Page 7 of For Love & Torture
Walking past her, I breathe in the smell of leather that hangs in the air. “Get up, sub.”
She rises but keeps her deep brown eyes down. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” I take her by the chin to make her look at me. “We will start with the rack.” I point to the wooden device where her head and hands will soon be locked between pieces of wood. She will have to bend over to put them in there, and then I’ll lock her in so she can’t escape.
Walking over to the rack, Isabel waits for me to put her in the medieval device. I pull the top bar up, gesturing for her to position her head and hands accordingly. A small sigh comes out of her as she looks at the device and then at me. “And the safe-word is red?”
I give her one curt nod. “It is.”
Closing her eyes, she bends over and I lay the wooden bar over her head and hands, trapping them, then I click the lock shut on the end of the two pieces. “Comfy?” I joke with her.
“Not one bit,” she replies. “But I don’t think it’s supposed to be.”
“No, it’s not.” I walk around behind her and grab her ass with both hands. “And you’re very exposed to anything I want to do with this fine ass you have. I could spank you, flog you, paddle you, or simply fuck you.”
“What’s the fun in that?” she asks then laughs a bit. “Sorry, I’m not taking this very seriously, am I?”
“I think you and I can have a bit of fun with it. As long as you learn and are able to relay information about this type of thing—that is what’s important. You aren’t my actual sub.”
“Are you going to get one?” she asks, making me wonder if I will.
“There’s going to be a bevy of beauties strolling through the club, why would I settle for one-on-one with anyone?” I cock my head to the side as I look at her round ass, trying to decide what I want to do with it.
I’ve never had an ass just waiting there for me to do anything I want to it. It’s odd, really. I can literally do anything at all to her. She’s helpless to stop me. And we are in my home, not at the club where there would be people to hear her scream.
It suddenly occurs to me that she’s put herself at great risk. “I should bring this up, since it came to my mind, Isabel. You shouldn’t do this with anyone, outside the safety of the club. It’s dangerous, you know?”
Her voice is sweet, reverent, sincere, “Thank you, Master, for looking out for my well-being. It’s appreciated.”
Walking over to the table with the assortment of devices on it, I pick up the paddle. I haven’t had much practice at this sort of thing—I’m still in the learning stage myself. But so far, what I have done, does it for me. It takes away all thoughts of anything other than what I’m doing.
I walk back to her and smack her on the left butt cheek with the paddle. It makes a thudding sound and I notice she doesn’t flinch at all. “Did that hurt?”
“Not really. Hit me harder.”
I give her another smack, a bit harder, and she yelps. “That one smarted, didn’t it?”
Her light laughter peels through the air. “No. I just wanted to see if I could make you think it did.”
I walk around her to chastise her face to face. Only her face is at the same level as my cock, and I realize this position will be great for oral sex, too. “This contraption has all kinds of uses,” I murmur as I squat down to get on her level. “Isabel, no trying to make me think something affects you if it doesn’t. Okay?”
“Sure, I’m sorry. I’ll keep quiet until it actually stings. You’re being too easy with it. I think you should either do it over and over, or once really hard.” She wears a serious expression.
I have to admit, I didn’t think she’d say such a thing. It intrigues me. “I like the over and over idea. Maybe throw in a few kisses between them. Get you good and heated up. The idea is for you to find it sexually stimulating after all.”
Isabel’s lips pull into a smile. “You know, this thing just might work for some of your less handsome men. If the girl is stuck like this and never gets to see him, then she can still be stimulated even if she isn’t attracted to him.”
“And masks can be worn too,” I say as I think about the physical attraction part of the whole thing.
“Yeah, by both men and women who think that might help with things.” She chews her bottom lip a bit. “Not being attracted to a man can cause a woman not to get stimulated, and vice versa, no matter how much money is involved.”
She’s right, and I grab the small notebook and pen I’d put on the nearby table of torture devices. I jot down a few notes about that before I go back to work with the paddle.
Pulling the bottom of the leather corset up, so her ass cheeks are fully exposed, I run my hands in circles over them both. I give one a smack then do the same to the other. I do that three times each, then I run my hand over her ass again. “How does that feel?”
She’s panting a little. “Pretty damn good. I think if you keep going I’ll get into it.”
I continue with the smacking and rubbing combo, and she begins to moan. I run my hand over her leather covered pussy and find it’s warm. Prying the leather away from one side, I run my finger through her slit, finding her wet. “You do like it.”
