She was proud of being an experienced sub. She’d had a Master in the past, loved impact play, was comfortable with bondage. They discussed different scenes. She had not played in quite some time and was clearly eager for a session. He planned one for after hours at her workplace- a familiar environment for her, she was the manager, there were no cameras and they had complete privacy. It was also incredibly edgy. She had never scened in her workplace before. He was already getting into her head.
He arrived early, scoping out the back room and it’s possibilities. She finished end of day, locked everything up and bounced her way over to him.
He stood there looking at her. She had a big grin on her face. He looked at her until it slowly faded and she lowered her eyes. Bit her lip.
“Good,” he said. “I’m in control now. Never forget that. Now go get changed.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, quickly. In a trice she was back in the outfit they had discussed. Black bra, sheer skirt, no panties. He barely looked at her as he tied her hands with the rope.
“You will be a good girl for me tonight,” he stated. “You will only speak if I ask you a question.”
She nodded. He smiled inwardly. She’s been trained well, he thought. Just needed a few reminders.
He pulled the rope taut so her hands were pinned above her hand. Slowly he placed the blindfold, walking around her, inspecting her.
“Stand up straight, feet together,” he ordered quietly. She readjusted. He continued to walk around her then went to the far side of the room to rummage with equipment he had brought. All of it they had discussed- a flogger, cane, wooden spoon. He made extra noise on purpose to increase her nerves.
Then he sat down. Watched her. Waited. After a time she grew fidgety.
“Settle,” he said, in a deep voice. She immediately stilled. A few more moments and he got up, walking slowly toward her. He passed the equipment and fussed with it again, watching her face. It was tight with anticipation.
He stood inches from her, silent and observant. Her breath hitched, obviously expecting a strike from the cane. Then he grazed her on the flank with what was in his hand. Her head fell back with the ecstasy of being touched, then confusion crossed her face.
“Are you disappointed?” he asked. “No, Sir,” she replied.
“Do you know what is in my hand?” “No, Sir, I can’t place it.”
“It’s a length of leather, similar to what the flogger has. This has a little more weight to it, though. If I do this..”-he trailed it gently over her arm, watching goosepimples rise- “then you feel that way. If I do this…”-he stepped back and snapped it quickly against her skin, the tip of it grazing her thigh. A small red mark appeared. She moaned.
“Do you like that?” he demanded. “Yes, Sir, so much,” she said, trembling.
“Has anyone played with you like this before?” “Nnnooo, Sir, definitely not.”
He stepped forward close to her ear.
“I warned you I’m a different kind of Dom,” he said. “Tell me your word.” She told him.
“Are you ready?” “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Let’s begin.”
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