Slave To Love (39 page)

Taren watched Bubbles. Her voluptuous body remained still. She looked down at the floor while she waited.

“Bubbles, I’ll remind you and everyone else here again that the standard safe words of red, yellow, and green still apply.” Macabre nodded to No to proceed.

To begin, he put his hand on her back, which made her jump. He touched her shoulder and dragged his fingers down her spine to her ample backside. There he patted it, softer than what Taren had expected him to do.

Lord No took a few steps back. He brought his hand up and began tapping Bubbles over her shoulders. Bubbles turned her head back and forth but didn’t object. She held her restraints over her head as he continued drumming over her shoulders until eventually he went down her back to her ass.

When he moved off to the side, Taren knew something would be happening. The hits became a bit harder. The sounds of the cane connecting to her flesh reverberated in the room. Taren also heard Bubbles breathing increase. Bubbles danced her toes on the floor as Lord No continued working on her, always staying around her upper back area or her ass.

He circled her body so that he faced her. When he stood in front of her, he drummed the cane over her full but firm breasts. He migrated his hits over her side to her belly, but eventually returned to her tits.

Then he did something that surprised Taren. He took the tip of the cane and flicked it in between Bubbles’s legs as though requesting that she part her thighs. Taren thought for sure Bubbles would have fought him on that like she had before. She moved her legs apart and held them that way without the benefit of the floor as support.

Lord No started tapping the cane against Bubbles’s clitoris. At that moment, Taren had to cross her legs. She avoided looking at Jace. If she did, she would have had to excuse herself and take him with her.

The hits became harder and faster. Bubbles moaned. It looked like she held her breath during the treatment. After one hard hit, Lord No dropped the cane and stormed to Bubbles. He wrapped one arm around her waist and put his other hand behind her head to cradle her. He put his head next to Bubbles and away from the other contestants.

From Taren’s vantage point, it looked like he whispered something in Bubbles’s ear. As soon as he did, she released her breath and cried. No patted her backside before undoing the wrist restraints and cradling her in his arms. He carried her over to a couch and cuddled with her.

“Nice.” Taren hadn’t been impressed by much, but she liked that show.

“Nice is right.” Fear stomped to the other side of the room. “I’m not nice.” He dragged the St. Andrew’s cross to the center and directed Solo to join him. She did so and let him strap her to the large X shape with her back to him. He hadn’t removed her clothing like Lord No had. Instead Fear grabbed the top of her shirt and ripped it open to expose her bare back.

He went to the wall of canes and picked up one that looked like a bundle of small reedy canes bound together. Without warning, he smacked it against Solo’s back. The reeds smacked together and made a light clicking noise despite the force, which made Taren turn away each time he swung at her.

Fear continued hitting Solo’s back for a while. Taren peered at her and noticed red streaks now marring her chestnut skin tone.

Solo didn’t scream or cry. She craned her head back a couple of times, but with her eyes closed, she looked like she enjoyed the treatment. Too bad Taren didn’t. Nothing about this appeared sexy to her, unlike Lord No, which surprised her. She liked the way he cared for Bubbles after the caning.

Taren directed her attention back to Fear and Solo. Sweat dripped off the Dominant as he continued caning her back.

“I think you can stop now, Fear.” Macabre waved her hand in the air.

“I don’t stop until she screams her safe word.” Fear wiped his hand down his face to get rid of the excess sweat.

“It’s safe to say that she won’t be uttering that any time soon.” Macabre smirked. “Get her down.”

Fear threw the cane on a counter. “There are fucking panic clips up there. She can get her own self down.”

Within a matter of seconds, Solo engaged the panic releases on both wrist cuffs and got herself down from the cross. Then she removed the ankle restraints. As though he hadn’t been through a hard play session, she pushed the cross back to the corner and resumed her spot in front of Fear, still with the back of her shirt ripped open. Fear huffed and puffed. Solo looked serene.

“Thank you. Next will be Mistress Night and Beauty.” Taren held her hand up to direct the duo to the demonstration area.

Mistress Night directed Beauty to stand in front of the platform in the room and bend over. She did as instructed. Night lifted her gown and rubbed her hand over Beauty’s ass before she pulled down her panties.

Beauty’s lace panties fell down to her ankles while Night retrieved a similar type of cane that Fear had used. The sight of it made Taren squirm.

“I’m going to warm up Beauty’s skin with this.” Before she touched Beauty, Night went over to Taren. “Give me your arm.”

Taren looked at Macabre before bringing her attention back to Night. She put her arm out and gritted her teeth. Night brought her arm back and slammed the cane down on Taren’s arm. She braced for what she knew would be excruciating pain. Instead it felt more like a sting, a light sting.

“See? Not bad, right?” Night asked.

Taren rubbed the spot where Night had hit. “No.”

Night returned to Beauty. “Yeah, I could work on you for hours with this and never really break you.” She glared at Fear. “This is great for warming up the skin.”

Taren noticed Fear’s jaw flinched. Meanwhile Jace tried hard not to laugh.

Mistress Night used the cane to tap it over Beauty’s backside. Beauty moaned but never called her safe word. After a few minutes with the cane, she switched to a metal one. With that one, Night took her time. She made sure to hit in the fleshiest part of Beauty’s ass.

Each swat caused Beauty to flinch. She gripped the edge of the platform. Her ass cheeks transformed to a dark crimson color with streaks over them.

“Yellow.” Beauty laid her head on its side on the platform as she panted.

“Good girl.” Night rubbed her ass with her hand. “Hot.” She took another step back and hit her ass again.

“Red. Red.” Beauty shook her head.

“Good session. Pull up your panties.” Beauty sat up and pulled her panties up while Night returned the cane to the wall.

Mistress Night took Beauty’s hand and carried her over to the couch where Lord No and Bubbles sat moments before. Night let Beauty sit on her lap as she cradled her.

Taren didn’t expect to get hot after watching the display. She saw what Jace meant about Night. Mistress Night trained during her session. She knew what to do in the dungeon. Taren almost regretted agreeing to get rid of her.

“Um, Master, will you go next?” Taren rubbed her hand across the back of her neck.

Jace walked over to the center of the room with Sweetheart. He remained aloof, not looking at Taren at all. He put his full concentration on Sweetheart.

He started by standing in front of her and slowly stripping her out of her clothing. It all looked so seductive, like he wanted to fuck her instead of cane her. From the way Sweetheart gazed back at him, Taren suspected that if he asked to have sex with her, she would have complied.

After removing her dress and underwear, Jace walked her over to a spider web contraption made out of ropes. He helped her onto it and made her face it. Then he strapped her down. Jace removed two thin rattan canes from the wall. When he returned to Sweetheart, he rushed up to the web and jumped on it behind her. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back roughly.

The shift in his behavior did the opposite of what she thought it would do. She wanted him even more. She ran her hand up and down her arm as she watched him control his slave.

Jace whispered something in her ear. Taren couldn’t hear his instructions. She only heard when Sweetheart said, “Yes, Master.”

Jace jumped down from the web. He held up both canes and drummed them over her back between her shoulder blades.

Sweetheart squirmed in her spot. “Yes. Yes.” She moaned.

“Safe words. Use your safe words.” Jace put his hand on her shoulder as though to remind her that a person inflicted this discipline.

“Yes, sir.” Sweetheart nodded.

He resumed the treatment, alternating hits over her shoulders, back, and ass. Taren broke her concentration away from the caning to look at Sweetheart’s wrist restraints. Unlike Solo, she hadn’t been given panic clips. Jace expected Sweetheart to trust him, a feat considering she hadn’t during the trust exercise when he’d used a whip. Made Taren wonder what shifted in Sweetheart’s perception. Why could she trust him now when a few days ago she couldn’t?

Jace continued caning her until her dark skin began to show slight welts. He turned to the cane wall and removed one that looked like a chainsaw blade. The slender wooden cane had jagged features surrounding the sides.

Taren held Macabre’s hand like she wanted to brace for the scary part of a horror movie.

“Trust him,” Macabre whispered in Taren’s ear. “He knows what he’s doing. He’s tricked us before, remember?”

Taren had remembered. She hoped this wouldn’t be another one of his schemes.

Jace put his hand on Sweetheart’s shoulder, reared his hand back, and paddled her ass.

“Fuck! Yellow.” Sweetheart balled her hands into fists and took several deep breaths before her body relaxed again.

Without verifying her condition, Jace administered another hit on a different part of her ass. Sweetheart reared up on her toes, held her breath, but said nothing.

Jace grabbed her hair and gave her a harder swat based on the sound that echoed in the room.

“Red!”

He dropped the cane and stood behind her again without letting her hair go. He wrapped his other hand around her body and whispered something in her ear. Taren craned her head to hear what he said, but she couldn’t see his mouth. Again, she heard Sweetheart say, “Yes, sir” and this time even said, “Thank you.”

Jace removed the restraints from her wrists and ankles. He picked Sweetheart up in his arms and carried her to another couch since Mistress Night still had her slave on the other couch.

Taren let go of Macabre’s hand and fanned her face.

“We have one more. Are you okay to go on?” Macabre lowered her voice and leaned in close to Taren.

Taren nodded, unable to talk right now.

“Bruiser, please come up with Breeze.” Macabre signaled the duo to make their way to the demonstration area.

Bruiser held Breeze’s hand and brought her to a sawhorse. He directed her to put her hands on it and bend over, much like Mistress Night had done with Beauty.

He pulled a thin cane from the wall. He eased her black lace panties down to her ankles. At first Bruiser used the cane to tap over her ass cheeks. He concentrated on her fleshy areas, never going down to the area behind her knees and never going up to the area right above her hips. He seemed to know his technique.

After a few minutes, he switched to another type of cane. It looked like white plastic, but Teran couldn’t be sure.

“I want you to count them out.” Bruiser rested the cane on her ass now full of red streaks. “I’m going up to twenty.”

“Yes, sir.” Breeze gripped the sawhorse and straightened her back.

He administered each hit evenly and with force, always moving the location of where the cane landed to a new area. Breeze counted each one out, stuttering at fifteen. Bruiser didn’t pause. He continued with the treatment until he got to nineteen.

“Could you take ten more of these?” he asked before giving her the last hit.

She hesitated before she answered him.

“I asked you a question.” He rubbed the cane across her ass.

“No, sir.” She shook her head.

Bruiser landed the last hit. When he moved away from her, Taren noticed some broken skin and a bit of bleeding.

“My God.” Taren covered her mouth to hide her audible gasp.

“Let’s give Bruiser and Breeze time to get themselves together.” Macabre stood. “We’ll come back in a few minutes and Taren will declare a winner and the person going home.”

“And cut!” Kitty approached Taren. “That whole shocked thing works great on camera.”

“I’m glad. It’s my real response.” Taren stood and wrapped her arms around her body.

She couldn’t imagine being disciplined like that. However, Taren could imagine herself getting caned by Mistress Night. Her technique had Taren sold. She liked the way Night explained things. Jace had been right.

She glanced at him from across the room. He still comforted Sweetheart on the couch. A pang of jealousy crept through Taren’s body as she watched the display. Before they started taping again, Jace helped Sweetheart get dressed again.

Each slave stood behind her Dominant. Macabre and Taren stood across from them. Once Kitty yelled “Action,” Taren had to make up her mind about who to keep and who to call a winner.

“We’re back. We saw some amazing caning here today. What did you think about everything?” Macabre asked Taren.

“I had never seen anything like this before.” She hated to sound so wide-eyed and innocent. “Some of it was really sexy. Some of it was kind of scary. Overall, I found the whole thing interesting. I can’t wait to have it done to me.”

“Good. So who is the winner of tonight’s demonstration?”

Taren scanned the group. Her stare landed on Mistress Night. Her gut told her to name her the winner. Maybe she can go the next round. The look in Night’s eyes came across as desperate.

She looked at Jace. For the first time since they started taping, he actually stared back at her. His face appeared solemn, like if she named him the loser, he would have gone with dignity. Her heart wouldn’t allow her to push him away like he’d done her.

“The winner tonight is Lord No.” Taren surprised herself with that announcement.

She had him pegged as the one who she would have eliminated early. She liked his technique and the way he took care of Bubbles afterward.