Subordination:Chronicles of a Domme(6)

William’s gaze immediately snapped from watching what I was doing to my eyes. Once I had his full attention, I explained, “This is called a Wrap and Double Cinch Column, my little rope virgin.”

“I would beg to differ on the ‘little’ part.”

“Aren’t we cocky?”

“Just confident.”

“With a cock like yours, you should be.”

He grinned. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Of course, I should punish you for speaking so openly with me.”

He lowered his eyes. “My apologies, Mistress.”

“I’m being far too forgiving with you. But I also like your honesty and openness. It’s rather refreshing after being old only yes and no.”

A small exhale of relief came from William. “I’m glad to hear I’m pleasing to you, Mistress. It’s nice you’re trying to get to know me.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing since he continued to be a wide-open talker. I couldn’t help wondering how his last mistresses handled his mouth. I would have preferred shoving my pussy in his face to keep him quiet, but that wasn’t my style.

After wrapping the rope four times around his wrists, I stopped. “You could make this into a Triple Column by wrapping it six times, but I think for you we’ll stop at two rings around your wrists.”

“Did you do training to be able to do this?”

Tsking at him, I said, “There you go running your mouth again.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Are you naturally curious, or are you worried about your safety?”

“No. Just why you chose to do this. It seems like a lot of effort to just tie someone up.”

“This is nothing. You should see an elbow harness. It’s two sets of knotting down the back, bringing the elbows almost together. It comes underneath the chest and down the neck as well. We won’t even talk about doing hog tying or Kadara or rope dress.”

“Sounds like it takes a lot of time.”

“But that’s part of the fun for the sub.” I stared him in the eye. “The anticipation of what’s to come.”

“I see,” he answered knowingly. “So why the interest in rope?”

“I tied my first knot before I could tie my shoelaces.” At William’s shocked look, I laughed. “No, I wasn’t some child dominatrix. I grew up on a horse and cattle farm.”

“That’s interesting. I wouldn’t have pictured you as a rural type of woman.”

“I enjoy the city, but my heart is at the farm.”

“Do you wear cowboy boots?”

Giving him a strange look, I replied, “Yes. On my off time. It’s not like you see a lot of Domme’s in shitkickers.” Cocking my brows, I asked, “Why?”

A lustful gleam burned his eyes. “I love cowboy boots on a woman.”

I jerked the rope against his skin. “Aren’t you a naughty boy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I cinched the end of the tie. “There. All done.”

William inspected my work. “With the leftover rope, it looks like a big bow.”

I grinned. “I suppose it does.” I stuck two of my fingers between the tied rope to make sure there was enough room enough to avoid cutting off circulation. When I removed my fingers, I asked, “How does it feel?”

“Good, Mistress.”

“No tingling or numbness?”

“It’s fine, Mistress. You did a good job.”

“Thank you.” I knotted an end around the leftover rope, and then raised up to put it on one of the hooks of the overhead suspension bar. “Ready?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Twisting the crank, the suspension bar rose, forcing William’s arms over his head. The position didn’t look or feel comfortable, but that was the point. “How does that feel?”

“It’s good, Mistress.”

Now that William was in place, it was time to get down to business. When it came to choosing an instrument for whipping, I seemed to be drawn to ones I was used to in real life. Like with rope, I enjoyed the familiarity of riding crops. While the leather end could deliver good stings and smacks against the flesh, you could also use the shaft like a cane for even more intense blows. I also took it one step further by using a riding bat, rather than a crop. A bat looked exactly the same as a crop except it was slightly shorter in length while the leather at the end was thicker.

While the club had several crops hanging up on the rack to choose from, I knew I wanted to use my personal bat on William. Since you were never supposed to leave someone suspended without supervision, I pressed the button for a dungeon master to come to the room.

“I’ll be right back.” When I got to the door, I called, “You just hang out while I’m gone.”

“Yes, Mistress,” William replied, his tone slightly amused.

When the dungeon master opened the door, I stepped onto into the hallway. I walked down the lighted floor to the staff locker room. Since members didn’t get past the elevators without a staff member, there was no reason to lock the door. Members had their own locker room upstairs where they could keep the items they needed to play without having to take them home.

Feeling like I was back in high school, I entered the combination on my locker. When the door popped open, I first took off the bracelet Owen had given me and deposited it into my purse. I then reached past my purse to grab the purple and white bat hanging in the back. My fingers wrapped around the braided leather handle. One of my father’s friends who worked in leather had made it for me. He had no clue what I planned to actually use it for. Considering he’d known me since I was five, he would have probably had a stroke.

When I came back into the room, I excused the dungeon master. William kept his eyes on the floor. “Did you miss me?” I couldn’t help teasing.

“Yes, Mistress, I did.”

“Are you ready to get started?”

“More than anything, Mistress.”

“Good,” I replied, as I came to stand in front of him. I studied his face—the tension in his jaw, the need burning in his eyes. “Once again, what’s your safe word?”

“Heisman.”

“Don’t hesitate to use it.”

I ran the bat slowly from his Adam’s apple down to his sternum. When I got to his chest, I used the tip to circle one of his nipples. After it hardened under the teasing touch, I smacked it. William’s nostrils flared at the sting. I moved the bat over to tease his other nipple. When he expected me to smack the nipple like I had the other, I surprised him by cracking the shaft of the bat against his abdomen. “First lesson with me, subbie. Never anticipate my next move.”

William sucked in a breath as a red line streaked his stomach. I used the bat to teasingly encircle his belly button. His abs involuntarily tightened at the contact, and his arms pulled against the rope. When his erection bucked against the bat, I flicked the head, causing William to hiss. “Down, boy,” I said.

Raising my arm back, I began to alternate hitting his chest with the bat and then the shaft. William’s jaw clenched and unclenched with each strike. The chains on the suspension bar clinked overhead as he jerked against the rope binds. He was right about liking pain because his erection swelled and grew slick with pre-cum the more I hit him. I knew if I kept it up, he was going to come—that is if I allowed him to.

With the skin on William’s stomach and back streaked with red, I stilled the bat before going over to the crank and lowering him down. Taking the end of the rope, I yanked him to me. His erection brushed against my exposed thigh, causing us both to suck in a surprised breath at the contact.

Using the end of the rope like a leash, I pulled him over to the spanking bench. Instead of being flat, the bench dipped down slightly, so there was easier access to the sub’s ass. Once William was lying down on his stomach, I wound the end of the rope around the end of the bench, not allowing his arms any slack. “How is that?”

“Fine, Mistress,” he groaned.

I walked back over to the supply cabinet. While William thought I was getting a paddle or flogger, I was about to play with him on one of his hard limits. I took a smooth, silver vibrator out of one of the drawers.

With the bat in one hand and the vibrator in the other, I went back over to William. After placing the bat at the top of the bench, I turned the vibrator on. At the buzzing of the vibrator, his body tensed, and he yanked his head back to look at me.

“Eyes on the floor!” I barked.

He quickly turned back around. For a moment, I stood there just letting the hum mess with him. Then I pressed the tip of the vibrator into the skin at the nape of his neck. The moment the toy touched him, William jumped on the bench.

“Easy there,” I cautioned.

As I started sliding the vibrator down his spine, William’s breathing quickened. When I reached the top of his ass, the muscles in his buttocks clenched as he held his breath in anticipation of what I might do. I let the vibrator’s tip skim along his crack before I bent down.

William exhaled a sigh of relief when I started at his calf and slid the vibrator up his leg. When I got to the curve of his buttock, I stopped and went to the other side. After reaching the top again, I said, “Spread your legs farther apart for me.”