by Anthology
What struck, no pun intended, Maggie the most, she realized, were the sounds Amanda was making. Some of the impacts definitely hurt, but she was enjoying it, too. By the time Gabriel was massaging the stripes made by the cane, it was clear she was close to orgasm. That was when he switched to a vibrator. He pressed it against her clit. Even through the material of her thong, it had an immediate effect as she stiffened and then screamed out as her orgasm seemed to slam through her.
Maggie sat back in her seat, breathing heavily, feeling almost as if she’d come herself. Damn, the demonstration had been intense and effective. She watched as Gabriel unfastened the restraints and then wrapped Amanda in a blanket before sweeping her up into his arms. He walked over to a chair at the side of the room and sat down with her in his lap. One of the training subs handed him an uncapped bottle of water, which he immediately held to Amanda’s lips.
The sub then cleaned off the bench and called to a couple of the men in the orientation class to help move it out of the way. The chief trainer then called a ten-minute break.
Maggie leaned back in her chair. Damn, she wished Rick had been with her to see that. Maybe if he had, he’d understand her fascination. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from Gabriel and Amanda. The love and tenderness he was showing her as he held her in his arms. Her absolute trust as she leaned against him, her eyes closed, her expression almost beatific…
Maggie wanted so badly to be held like that, so feel that way, but the only man’s arms she wanted to be in were Rick’s.
* * *
The break was ending and still no Rick. He was over an hour late. She had to face facts, she realized. He probably wasn’t coming. He had made his decision. She wished he’d been up front with her about his feelings, but that was okay. She hadn’t been totally honest with him, either. She should have made it clear just how much this meant to her.
Mistress Jenna, who introduced herself as a switch at the start of the session, had returned to the room during the break, and she had a big grin on her face.
“As you know from the agenda, next up are restraints. And do I have a great treat for everyone. I just ran into one of the greatest Shibari experts I’ve ever seen at work in the club. He’s been away for three years, but tonight, he’s back, and he’s agreed to perform a short demo. You are all for a something special!
“While we’re waiting for him to pick out some rope, I’ll take you through the other types of restraints.”
Maggie listened with half an ear. Shibari. She’d read about it. She’d looked it up on the Internet. She’d fantasized about it. It was beautiful and intricate, and to have an expert here with them doing a demo… She looked at her watch again. Where was Rick? With his skill with knots, this was the part of the demo she had thought would appeal to him the most, the one she could use as a way to entice him to learn more.
The door opened. Rick walked in. Yet, he wasn’t her Rick. She sat up straight and raised her hand to wave to him, but he wasn’t looking for her. He was looking at Mistress Jenna, and now he was giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Master Rick, I can’t tell you how excited everyone is to see you demonstrate Shibari.”
“Thank you Mistress Jenna. I have to admit that I’m a bit out of practice so I’ll keep things simple. I’ll need a volunteer from the audience. How about you, Maggie?”
10
Maggie slowly got to her feet. Rick? Master Rick? And he was a Shibari expert? As she walked up to the front of the room, so many thoughts ran through her head including memories of going out on the boat with Cat and Gordon. It certainly explained Rick’s familiarity with knots.
She wanted to giggle at the thought of how stodgy Gordon would react if he learned he was taking rope-knotting lessons from a master of sexual bondage.
Then she was standing by Rick, and she didn’t feel like giggling anymore. He was looking down at her with a look of such love and trepidation. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who had been holding out about their secret desires.
“How many people have heard of Shibari?” Rick asked. Most of the hands in the room went up.
He picked up a length of rope. It was silky and red. He held it and asked a second question. “Who knows what Shibari means?”
There were some vague comments about knots and rope. Rick nodded. “You are all on the right track. What about kinbaku? Anyone?” He uncoiled a length of rope as he spoke and started looping it around her body, knotting it as he went.
“Shibari, the more well-known term for most people, refers to the purely artistic, aesthetic rope work. Kinbaku refers to the artistic, sensual, sexual practice with rope as a whole. It is the term for artistic or erotic tying in Japanese rope bondage.”
She was pretty sure he kept talking, but as the ropes went around her body, Maggie found herself sinking into a kind of sensual daze.
* * *
Rick looked down at Maggie. She’d been surprised to see him, and he recognized the exact moment she put two and two together and realized he probably hadn’t learned his knots as a Boy Scout.
He talked to the class, lectured them on the importance of learning from a master before attempting rope bondage. He explained the risk of cutting off circulation and doing real damage to the rope model if one didn’t know what they were doing. He also showed the class the beauty of the rope patterns and how bondage could affect the recipient.
He watched carefully as Maggie’s eyes half closed, and she almost looked like she’d been drugged. She was drifting into subspace just from the feel of the ropes around her body, caressing her erotically in places, and holding her in the position he’d chosen for her.
She was always beautiful to him, but seeing the sensual pleasure on her face as she drifted gratified him in a way he’d never felt before. Not only had she trusted him unreservedly, but she’d turned herself over to the experience, putting herself fully and without reserve into his hands.
He was the luckiest man in the world.
When he had her fully bound, he held her close, tucking her face into his shoulder as he caressed the small amount of unbound skin on her back. She sighed with pleasure.
When he’d answered the last of the questions, he carried her to the big chair at the side of the room. Gabriel and Amanda had recently vacated it. The big Dom helped him quickly unbind Maggie and then took charge of coiling the used rope. Amanda handed him a blanket and then, when he was settled in the chair with Maggie in his lap, a bottle of water.
He thanked them and turned back to Maggie.
11
Maggie was vaguely aware of what was happening around her; it was like she was half asleep. But it was different than that because she could feel every sensation, like every part of her body was hypersensitive. She could feel the rasp of the ropes on her skin. Even where she was wearing her tank and yoga pants, she could feel the sensuous caress of the rope moving over her body and between her legs. It almost seemed to lull her into an altered state of consciousness. Was it the subspace she’d read about?
As she drifted back to the surface, she realized where she was. Earlier when Gabriel had held Amanda, she’d dreamed of Rick holding her the same way, and now it was happening.
Her big, strong, gentle CPA was a Dom? She tried to make sense of it all. Jenna had called him Master Rick. She’d also said that the Shibari master had been away from the club for three years, the same length of time she and Rick had been together.
She looked up at him. His eyes were closed as he held her tight. His expression was more content than she’d ever seen it.
Her heart swelled. He’d given this up for her. He’d never told her or made her feel guilty. He’d known when they met that she needed to take the lead in their relationship and he let her take the lead in and out of the bedroom, putting his own needs aside.
She felt the tears well up and spill over.
“Oh, baby. Are you okay? It’s just subdrop.” He tightened his grip and rocked her in his arms and
soothed her.
She cried harder.
“I’m sorry, Maggie. I’m so sorry. I promise, I’ll never do this again.” His voice thickened with sorrow. She had to reassure him.
She reached up and placed a finger over his mouth.
“Oh, Rick. That’s not why I’m crying. What you did with the ropes… it was beautiful, and I can’t wait to do it again… and maybe I can be naked next time?”
He grinned and nodded, but his eyes were still wary.
“Then why are you crying?”
“Because I just realized how much you sacrificed for me. You’re a Dom but you gave it up. For me!”
“It was no sacrifice. I fell in love with you the moment I first laid eyes on you. I’d do anything for you, baby, anything.”
“Including giving up an important part of your life. And don’t you deny it.” She sat up straighter in his lap so she could see his face better. It was only then that she remembered where they were. She looked around. “Where is everyone?”
“They left for the tour fifteen minutes ago.” There was both pride and amusement in his voice as he added, “You weren’t in any condition to join them.”
“I see.”
“Don’t worry. I can give you a private tour later… if you still want one.” His tone had started out playful, but then he’d sobered up. “Don’t ever look at it as a sacrifice, Maggie. You’re the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. Being a Dom was a part of my life for a long time, but you are everything in the world to me. When we met, the last thing you needed was another man trying to control you in the bedroom.”
She looked at him. “Philip tried to control me in and out of the bedroom. What kind of a Dom are you? Do you want a woman who is submissive in all aspects of life?”
* * *
Rick met her gaze. “Hell no! I have Dom friends who do everything from pick out their submissive’s clothing to menu planning. I have no interest in that much control. In the bedroom, on the other hand…”
“In the bedroom you want control?” He nodded. “And I’m assuming in the BDSM club?”
“Of course.”
“What we did together… when you were role playing Officer Rick… how much of that was the real you in the bedroom…”
“Well, I generally don’t pretend to be a cop, unless I’m acting out a scenario; however, the control, the spanking, the threat to tie you up… oh, god, Maggie. I’ve dreamed of having you helpless in my ropes while I teased and taunted you and, yes, while I reddened your ass and controlled your orgasm. And then, when I finally let you come, you’d feel it more intensely than you’ve ever done before.”
She buried her face in his chest and Rick stiffened. Oh, god, he’d gone too far!
“Baby? Maggie, are you okay?”
“Oh, Rick. I almost came just from you talking about what you want to do to me. I don’t want a Dom outside the bedroom, but I’m pretty sure I’d like one in the bedroom and the club. As long as we can occasionally role play where I get to be Mistress Maggie ordering around her slave boy.”
“I think that I can agree to those terms. But I think we should seal them with a good spanking. What do you think?”
“I think my heart is going to beat its way out of my chest with excitement, and I’m already getting wet.”
“Really? Let me check…” Rick slid his hand up under her tank top, placed it on her chest, and grinned as he felt the thudding of her racing heart. Then he slid his hand into her yoga pants and slid a finger inside her.
* * *
Maggie moaned. She liked the new, sexually dominant Rick. She tried to get some traction so she could rub her clit against his hand, but he just laughed, removed his fingers from her pussy and flicked her clit once before removing his hand from her pants.
“Time for that tour.”
“Maybe I can come once before the tour? Just to take the edge off.” She gripped his wrist and tried to insert his hand back into her pants. With a laugh, he pulled his hand free. Then he gripped her waist and helped her stand before he stood up. “Time for your first official scene.”
12
Thirty minutes later, Maggie found herself strapped to a spanking bench much like Amanda was earlier. The main difference, she was completely naked. They were also in a private room, which she very much appreciated.
Rick had taken her through the club. They’d stopped to look at various scenes. She’d found the whole thing arousing, including the one where her new friend Jane was strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross and a man, her husband Ben Maggie assumed, struck her with a succession of floggers.
“The sensation builds that way,” Rick had explained. “He starts with one that’s soft and helps get the blood flowing and rising to the surface. Then he moves to a more intense one. It gives sensations akin to a really intense massage. The one he’s using now, it hurts a lot if you just start with it, but by now, she’s warmed up and ready for it.”
Maggie believed him. Jane was moaning with what seemed to Maggie to be arousal, begging Ben to strike her harder and harder.
“Will you do that to me one day?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good. Then yes, I will. But not today.” He whispered in her ear, “I’ve arranged a private room with a spanking bench for us. We’ve been on the floor of the club for almost half an hour, and you haven’t called me Sir once. I think you are looking to experience a punishment.
“Oh, yeah. I’m thinking I’d like to see your ass striped by my belt.”
Maggie shivered with desire. She should be afraid. She should be running away from Rick, but she wanted to drag him into that private room he was talking about and experience his belt on her ass.
She looked up at him. Desire was making his blue eyes glow. He knew exactly what his words were doing to her.
“Oh, Rick. Why didn’t we do this years ago?”
“It wasn’t the right time; now it is. Come with me, baby.” He took her wrist and led her to the back of the club and down a corridor past three closed doors. The fourth door was open. He led her into the room and then paused before going in.
“Maggie, before we go through the door, I have to ask you if you have really thought hard about this. I’ve been able to live a vanilla life with you, but if we take this step, if you accept me as your Master, there is no going back. I’m not going to be able to be vanilla with you again. I don’t want to rush or pressure you. If you aren’t sure, we can leave and come back another time. I’ve kept my membership active.”
Maggie’s heart swelled. She stood up on tiptoes and kissed Rick gently on the mouth. Then she deliberately walked across the threshold and into their new life together.
* * *
Rick looked around. The room had been prepared exactly to his specifications. He turned to Maggie. He knew she was excited and turned on, but that was outside in the club. Would she still feel the same when he went through with his promise of punishment?
It was too late now to go back. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d told her that, once they moved beyond a vanilla relationship, he wouldn’t be able to go back to one.
He closed the door behind them and locked it. There was a comfortable chair in one corner for aftercare, and beside it was a table filled with the various implements he’d asked for. There was a comfortable spanking bench in the middle of the room, and there was a pillow on the floor halfway between the bench and the door.
“Strip and kneel on the pillow.”
He held his breath and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. Maggie stripped and tossed her clothes in a pile at the side of the room and started to drop down to her knees. Rick stopped her with a word and frown. She looked at him with outrage when he indicated what she wanted.
Finally, when her clothes were folded to his satisfaction, she kneeled and tried to imitate the postures she’d no doubt read about.
“Very nice for your first attempt, baby. I
prefer your hands behind your neck. It makes your tits jut out, and you know how much I love your tits.
“We just have one thing to talk about before we get started.
“Do we have to talk?”
He nodded. “Yes, we are going to do this right. Do you know what a safe word is?”
He saw her shiver and her eyes grew round as she looked up at him. “It’s the word I say to stop everything.”
Rick nodded. “Pick one, baby.” When she hesitated, he added, “Or we can use green, yellow and red today. Later, when we talk more about what you liked and didn’t like, you can pick your own.”
He watched her think about it before nodding. That pleased him.
“I need you to answer me in words. Tell me you agree to use these words and what you think they mean.”
“Green for things are fine, yellow for slow down and red means stop.”
“Means stop…”
She looked at him for a moment before she realized what she hadn’t said. “Red means stop, Sir.”
“Very good, Maggie. And now we may begin.”
While she adjusted her position, he started to circle her, stopping only at the implement table to retrieve the riding crop. As he moved back in front of her, he reached out with the crop and struck her left nipple. She gasped but didn’t break position. He struck the right nipple. This time she moaned.
“Did you like that Maggie?”
“Yes, Rick”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good, baby. Now stand and walk over to the bench. Walk slowly and then stop in front of it. Keep your hands where they are unless I instruct you differently.”