Damon couldn't help but chuckle at her expression. “You're going to come again Celyse.”
Her eyes widened in fear. “No more Sir. Please.”
“Weren't you just begging me to let you come?” Damon asked with an amused expression.
“Yes, but I… this is too intense. Please no more Sir.”
Oh how he loved when they begged. “You disobeyed me Celyse. Now it’s time to accept more punishment.” He placed the magic wand back on her clit. “Come again.” He demanded.
After a minute of grinding with the wand on her clit, on high of course, her cheeks were all red and her mouth open almost like she was scared and going to scream, her face in a panic, her eyes wet with tears. Then the second orgasm hit her. She started screaming hoarsely. Her head snapped back as spasms ran through her legs. He smiled as liquid squirted from her pussy in pulsing sprays over the bed. Her juices gushed between the wand and her pussy lips, and the musky scent of her orgasms floated throughout the room. He kept the wand directly on her clit and pressed hard causing her to cry out.
“No more Sir. Please! It hurts!”
“One more.” Damon demanded. “Unless you're going to use your safe word.”
Celyse tried to relax her body and give in to the intense pleasure but it was too much, her body was too sensitive. “Please stop Sir. I can't... it's impossible to come again.” She cried.
Not removing the wand from her pussy, he asked. “Are you using your safe word?”
Celyse looked at him in shock. The thought of using her safe word hadn't even occurred to her. “No Sir.” She mumbled out as her back arched and she gave into the last and final orgasm. Her body jerked so hard that she felt her bonds would break. Her eyes rolled back as she squirted all over again.
Finally, he lifted the toy off her clit and she melted into the pillow, tears in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Celyse never knew orgasms could be like that.
When he removed the clamps, he soothed her nipples with his tongue and mouth. He released her bonds and held her in his arms. “Relax now Celyse. You’re such a good girl. Find my breath... relax with me...” He held her long after her shaking slowed and continued to murmur. “You’re alright...”
CHAPTER 4
“I want us to talk a bit Celyse. Come here.”
Celyse followed him and knelt at his feet and then moved in between his legs and laid her head across his knee. “What did you want to talk about?”
“You. I want to know all about you. Your goals, dreams, fears. I want to know what makes you tick.”
Celyse giggled. “There isn't much to know about me to be honest Sir... I was a straight A student in high school. I went to a small community college when I graduated for some computer classes... but I majored in Fine Arts. I'm a photographer Sir. A children's photographer.”
“How interesting. Do you have a website?”
Celyse blushed. “It's celyseblack.com but it hasn't been updated in about a week.”
Damon nodded in understanding as he rose quickly to find the laptop. He typed in her name in the search engine and sure enough, it was she and all her photography. He clicked the website and his jaw dropped. “These are beautiful Celyse. You captured so much emotion... so much beauty in these children's eyes.”
“Thank you Sir.” She felt her cheeks getting hot. She hadn't shown anyone her work before, except for her parents and potential clients. “It's my goal one day to open up my own studio...” She trailed off with a small hopeful sigh. “I graduated with my Bachelor of Fine Arts a few months ago...”
“Wow. How long did that take you?”
“A long time.” She laughed.
Damon smiled. It was nice seeing her personality, her laughter was contagious. “Tell me something else about yourself.”
“What would you like to know?”
“What about how you got into this lifestyle. A smart college school girl like you should be far, far away from someone like me.”
Celyse felt a pain in her heart. She couldn't imagine not being with him... he had already changed her life in so many ways. “Well, it started with my first boyfriend... he didn't really want to touch me... he wasn't into foreplay... instead he liked to watch porn and jack himself off until he was as hard as he could be and then he would have sex with me...”
“That doesn't sound very pleasurable for you at all.”
“It wasn't.” She replied dryly. “It was a rarity for me to be wet and when I was wet, it was because I was imagining other things.”
“Things like what?”
“Like actually touching me... or pinching my nipples just a little harder... biting my neck... spanking me...” Her face flushed at her last fantasy but he ignored it.
Damon chuckled. “Didn't happen huh?”
Celyse groaned frustrated. “He would become angry that I wasn't wet and just use lube.”
Damon sighed. “Sounds like a bastard.”
“Yea... pretty much.”
“You weren't with him too long I hope.”
Celyse shook her head. “Only a month or so. My next boyfriend was kinkier, and used to tie me up. But he used this awful rope from the home depot and it gave me a rash for a week afterwards. Needless to say I didn't see him anymore after that.”
“So...”
Celyse sighed, her blush deepening. “Well, I decided to research girls being tied up... and then it opened my eyes to the world of BDSM. I spent all of my free time researching and learning different things about it. The videos online were so scary and awful... especially when it came to the cane or whipping... I visited some of the local clubs in my area but nothing really 'fit' me.”
Damon nodded, urging her to continue.
“I went to Club Sapphire, where Master Steve works and there was one Dom there... I think his name was Chad. Do you know him?”
Damon shook his head.
“Well anyway he had the girl on a cross and was using the flogger on her and watching it turned me on... seeing it in person was so different than online.”
“Yes. It is.”
Celyse felt her heart slamming in her chest. “I guess Master Steve saw my reaction and knew that you would be the one to help me...”
Damon laughed. “You're the shy voyeur that he always spoke about. He said a sexy girl always comes to watch but never stays to play.”
Celyse smiled. “That's me.”
Damon looked at her for a long while. “What do you say we go replay some of those details you were thinking about?”
Celyse blushed. “I think that's okay.”
Damon laughed, tugged her up and led her to the playroom.
***
“Come here Celyse I want you to lie across my lap.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Don't be afraid, I won't let you fall.”
“I know, Sir.” Celyse didn't sound too convinced, but he could also hear the determination in her voice to not show it.
She lay across his lap. Damon told her to hold on to the legs of the chair while he pressed his hand against the small of her back to hold her against him.
“Do you want me to spank you, Celyse?”
“Oh yes Sir!”
Damon laid his palm across her ass. Slowly and lightly, he began to caress her. He felt her breathing quicken, and she stiffened.
“Relax, Celyse. You have to trust me.” He felt her body gradually release its tension as she lay over his lap.
His hands moved across her soft, smooth flesh. He moved from one cheek to the other, feeling every twitch she made in his fingertips. Celyse wiggled as he got close to her pussy. Then back to the left, then the right, then a caress to smooth the skin and to get her used to the sting.
He brought his hand up and this time brought it down hard, in the center of her ass cheek, then on the other side just as hard. He rained blows on her thighs, making them as pink as her ass, moved his hand down, and cupped her pussy, then, he pressed a finger into her slit.
“Oh yes Sir!”
“Be still, Celyse.”
“Yes Sir,” she said and held herself still. Damon smiled down at her effort.
Damon moved his fingers along the crack of her ass and down to her pussy. Very lightly, he brushed against her labia and then back up to her smooth ass cheeks again. He caressed her for a few more moments and then raised his hand and let the slap fall squarely upon her left cheek. Celyse jumped in his lap and he held her tightly as his hand fell again on her right cheek.
He inserted his finger into her soaked pussy and she gripped his finger tight in response. Celyse pressed back against his hand eagerly. He slid his finger out, coated in her juices and spread it on her clit and she jerked gasping for breath.
“Don't move, Celyse!” It was an order.
She stopped. He took his hand from her pussy and rubbed it over her ass then down her legs again. He slapped her ass. He went into a steady rhythm, slowly building in speed and intensity. He loved the feel of the heat that was radiating from her soft flesh, her cheeks becoming redder with every slap.
He felt the tears on his legs but he didn't stop. He began spanking her harder and harder. His hand was stinging from the force. He slipped a finger into her pussy and was amazed at how wet she was. Her pussy juices coated his finger. He rubbed her clit and she moaned and pressed against him. It was difficult now with Celyse moving against his hand; he could hear sobs mixed in with her moans and knew not much more would be needed to send her over the edge.
“Ohhhhh, Sir!” she cried out, a mixture of tears and lust.
“I want you to come, Celyse.” He fingered her faster, harder, until her body began tensing. Her pussy sucked at his fingers, her clit was swollen and hard.
“Come now!”
“Ohhhhh, God!” Celyse cried out and came against his hand, pressing hard and increasingly wet and slick against his palm and fingers. He rubbed and stroked her until he felt her spasms lessen. He stopped to caress her ass. He could hear her sobbing harder now and could feel her body tremble with emotion and the need she still felt.
He helped her up and then he took her face into his hands and looked down at her tear-streaked eyes and open mouth as she tried to catch her breath. He thought she had never looked more beautiful.
“Thank you Sir.”
CHAPTER 5
It had been three months. Three wonderful months and everything was perfect... well except for her growing fear that something was horribly wrong with Damon.
After he led her into the car, he faced her. “Now Celyse... when we arrive at Club Sapphire you will be in the care of Master Steve and you must obey him all day until I come back and pick you up.”
“Yes Sir.” She looked down.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped up to meet his.
“Also, my sweet sub, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to come. Is that understood?” His gaze bore into her until she shivered. “Yes Sir.” She whispered softly as her eyes looked back to the ground. She hated when she wasn't allowed to come. They hadn't practiced it a lot and she did need more practice, she couldn't control her desires yet. She couldn't control herself.
“I fully expect you to be aware of your safe words and use them today if needed.”
Celyse gulped wondering what exactly they had planned out that made him say that. “Yes Sir.”
The rest of the ride was quiet, Master Damon didn't even ask her to suck him or anything, and he just remained quiet and told her not to speak. It was weird. She didn't know where he was going; all she knew was that he was getting rid of her for a few hours under the guise of going to the club alone. Celyse sighed softly. She had an idea of where he was going but she would never mention it aloud... the doctor. His little blemish had grown larger, it looked to be about an inch bigger and it was growing outward not inward. It scared her and anytime in the past she had asked about it, he dismissed it coldly.
Suddenly, she was pulled from her reverie and he said. “Let's go. We are here.” He helped his sub out of the car and into the club. They easily walked past the receptionist at the front since everyone knew Damon. “Today you will wear a blue cuff which means you’re owned but open and available for play. I've given the masters here your checklist and everyone abides by the safe words you know. You will be tested and pushed Celyse.” Damon sighed and took a breath. He hated being so firm with her. She was so innocent and pure... just like an angel. Well, a fallen angel.
He looked into her eyes. “Your safe words Celyse. What are they?”
“Yellow if something needs to slow down and red means stop completely.”
“Yes.” Damon pulled her body close, and kissed her hard and rough leaving her breathless. “I won't be gone for more than a few hours. Ah. Steve.” Damon greeted his friend. “I assume there will be no trouble?”
“No trouble Damon. Go. Celyse will be safe with me.”
Having said that, Damon turned on his heels and walked out of the club.
Celyse quickly turned to Master Steve with watery eyes. “If you knew something bad was happening with him... you would tell me right?”
Steve sighed and wrapped his arm around the young girl. “I would if I could, sweet Celyse. He is a very secretive man... but he's more open with you then I've ever seen him before so keep that up....” Steve knew she cared for Damon but was she really in it for the long haul. Did she really want to be collared by him and become his full time submissive? Would she call him Master? He knew he had to keep her occupied and changed the subject to keep her mind from wandering.
“Come on. Let's get you some cuffs. Damon said you were open for play...” He led her through the small hallway until they came across a table with different colored cuffs on them. “...These go on your wrists and it lets the others in the club know your status.” He helped her lock the cuffs onto her wrists and then led her into the main room. There were multiple subs with their masters scattered along the room. “Is there something you want to watch Celyse?” Steve whispered into her ear and he chuckled at the young girl’s shiver. “I have your list Celyse and I know about your denial rule.”
“Great.” Celyse murmured sarcastically.
Steve arched a brow with a slight smile on his face. “What?”
“Nothing Sir,” she whispered with her head bowed. “Sorry Sir.”
“What's wrong Celyse?” Steve asked seeing her miserable face. “This can't be just from the denial rule.”
Celyse shook her head. “I... I don't want to do anything else with the other masters here. I just want... him.”
Steve frowned softly. What was with her? Most submissive girls would do anything to be at the mercy of the most talented Doms and yet here she was missing her own. “Okay, how about if it’s just you and me?”
Celyse looked up and sighed. She knew she couldn't just stay in the club and do nothing.
“Yes Sir. I would like that better.”
Steve smiled. “Good Girl. Strip for me.”
Celyse pulled off her clothing, blushing like a schoolgirl, but she did it.
Steve led her over to the St. Andrew's Cross. “This is just to support you so you don't fall... I know your hard limits... don't worry. Stand up facing me... yes good girl.” He buckled her arm cuffs and then cuffed her ankles. “Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
Steve smiled. “Good. Just relax sweet Celyse. You are way too tense.” He began to rub her body sensually, rubbing her shoulders, her arms, upper chest area, making his way down to her stomach, her legs. He gave her a sensual massage without actually touching the parts she wanted him to until she was finally relaxed.
Steve grinned as he fingered a pair of nipple clamps. He rubbed his fingers over her right breast and then leaned in close and suckled on the nipple, biting on it, licking it until it became hard as a diamond and she was moaning. Steve looked at her. “Take a deep breath for me Celyse.” When she inhaled, he placed
the clamp on her nipple and she let out a short squeal. “Breathe through the pain Celyse. It's okay.” He didn't touch her for a moment until she relaxed once more. “Good girl. Take another deep breath for me.”
Her breathing increased with fear of the next clamp. “Aw. It's not that bad...” Steve cooed. He knew that the clamps were a soft limit of hers and Damon had asked him to help her learn to adjust to them. Steve leaned down and kissed her neck. “You're a good girl Celyse. I'm so proud of you.” He kissed her hard on the mouth and just as Celyse was giving into the kiss, he clamped on the second clamp causing her to gasp aloud. “There we go...” Steve told her with a smile. “Keep breathing... they will feel good in a minute...”
Sure enough, she began to like it. It was like Damon biting her nipples hard without stopping and it gave her a rush.
Steve put his hand between her legs and chuckled. “You like the clamps don't you?”
“Yes Sir.” Celyse blushed brightly. She didn't know why they were a soft limit for her... well they sure wouldn't be anymore. Steve flicked the clamps causing Celyse to let out a long wail, “Oh god!”
“'Actually my name is Steve.” He teased her but quickly shoved two fingers into her pussy and she screamed.
“Atta girl.” Steve cooed. With his other hand, he pulled something else from his toy bag and kept it from her view. “If you like the clamps let’s see how you do with this.” Seconds later something sharp bit into her clit, jerking her body forward making her shout out loud. Just as she thought she was used to the new invasion it began to vibrate, right on her clit, the strong vibrations caused her to tremble and jerk as he moved his fingers in and out of her relentlessly. “A clit clamp... effective isn't it?” He teased.
Pleasure spiked through her so fast that it scared her. She had no control and she needed to have it. “Stop! Please stop!” She cried out as her body trembled helplessly with the confusion. Pleasure or Pain? Her nipples hurt, her clit hurt... but they both felt so good. She was soaking wet and they both knew it.
The pleasure had grown beyond her control. “Please Sir! Ahhh! I can't!” She was teetering on the edge of orgasm. Steve had stopped moving his fingers and was now just flicking at the nipple clamps while the clitoral clamp continued to stimulate her. There was no stopping it... She had to try. “Please Stop! I'm gonna....” She quickly thought about a naked old man and his saggy balls but it did nothing to curb her orgasm. She thought about Oprah and it did little to help... she thought about science and math but nothing worked. She had to stop... she couldn't come. She couldn't disobey him. “Please Sir!” She pleaded. She had no control. The buildup was coming and she couldn't stop it. Damon hadn't trained her well enough and there was no doubt that Steve would tell him all about her failure... she couldn't fail.
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