#10 ~ A Dash of Adventure

They are about to leave, Sara and Wendy escorting her between them, when Sir Daniel stops them.  “Wait,” He says.  “She needs to choose.”

Standing close to her, He says, “I can take you home now, slut.  We can pick up as if this night has not happened.”  He pauses a moment, then, ” If you stay, you agree to follow the rules of a slave for the duration of your time here.”

Naomi feels as if her brain is frozen, she had not realized she would have to choose.  She feels as if she has no will of her own, only a huge desire to obey and please.  Sir Daniel goes on,

“I believe you are going to be a lovely slave, but only if you agree to follow this path.”  He pauses, just for a moment, then says, “Speak, slut.”

A bit disoriented, it takes her a second, but she says, “Yes, Yes, Sir, i want to stay, please, Sir.”

She has not noticed the strip of leather in His hand.  It is a collar, not a pretty collar like the one she wears for Him usually, but a plain leather collar with a buckle and a ring set in it, like a large dog might wear.  It is not even new.

Sir Daniel removes His collar, and she whimpers, feeling lost without it, but He quickly replaces it with the leather one, which is thick and a bit heavy on her neck.

“This is a training collar,” He says.  “If you do well, you may have the opportunity to earn a real slave collar from me.”

A low cry escapes her ~ is she no longer His?  But He shakes His head, and she remembers she does not have permission to speak.  “I will come to you after Wendy and Sara have prepared you for bed.”

Sir Daniel steps aside, and Sir Evan addresses her then.

 “It’s a training collar.  This  means that everyone in my house has permission to use you, as well as to discipline you in any way they see fit.  Do you agree to this?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answers, in a low voice, although her head is spinning at the idea.

As the words leave her mouth, she realizes her mistake in speaking without being directed to, and bows her head.

“Three,” says Sir Evan, with a nod to Wendy.

But it is Sara who pushes Naomi’s head forward further, making her bend at the waist.  The blanket around her shoulders is no protection from the crop, which slashes through the air to land directly on top of the welts on the back of her things.

The second blow is higher, and the third higher still, in the middle of her ass, but each one lands where she has already been marked earlier that evening, leaving a fierce burning sensation that brings tears to her eyes.

Sir Evan continues speaking as if nothing has happened.  “Your mouth, your ass, and your pussy will be available at all times to anyone here who choses to use them.  Punishment for breaking rules will be swift, at least while you are in the early stages of your training.  Is that clear?”

This time, Naomi remembers not to speak, but she thinks it, yes, yes, Sir, it’s clear.

Her pussy is throbbing, o, she wishes someone would use it instead of leaving her here longing for it!

Sir Even says,”You will be hurt often, for my pleasure, for others’ pleasure, and  for your edification, to help you learn more quickly the ways you can be a pleasing slave.  You will not be harmed in any lasting way.  Is that clear?”

A moment’s pause ~ Naomi repeats the words silently, and then, “Speak, slut,” Sir Evan says and Naomi says, “Yes, Sir, yes, it’s clear, Sir.”

He smiles, and she feels herself flooded with warmth, and with lust.

“Kiss the whip,” He says, and Wendy holds it up to her lips, caresses her lips and her cheek with the end of the crop.  Naomi presses her lips to it in a kiss.  She inhales the leather scent and shivers.

Then, “Come here,” says Sir Evan, “Come kneel down and kiss my cock.  From now on, this will be how you greet men in the house.  On your knees, with your mouth on their cock. Come show me how well you can do this.”

Wendy and Sara slide the blanket off Naomi’s shoulders so she is naked as she moves toward Sir Evan.  She is aware of the dildo filling her ass as she walks, and again as she kneels between Sir Evan’s thighs.

He takes His cock in His hand and strokes it.  Instinctively, she knows not to touch Him without permission.

“Open your mouth,” He says.

Obediently, she opens her mouth, watching intently as He continues touching Himself.

“You are not to lick or to suck,” He says.  “This time, a simple kiss is all you are allowed.  Close your mouth.  Now.  Greet me respectfully.”

She leans forward and presses her lips to His cock, trying to put her desire to please into this light caress.

When she is finished, she looks up at Him, and He is smiling.

“Greet your Sir now,” He says.  “No, don’t get up.”  

She hesitates, confused, is Sir Daniel coming to her?  

Sir Evan, seeing her confusion, says, “Crawl.”

A bit shocked, and reminded again with every movement of the dildo in her ass, she crawls to Sir Daniel.  He is seated nearby, and has already taken His cock out.

This is the cock she loves, and she longs to kiss and caress it, but there is no question of that now.  “Just a kiss,” He says.

She obeys, wondering helplessly why they want her open and available and will not use her.  Is she not pleasing?  She is so hot, so aroused, so needy, that even the nipple clamps might be better than this denial.

Tags: BDSM, Dominance, fantasy, Submission