Chub Rub

by Shannon Youngblood

  “Naughty girl made a noise, didn’t she,” Jackson cooed in my ear.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” I had barely managed to get out. My entire body was shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. Who knew a standing climax would be just as good as one lying down?

  “Come on, little sub, it looks like it’s time to show you the dungeons,” he said, gripping my hand and leading me away from the corner we were in and across the room to another door.

  Although nerves had threatened to overtake me, I knew I was safe in his hands, and our time in the basement dungeon turned out to be a rather pleasurable experience for the both of us, punishment aside.

  I didn’t know I would like the sting of a flogger as much as I did. Even though he allowed me to keep my clothes on, I could still feel the bite with each lash he delivered onto my body. The pain morphed into a type of pleasure I didn’t think was possible with every fall.

  The dungeon was aptly named. Although there were no torture chambers or cobwebs lining the ceiling, it was dark, and the walls were made of stone. There were no fluffy carpets, or comfy chairs, or beds, and the walls were lined with wall mounts with rings attached. Once he had strapped me into said rings, he disappeared to get a flogger. There were probably twenty people down there with me in all sorts of positions, but most of them had stop playing to come watch the owner and his new sub. Me.

  I admitted to him later that, at first, I had been apprehensive with an audience, but once he started warming me up, I forgot about everyone around me. By the end, I had fallen into a trance where I took what he gave me and loved every second of it. Apparently, I had succumbed to what they call subspace. It was exhilarating and calm at the same time. My mind was free, and I couldn’t even explain it to myself. It was as if every single thought I had in my head was gone, leaving a fog of salacity.

  After the dungeon, he had taken me to his house and screwed me six ways from Sunday, before I passed out. When I woke up, he was curled around me, snoring softly in my ear. It was the best morning of my life, until I figured out it was Tuesday and I had to be at work in two hours. Freaking out, I jolted out of bed, waking up the sexy man next to me.

  Before I could say anything, he pulled me down into bed and showed me his morning wood and the wonderful things we could do with it. But he made my morning, when he pulled me into the bathroom and threw me under the hot steaming shower. The way to my heart would always be through a hot washing. And to top it all off, when I exited the bathroom wearing only a towel, I discovered a beautiful dress, in my size, hanging from the door, and matching undergarments.

  The entire way to work, I had cried. I was falling for him. I was falling for him hard, and I was scared to death he wouldn’t ever feel the same. How could I ever be with someone like him, when I was….well, I was me. Over the past two days, anytime he had made me remove my clothes, I had to repeat the mantra he had made for me. ‘No matter what anyone says, I am beautiful, inside and out.’ I still didn’t truly believe it when I said it, but everytime he looked at me, his eyes smoldering with lust, I felt it a little more. He hadn’t told me to do it when I wasn’t with him, but I found myself saying it even at home by myself.

  I hadn’t seen him since I had left him on Tuesday morning, and I was a ball of pent up sexual frustration. Never in my life had I needed and craved sex like I did. And his last command as he shut my car door, of course, had been not to touch myself. Even though I knew I was falling for him, the entire day at work on Friday, I had cursed him and his stupid command. I needed some relief and I needed it fast. So, when I pulled up in front of the club that night, I virtually flew from my car in an attempt to get to that orgasm; only he could deliver, as fast as my stiletto feet would carry me.

  Today, I had worn a simple black bodysuit that resembled a bathing suit, with a short white skirt over it, and my black heels. Polly had come over on Wednesday and dyed the ends of my hair blonde, giving me an ombre effect, and I loved it. I hoped Jackson would too.

  Once my big coat had been deposited in the closet, I stepped into the great room in search of my handsome Dom. I didn’t have to search hard, or long, because moments later, he stormed to me as quick as he could without actually running.

  “Maggie, I’ve missed you,” he said, his hands finding purchase in my hair, his nose buried in the strands before he claimed my lips.

  The embrace was tender, but needy, both of us ramped up and needing each other. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me along. I had an idea of our destination, but like a good sub, I’d let him run the show. I had a feeling I would be following him as long as he’d have me, and the idea scared the shit out of me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Jackson

  As much as I wanted to drag her somewhere, anywhere, and throw her down on the floor to rut with her like a wild animal, I was the owner and I had duties to see to. There was another demonstration happening in the Glass Room (as we called it), that I was supposed to oversee. I wouldn’t be participating, but it was my job to make sure nothing got out of hand and everyone remained safe. It would be an opportunity to show Maggie a few of the finer details of being a member.

  I didn’t foresee it being an issue, and I planned on spending a majority of the time with Maggie. It was Chase’s night to demo, and unusual as it was, I had no idea what he had planned, but most of his demonstrations were light in nature, and more informative than most.

  Once the crowd had gathered around the stage we constructed for demo’s, Chase jumped on the platform with a collared Polly behind him. She sat at his feet, her kitten ears perked, and her tail folded around herself. Looking down at my own kneeling beauty, It was obvious she was interested to see what was going to happen.

  “Welcome everyone, I’m Master Chase, and this is my sub, Kitty. Today, we have something special planned for you, and I hope you really enjoy it.” Chase’s voice boomed over the crowd, silencing the whispered conversations.

  What would he have planned that was special? And why was he looking over at me and winking?

  “Today I will be demonstrating control. Now I know what you’re thinking, you all are pretty good when it comes to control. But are you willing to relinquish that control if it means satisfying your partner? Are you willing to give up everything to make sure your partner, whether it be Dom or sub, is happy and content? As a submissive, Kitty here follows my every command. She answers to noone but me when it comes to her pleasure and her behavior. She has given me her complete control. So, today we are going to hold a contest. The two winners of this contest will receive a month of membership, paid for by me.”

  I had almost jumped on stage when he said that. No one had any rights to make membership free, except for me, and although he said he was going to pay for it, I still planned on killing him after he show.

  “I need three couples who would be interested in participating,” Chase said, waiting for volunteers. The room exploded in whispered talks; Doms asking their subs if they wanted to participate.

  It was only fair I ask Maggie as well.

  “Would you like to do it?” I kneeled down and whispered into her hair.

  “Would you like me to do it, Sir?” she responded

  God, this woman could bring me to my own fucking knees.

  “What color are you, Maggie?” I had to know. If she was even a little out of her comfort zone, I didn’t want her doing it.

  “I’m green, Sir. I’d like to try if it would please you.”

  I didn’t need anymore prompting. I raised my hand for Chase to see.

  “Master Jackson. You and your sub would like to participate?” he asked, skepticism lining his brow.

  It didn’t escape my notice that Polly had stopped her kitty cat routine of “cleaning” herself to look up and glare at Maggie. She was stupefied, as it seemed Chase was, as well.

  “Little sub, he’s asking you if you’re ok with this,” I said down to her, but loud enough for others to hear.

  “Yes, Master Chase, I’d
like to volunteer,” she said, her voice solid and confident.

  I couldn’t contain my grin as the pride bubbled up within me, threatening to spill over.

  “Alright, we have our first victims, anyone else?” Chase called out as I helped Maggie take the stage.

  Once the other two couples had joined us, Master Levi and his sub Annette, and Mistress Amy with her sub David, we waited for the rules of this contest.

  “Ok, let’s have some fun, shall we? As I said earlier, this is about control. Your ability to control yourself, and your ability to allow someone else to control you. The objective tonight is for the Dominants to make your subs come, the first to do so will win for the Doms.”

  Oh hell, this was going to be a cakewalk. We had it in the bag after almost four full days without sex. I had a feeling if I looked at Maggie the right way she might combust.

  “The objective for the sub, is to control her orgasm and not come, no matter what the Dom says or does. The last to come will win for the subs.”

  FUCK! What kind of fucked up shit is Chase playing? He wants me to make her orgasm, but she is supposed to hold out for as long as she can? This was bullshit, but one look at Maggie and I knew she wanted to do it. I didn’t know where the determination in her eyes had come from, but who was I to turn her down?

  “Alright Dominants, pick your poison,” Master Chase called out.

  Below the stage were brand new implements, as well as some smaller furniture we could use. Seeing the Queening Chair from last week below in the options, I knew exactly what I was going to do.

  “Once you’re ready, please let me know,” Chase told us.

  Looking over, I saw the other two subs, already stripped down, naked before the crowd, and at my own feet, where she had kneeled when we arrived on stage, was Maggie. She was trembling, and I could only guess why. Bending down, I pushed her hair away from her head.

  “ Do you trust me, my sweets?” I asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” came her immediate reply.

  “Good. Now, take off your skirt only, and so only you can hear, say what I’ve told you to say.”

  I watched as she stood and obeyed my orders. I could hear her say it, but it was faint. She was beautiful, and once again, I was in awe of her strength.

  The other participants were setting up to my left, so I took my time getting her ready.

  “Turn around, little sub, and kneel on the chair.”

  When she turned and saw my implement of choice, a blush creeped up her neck. She was remembering our little rendez vous and I hoped it would work in my favor. I was still torn on whether I would try my hardest to get her off and win, or try pretty hard and see how well she could hold out. I was competitive, but I also knew what winning would do for her confidence.

  “Sir?” she asked, looking up at me from the bench.

  “Yes, little sub?”

  “Please don’t go easy on me,” she whispered.

  Well shit, it looked like she had made my decision for me.

  Once everyone was set up and ready to go, Master Chase addressed us.

  “Although two of you will walk away from here the winners of this little contest, don’t be ashamed if you lose. This is just an exercise in control and no matter how long you have been in the scene, there is always something new to learn.”

  Turning to the gathered crowd, his voice silenced the room once again. “Our contestants are ready to go. I ask that you please keep the noise level to a minimum, so as not to distract them. On my mark, three, two, one. GO!”

  The other two dominants dove in, hungry to make their subs come and win for the Doms, I, on the other hand, had a milder approach, something I knew was guaranteed to make Maggie close before I barely had the chance touched her.

  Leaning down in front of her, I took her lips in mine and we danced our familiar dance. Our tongues swayed and fought, and then lazily licked. After a minute, I reached through the chair and slid her bodysuit to the side. Just as I imagined, she was soaked through, and with two quick thrusts, her pussy tried clamping down on my fingers.

  Next to us, David was on all fours, grunting as his Mistress tugged on his cock while using her other hand to pummel his ass with a very large dildo. Annette, farther down, was laying flat on a table with a vibrator attached to her clit and her Dom fucking her with an equally as large dildo.

  I chuckled, I didn’t need toys. All I needed was Maggie, and me, and we could have explosive climaxes together. As the thought crossed my mind, Maggie’s cunt clenched down hard on my fingers. On instinct, I roared, “Come, little sub.”

  And she did, her juices flowing out of her to dribble down my arm, her body trembling and gripping me as I eased her down from her climax. I kissed her forehead and murmured soothing words to her about how well she did, and how proud I was of her.

  Outside of our little bubble, Master Levi and Mistress Amy were both yelling ‘come’ over and over, but their subs were holding on strong, both wanting to win. After another three or four minutes, it was over when David let out a gutteral noise and a stream of come flew out of his dick, to land all over the floor. Followed by Annette, who, seconds after, screeched through her climax, relieved to be able to let go.

  “Excellent job, everyone. Can we please get our submissives some robes their Dominants can bundle them up in?” Master Chase said to someone on the other side of the stage.

  Once the excitement had died down, the stage cleaned, and the three Dominants were sitting in chairs, their respective subs kneeling at their feet, Master Chase took the stage again to announce the winners.

  “Well done again, everyone. As I suspected, our winning Dom is Master Jackson!” he said, the crowd erupting into cheers.

  “And our submissive winner is his sub, Maggie!” he announced, baffling everyone present. Silence descended on the crowd as everyone turned to stare at me and the little sub at my feet.

  “Excuse me, Master Chase, but weren’t the rules stated that the sub who held out the longest would be the winner?” Master Levi spoke up, in defense of his winning sub.

  “Master Levi, do you remember the first thing I said when I started this demonstration?”

  You could hear a pin drop from the silence.

  “Can anyone here tell me why Maggie was the winner of this challenge?”

  From below my knees, a familiar hand raised to the sky.

  “Maggie!” Chase exclaimed, surprised that the newest member to our group could possibly know the answer. “Why do you think you’ve won?”

  “When you started, Master Chase,” she said calmly, “You told everyone that Kitty had given up complete control to you. You controlled her pleasure and her behavior, and no one else held that right.”

  I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. I knew why she had won, and the copious amount of joy and pride that filled me would never compare to anything I had ever experienced in my life.

  “You told us, Master Chase, not to come, but with no disrespect to you, Master Jackson is the only person who I’ve granted that control over. When he told me to come, I followed his instructions and did as I was told by my Master.”

  “Thank you, Maggie, you described it better than I could have.” Turning back to the audience, he continued. “Maggie is correct. Control is something that is freely given between a Dominant and a submissive. Unless agreed upon by both parties, no one else is the recipient of that control except the two. By following the command Master Jackson had issued to Maggie, she relinquished all of her control into his hands, making her the winner.”

  The applause that followed was deafening. Every Dominant in the room looked on at Maggie with admiration, and every sub looked on with pride. Tapping her on the shoulder, I motioned for her to join me in my lap, which she happily did, climbing on.

  “Let’s give all of our volunteers a hand, You’ll all be receiving a free month of membership, paid for by yours truly. Thank you to everyone for joining us.”

  Jumping off the
stage, I watched Chase walk over to Polly and pick her up, before sitting down and depositing her in his lap. When he whispered in her ear, she giggled, before turning eyes on Maggie and giving her a thumbs up.

  “You ready to go, my sweets?” I asked, nuzzling into her hair.

  “Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.

  Helping her from the stage, we walked by many Doms who wanted an introduction, and it took almost thirty minutes before we could make it back to the great room. I wished like hell we had stayed in the glass room, because as soon as we emerged from the doorway, James came waltzing to us, a bouquet of flowers in his right hand, and a sealed note in his left. Fuck, not again.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Maggie

  To my little sub--

  You’ve disappointed me ,little girl, you’ve let another man take the pleasure that’s rightfully mine. You will be punished, and you are not going to like it. I, on the other hand, will love it. Be prepared for me, you little slut. I will get you when you least expect it. You will soon be on your knees for me and only me. I own you. I own your body. I own your soul. I own your life. I am your Master. Don’t forget it.

  -Me

  The trembling was no longer from my orgasm, but from all out fear. The first two notes hadn’t been cute, they had been filled with naughtiness that had excited me, because I had assumed they had come from Jackson. This note was not naughty, it was a clear threat, and it scared the shit out of me.

  I had to pry the note from Jackson’s hand after he read it, and I imagined he would exact his punishment for my insubordination later, but at the moment, I didn’t care. I was terrified, and he knew it. If I didn’t think he cared before, I was certain he did now, because as soon as he read the note, he took the vase of flowers from James’ hands and threw them at a nearby wall, glass splintering in every direction, flowers ricocheting off of furniture and walls. Luckily for us, almost everyone was still in the demonstration room, and no one was hurt.