Already? Today? But what was the purpose of waiting? Nevis had reminded her of what she’d heard at the BDSM club. A true Master might push his sub’s boundaries a bit, but he would never do anything that the sub truly didn’t want to do. It was all about learning that pleasure comes from pain. The sub had to completely trust the Dom and only then would she experience a truly spectacular release. Andorra straightened her body and looked him in the eyes. “Yes.”
Nevis had shown Andorra inside the big main dungeon, on the lowest level, not far from the hot spring. Master Kingston took her now into one of the much smaller dungeons. It had rock walls and a stone floor and almost no furniture in it. Andorra wondered what they would do in here.
Master Kingston stood in the center of the small room and his black eyes captured her complete attention. It was almost as if he was staring all the way into her soul.
“In this room I am the Master and you are the slave. Do you understand this, Andorra?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You agree of your own freewill that I am in control in this room?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Undress. You must always be naked in my presence.”
Andorra hoped he was going to get naked as well. But she had no problem with that instruction. He was incredibly good looking. Very broad shouldered and muscular, with strong-looking arms and sturdy thighs. She truly wouldn’t mind having his body wrapped around hers tonight.
It only took her a couple of minutes to strip out of her boots, jeans and sweater for the third—or was it the fourth—time today. She waited where she stood, knowing he’d give her instructions of what he wanted her to do. Much to her delight, he undressed as well.
“Kneel at my feet. You are my slave. As well as being naked, you should remain on your knees until I tell you what to do. Now, look at my face and pay attention.”
Andorra looked up at him. She’d thought from the BDSM club, subs were supposed to keep their gaze lowered. But maybe he was telling her to look up just while he gave her some instructions.
“I’m going to bite your tits until they bleed, but you’ll only want more of me because you’ll come so fucking hard you’ll pass out with ecstasy. You’ll suck my cock again and again and again without complaining. You will fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. You’ll let them do whatever they want, and let them shoot their jism anywhere on you they want to, even in your face or your hair. Do you understand, slave?”
Master Kingston’s voice was harsh and demanding, his eyes daring her to run away or scream or cry. But they weren’t cold and he wasn’t angry. It was almost as if he were reciting a set speech, something out of a play that he’d rehearsed to sound tough. Andorra wasn’t prepared to say he wouldn’t do those things, although she suspected he wouldn’t, but he certainly wouldn’t hurt her, apart from in a pleasurable way. If he said biting her breasts would bring her to orgasm, then it would. She didn’t doubt it. So she replied, “I understand.” She understood what he was saying to her, and she understood that what he said was meant to sound very horrifying. But she wasn’t frightened away by his words.
He walked to the corner of the room and brought a straight-back wooden chair into the center of the room and sat on it. He spread his legs wide apart and said, “Let’s see if you’re any use to me. Suck my cock.”
This wouldn’t be too difficult. In the neighborhood where Andorra had grown up every girl over the age of thirteen knew how to give a blow job. She crept a little closer to him and cupped his balls with one hand while feeding his cock into her mouth with the other. She licked up and down his shaft, flattening her tongue on it and getting him nice and wet, before sucking the head of his cock into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks for extra suction.
Next she let him out a little way to scrape her teeth over his cockhead and lick around the ridge where the head joined the shaft. She sucked his balls into her mouth, one after the other, before nibbling the length of his shaft and sucking his head again. He was huge, engorged, and dripping pre-cum. She was certain she’d be able to make him explode and pass this test.
Instead, he said harshly, “Enough.”
She looked up into his face and he pulled her onto his lap, face down, and stroked her ass. “Have you been spanked before?”
“Not since I was about five years old.”
He pressed one hand firmly on her shoulders, holding her flat over his spread legs, then his other hand slammed down on her ass. Damn it hurt. He hit very hard and his hand was big, covering a lot of her ass cheek. He spanked her again and again, first one cheek, then the other, his grip on her never loosening. After a few strokes, Andorra relaxed into the rhythm and discovered the fire spreading out from her punished ass was sending heat flickering into her cunt. Her pussy began creaming at his strokes, and her nipples pebbled on his thighs. Just as she’d been told it would, the spanking was morphing into pure pleasure.