by Sir Nathan
Without looking down to his hands, I knew he was holding things. I was afraid to look. I was getting scared. I moaned softly as I exhaled. The skin down my arms prickled. Submit!
“Paul, can you give me a hand here?” my Master asked.
“Sure,” came Paul’s reply and his footsteps approached me.
“Let’s get her off here. Take off her nipple clamps first.”
Oh, the nipple clamps! My nipples were so numb I hadn’t even thought about them. Oh God. I braced myself as Paul’s hands came around my body, one on each side. I gritted my teeth in anticipation. He squeezed his hands gently around my breasts and he whispered in my ear, “Both at once, nice and quick.”
I hissed between my teeth as the pain flooded outward from my nipples and through my breasts. It felt like every muscle in my body became taut and it seemed like an eternity before the pain ebbed and my need to breathe took over again. Before I knew it I was being lifted from the training table. I hadn’t even felt the straps come loose. I found my feet and my Master turned me toward him. His strong hands were around my shoulders. Paul was somewhere behind me.
“I am going to prepare you for your punishment now, Dominique. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Speak when you are asked a question.”
I found my voice. “Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Kneel.”
I knelt and saw Kate. My jaw dropped.
“Look up at me, pet.” I looked up at Andrew. “I’ve been thinking and have changed my mind about something. I realise that I too have been making decisions without discussing them with you. I’ve taken responsibility for everything Dominique, and I’ve let you meander. I want you to take your submission back, Dominique. I want you to take responsibility. I am going to take you to your limit, pet, and I want you to decide your destiny. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” I nodded slowly, trembling. “Y-You want me to say ‘red’.”
“That’s right. I want you to use of your safe word when you can stand it no longer. I want you to decide.”
“Th-Thank you, Sir.” I don’t know what made me thank him. I chewed my lip and concentrated. He moved close and I was looking almost straight up at him.
“You should not be so quick to thank me, pet. I am going to make you use it. Do you understand? Make you. I am going to punish you until you say ‘red’. Am I making myself clear?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Bracelets, pet.” Bowing my head, I offered my wrists to my Master. “Good girl,” he whispered. My heart pounded and my breathing quickened as he closed the ratchet around my left wrist. I tried to keep up when he dragged me over to the whipping post. I could see Kate clearly, and I could hardly believe it. Then Andrew spoke again. “Your punishment will be deemed complete when you say ‘red’. Understood?”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice catching in my chest. “Th-This girl understands, Sir.”
“Hug the post.” On my knees and watching his eyes, I wrapped my arms around the dark, roughly hewn post, the smell of oil and varnish distracting me momentarily. Andrew stepped to the opposite side of it, somehow fixing the handcuff chain to a bolt embedded at waist-height. He took my right wrist to the cuff and in moments the second ratchet sounded. “Dominique,” he said quietly, looking down on me and caressing my arm. “You will decide when your punishment is complete. Once again, do you understand?”
I swallowed and looked him right in the eye, setting my jaw. “This girl will make you proud.”
It’s easy to miss the most important moments in our lives. Sometimes they are subtle and fleeting. They are the ‘memory’ moments. It’s often not until much later that it occurs to us that something important happened at exactly that time. And the reason for that was not solely because of what was before my eyes. It was also because of what went through my mind.
I looked down on Dominique. Her lithe frame and tanned skin reflected flickers of candlelight in the darkened room. She had tossed her long black hair over one shoulder and had turned her face sideways up at me. Some strands had stuck across her forehead. Her head was against the post, her chin resting on her shoulder. She was determined. “This girl will make you proud.”
Kate moaned again and I chuckled. Dominique’s eyes focused and her mouth opened in apparent disbelief as Kate shuddered in orgasm. I shook my head knowingly. Paul had just about outdone himself. Kate was certainly a sight. I left Dominique staring at her as I retrieved the spreader bar from the wall and returned.
Paul had tied Kate in a tight and interesting bind. Paul is an expert with rope and there is no end to the combinations and ties he has in his repertoire. I hadn’t seen this one before, and it certainly was special. I could see why Kate had Dominique’s attention.
Kate was kneeling on the floor with the cock gag still in place. Paul told her to grip it with her teeth as he looped the nipple clamp chain around the end of the gag. He pushed her head forward and down, demanding that she not let go of the gag. He pinched her nipples to firmness then clamped each of them. Kate moaned softly around the gag, her teeth visibly gripping it. Paul removed the bandana from around his neck and fashioned a blindfold to drop over her wide eyes.
Working quickly, he tied Kate’s elbows together behind her. He then encased her down to her wrists with rope, pulling tight and arching her back. He passed the rope from her wrists between her legs, and her pussy lips bulged around a large knot he placed strategically. He then adjusted a couple of the overhead pulleys, threading the rope through two of them, then back down. Ingeniously, he tied the end of the rope into the back of her blindfold, the result meaning any movement of her head would tug on her nipples, or the knot being moved back and forth between the lips of her pussy. The coup de grace though was provided when he buckled a butterfly vibrator over her clitoral region, wedged behind the rope. He was now sitting and relaxing on the lounge, sipping his marguerita and watching.
Kate’s body was dripping with sweat and she was almost constantly shuddering. I was not surprised Dominique was amazed. We both watched as Kate moaned out another muffled orgasm. It was getting hot and I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor.
I let Dominique watch while I moved around to her feet to attach the spreader bar. I buckled each end of the bar just above her delicate ankles and arranged her like a rag doll. Positioning and buckling each leg, I decided I’d had my fun with the egg and reached between her legs, brushing my fingers over her pussy from behind.
Dominique moaned softly, but kept watching Kate. Sliding my fingers inside her, I slowly drew out the egg and wrapped it in my t-shirt, tossing it on the floor behind me. Without thinking my fingers found my mouth. Damn, she is so sweet. I placed my hands on the cheeks of her ass and massaged her firmly. Her skin was so smooth, warm and inviting, it was an effort not to take her right then and there. Shaking my head, I remembered where I was and stood, walking around her, trailing my fingers along her flank. “Look at me, Dominique.” She groaned, doing as I asked. “Push your ass out a bit more. Arch your back.” She did. “Good girl.”
She looked amazing. And that was when it happened.
Were my feelings regarding ‘sharing Dominique’ an analogy for sharing myself? Almost ten years ago, I was in a similar position, gazing down on Rebecca. I could do what I wanted with that girl, and I never hesitated. Why wasn’t it the same with Dominique? Had I really let go of Rebecca? I’d convinced myself I had. Or was I holding back, unwilling to fully commit?
But here I was, in unfamiliar territory. I wet my mouth with my tongue as my eyes swept over her. Then I realised something. This was for Dominique. This scene, where we were, what it had come to, was for Dominique. Goose flesh prickled the skin on the back of my neck. How I stumbled onto the perfect stepping-stone for her, I’ll never know. But there it was, echoed in her pale blue eyes.
She needed this.
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I kept glancing at Kate. Shifting slightly on my kne
es, I steadied myself, waiting for Andrew to begin. Knowing I was to be taken to my limit was intoxicating. Knowing Andrew would not stop, and would increase my punishment in intensity until I stopped him, was almost empowering.
I would know when I could take no more. It was like, ‘I would know myself’.
Glancing at Kate, she convulsed again and I wondered how much more she could take. My eyes focused, I realised the straps of the cock gag were hanging loosely from its edges. How could she tell Paul when she’d reached her limit? She’s gripping it with her teeth!
“Look at me, Dominique,” Andrew said. Oh God, I thought. Here we go. “Push your ass out a bit more. Arch your back. Good girl.” Chewing on my bottom lip, I glanced down at his hands. A whip filled each of them. Oh God. Andrew was taking his time, letting my thoughts swirl and gel. I just wanted it to be over. He was swishing his blonde horsehair whip back and forth in his right hand. He spoke evenly and almost without emotion.
“Dominique, in my hands I have two whips. I will begin with the horsehair, which you have tasted before. I’ll just warm you up a bit. Then I’ll start with the cat. I won’t change back. As you know from previous sessions, I have been reluctant to use a stinging toy on you.” I shuddered as I drew breath, seeing Andrew in my imagination, taking lusty full swings at my red ass with the cat of nine tails. I’d always looked up at the whip with trepidation, fully aware of Andrew’s reluctance to use it. A trickle of perspiration ran into my eyebrow. It was like he read my mind. “I’m just going to work on your back, Dominique. Your ass is red enough ... Now, prepare to receive your punishment.”
On my knees, I shifted positions again, trying to get comfortable. I was spread out and so vulnerable, with little I could do. I spread the weight of my body between my knees and my arms, hanging from the handcuffs. They pinched a little, but I hoped it might distract me.
Swish, swish, swish.
Fap!
Oh, nooo. He was starting too softly. I wasn’t prepared for it to feel good.
Swish, swish, Fap!
Not fair. Not fair. I don’t want to be turned on. I don’t want to be ...
Swish ... Fap!
Dropping my head between my arms, I closed my eyes. I felt like I was floating.
Swish Fap! Swish Fap! Swish Fap!
I bit my lip harder. I was not going to moan!
Swish FAP!
“Mmmmmmmm!”
Swish FAP!!
“Ohhhh!” That was harder!
Swish FAP!
“Goddd!” I turned my face up to Andrew just as he struck me again.
Swish FAP!
“Ohhhh!”
“Shut up.”
Swish FAP!
“I haven’t even fucking started!”
Swish FAP!
I chewed my lip harder, determined to look him in the eye.
Swish FAP!
Then it stopped.
Andrew was breathing hard, gazing at me intently. Demandingly. He stood over me and his bare chest was heaving. His t-shirt was gone and his muscles rippled. I imagined I could see the blood pumping in the veins of his neck. God, he was so beautiful. His face was a study in concentration. I wished I could paint. I would have painted him. To me, he was a masterpiece. In his most intense moments, I was a slave to his will. I would do anything for him. His skin glistened with effort. I was so lost, and so found. This was a man I could honour.
The skin from the base of my shoulder blades to the top of my ass tingled with waves of pleasure and expectation. The horsehair clattered and slid across the floor. Realising he had tossed it, I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. I couldn’t watch.
Whap!
My breath caught in my throat. I had been here before. The cat bit into my skin and felt like the crop when he really swung it. My whole body stiffened. Every muscle. Every sinew. This was it.
Whap!
He had started at my tailbone, and was working his way up, bringing the cat straight down on my back.
Whap!
I gritted my teeth till they hurt.
Whap!
Oh boy, that stings.
Whap!
“Ahhh!” I cried out, trying desperately to stop myself.
“Green or red, pet?”
“Green!”
Whap!
“Say it!”
CRACK!
“Noooooo!”
CRACK!
“SAY IT!”
CRACK!
CRACK!
“GREEEEEEN!”
“Stupid ...”
CRACK!
“Fucking ...”
CRACK!
“SLUT!”
CRACK!
“Uuugghhh ...”
CRACK!
“AHH!”
He stopped. Sweat trickled down my nose. My hands ached from holding them in tight fists. The skin of my back was ablaze with pain. The sweat there stung. The heat! My God, my back was so hot. Every muscle was still held as tight as a drum. I wiped my brow against my shoulder. I started to relax and my muscles in my thighs started to vibrate. I suddenly felt very nauseous. My thighs started to shudder more. I felt like I was about to collapse.
“Say it,” he whispered.
I turned my face up to him, breathing heavily, tears of pain in my eyes and trickling down my cheeks. Tears of sorrow. Tears of joy.
“Say it, pet.” His voice had never sounded so soft and comforting.
“This girl is so sorry, Master,” I whispered.
“I know, kitten.”
“Red.”
“Good girl.”
Tossing the cat over by the display wall, I slipped Dominique’s hands from the handcuffs and she lowered herself to hands and knees beside the whipping post, her body swaying, unsteady with excessive adrenaline. “Lie down, kitten,” I said after unbuckling her ankles. Carrying the spreader bar back to the display wall, I picked up the two whips on the way. Looking back at Dominique, I saw that she was lying on her front, holding her fists under her chin.
Paul had untied Kate. She was quiet on his lap on the lounge. Her head was on his shoulder and they both watched Dominique and I silently. I picked up the ropes Paul had kindly coiled and put them back in the toy box. I spent the next few minutes cleaning and putting away the various items that had been in use over the last couple of hours.
Returning to Dominique, I saw she was asleep. Gently I woke her and lifted her to her feet. Leaning down I put my shoulder softly to her stomach, wrapped my arm around her thighs and lifted her in a ‘fireman’s hold’. She moaned softly but made no protest.
“I’ll put her in bed.”
Paul nodded. “Good plan.”
I carried Dominique upstairs and lay her on the bed, turning her onto her front. She murmured her thanks as I stroked her hair before heading into the bathroom. Scrubbing my hands with anti-bacterial soap and rinsing them off, I proceeded to fill a bowl with lukewarm water and added the soap to the water, giving it a few rubs. With a soft cloth thrown over my shoulder, I picked up the bowl and returned to the bedroom.
Swallowing, I tended her skin, wiping an errant tear silently from my eye. She never made a sound and was soon asleep again. Covering her with the bed sheet, I turned out the light and returned to the study.
“Everything ok?” Paul asked.
“She’ll be fine by the morning,” I replied. “A few days for the marks.”
“Good.”
I refreshed my drink and sat across from Paul and Kate.
“Andrew?” Paul asked.
“Yes?”
“You did well.”
“Thanks, Paul.” We sat in silence for a few minutes.
“May I say something please, Master?” Kate asked.
“Yes, you may Kate.”
She turned to me. “Andrew Sir, with respect Sir, I think Dominique is a very lucky girl.”
I smiled a little. “Tell me why, Kate.”
“Well Sir, I think she is lucky because you love her, Sir.”
“It’s pretty obvious, Andrew.”
I nodded and stifled that rogue tear again. “I should be with her.”
“We’ll lock-up behind us.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“Consider it done.”
I rose from the lounge. “Thank you for bearing witness, Paul. And thank you too, Kate.”
“Anytime, my friend.”
“Always a pleasure to be of service, Sir.”
I smiled and nodded, then made my way up to the master bedroom. Lying down beside Dominique, I caressed her upper arm until I fell asleep myself.
Chapter 10
Still half asleep, I started turning over. Whoa! Not a good idea! By the time I’d returned to my original position, I was wide-awake. Complaining quietly in the almost pitch-blackness, my eyes where drawn to the thin arc of yellow moon illuminating the room. It was almost at the end of its nightly trek, low in the sky and on an angle. Rolling a little onto my right shoulder, I took deep breaths and concentrated on its shimmering halo. It was quite beautiful, framed by wafting tulle drapes around the window above the bed. Rising to my elbows didn’t feel too bad. Andrew was sleeping peacefully beside me with his mouth open. The glowing green digits on the bedside clock said it was 4:53 a.m. Despite the dull ache, I smiled as I laid my head back down.
I was okay.
And I was proud of myself. I think that’s mostly why I smiled. If I could say there was one thing I gained from last night, it was that for the first time in my submissive life, I felt worthy. And I felt different. Thoughts swirled, crystallising as I lay awake, staring at the sliver of moon.
I never wanted to be lashed like that ever again, that’s for sure. Wrinkling my nose and squirming, trying to get comfortable, I decided I would have to think very carefully before putting myself in that position again.
A strange feeling came over me. I felt older, or more mature or something. Experienced. Even my poor behaviour felt far away. Like it was last week. Like it had been someone else, some other person I vaguely knew. With some trepidation, I realised there were holes in my life. Lines yet to be written, different ways of doing things and seeing things. Things that I had yet to learn. But I knew some things.