Frisco made an approving sound and handed her a vibrator with a condom over it. “It’s been cleaned well, and it’s in a condom. Use it on yourself while I spend some time with Cam but try not to have any orgasms. Okay?”
She nodded and he patted Cam’s arm. “Hand one wrist to Cassie, and lift the other over your head.”
Cassie accepted the wrist cuff from Frisco and carefully put it on as he’d instructed — snug, but not so tight she couldn’t fit two fingers in it. She could easily see which hole the buckle was used to going into, but she checked anyway.
When the wrist cuffs were on, Frisco ordered Cam to his back with his legs in the air, and he buckled cuffs on Cam’s ankles.
The wall Frisco had been fiddling with now sported a makeshift Saint Andrew’s Cross, and she looked at it in wonder as Frisco worked and talked. She also crossed her legs in front of her on the sofa, and let Frisco’s t-shirt cover her private parts.
“We’ve talked before about how some Masters don’t feel a slave should be able to make demands about what gender they serve,” Frisco told Cam. “Some are married and take on a slave for themselves, but will occasionally require the slave to service their wife. You knew I’d put you with a woman at some point, yes?”
“Yes, Master.”
“When we finish on the cross you’ll pleasure Cassie. You’re the slave; she’s the submissive. Where does this put you in the pecking order?”
“On the bottom, Master.”
He finished the last buckle and patted the side of his calf. Cam gracefully put his legs down, rolled to the side, and came up in a beautiful kneeling posture, sitting on his heels with his knees spread and his hands laced behind his head.
“Nicely done. I told you this morning you deserved a reward. Please turn and tell Cassie your safeword, and explain when you might use it in this kind of scene. Don’t complicate the issue by explaining how it works in other circumstances. She only needs to know the rules for this scene.”
Cam turned and smiled at Cassie. “My safeword is arabesque. For this scene, if I need Master to stop, I’ll say it, and he’ll stop and ask me what’s wrong. However, if I just need him to back off whatever he’s doing without stopping, then I say fouetté.”
“You’re a ballet dancer?”
Cam looked to Frisco, who nodded, and Cam smiled at Cassie. “Yes. You’re familiar with the terms?”
Now Cassie looked at Frisco, who seemed okay with her answering even though he’d told her not to start any lengthy conversations. She let her gaze fall back on Cam and said, “Yes, but we can talk about it later. Thank you for the foot massage, it was heavenly.”
“You’re most welcome.”
He looked at Frisco, who pointed to the cross, and Cam stood without using his hands — all in one fluid motion. Cassie wanted to see the move again, wanted him to explain how he’d done it, but only watched him walk across the floor. Damn, he had a nice ass.
She wondered how often Frisco fucked it.
His legs weren’t too bad, either, and she could see the dancer in him as he walked across the room.
Shit, even his back muscles were fucking sexy, the way his shoulder blades moved, and the muscles curved into his waist, and then merged with his fine, fine, ass.
He turned and faced the room, placing his hands and feet in the appropriate places on the cross. The front view was just as good, and she took a moment to look at his clean-shaven cock and balls.
He had the perfect cock. Thick without being too long.
Cam held position without being bound while Frisco attached a leather parachute-looking thing to his slave’s balls, and then added dangly bits until Cam’s poor nutsack stretched towards the floor. Cam grunted and moaned a little, but didn’t complain.
Cassie wasn’t too sure about using the vibrator, but she put her fingers around her clit and massaged the area.
When Frisco finished, he motioned for his slave to turn around, and it only took a few seconds for Frisco to secure Cam on the cross.
The next five or ten minutes weren’t terribly exciting. Frisco flogged Cam’s back, ass, and thighs — but she could tell he wasn’t doing it very hard, though Cam’s skin gradually grew pink, and finally started turning a little red. Cam moaned in pleasure and moved around a little, but Cassie thought she may have made more noises during her foot massage.
When Frisco finally stopped she was disappointed. However, instead of being finished, he merely put the whip down and lifted another.
At the first strike, Cam’s head lifted towards the ceiling and he made a noise that could have signified pleasure or pain, but the mystery was solved when Cam ground out, “Oh, god yes. Thank you Master.”
Frisco put his whole body into the next strike, and welt marks formed across Cam’s back in mere seconds. Cam gave a small scream, thanked his Master again, and took a few seconds to relax his body in preparation for the next strike.
This flogger was louder than the others, and each blow sent more blood into her clit. No longer bored, Cassie pressed three fingers inside herself and pressed her palm to her clit in an attempt to give herself some relief.
Still, the cluster of nerves throbbed and grew with each strike, and she had to keep from making noises along with Cam.
Frisco moved around his slave’s body until the red lines criss-crossed all over his back, ass, and thighs. She’d read it was bad to wrap, but lines snaked around his body and Cam’s louder screams as they formed made her insides quake and shiver until she was in danger of coming.
Frisco traded the flogger for a black stick this time, and it didn’t look like he hit terribly hard, but a white line immediately formed and quickly filled with red. Cam’s right foot lifted and stomped a half dozen times, and he roared a loud and deep fuck every time his foot landed.
When he finally stilled, he said, “Thank you Master. God, it’s a lot, but…Thank you.”
Frisco stepped to Cam’s other side and, for the first time Cassie noticed, looked at her. His perceptive eyes took in her hand on her pussy, and he shot her a quick smile before once again returning his attention to Cam.
The next strike seemed just a little harder, and Cam once again stomped his foot and said fuck a half dozen or so times. His thanks seemed heartfelt, as if he truly wanted each and every blow.
This went on another ten or fifteen minutes, and Cassie had never been so close to an orgasm without someone touching her.
Frisco stopped, put his mouth to Cam’s ear and said something Cassie couldn’t hear, though she heard Cam’s “Yes, Master.”
Frisco lifted a thick, heavy paddle with holes in it and looked at Cassie. “He’s going to take ten strikes of this and then we’ll turn him around and I’d like you to help me put clothespins on him. Are you up for it?” She nodded, but Frisco said, “Cam can’t see you; he needs to hear your answer.”
“Yes, I’d love to help.”
The paddle was awful, and Cassie was both turned on and horrified.
Cam no longer thanked his Master, and Cassie could no longer hear both pain and pleasure in his screams — they seemed to be all pain.
He fought his restraints, and Cassie was sure he would have escaped and run if he could’ve. Frisco didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath between strikes, but gave them one after another, with only a few seconds to resituate and take aim.
When the tenth fell he immediately unhooked Cam, turned him, and pulled the smaller man into his arms.
“You did good, boy. You did good.”
Cassie could see real tears and didn’t know what was going on. Cam said he could say his safeword and stop it. Why hadn’t he?
After a few moments, Frisco leaned Cam against the cross and locked him in again, this time face out.
He motioned for Cassie to come to him, and handed her a bag of clothespins.
“We’re both going to put them on an identical spot of his body at the same time. We’ll start with his arms. Watch where I pinch the skin, and you
do the same. I’ll count down from three, so it’s ‘three, two, one, clip’, and then we’ll do it again. Okay?”
They started on his arms, between his elbow and shoulder, and made a straight line up until it looked as if his skin were a seam.
Cam groaned, breathed heavy, and squirmed, but didn’t say anything.
She wanted to caress the skin, trace her fingers over and between his carved and sculpted lean dancer’s muscles, but she restrained herself to copying Frisco, so Cam had the same thing happening on both sides of his body simultaneously.
Frisco led her through forming a line of them going down Cam’s sides and snaking around his abs. There wasn’t much loose skin to work with on his abs, and Cassie had a hard time getting them to stay. Frisco handed her some with grips, and those stayed.
They also made Cam moan louder.
Frisco took the parachute looking thing off Cam’s balls and said, “It’s important you make sure you only catch the skin, okay? None of the meaty good stuff inside.”
Cassie laughed and agreed, and Frisco talked her through putting them all over Cam’s balls as he watched.
Cam’s eyes were closed, his body taut, and she wanted to know what was going through his mind. When he screamed and moaned she felt more connected to him, and a little experimenting revealed if she put them on quickly and more random, he started moaning again. So she did.
When she’d used all the clothespins Frisco provided, he said, “Okay, now I’ll line them up on his cock while you watch.”
Cassie backed up and watched as Frisco expertly put them on in record time — up one side and down the other.
It looked strange, and obscene, and downright morbid.
She wondered if people put clothespins on girl parts, too, but didn’t have the nerve to ask.
When finished, Frisco smiled and said, “Now comes the fun part. Do you see the smallest flogger on the table?” Cassie nodded and he said, “Bring it to me, please?”
She lifted it, felt the leather, and was surprised at how thick each strand was. “You’re going to flog him while the clothespins are on?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, I’m going to flog the clothespins off.”
He put his arm around her, pulled her to his side so she could watch, and casually flicked the clothespins on his arm. A few clattered to the ground and Cam gave a sharp yelp.
Frisco chuckled and struck again.
It took longer than Cassie thought it should to get them off his arms, sides and abs, and she felt bad she’d needed to use the meaner clothespins for his abs because Cam screamed louder when they came off.
“Okay boy,” Frisco said, looking at Cam. “I’ll be fast, so get a few good breaths and push plenty of oxygen into your system.”
Cam took a few deep breaths without blowing much out, much like a swimmer or diver preparing for a long time underwater.
He nodded once and Frisco literally tore into his cock with the flogger.
Cassie watched in horrified fascination as Cam fought his bonds, and screamed and thrashed and begged, but didn’t say his safeword.
When it was over, Cam hung on the cross. His body was marked from the clothespins and the flogger, and he looked as if he’d been tortured. He was breathing heavy, with the occasional pained moan, but his cock was hard as a rock.
“Want to kiss it and make it better?” Frisco asked.
She realized she’d been staring at Cam’s cock, and blushed. She thought he’d been joking, but his face looked as if he expected an answer and she said, “Can I?”
He nodded, and she leaned down to lick and kiss it. Before long she took him into her mouth and Frisco laughed.
“I didn’t say you could suck him.”
She came off him, embarrassed, but Frisco kissed her on the lips and pressed her mouth open with his as if he wanted to taste Cam in her mouth.
When he finally let her up for air she was breathless, and he smiled and said, “You can suck him a little later, if you want. For now, let’s get him down and move to the bedroom. I think it’s time we gave you some attention.”
As Frisco released Cam, he told him, “You’ll need to wake up early enough in the morning to put everything away before you leave for class.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
Frisco kept his arm around Cam as they walked, not supporting him physically so much as emotionally. Perhaps providing physical balance, but it seemed more important than just having his arm around the younger man — as if Frisco wasn’t abandoning him after thrashing him.
They went down four steps and through a door into a huge bedroom.
The living room had been decorated sparsely, making the space even larger and more cavernous.
The bedroom, however, was full of old world furniture you’d have expected to see in a king’s chambers a few hundred years ago, with a huge bed sporting gigantic columns and metal work above. There was more than one armoire, and the fabrics on the bed and windows were all in navy and a variety of tans and golds. Most bachelors stayed away from fabrics, but Frisco had gone overboard and the effect was all masculine luxury.
“Okay, Cassie,” Frisco said, “take the shirt off and center yourself on the bed, on your back.”
He turned to Cam. “You told me you’d gone down on a woman in high school, but I’m going to talk you through it. Cassie will also give pointers. This is a training session; can you please explain your rules to our female companion?”
Cam crawled on the bed and sat beside Cassie. “Can I touch your leg while I talk?”
She nodded and he rested his hand on her thigh. “My contract says Frisco will train me in how to pleasure a woman, in case I someday have a Master who requires this of me. When he’s training me to do something I’ve agreed to, I can’t refuse an order. If I do, I’m punished.”
Cassie looked to Frisco. “Am I only here so you have a woman to teach him on?”
Frisco looked horrified, and sat on her other side and gently touched her face. “No, Cassie. Not at all, but if you’re uncomfortable with my teaching him we can do something else. He isn’t scheduled for this part of his training for another couple of months, but since you’re here, and he doesn’t know…” He shook his head. “I apologize for making it seem so. I’ll change the dynamic, because I don’t want you to feel as if I’m using you.”
“Please don’t change anything!” she blurted. “I want to help show him, if he wants to learn. I just needed to know.” She waved her arms, trying to explain. “I mean, I want to be here, and I wanted you to want me to be here, too. Not just to train him, but because…” She trailed off, uncomfortable finishing the sentence.
“I’m very happy to have you here.” He caressed her cheek again and added, “Feel free to give Cam instructions to help him pleasure you. Okay?”
She nodded and he made a motion to Cam as he leaned over her and brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss this time. Frisco could convey so much with his lips — tenderness, aggression, dominance. This one told her he was ready to focus on her, and she hoped she could withstand the force of his undivided attention with Cam also doing things to her. She’d barely survived Frisco alone.
Because Frisco started so tender, she expected it to stay soft and warm, but his lips spread hers and his tongue invaded, and she moaned as her hips moved of their own accord.
Almost immediately, she felt warm breath at her entrance and the gentle touch of a tongue.
Cam was tentative, but she didn’t say anything to encourage him. She was a little worried she’d get him in trouble. He had bruises on his ass and thighs, and while he’d seemed to enjoy what Frisco had done tonight, she had a feeling a punishment would look a lot different.
In a way, his timid faltering was even more of a turn-on. The idea he had to do this, and would be punished if he balked, somehow made her enjoy it more than she had from supposedly skilled partners in the past.
But then he hit a good spot, and her moan was several octav
es lower than it should be, and Frisco rose to say, “Cam? Whatever you just did? Do it again.”
He did, and Cassie moaned again.
Frisco moved down to watch and began telling him things to try. Some hit the right spot, others were just so-so, but Frisco kept a running commentary as he instructed Cam.
And Cam was apparently excellent at following instructions.
When she could take no more, she moved her hips and said, “You’re driving me crazy! I need more, please!”
Her gaze met Frisco’s, and he smiled and said, “I think we can arrange for something more.”
His hand landed on the back of Cam’s neck as he said, “Use your first two fingers. Don’t just poke them in though…tease them in.”
Cassie had no idea there was so much technical detail in properly fingering a woman. Frisco talked him through finding her g-spot — both the one Cassie knew about, and then another she had no idea existed.
He had Cam back off just before she came, every damned time, and she was growing more and more frustrated, but didn’t say anything.
Finally, when he had Cam stop yet again, she opened her eyes and glared at Frisco. “Dammit! Why won’t you let him make me come?”
Cam looked horrified, but Frisco only smiled and said, “You only have to ask.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “Please, will you let Cam make me come?”
Frisco leaned down, kissed her forehead, and said, “Will you trust me to make this good? Do you want to have sex with Cam?”
Was this a trick question? Did he want her to say she only wanted him?
No, it didn’t seem Frisco’s style. She considered the question a few seconds and finally answered, “If he’s okay with it, then…I guess?”
He smiled, kissed her again, and sat up.
“Cam, get a condom from the top drawer and put it on.”
Cam immediately moved away from Cassie to follow orders with no hesitation. He didn’t seem comfortable putting it on, as if it were another new experience. Or, at least something he didn’t do often.
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