please.” He looked at Risa . “ I have passed along your desires to Master J and I assure you he can more than satisfy them. Beyond that, Risa, you can trust him completely. ”
Her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could speak. Every nerve i n her body vibrated and her pulse throbbed in her womb.
“Thank you , Ruelas . ” She lowered her eyes. “And thank you, Master J.”
“The room is prepared for you,” the owner told the Dom. “Everything is as you requested.”
“Good. Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.”
Okay, so no small talk or let’s get acquainted.
Well, this was what she’d asked for, right? A complete Dom who would take her well into the next level of BDSM play. Someone who could satisfy the very dark desires that claimed her dreams and left her shaken when she awoke , more often than not , with her hand still on her clit. At first she’d been embarrassed to admit to herself that pain was a great aphrodisiac. But when she squeezed her nipples or her hard clit, cream gushed from her and her pussy flexed with spasms.
She’d tried to figure out a way to s p ank herself but the position was too awkward to do her any good , so she had to be contented with reading about it. Caning particularly appealed to her. The book she ’d ordered online came with explicit photographs of women after they’d been caned and she ached for her ass to burn like theirs. To have hot stripes that made it difficult for her to sit anywhere . Whatever surface she chose would press against the residual soreness so the sweet pain was still with her wherever she went .
She’d s p ent weeks agonizing over the decision and then decided to apply for membership at Club Fantasy — a new environment for her and one that had by far the best reputation in the area as far as clientele went. She certainly hoped so, since the membership fee was steep.
But in the places where she’d belonged before , there was no one with who m she could see moving to another level . N o one who had impressed her enough with his skills. Plus , with a new level of play , she wanted a new environment. Someplace where her old self wasn’t present and where she could explore new horizons freely without previous Doms offering to help her. There weren’t any she’d played with who connected with her enough to earn new experiences.
“Girl . ” Master J’s deep voice was like a hot caress.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Follow me. Our evening is about to begin.”
The room he led her into looked much the same as others she’d been in , only more elaborate and luxurious. As Master J locked the door and adjusted the lighting , she took t h e opportunity to glance around.
The floor was covered with a thick carpet except for one large square that was polished hardwood. Risa expected that was for subs who needed to be punished in a kneeling position. No soft cushioning for them. The room also contained a padded spanking bench, manacles hanging from the ceiling with matching cuffs at floor level, a St. Andrews Cross, a cupboard pen to display a number of toys and instruments, and something she had only seen pictures of—an old-fashioned pillory.
The punishment equipment of years gone by.
The original ones had places for the head and hands to rest and hinged boards to keep them in place. The ones she’d read about, like this one , also had a place for a woman’s breasts to be contained. A fresh spa t e of cream soaked her thong as she im agined the things that could be done to a woman held helpless in the apparatus.
Risa stood waiting for instructions while Master J slowly walked around her . She could sense the impact of his gaze o n her as he studied her from every angle.
“Before we begin , Ruelas gave me the specifics of your request,” he told her. “Look at me, Risa . ” H is voice was softer now.
She raised her eyes, questioning. “Yes, Master J?”
“Ruelas takes his requests very seriously. He wants to make sure that
Her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could speak. Every nerve i n her body vibrated and her pulse throbbed in her womb.
“Thank you , Ruelas . ” She lowered her eyes. “And thank you, Master J.”
“The room is prepared for you,” the owner told the Dom. “Everything is as you requested.”
“Good. Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.”
Okay, so no small talk or let’s get acquainted.
Well, this was what she’d asked for, right? A complete Dom who would take her well into the next level of BDSM play. Someone who could satisfy the very dark desires that claimed her dreams and left her shaken when she awoke , more often than not , with her hand still on her clit. At first she’d been embarrassed to admit to herself that pain was a great aphrodisiac. But when she squeezed her nipples or her hard clit, cream gushed from her and her pussy flexed with spasms.
She’d tried to figure out a way to s p ank herself but the position was too awkward to do her any good , so she had to be contented with reading about it. Caning particularly appealed to her. The book she ’d ordered online came with explicit photographs of women after they’d been caned and she ached for her ass to burn like theirs. To have hot stripes that made it difficult for her to sit anywhere . Whatever surface she chose would press against the residual soreness so the sweet pain was still with her wherever she went .
She’d s p ent weeks agonizing over the decision and then decided to apply for membership at Club Fantasy — a new environment for her and one that had by far the best reputation in the area as far as clientele went. She certainly hoped so, since the membership fee was steep.
But in the places where she’d belonged before , there was no one with who m she could see moving to another level . N o one who had impressed her enough with his skills. Plus , with a new level of play , she wanted a new environment. Someplace where her old self wasn’t present and where she could explore new horizons freely without previous Doms offering to help her. There weren’t any she’d played with who connected with her enough to earn new experiences.
“Girl . ” Master J’s deep voice was like a hot caress.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Follow me. Our evening is about to begin.”
The room he led her into looked much the same as others she’d been in , only more elaborate and luxurious. As Master J locked the door and adjusted the lighting , she took t h e opportunity to glance around.
The floor was covered with a thick carpet except for one large square that was polished hardwood. Risa expected that was for subs who needed to be punished in a kneeling position. No soft cushioning for them. The room also contained a padded spanking bench, manacles hanging from the ceiling with matching cuffs at floor level, a St. Andrews Cross, a cupboard pen to display a number of toys and instruments, and something she had only seen pictures of—an old-fashioned pillory.
The punishment equipment of years gone by.
The original ones had places for the head and hands to rest and hinged boards to keep them in place. The ones she’d read about, like this one , also had a place for a woman’s breasts to be contained. A fresh spa t e of cream soaked her thong as she im agined the things that could be done to a woman held helpless in the apparatus.
Risa stood waiting for instructions while Master J slowly walked around her . She could sense the impact of his gaze o n her as he studied her from every angle.
“Before we begin , Ruelas gave me the specifics of your request,” he told her. “Look at me, Risa . ” H is voice was softer now.
She raised her eyes, questioning. “Yes, Master J?”
“Ruelas takes his requests very seriously. He wants to make sure that
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