“Really? I mean I don’t want Miss Amanda to do anything she doesn’t want to do. I know I’m useless as a Dom…”
“Amanda, Look Nigel in the eye and tell him want you want me to do to you?”
“Nigel, I would like Master Gabriel to do as he wishes within the hard limits documented on my check list. The only implements specifically excluded by me are the tawse and the more extreme canes such as the stainless steel type.”
“And you don’t want him to, er, have sex with you.” Nigel finished the sentence in almost a whisper.
“Master Nigel, sex was off the table between us because you have a girlfriend and I do not have sex with men who have a significant other.” She glanced over at the owner of Club Hades. “As Master Gabriel and I are both single, he has my permission to… to use my body as he sees fit in accordance to the terms of the BDSM checklist that I signed when I joined the club, which includes sex.”
“And are you okay if Master Nigel watches, Amanda?”
“Yes, Sir. I have no hard or soft limit relating to being watched.”
“Andrew, can you please get Nigel a chair. He might as well get comfortable because I’m going to take my time with this.” Then he helped her lay back down on the bench and refastened her restraints.
He started with running his hands all over her exposed flesh. He even leaned over her, his bare chest against her back, and reached around her, his hands gliding over her breasts. His body was big and warm and enveloped hers. She could feel his cock straining through the leather of his pants. She couldn’t be completely sure because of his clothing, but the size seemed impressive. She sincerely hoped she’d get a chance to get up close and personal with it before the scene was over.
Then he’d started kneading her breasts firmly, his hands squeezing harder and harder until she moaned first in pain and then in pleasure. His hands slid down her flesh to the hard pointed tips. He pinched her nipples once, twice, three times and then let go. Her pussy started throbbing in time with her nipples and she could feel the first drip of moisture between her legs.
Master Gabriel stood and she’d moaned in protest of the loss of contact.
He slapped her ass. “Amanda, no speaking except to safe word or in response to a direct question. We will use the standard red, yellow, green safewords. Are you familiar with them?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. Back to work. Nigel, I want you to look at the moisture already dripping out of her pussy. That’s simply from me manhandling her breasts. What does that tell you?”
“I see it Master Gabriel! She’s aroused.” Nigel’s tone had held awe. “That’s from the pain you gave her?”
Gabe laughed and slapped her ass hard. She jumped, or at least jerked in her restraints. It wasn’t possible to actually move. Gabriel had added to the original fastenings and she could only wiggle her fingers and toes. Everything else wasn’t moving until he chose to free her.
“I told you Nigel. She’s a masochist. She gets turned by pain, but only if it is done properly. You can’t just whale away on her. You have to understand how pain and pleasure are two halves of the same coin and how one can contribute to the other. You have read about endorphins, but you clearly don’t understand how they work.
“You have to understand how to read your submissive’s reactions. No two subs are the same. You have to learn what works for them and what doesn’t. As the Dominant, you are responsible for her pleasure and her pain. Yes, she’s responsible for obeying you, but you are also responsible for her orgasms. You can choose to give them to her or withhold them to help build her to the ultimate crescendo of sensation.”
“Why would I withhold them? I want to give Charity pleasure.”
“Watch and learn my young Dom.”
Abruptly Gabriel slapped Amanda’s other buttock. She could feel the rising warmth as he used both hands to massage the red marks his hand had raised. She felt herself relaxing. Gabriel’s movements her confident and assured. He knew exactly how to handle a submissive.
Gabriel moved so that he was standing to one side. He placed his left hand on the small of her back and then he laid into her with his other hand. Smack, smack, smack. Left cheek, right cheek, each swat harder than the last. By the tenth she was yelping. By the twentieth she was moaning and she knew that the moisture was running freely down her inner thighs.
Amanda lost count of the strikes and sank into the building sensation, but too soon Gabriel stopped and ran his hands over her flaming ass, rubbing lightly, smoothing around the heat so that her whole ass felt aflame. The little pulse that had started between her legs with the first swat now throbbed strongly.
“What shall I used next my sweet sub? Perhaps a flogger? Yes, I’m thinking it’s time for a flogger. What do you think?”
She moaned in the affirmative.
He must have picked up a flogger while he was speaking. Now he was running it lightly down her back. She shivered with anticipation. “I’m waiting for an answer, kitten. You are to speak when asked a direct question. Do you want me to use a flogger on you?”
“Yes please, Sir.”
“You hear that, Nigel. Hear the need in her tone, the desire?”
“Yes, I do!” She would have laughed at the surprise in Nigel’s tone if she hadn’t been so desperate to be flogged.
“Please, Sir! Please flog me!”
“Awe… feeling a little needy, kitten? Or are you trying to top from the bottom? Just remember, do not come without permission, or I’ll use the cane in a way you definitely will not enjoy.” After she acknowledged her understanding, he brought the flogger down hard on her sore ass. Amanda screamed in shock, pain and satisfaction. Gabriel laughed and started the flogging her in earnest.
He clearly hadn’t chosen the most painful flogger, but he wasn’t starting out the one of the easier ones either. He moved with purpose so the strands of the flogger struck up and down her back, on her ass and upper thighs, over and over and over, the sensation building and building.
Once she was warm all over, he put a little more strength into it. Now the strikes were stinging but in a good way, like a deep tissue massage. She was sinking deeper into the sensation now. She could feel subspace getting closer and closer, that wonderful floaty sensation that was almost an out of body experience, within her grasp.
He paused, “Just switching floggers my sweet” she thought he said, but the part of her brain that was still working dismissed the endearment as wishful thinking. And then she wasn’t thinking at all. The strikes were harder and spaced closer together and she was flying from the endorphins. She stopped trying to do anything but be in the moment and feel.
Gabriel looked down at the sub he was flogging. She was beautiful in her responsiveness. She moaned and writhed and he could see the need in her building. This was one of the things he loved most about being a Dom, this ability to give so much pleasure to another person.
So many people didn’t understand how powerful yet humble a Dom felt at a moment like this. He was dispensing pain, an act he could only enjoy with someone who enjoyed receiving it. This submissive, Amanda, was responding to him in a way that set his own arousal thrumming through his body.
She had the most perfect ass he’d ever seen, round and firm. With her fair skin, it pinked and then reddened so beautifully. She’d have evidence of their scene together for days and that’s part of what humbled him. She was giving him her absolute trust. She was confined to the point that she could only wiggle her fingers and toes and she was letting him flog her and more. Yet she trusted him enough that she was able to relax and become aroused by what he was doing.
He paused again, this time reaching between her legs. Her needy clit practically jumped against his questing fingers. She moaned with encouragement at his touch.
“You like this, don’t you kitten?” She practically purred as his skilled fingers stroked her clit and then moved to her pussy. He slid one inside. She was so slippery he was able to add a second fi
nger without much difficulty, stretching her as he pumped his fingers inside snug pussy. He contemplated adding a third, but decided to wait a bit.
He saw her trying to move against him and relished the sound of frustration she made when she was stymied by the restraints. This was supposed to just be a demo, but his cock was so hard he could pound nails with it. It had been a long time since he’d been so aroused.
He pumped his fingers inside her, finally adding a third and taking her higher and higher. Just as she was about to go over the top… she was so close that he felt a few micro-ripples in her pussy… he pulled his fingers out.
“Please Sir! I’m so close! I need to come, please!”
The sound of her begging drove his own arousal higher. He looked down at her amazed at what he was feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so hard he was worried he was going to come in his pants before he got inside the submissive he was playing with.
“I know you are close kitten, just be patient for a little while longer. I’m going to give you five with my belt and one with the cane and then I’m going to ride you hard Once I’m inside you, you’ll have permission to come as often as you are able and you won’t have to ask permission in advance. Is that good for you?”
“Yes Sir!”
“Belt? Cane?” Nigel’s voice sounded shocked… yet she heard and undercurrent of excitement that hadn’t been there before. “She will enjoy those?”
“Yes, she’s turned on from the endorphins from the earlier flogging. If I had started with the cane or the belt, the pain would just have been pain. But now she’s so turned on, they pain will transform into intense sensation, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. But she’ll hold back if she knows what’s good for her. She’s desperate to come but she knows better than to come without permission. She would not enjoy any punishment I gave her.”
“Punishment, Sir?”
“Yes, Nigel. Punishment. I have exacting requirements for my submissives during a scene. Punishment will have them learn quicker to meet my needs. In return for meeting my needs, I meet theirs. It’s a win, win situation. Also, I’m a sadist as well as a Dom, Nigel. I enjoy control and dominance. And I have no problem doling out punishments to deserving submissives.”
Amanda heard his words and bit back another moan. Every word he said ramped her arousal up higher and higher. He was exactly her kind of Dom. Even the punishments… she yearned to experience one of his punishments, but not right now. Right now she was desperate to come so she had to hold back her arousal until he was inside her.
Then she heard the sound of a belt being pulled from the belt loops. She whined.
“Soon my kitten, soon.” He placed his hand on her ass rubbing it as if to reassure her. “Nigel stand by. Kitten, relax and take what I’m giving you and you know I’ll make sure you enjoy it afterwards.”
She struggled to do as he asked. She just wanted to have him inside her. No, she needed him inside her. Finally he moved. She heard the belt before she felt it laying down a line of fire across her buttocks. She screamed. He stopped and smoothed his hand over her ass. She whimpered, beyond words now, the sensation too intense. Tears dripped down her face.
The next four came quickly as he laid them down one below the other. Desperately she fought against her imminent orgasm.
There was a pause as if he was giving her a chance to regain her control and then a line of fire burned across her ass. The cane.
He didn’t make her wait for what came next. She heard his zipper and then the crinkle of foil and then he was standing between her spread thighs, his hands on her hips as he aligned the thick head of his cock up to her entrance and pushed until he was inside her, balls deep in a single stroke.
She screamed as the orgasm slammed through her and her pussy clamped down hard on his huge cock.
He paused, moaning his approval. “It’s okay baby. I told you that you didn’t have to ask for permission once I was inside you. Come as often as you can.”
The material of his leather pant and the metallic teeth of his zipper rubbed against her abused flesh and she thought she would spontaneously combust as another orgasm started to build.
And then he was moving inside her, thrusting in deep sure strokes. The second orgasm slammed through her seconds later as her pussy convulsed and her nipples were so tight that they were almost painful. He didn’t stop moving. He just changed his angle. Now he was thrusting against her g-spot, each stroke dragging the head of his cock over that delicate tissue.
The first two climaxes had come quickly. The next one built slowly, starting with little ripples and then it hit and went on and on as he rode her hard until it had almost passed. Then he slowed, leaning forward so that his front was against her back. Then he reached around her to stroke her clit and he kept stroking it until it started building again, overwhelming her.
Now she was begging again, but now she was begging him to stop. “No more, Sir. I can’t take it anymore.”
“You can if I say you can!”
“But Sir! Please.”
“Please what? Please give you another orgasm? I was going to let you off easily, but now I think I want one more from you before I finish.” Now he reached up to her breasts which were dangling on either side of the beam that was supporting her torso. Reaching around her, he cupped her flesh, kneading it with strong fingers before working is way down to her tight nipples which he pinched hard before tugging on them. That was all it took. She convulsed under him.
With a laugh of triumph, he grabbed her hips, pumped hard once, twice, three times and then he was coming too with a hoarse cry of triumph.
Gabriel looked at the woman underneath him. She was laying there on the bench, limp and boneless beneath him. He carefully pulled out of her. Andrew was ready, towel in one hand, waste basket in the other. With a grunt of thanks, Gabriel dropped the used condom in the waste basket and then used the towel to wipe down Amanda and then himself. Then he carefully unfastened the restraints. He grabbed a blanket and placed it over her before he scooped her into his arms and carried her to a nearby chair.
He sat down and held her in his arms as she she’d floated down to earth. She looked up at him with sleepy eyes.
“Sir?”
He smiled and dropped a kiss on her freckle covered nose.
“Sleep now kitten” he commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
Immediately her eyes closed and she snuggled into him. He looked down at the sleeping woman and realized his eyes felt heavy too. He never slept with a woman, not since his divorce more than a decade ago, but there was something about this woman. She looked so content in his arms and that made him content. He would doze for a few minutes and then he’d hand her over to one of the subs to help her dress and make sure she got home safely.
It was probably forty five minutes later that she started to stir. Gabriel jerked awake the moment she moved, his heart pounding. It took him a few moments to realize just what was wrong. Her last words, before they’d both dozed off. She’d called him Master. Not Sir or Master Gabriel. Master. As if she was his.
He felt a panic attack rising. He looked around and caught Andrew’s eye. When the other man arrived, Gabe handed Amanda to him, mumbling about having to be somewhere and fled.
Chapter Four
Three days later
Amanda checked her phone again. She had half expected to hear from Gabriel the day after that explosive scene, but nothing. He didn’t call or email or text to check up on her. She shrugged to herself. Whatever. He’d been demonstrating to Nigel how a Dominant sadist did a scene with a submissive masochist. Clearly their scene didn’t mean the same to him as it did to her. Fine. Whatever. Hell, maybe he did scenes like that with all the new submissives and she was just one of many.
It had been the most exciting and satisfying scene of her life, setting a new bar for orgasms and then afterwards he’d held her so tenderly. Surely it wasn’t all one sided. But three days had now passed a
nd he hadn’t even texted her.
She took a deep breath and faced reality. He’d simply been doing a demonstration. Clearly that was all it was to him. She decided wouldn’t build it up in her mind into something it wasn’t. He was simply a skilled Dom and he’d given her a lot of pleasure. If she happened to run into him again, she’d be sure to thank him for the scene, but she would have no expectations for any relationship in the future. She wouldn’t! But if he wanted to play again, she wouldn’t say no.
Gabriel paced in his office the next morning. He paused, picked up the phone and then slammed it back into the cradle. He wanted to call Amanda and find out how she was doing. That wouldn’t signify a relationship. It was simply courtesy. Etiquette. Something any decent Dom did. Hell, it was something he made sure all the newbie Doms learned up front. You had to look after your partner.
A submissive entrusted herself to you. That didn’t end when you had your orgasm. You performed aftercare, and that didn’t just mean holding her for a few minutes after the act. It meant following up and making sure she was okay the next day, especially when you’d never done a scene together before. He’d let three days go by. He was a lousy Dom. It would serve him right if she told him to fuck off.
He picked up his cell phone. He had already entered her contact information from her file… just in case. He refused to think about the fact that he didn’t have any other sub’s contact information in his phone.
He hesitated. Would she even want to hear from him? Especially now, three days later. Their scene hadn’t exactly been between typical. He had been performing a demonstration and she had been assisting. It was possible it didn’t’ mean anything to her. He knew she enjoyed it. As a skilled and experienced Dom, he’d made sure of that… but maybe it… No. Regardless, he was shirking his responsibilities. Even an experiences sub should be checked on.
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