As
I grazed my hands over the flat wooden board marking the center of the St.
Andrew’s cross, the feel of the cool leather made my skin tingle and wonder
with anticipation. Who would be shackled
to this beautiful piece of art tonight?
“Mathis
Verlinden?”
Glancing
up, I saw a sub approaching me. The orange bracelet on her wrist indicated that
she was new. My stomach clenched at the improper way she greeted me.
I
didn’t answer her, feeling she didn’t deserve a reply when she couldn’t respect
my authority.
She
had long flaxen blonde hair and she was fully clothed in short shorts and a
tank top. Way too many clothes if you asked me.
I
walked by her, noting her confusion. I smiled to myself, reveling in the
enjoyment of messing with others.
“Mathis?”
Again
with the wrong title. That’s it. I spun on her quickly, making her jump.
Her
gray eyes went wide as she looked upon my face.
Ah
yes, she noticed my unhappiness. Good.
“How
long have you been here, sub?” I bit out between clenched teeth.
“Um…”
She bit her bottom lip, wringing her hands. She was nervous. I made her nervous.
I
bit back a smile. “Um is not an
answer. Now, how long have you been here?” I repeated the question even though
I really hated repeating myself.
“Five
weeks.” She said quietly.
“Speak
up.”
“Five
weeks.” She said louder.
“Five
weeks, what?” I waited.
She
looked at me, confusion written all over her round face. She was cute and
curvy…if you went for that sorta thing.
The
subbie didn’t answer me.
Rolling
my eyes, I grabbed onto her slender arm, digging my fingers in enough to make
her wince.
Searching
around the small room, my eyes landed on something that I haven’t used in a
very long while. Dragging her along beside me, she dug her feet into the
ground, hesitating. “Do you know who I am?”
“Um…Mathis
Ver…”
“That’s
Master Mathis to you girl.” I brought her to the bench and gently pushed her
onto it. She knelt and gripped the handles with her hands. Her skin was pale
and I ran a hand down the backs of her thighs.
“How
do you approach a Dom?” I asked her, grazing my hand over her round ass.
“I…I’m
sorry…”
I
gave her a light swat making her squeal and repeated my question in a harsher
tone. “How do you approach a Dom?”
“With
my eyes cast down and wait for you to acknowledge me.” She said quietly.
Gripping
her hair in my hand, I pulled her head back. “When I ask you a question, speak
up when you answer, you hear me?”
“Yes
Master Mathis.”
I
smiled. Her eyes were shiny with tears and I grazed my thumb over a drop that
had rolled down her cheek. I sucked the salty liquid off of my thumb and kissed
her forehead. “Now, what’s your name pet?”
I
moved around the bench and shackled her to each corner, loving the view of her
ass in the air. The bench was almost like a saw horse, except this one lowered
a bit in the front so the sub’s rear end was pointed upwards. It helped for
deeper penetration and really got the blood pumping.
“Lisa…”
“Lisa
what?” Grabbing scissors from my bag, I cut off her shorts. She gasped when the
cool air hit her naked ass.
“Lisa
Adams.”
I
smiled. “Well it’s nice to officially meet you, Lisa Adams. For this scene, I’m
going to call you flower.”
She
nodded and gripped the handles tight enough to make her knuckles white. Her
breathing sped up, leaving her lips in short gasps and her eyes were dark. She
was enjoying this.
“How
many scenes have you done flower?” Running a hand up her back, I cut off her
tank top, leaving her completely naked. Her skin was beautiful. Smooth, perfect
for a whipping. My cock jumped at that idea. Don’t get any ideas, Mathis. She isn’t yours. This was just a
lesson for her.
“I’ve
only done one.”
“What
did you think of it?” Moving behind her, I ran a finger over her pussy, juices
coating my finger. I smirked to myself. She was ready.
“I…I
was nervous but…”
“Did
you come?” I inserted a finger into her tight core and placed a hand on her
tailbone, holding her in place.
She
bit back a moan. That’s fine, I’d make her scream by the end of the scene.
“No.”
I
frowned, inserting two fingers into her. “The Dom didn’t make you come at all?”
She
shook her head. “I used my safeword before he could.” Her cheeks reddened, like
she was embarrassed of that.
“Why
did you use your safeword?”
“I…I
was…I’m not sure.” Her blue eyes locked with mine, her pupils dilating as my
fingers picked up speed.
“Are
you wanting to use your safeword now?” Removing my fingers, I ran them over her
clit and watched her face expression. Sweat coated her brow, her breathing
picked up, her lips parted and her eyes glossed over with desire. She wanted
more.
“No.”
“What
color are you?” I inserted my fingers again into her now drenched core and
rubbed the ribbing inside of her marking her g-spot.
She
gasped but no other sounds came out. “Green.”
Well
at least she knew the meaning of the colors. “Flower, you can fight the sounds
all you want but by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be screaming so loud,
your throat will be raw.”
The
sub’s eyes dilated but she didn’t say anything.
Good.
I loved a challenge.
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23/06/2013 - Installment #2 -
23/06/2013 - Installment #2 -
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