Page 100 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

His hums of pleasure as he removed each article of clothing were strangely impersonal, as if I was only a doll who he could treat any way he wanted. The soft way he touched me and moved me showed care and I found myself more turned on than I’d been in a long time. By the time I was naked, my nipples were hard, and my body ached for a more intimate touch.

Master Derrick lifted the collar off the bed with almost a revenant look on his face. The white leather was unlike anything I’d ever worn. Several inches wide and so stiff it would restrict my movement completely. It had silver buckles on either side so he could adjust the fit and silver rings on front and back that I had no doubt he would be attaching the chains of the other devices on the bed to.

He tapped my chin, and I lifted my head. The feel of the collar as it wrapped around my neck was strange. Both soft and stiff, it didn’t exactly restrict my breathing, but it did make me aware of everything. It was like by forcing my head to stay perfectly still, I became more aware of what I could see and feel.

He dropped a pillow on the ground in front of me and took my hand, gesturing for me to kneel. I’d never realized how much I used my sight when kneeling till I couldn’t. When I finally settled onto the plush velvet, I felt a strange pride come over me. Master Derrick stroked my cheek.

“Such a pretty Pet. I knew you would look beautiful like this.”

Tears pooled in my eyes as his words fed my soul. How did he know so much about my hidden desires? The questionnaire I’d filled out for Valhalla hadn’t contained my secret. Maybe it was silly to hide a kink when applying for a BDSM club, but my need for praise embarrassed me. It was selfish to want to be recognized for every little thing I did right.

Master Derrick had either figured it out or he was naturally perfect at making me feel special. His kind words soaked into me like rain on the sand of the desert. I was painfully aroused, and he’d barely done more than talk to me. Truthfully, not even vibrating toys would have excited me more.

Ownership. The word still echoed in my mind. I’d wanted to fall to my knees and beg for him to claim me. Had this man been pulled directly from my fantasies? I’d always believed twenty-four seven relationships were only for the softer kinks. But the way he spoke made me hopeful. Was it foolish to think someone would be willing or able to take that level of control and still be interested in their partner’s wellbeing?

Was it a fantasy to believe someone could live like that? I wanted the simple life the old TV shows had pretended was reality. To have clearly defined roles where I would care for the home and my partner and he would handle the complications of the world and set strict rules I would have to follow. Guiding, cherishing and, yes, punishing me when necessary.

“The first lesson you need to be reminded of, Pet, is that actions have consequences. Table position.” His voice broke me out of my daydreams. He’d been moving around the room and I hadn’t noticed. Not wanting to disappoint him, I placed my hands on the ground and leaned forward.

The collar made it difficult to be graceful as I maneuvered, trying to keep my back straight. With my knees parted and my breasts swaying below me, I was exposed and so turned on. From this position, every part of me was available to his touch.

“Good girl. That’s perfect.” Cool liquid flowed down my ass and I bit the inside of my cheek as he spread the lube over my sensitive entrance. “I know you aren’t the type of woman who likes lashing out at others to be cruel. But you allowed that woman to goad you into acting unkindly and now you have to pay the price.”

It gave me a weird sense of joy that Master Derrick didn’t even say Madison’s name. He was right. Though at the time, it had felt good to stand up for myself and Mel. One of the reasons she was my best friend was because I admired her fearless nature. She effortlessly pushed me outside my comfort zones while still respecting me. In a twisted way, I would never regret what I had said because it had led to some of my most secret dreams becoming a reality. But that was my secret.

“Yes, Sir.”

His fingers breached my ass, and I tried to bite back my moan. The sharp slap against my ass surprised me.

“None of that. Pets don’t hide their feelings from their owners. I want to hear every sound.”

Pleasure shot through me at the word ‘owner’ and I whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”

His fingers started their work again, and I whimpered. He was relentless, quickly adding a second finger, and the sting morphed into a burn. I moaned as the pain slipped into pleasure. I pushed back against his hand and he chuckled before pulling out of me.

“Have you ever been in predicament bondage, Nyra?”

What was he referring to? I’d been in bondage plenty of times, but none of my experiences seemed to fit the word predicament.

“I don’t think so, Sir.”

“I find it a fascinating learning experience. It forces the submissive to choose what type of pain they wish to experience. In your case, Pet, we are going to use an anal hook and nipple clamps.”

He reached under me and the cool metal of chains slid over my breasts. It was hard not being able to see what he was doing. I’d never thought I would enjoy being treated as if I were a doll, but the moisture between my legs made it very clear I did. I moaned as the nipple clamps bit into my flesh.

Pleasure and pain were such a fine line and I honestly couldn’t say where I was on the scale as he pulled the chain forward and attached them to the collar. I hissed as he shortened the length, causing my nipples to sway and pull.

Cold metal pressed against my asshole and I tried to relax. Ass play wasn’t one of my limits, but I always struggled with it. Even though I knew it was silly, it always seemed almost forbidden. The metal bulb pushed past my entrance and I was uncomfortably full.

“So lovely.” Master Derrick ran his hand down my back, and I shivered under his touch. It was hard to picture what he was doing, but I felt a chain slide up my back and then the anal hook pulled tight. “Arch your back for me, Pet.”

I tried to obey, but the posture collar made it difficult. The motion pulled the hook in my ass almost painfully tight but eased the pressure on my nipples. It was a confusing mess of sensations and I wasn’t sure if I should moan in relief or groan in pain.

“Now look up at me.” His voice held a growl excited me.

I tried to tilt my chin up, but the motion forced my back to go concave and the nipple clamps pulled painfully. Never before had someone made me punish myself, and that was what it felt like. When a Dom spanked or flogged me, it was simple. Something to be endured or enjoyed. Derrick was making me hurt myself for his pleasure, and it was amazing.

The gentle look on his face had tears gathering in my eyes. He cupped my chin and slowly forced me up into a kneeling position. Once I was settled, I tried to keep my back straight so I wasn’t pulling on either the clamps or the hook. Master Derrick circled me slowly, and my arousal grew.

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