Random Photo from BlueSky. I can only get NightCafe to do so much, ya know.

She knew it was foolish before her lips even parted to speak.  Lila knew her master would take it out on her ass as he always did.  The beauty of it was that they both enjoyed it.  He would make her admit it even as it made a part of her cringe inside to affirm the pleasure of receiving pain from him.  Why?  She didn’t really know.  They both knew what and who she was: a masochistic, sub/slave who often would beg to be hurt more.  Master seemed better than any other dominant in getting this out of her.

“It’s silly,” she told him.

Jon paused and gave her a look she knew was her one and only warning.  “Oh?” He smiled.

Lila knew a shark’s smile when she saw it.  He sensed blood in the water.

In for a penny, in for a pounding, Lila thought as she flashed him her impish grin.  “Yes, I can’t believe such a small thing could be so hideously punishing.”

They’d been sharing a late breakfast.  She’d cooked him his fried eggs, which he loved, and bacon, the real kind.  Lila was doing her usual yogurt and fruit.  The discussion had been on childhood punishments.  Jon had just told her about the one he’d hated the most: a whipping with a simple fly-swatter.  

“It’s just a small square of rubber.  You use all manner of leather and rubber straps twice that size and more. I squeal and sob, but not like you were describing.” She tried to support her assertion.

Jon just nodded and pulled out his phone.  Lila shut up quickly.  She’d ask what he was doing, but she knew better.  He’d tell her if he wished it.  Instead, she cleared their dishes to rinse and put them in the dishwasher later.  It was time for her usual digestif.

She moved to stand before him and divested herself of the tiny t-shirt she’d been wearing so as not to get grease burns where Master didn’t want them to be.  Naked, smiling, and at peace, she knelt before him as he still fiddled with his phone.  Sometimes he would just part his knees for her, but other times he wanted her to beg for it.  She knew what to do since she’d been a bit naughty already.

“Master, please, please may I worship your cock this morning?” She begged with her head bowed but eyes up to his.

Looking up from his phone, he smiled.  “Good girl.  Yes, you may.”

Lila shivered.  The first “Good Girl” of the day was also so lovely.  Her headspace spun around and settled into the submissive mode she enjoyed.  She pulled down and off his boxers, then parted his knees with a comfortable practice of ease.  God, if her mouth wasn’t already salivating for his cock.  She loved him in her mouth.  

The reasons were diverse.  It pleased him as it pleased her to enjoy his girth and rigidity.  It also gave her a sense of a little power over him for a few seconds of time.  Use of her teeth, lips, and tongue were her instruments to play her best concerto on him.  She could slightly alter the rhythms, the accents, the pauses, and the crescendo.  Unlike some Doms, Jon liked her to enjoy her work.  For his consideration of her, he assured her best performance every time.

Lila was deep into him, and he into her, when she finally felt his hand clench into her hair painfully as he held her in place to confirm who was master and who was slave.  She was property, his toy.  He was the one who decided when, where, and if.  Her whimpers were fuel to his heat.  She knew it.  He’d told her.  She’d never wanted or needed to fake it.  She was his sweet piece.

Lila changed her noises into a begging, a pleading for him to grace her with his nectar.  If he denied her, she’d be devastated.  He let go just enough for her to get some air, and she knew why.

“Please….” She begged with a full sob in her tone.  No self-respecting woman would beg like this, only a truly nasty slut would.  She was that slut for him now and always.

“Again.” He told her calmly.

Nodding her head, she let the tears fall now.  “Please…please, my master…fulfill me?”

His answer was to pull her back in and start to fuck her mouth as she continued to suck and slurp.

Jon came into her mouth and down her throat.  She shuddered and whimpered in ecstasy now.  Her eyes flew up to his to see the pleasure, the pride, and the smugness of him watching her take him, take it, and take her place below him.

Soon, she was slurping, kissing, and licking him clean.  Gentle kisses up and down his shaft as she whispered thanks over and over again for his gift to her.

“I’ve ordered an exact replica of the fly swatter I had in mind.” He told her as he stroked her hair.

She had almost forgotten about it.  “When will it be here, Master?”

“In time for our dinner party tonight.” He grinned.

Lila swallowed.  “I see.”

“Yes, I know you do.” He waited as she gently put him back together.

Lila knew she was going to be at least part of the after-dinner entertainment. This meant Master was very sure what her reaction was going to be, and she trembled slightly as she stood back up at his motion to go get dressed for her online work.  

It was more than a little ironic that in her job, Lila was actually a Team Leader and regularly kicked-ass through online meetings and pithy emails.  Her male coworkers were slightly afraid of her.  She knew it since one of them had confessed it to her at the same time as he’d asked if she was into being a dominatrix at all.  She’d been kind and hadn’t laughed at him, but told him she wasn’t into that.  

Lila then quietly emailed HR a copy of the emails.  She ensured they knew she wasn’t requesting any action or his removal, but wanted a file started in case this happened again.  She resisted the temptation to CC it to his wife.  It wasn’t her place to be his judge.  The thing was that Lila was a woman of personal power.  She knew it, and she knew Master knew it, too.  

“Makes your submission all the sweeter.” He’d always tell her.  She knew it was true.  As a fellow slave girl had once put it, men like her master enjoyed letting the woman feel secure and powerful once more only to get the extra thrill of tearing them down from that throne to their proper place: at their feet.

As usual, Master would text her from wherever he was going around town.  He did not need to work and enjoyed this fact.  His favorite lunch place with or without her was Twin Peaks.  The girls there knew him by name and personality.  Lila had seen them vie for his attention.  Somehow he kept track of all their boyfriends, girlfriends, drama, and life so he could speak to them like people and not just great boobs and ass.  

“Seduce the mind.” It was an old motto of his that was so true, and he was pretty good at it.  Lila knew he’d even made a few women rethink not wanting to submit to someone after some time in his company.  Master was poly, so he enjoyed what he wished, when he wanted, and only let her know if it would impact her life somehow, like a threesome or a new member of their dynamic.  He would ask her input after meeting the candidate two or three times.  Jon always listened to Lila and usually went with her recommendation or disapproval. 

He’d had a few play partners with her, but no one that they’d both really wanted to add to the dynamic.  He seemed content enough to have her as a “home base,” which also worked for her.  Master had sincerely expressed his love and being in love with Lila.  She was also hopelessly in love with him, but knew not to push things or expect exclusivity. He’d even hinted that should she wish to explore with another dominant, then he’d listen to her request.  It hadn’t come up since she’d never met anyone like him.

As time for the dinner party approached, she heard him get home and go to his bedroom to get ready. She slept there and lived there, but it was his room and not theirs. There was an ancient reason it was called the Master Bedroom. Someone just left off the possessive “s” a few centuries ago.

Master always had these catered, so she didn’t have to work and do the hostess thing other than as guests arrived.  She’d be expected to play the dutiful and sexy mistress of his house, of course.  The time came, and she went upstairs to find him reading his laptop.  His eyes traced her movements.

Since he was there, she undressed in front of him using the moves and shimmies she’d learned he liked.  Master said nothing, but she could feel his eyes like soft fingers over her body as she displayed for him.  It always made her so hot and wet to do this for him.  He’d told her it had a similar effect on him, but he didn’t show it.  Lila never wanted to play poker against him, even though he had made her for various entertainment reasons.

She went and showered, shaved, lotioned, and came out to find what he’d picked for her to wear.  Hmm…Femme Fatale seemed his wish tonight.  There was a dark green very minidress laid out for her that would accentuate her red hair.  She rcognized the remote vibration anal plug.  She chuckled quietly knowing she’d be spending some of her time on the floor writhing for guests later.  Her master was such a wickedly pure sadist.  He knew how to torture a woman and Lila loved him for it.

Dinner went well.

Master had invited only male friends tonight so she was the sole woman.  Sometimes, he invited other D/s couples or M/s ones so she might have someone to perform with her or on her.  

He’d already sent her to the floor in a writhing, moaning mess just before they’d started eating.  The vibrator had come on at high and even heated!  Wicked man.  She didn’t even try to resist it.  Letting herself become a toy for him to show off to his friends, she wriggled, moaned, and begged for relief.  She knew he wouldn’t allow her to come in front of the others.  He rarely did.  She liked that.

“Clear the table.” He’d told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She’d obeyed and begun to do as commanded.

Lila figured and was right that he used this time to explain their earlier conversation and then unveil the flyswatter he’d ordered.  She had to admit it did look a little bigger than she’d thought.

“Lila.” He called her out.

She walked out to the dining area.

“Master, should I undress?” She asked in an attempt to be helpful.

He eyed her and nodded.  “Good girl.  Yes, do so.  Do it for them.”

She nodded and knew he meant to make them her focus of the shimmies and wriggling.  Lila put on her best show to make him proud of her, proud of owning her, and perhaps make a few of the men, if not all, jealous that she was his.

From the eyes and expressions she saw, Lila was doing a good job by the time she was naked and kneeling in the middle of the room before the table where they all sat and stared.

“Up and go bend over the table to face them.” Master commanded.

Lila obeyed and waited.

“Spread.” He told her as he approached from behind her.

She spread her legs.  

“Wider.  It’s for the bar.” He explained.

“Oh, yes, Sir.” She spread further and felt him cuff to the ends of the spreader bar.  This would make sure he had access to every inch of her ass and thighs for her whipping.

“Would you like to beg for nipple clamps as well?” Master asked.

This meant it was truly up to her, but he also knew that asking meant he’d enjoy it, which had the added effect of making her want to beg for it. It was a viscous and deliciously wicked cycle he’d trained her to feel.

“Yes, please, Master?  Please, clamp my nipples?” She begged for it and her nipples panged in remembrance of how it would soon feel for them.

“Pick one of our guests to apply to them.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered. Sometimes, he did this to her, but he usually let her choose and not him. It was a sweet kindness of his to her so she could avoid someone she felt bad vibes from that night. 

Her eyes rested on someone she’d known would be there.  He was a friend of Master’s but was also a well-known acquaintance of hers.  They corresponded through her blog and a few emails.  It was all with Master’s approval and watchful eye.  Kirk had even spanked her before, and they’d both enjoyed it.

“Master Kirk, would you please?” She begged him.

The dark-haired, older man smiled.  “With pleasure.  Which kind?” He asked.

Her eyes flashed at him.  “Your choice, Sir.”  She knew what that meant, but she liked pleasing him.

He nodded and went to the dresser in the hall.  Kirk knew where things were.  Lila was not surprised to see him bring back those horrid clover clamps.  She sighed and rolled her eyes for effect.  “Really, Master Kirk?  Do you hate me so much?” She teased.

“Quite the opposite, as you know.” His deep voice caressed her.

She knew.  It was already arranged that if Master were out of town or away, then Master Kirk would be her master until he returned.  It hadn’t happened yet, but they both knew they would enjoy it.  He had a live-in submissive already, but had left Mandy home for the night.  It had probably been at Master’s request.

“Arms,” her master commanded her.

She quickly put them behind her and felt him cuff them together, and felt a chain in between them trailing down her back.  Oh God.  Lile quivered.  Master was going to use the anal hook!  

“Yes, Love.  That’s right.” He commented.  He could read her reactions as if she spoke words.  “Pleased?”

She hesitated and felt his sharp spank of her bare ass.

“Yes, Master.  Yes…I…I am pleased.” She whimpered and felt a blush come over her face and body.  Among the many kinds of slut she was, Lila was definitely an anal slut.

“At the same time, Kirk?” Master called to Kirk.

Kirk laughed softly.  “Sure.”

Kirk was as much a sadist as her master.  They would coordinate and clamp her while she got plugged.  

“Keep your eyes open, head up,” the Master ordered, ensuring the maximum amount of shame and humiliation for her.

“Yes, Master.” She breathed.

It was quite a sensation to feel the clamps close on her nipples just as the large metal ball of the hook sunk into her ass.  Lila cried out and groaned and shivered.

“Thank you, Master,” She told him without thinking about it.  He knew why.

“You’re welcome, little slut.” He responded.  

“Why did she thank you?” Someone new to the group asked.

“Lila?” Master commanded.

“Because…” she had to take in another shuddering breath.  “Because my master is so good at orchestrating such marvelous ways of hurting me and pleasing me.”

“Lila,” Master warned.

“Sorry, I mean the hurt pleasures me as sell as the penetration and…my humiliation at knowin what a dirty slut or whore I am right now.” She gasped as the master wiggled the hook’s ball.

“Good girl.” He patted her bottom possessively.

“Thank you, Master.” She sighed.

Her eyes lit on Kirk, who was grinning.  “Thank you, Master Kirk.”

“My pleasure as always.” He reached out and tweaked one of the clamps to make her gasp anew.  He had every right as a recognized dominant in the house.

“The time has come,” Master told her.

“Yes, Sir,” Lila answered.

From behind her, she could hear the swishing noise.  He’d brought it to her home office earlier in the day.  She knew it was about three and a half feet long with a wire-metal handle.  The wires were twisted artfully, and the rubber mat was a bright, cheery yellow.  The wires were green.  He’d swished it then and slapped it against the wall.  Lila had gulped.

Master had not gagged her, so he wanted full noise from her.  It wasn’t surprising to her.  He kept more than a few recordings of her “singing” to him during sessions of both sadism and sex.  They often went from one to the other.  

“No bowing your head, eyes are to be kept open and to roam the table,” Master told her.

“Yes, Master.” She nodded.  It would be hard not to bow her head and even harder to look these men in the eyes as her master undid her.  She had no doubts he was going to do just that.  A part of her longed for Subspace.  It would make the ordeal easier, but he might not choose to allow it.  

SLAP!! 

Lila shrieked since there’d been no warning as he whipped her left ass cheek.

“Still silly?” He asked in an amused tone.

A square patch of her bottom felt like someone had applied a hot wax bandage to it!  She shook her head.  “No, Sir, sorry, Sir.” She whimpered.

“Not yet, but you will be.” He chuckled.

A part of Lila flared to life at hearing her sadist pleased and becoming aroused.  This was her purpose and she enjoyed it for his and her own sake!

SLAP!!  SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

He didn’t follow a rhythm or even an organized plan of attack.  Her sweet sadistic master peppered her ass, her thighs both inner and outer, with the swatter and she jerked at his will.  Lila knew he was making her dance his own little version of a tarantella.  There was nothing she could do to fight it, so she didn’t. 

Her sobs had already started as he showed no signs of letting up or allowing her into the rhythmic whipping of Subspace.  Every inch of her skin from below her waist to the middle of her calves was afire and felt like ants were biting her or bees stinging her or something horrid!  

“Please, please, please, Master…please, no more,  please!” She began to beg and couldn’t help the words coming out.  

She was close to completely losing it and knew he knew it.  He’d taken her past Red before and into the Black Zone.  This was funny because that was when she hit the Red Madness, a more intense version of Subspace.  Lila had no idea what he would do, but she was his to do with as he pleased.  She wasn’t allowed safewords or mercy.

Master loved hearing her begging, so she didn’t stop it until it became incoherent because of the sobs.  Hyperventilating was soon to come, and she’d pass out.  He’d taken her here, too.  Honestly, she’d begged him to take her that far early on in their relationship.  He’d never done anything to her that she didn’t beg for at some point.

Dimly, Lila became aware that the whipping had stopped.  Master had been watching and had seen her at the doorway to the Red Madness.  He’d stopped before she’d crossed the threshold.  It was a small kindness and one she knew was born more of jealousy, guarding others from seeing it in her, except him.  

She wondered if it had only been Master Kirt. Would Master have kept going? She’d ask later. Her master never grew angry or punished her for asking questions. “How else will you learn?” he would say.

Cool, wet clothes were applied to her in several different spots simultaneously.  How?  She opened her eyes enough to see that the guests had been offered a bucket with ice water and a pile of rags next to it.  They were the ones gently and almost reverently applying the coolness to her.

“The beauty of this implement, Gentlemen, is that it will leave no lasting marks.  It’s hard to believe if you’ve ever felt it, but it’s still true.  It opens up the possibility of whipping your willing submissive much further and longer than normal.” Her master was explaining.  He did love to teach.

She heard his voice become cold, remote, and very scary.  “If I ever hear that one of you has done this to someone who did not consent beforehand?  I will see to it that charges are filed on their behalf.  You will also be banned from the Community wherever I have a say.”

It was quite a threat since the Master had a large say in many places. His brand of dominance had won him way more allies than enemies in his years as a dominant master. There were hushed murmurs of agreement from the men.  

Idly, Lila wondered if Master Kirk was one of them with a rag, but then felt the jarring, sharp pain of the clamps being removed! Oh, yes, he would remember them for her sake. She turned to see him across from her and did her best to give him a tired, small smile. He returned it as he put the clamps down, then, with slow deliberation, reached into the bucket to retrieve two ice cubes.

Lila prayed she knew what he had planned for them.  He arched an eyebrow.

“Please?” She mouthed to him.

He nodded and applied a cube to each of her abused nipples.  She gasped but actually leaned into his touch.  Master Kirk opened his palms and kept the ice there as he cupped her breasts.  His fingers were slowly fondling her.

The cold began to do its work, and the pain was erased.  She sighed and tried to show her gratitude and arousal in her eyes to him—his became heated, so he’d gotten her message.

“Master Kirk, would you be so kind as to see to Lila’s being freed of the restraints and the hook?  I will show our guests out and head up to bed.  I expect you to send her up when you are…done.” Master paused the word. 

Lila turned her head to look at him in question.  He just smiled softly and his eyes touched on her, then Kirk and back.  He arched one eyebrow to give her permission to decide what happened from it all.  It would also mean Master Kirk would have to cross the line since she couldn’t.  Master’s eyes flared as he read her once more so easily.  You can let him know, and we both know that.  This is what his eyes told her.

Lila blinked slowly to show comprehension.  She let her deep love for him shine forth at this gift to her for taking her whipping as well as she did.  Master gave good rewards and incentives to keep her wanting to do her best.  She would anyway, but he still liked to show him what he deemed her worth with such gestures.

Master left with the other guests and accepted their thanks, adulation, and awe of him and his way with her.  He closed the doors to the dining room.

Master Kirk slowly moved around behind her.  He was silent for a while as he made her wait: such a dominant thing to do.  She bore it as well and submissively as she could.  Lila was feeling very, very submissive right now and very, very aroused.

“Where should I begin?” He finally asked her.

Lila licked her lips.  “Wherever I can please you best, Master.”  She’d left off his name purposefully to show how she felt about his place in this room at this moment.

“Good girl.” He murmured and approached.