock…

  Robert mentally shook himself. Control. He needed to control himself; he was acting like a horny, overly hormonal teenager. With difficulty, he forced his gaze away from her briefly and focused on easing his erection, trying to make himself more comfortable in his jeans.

  John and Elsa were taking care of Gwen, so Robert rose and slowly walked over to the chairs, where the woman he craved so badly was seated. He enjoyed watching her eyes grow bigger and bigger as he approached. When he reached her, he leaned over her and lifted her chin with one hand, to gaze into her eyes.

  “What’s your name, little girl?”

  She swallowed convulsively, blushing beautifully.

  ~~~

  ROBIN

  His voice was like liquid chocolate, smooth and sweet. His hand was strong, gripping her chin firmly. When did the room get so warm? All of a sudden, Robin couldn't remember her alias for the club, and she blurted out the truth. Her brain wasn't working—it seemed to be scrambled by his proximity.

  At that unexpected and almost surreal moment in time, she was happy she could remember her actual name.

  “Robin.”

  He smiled at her, but didn't let go of her. “That's, 'Robin...Sir,'” he said.

  Robin licked her suddenly parched lips. “Yes...Robin, Sir.”

  “Very good, Little Bird.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his forefinger.

  Oh, God. I hope I don't pass out.

  “I'm Master Robert. It's nice to meet you.”

  Robin felt as if her heart might explode or leap from her chest; it was beating so hard. He tugged her hand. “Come with me, Little Bird. Let's talk.”

  Chapter 6.

  ROBIN

  Master Robert led her out the door of the playspace, past the reception area, to a cluster of plush sofas. She was about to sit when he pulled her to him and sealed his mouth over hers. His lips were full and soft, his tongue plunged insistently between her lips, tangling with her own. The tiny hairs of his mustache and beard were soft against her face and tickled the skin around her mouth.

  It was a delicious sensation.

  The gasp of pleasure she emitted was lost in his mouth. His arms encircled her, holding Robin tightly against his hard body. She was helpless against his strength. She couldn't have gotten away even if she'd wanted.

  She didn’t.

  The heat of his embrace and the passion of his kiss reminded her of all she hadn't had during her many years of marriage. Suddenly, she was filled with regret for the time she'd wasted by settling for what she had. It was time she'd never get back and she wanted to make up for that. More importantly, she'd do whatever she could to use the rest of her time on this planet to its fullest.


  Maybe she could start right now, with Master Robert. She wanted him so badly; she wouldn't let this opportunity to fall through her fingers. Life is too short.

  Her breasts felt heavier, fuller and her nipples threatened to tear through her blouse. His mouth tasted clean and hot, his tongue felt soft and slick in her mouth. The juncture between her legs became moist, and she moaned again. He pulled his face away from hers, keeping her arms encased in his steely grip. He pulled Robin down until she was sitting on the sofa, facing him, his expression one of frustration and anticipation.

  "You’re new at the Club." It wasn't a question, just a statement of fact.

  She nodded.

  "You're also new to the scene, just exploring what you like."

  Again, she nodded.

  A small smile lit up his face, "You enjoyed being held by me…captured in my arms."

  She nodded again, blushing, seemingly incapable of speech. She was simply overwhelmed by his presence, his heady male dominance. Her eyebrows raised quizzically, signifying the question: how did he know? He smiled more broadly.

  "I can smell your arousal."

  Oh, Lord. Her wide eyes looked away from him as her blush increased to atomic proportions, broadcasting her mortification.

  His eyes sparkled at her, and his hand on her chin prevented her from looking away or hiding from him. "Don't be ashamed. You're an extraordinary and sexy woman. Your scent is alluring, enticing. I can't wait to taste you."

  No man had ever said such things to her before, and she found it terribly arousing. Her excitement, her breathing and heart rate increased dramatically as she felt her channel throb, undoubtedly adding to the intensity of her aroma. Her face felt hot, and Robin wondered if she would ever stop blushing.

  Her ex had utterly refused to go down on her. Andrew felt oral pleasure was a privilege best suited for him to enjoy, not her. He'd told her she ‘smelled funny’. Robin felt overwhelming shame, despite knowing she was both clean and healthy. That had been a deep and lasting blow to her ego, and effectively stopped her from ever exploring the topic any further with him.

  "First, we need to set some ground rules, talk about limits and safe words. We must keep what we do safe, sane and consensual."