Page 1 of Leviticus
CHAPTER1
LEVITICUS
“Count for me, pet.” My voice was firm and unyielding as I commanded the woman sprawled out on the spanking bench before me.
“One.” There was no hesitancy in her voice. Having participated in as many scenes together as we had, it wasn’t surprising to hear her confidence.
“Louder,” I urged, putting a little more force behind the swings of the elk hide flogger in my hand, smirking at the way the thick falls snapped sharply against her flesh. The scene between myself and “pet” had been going on for over an hour. I knew the scene needed to wrap up soon, if we were going to keep to the negotiated time limits — and I always kept to negotiations. That didn’t mean I didn’t feel the sharp pang of reality hitting me square in the gut. I glanced at the bold red lights of the clock once more, willing to start counting backwards; willing to allow us more time.
Pet — known as Lorraine in any situation outside of this negotiated scene — had been a regular play partner of mine for the last several months, and I was sad to see it end. I was sad to see a lot of things end next week. This wasn’t the time for me to think about what was to come. Like a light switch, I turned off the thoughts, pushing them from my mind as I refocused on the scene before me and the beautiful submissive who needed both my focus and my care at this moment.
“A little louder,” I encouraged again as she spoke the numbers out loud with every swing of my flogger. I purposely slowed my strikes down, pulling every ounce of sensation I could from them. I committed every swing to memory. The way my muscles flexed and released, the way the air hissed as the falls swung through the air, the way her body tensed for just a second on impact and then relaxed into delicious pliability in the moments after.
“Seventeen.”
Swish, thud.
“Eighteen.”
Swish, thwack.
“Nineteen.”
Her counting grew more confident, and yet her voice belied that firm control by telling a story of complete contentedness. It was exactly what I wanted from my submissives. Contented release following heated torture. The scene had been perfection. But as the clock continued to mark the quickly passing seconds, I knew I couldn’t draw it out any longer.
“Beautiful, pet,” I praised, letting the leather tips of the flogger hit just a little harder on these last strikes. Her counting grew into the upper twenties as I put more force behind each hit.
Her skin flushed red with the heat of the repeated blows until finally her voice rang out, screaming, “THIRTY!”
I dropped the flogger to the floor, running my hands over the hot redness of her ass, checking her over before letting my nails scratch lightly over the tender flesh. I chuckled almost evilly when her back arched and she hissed in a breath.
“Fuck me,” she breathed out, her toes curling at the intense sensation. I followed the heated marks criss-crossing over her ass and down her thighs until my fingers found their way to her heated core.
“Oh I think you’d like that very much, pet; however, you know the rules,” I chastised with a chuckle. “Do you think my fingers will suffice?” I teased, the tips of my fingers brushing lightly over her swollen and dripping labia.
She nodded emphatically which made me laugh, and I slipped my fingers into her folds, finding her clit and showing it the attention it had waited so patiently to receive. One finger slipped into her warm channel and instantly let me know just how ready she was to orgasm.
“Please,” she almost cried with need.
“You may cum, pet.” She’d been so good this entire scene, and it was our last scene together. She deserved it. Her orgasm ripped through her like a freight train, her back arching and her toes curling as her warm wetness spilled over my fingers and onto the floor below her.
Her cries of ecstasy rang throughout the room and I cherished every one of them, committing them to memory as well. I was going to miss this. This feeling of having a submissive, willing and subservient beneath my fingertips. Her beautiful body bound with vibrant red ropes to the hard points on the bench. I was going to miss having a woman on her knees before me, handing me her power willingly and eagerly, trusting me to guide her through the scene ahead of us. I would miss it all.
All because of the next step in life I had to take.
I cleared my mind once more, focusing on these tender moments at the end of a scene. The moments where I gently cleaned her up. Where I carefully removed every restraint and rope, where I held her in my arms as we both came down until I finally handed that power back over to her with every ounce of gratitude and adoration I could. I did feel those things.
Lorraine was not someone I loved. She and I had met through her full-time Dominant, Henry. He and I had taken a few classes here at the Dungeon together. After my previous sub had moved away from the area, I had turned to Henry with my frustration in finding a new submissive. The whole process could be frustrating and I had not been in the headspace to really date at the time. That was when he decided to talk to his own submissive. After many negotiations, Henry and Lorraine had offered to have a scene together, the three of us. Now, there was nothing sexual about that scene; Henry and I simply topped her together, tying her up and delivering swats and paddles across her skin until she was a happy, submissive puddle of goo.
Lorraine and I had chemistry, and Henry had allowed the two of us to carry on scenes together, one on one, with a few rules added. Obviously, we were not allowed to have sex, and any sexual play of any nature would be given to Lorraine. That’s a fancy way to say that she got to have hers, while I did not. Honestly, it worked well for us. I had partners here and there that I could sleep with, but when it came to that submission I craved, I didn’t need sex. That wasn’t what it was about for me.
I held Lorraine close to me, kissing the top of her forehead as Henry poked his head in the doorway. He gave me a questioning look, and I nodded, letting him know we were finished and he could come in.
“How is my sweet one?” he asked quietly, drawing Lorraine’s attention and making her look up towards him. I didn’t need to see her face to know that her lips had split into a wide grin at his appearance.
“She was utter perfection, as always,” I praised, smiling as well. I shifted Lorraine until she was sitting in front of me. Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her forehead and whispered, “You were incredible. Our time together has been lovely and everything I ever hoped it could be. Thank you for the gift of your submission.”
“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered back, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me close. I let her hold the embrace for a moment longer than normal, and then pulled away.
