BDSM Club Series Box Set

by Claire Thompson

  “Oh!” Jaime exclaimed, the word slipping out before she could stop it.

  “Yes?” Master Julian said, lifting his eyebrows in query as he returned his gaze to her. “Do you have something to say on the subject?”

  “I, um, it’s just, that rope sounds kind of, I don’t know, dangerous, Sir?”

  “No danger of electrocution, if that’s what you’re worried about. Sometimes there can be small burns left on the skin, if the user isn’t careful and knowledgeable about what he’s doing.” He shrugged. “Happily for you, dear girl, that isn’t the case here. You’re perfectly safe. I might hurt you—no, let me amend that, I’m definitely going to hurt you, but I would never harm you.”

  Jaime swallowed hard, willing herself to stay calm. She trusted Master Anthony absolutely, and therefore, by extension, she would trust Master Julian. She understood the distinction between erotic pain and suffering versus actual bodily harm, and even as her mind rejected the concept of electric shock play, she couldn’t deny the hot stirring of lust and longing rising from deep in her psyche.

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome, slave girl,” he replied with a chuckle. “Now, stand up just about there”—he pointed toward the center of the blanket—“in an at-ease position.”

  As Jaime moved to obey, Master Julian turned his focus to Hans. “Cuff her to the trees and then bind her body using the Shibari knots Master Anthony taught you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Hans said. He moved quickly, taking two hanks of rope and the wrist cuffs. He attached the cuffs, one to the end of each rope, and then wrapped the cuffs around Jaime’s wrists, pressing the Velcro snugly closed. He then tied the other end of each rope to a low hanging branch on either tree. As he pulled the rope taut, Jaime’s arms were raised. He adjusted each rope until her arms were stretched into a Y over her head, and then knotted them into place around the branches.

  Jaime had been so focused on what Hans was doing, she was now startled to see Master Julian had removed both his boots and his jeans. He leaned against the tree trunk, naked from the waist down, his rapidly rising cock fisted in his right hand, his eyes fixed, not on Jaime, but on his naked slave boy.

  Hans had retrieved the coil of conductive rope, which he began to wind and knot around Jaime’s body, looping it in a figure eight over and around her breasts, and drawing a length up between her labia, managing it in such a way he was able to wind each end around her upper thighs. Jaime could feel the heat of her arousal between her legs as the rope slid and tightened against her throbbing clit.

  Master Julian appeared suddenly in her line of vision. He had pulled off his T-shirt as well, and was now completely naked, save for the cover of dark curls on his chest, which trailed down his flat belly to his pubic hair and framed his large and fully erect penis.

  “Please me, boy,” he said to Hans, pointing to the ground in front of him.

  Hans sank at once to his knees. He placed his hands behind his back and leaned forward, his lips parting, his tongue appearing. Master Julian gripped the back of Hans’ head and pulled him forward onto his shaft, not stopping until Hans’ nose touched his pubic bone.

  Hans’ eyes had closed, and he seemed completely relaxed and receptive, despite the huge cock down his throat. He didn’t even appear to be breathing. Jaime watched, fascinated and in awe. She held her breath as she watched, wondering how long Master Julian would keep Hans in that difficult position. She could see the latticework of welts on Hans’ back and ass, some in faded browns and purples, some fresh and still ridged as his skin struggled to heal itself.

  Finally, after at least a minute and a half, during which she’d already reached the point of failure and gasped for air, Master Julian released his hold on Hans’ head and stepped slowly back, his erect cock bobbing parallel to the ground. As Hans took in a deep breath, he looked up at his Master with what could only be described as adoration.

  “You may,” Master Julian said softly, replying to some telepathic communication between them.

  Hans dipped his head and took Master Julian’s shaft once more into his mouth, this time with no assistance or direction. He worshipped Master Julian’s cock and balls for several delicious minutes while Jaime enviously watched the erotic scene, the rope at her crotch moistening with her juices.

  Finally, Master Julian pulled away. “Enough.” He laughed. “You don’t want to make me come before I’m ready, do you, boy? What happened the last time you did that, hmm?”

  “You whipped me until I bled, Sir,” Hans said quietly.

  “And did you deserve that?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” Hans replied.

  Jaime couldn’t stop the shiver of erotic fear that rippled through her at this exchange. Her eyes flickered involuntarily to the short, whippy cane beside the silver briefcase.

  “You’re welcome, boy. Now, get the violet wand and we’ll give the trainee a little sample of its power, shall we?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Hans took a few steps and bent down to retrieve the wand. He knelt in front of his Master like a knight before a king, the wand balanced on his upturned palms like an offering.

  Master Julian took the wand. “Kneel up, chest forward,” he ordered.

  Hans straightened his back and arched forward. His nipple jewelry glinted in the dappled light. Master Julian held the tip of the wand against the tiny barbell at Hans’ left nipple. There was a small crackling sound as bolts of color shattered inside the tiny glass globe, followed by Hans’ muted gasp. His cock, however, had begun to rise like a balloon filling with air.

  “Metal attracts and concentrates the charge,” Master Julian explained in a calm voice as he touched the ball of the wand to Hans’ other nipple. Again Hans gasped and winced, though his cock now jutted out in full erection.

  Jaime hadn’t seen it before, but now noticed the metal cock ring at the base of Hans’ shaft. “Hans has a very high tolerance for pain, but this gets him every time.” Master Julian touched the tip of the wand to the cock ring, and this time Hans cried out, his face twisted in a rictus of pain. Sweat had broken out over his upper lip and along the line of his sternum.

  Jaime drew in a sharp breath and bit her own lip to keep from protesting in Hans’ defense.

  “Your turn,” Master Julian said, turning his cruel, sensual smile on her. Jaime shrank involuntarily back, though bound as she was, she couldn’t move far.

  “Please,” she blurted. “I’m afraid.”

  “Oh dear,” Master Julian said. “I thought Hans taught you on your ride here—you don’t address a Master or Mistress directly without express permission. I guess you didn’t learn that lesson yet. You will, naturally, have to be punished for that.” Jaime closed her eyes, silently cursing herself. Master Julian continued, “But not now. I’ll leave that to Master Lawrence. He’s our resident disciplinarian. Meanwhile, let’s review what you should have done.” He glanced toward Hans. “Tell her, Hans, how you approach a Master when you have an urgent need to speak.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Still kneeling, Hans looked at Jaime. “When you have a compelling need to speak, something that absolutely can’t wait until you are invited, you may say, ‘Excuse me, Master, may I have permission to speak?’ Then, you wait for them to grant permission. Sometimes you don’t really need to speak, and you are just being lazy or cowardly. If that is determined, they might refuse. Then you just keep your mouth shut. They know what is best for you. If, however, they grant you the right to speak, you may then ask your question, or say whatever it is you need to say. This is understood, yes?”

  “Yes,” Jaime whispered. Had she been lazy or cowardly in blurting out her fear? Was it a pressing matter of great urgency that required she be heard? No. She had to admit, it was not. She was being a coward. If Master Julian thought she could handle the wand, then she could handle the wand.

  “Now,” Master Julian continued. “Is there something you need to say, slave Jaime?”

 
Jaime shook her head, her eyes down. “No, Sir.”

  “Excellent. I thought not.” He moved closer and ran the ball of the wand along the curve of her right breast. To her surprise, there was no powerful, jolting shock, but only a gentle, fizzing sensation, almost like bubbles popping against her skin. “Not so bad, eh?” Master Julian said. “Though that was at the lowest setting.” He adjusted something at the base of the wand and rolled the globe over her right nipple. The sensation was definitely more intense, though not painful—it was more of a buzzing tickle. He moved the wand, touching the ball to the conductive rope, and this time the shock traveled in a sizzling path around her breasts.

  “Ah,” she breathed, her head falling back.

  The sudden stinging shock at her cunt caused her head to whip upright again. “Ow!” she cried involuntarily.

  “The rope’s wet with your cunt juices, you slut,” Master Julian laughed. “That dramatically increases the conductivity of the wand.” He zapped her again, and she squealed. He slid the ball of the wand over and around the rope at her crotch, shocking her over and over again. As she adjusted to the sensation, it became more tolerable, almost pleasurable. As if sensing this, Master Julian stopped and stepped back.

  “Play time’s over,” he said, reaching for his cock with his free hand. “Now I want to fuck you in the ass.” Turning to Hans, he said, “Get the stool, slave.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  Hans moved toward his backpack and withdrew a folding stool, which he opened and placed just behind Jaime’s knees. Standing behind her, he lifted her into the air and set her down so her knees rested on the high stool. “Go on,” he added, giving her ass a light slap, “stick it out more. Master wants to fuck you. You should be honored.”

  Gripping the rope above her cuffs for added stability, Jaime tried to do as she was told.

  “Let’s gag her, too,” Master Julian said from somewhere behind Jaime. “In case anyone is hiking nearby. We don’t want them to hear her scream.”

  As he said this, Jaime realized they’d never discussed her safeword, not once since she’d arrived at The Enclave. Had they just forgotten? And if they gagged her, what was her hand signal? Would it be the universal clenching and unclenching of her fist? But what if it was something different at The Enclave? Why hadn’t anyone told her? Why hadn’t she thought to ask?

  “Please,” she said urgently. “Permission to speak.”

  “Oh god,” Master Julian said, his tone weary. “Okay, okay. Only because it’s your first day. What is it, slave Jaime? What now?”

  “My safeword,” she said hurriedly. “We forgot to discuss my safeword. And if I’m gagged, what gesture do I use?”

  There was dead silence for several long beats while Jaime waited for his reply. Then both Master Julian and Hans began to laugh. Jaime was at once alarmed and a little annoyed by their response.

  Finally Master Julian said, “Where do you think you are, girlie? This isn’t some amateur scene at a BDSM club. There’s no negotiation. There’s no safeword. You signed that away, sweetheart. For the next two weeks, and longer if you’re lucky, we own you, heart, body and soul.”

  Turning to Hans, he said, “Get her ass ready for me. Don’t use too much lube. I want to really feel the clench. Oh,” he added in what seemed like an afterthought. “And while I fuck this girl, cane her breasts. Let’s add some stripes to match the new ones she’s going to get from Master Lawrence when we get home.”

  There was the snap of rubber gloves behind Jaime and then the cold goo of lubricant between her ass cheeks. “Relax,” Hans ordered as he pressed a thick finger into her nether hole. Jaime wished it were that easy. He moved his finger slowly inside her, pushing it deeper, his other hand gripping her shoulder to hold her in place on the stool. Jaime closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the cool, pine-scented mountain air. She let it out slowly, willing herself to relax her muscles as best she could.

  “Better,” he finally said, withdrawing his finger.

  Master Julian appeared in her line of vision, holding something between thumb and forefinger. Hans walked around her and knelt in front of his Master so the two of them were in profile in front of her.

  “Watch and learn,” Master Julian said to Jaime. He tore open the packet of what Jaime now saw was a condom. Hans opened his mouth and Master Julian placed the flat rolled ring of latex upright between Hans’ lips. Hans leaned forward on his haunches, his mouth a perfect O, the condom delicately balanced.

  He placed his hands at the base of Master Julian’s penis as he slid his mouth over the head. He moved slowly forward and then pulled back, the condom now in place on Master Julian’s erect cock, the whole process occurring in a matter of seconds. Jaime, who had once tried a similar maneuver with much less successful results, was suitably impressed.

  Master Julian stepped behind her and she felt his hands on her ass. In spite of her resolve to stay relaxed, she tensed, her breath shallow and rapid in her throat.

  “Shh,” Master Julian murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You’re actually doing very well, Jaime.” He stroked the back of her neck and then her cheek with unexpected tenderness. “I know this is all quite overwhelming. Since we only have you for two weeks, we want to give you the full immersion experience. Having no safeword is really very freeing. You have no decision to make, no guard to keep up. You simply let go. Give yourself over completely to the experience, and let it take you where you need to be.”

  His hands moved to her shoulders, his fingers kneading the flesh in a relaxing massage. “Slow your breathing. Open yourself fully to me.”

  Jaime leaned gratefully into Master Julian’s soothing touch. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Good girl. Now I’m going to fuck you.” His hands fell away from her shoulders. “Hans, get the wand, the cane and the ball gag. You know what to do.”

  “Right away, Sir,” Hans replied, and Jaime immediately forgot the soothing words and touch of a moment before, her muscles rigid with fearful anticipation.

  “Open,” Hans commanded. Reluctantly, Jaime opened her mouth. He pressed the hard rubber ball between her teeth. Master Julian buckled the headgear into place at the back of her head.

  Hans stepped back, the cane in one hand, the violet wand in the other. Jaime tried to swallow the saliva already pooling in her mouth, but her tongue was pressed too far back by the gag. She was distracted by the sudden press of what must be Master Julian’s cock head between her ass cheeks.

  “Relax,” Master Julian murmured against her ear. “You’re holding yourself back from me. That is not submissive behavior.”

  As much as she wanted to obey, Jaime was strung taut as a bow, as if she might snap in half if pulled too hard. Nevertheless, she willed her muscles to ease their clench. She must have succeeded, at least a little, because Master Julian said, “Better,” as he pressed into her tiny, tight hole.

  “Almost as good as a boy,” he murmured. His fingers were digging into her hips, his cock stretching her wide. “Hans, you may give her five strokes to each breast. Use the wand however you wish, with a focus on the ropes at her cunt. Jaime, your only job right now is to accept what is given to you.”

  He jerked her back against his body and she felt like she was being split suddenly in two. She grunted with the shock of it. Master Julian sighed contentedly and began to move, pulling her back and then pushing her forward. She gurgled against the gag as he swiveled and thrust, the pain easing almost into pleasure, her clit pulsing against the damp, tight rope lodged firmly between her labia.

  The first cut of the cane sliced along the top of her right breast. She bit down on the rubber ball as pain exploded like stars in front of her eyes. Hans delivered the second stroke to her left breast, at the same time using his other hand to send a thrilling shock to her cunt. The third stroke landed on the underside of her right breast, the fourth on her left. As Master Julian pummeled her from behind, the wand globe skittered along the conductive rope, sendi
ng shockwaves of stimulation over Jaime’s skin.

  The fifth and sixth cuts of the cane were delivered in rapid succession, one across each nipple. Jaime screamed against the gag, the sound muted and burbling against the rubber filling her mouth. Master Julian continued in a steady, pumping rhythm behind her, slamming like a piston against her.

  A bead of sweat rolled into Jaime’s eye and she tried to blink it away. She was gripping hard on the ropes above her cuffs and snorting like a racehorse through her nostrils. Again the wand touched the ropes that snuggled against her clit, and this time Hans held it there as he caned her stinging, welted breasts. Master Julian’s cock filled her completely, and a dark, sensual pleasure welled from somewhere deep in her core, as if he were stroking her clit from the inside out. The cut of the cane, the surge of the violet wand, the cock buried to the hilt inside her, the ropes and cuffs, the two handsome men using her for their pleasure—it all coalesced into powerful, sensual overload. Jaime, to her astonishment and absolutely beyond her control, began to climax, wave after powerful wave of orgasm sweeping through her as she trembled in her bonds and moaned helplessly against her gag.

  As if taking his cue from her, Master Julian stiffened suddenly and then thrust hard and deep inside her, his body hot and sweaty against her back, his breath a heaving rasp in her ear. He remained that way for several long moments, and she could feel his heart beating against her back.

  His cock dislodged from her ass as he pulled away from her. Still shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Jaime was left kneeling on the stool, her arms extended, her asshole gaping.

  Master Julian appeared in front of her, a lock of his hair fallen over his high forehead, the spent condom dangling from his still erect cock. “What. Just. Happened.” His eyes were glinting with steel, no trace of a smile on his handsome face.

  Jaime, her mouth still plugged, couldn’t reply, nor did she want to. Hans spoke for her. “I do believe the slave girl has come without permission, Sir,” he said, frowning with disapproval.