Samson frowned, recalling his time with Jillian. She’d won herself a discipline session for inexcusable rudeness toward Bunny, who had been brand new to the lifestyle at the time. He wouldn’t have taken the whip in hand for her except Joseph had asked him. There was absolutely no denying she was a masochist, and she might’ve made a decent submissive if she weren’t so self-centered. He’d come away from their encounter feeling dissatisfied and hadn’t welcomed her to seek him out again. “She lied.”
Mona nodded. “I remember how it was between the two of you when you were done. I think it might’ve stung Cassie’s feelings a bit. Bunny is with them now, and I think she’d tell Cassie that Jillian lied, except she’s been silenced as part of her punishment for tonight.” Samson had to smile, knowing how hard a task that would be for Bunny. It was easy to be silent when gagged, not so much if she was simply under an edict.
“What did Joseph tell Jillian about playing with me?”
After Mona filled him in, he thanked his friends and headed toward the archway leading to the stairs to the dungeon. Sweet Cassie was probably having culture shock if she was down there, and he wouldn’t have allowed it except Joseph and her friend were with her. He wasn’t even sure if it was necessary to take her down there since he couldn’t picture himself taking her there to play.
He paused near the archway, having spotted Brandon, whom Mona had mentioned Joseph had sent Jillian off with. He’d restrained her, blindfolded and gagged, to a cross and was just putting up his whip and deciding between two canes he’d pulled from his toy bag when he looked up and spotted Samson standing nearby. Brandon grinned at him and ambled over to the perimeter of the scene area.
In a whispered tone, so he wouldn’t be overheard, Samson said, “Thanks for taking her on.”
Brandon chuckled deep in his beefy chest. “She’s a piece of work. Evidently my technique is lacking compared to yours, which is why she’s gagged.”
Samson frowned, memories returning of being similarly castigated by the last sub he’d had a relationship with a few years before. “Don’t let what she says bother you. She’s mad she didn’t get her way. You’re better with a cane than I am. Show her.”
“Yeah, she changed her tune. I’m watching her close, too, since she said she won’t use a safe word. Makes my job twice as hard and not as much fun.”
“Same with me, man. Thank you, and good luck.”
“No problem, brah,” he said with a chuckle before returning to his charge and teasing her thigh with the cane, giving an experimental pop on her already streaked buttocks.
Samson shook his head as he took the stairs. It went against his personal preferences to play with a partner who wouldn’t employ a safe word. He was well versed enough to scene with a sub who had that frame of mind because he paid careful attention to their responses and observed his own limits where dishing out pain was concerned. Brandon would be every bit as careful, even if it meant sending her on her way not completely satisfied.
His last sub had publicly complained that he hadn’t lived up to her expectations, a huge insult to any sadist, but what she had, in reality, been dissatisfied about had been his lack of interest in taking the relationship to the next level. He’d never felt sure enough about her to collar her or make a lifelong commitment. She’d been spoiled, like Jillian, and rather than showing patience and exploring the bond they did have, she threw a fit in the club and ended it right there. Being told he was inadequate had stung.
He shook his head again, clearing the negativity as he slowly descended into the sullen and shadowy environs of the dungeon, breathing deeply and exhaling to calm the nerves tumbling in his gut. The pulsing beat and deep vocals of the music were punctuated by the howls of a racked sub enduring cock and ball torture at the hands of his wickedly sadistic Mistress Cecilia. Samson waved, and she grinned, pointed down a corridor, and blew him a kiss before going back to tormenting her submissive.
He’d turned in that direction and spotted Bunny’s auburn hair when a club light flashed across it. She stood with Joseph and next to them, like a dark angel, stood the woman he loved, watching a spanking scene. Joseph leaned toward her to speak so he wouldn’t interfere with the scene.
As Samson drew near, he caught his eye, and Joseph grinned as he said, “Cassie, you’ve seen several spankings since you arrived tonight. Remember the fun, erotic spanking scene with the sub giggling as she went over her Master’s lap?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded with a smile, obviously not realizing he was there.