by K. L. Joy
The next one came, and my whole body jolted, it was low on my cheeks and ripples of pain shot into my asshole. "Three, thank you, M'lady."
"Louder!"
"Four, thank you, M'lady," I said, my voice aquiver.
The next two strokes came down hard and I flinched, my buttocks raised slightly off the horse to receive them in the hope that they would sting less. This was not the case. On the sixth stroke I responded, "Six, M'lady. Thank you for your tutoring."
"Did I say I was finished?"
"No, M'lady, I just assumed..."
"Well, you know you should never assume. Do you know what I want to hear?"
"Yes, M'lady."
"Are you prepared to tell me yet?"
She bent down to look upon my face, the first time I had seen her eyes; they were so clear and blue. It shocked me from my resolve not to tell her the toy I had inserted in me. "Yes, M'lady." My voice was almost a whisper.
"So what is it you have?"
"A set of silver Ben-Wah balls, M'lady."
"Ahh, this could be fun, would you like me to remove them now and show them to your Sir?"
"If that is your wish, M'lady."
"How is your clit feeling? Have you had enough of the peg yet?"
"Yes, M'lady."
"Well, perhaps I will remove them, perhaps I will not."
"As you wish, M'lady."
"Good, now you understand. You will be untied. Let us see if you are disciplined enough to take my orders without the restraints."
The Domme's boy appeared and unclipped the hooks from my wrists and ankles, leaving the heavy leather cuffs. She instructed me to stand and lift my skirt. Slowly, I rose from the horse, my head and eyes lowered. I stood before her hitched my skirt to my waist.
"Spread your legs and bend backwards." Her voice was soft again. With my back leaning on the pommel horse, I did. The pressure on my tender ass was a welcome reminder that I was hers to do with as she pleased; I only hoped that included release.
She trailed the crop down my naked breasts, across my belly and between my thighs. Her other hand reached down and snatched the peg from my clit; my eyelids fluttered as the blood rushed back to the area, and a sigh escaped me.
"You know you are not to come until I allow you to."
"Yes, M'lady."
She twitched the crop between my thighs. I stood with my feet planted and my pelvis forward to receive every stroke. The balls, now saturated, began to slip; I had to squeeze my muscles tightly. To drop them now would mean severe punishment. She stopped the swinging crop just as suddenly as she had begun. I remained standing as ordered. I could see that the room had filled while I was on show. My Sir now sat a few feet away, hand on chin, smiling his half smile.
M'lady turned to him. "Sir, do you have any further suggestions?"
"Have her kneel before me."
I was led over to my Sir; a gentle pressure on my shoulders told me to lower my body. I knelt before him, legs spread open with my skirt still held waist high. M'lady stood behind him and looked down upon me with pride. I felt like a child brought before her parents.
"You have responded well to the discipline. Now how do you respond to orders when you are not restrained?" He reached forward and grabbed my sex in his fist, squeezing the mound and entering me with his fingers.
"Ahh, yes, the silver balls. What are we to do with those?"
"Anything you wish, Sir."
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
The thought of the butt plug in my bag weighed heavily on my mind,
"Yes, Sir."
I knelt prostrate before my Sir. His silence chilled me. Had I revealed the toys that I had brought earlier, I knew I could have saved myself a lot of pain and humiliation. The pain, I was not sorry that I had experienced; the humiliation was tempered only by the fact that I was unable to look upon the faces that surrounded us now.
M'lady was the first to speak. "Tell your Sir what you have had hidden from him. You now understand the consequences of secrecy."
"Yes, M'lady, I shall. If you would look in my bag, you will see the item I have kept hidden." The revelation of its existence would cause me more shame. Sir reached down and handed my bag to M'lady. Upon opening it, the butt plug was visible only to her.
M'lady laughed. "So you wish to be stretched, to receive your Sir in your ass?"
"Yes, M'lady."
"I must say you are a surprise package." She withdrew the plug and placed it in my mouth. "This is where you shall wear it for now." M'lady left us to tie her own sub to the Cross.
The latex tasted bitter and powdery on the back of my tongue, making me gag slightly. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Sir lifted the chain, and I rose to a standing position. He led me to the toilets and told me to pee; he wished to see my stream. I had never had to pee on command before and found it difficult to begin. My naked breasts still wearing the pegs on each nipple, now comfortably numb, were shocked by the cooler air in the toilets. A shudder ran through me, and I was able to comply. My legs were spread wide and Sir watched me with his half smile, aware that I would now do anything he wished. My submission was his.
After the toilet, I was taken back to the playroom, the candles flickering as I walked, barefoot and half-naked down the corridor to who knew what. This time, he did not enter the dungeon room. He walked over to the stockade bed, now empty, and ordered me to kneel on it with my ass facing him. He removed the plug from my mouth.
"Please, Sir, if I may speak?"
"Go ahead."
"If you are to place that in between my cheeks, I must tell you that I am so close to orgasm. I have been whipped and teased, and I beg you for release."
"You may beg for it, but you may not get it. It is for me to decide whether you deserve it and whether you have paid for your earlier disobedience."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir" was my meager reply. How could I not obey this man, who had given me pleasure? Before tonight, I had only my fantasies of a scenario like this. To be given to someone and told that you are to submit to them without question; it was something I had dreamed of for so long. The only thing that would make the night complete was release from the longing in my sex.
I knelt on the bed before Sir and heard him spit, felt it run down between the cheeks of my asshole. The butt plug was wet from my saliva, and Sir worked the spit around the area for lubrication. The sheer curtains surrounding the bed were pulled aside, and a couple stopped in their tracks.
"I think you would do best to find somewhere else for your fornication, unless you wish to watch." I could hear the sly smile in his voice. The plug was roughly pushed into my hole; a primal sound from deep within escaped me. They decided to move on. There were still a few people around the room, but the curtains provided an enticing silhouette of the events on the bed.
Sir lifted the stockade built into the headboard.
"Place your head and hands in here." I crawled forward and obeyed the instructions immediately. The gate came down on my neck and I felt the tightness in my wrists. Sir removed the cuffs I had been wearing.
"How is that? Comfortable I presume?" I was now naked, completely immobilized and trying to hold both a butt plug and two silver balls inside me. My nipples were pegged and I had no idea what was to come next. M'lady re-entered the room.
"How are you finding her demeanor, Sir? I do hope she has become more affable."
"Your work has done wonders; she is now a very pliable submissive." Their exchange sent a shiver of pride through me, knowing that I had pleased my Sir.
"So what are your intentions towards her now?"
"Why, M'lady, I do so hope that you would join us in this exchange. Do you wish to continue whipping her?"
"Of course, Sir."
"It's always a pleasure to see you work."
M'lady had two long-tailed items attached to each wrist. She stood on the bed behind me.
"These are my dragon's tails. They provide a warm sting
on the back and buttocks." She began swinging them; the sound of the air rushing made my heartbeat faster. The first lash came down on my back, and I pulled away.
Sir grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me roughly. "Don't move and you shall have release."
How could I not obey? My longing was rising to a peak. I was having difficulty holding the balls in; I was so wet.
"Please, Sir, will you remove the balls? I need them out now."
"Do you now? We'll see what M'lady thinks, as she is in a better position to judge." Lifting his head over the bed head to be heard, he asked, "M'lady, do you think she deserves release from the silver balls?"
"Of course, Sir, if that is your wish." He must have nodded; I felt her hand reach down between my wet lips, fingering around for the string, and the balls were yanked out past my tight muscles.
M'lady continued flogging me, one lash, two lashes, three lashes, the stinging warming my back. Four lashes, five lashes, the pain descending into my empty cave. Six lashes, seven lashes, eight lashes, trying not to orgasm, my ass rising to receive the lashes. Nine lashes, ten lashes. My body began to shake with the first signs of orgasm. Sir saw my face begin to flush.
"Remember, you are not to have release until I say so."
"Yes, Sir," I groaned
He turned to M'lady with a bow of his head, "Thank you, M'lady, for assisting me to bring this luscious girl to submission."
"It has been my pleasure, Sir."
By the way they were talking, it seemed that he was going to finish me off on his own. I was so desperate for release now. Sir opened the stockade and told me to sit before him. The butt plug pushed against my hole, and I squirmed. While he was talking, he absently fingered my extended nipples, twitching the pegs and sending shivers through me.
"You will get dressed, and I will see you at the door to the club in five minutes. We are leaving."
My mouth fell open, but I responded, "Yes, Sir."
K.L. Joy was born in Victoria, Australia.
In the early '90's, she completed a B.A. (Soc. Sci.) majoring in Sociology at La Trobe University.
After gaining her degree, K.L.'s gypsy spirit cried out for freedom and she traveled around the country working as an artist’s model for fetish photographers in Melbourne, and a life model for painters in Queensland, and a nude outdoor model in Darwin, amongst other things. Soon after returning to Melbourne she hooked up with the fetish photographer again, who took her to the top couturier of corsets. In the instant the laces were tightened KL knew she had found her fetish!
Immersing herself in the BDSM subculture, she often remained on the fringe to allow her method of investigation to remain unaffected. Through her interactions, KL found she had a 'catalyst’ of her own hence the title of her first book. Her desire was freed to explore fully the BDSM sub culture.
The first novel, Catalyst, Stories of Awakening, was print released in May '09 to a warm reception from the fetish community in Melbourne. K.L. has also traveled to Adelaide where the BDSM community welcomed her with open arms.
She has also published short stories in an adult magazine Paddles, under the name Mz K, and a Community Press Magazine under the name K.L. Joy.