Reflections of the soul

The energy in the club felt different tonight. A heady anticipation sizzled down her spine and began to grow somewhere deep in her core. Tonight they were leaving 2018 behind. So many things had changed in the last year, not the least of which was her.

Sean, her Master and husband, sat at his familiar seat at the corner of the bar. His smile was ultra high wattage. He felt it too.

She’d come a long way from reading naughty stories in the privacy of her own room. Now, she was married to a kink club owner and about to scene in front of a club full of people, strange people, but wonderful – ‘give you the shirt off their back’ people.

“Are you ready for this?” Sean asked.

“I need to change my skirt. This one is scratching me,” she lied. “I’ll meet you on the stage in a minute.”

“Be quick. I’m taking you flying tonight.” His eyes sparkled and she knew he had the scene well planned.

A little over a year ago, when she’d first come to the club, she’d only play in a privacy room. She had been so shy, she even had Sean cover the window on the door. It broke all the rules, but as the owner he could do as he pleased. As the months had gone by, she’d slowly become more comfortable. Just recently, she’d agreed to take part in occasional demonstrations, though she’d always insisted on being clothed.

Sean had taken it in stride. He was supportive and respectful of her hard limits. Because of it, she wanted to give him the world. She slipped the key into the lock and walked into their office.

She remembered the first day she’d entered his private domain. She’d fallen in love with the decor. Running her fingers over the teak desk top, memories and emotion flooded in… The feeling of power when she’d negotiated a marketing partnership with a sex toy manufacturer. The memory of Sean tying her spread eagle along the top and torturing her until she’d come more times than she’d thought possible.

She continued into the dressing room and saw a reflection herself in the mirror. Her confidence faltered. She was still pudgier and more pale than she wanted to be. She didn’t have a drop-dead body to equal her husband. Chances were good, she never would. She decided to forego her surprise for Sean. She just couldn’t imagine standing on the stage without a stitch of clothes. Upset with herself, she started to walk out. As she passed the shower, another memory came to mind.

The first time she’d seen Sean in ‘all his glory’ had been in that beautiful double shower. The sight of him was ingrained in her mind for all time. She still remembered how the water glistened along his broad shoulders and how his cock had gone from placid to thick and standing tall as his eyes gazed upon her body.

Though she had no idea why, he certainly did seem to be aroused by her. He didn’t notice all the flaws that jumped off the mirror and danced in front of her eyes. With her back toward the ego busting mirror, she loosened the strings of her corset and tossed it onto the bench where Sean always pulled on his boots. Next, she removed her skirt. Her hands were shaking and her heart was pounding out of her chest.

She put on her robe and cinched the belt. Her legs felt like rubber as she walked out of the office and entered the arboretum. From the moment she entered the garden, she only had eyes for Sean. He stood in the center of the stage with the bright lights shining down on him. As their eyes locked, Sean stopped speaking in mid sentence.

A moment later a smile erupted across his face.  Her fears and second guesses evaporated. Yeah, he knew what she was wearing beneath the robe. Or not wearing, as the case may be.

He met her at the stairs and helped her onto the stage. Her heart beat louder than the music and that was saying something. Sean put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight. “You don’t have to do this,” he whispered against her ear.

He was giving her an out, but the look on his face told her a different story. He wanted this.

“I know, but I want to.” It wasn’t really a lie. She did want to please him, she just wished it didn’t involve being in a room full of people with only Sean’s rope to cover her.

He kissed her hard and led her to the center of the stage. “Kneel up,” he ordered.

She assumed the position facing the crowd, but kept her eyes closed. She pretended if she couldn’t see them, then they couldn’t see her. Totally illogical, but it kept her from running back to the office so she went with it.

Unlike the demonstrations they’d done recently, this was an exhibition. There wouldn’t be a question and answer period or the casual feel of a training session. This was to be a full-on scene. Fear tricked down her spine and she began to shake.

Sean drew her arms behind her back and began a box tie. From the first time Sean bound her, she’d fallen in love with rope. Each wrap he made was one more connection to him. As the ropes circled her arms, she remembered she wasn’t on the stage alone. She was with Sean, the love of her life, and he’d keep her safe.

“You make me proud,” Sean leaned in and whispered.

Chloe basked in his praise.

Each time the rope was pulled across the strands the vibrations sent her to a different place, a place filled with desire and need, a place where she belonged to Sean. She was his to do with as he pleased.

Once the chest harness was complete, he tore the robe from her shoulders exposing her breasts. Her nipples were peaked and her pussy began to throbbed. She blocked out everything but Sean. Her entire focus became him. She could hear his elevated breathing, the crackle of his leather pants as he shifted his weight and began to tie rope to her left ankle.

“I can’t wait to show off my beautiful subbie. You surprised me tonight,” he murmured so only she could hear.

When they scened their protocol only allowed her to speak when asked a directed question, so she remained silent.

The tugs on the chest harness and her ankle warned her Sean had tossed the rope through the suspension ring. She held her breath, knowing what was coming next.

“Fly sweet subbie!”

In an instant the ropes tightened to the point of pain and the ground slipped away from her. Her robe slid open baring her to audience. She found it hard to breathe and it had nothing to do with the ropes holding her so tightly.

Sean put his hand on her hip and gave a shove. She began to spin and all hope of keeping her privates, private disappeared. Anxiety began to creep into her warm world of rope.

Crack! Crack, crack, crack! The sound hit before the sting. Son of a bitch! He was using the crop. God, how she hated that thing. While she could revel in the thud of a flogger, the sting of a crop lit her on fire. Pain radiated outward from each thwack and seemed to immerse her clit in liquid heat.

The swats had begun on her feet and slowly made their way, inch by inch up her legs. Out of the blue, the side of her breast was struck. Air rushed from her lungs. By the multitude of tiny bites dotting the tender flesh, she surmised her was using an erogenous flogger.

The throbbing of her pussy beat in sync with the strikes Sean was landing on her sensitive flesh. Crop, flogger. crop, crop, flogger. Slowly, tortuously, Sean neared her clit. The assault on her breasts deepened. The quarter inch wide strips of leather struck her erect nipples. She hated it and loved it and needed it, all at the same time.

Chloe squirmed as much as the ropes would allow, which was damn little. The knowledge that she was completely helpless served to amplify her nearly desperate need. “Please, Master.”

“Oh, I do like to hear you beg. I think I’m going to prolong this a little further,” he taunted her.

A groan escaped before she could stop it. Need was a living breathing entity. Her nipples ached and wetness crept down her leg. Sean ramped up intensity of the swats each time her ass cheeks came into reach.

She knew what was coming and yearned for it. Chloe rocked her hips trying to bring her pussy within his reach.

Sean laughed. “Yeah, I know what you want. But I’m not going to make it easy on you. You’re going to have to use your words. You’re going to admit to all these people that you want me to strike your gorgeous swollen clit with the crop. Show them how my sweet subbie likes it rough.”

Oh, God. people… Embarrassment swept over her like a tidal wave and she damn near came on the spot. She tried to fight it. She didn’t want others to see her like this-so needy she’d beg Sean to swat her pussy. She tried to hang onto cognizant thought, but the steady heat from the crop and flogger buried her in pleasure. Hungry for more. Desperate for relief. Her brain was focused on one thing-need. All encompassing need.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Not good enough. Tell these people what you want, baby,” Sean ordered.

People. Reality surfaced for a second, maybe two, but was quickly replaced by the swamping desire that threatened to consume her if Sean didn’t give her what she needed.

“Please don’t tease me, Master. Please, I’m begging-swat my pussy.”

Chloe was rewarded with a direct pat to her clit. “Oh, God. Harder. Please, Master, harder.”

She heard Sean groan and somehow in the fog swirling through her brain she realized he was in as much need as she was. Power swelled within her. Sean, her handsome, commanding husband needed her just as badly as she did him. Any remaining hesitation floated away.

Sean gave her several swats directly where she needed it most. She screamed as the world fragmented around her. Colors danced and a roaring in her ears threatened to deafen her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more the hues and sound faded away.

The first thing she noticed was Sean’s comforting voice washing over her. “You never cease to amaze me, my beautiful angel.”

She opened her eyes and met Sean’s steady gaze.

“There you are. Touching back down on earth?” His voice was rich with male pride.

She nodded. As reality hit her full force, she glanced around them. They had been on stage-with a packed audience. Holy fuck!

Sean’s deep laughter took a touch of the chill from her bones. “We’re alone my angel.”

Muted earth tones surrounded them. She was sitting on his lap on the couch in their office. “Thank God.”

He raised one eye brow and held her gaze. “I think the lady doth protest too much. You might have been nervous, but you were excited up on that stage.”

Heat rushed to her face. It was true.

“None of that.” He ran a finger down her cheek. “Tonight is chalk full of new beginnings. I can’t wait to see what 2019 has in store for us.”

***Sean and Chloe were first introduced in the opening book of the Master’s Touch series – The One and Only. This piece is just a peek at how they’re getting along.





Easy way…

“Come to me,” he ordered.

She shook her head, gearing for a fight. “I’ve got too much to do.”

He said nothing, simply raised an eyebrow and tossed a throw pillow on the ground at his feet.

Shit! She looked at the floor that was in desperate need of a broom and a mop. The dinner dishes were still soaking and she was damn tired. Screw it, she turned her back on him and began to sweep the floor.

He chuckled. “Oh, we’re going to do this the hard way? I see.”

Her stomach clenched and she readied for the inevitable swat on the ass. Fine. Whatever. She had shit to do and wasn’t in the mood for romance.

He ripped the broom from her hand and tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“Hey, put me down. This isn’t funny.” She beat on his back.

He gave her five resounding swats on her ass. “No, it isn’t funny. You disobeyed a direct order. We aren’t having that.”

Tears sprang to her eyes as her ass lit on fire. He wasn’t playing around. If she hadn’t been so up in her own head, she would have gauged his mood better. Work and the daily grind had her so stressed out she couldn’t even sleep these days.

“I’m sorry, Master. I just have too much to do to scene right now,” she managed to spit out in a placating tone.

“I had intended to ask you how I could help, but you didn’t want the easy way. Your defiance showed me that.” He tossed her, belly first, onto the bed then held her in place with one hand while he reached into the toy cabinet for a bundle of rope.

His manhandling had the usual effect, but at the moment the wetness between her legs only pissed her off. He knew exactly how to send her body zinging, but her mind was on overload. The stress she’d endured the last few weeks had her emotional walls built tall and strong.

While he was distracted by his search, she brought her knees up to scramble off the bed. In one smooth motion, he flattened her to the mattress and climbed up beside her. He grabbed her hands and slid his body over her thighs. In no time, he had her hands tied.

“Now behave or I’ll hog tie you.”

With a sigh, she lay still knowing she couldn’t possibly escape with him laying on her. She was only grateful he’d tied her hands above her instead of behind her back.

“Clearly, you need a heavy hand tonight.” He pulled a paddle from the shelf and without any preamble he began to strike her already red ass cheeks. “You need a lesson in enemy recognition.” His melodic voice was calm as he delivered blow after blow to her sore butt.

“We’re a team, you and I. Us against the world. You will not block me out. I’m here to help you whether it’s with chores or to let off some steam.”

Her ass fucking hurt and the tears started to flow. She cried as if her tear damn had burst and there was no way to stop it. The iceberg that she seemed to live in these days began to melt away. Days of frustration were washed away along with her emotional barriers.

Why had she taken it out on him? He wasn’t the problem.

“We’re stronger together sweetheart. I understand why you need your walls up at work. You’re in a rough spot right now. But here, between the two of us, there will be no walls. “Do you understand me?”

She sniffled and wiped her tears on the bed sheets. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He slid the paddle back into the toy cabinet. He took her by the arm and helped her stand. “Stay here,” he ordered.

She obeyed, without a single thought of defiance.

He returned with a wet washrag. He washed her face and kissed her forehead. “Take your spot and kneel toward the kitchen.”

In the great room, she took her place on the pillow he’d tossed on the floor. Instead of facing his chair, as usual, she turned slightly so she could see all the things that only moments ago had seemed so terribly important.

“Good girl,” he praised her as he walked into the kitchen and retrieved the broom. “You’re going to stay there and watch.”

Her stomach dropped. Her Master never swept. It wasn’t that he was lazy or anything. He simply did other things, things she couldn’t do or hated to do.

“You don’t need to sweep. I can do that later.” At the moment, she didn’t care if the floor ever got cleaned. The heat from her ass had migrated to her pussy and she needed attention.

“I’m capable of helping with the cleaning, my angel.” He ignored her protests and continued to sweep.

Tears began to flow again. “I know.”

He bent down and scooped the pile into the dust pan and threw it away. “If you need help, ask.”

She bowed her head. She’d never doubted that he’d help, she just hadn’t considered asking him. “Yes, Master.”

He walked to the couch and spun her around to face him. Her eyes grew wide when she noticed he still had the broom. This wasn’t going to bode well for her.

Her Master took the broom in both hands and broke it over his knee. He tossed the bristle end toward the garage and slid the remaining portion between the crook of her arms. The position forced her to arch her back and thrust her breasts forward.

His casual display of strength set her heart pounding.

“What else do you need to do tonight?” he asked, running his finger along her jaw.

“Serve my Master.”

He smiled down at her. “Good answer, my angel, but you know that’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t want to think about chores right now,” she complained.

“And that is the best answer.” He kissed her soundly. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. “Stand up. We’re headed to the playroom.”

Terrible, yet wonderful, things happened in his private dungeon. Her legs felt shaky as he led her down the hallway. As soon as she entered the room she knew he had a plan. Ropes dangled from a pulley attached to the ceiling. He placed her underneath them. “Kneel here.”

He took a set of cuffs from the closet and attached them to her ankles. The familiar warmth did little to calm her runaway heart. She heard the turn of the pulley and felt tugging along the broom handle and at her feet. Oh God!

“Now I know you won’t be going anywhere.” He caressed the curve of her breast. “I do love what this position does to your tits. I believe some jewelry is in order.”

She hoped he chose a pair of nooses. Of the choices they owned, they were definitely the most comfortable. As soon as she heard the jangle of chains, she knew she was screwed.

“Since you want the hard way tonight, we’ll go with clover clamps.” He bent down and rolled her nipples. He pulled and tugged until she moaned. Her eyes closed and she willed herself to relax as he set the clamps. The bite of the clover edge dug into her tender flesh and she took several deep breaths as her body adjusted to the discomfort.

He went to the closet, grabbed the Hitachi stand and placed it between her legs. “This isn’t what I had envisioned for tonight, but I’m willing to adapt to your needs, my angel. We’re going to play a little game.”

Considering her position and the toys he’d brought out, she knew the game was likely to entail forced orgasms. While one orgasm was great and even two was good, more than that and it turned into it’s own form of torture. She began to wish she hadn’t ignored his first command.

“Am I going to like this game, Master?” she asked, cautiously.

“Probably not.” He chuckled. “You’re going to suck me off while the Hitachi sits on your clit. Each time you come, I’m going to tighten the clamps so keep that in mind.”

She knew better than to argue. He wouldn’t change his mind and he’d likely make it even harder on her.

He pulled his shirt over his head then toed off his shoes, removed his socks and dropped his pants. “Are you comfortable, my love?”

She chuckled. “No.”

“I’m so glad.”

She groaned. His casual acceptance of his sadistic streak hit her straight in the pussy.  He was going to kill her. She was already primed and in desperate need of release, but knowing he planned to tighten the clamps added a layer of anxiety – which, honestly, fueled her desire even further.

He fisted her hair and directed her mouth to his cock as he used the foot peddle to activate the vibrator. Each time he pulled her forward the chain between the clamps swung sending fire directly to her clit.

Devil device. That was her nickname for the damn Hitachi. It was surely created by Satan himself. She focused on her Master’s cock, determined to drive him to distraction as fast as humanly possible. But try as she might to keep her mind off her own spiraling need, her body refused to shut it out.

Seconds turned to minutes and her muscles tensed as the explosion grew imminent. The ropes and pulley were the only thing keeping her from losing her balance as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

Her release was heavenly, but as the haze of bliss began to clear, the vibration on her clit was way too strong. She tried to wiggle away, yet it was impossible. Her range of movement was confined by the broken broom handle and ropes.

“Focus, angel,” he said, sternly. “I want your sensitive clit to be tortured. Feel how hard I am? That’s all you, baby girl. Knowing you’ll be especially tender tomorrow feeds my desire.”

Damn him. He knew exactly what to say to send her back into the zone.

“It’s building again, isn’t it?” He chuckled, arrogantly. “Looks like it’s time to tighten these clamps.”

She’d had a fleeting hope that he’d forget. She should have known better. When it came to scening with her, he never forgot a single thing.

She heard the foot peddle click ratcheting the vibrator to the next level as he turned the dial on first one clamp and then the other. The excruciating bite took her breath away and took her that much closer to her next orgasm. No way. She was going to make him come first.

Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and sucking hard she elicited a moan from him and her ego soared. She loved stealing a bit of his control. Knowing that she could bring him such pleasure was a point of pride for her. He certainly knew exactly what she needed.

“Oh, you little minx. I see you enjoy testing my staying power.” He sounded like he was speaking between clenched jaws.

Even as hope rose, so did her excitement. Her back muscles were straining which served to remind her she was bound. Her ass had turned into a powerful heat that fed her ever growing need. Her nipples throbbed in time to the rhythm he set and her clit was on a collision course with disaster. She wanted to come, but she knew how intense the sensations would become afterward and since she couldn’t avoid them a feeling of dread formed somewhere near her G spot.

She was going to lose the battle. She was already so close there was no way to avoid it. A trickle of fear skirted down her spine. Oh, God, he’ll tighten the clamps even further. She glanced down and saw her normally pink nipples a dark red and fully engorged. The sight forced her into another orgasm. She screamed around his cock and tried to rock her hips only to find her movements were no longer her own. She was completely at his mercy. Her waning release was suddenly kicked back into high gear as another orgasm tore through her.

From somewhere far away, she heard her Master groan and a sense of satisfaction settled over her as jets of cum shot into her mouth. She gagged slightly as she struggled to swallow his gift.

As awareness began to push through the clouds, she realized he’d kicked the Hitachi away from her pussy and pulled the broom handle from the crook of her arms. The only thing holding her up was the taut ropes at her wrists and ankles.

“I think I’m going to keep your hands restrained while I remove the clamps, my sweet angel. I wouldn’t want you to take my head off.”

The bastard was laughing at her situation proving once again he had a sadistic streak a mile wide.

He removed the first one and blood came rushing back into the tortured peak sending tears to her eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He chuckled. “Settle down, angel. You know that potty mouth of yours gets me hard. You can’t take another session right now.” He massaged her aching nipple as removed the remaining clamp. Before she could let go with another string of obscenities, he settled his mouth over the battered peak and eased the discomfort to a manageable level. In no time at all he had her untied and cradled in his arms.

“You never cease to amaze me, baby girl,” he told her as he carried her back to their bed.

She was so exhausted she was asleep by the time her head hit the pillow.

As the alarm blared, she noticed the sunshine filling the room. She glanced at the clock and realized she’d slept through the night for the first time in weeks. She gave her Master a kiss on the cheek. Damn, she loved that man.

She walked into the kitchen to make coffee and was stunned to find the dishes washed and put away. She flicked the coffee pot on and headed back to the bedroom. Though she knew it was too much to hope for, she cracked open the door to the laundry and took a quick look inside. Tears sprang to her eyes as she saw the bins empty. He’d stay up and taken care of all of her chores.

She ran to the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and showered him with kisses. “What did I do to deserve you, Master? You’re the most wonderful man in the world.”

“Me? I thought I was a mean, old Dom who took sadistic pleasure in torturing his subbie.”

She loved hearing his arrogant amusement in the tone of voice. “Well, yeah,” she teased, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”


Short Leash

“You’ve had a rough time, my pet. I’ve given you a long leash thinking that was what you needed, but I think I was wrong. A light touch didn’t work. We’re both floundering and it’s time for it to stop.”

She was kneeling at his feet gazing up at him, but the dishes in the sink and laundry in the wash called to her and made it hard to focus on him.

“I’m so stressed all the time. There isn’t enough hours in the day. Once this job mess gets settled, it will be better.”

“No, angel. Life doesn’t work that way. Once you climb one hurtle you find there’s always another waiting in the wings. We have to focus on us. Together those hurtles won’t seem so large or so important.”

She heard what he was saying and it sounded good, but she felt like she was drowning. Work sucked, seriously sucked and she couldn’t stop thinking about the politics and backstabbing crap going on there. It seemed impossible to push it out of her mind. Tears were perpetually a blink away. She was struggling just to keep her emotions in check. Now her Master found her lacking as well.

“I’m trying,” she whispers.

“I know you are, my love. You did nothing wrong. I made the mistake. I misread the situation. When you needed a firm hand the most, I gave you the opposite.”

“No, it’s not your fault I’m stressed. I can’t focus, Master,” she felt desperate that he understand. He couldn’t make demands on her. She already had more than she could handle.

“We’re going to fix that.”

He sounded so confident. So sure of himself. She wished she could feel that way again.

“Undress for me,” he orders.

The air rushes from her lungs. She couldn’t. She had too much to do. “I have to do the dishes.”

“No,” he said so sternly that she jumped. “You will follow my instructions or you will safeword.”

Needing to do the dishes or move the laundry wasn’t a good enough reason to safeword. She sighed. “I’m cold.” She’d take another tactic and delay.

“That’s a shame. Undress for me.”

Her pussy clenched. He wasn’t giving her any wiggle room. She pulled off her shirt and waited to see if that would appease him. After a few moments of staring into his strong, steady gaze, she stood and removed her shoes, socks and pants. Surely that would be enough. She really didn’t have time to get all hot and bothered right now. She had crap to do. She always had crap to do these days.

She went back down on her knees and placed her hands behind her back.

“I’m waiting.”

Her shoulders slumped. This wasn’t going the way she wanted. “Master…”

She waited a few moments, but he said no more. She was going to have to obey him. Reluctantly, she stood and removed the rest of her clothes. She noticed her pussy was wet and it annoyed her. She wasn’t in the mood for this.

“You kept me waiting, angel. We can’t have that. You need help getting into a submissive mindset.”

Crap. She knew that tone and knew better than to argue. It would just get her deeper into trouble. Tears threatened to pour down her cheeks. She was so frazzled. She just couldn’t take much more.

“You’re going to stand in the corner and you’re going to hold these two quarters,” he showed her the coins in his hand, “against the wall using your nipples.”

Stand in the corner? A tear escapes. She couldn’t. It was too much. Her emotions were over the top already. Before she could formulate a response, his big hand circled her arm and pulled her to her feet.


He dismisses her plea and leads her to the corner. She didn’t want to do this. A shiver ran through her as she tried to find a way out.

He stood to the side and held the two coins against the wall several inches below her breasts.

“They’re too low,” she grumbled.

“Bend your knees,” he explained calmly.

“What?” He couldn’t be serious. But one look at his face left no doubt to just how serious he was. Fuck!

She bent her knees and leaned forward toward the wall. Her Master took her breasts in hand, one at a time, and placed them on the coins. She had to tip her head and arch her back. It was a difficult position. Within a few moments her thighs felt the strain. “I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can. You already are. You’re stronger than you think.”

I’m strong? She hadn’t felt strong since she’d taken her damn job. She’d felt inadequate for months now.

“You’re not being punished my darling angel. I’m just helping you find yourself again. You’re intelligent and capable of anything you set your mind to. Because you’re confident of your abilities, you’re willing to submit to me.”

Tears rushed down her face cooling slightly before they splashed on her breasts and knees. She couldn’t move, the quarters would fall. She ached all over from the demanding position, but she realized she wanted to be there. She wanted to prove she could do it. She focused on his voice and pushed the discomfort from her mind.

“You’re submission makes us both stronger. I feel ten feet tall knowing that such confident woman, one who knows her worth, is willing to bend to my dominance.”

He ran his hand down her back then slapped her ass cheek. “Your skin shimmers. It’s so beautiful. Seeing you like this with your breasts jutting out and your ass curved and firm, makes me hot. I want to take you hard. To pound into that firm ass and bring us both a lot of pleasure, but it’s too soon. I’ve been taking the easy way out for months now.”

She heard the regret in his voice and she longed to make it better.

“It was my fault, but you’re the one who is going to pay the price. It’s unfair, but it’s the way our dynamic works. I know you hate standing in the corner. It’s why I chose it. I need to shake things up. Holding the quarters with your nipples gives you something to focus on besides cutting my dick off-which I’m pretty sure was your first thought.”

She giggled. You know me so well. The tears began to abate.

“I made it harder on you by lowering the coins and making you work for it. I like knowing you’ll take the pain, the humiliation simply because I want you to. That knowledge makes me hard enough to pound nails.”

He was killing her. She groaned or maybe it was a moan. She wasn’t sure anymore.

She saw something out of her peripheral vision. It was purple and she recognized it immediately. Oh fuck, no. She couldn’t take more.

“About now, you’re realizing why I wanted your knees bent. One more proof, you’re quick thinking and fucking amazing. It’s hard to stay one move ahead of you. I’m only able to do it because I have a sadistic streak and you don’t.” He chuckled.

“What you have is a need to submit to me. You know I love you more than life itself and I want to help you remember just how tough you really are.”

She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t formulate words. Everything hurt and he was going to shove that plug up her ass unless she safeworded. Dammit. Maybe she could take it for a minute.

“That’s why I’m taking it a step further.”

Further? What did that mean?

A scent she’d never smelled before wafted around them as he placed the blunt end of the plug against her opening. He maintained steady pressure until it was firmly in place. Within a moment or two her ass was on fire.

“Oh my, God. It hurts. It’s hot. I can’t… Take it out.”

He put his hand on around the nape of her neck. “Settle down, subbie.”

His tone was rough and it surprised her. She automatically stopped moving.

“You can take it. I know you can. It’s just a little ginger lube. Breathe for me.” He leaned down and scraped his beard across the taut breast. “Relax your butt muscles and the pain will lessen.”

Panic subsided as his voice flowed over her. He reached around in front and swirled her clit.

Oh my, God. Oh my, God. Oh my, God. She had no idea she was so close to coming. Her entire pussy throbbed and she was wetter than she ever remembered.

“That’s my girl. You’ve taken everything I’ve demanded of you, just like I knew you would. You’re stronger than you know and I’m done having you think otherwise. My subbie is amazing and she knows it. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” her voice was strained, but she did feel stronger.

He picked her up and carried her to their bed. He tossed the pillows onto the chest of drawers and stripped. As he towered over her, he wrapped her hand around his cock. “See what you do to me?”

“This is all you, angel.” He climbed onto the bed, slid between her legs and gently pushed into her.

Her pussy was stretched to capacity. Her ass was tender from the ginger lube he’d coated over the purple plug, but the fire had calmed to a warm burn. His first stroke zinged her clit straight into overdrive. Holy fuck.

“I want to hear you, angel,” he instructed as he pinched her nipple. HARD.

She screamed and began to buck her hips as she flew into an orgasm. He pounded into her pussy lengthening her incredible release.

“Oh my beautiful, subbie, that was too easy.” He flipped her over and took her from behind. “I want another one, but this time you’re going to have to work for it.”

Hadn’t she? Her brain had turned to mush and she went along with his demands as if on autopilot. Part of her was still floating high above the clouds unwilling to come back to earth.

As her Master slammed into her again, she pressed her chest into the mattress.

“No, angel, I want full access.” He pulled her upward. Holding her with his left hand, he swatted her clit with his right. “You’re going to take more. And you’re going to take pain. In fact, you’re going to come from it. And tomorrow at work you’ll be thinking about tonight. As you tender ass causes you to squirm in your seat, you’ll remember the lube and how burned. How it sizzled your blood and made you hot. Made your clit hard and needy.”

He pinched her nipple until fire shot straight to her core. Her hips reflexively pumped against him.

“Tomorrow, as your abused nipples rub against your bra, you’ll remember how your mean, old Master made you come. Not once, but twice.”

She knew he spoke the truth. She would ache tomorrow and the knowledge spiked her need even higher. He continued to swat her pussy. It hurt, so fucking good.

“Come for me, angel.”

Swat after swat just kept taking her closer. Her nipples were tender and strained for more. Tighter and tighter. All she could think about was the demands he was placing on her body. She throbbed. She ached. She needed. Dear God, she needed.

He flicked her nipple. The sensation was shocking and painful. And just what she needed to send her into the orgasm of her life. She screamed and rode his cock as the world splintered around her.

In a daze, she felt her Master jerk and spasm inside her. Knowing she’d brought him the same pleasure that he’d given her, she let go completely.

The world slowly began to take shape again. She lay on her side with her Master curled around her.

“You’re my life, angel. Together we can work through anything. We need to stay a team. You and me against whatever life throws at us.”

She had no idea how long he’d been talking to her, but she knew deep in her bones that he meant every single word he was saying. It wasn’t her against the world. She had a partner, one that would never leave her side and together they would get through it all.

No time to smell the roses,

but we did find an hour or two to experience the thorns. When we were first married, we enjoyed a bit of kink. He always enjoyed tying me up, blindfolds, gags-that sort of thing, but it took a while before we realized the key to our fun was domination. And longer still before we started experimenting with pain.

Back in high school we were chatting, I don’t remember about what, but I uttered the phrase, ‘pain hurts’. Such a blonde comment, I know. I come by it naturally though. Tee he he. It was such a silly comment, he has teased me about it ever since.

As our D/s evolved, that one comment has come back to bite me in the butt many times. He likes to make me ask him for more. He’ll leave me hanging on the edge of an explosive orgasm-one or two pussy swats away. The pain exquisite and so needed in that moment, yet he stops and makes me ask him to strike me. It’s still hard to wrap my brain around why I like it-need it even. Asking is humiliating. It goes against all logic, yet it’s erotic as hell.rose-thorns

Weekend well spent

We’ve spent the last couple of weeks preparing for the Kink Karnival. We’ve never been a vendor at an event like that. We were nervous and unsure of what to expect.In years past, when tensions ran high, we’d snap at each other. History did not repeat itself. We pulled together and were a team. By the time our helper arrived, we had the booth together. She was able to help set up the Square and perfect the noose display.

The event organizers and fellow vendors were very courteous and kind. By and large it was more tame than I expected, but it was an indoor/outdoor event. It’s hard to be scantily clad when you’re freezing. The poor girl across from us was wrapped in a blanket most the day.

Overall, we had a blast. It was funny though, considering the venue-at first a lot of people weren’t sure what the nooses were for. They were trying to figure out how to wear them as earrings. After a few confused customers, we moved the adorned mannequins closer to the front. That helped.

Everyone was so nice. I’m not a public person, but I will admit I enjoyed visiting with everyone.  My heart went out to several of the men walking around in f*ck me heels. The club is over 10k square feet and the parking lot was used as well. By the gingerly way they were walking, Id say their feet were killing them. Hats off to those guys for enduring it though. I’ve been there a time or two and it isn’t easy.

It was a mixed audience age wise. A lot of the vendors were ‘seasoned’ as I like to put it, but the customers ran the gamut from 21 to ? Photo ID and a signed release were required by all.

Our helper and I went on a dungeon tour, while my Love ran the booth. I don’t think she noticed the needle play demonstration. She didn’t ask anything about the wet room either. I have no idea how she processed those kinks or if she was distracted and simply wasn’t aware. She has always been willing to ask questions when she had them.

I think she walked away with a different impression of the lifestyle. More than anything else, I think she was able to see the people more than the costumes or accessories. She’d been to parades and walks, but this event was a little different. She was able to interact with the customers. Many people stopped and chatted a while. If the conversation went beyond “cash or card” or “do you have…” she mainly listened. As the day progressed, the strain in her shoulders disappeared and her smile became genuine. She was definitely a huge help and I appreciate her spending her Saturday with us very much.

We were approached by several people who organize similar functions and we were invited to be vendors at those as well. I hadn’t anticipated that, but it’s welcome. A lot of people had never seen a noose before and they were intrigued. Sales were good. We had fun. What more can you ask for? I’d definitely do it again.