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  That was a small bit of relief to know her friends didn’t have a room like that.

  “Come here,” the man ordered.

  Her friend gave her a nudge and followed closely behind.

  When she stopped in front of him, Sherry held on to her by her upper arms as if she were going to run.

  Kristy stood there, but stared at his chest. She couldn’t move or breathe. He was unapproachable.

  “Let’s go over a few things. In this room you will address me as Sir, and only look me in the eyes when I command you to do so. Understood?”

  Finally taking a breath, she said, “Yes.”

  “Yes, who?” he growled, and it sent tingles throughout her body.

  “Oh! Sir! Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s better,” he purred, and reached out to stroke her cheek. “Look at me.” When she hesitated he lifted her chin with a flick of his fingers.

  She looked at his face and something about his coppery brown eyes seemed familiar. She tried to play back his voice in her mind to see if she recognized it, but she couldn’t think. There was too much going on for her to concentrate. She lowered her gaze to the floor and gathered her thoughts.

  “I hear you’re curious about this lifestyle.” The man stated.

  “No, Sir. I am just trying to prove a point.”

  “And what point would that be?” The masked man crossed his arms over his chest.

  “That I’m not cut out for any kind of kink…Sir.”

  “I see.” She could almost detect a smile in his words. “I encourage you to ask questions. This is a learning session for you, but be sure to address me properly. I will not tolerate otherwise. If you do not, I will have to punish you...I don’t plan on any resistance play, as this is your first time, but I insist on a safeword. Do you know what that is?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “When I ask what your safeword color is, you respond by telling me; red, yellow or green. Red means stop and this scene will end immediately, and you can leave. Yellow means you don’t want to stop but it might be too intense, in that case we will discuss what’s making you uncomfortable and go from there. Green means you’re enjoying yourself and want to continue. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very well, play time begins now.” His voice went low and husky, and it made her heart skip a beat.

  Sherry’s grip on her arms tightened and she pressed up against Kristy’s back whispering. “It will be fine. Just trust in the Master to make you feel.”

  ***

  Fifteen minutes earlier, Jake had received a call from Stan. He said Sherry had brought someone in, and it would be their first time. A "virgin curiosity request" as they labeled it at the club. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kristy came with Sherry. His dick jolted at the thought. Not many people knew of the exclusive underground BDSM club. It was by invitation only, and Stan wouldn’t send just anyone down.

  Being involved as a Service Top in the BDSM scene for a few years gave him confidence as a Dom. He always stayed in character, never faltered, or had any issues to speak of. He was highly respected and in high demand by the regulars, but tonight he asked his first appointment if he could switch her until later in the night. Something he’d never done before and he hoped it wouldn’t be a problem. He only did so because he was pretty sure Kristy was the newbie virgin, and he wanted to be her first.

  It was a good thing he had confidence in what he did, otherwise he might have lost it when he actually did see Kristy walk in the door with Sherry. It took every ounce if strength to keep it together. She looked beautiful in a knee length light blue sundress and sandals.

  He let her stand quietly to take in the room. Looking from item to item in the dimly lit room, her face looked a little stunned, but he didn’t detect any fear. The moment he gave her to assess things was not only for her, but he needed the time as well. He couldn’t fail her. He wouldn’t.

  After laying out some rules and some small talk, he was ready. He forcefully flicked Kristy’s face up by the chin so he could see her eyes. She trembled. He loved her brown eyes, and when their eyes locked, he could see so much emotion in hers. At first he thought he frightened her being so forceful, but her eyes dilated, and he could tell she wanted it.

  “I’d like to start out with a little sensation play. Not all activities in BDSM involve pain as many on the outside think. I want to share that with you. Will you allow me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I don’t know you, so you need to tell me what you like and don’t like. You must be vocal. I am the director, you are my orchestra, and I will command instruments making your body respond in song. The only way that will happen is if you’re honest.”

  She nodded.

  “Let’s make music, shall we? Remove your sandals, and kneel before me. Keep your eyes on the floor.” She did so willingly and seemed a bit eager, if he didn’t know any better he would have thought it was her idea to come visit the club. “This is all about you. You set your limits, and you use your safeword when you need to.”

  Kristy hesitated a moment and his heart sunk. Her sight remained on the floor before her, and she remained motionless. Then she spoke. “Sir…may I look at you?”

  His brow furrowed. “Yes, you may.”

  She raised her chin slowly, and he could see her gaze move up from his feet to his face. He had to be careful and not think about how turned on he was to have her there. She would detect it in his tight leather pants, and he couldn’t afford to let her to know she had that impact on him. Not yet anyway.

  Her eyes looked directly into his for a long moment. A flash of fear went by, replaced by longing. “Thank you, Sir. I only needed to look into your eyes to decide. I trust you.”

  His heart thumped in his chest. “Good. Now strip,” he commanded.

  Chapter Six

  “Huh?” Kristy looked at Sherry who nodded in encouragement. “I—I don’t think I can…Sir.” Her eyes shifted from him to Sherry and back to him again.

  “Sherry, you must go,” he barked.

  Sherry’s submissiveness kicked in and she averted her eyes and bowed her head. “Yes, Master Jay, but can I ask if this is all right with Kristy first?”

  “You may.” God, he prayed Kristy would stay.

  She asked Kristy in a quiet voice, “Will you be okay if I leave?”

  “Yes, I’ll be fine.” Kristy’s voice quivered slightly but she held firm.

  “I will be up at the bar with Stan. Come find me when you’re ready to leave. And remember, this is all about you. If you don’t like what’s going on, you safeword and end it immediately. But I don’t think that will happen with Master Jay.” She gave Kristy a quick sideways hug and left, closing the door softly behind her.

  Once the door clicked shut, Kristy stood, still staring at the floor. “Where shall I get undressed?” Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.

  “Right here. Now. Leave your bra and panties on.” His voice turned husky at the thought of her disrobing.

  She hesitated. Finally, she reached down for the hem of her sundress and pulled it slowly over her head. Once removed, she folded her dress neatly and held it out to him.

  He took it and placed it on a nearby chair along with the sandals she kicked off.

  She stood in a pink matching bra and panty set looking very unsure of herself, she wrapped her arms around her middle then dropped them slowly to her sides.

  Jake walked around her slowly, taking in every inch of her flawless skin. “Beautiful.” His heart skipped a beat. She was more than beautiful in his eyes. She was absolutely stunning.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She looked up at him.

  “Eyes down unless I say.” He reminded. “Next time I won’t tell you so nicely,” he growled, and saw her thigh muscles clench. She likes that, huh? He made a note to speak more sternly to her. Walking over to a table, he selected a blindfold and some rope. He walked back to her and she stood still with her eyes to the floor.


  She inhaled a deep breath as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. “This will help enhance what you feel.” Once the blindfold was in place, he took the tip of the rope and ran it gently over her shoulders, to her breasts peeking out of her bra, and along her thighs. She shivered.

  “Kneel!” he commanded. She got to her knees quickly and a little clumsily. Once on the floor he placed the rope on the top of her thighs.

  Her breathing quickened.

  “Hands out.” He continued to speak with authority. Taking the rope, he bound her wrists and set them in her lap.

  A noise escaped from her mouth.

  “Color?”

  “Sir?”

  “Your safeword color?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  He smiled to himself. “Very good, you’re doing well.” He helped her to stand and ran a hand along her back. Standing off to her side, the view caught his breath. Thankful for the blindfold, he couldn’t control it any longer, his dick was hard.

  “I am going to lead you across the room, don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.” He guided her from behind with his hand on the small of her back. Once in front of a reclining leather chair, he placed a towel down and turned her around. “Sit.”

  She obeyed and eased down slowly. Once she settled in, he hit a button and the chair reclined. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Sorry, Sir, that scared me.”

  “Don’t move.” He raised her hands above her head. “And if your arms grow uncomfortable or numb let me know immediately.”

  She nodded.

  He picked up a feather and slid it along the side of her face and down her neck to her arm and back up again. The next time down, he continued to her chest instead of her arm. As the feather danced across her breasts, her breathing increased.

  Jake had always been a Dom but never had a sub of his own. As a Top at the club, he would perform for the subs' pre-negotiated gratification, and he received no sexual pleasure from the act of domination in itself. He did, however, take pride in his ability to execute flawless scenes. Tonight, however, with Kristy, he enjoyed his dominance over her immensely. While this was probably the most vanilla scene he’d ever play out, his arousal spiked.

  He made sure the feather traveled over every part of her exposed skin. When he trailed it between her legs, she let out a quiet moan. “Do you like that, little one?” he whispered against her ear.

  She pressed her legs together and purred.

  He rewarded her with another pass of the feather, with the same result.

  “Do not press your legs together this time,” he ordered. He could see her muscles twitching and once the feather went between her legs, she slammed them together and giggled.

  “You disobeyed a direct order.” He grabbed her ankle and strapped it in a cuff attached to the leg rest on the chair, then secured her second ankle in the same manner. “You disobey and now you pay, little one.”

  Her body froze and the giggling ceased.

  Putting the feather down, he picked up a Wartenburg wheel. He pressed the small, spiked wheel against the swell of her breast and rolled it with a slight amount of pressure, and she moaned.

  “Color?” he asked.

  “Green, Sir.”

  He trailed it around her body where the feather had just been.

  The device prompted her to whimper and groan when he placed it between her thighs and traced around the outline of her panties. Wetness seeped through.

  “Ah, little one, are you wet?” He then trailed over the fabric of her bra where her nipples hardened.

  “Oh, yes Master. This feels sooo good. Harder please.”

  His dick was painfully engorged and wanted nothing more than to thrust inside her. Hearing her beg, he pressed harder with the instrument and she winced.

  “Color?”

  “Yellow, but don’t stop.” The words left her in a breathless rush.

  He was merciless with the wheel. He left trails of little pale welts all over her body. The contrast of her flawless skin and the marks he left on her almost made him come. He put the wheel down and picked up a swath of smooth silk. He touched it to her reddened skin and she sucked in a breath.

  As he ran the cloth over her rosy trails, she began to tremble and moan. Her body tensed as the cloth slowly and teasingly neared her panty line. Her body gave all the signs that she was working up to an orgasm. He couldn’t just let her walk out in that condition. Hell, his balls were tightening at her pleasure, and it was painful. One of them needed a release, and it couldn’t be him. He had to be professional. He put the silky material aside.

  Reaching down to her legs he ran his bare hand up to the apex of her thighs and stroked her skin. She groaned and wriggled her hips as much as the chair would allow. Taking that as an invitation, he ran his fingers gently along her lace covered pussy. Her mouth hung open and her heavy breathing hitched. She licked her lips and swallowed. He made another pass over the lace, but this time he hovered over her clit and rubbed a little harder.

  She whimpered and her body began to quake. “That’s it little one, come for me. Now!” She shivered letting out a small release as his fingers worked her nub. He chuckled at how responsive she was to him.

  “Wh-what?” She asked groggily.

  “Nothing little one. Do you want more?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  “Very well.” He released her from the ankle cuffs and helped her up. He undid the rope around her wrists and rubbed them tenderly. “Do your arms hurt?”

  “No, Sir. I forgot I had arms.”

  He laughed out loud.

  Keeping the blindfold on her, he walked her to a spanking bench where he planned to test her limits, he knew she couldn’t deny she was into kink now, why not take it farther? He helped her kneel onto a padded shelf at the base of a table, and then bent her over at a ninety degree angle. Turning her head to the right, he placed her cheek against the vinyl surface. Stretching her arms out to the sides, he locked her wrists into cuffs. “How does that feel?”

  “A little scary, Sir.”

  “Color?”

  “Green, maybe a little yellow.” He stood and looked at her, wishing he could drop his pants and shove into her from behind. A throaty groan escaped his mouth.

  ***

  Kneeling and strapped to a strange apparatus she couldn’t see, insecure feelings swept through her being bent over a table with her ass sticking out. Then she thought about how sexy this pose would be if she were completely naked, and that made her nub twitch causing a delicious feeling on her already sensitive clit.

  Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad. Master Jay had made her feel good up to this point. Hell, he brought her to an orgasm without normal foreplay. Something about the tickle of the feather, to the sharp sensations, and then the soft fabric he rubbed on her, she got lost in herself. So yeah, she trusted him and decided to relax, and to take whatever he had to offer.

  “My little one, you’re on a spanking bench. How do you feel?”

  “Okay, I guess, Sir.”

  “You guess or you know?” he growled.

  “I know, Sir. Please spank me,” she breathed. Where the hell had that come from? She was frightened at the thought of being spanked, but when he spoke to her that way she knew deep down inside she wanted it, and wanted it bad. Holy shit.

  Nothing happened for a long time. She wiggled her ass, and shortly after, the feel of restraints being wrapped around her thighs startled her. “I didn’t say you could move, did I?” Master asked in a quiet, menacing tone.

  “No, Sir.” She disappointed him, and now she was strapped in so tight she couldn’t move. Her breathing picked up and her feelings were mixed with arousal and fear.

  “Color?”

  “Yellow, Sir.”

  “Why?”

  “I can’t move I feel trapped, and I’m afraid it will hurt.” Her voice shook.

  He ran his hand over her back in a soothing manner and spoke softly. “Know I will never hurt you, and remember all you h
ave to do is say 'red' and I will stop the scene immediately, remove the restraints, and you will be free to go. No one is holding you here against your will, little one. You are in control.”

  “Thank you for the reminder, Master Jay.”

  “You’re welcome.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her head against her hair, and then he lingered there for a moment. Pulling away he trailed his fingers along the exposed skin on her back. “Will you be all right? I need to step out for a moment. I want you to think about how good you felt before, and then you should be ready for me when I return.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She heard him walk to the door, open it, and close it. She lay there helpless, afraid, and turned on, all at the same time. She didn’t know if her heart could take the rapid beat for long. It felt like it would pound out of her chest violently. She slowed her breathing and thought about how Master Jay made her feel up to that point.

  After what felt like an eternity, she heard the door open and footsteps heading her way.

  “So little one, have you had time to think and feel?”

  “I have, Sir, and I’m ready.”

  His hand massaged her ass, and then he smoothed his palm over it softly. Without warning he slapped her right cheek. She screeched at the suddenness of it, but it didn’t hurt.

  “Color?”

  “Green, Sir. Very green.” She was surprised at the rush of excitement coursing through her veins.

  He slapped her left cheek, rubbed them both gently, and then repeated the process. “Now I’m going to slap you ten times. I will not stop unless you safeword.” Without a pause he began to slap her ass cheeks hard, alternating between the two, one after another in different spots. It stung but felt incredibly erotic at the same time. Her clit pulsed anticipating each blow, and tingled every time his hand made contact.

  The biting sting was almost unbearable. Almost. But she knew it would end, and she had her safeword. The last two hits were the hardest. She blew out a breath and whimpered when he stopped.

  “Color?”