“Red! Please Red! Red!” She cried out helplessly as she jerked in her bonds.
A look of shock appeared on Steve's face but he stopped the vibrations instantly and went to her side. “You're okay Celyse. It's over...”
Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She wasn't aware that he had stopped the vibrations. “I can't! I can't! Please don't make me...”
“Okay Celyse. It's okay. I'm going to take the clamps off.”
“No!” Celyse jerked her head up. She knew that adding any more pressure to the clamped areas would set her off. She was that close to the edge.
“What's wrong Celyse? You gotta talk to me.”
“I...” She took a deep breath. “He told me not to come... I can't control it... it was too much...” Another tear fell down her cheek. “I don't want to disappoint him. I can't fail him.”
“Oh sweet girl...” Steve ran his fingers in her damp hair and over her shivering body.
“He told me that I would have to use my safe word... that I would be tested... I can't fail him Sir! I can't!”
Steve smiled. “It's okay Celyse. We are done... he will be so pleased.” He gently massaged her arms and released the cuffs, holding her steady until he led her over to one of the couches. “I have to remove the clamps now.”
Celyse nodded. “Yes Sir.” Her body had relaxed now and she wasn't on the edge anymore. She didn't want to fail. The first clamp he removed was the clitoral clamp. Her body jerked hard with a long moan as his soothing fingers went to work right after it so the pain of the blood rush wouldn't hurt. He looked up into her eyes. “You’re okay...” He told her softly as he looked to her nipples. He quickly removed the left one and instantly suckled the hard nipple into his mouth to sooth the sore tip. Seconds after, he did the same thing to the right one. He pulled the trembling girl into his arms and covered her with a blanket. “You’re such a good girl Celyse. I know Damon will be so proud. I hadn't expected you to use your safe word...”
Celyse hiccupped softly. “I can't control it... we only did it once and it ended up being more of an orgasming session than orgasm control.”
Steve laughed. “Well, you did the right thing...” He looked over to one of the club subs. “Angelia, bring me some water and chocolate from the fridge.”
“Yes Sir.”
Celyse snuggled softly into the safe embrace of Master Steve before the young girl came back with water and chocolate.
“Thank you.”
“You're welcome Sir.” The girl bowed and quickly left. “Here... have some water.” He gave the small bottle to Celyse and watched as she drank it down greedily. “Good girl.” He gave her the chocolate and watched her eat.
“Thank you Sir.”
“It's part of the Master’s job to do a good aftercare.”
Celyse nodded. Damon had always taken care of her whenever they did a scene. “Yes Sir.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes before they heard the front door open.
Celyse looked to the door.
“That's him Celyse. No one else would be here after hours.” Steve told her with a small smile.
She didn't need to hear anymore. She was out of his lap in a heartbeat. “Master!” She cried happily, as she ran into his arms like a child embracing a parent upon returning home from work.
Damon couldn't deny the fire that ignited inside of him. She had finally called him Master. “Missed me did you?” He teased as he held her naked body to him tightly. He quickly pulled off his coat and gave it to her to cover herself with. “How did it go Steve?” He asked as the other Master walked into the room.
Steve glanced down at Celyse who looked up at him with a worried expression. “It was fine Damon. She was splendid.” He saw Celyse smile and then he looked up at Damon.
“Nothing happened I need to worry about?”
Steve shook his head. “No. She obeyed your orders to the tee. She didn't come even though I tried my best...”
“She can't control it yet... you didn't back off did you?”
“No. I almost had her too... she was so close, milliseconds from tumbling over but then she used her safe word and stopped me. She is so devoted to you... so determined not to fail you that she said 'red' to escape the pleasure...”
Damon didn't say anything.
Steve looked down at Celyse. “She also learned a fondness for the nipple clamps...”
Damon laughed. “I'm so happy to hear that.”
“I gave her a bite of the clit clamp too... but she said she didn't like that one as much.”
Damon nodded. “I'd thought not. Thanks Steve. I'm going to take my sub home now...”
Take my sub home now those words repeated inside her head and she didn't hear anything else he said. She was his. His sub... and he was her master. Things were certainly looking up. Or so she thought...
CHAPTER 6
Once inside the car...
“I can't believe you.” Damon growled and Celyse couldn't help but flinch from his instant change in behavior.
“What?” Celyse asked softly.
“You safe worded! You used your safe word.”
“I...”
“Don't you remember me telling you that this wasn't a game and that if you used your safe word then it would be over?”
A gasp escaped her throat as his voice echoed in her head. Now’s your chance to leave. If you don’t, you will have a safe word but if you use it, I will force you to leave and not return. This is not a game to me. He was going to send her away. She couldn't stop the instant tears that started to roll down her cheeks. “Please don't send me away! I don't understand! I can't.... Please don't leave me Master...”
There was that word again...
Master.
It burned his insides like fire. She couldn't know the power that she held when she used that word. The raw emotion he felt... “This was a test slave. I wanted you to fail. I wanted Steve to make you come over and over again. I was going to test you to see if you would lie to me and told me you controlled it. I had to test your honesty, your loyalty.”
Celyse was in shock. I wanted you to fail repeated in her head over and over again. Why would he do that? He called her slave... for the first time she felt a pain in her chest. What was going on? Why was he so mad? “You told me before we arrived that I had the choice to use my safe words...”
“You always have a choice to use the safe words but you forgot the consequences of using them. Do NOT speak again until we get home. You do not have permission to say anything. If you do then I know you want to leave. Once we arrive, I will decide what to do with you.”
Celyse's chest was heaving, her fear was unlike anything she ever felt before, and she couldn't stop the silent tears from falling as she looked at her lap. She couldn't describe how she was feeling. It was as if she were drowning with no escape, being plunged into darkness with no light. The air around her was leaving; there was no hope...
***
Once they arrived home, his voice was harsh as he spoke to her. He led her straight into the playroom. “You have one chance slave and one chance only. You may speak while we discuss this.”
Celyse dropped to her knees and placed her head to the floor with her arms outstretched. “Please Sir!” She whimpered. “I'll do anything! Don't send me away.”
“Anything slave?”
“Yes! Anything Sir! Please!” She begged with tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Look up at me slave. Kneel like I taught you.”
Celyse instantly moved from her position gracefully into the kneeling position with her hands on her thighs.
He was still until she looked up at him. “Would you face your worst fears?” He waited for her reaction and it looked like she was facing an internal struggle until she finally spoke. Her voice was raw from crying and it was laced with fear.
“I would Sir.”
“Will you endure the cane? My cane?”
A sob escaped her throat but she refused
to let any more tears fall. Her body trembled at the thought of the painful cane.
“Yes slave. In order to stay with me you must face your hard limit. Is that something you can do?” His voice softened and he knelt to the floor beside her as he stroked her hair and looked into her eyes. “Am I worth that much to you?”
She knew the answer before he even asked the question. Yes, of course, he was worth all of her fears, all of her entire being. She loved him...
A hushed whisper.
“Yes...”
“Stand up.”
He led her to the corner of the playroom. The floor was heavily carpeted so her knees would be comfortable. “You're not being punished Celyse. I need you to know that. I forgive you for what happened at the club and I'm so sorry I tested you... I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm proud that you didn't want to disobey me. I think you might have scared Steve a bit...” He didn't chuckle at his attempt at a joke. He messed up. He saw how she acted in the car and he never wanted to see her like that again. Like her entire lifeline was gone... as if she had no purpose. Her glow, her light, her energy had just faded... He paused, took a deep breath and looked at her.
“I don't want to send you away. I want you to stay with me... Please...”
“I will Master...” Celyse cried still afraid to move from her position at his feet.
“I want you to feel the cane... I know you want this. Please tell me you want this too Celyse?”
Celyse shuddered as she moved to her hands and knees. He apologized, he used her name, wasn't calling her a slave anymore. She was forgiven. She would do anything for him. “I do Sir. Please use the cane on me... I want to... give you...” she spoke slowly, shyly, as she pulled it out in her own mind, “To show you the depths of my... need... my desire... to please you, Sir, to show you the measure of my submission.”
Her heart was pounding.
She was terrified, but she trusted him.
She waited.
“Don't be afraid to use your safe word this time, Celyse. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I think you can handle.”
“Yes Master.”
That word again... She didn't know how much power it held. It drove him crazy. Suddenly, without warning the flame cut across her skin. She knew this was light compared to what was yet to come, but the shock of it caused her to scream and she lifted her head automatically... she quickly lowered it again.
“Breathe for me Celyse. Breathe through the pain. I know you can do this...”
He stilled and waited for her to take some deep breaths until he was sure she would be okay. Then, it started. At first, he struck with careful thought, marking her ass and her thighs with red lines. The blows were intense, but not overwhelmingly so, and she was allowed enough time to process and breathe through the pain.
The endorphins started to flood her body too, giving her a hazy feeling, almost as if she were starting to float... She couldn't tell the difference between pain and pleasure it was as if they were one and the same.
By the time he finished swinging, there were eight red stripes along Celyse's legs and ass. Wet tears, all the way down her cheeks, fell onto the carpet. Celyse waited after her beating, too obedient to move without permission and too frightened to ask. Finally, she heard her Master speak.
“Raise your ass for me...” His voice wasn't cold or hard, it was almost welcoming to hear his gentleness again.
Now Celyse rested on her elbows with her ass popping out, still hot and stinging from the cane.
She felt the cheeks of her ass parted and then the soft touch of a tongue... Then the licking stopped and another cut of the cane greeted her open ass, Celyse immediately gasped, her pleasure ripped away by the shooting pain that tore through her body. Before she was able to react again the tongue was back, teasing her hole once more, this time actually probing her, forcing its way in, causing her body to shudder with uncontrolled pleasure. Once again, he pulled away just as soon as her mind accepted the pleasure and once again, the cane bit into her flesh, renewing her pain.
Celyse could feel herself become wet, the sensation of having her stinging cheeks grabbed and her hole licked and probed was all she needed to get her juices flowing. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly as once again she felt the tip of his tongue circling her hole then pushing against it until it slipped just inside her. Celyse desperately wanted to push back to feel his tongue slide further in, but she resisted knowing that she was here for his pleasure, not her own. His tongue stayed teasingly just inside her, then he pulled away again and she gladly accepted the cane across her ass one more time.
“Come.”
Suddenly he pinched her clit hard and she came with a blinding light, a force that made her world go black.
CHAPTER 7
Celyse was unconscious for over six hours and when she finally awoke, Damon was by her side. “Thank God you’re okay.”
Celyse smiled softly as she looked up into his worried face. “I'm so sorry I disappointed you.” She whispered as she averted her eyes.
Damon mentally cursed himself for ever making her feel that way. “No, no Celyse.” He assured her. “It is not your fault. I was being cruel and stupid.”
Celyse took a moment and looked down at herself. She was in a white soft terry cloth bathrobe and she felt sore as the memories came back to her. “Oh my God. I passed out. I'm sorry.”
Damon chuckled. “Don't worry. I'll take it as a compliment....” He smiled at her grin. It was infectious. “Are you alright?”
Celyse nodded.
“No pain?”
“I'm a little sore... but a good sore. I feel all tingly.”
Damon smiled. “So you want to try the cane again?”
Celyse shook her head. “God, no!”
Damon laughed and ignored the total breech of proper conversation. It was really nice to see her full personality. “That's quite alright with me. You tried it once and that is all I would ever ask of you.” He stroked her hair softly. “I'm so sorry I hurt you. That was never my intention.”
Celyse felt herself purring softly just like a kitten. “I don't want to leave Master...”
Damon shook his head and tried to calm the fire inside him. “I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay here as mine... I want to own you.”
“What do you mean when you say you will own me?” She asked.
“I mean you will always be naked before me even when you are fully clothed.”
She closed her eyes with a small smile and he knew she finally understood.
***
There was a small gurgling sound in her lower stomach. She had to go to the bathroom. “May I please be excused?”
Damon chuckled. “Yes. Of course. Leave the door open.”
Celyse gulped aloud. They had talked about the bathroom stuff before and they both agreed not to do it. Doing something like that was so personal... so open. It wasn't as if she wouldn't mind him watching her it was just a scary thought. That was something married couples did.
“I won't be inside watching you...” He assured her quickly. “I just want to be sure you will be okay after our last session...”
Celyse faked a nervous laugh and quickly rushed into the bathroom. It was amazing how much he really cared about her, even the small things like keeping her hydrated and full of chocolate, just like Master Steve. She relieved herself and then went back to the bedroom, sitting on the bed with a smile.
“Come out with me Celyse.”
“Now?”
“Why not?”
Celyse chuckled. “Where are we going?”
“Just out to eat at a nearby cafe, nothing fancy. Dress as casual as you like. Go ahead and shower but be ready to leave in an hour.”
Celyse looked at the clock and sighed. One hour wasn't a lot of time to get ready to go out especially when you had a full head of hair like hers... but somehow she made it.
***
“Crissy's Diner?” Celyse asked with confusion all over her face.
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Damon laughed. “I told you nothing formal.”
Celyse just smiled. Casual was better than formal in her opinion. She hated wearing dresses and heels. She would happily strangle whoever invented those high heels. He helped her from the car and led her inside. After getting the table and the menus he spoke, “Allow me to order for you...”
She was about to protest but she felt his hidden meaning as she remembered the words he told her earlier. Let me feed you Celyse. I desire to feed you... let me be in control... Celyse realized that it was exactly the same thing only the circumstances were just a tiny bit different. She looked into his eyes and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I haven't been here before. You know what's best.”
Damon took her menu and then signaled the waiter. “My lady friend and I will both have your gorgonzola bacon cheese burger with a large side of fries...”
“To drink?” The waiter asked.
Damon looked at Celyse. “Chocolate or Vanilla?”
“Vanilla.” Her eyes sparkled with the double meaning.
“One chocolate and one vanilla milkshake then. That's all thank you.”
“Right away.”
Celyse couldn't hold back her look of shock. “A gorgonzola bacon cheese burger? How on earth do you want me to eat that? It sounds like a monster of a burger.”
Damon chuckled. “Trust me.”
Celyse smiled. “I do.”
They both smiled at each other. A small blush formed on her cheeks as she felt butterflies tickle her stomach. Damon reached across the table and took her hand bringing it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. Celyse felt her body tighten at the sweet yet sensual act.
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