began, to break the ice and get a chuckle. “You might be wondering where Mistress Lauren went, and who this woman in a collar is. Well. As many of you know, Marc is an incredible Dom, one whom I’ve admired for years. When he won a bet, he won me as his personal submissive for a week.”
The crowd gasped.
“I do not back down from bets. But that’s not the only reason I’m here. I think any good Domme can benefit from learning the other side of the coin, and learning just how important submission can be in a working D/s relationship. I’ve always held the whip, but I’m honored tonight to receive my first flogging ever from a Master, my best friend and a Dom I trust with my life.”
She smiled at Marc, feeling pumped up now, ready for him to take over.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, and she nodded.
This time, she wasn’t pretending. Not one bit.
He carefully positioned her on the cross, with her corseted breasts pressed against the worn wood. In silence, he took first one of her wrists, and then the other, and used the thick leather straps attached to each length of the top of the X to bind her with her arms up high, spread out.
She felt his breath, warm on her bare leg, as he kneeled and gently removed her stilettos so she’d feel more grounded. At least, that’s why she assumed he did it. It worked. Spreading her legs wide for him, he slowly took each ankle and latched it to the bottom of the X-shaped cross.
Splayed wide, with her back to the club, she felt incredibly vulnerable, and yet safe in Marc’s hands. Every word she’d said was true. She trusted him completely, and he was the best person—the only person—to be the one to flog her for the first time.
His hands rubbed her shoulders, loosening her muscles, giving her a physical reminder to relax, to let the bondage hold her and to submit to his dominance. She breathed in and out deeply, focusing her energy on his hands as he unlaced her corset, eliciting a murmur from the club. They’d never seen her in any state of undress before.
Even though she was a curvy woman, she felt comfortable in her skin, especially with Marc’s appreciative gaze on her.
“You are gorgeous, Lauren,” he whispered in her ear as the corset opened, revealing her back completely. “I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life, and cherish it as much as I cherish you.”
“Me too, sir.”
The anticipation fluttered in her stomach. When would he start?
He showed her the long flogger, with many thin strands of suede. “How are we?”
“Green, sir.”
He ran the flogger luxuriously over her skin, pure pleasure with zero pain. It almost tickled, the light touch of the strands of suede as they made their way across her back.
“I’m starting out lightly,” he said.
This is happening . And even though he hadn’t even hit her yet, she found herself wet with desire. But was it Marc she desired, or her first flogging experience as a sub?
It doesn’t matter , she thought, and then the first strike of the flogger landed on her back. She gasped, more from surprise than anything else.
From her years of experience as the one who held the flogger, she knew he was pulling back at the last moment so that only the surface of her skin would be lightly stung, instead of the deep, more muscular blows she knew the flogger was capable of.
He hit her again, covering her entire upper back with light, stinging licks that woke up her nerve endings and had her squirming with arousal. A rush of delicious adrenaline and endorphins flowed through her and she moaned, needing more.
“How are you, baby?” he asked.
“Wonderful,” she said. “Thank you, sir.”
“I’m going to go harder now, you can make noise if you want to, but I’ll need you to say yellow if you need a break.”
“Yes, sir.”
Even though she was trying her best to only think like a sub, the Domme in her knew that while he was reminding her of her responsibility to let him know
The crowd gasped.
“I do not back down from bets. But that’s not the only reason I’m here. I think any good Domme can benefit from learning the other side of the coin, and learning just how important submission can be in a working D/s relationship. I’ve always held the whip, but I’m honored tonight to receive my first flogging ever from a Master, my best friend and a Dom I trust with my life.”
She smiled at Marc, feeling pumped up now, ready for him to take over.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, and she nodded.
This time, she wasn’t pretending. Not one bit.
He carefully positioned her on the cross, with her corseted breasts pressed against the worn wood. In silence, he took first one of her wrists, and then the other, and used the thick leather straps attached to each length of the top of the X to bind her with her arms up high, spread out.
She felt his breath, warm on her bare leg, as he kneeled and gently removed her stilettos so she’d feel more grounded. At least, that’s why she assumed he did it. It worked. Spreading her legs wide for him, he slowly took each ankle and latched it to the bottom of the X-shaped cross.
Splayed wide, with her back to the club, she felt incredibly vulnerable, and yet safe in Marc’s hands. Every word she’d said was true. She trusted him completely, and he was the best person—the only person—to be the one to flog her for the first time.
His hands rubbed her shoulders, loosening her muscles, giving her a physical reminder to relax, to let the bondage hold her and to submit to his dominance. She breathed in and out deeply, focusing her energy on his hands as he unlaced her corset, eliciting a murmur from the club. They’d never seen her in any state of undress before.
Even though she was a curvy woman, she felt comfortable in her skin, especially with Marc’s appreciative gaze on her.
“You are gorgeous, Lauren,” he whispered in her ear as the corset opened, revealing her back completely. “I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life, and cherish it as much as I cherish you.”
“Me too, sir.”
The anticipation fluttered in her stomach. When would he start?
He showed her the long flogger, with many thin strands of suede. “How are we?”
“Green, sir.”
He ran the flogger luxuriously over her skin, pure pleasure with zero pain. It almost tickled, the light touch of the strands of suede as they made their way across her back.
“I’m starting out lightly,” he said.
This is happening . And even though he hadn’t even hit her yet, she found herself wet with desire. But was it Marc she desired, or her first flogging experience as a sub?
It doesn’t matter , she thought, and then the first strike of the flogger landed on her back. She gasped, more from surprise than anything else.
From her years of experience as the one who held the flogger, she knew he was pulling back at the last moment so that only the surface of her skin would be lightly stung, instead of the deep, more muscular blows she knew the flogger was capable of.
He hit her again, covering her entire upper back with light, stinging licks that woke up her nerve endings and had her squirming with arousal. A rush of delicious adrenaline and endorphins flowed through her and she moaned, needing more.
“How are you, baby?” he asked.
“Wonderful,” she said. “Thank you, sir.”
“I’m going to go harder now, you can make noise if you want to, but I’ll need you to say yellow if you need a break.”
“Yes, sir.”
Even though she was trying her best to only think like a sub, the Domme in her knew that while he was reminding her of her responsibility to let him know
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