Page 9 of For Love & Torture
Isabel juts out her chin. “Yeah, I want to see what I can handle. I was knocked around by my stepfather when I was a kid and I always wondered if I could ever toughen up. I feel like I can, here with you.”
The flogger has many small leather straps that are tied into balls at the end of each one. I hit the top of her thigh with it first, and she frowns. “Did that hurt?”
“It’s kind of like a thud. I didn’t expect that.” Then her eyes light up. “Oh, but I bet it’ll feel phenomenal on my cunt, Grant. Try it out!”
I try out a figure eight motion that I’ve seen on a training video, aiming for her pussy. The fronds hit her on the outside of the leather that covers her. At first, nothing seems to be happening, then she closes her eyes and moans, “Oh, yeah!”
I keep it up, watching as her face starts to flush and her breathing gets heavier. Suddenly she comes, which surprises me, but I don’t stop until she’s writhing. Finally I put the flogger down and push the leather to one side to see if there’s any type of damage to her flesh. She’s swollen, but only with arousal. Cum leaks out of her cunt, and I lap it up with a hunger the likes of which I’ve never known.
Isabel and I might just set a world record with how much fucking we’re going to be doing. My cock is already filling again, and I can’t wait to slam it into her as she hangs from the wall.
Yanking my pants down again, I grab her by the braid, pulling her head back and kissing her as I plant my cock in her again. It’s amazing, fucking her convulsing cunt as the wall holds her still for me.
There are so many ways to get off in this room. If I’m finding as much pleasure as I am, our clients will too.
The Dungeon of Decorum will be successful. There isn’t a doubt in my mind about that.
In the club, our members can pick a woman who’s there for fun. Women we’ll pay to entertain our members. Or they can try to win one in an auction and keep her for a while. Whatever it is they desire, they’ll get.
We are all already rich, but we’re about to get even richer and so are a lot of women. All they have to do is let us use their bodies. They’ll get money and pleasure out of it.
My thoughts fly out of my head as I come again, and I stop kissing Isabel to ask, “Are you enjoying this as much as I am? And please, I need you to be truthful. If you aren’t enjoying this, just tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings. I just need to know if women will like this too.”
Her cheeks are red and sweat is rolling off her face as she struggles to catch her breath. “Fuck yes, Grant! I’ve never felt so alive! Women will flock to do this.”
One last hard thrust and a smile, and our first session is at an end. “Now to the care part of this whole thing. I think you’ll like this part too. This is where I massage you all over, and we talk about anything that you didn’t like and how you felt about things overall.”
“I get to talk too?” She looks wide-eyed at me.
Taking her out of the shackles, I nod. “Yes, that’s an important part of this thing. Communication is a huge part of it all. And so is the after-care, making sure the sub’s body isn’t overly damaged. She’s her master’s prized possession. Just like men do with their sports cars—after giving them a nice little run, they clean them all up. Then they check every part of it out to make sure everything is okay, and nothing broke during the drive. Get it?”
She nods as I unbuckle the last shackle on her ankle. I pick her up in my arms and she wraps her arms around my neck, laying her head on my chest. “I think I do get it. This is nice, Grant.”
Taking her to the soft bed to lay her down, I take the corset off her. “How about a sponge bath?” I run the sponge over her body as she moans with how good it feels. “Just like a horse who’s run a race, if you want it to stay in prime condition, you take care of it.”
I turn her over to clean her backside. “A woman could really fall in love with a man who takes care of her like this,” she sighs.
And then she’s gone and shown me the one drawback to all this.
Love!
