“I think so.”
He pulled his arm away and turned Jenni to look at him, he looked her directly in the eyes, “Jenni, I’ve never been happier in my life than I am right now.”
Jenni could not help herself, she started to cry and could barely get out, “Me too, Charles, I love you so much.”
Charles took her in his arms and kissed her deep and long. She felt his tongue fill her mouth and swirl around her tongue. She hungrily kept him in her mouth wanting to taste him, wanting that deep connection, wanting him to feel how much she loved him and wanting to feel his love back.
After a couple of minutes they separated and Charles looked in her eyes again. Once again she felt how lost and powerless she was when those beautiful hazel eyes were fixed on her.
“I don’t want to push you too much. We can continue the scene I had planned or we can make love now and do the scene later, I would be very happy either way. This once I will allow you to choose, my darling little sub.”
Jenni knew Charles was being nice to her, that he could order her to do anything and she would comply. She also knew immediately what she wanted and without hesitation she got off the bed and dropped into her presentation position.
With her head lowered she said sincerely, “I would honestly love to continue our scene, and to serve my Master.”
Chapter Twenty
“Very good, slave. Let’s start over. You may walk back to the living room and then crawl in here,” Charles instructed. “Before you do that I want you to consider something you just said.”
Jenni looked at Charles waiting to hear what he had to say.
“You said you wanted to serve me. So whenever you have a task to do, especially one you may not like very much, what might help is to turn it into service by concentrating on how you serving me is something we both want.”
“Yes, sir, I understand.” Harder to do than say, but I need to try harder.
“And here is a trick: if you can bring your sexuality or sensuality into play, you will make it easier and enhance the experience for you and me both. For example, when crawling, if you thought of yourself as a sexy animal, the sensuality would transfer and make me want you even more by the way you crawl,”
Jenni nodded. “I had not thought of that.”
“Do you remember when we discussed building the energy, the two poles of energy?”
“Yes, sir, you’re the active energy pole, the yang and I’m the receptive energy pole, the yin and we build energy between us by taking those positions as far as we can.”
“Very good, my slave, so if you crawl in here all sexy and receptive then it makes me feel more powerful and more active and it builds the power between us. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, Master, it does.”
“Good. Now let’s get started,” he said and he gave Jenni a love spank as she headed out of the room.
Jenni headed back to the living room and stood for a moment reflecting on everything that had just transpired. She took a deep breath and lowered herself to all fours. As she began to crawl she imagined herself as a cat and she tried to move as sensually as possible. She rounded the corner and began to move down the hallway, swaying her hips, moving slowly and she looked up to see Charles smiling at her.
She licked her lips slowly and was rewarded with his smile getting much bigger. Damn, that is my power, she realized. The more I turn him on the more power I can create. And the more I submit to him, the more I turn him on. She felt like a light bulb had gone on and she had a much better understanding of the power exchange in dominance and submission, and of how the sub does have her own source of power.
She crawled into the room swaying her hips and looking at Master wanting him to see in her eyes how much she wanted him to use her any way he wanted. She crawled over to his feet and assumed her presentation position. Charles leaned down and did the fingers test on her pussy.
“I think you’re even wetter now than you were before.”
“I am, Master, I was very excited crawling for you, I look forward to crawling for you often now,” Jenni said sincerely.
“Excellent, I love what a fast learner you are in the ways of submission. Now get up on the bed on your back,” he instructed.
Jenni did as commanded as Charles went to the closet and brought out the cuffs and chains to secure Jenni to the bed. She stretched out and moved her arms and legs to be in position for him. Charles secured her wrists and ankles, pulling them as taut as possible leaving her in a spread eagle position and unable to move very much.
Charles ran his hand over her body, caressing her breasts and mound before getting up to pick up some objects. He sat on the edge of the bed again.
“Yesterday you were introduced to the wooden paddle, today you shall meet the crop and then tomorrow you will taste Master’s whip. Going forward, you can expect to experience one or more of those almost every time we do a scene together, along with my hand of course.”
“Yes, sir.” Jenni could not get her mind off the word whip, but before she could say anything her attention was drawn to the riding crop Charles was holding.
“This is my favorite toy,” Charles said smiling. “It is very versatile.” He traced the leather head, which was about three inches long and an inch and a half wide, over Jenni’s body.
“You see it can feel very sensual to trace it over you or to lightly use it to hit you.” He stood up and began to lightly hit her with the crop. Just tapping her all over, then light taps on her nipples, working down and even doing light taps on her pussy, which startled Jenni.
“And of course it can be used to bring more sensation to your lovely body.” Now Charles flicked his wrist more so the crop lashed out and back quickly, striking her skin sharply and causing her to squirm.
He began to apply quick hits all over her body, avoiding her breasts and pussy at first. After he had warmed her up he started to increase the force of his blows. As Jenni lay there she closed her eyes and felt the blows striking her sensitive skin. The first wave of light blows woke up her skin, made her feel tingly all over. Then as the harder blows began to hit she felt the familiar small bolts of electricity race through her.
The moderate blows gave way to harder, sharper blows. The blows stung, but before her attention could lock on a blow, another would land on a different part of her body and her attention would shift to that part of her. After a while she could no longer distinguish individual blows but only felt the waves of sensation being generated all over her body.
After a few minutes of the crop hitting everywhere she then felt the blows begin to land on her breasts. The leather crop danced around her breast, alternating from soft to hard but avoiding the nipples.
The blows were now making Jenni squirm as she felt the pleasure that comes when the endorphins kick in. She wanted to feel more, to take harder blows, to be hit harder. Almost on cue, an extra strong blow landed on the soft underside of her breast causing her to moan loudly. It was followed by two more quick hard blows in the same area. The blows were repeated on the other breast.
Her state was interrupted by Charles asking her, “How are you doing, my slave?”
She did not want to speak but managed to get out, “Good, Master. More please.”
She heard Charles chuckle, “That’s my girl.” And she was rewarded by more sharp blows landing on her now very sensitive skin.
Next he concentrated on her nipples; first light blows and then harder and finally fast and hard—punishing her nipples until she was thrashing back and forth on the bed. Each blow made her jump as if she’d been hit with another powerful current of energy but as soon as the blows stopped she craved more.
Charles finally stopped striking her with the crop and laid it down. He picked up the nipple clamps and placed a small clamp on each nipple—at first it hurt intensely and Jenni cried out as she felt the clamps grab her tender points. But she was surprised that after only a minute or so she had adjusted and it really did not hurt much, it
was kind of just a dull pain.
He then picked the crop up and began to use it on her breasts again and then he was again hitting her nipples with the clamps on them, each blow adding to the intensity of her feelings until, just as she felt like she could not take any more, the blows stopped.
Charles left the clamps in place on her now throbbing nipples and turned his attention to her pussy, using the same process, light blows at first and then harder hits and finally stinging blows landed on her wet sex again and again until she was again squirming on the bed.
After several minutes of whacking her ever wetter cunt, Charles moved around the bed and released the chains holding her cuffed ankles and wrists to the bed. Jenni lay there waiting for Master’s command.
He grabbed her shoulders and picked her up partway and moved her so she was lying sideways on the bed. She was limp from the adrenaline and endorphins flowing through her and she felt like a little rag doll the way he picked her up and moved her.
Charles pulled Jenni farther over to the edge of the bed until her head was hanging over and she was looking at everything upside down. She looked up as best she could to see Charles straighten up and drop his shorts freeing his rock hard erection.
At the sight of his lovely cock Jenni immediately opened her mouth—ready and waiting.
As if on cue, Charles guided his manhood into her mouth and straight down her throat. He then began to move it back and forth, fucking her face. At the same time he began to use his crop on her pussy again.
Jenni moaned as once again she could see colors swirling behind her eyes. Each blow of the crop head landing on her tender cunt was a new experience of that delicious pain/pleasure feeling she now craved.
The sensations were building to a climax as she thought, I love him fucking my face and slapping my pussy. But before she reached orgasm, the blows on her pussy suddenly stopped. Charles then slid his cock to the back of her throat and held it there so she had to breathe through her nose.
“I’m going to remove your nipple clamps now. As the blood rushes in the feeling will be very intense.”
Jenni could not help but tense up as she felt his fingers on the clamp on her left nipple. He pinched the clamp and unlocked it from her nipple and she screamed onto the cock buried in her mouth as a stab of pain shot through her.
She knew if his cock had not been blocking her mouth, the scream would have been heard throughout the building. She had never felt anything so intense in her life. But she was surprised the intense pain was almost instantly replaced by that new feeling she had been experiencing lately under Charles’s care. It was a feeling of intense sensation, which was more pleasure and even sexual but still had an element of pain to it. And she realized the more she experienced that feeling the more of it she desired and even needed. She wanted intensity; she wanted to feel those edges of pleasure and pain.
Her wish for more was instantly granted as Charles removed the other clamp and again she screamed into the shaft shoved down her throat. He leaned over and used his hand to spank her pussy as he began to fuck her face again.
It felt so intense but also so very good. I want Charles to give me more until I can’t stand it!
After fingering her for a couple of minutes more, Charles removed his cock from Jenni’s mouth and he walked around to the other side of the bed. He grabbed her legs to pull her head back up onto the bed as he climbed on the bed.
“Spread your legs,” he barked.
Jenni’s legs flew up and out. She felt like she could almost come just from the thought of being fucked now. Her whole body was alive from the effects of the crop and the nipple clamps.
Charles gave her pussy a couple of quick hard slaps with his hand and then immediately plunged into her as she cried out in pleasure. He began to pump her in long rhythmic strokes and occasionally gave her tender nipples a little spank.
“Make yourself come,” Charles instructed.
Jenni reached down to stroke her clit and was surprised she came almost immediately; she literally just touched herself and exploded in pleasure and Charles pulled out.
“I want you on all fours,” he commanded.
She rolled over and got on all fours spreading her knees apart and curving her back to make her dripping pussy and her ass available to him. She moaned as she felt his wonderful rigid member slide back into her waiting wetness.
He began to fuck her from behind. After a few minutes he reached over to pick up a small dildo. Pulling out of her pussy he used his fingers and the juices from her pussy to wet the opening of her ass.
Inserting his manhood back into her pussy, he then grabbed the dildo he had waiting and slid it into her ass and fucked her while moving the dildo in and out of her ass. Jenni was riding waves of pleasure now as she thought I want him to fuck me every way possible, I am his fuck machine, his fuck toy, and she soon had another big orgasm. Charles followed shortly shooting his hot seed into her and they collapsed on the bed.
After Jenni had recovered she had all sorts of different emotions flooding her and she turned to Charles, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t honest with you before Master. I do want to please you so much.”
“It’s okay, my sweet one. No one has ever pleased me as much as you. You apologized and you were punished; it is behind us. How do you feel about the session we just finished?” he asked in earnest.
Jenni contemplated a moment and then shared what she had been feeling while they had played, “I was thinking the way you use me makes me feel like I’m your fuck toy.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Charles asked with concern in his voice.
“Well, it seems like it shouldn’t be; but it’s a good thing, a very good thing. I love being Master’s fuck toy; I guess I really am a slut,” Jenni sighed with a smile of resignation.
“Yes, my slave is definitely a slut and I am very proud that we are going to show off her sluttiness tonight.”
“Oh, how so?”
“We’re going to dress you up and we’re going out to a club to display you,” Charles had that wicked grin again.
“Sounds dirty, I can’t wait,” Jenni said, grinning right back.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jenni was getting dressed and ready to go out as Charles had directed her. He had told her to pack the shortest skirts she owned and the tops she thought were the most provocative and he had picked out a skirt and a top for her to wear to the club. The top was very sheer and of course he had instructed she not wear a bra, which meant if someone was standing close to her they would clearly see her nipples.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Charles had already sent her back in to the bathroom to add more eye makeup. She looked at herself. Now I pretty much look like a hooker, which is, of course, what he is going for.
She fixed her lipstick, deep bright red, and went to Charles to show him the new eye makeup and he nodded his approval. She went back into the bedroom and put on the fishnet stockings he had bought for her and put on her heels. Of course he wanted her to wear her ‘come fuck me’ shoes with the four inch heels.
She looked at herself in the mirror and she had to admit, I look fucking hot, there is not a man alive who would not want a piece of this. But the nipple thing is a bit too much.
Walking out to the living room, Jenni gave Charles the full runway model walk, sashaying her hips back and forth. He was dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt which showed off his sculpted body. He looked up as she walked into the room and his face broke into a big smile.
“Stunning, absolutely stunning!” He exclaimed.
“Thank you, Master. I’m happy you are pleased, and you look very hot too.” She geared up her courage. “But, Master, I can’t go out in this top. I don’t want to disappoint you but I need something under this blouse.”
Charles walked over to Jenni and took her chin in his hand. He lifted her face toward his, “My darling sub, I have promised to always protect you and I always will. You will be wearing a jac
ket when we go out and once we get to the club I assure you that your dress will be appropriate, trust me.”
That raises all new questions, Jenni thought. “Of course I trust you, so what is this club we’re going to?”
“It’s called Club Domination and it is devoted to the BDSM lifestyle, normally it’s only open on Wednesday night, the rest of the time it is a vanilla club, but they are having a special anniversary celebration tonight,” he answered. “Grab your jacket and let’s get going.”
Charles had called a cab and they went downstairs and headed off to the South of Market club. As they drove over to the club Charles turned to Jenni.
“There is also a private club down on the peninsula called The Chateau SF and we’re going to meet people at the club that I know from there. There is a party there next month and we’ll be going to that. At the Chateau party we’ll be able to do a real scene in public. Tonight is more like going out to a nightclub with a bit of kink thrown in.”
“Okay, I’m just along for the ride,” Jenni smiled.
Charles laughed. “Hopefully the ride of your life.”
As they pulled up to the club Jenni saw a number of different types of people heading in to the club dressed in a variety of alternative styles. Charles paid the taxi, took her arm, and headed in.
As they entered the club and paid the cover charge Jenni saw an area was set up to the right and in that area a female domme, dressed from the neck down in leather, was using a paddle on a naked male sub who was draped over a railing.
As she stared with her mouth open she almost ran into a male dom who was leading a female sub on a leash. The sub was topless and her nipples were hard and pointy. I guess Master was right; my blouse is downright conservative here.
There was a coat check room where Jenni could stash her jacket but in the dim light of the club only someone standing right next to her would see her nipples, which also were already hard like the sub she had just seen. They were still tender from the clamps on them a couple of hours earlier and every once in a while Charles would give them a quick pinch to keep them tender and erect.
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