smiles and strokes my face. Then he slides his hand into my hair and winds it around his fist. I gasp as he pulls my head back, forcing my body with it until I am lying flat on my back, the carpet prickling my whipped back and bottom. Only then does he let go. I don’t know if I’ve displeased him or if this is another test, and he leaves me in suspense for several agonising seconds.
Then I hear the door open. For a moment the room floods with light from the outside world and I close my eyes to shield them. Someone else enters the room and I recognise my Master’s cologne. I can’t prevent the smile that spreads across my face.
‘Hello, Keri,’ he says, bending down to kiss me. His hand trails down my throat and over one punished breast, gently tweaking the nipple and making me gasp. ‘I enjoyed watching you.’
He tweaks the other nipple and I whimper as his touch reawakens the pain. The idea that he watched as another man punished me makes me feel faint and I am grateful for my position on the floor.
‘You made me very proud.’
I melt at his words, desperate for his hands to move lower. Instead, another pair of hands grips my ankles, firmly drawing my legs apart until they are spread wide. I writhe in delicious humiliation at the exposure, my sex aching for release. My punisher draws his fingers up along my inner thighs until they reach my shaved pussy.
‘She was a very good girl,’ he says.
I gasp out a thank-you to both of them. My eyes are still shut tight and I abandon myself to the exquisite sensations as one pair of hands kneads my breasts while the other teases the slick folds of my sex.
‘She’s very wet.’
My Master laughs softly at that. ‘Yes, punishment excites her.’
‘Ah, but today she’s been a good girl, hasn’t she?’
I’m not sure if the question is directed at me or not. In any case, they seem pleased by the breathless little moan I offer by way of response.
My punisher slips one finger inside me and I cry out, writhing on the floor. My Master lowers his mouth to my chest, kissing each taut nipple in turn, flicking the other with his thumb.
I feel another finger inserted, then another. I long to close my legs, to clench them around that hand, but I know I must maintain my lascivious position for them. I arch my back, offering my breasts to one man while the other fucks me with his hand. My Master’s tongue flutters against my nipple and I toss my head from side to side. I can feel the climax coming, rising like a tidal wave to flood the world, to drown me and everything in it. The hand between my legs begins to move faster and faster, harder and rougher, the palm slapping against my clit with every thrust. Finally I can’t stand it any longer and I surrender to an overwhelming orgasm that makes me scream and convulse. They continue to play with me for its entire duration, heightening every sensation. I never want it to end.
Lights sparkle behind my eyes and I collapse, lost on a raging sea of pleasure, at the mercy of a kind of bliss I have never experienced before.
I have no idea how long I lie there, racked with euphoria, but when I finally drift back to earth, both men are smiling down at me. My cheeks flood with heat and I cover my face with my hands, embarrassed by my wanton display.
My Master laughs. ‘Don’t be silly. It was beautiful. I’ve never seen you like that before.’
I smile in spite of my embarrassment. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to do anything that might break the spell. Most of all, I don’t want to have to get up, get dressed and leave this room. Ever. The tears I had withheld earlier suddenly start to flow.
My Master understands at once and gathers me in his arms, rocking me as he whispers soothing words in my ear. It feels good to cry, to purge the stress and frustration of reality here, where it’s safe. It’s terrifying and exhilarating, but it’s still the safest place in the whole world.
‘If you can handle this,’ he tells me, ‘you can handle anything.’
And I know he’s right. Life in the real world sometimes gets too hard. And sometimes it becomes unbearable. Visiting a place where all that’s expected of me is obedience makes it all go away for a little while. It also makes me stronger. When I do finally leave this room, dressed like a normal person again, one whose partner isn’t addressed as ‘Master’, I will be more resilient than the trembling girl who entered. I will be braver.
This time was different, though. This time was both a challenge and a treat. And not just for me. My Master said he had always wanted to watch me with another man, someone well known and respected. Someone he trusted.
‘Thank you,’ I murmur, at last finding the courage to look my punisher in the eye.
‘It was my pleasure,’ he says. There is a gleam in his eye, although none of the authority has gone from his voice. ‘But haven’t you forgotten something?’
My stomach flutters nervously. I look to my Master for guidance, but he moves away, into the shadows. After a moment I hear the musical clink of soft chains from there.
My punisher stands over me and holds out his hand and my Master places something in it. I shudder when I see the nipple clamps.
‘Back on your knees,’ he orders, and I obey without a second thought. ‘I gave you permission to come, but I did say you must do it twice. Didn’t I?’
I blush deeply. ‘Yes, Sir.’ Then I arch my back, presenting my breasts for him while my Master watches, looking pleased.
Tanya
Judge Damian Winston-Barrow surveyed his courtroom through narrowed eyes. After a moment, he shifted on his seat, then leaned back with the tips of his fingers pressing on his bottom lip, making him look as if he were praying.
A tense silence descended, the self-important ticking of the large wall clock to my right the only sound. The defendant glanced at the jury, and the jury appeared to make a point of not looking back at him – good, a guilty verdict was on the cards. My work was done…almost.
I twirled my pen in my fingers and set my attention on the judge again. He was hot as hell, as sinful as any deviant when he got going, and right now he was also caged the way the men and women he sent to prison were – sort of.
He enjoyed the prison I put him in. It yanked his chain and stoked his lust. If only the people in this revered room knew what he really was. They thought of him as a big powerful man who ruled and was obeyed, yet when the time came, when we were alone, it was I who ruled and he who obeyed.
I crossed and uncrossed my legs, becoming impatient for the session to end. I had a free evening; heck, I had a free night. There was only one thing on my mind, and that was showing my sub how much his Mistress adored him and claiming some toe-curling orgasms along the way.
‘We’ll reconvene tomorrow at eleven a.m.’ Damian slammed his hammer down. The sound echoed around
