by P Nelson
“Master Flynn is a great man and a great Dom, sub,” Eric said as he looked down at her. “He will do everything in his power to protect you and this club.” Staring into her eyes. “I will also do everything I can to protect you, Elizabeth. Do you trust me?” He watched as she thought about her answer.
“You make me want to trust you,” Elizabeth replied. “And I know if I just say my safe word, you’ll stop the scene. So, I guess that means I trust you.”
“We’re going to build on that trust together. Come on; I have a private room booked for us this evening.” Eric placed his hand on the small of her back and began guiding her through the dungeon crowd. It was one of the busier nights of the week, and the DJ was pumping out music, whips were unleashed and the sounds of sex and punishment filled every corner of the warehouse space. Eric felt a regained appreciation for the scene around him as he realised much of the dungeon had become a bit stale over the past few years. He glanced down at Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye and wondered if it was her. Had Elizabeth given his inner Dom a new breath of life?
“Master Eric, how are you?” Master Dillon nodded his way, and he could feel Elizabeth dancing on her tiptoes next to him in excitement. He knew there was no reason for the streak of jealousy that pulsed through his chest at Elizabeth’s fascination with the adult film star. She was his training sub, and Eric knew that meant a lot to her. He also knew that Dillon was a strict believer in the unofficial Dom code. He would never poach on another Dom’s sub while she was wearing a collar. Unfortunately, the thought of Elizabeth’s body being mastered by the BDSM savant made his blood boil in a distinctly jealous fashion.
“Good. Having a nice evening?” Eric stopped in front of Dillon who had a sub standing on either side of him. One was completely naked with a ball gag in her mouth. The other wore a black thong with a similar ball gag in her mouth.
“I’m having a great evening.” Dillon glanced at each of his subs whose eyes indicated they were besotted with their Dom for the evening. “I haven’t had a chance to meet your training sub.” Eric watched Elizabeth’s face turn bright red.
“Master Dillon, this is Elizabeth.” Eric introduced her and wondered if he might be able to get some information from Dillon about Elizabeth’s former boyfriend. Dillon had taken over the training of the junior Doms a few months back and would have had contact with the jerk.
“Hello, Elizabeth, are you having a nice evening?” Dillon asked and was somehow able to infuse the question with all manner of lewd connotations.
“Yes, Master Dillon.” Elizabeth’s voice was excited, but it was not her usual breathy tone she used with him. Eric felt a bit happier with the knowledge that she might be excited to meet Master Dillon, her sexy voice was all for him. “I’m such a huge fan. I’ve seen all your work.” Master Dillon’s wore a surprised expression at this announcement. “Well, maybe not everything, but certainly a lot. You have really inspired me.” She smiled at the other man.
“I’m glad to hear it.” Master Dillon gave her a warm smile that said nothing of sex. It was more paternal. He looked at Eric. “You have plans for tonight?”
“Yeah, we’re going up to a privacy room,” Eric responded and put a hand on Elizabeth’s back again.
“Take good care of her.” Master Dillon nodded at Elizabeth, but she quickly started speaking before he could leave.
“Can I ask you a question? You must get asked this a lot, so you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Elizabeth’s face flushed. Unfortunately, the opposite was true for Dillon. A frown replaced his easy manner from a minute before and he stood rigid.
“I don’t think now is the time to bother Master Dillon, sub. And if you continue to do so, there will be more punishment spankings.” Eric made his voice cold and hard. Elizabeth’s startled glance up at him showed she understood she had crossed a line.
“No, it’s fine, Elizabeth. What would you like to ask?” Dillon’s voice had grown cold, however, as he waited for Elizabeth to answer. Eric hoped Elizabeth did not bring up the subject of Holly Go Lightly. Dillon’s former permanent sub and fellow porn star who accused him of abusing her during their BDSM relationship. He had never publicly refuted the claims, and they persisted during the past year or so.
“How come all the people who act in adult films are called porn stars?” she asked, and Eric was sure his face matched the same surprised expression as Dillon’s. He was quick to recover.
“What do you mean? All actors who have roles in mainstream films are called stars,” Dillon pointed out.
“No, they’re not,” Elizabeth contradicted, and Eric wondered how many spankings she wanted this evening. “There are stars and co-stars, right? I’m just saying that if there’s a guy who only does gang bang porn, and he comes in as the third banger on every film, is he considered a porn star? He should only be a co-star, really.” Elizabeth smiled up at Dillon. He was silent for a minute before he started laughing. He finally got control of his emotions and looked at Eric.
“You have your hands full with this one. I look forward to seeing both of you around the dungeon.” Dillon shook his head. “Have a good night, sub, and watch that curious tongue of yours; otherwise, Master Eric is going to put it to work.” He led his girls away, and Elizabeth grimaced after him.
“Master Dillon didn’t answer my question,” she complained.
“In fairness, I think that’s the first time anyone has left him speechless,” Eric commented and settled into guiding Elizabeth to the back of the club. “We have some business to attend to.”
Chapter 7
Elizabeth liked the feeling of Eric’s hand on her back. They walked to the back of the big warehouse together. A few friends of Eric’s nodded or waved in their direction, but he didn’t stop to speak with anyone again. Elizabeth shot covert looks at him while trying to remain inconspicuous. She wanted to know what he was thinking. She felt like a live wire as the time of her first scene approached. Elizabeth wanted it to be perfect and felt terrified of letting her Dom down.
“You’ve got this, sub.” Eric’s voice sounded in her ear, and her heart rate picked up a notch. She swallowed hard.
“Yes, Master,” she replied as she stared at the bottom of a set of black, steel, winding staircases.
“The private rooms are all on the second floor. I reserved one of them for us.” Eric nudged her a little with the hand on her lower back. She felt the heat of his palm burn through the stiff fabric of the corset. “Up you go.”
Taking one step at a time, Elizabeth used the railing to keep her balance. She was barefoot, but the winding staircase put her off-balance. Elizabeth glanced back at Eric and found he was staring at her exposed backside with open lust and a rush of heat went straight to her pussy. Quickly looking back up the staircase, she did her best to get control of her raging lust. Eric looked as if he wanted to have her for dinner, and she really, really wanted him to eat her all up.
A man wearing a T-shirt with the initials DM on the front nodded to them as they walked. Elizabeth knew if she said her safe word anywhere in the building, he would come immediately and assess the situation. His presence calmed her nerves a bit more. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Eric; she just didn’t want to screw this up somehow.
“Here we are.” Eric opened one of the privacy room doors and motioned for her to go inside. The lights came on as she entered, giving her an opportunity to look around the luxurious space. A big iron bed dominated the room in the middle. Black satin sheets with matching pillows swathed the bed in a dark light. Elizabeth saw a spanking bench and a St Andrew’s Cross in the rear of the room. She also glimpsed a large piece of furniture with straps to hold a sub down and a dildo attached to a rod.
She let out a loud gasp. “Is that a?” She let her question fade away as she turned her attention to Eric.
“Yes, it’s a fucking bench.” He looked the piece of BDSM furniture over with a critical eye. “I don’t use them, but I can if you’re intere
sted.”
“I don’t know,” Elizabeth replied unsure of the otherworldly looking device. It appeared cold and unfeeling. She was looking to make an emotional connection with her Dom to find her submission.
“A discussion for another day.” Eric’s voice had gone down an octave or two and Elizabeth’s nipples hardened at his tone. “Elizabeth, you’re a delightful little sub, but you tend to speak before you think.” She felt heat creep up her chest and start to warm her neck. “Not only do you owe me fifty for not telling me about Jerry, you owe me ten for interrupting Master Flynn, ten for accosting Master Dillon, and another ten for not waiting quietly inside this room for further instructions. Do you disagree with any of my reasons for punishment?”
Elizabeth went over everything he had said and was pretty sure if she disagreed at this point, she would get a whole lot more punishment. Instead of blurting out that she didn’t think she accosted Master Dillon. Elizabeth agreed, instead. “Yes, Master, I deserve my punishment.”
“Good girl.” Eric praised and Elizabeth felt a warm feeling spread through her at his praise. She wanted more of it. “When you enter a private room with me, I want you to greet me in your slave pose just as you do downstairs,” he instructed. Elizabeth immediately got down to her knees and spread her legs open. She knew he could see her pussy, but at this point, she wanted him to.
“Very good, sub.” Eric praised and she heard him walk farther into the room. “Now, I want you to stand up, take your thong off and bring it over to me.”
Elizabeth heaved in a breath and got back up to her feet. She stared directly at Eric who had taken up a seat on the end of the big bed. His eyes watched every move she made as her hands slid down the sides of her corset to where the elastic band was resting on each of her hips. Taking the string on both sides with her thumbs Elizabeth leaned forward and shimmied out of the thong. Elizabeth knew she was giving him a very good view of her breasts as she lifted each foot out of the thong.
Eric held out his hand, and Elizabeth stepped forward with hardly a conscious thought at moving. She placed the thong in his hand with a blush.
“Why are you embarrassed, sub?” Eric asked as his fingers caressed the tiny scrap of satin and string. “Is it because this little piece of satin is wet from your pussy?” he asked boldly. Elizabeth gulped as Eric lifted the thong to his face and inhaled deeply. “Hmmmm. I can’t wait to eat your pussy, Elizabeth. Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
“Yes, Master.” Elizabeth’s thighs clenched together as she thought of Eric’s mouth coming down on her most private place. He had already made her come with his hands once. What would it feel like with his mouth?
“Lie across my lap, little sub, you have some punishment to take before we can have any fun.” Eric sighed loudly and he set the panties aside. Elizabeth did as he asked. Once again, she awkwardly lay across his lap. This evening, the corset pinched her skin, and she gasped as she tried to get a comfortable position. Unfortunately, the boning dug into her flesh and her breasts were mashed against the heavy material. Eric’s hand rubbing her backside made her warm all over.
“Stop squirming, beautiful.” Eric gave her a light slap. “It’s supposed to be uncomfortable. Corsets were made to torture flesh, little sub. As were these.” He dug his nails and fingers into her ass and Elizabeth moaned and lifted her ass into his touch. “So responsive,” he murmured. “What is your safe word, sub?”
“Rainbow,” Elizabeth replied. She was getting dizzy with all the blood rushing to her head.
“This is a punishment spanking so I want to hear you count out, just like you saw Lara do last night. Do you understand?” Eric’s hands moved away from the globes of her ass.
“Yes, Master.” Elizabeth’s throat constricted with anticipation and anxiety. All her breath expelled from her lungs as the noise of his hand smacking into the flesh of her backside filled the room. She flinched as the pain of the spanking took root in her flesh, and tears formed in her eyes. “One.” She managed after a minute.
“Good girl.” Eric’s voice sounded tight as he brought his hand down on Elizabeth’s ass again and again. Elizabeth did her best to keep up with counting out the numbers, but she was having a hard time staying focused on Eric’s hand landing on her ass. Halfway through, she started to feel a peace settle over her thoughts and for once in her life she wasn’t anticipating anything, she was only feeling. The croak of her voice was a foreign distraction as she hovered above the punishment she was taking for her Master. She knew the feeling of his erection pressed against her side excited him.
Elizabeth didn’t want the peace to end and let her mind drift over the curious experience. Her ass burned, but Eric’s hands had stopped their punishing rhythm against her ass and were now busy rubbing the heat into her skin.
“Are you with me, Elizabeth?” Eric asked finally.
“Yes, Master,” Elizabeth mumbled entirely too sated to speak anything more.
“You took your punishment like a good sub, Elizabeth.” Eric’s hand slipped between her ass cheeks. “Do you think you deserve a treat for being such a good girl?”
“Yes, Master,” Elizabeth replied dreamily.
“Get up.” Eric shifted and helped Elizabeth to her feet using both hands to make sure she didn’t fall over on her wobbly knees. Elizabeth watched as he went over to a cabinet and opened a couple of drawers before returning with a pair of wicked looking scissors. She gasped as he inserted the open end at the bottom of her spine. He pulled the garment away from her skin as he cut through the ties binding her into the corset. The garment fell away and Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. She could breathe properly again, and she took advantage of the air filling her lungs.
“Beautiful, sub.” Eric’s voice was low from behind her, and she felt his fingers tracing her skin where the corset had left red welts in her flesh. She shivered as she felt his tongue replace his fingers, licking up her back. Elizabeth moaned, and heat pooled between her thighs. She wanted him to touch her everywhere, to fill her up with the big cock she had sucked dry yesterday.
“Come here, Elizabeth.” Eric stepped around her and led her over to where a large high-backed black chair stood in the corner of the room. He had her sit down and pulled a cushioned stool over to one side. “I’ve wanted to taste those beautiful tits of yours since I first saw them the other night. Did you know that, Elizabeth?”
“No, Master,” Elizabeth replied as he looked hungrily at her breasts. He pulled out another package and opened it in front of her.
“Do you know what these are, Elizabeth?” Eric asked as he watched the expression on Elizabeth’s face. She had taken her spanking so well she had gone into subspace. Whether she realised the peaceful place her mind had floated to while her body took the pain of punishment would be something they discussed later. Now however, he was going to pay some attention to her fantastic breasts.
“Nipple clamps, Master.” Elizabeth eyed the little torture devices with unease.
“I’m going to torture your sweet nipples, Elizabeth.” Eric used the cushioned stool in front of the chair to kneel in front of her. “Put one leg over each of the chairs arms, beautiful.” He watched as Elizabeth obeyed and lifted each of her legs, one at a time and placed her thighs over each side of the chair. In this position, she was fully exposed and vulnerable to his gaze and his touch. Her pussy was already wet, and her clit poked out from its hood. It begged for his attention, but he was going to torture her a little first. “Perfect, sub, place your hands above your head and hang onto the top of the chair. Do not let go.”
“Yes, Master.” Elizabeth complied as she raised her arms to obey him. Her beautiful breasts stretched up and out as her back arched towards him. Eric leaned forward and licked one of her nipples. Elizabeth’s spine stiffened in response, and she let out a long breath.
“Do you like how that feels, Elizabeth?” Eric asked as he licked her nipple again.
“Yes, Master.” Elizabeth’s reply was a breat
hy moan. He sucked her entire nipple inside her mouth. Elizabeth let out a whimper at the sensation. He licked and teased the bud, using his teeth to pull and extend the flesh away from her body. He brought his mouth away from the tortured flesh and blew on it.
“Do you want more from your Master, Elizabeth?” He asked as he stuck his tongue out and repeatedly flicked the sensitive flesh.
“Yes, Master.” Elizabeth’s breasts were heaving now with her breaths, and he had only just started. Eric’s cock had been hard and needy during her punishment, but watching her enjoy her pleasure was torturous.
“Say it, Elizabeth. Tell me what you want, sub.” Eric swirled his tongue over her nipple again, and Elizabeth jumped. Taking one of the nipple clamps in hand, he squeezed it open.
“Bite my nipple, Master. Make it hurt. Oh, god, it feels so good.” Elizabeth’s voice trailed away, and Eric smiled as he brought the nipple clamp up as he released her nipple. The air only had half a second to hit the distressed flesh before teeth clamped down on the sensitive bud. Elizabeth screamed at the pain and Eric’s cock throbbed in response. She writhed on the chair as she took his pain, her face contorted in agony.
“Deep breaths, sub.” Eric stroked the hair away from her face. “You’re doing so well.” He kissed down the side of her neck as she calmed. Elizabeth’s breath became even again, and she looked up at him with expectation in her eyes. “Now for your other nipple, beautiful.” He leaned forward and licked the hardened nub, laving it with the same attention he had its partner. Elizabeth was sobbing and rocking her hips forward at the pleasure and pain he brought her while sucking and biting at her flesh. Using one hand, he pressed down on her pelvis.
“Stop moving, sub, or I’m going to tie you down to this chair. Take the pleasure I give you without moving. You must discipline your body, Elizabeth, and feed your submission from your control.” Eric explained as he blew out a breath on her nipple. With only his teeth, he lightly bit down on the root of her nipple and dragged his teeth to the very tip. Elizabeth shouted at the pain, and when all her breath had left her lungs, Eric pinched her distended peak with the second nipple clamp. An animalistic sound from deep within Elizabeth’s throat bubbled up from between her lips as her thighs quivered and tightened against the arms of the chair.