“Come and stand in front of me, and take off your top.”
Megan hesitated for just a second and then stood up. She glanced over at the other people, then swallowed down her anxiety, and went and stood in front of him. Slowly, she undid the straps of her halter top and unclipped the back. The garment slid from her body into her hand, and she dropped it onto the low table behind her, all the time, acutely aware of the other guests seated so close to them.
“Good girl,” Jacob said. “That is one type of trust. Now, kneel down, and put your hands behind your back, sub.”
She knelt down, fairly gracefully, despite her anxious expression, and clasped her hands behind her.
His gaze was piercing, and his face was so close to hers that she could see the shadow of a beard beginning to form.
“Megan, have you been let down a lot, in the past? Have people close to you made you promises, and then not delivered?”
“God, you could say that,”
she thought. “Yes, Sir, I guess they have.”
Thoughts rushed through her head, as she knelt there. The most prominent one was the promise that her mother had made, when she had had nightmares, and woken up screaming, after her dad died. That she would take care of Megan, and always be there to make sure she was safe and happy. Then along had come Carl, the asshole boyfriend.
Then there were previous boyfriends of Megan’s, who had promised to love her, and treat her well, and had ended up trying to force her into bed, and then thrown her away like a piece of garbage when she had refused.
Jacob interrupted her thoughts. “We’re going to talk about that some more, in the future. But for now, I want you to understand that if I say I’m going to do something, I mean it. If I make a promise, then I’ll keep it. You may not always like the decisions I make, but you will always be able to trust me and believe what I say to be the truth.
“Can you do that, Megan? Can you trust me?”
His gaze never wavered. His voice was deep and steady, and at that moment, she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she could trust this man. She could feel safe with him. It was an instinctive feeling, but a true one, and she managed a small smile as she knelt there, her hands behind her, and her breasts exposed, for her Dom.
Her voice was clear. “Yes, Sir, I believe I can.”
His smile was warm, even tender, she thought. Then he reached out and caressed her breast, teasing the nipple into a taut peak, and doing the same to the other, until she squirmed slightly, turning her head and nodding towards the other people, then back to Jacob, as if to remind him that they would be able to see him touching her.
When he pinched both nipples at once, she gasped, the sharp pain turning quickly to a feeling of pleasure. A rush of heat gathered between her thighs.
“Megan, as my sub, you do not get to decide if other people should be able to watch or not. Now, stand up and turn around.”
Megan stood, a little shakily, and turned, his hands on her hips, guiding her until she faced away from the other Doms and subs seated around them.
“Now,” his voice took on a stern note, “bend over. You will receive two swats for your behavior.”
She realized immediately that, positioned as she was, her ass would be pointed directly towards the others. Yet, she did as he had ordered, and then hitched a breath, mortified, when she felt him lifting up her skirt, to reveal her bare bottom.
“That’s an extremely pleasant view, Jacob, thank you,” a voice said, close by, and Megan scowled.
“Oh that’s just great. He’s made some friends. Well, this is going to be a hell of an introduction for me”
she thought. But there was nothing to do except grin and bear it.
“You’re welcome, Richard. I’m afraid my sub needs a lesson in who is in charge.”
Jacob’s hand came down hard on her ass, and she yelped, gritting her teeth in preparation for the next. There was no way she was going to make any more noise. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
The second was twice as hard, and it took all her will power not to shout out with the burning pain that followed in its wake.
“You may stand up and apologize now, sub.”
His voice was completely calm and controlled, and when she stood and turned to him, there was not a trace of anger in his expression.
“I’m sorry I tried to control when you could touch me, Sir. I promise I won’t do it again.”
He put his hand behind her head, and gently pulled her hair till her eyes met his. “Thank you for apologizing. You are forgiven, sweetheart.”
And just like that, it was over. No atmosphere lingering between them. No hard feelings; just a punishment, forgiveness and then a clean slate.
Jacob’s eyes glinted and he gave her a wicked grin. “Take off your skirt, sub. There really isn’t any point in wearing it now.”
Blushing furiously, Megan removed her skirt and reached round to put it next to her top. She stood before her Dom, completely naked, acutely aware of her breasts, and the way they’d bounced as she had turned back to face him.
“Give me your wrists,” he ordered, and when she did, he produced a pair of leather cuffs from his pants pocket and clipped them on her.
“Follow me, Megan. We’re going to go and play for a while.”
She swallowed nervously. This was what she wanted to do. She’d thought about it continuously, for weeks, even more so in the last seven days. It was time to discover just what being a submissive was all about.
Taking a deep breath, she followed her Dominant, right into the depths of the dungeon.
Chapter Five
Megan walked behind Jacob, naked and cuffed, until he came to a stop in front of a wooden frame with chains hanging down from the top section and rings placed at intervals down the sides.
While she’d been walking, she’d taken some comfort in just how many of the submissives were naked. Still, it was going to take a lot of getting used to. She’d never felt really comfortable in her own skin. She didn’t know many women that did. And most of them probably didn’t deliberately put themselves in the situation she now found herself in, she thought ruefully.
Her self-consciousness took a back seat, however, when she actually studied the apparatus before her.
Jacob took hold of her cuffs and led her into the center of the frame. “I want to find out if you like a little pain, Megan,” he said.
“Oh, I really don’t, Sir,” she replied, almost tripping over her words in her haste to reassure him.
He laughed and pulled her body close to his, running his hands over her back and bottom, which was still sore from her spanking. “Don’t worry, I’m not a sadist, and I’ll go gently with you, seeing as it’s your first time. I’m going to use a flogger on you, and something tells me you’re going to end up liking it.
“Remember that you have a safeword, and I expect you to use it if anything gets to be too much. Everything will stop immediately, and we can talk about how you’re feeling. Do you understand?”
Megan nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Her reply had been instant, but her body trembled, with a mixture of anticipation and fear.
“I want the absolute truth, Megan. Do you have any medical conditions that I need to be aware of before we begin; any problems with your body, whatsoever?”
“No, Sir, I’m fine.”
Jacob smiled at the little sub standing in front of him, her body trembling, but showing such bravery in letting him do this. He raised her wrists, and clipped the D-ring on her cuffs to the clip on the end of one of the lengths of chain.
The chain was high enough that her arms stretched vertically above her head, pulling her breasts upwards at the same time.
Jacob stood closely in front of her and checked the tightness of the cuffs. When he was satisfied, he bent his head and took her lips with his own, letting his hands wander over her nakedness. He massaged her bottom, and then moved upwards, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they stiffened into peaks once more.
He replaced his thumbs with his lips, taking each bud in turn, sucking and tonguing them.
When he stepped back, she only just managed to stop herself from complaining at the loss of his mouth on her. Then she watched him walk to the nearest wall and remove what looked like some kind of metal pole with cuffs at either end.
“Oh my God, it’s a spreader bar, just like the one I read about on that website. Oh, I don’t think I can do this. No way, I can’t. I’ll have no control at all and he’ll hurt me.”
Panic began to set in, and by the time he had walked back to stand in front of her, her hands were grabbing the chain, frantically pulling on it.
He put the spreader bar on the floor beside him, and held her lower arms, just above the cuffs, stilling her.
“Take a deep breath, sweetheart.”
Megan focused on his face, so close to hers, and did as he said.
“Now, do you need to use your safe word, or can you put your trust in me, Megan?”
She took another breath and mentally pulled herself together.
“No, I don’t need to use it. I’ll be fine, Sir.”
Jacob took in the determined expression on her face, and brushed a finger down her cheek. “Good girl. I’m proud of the courage you’re showing.”
He reached down and picked up the bar. “Spread your legs for me.”
She spread her legs, about the width of the spreader bar, and felt her arms tighten on the chains.
Her body was open and exposed to anyone who cared to glance her way. And strangely, now she had calmed down, standing there feeling Jacob attach the bar cuffs to her ankles, the fact that she was naked, in public, caused waves of arousal to pass through her body.
Her senses seemed sharper, more heightened, and as he knelt in front of her, his hands running up her calves and then her thighs, she quivered with anticipation.
His fingers ran through her slick folds, and she gave a small gasp when he thrust one of them up into her pussy.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart. I think your body has won out over your mind.”
He let his finger slide in and out of her, and then brush over her clit, and her legs tensed; an erotic kind of burn spreading through her entire body. When he took his hand away and stood, she felt the loss, and gave a small whine of frustration.
He gave a deep laugh. “Patience, sub. This is only the beginning.”
His words started a throbbing deep inside her core, and her eyes never left Jacob’s face as he stood and raised his hand in front of her.
“Lick my fingers clean, sub, and then we can begin.”
Their eyes met, and after just a second’s pause, she bent her head and took each finger, in turn, deep into her mouth, sucking her own juices from his hand.
When she’d finished, she raised her head, and he replaced his fingers with his lips, plunging his tongue inside her hot, wet mouth, tasting her arousal as he did so.
He released her, and she watched him walk back towards the wall, this time stopping at a small table to choose a flogger from the selection that had been left there for the patrons to use. It was as if there was no one else in the club. Her mind and body were completely focused on Jacob.
When he returned to stand right behind her, she jumped when the fabric of his jeans touch her bare bottom.
He swept her hair over her shoulder so her back was entirely exposed, and gently kissed the back of her neck, making the tiny hairs there stand up on end.
Megan sensed him taking a step back, and she tensed, waiting for the implement of torture to connect with her skin, sure that it was going to hurt, but determined to stick it out.
But she was wrong. The falls of the soft, deer-skinned flogger were like a caress, moving so lightly over her sensitive skin, that it made her shiver with delight, up and down her back, and then over her bottom.
Jacob let the flogger tease and stroke her, and he saw her visibly relax and let herself go to the rhythm he was creating. He used a figure of eight technique, and after just a couple of minutes, she could feel her skin start to warm into a light pink.
He concentrated on her bottom, her own arousal growing in intensity when she pushed her ass out, discovering her need to feel the touch of the flogger.
His strokes grew harder, and Megan hitched a breath; the falls thudding harder onto her skin. But, amazingly, after a minute, the pain seemed to cross over into a kind of pleasure, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations she was feeling.
Her pussy throbbed with increasing desire, and her muscles seemed to tighten with the anticipation of where he would flog her next. Jacob moved from her back to her front, and when the falls came down lightly on her breasts, Megan moaned, her eyes still closed.
Her nipples bunched and turned a rosy red, and when he moved down her body, flicking between her open legs, she gasped, her clit burning with a need so strong, she thought she might come right there, in front of him.
Jacob lowered the flogger and took a step closer to her, standing with her eyes shut, so obviously lost in the moment.
He bent his head and whispered in her ear. “You look beautiful, all pink and aroused. I think you are wrong, sweetheart. From what I can see, you enjoy a little pain.”
When she opened her eyes they were glazed, but she gave him a contented smile.
“I…I didn’t know it could feel like that. Everything felt so… amazing…” She stopped in mid-sentence, not quite knowing how to describe what she had experienced.
“Well, we haven’t finished quite yet, little Megan.”
With that, he tossed the flogger on the floor, and knelt down in front of her. His hair tickled her lower stomach, and then her thighs.
Suddenly she became acutely aware of the other people close by.
“Oh God, surely he wasn’t going to go down on her…not right here, in front of everyone.
Before she had time to think any more, his hands opened her labia wide and he ran his tongue right through her folds, and up over her clit.
The chains rattled, her body shuddering with need and a groan escaped her lips. If he did that many more times, she knew she wouldn’t be able to control the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her, other people or not.