Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago) (3 page)

“Yes! Come!”  His teeth tugged her clit in his mouth.  Intense sexual euphoria engulfed her.

“
Máister!” 
She jerked as the convulsions hit her body like lightening forcing her from one peak to another. When it finally eased she sank against her bonds, her heart racing and her body trembling in the aftermath.

His eyes met hers. “Again.” 

The order had her tensing.
He surely isn’t expecting me to…I can’t…
The smooth
rounded head of plug breached
her asshole.  Ragged pleasure hit her and a scream escaped her as his mouth sealed back over her clit.  She bucked, thrashed and fought with all her might as the pleasure turned violent and almost painful.  He wasn’t attempting to hold her still now. He was allowing
her to
buck as she wished, her only restraints were those that he’d placed on her arms and legs.

“Oh, God. No more!”  Her clit felt like it was on fire – so sensitive, hard and swollen.  His tongue was relentless, the hand driving the anal plug in and out of her even more so. Her pussy felt so achingly empty despite the clank of the benwa balls. Another flash of pleasurable agony struck her when his free hand yanked off one of her nipple clamps. Blood rushed back into the tortured nub and her body exploded once more, coating the sheets under her with copious amounts of liquid.  The balls slid from her at the same time.

“Fuck yeah.”  Caelan’s response to the gushing fluid was a surprise.  Scrambling to his knees between her thighs, he slammed his cock inside of her. Once he was seated to the hilt, he stopped.  The unexpected fullness she’d never experienced before nearly sent her careening over the edge again.

“Whose am I,
slave
?” His question came out like a bark.

Her dazed eyes focused on him.
He wanted me to…what?

“Whose am I?”
  H
is gaze was more intense than she’d ever seen.

“Mine?”  Her voice was barely a whisper.

“That’s right. I’m your Master.” His mouth pressed against hers. She tasted herself on him and moaned.

“Just as much as you’re my slave!”  He began to thrust against her, angling his body to rub against her clit.

She tossed her head as the pain in her clit morphed to pleasure.  “No!”

His lips drew back in a grimace. “Yes! Again!”

Her scream rocked the room as agonizing completion consumed her.
 
When she came floating back to Earth, she found him still rock hard inside of her a look of greed on his face.

"M
á
ister?"
Didn't I please him?
 
Uncertainty gripped her.

His eyes darkened –his demand brutal.
 
"Again."

Part Three: Learning from a New Master

Dear Kalinda,

You’ll be happy to know that my jealousy was unfounded as Caelan was quick to ‘show’ me.  But I think I’ve learned my lesson, and one I won’t forget soon.  No worries however, I’m sore but in the most pleasant ways as I’m sure you can imagine.

Despite all that has happened of course, I still find myself leery of returning to the club with your brother. He’s been acting a bit secretive and I’m not sure how I’m going to handle this next step of my training. But as always, I need to trust in my Máister. He’s hasn’t led me astray yet.

Speaking of astray. I really wish you’d consider coming home. We miss you and if I have to hear your brother put off Josh again about your return, I think I’
ll scream. Damn cell phones – it has to be costing Josh a fortune to keep calling. You need to come home and deal with him before I kill him.

Nisey

Kneeling naked next to her Master once more in Master Yangchi’s warehouse, Nisey wasn’t surprised when he clicked the leash into place on her collar. Not that she would’ve cared. Her body was pleasantly sore from his dominant claiming last night.
I never knew I could come that hard or long.
With tender thighs and nipples aching from the clamps, it was hard not to think of the way he’d made her scream in pleasure. He’d stamped his ownership all over her body and she loved every minute of it.

“Master Caelan, may this slave speak?”

Even hesitant, Airi’s voice sent shivers of dread through Nisey. Despite Caelan’s thorough claiming, she still felt the sting to her pride that she’d taken another sub’s word over her Master’s.
Fuck, what’s she doing here?
She was glad she was kneeling with her head down – Airi was the last person she wanted to see.

“Of course, slave.” Cold but firm, Caelan’s tone wasn’t surprising.

There was a telling pause before Airi spoke again. Nisey hoped Caelan’s expression was intimidating to Airi.

“This slave would like to apologize to Master Caelan and his slave for any mischief she caused last night when she spoke out-of-turn.” There was a deeply drawn-in breath before the next words tumbled out of Airi. “If Master Caelan would like, he may punish this slave for her wrong doing.”

At the woman’s words, Nisey lifted her head, breaking protocol, her shock so great.
The bitch actually wants MY Master to punish her?

In front of Caelan, Airi knelt less than five feet from Nisey. With her head bowed, her long ebony hair trailed over the floor. Nisey gasped at the fresh marks on the sub’s back.
Either she likes to be whipped or she’s been punished already. I bet Máister called Master Yangchi this morning while I was soaking in the tub.
An intense feeling of dread filled Nisey.

Rubbing her cheek against the fabric of
Máister’s
pant leg, she tried to communicate with him she didn’t want the other sub to suffer any more – all she wanted was to move on past her jealousy.

A hand brushed over her hair. “What do you say,
grá?
Should I take a pound of flesh from her for causing you to doubt our relationship?”

Airi whimpered. Nisey chewed on her lower lip before finally answering. “If the other slave has already been punished for her actions, then this slave sees no reason to have her punished again,
Máister.”

“Look up at me,
grá.”

Lifting her head, she caught his eyes. She wasn’t surprised when he searched them for a moment. “She will be assisting us today with Master Yangchi.” His warning wasn’t lost on her.
So if I want to protest, now is the time.

She swallowed and darted her eyes towards Airi. “May this slave ask why Master Yangchi’s slave felt the need to hurt her so?”

The rough bark of a Japanese order was followed by a soft cry coming from Airi. The woman bravely met Nisey’s gaze before speaking again. “This slave was jealous of her Master playing with another and wanted you to be a miserable as she was. When she saw you becoming enthralled with the demonstration, she couldn’t help but want to strike out.” Airi’s voice wavered. “This slave isn’t sure how Master Caelan’s slave handles him touching and playing with other slaves.”

Nisey looked up at Caelan for guidance. He gave a very perceptual nod, telling her in a subtle way she could speak. “Because this slave trusts her Master. He loves shibari - and suspension more specifically. Only a slave topping from the bottom would try to stop him from enjoying the simple pleasures of tying up another, when she herself cannot find the same joy in being suspended. I’m sorry you found my pleasure in seeing
Máister’s
pleasure, such that you needed a way to strike out.”

The silence was deafening as Nisey fell silent. Her ears began to heat with embarrassment.

“Your slave is very mature for one so young, Master Caelan.” Airi’s voice now held a tone of bitterness. “You are very fortunate to have her. Perhaps one day, this slave will be able to do the same.”

“That you may, Airi.” Before the silence could grow, Caelan seemed determined to put the event behind them. “Seeing how Master Yangchi has already punished you, Airi, I have no reason to do so. You seem repentant. Instead I would much rather discover if we can figure out way to have my slave experience the same pleasure Anya did last night.”

A masculine grunt of acceptance came from Master Yangchi “So be it. Come. It is time to find out why the fire-haired one is struggling so.”

* * * *

“Fall back against Master Caelan.” Master Yangchi’s order was spoken so forcefully, Nisey responded without thought. Standing in the middle of the large airy playroom with her back to Caelan, she allowed her body to fall back into his arms. The familiar warm strength of him surrounding her caused her nipples to harden with awareness even as security washed over her.

When they entered the room, this was the last thing she expected.
What the hell does a trust building exercise have to do with my fear of suspension? I trust Caelan. It’s the idea of nothing supporting me but ropes that scares me shitless.

“This is good. Very good.” Master Yangchi stroked his chin. “It isn’t a matter of trust between you and your slave, Master Caelan. She trusts you to catch her.” He gave a sigh, before his hand dropped. “It has to be something else. Come with me.” He moved across the room to where a silver hoop dangled from the ceiling.

Mouth-drying fear pushing at the contentment she was feeling, Nisey almost baulked, but knew if she did, Caelan would merely pick her up and carry her.
Also more than likely warm my ass later for the making him do it.
Drawing on her inner strength, she stopped beneath the hoop.

“Good, good.” Master Yangchi removed several of the twelve foot sections of rope from the pegs on the wall. When he offered them to Caelan, he declined.

Keeping his voice low and soft, Caelan spoke directly into her ear. Goose bumps tightened her skin. “Master Yangchi is going to suspend you today,
grá
. I want you to give over to him.”

Chest tightening, Nisey was ready to run but his hands cupped her naked breasts, his fingers teasing the turgid tips. Sensing her unease he milked them, causing her natural arousal at his touch to batter at her fear.

“I trust him, Nisey. His experience is vast, beyond my own. Trust me to know what’s best for you.” He nuzzled her neck causing more of the traitorous goose bumps to tighten her skin. “Allow him to help you – to get you past this fear, and I will reward you.” His tongue delved inside her ear. “I’ll fuck you right in front him, if he successfully gets you suspended without fear.”

Her breathing fractured.
Oh, my fucking God.
Her head spun at the thought of Caelan allowing Master Yangchi to watch him take her.
How the hell does he know that turns me on?

“Hmm, like that idea?” His mouth trailed down her neck. “I thought so. The last time we demonstrated at Olivia’s, you damn near raped me the moment the last student left.”

“Máister,
this slave doesn’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to.” Even as she whispered the words, she hoped that he’d ignore them. So far he’d never taken her in front of another couple, aside from the first time they’d become lovers in his playroom.
Not that he did that willingly. Sara and I earned every swat we got that night for seducing our Masters.
Her longing for others to watch his dominant claiming was growing, but when he’d never done it again, she’d wondered if he wasn’t comfortable with the idea.

“Who said about forcing me to do anything, slave?” His free hand squeezed her ass. “I don’t know where you got the idea that making you scream in front of an audience is something I don’t want to do.” He slid his hand between her thighs, just letting it rest on her mound. Her breath caught in her throat on a moan. “I’ve just been waiting for you to be ready.”

“
Máister
–
please?”
She arched towards his cupping hand.

“Suspension first, fucking second.” Nipping the top of her shoulder he released her. “Now go make me proud.” He moved away to lean against the nearest wall. Licking her lips nervously, she faced his mentor, every nerve in her body screaming at the need to flee - to not let this man – a stranger hang her from the ceiling.

“Come, child.” Master Yangchi held out his hand once more. Hesitantly she placed hers on top of it. To her surprise, he moved her to the side.

“Airi, bring me the stool.” The order was met with a flurry of feet before the sound of a stool being dragged over the wood floor. Nisey stilled as Airi wrestled with a low but stoutly built padded bench. Once it was maneuvered under the silver hoop, he motioned for her to sit. Gingerly, she lowered herself to the bench. A gasp escaped her when her bare ass touched the cool leather.

“Now, what I’m going to do is a simple ball tie suspension.” He started the process of threading and wrapping the hemp until he had through the small d-ring attached to the hoop. Now, dangling from the ceiling she was surprised when he twisted the rope, did a simple hitch and draped what looked like the working end of a lasso over her knees. She frowned.

“Excuse me, Master Yangchi?”

“Hmmm.” He busily attached two more rings and using the same process secured two more lead ropes.

“Are you going to do a gunslinger harness or chest harness?” Her fingers rubbed over the hemp rope lying across her thighs. Her need to feel the ropes around her was surprising strong despite her apprehension.

“No. It is not needed for this type of suspension.” He looked up from the rope in his hands. “Let me guess, my student became impatient and tried one of the more complex suspensions?”

She glanced over at Caelan.

“Look at me, slave. Not him. Now answer my question.” The dark demand had her obeying.

“I don’t know if it was more complex or not, Master Yangchi. He used the chest harness and gunslinger thing on me. I was fine until he tipped me towards my side and my feet left the ground.”

Master Yangchi looked over her shoulder and glared at Caelan. “I see.” He raised his voice. “You tried to do the side suspension on a newbie? I thought I taught you better than that!” His hands flew to his hips.

Peeking at her master, she was surprised to see that her strong, dominant Master was blushing! “She has been my model in my basic shibari class for nearly a year. She loves the ropes and I never dreamed she’d react the way she did.”

Master Yangchi gave a hrrumpth as he gave a shake of his head.

“All right, child. I’m going to arrange these under your legs and over your back.” Taking each of the loops off her lap, he urged her forward. “Staying seated, lean down and touch the floor next to your feet.”

When she did, he gave her a soft ‘good’ as he tossed the loop behind her. “Now lift your bottom from the bench.”

Lifting, she was surprised when he stopped her after her butt was only inches off the bench. The feel of the hemp against the back of her thighs and the upper part of her back was comforting. Within moments, he had all three of the ropes evenly spaced.

“Alright, Nisey. This should feel very reminiscent of the swing you swung on as a child. In a moment, once you are comfortable, I’m going to move the bench away.”

She nodded, now curious.
If he moves the bench away, my butt will be suspended but my feet will still be firmly on the floor. How is this considered suspension?

Just as she was about to ask him, he gave her smile. “Baby steps, first. You must crawl before you can walk.”

“Yes, Master.” Across the room, she could see the approval in her
Máister’s
eyes. It was as if he were urging her on – giving her support.

“Ready?” The soft but steady intrusion of the man next to her jerked her eyes away from Caelan’s.

Taking a deep breath, she realized she was.
It’s now or never.
“Yes, Master Yangchi.”

“Alright. Don’t fight the ropes. Allow them to support your weight. If you fight them, you’ll only tangle them and I’ll have to start over. Understand?”