Submission Therapy (4 page)

His hand sank down between my thighs, finding me already wet. “Spread,” he ordered.

I happily complied. This was the kind of reward I could definitely enjoy.

His thick fingers, coated in oil, traced the slick folds of my pussy. I bit my lip in anticipation, but the digit remained annoyingly perched just outside of my entrance.

“
You will stop waxing down here.”
 

Grow my bush back? I hadn’t had pubes since 2004!

“
This ridiculous parody of womanhood is of no use to me. You will let nature have its way, as I will have mine.”
 

“
Yes, Master Sweet.” Frankly, I would have agreed to anything if I thought it would get his fingers inside me. The heat from my spanking had distilled straight into my pussy.
 

He absently flicked my clit, causing me to gasp and buck. “Have you ever had a clip on here?”

What kind of a question was that? “No.”

“
You will enjoy it.” He continued to trace my sopping lips with his thick finger. I couldn’t take much more of this teasing. I shifted my body back, desperately aiming to impale myself onto that digit, and was rewarded with a sharp slap across my already burning cheeks.
 

“
Your body is mine, slave. You will get pleasure when and if I choose to give it to you. Taking it for yourself will earn you another punishment.”
 

Can’t blame a girl for trying
. “Sorry.”

“
Sorry who?” His hand left my ass. I quickly looked up and spotted it cocked back in the mirror, ready to strike another painful blow.
 

“
Master,” I blurted out. “Sorry, Master Sweet.”
 

The hand came down softly. “You’ll learn in time. Now, let’s continue. Have you ever had anal sex?”

His hand swept slowly up my folds, coming to rest right against the rosebud of my ass. My breath jolted in my chest as he traced the tightly clenched opening. For everything, and everyone, I had done, that was one thing I hadn’t. My ass was strictly a no-fly zone. Yet here I was, with a thick, oily thumb pressing harder and harder against it, and powerless to stop it. Part of me wondered secretly if I even wanted to.

“
No,” I whimpered, not caring how weak I sounded. I tensed, clenching all of my muscles in fear of what he might do.
 

“
Relax,” he ordered. “You are mine. All of you. I will have you as I please.”
 

It took all the determination I had to do as he asked. Every fiber of my being had been set on high alert. But though I feared the unknown, I couldn’t ignore the small part of me that wondered about it. Master Sweet exuded such certainty and strength. Though he’d already punished me once, it hadn’t been entirely unpleasant. If this was all going to work, then at some point I’d have to trust him.

Slowly, he worked the tip of his thumb in a circular motion on my puckered bud. His other hand came down between my legs, drawing a straight line through my lips to my aching clit. His hands worked in tandem, drawing out a long moan from deep down inside of me.

“
You see, slave? I know what you need much better than you do.”
 

I tried not to squirm as he pressed inward, breaking the barrier of my back passage. I held my breath, expecting pain, but to my surprise the intrusion was quite pleasurable. I’d never have expected it, nor would I ever have allowed anyone else to do this to me. But being restrained, powerless, and at the mercy of Master Sweet, had forced me to experience this unique sensation. I still had that stubborn tiger of pride roaring within me that this was all wrong. That I was giving up too much of myself. But the pleasure I felt was, I knew, far more about the numbing of authority than it was about the thumb in my ass. I felt myself opening up emotionally to the idea of submission as I opened up physically to the man who was dominating me.

“
This is why I am the Master.”
 

“
Yes, you are,” I moaned against his leather pants as he slowly flexed that thick digit inside me.
 

The combination of his thumb in my ass and the other working my clit had my body buzzing. My cream dribbled down between my legs as a powerful orgasm drew close. Lost in the moment and panting as I neared the precipice, I rammed backwards against his hands, as far as the restraints would let me.

I realized it a second too late. I was in trouble.

Mater Sweet slid his thumb out. I felt abandoned, and worse, I knew another punishment was about to be delivered.

“
You have been warned. This body is mine to do with as I please. You will only reach climax at my choosing. Do you understand?”
 

“
Yes, Master.”
 

“
We will make sure of that. Chloe, bring me the paddle and another cloth.”
 

That sent a charge of electricity through my body. I raised my head and watched Chloe in the mirror as she selected a tool that looked like a stretched spatula encased in leather, then brought it, together with a fresh towel, to Master Sweet.

He toweled the oil from my back and flanks. When I was dry again he took the paddle and pressed it to my ass. The cool surface felt heavenly for a second before my body heat infused it. He began to trace the contours of my body with the tool, sometimes lifting it and letting the wrist-strap tickle my back.

I looked at him in the mirror, fear written across my face. I dared not speak without permission, but Master Sweet clearly understood me.

“
Consider everything we’ve done so far to be a warm-up. To heighten your senses and prepare your tender bottom for this...your true correction.”
 

No, not another spanking. And it sounded like this one would be way more serious. I’d been so close to orgasm, one more second and I’d have felt the sweet body rush of release, and I had to go and fuck it up. Perhaps there was a lesson to learn in these sessions.

Master Sweet brought the paddle up to my face and held it there. “Kiss it.” He saw my expression morph from fear to puzzlement. “Speak your question.”

“
Master, why?”
 

“
Be specific, slave.”
 

“
Sorry, Master. Why would I kiss this object? It’s only going to hurt me.”
 

“
Ask yourself how many kisses you’ve already spent on those who’ve wounded you.” He caressed my cheek with the paddle.
 

“
You will learn so much from this implement. It will take you to places inside of you that you wish you could find alone. That is not an intimacy you wish to share with a stranger.”
 

For years now my only intimacy
had
been with strangers. Which further backed up Derek’s insistence that it was time for me to change. I puckered up and with my eyes squeezed shut, kissed the paddle. Surprisingly, I felt less stupid than I expected to.

“
You have earned back the right of free, respectful speech. Good girl.”
 

It was the third time he’d said that to me. Those two little words –
good girl
– gave me chills on the back of my neck. I sought no praise in daily life, and that’s exactly what I got. The curious thrill it gave me made me want to hear it again. The idea that I had the power to make him say it, make him call me his good girl, simply through obedience, ignited a craving within me.

He switched the paddle back to his spanking hand and rested it against me, right where the base of my ass blended with the backs of my thighs.

“
You are making progress, but you still have much to learn.”
 

“
Yes, Master Sweet.” I resigned myself to the punishment, and even thought I might be beginning to understand it. I should have remained still. And next time, I knew I would. If only to hear him tell me I was good.
 

“
Let us continue with that lesson. We will start with ten.”
 

I held my breath. He swatted the paddle against me, so swiftly that it felt like a bite. I couldn’t contain the small scream that leapt from my throat.

“
Count it.”
 

“
One,” I squeaked.
 

Another swat. Another squeal. “T...two.”

Swat.
“Three!” Fierce determination infused my voice with an animalistic frenzy.

With every blow that landed, I felt a brand new white flower of pain against my skin. This was a much more intense punishment than my warm-up. But for all that, I somehow knew I could take it. The Master had already found parts of me I never knew I’d lost, and I sensed he had much more strength than he was using right now. Letting go of control, allowing myself to be cared for and punished by the Master was already having an effect on my stress levels.

With every blow the weight on my shoulders – the money, the investments – seemed to lighten. As if the quakes running through my body were dislodging everything, sending it into some abyss. Stroke by stroke the world shrunk. By the seventh, my entire universe consisted of the stinging red skin on my ass and thighs.

There was peacefulness to that realization. Though painful for the moment, the simplicity of life within these walls was a pleasant relief. The tightness in my chest released with the eighth stroke, and I let out a long controlled breath. A smooth, involuntary moan rode out on it. Master’s voice pressed through the nothingness in my mind.

“
You are a swift learner. Perhaps I will relieve you of the final two strokes.”
 

I swam back into full consciousness. “No, Master. Please.” Two hours ago I would have thought he was cutting me slack. Now it felt like I was being short-changed.

“
Excellent. You will indeed make a fine sub.” He delivered the final two strokes in rapid time, the second seeming almost to mount the first, to multiply the sting
. I stabbed a sharp breath into my lungs and held it as long as I could, holding the scream that wanted to shoot from me. For seconds that felt like hours I squeezed against that sound, compressed it from coal to diamond, until finally it shot loose like a breathy climax.
 

I’d barely noticed the tears this time. Even crying felt luxurious within these walls. In the business world, tears are pitiful. Here, they were cathartic, simply because they were natural.

Wordlessly, Chloe approached and took the paddle from Master’s hand. I propped my ass a little higher, waiting for him to rub at the skin.

Instead, I felt Chloe’s presence right behind me again as she worked loose the knots that bound my knees. She helped me off Master’s lap and held me up while my legs fought to stay solid. Then she led me to stand with my face in the corner of the room.

Master’s body pressed up against my back, and I ached for his soothing hands on my traumatized ass. Instead, he drew my wrists above my head and tied the rope to an iron ring. He ran his hands down the rope until they rested over mine. There was a kindness in his voice as it curled into my ear.

“
You have thirty minutes to think on this. To consider why you needed your behavior corrected. When the time has passed I will return. Further good behavior will earn further rewards.”
 

“
Yes, Master.”
 

He swept his hands down the length of my arms and then pushed away from me. The heat of his hard body left me. I heard Chloe follow Master out of the room and I jumped a little as they turned off the lights.

Only the barest illumination crept in past the velvet curtain. I dared not look around. Master had not said anything either way, but I sensed his desire in this matter was for me to remain in position, as still as possible.

The vicious song of agony on my ass had eased slightly. I heard various noises outside the room. Domestic noises, cups clanging on saucers, and I felt a surge of something so ancient as to be almost unrecognizable.

Jealousy.

Chloe was serving tea to Master. I wanted to be out there. I wanted to be where Master Sweet was.
My Master
. Even rolling those words through my mind gave me a surge of heat in my belly.

The blood was slowly draining from my arms, but I was grateful for the support of the ring. My body was still recovering from the cocktail of adrenaline and emotion that Master’s discipline had awakened in me. My ass was craving the soothing touch of His warm hands.

I felt at a loss to explain my feelings. In what amounted to no time, I had formed an enormous, but bizarre, attachment to Master Sweet. There had been something comfortable about him from the moment I’d arrived. Though dangerous-looking with that dark mask, the tone of his voice had been comforting and familiar. Too familiar, even. He’d spoken like a parent, or a confidant. I had willingly given trust – a treasure I hoarded more tight-fistedly even than money. His Mastery was brilliant and complete. I concentrated on that for a short while as the sting in my cheeks mellowed to a throb, matching the beat of my heart.

And now I found myself here in this darkened room, alone, feeling as if I were nothing to Him. As if I had failed Him. And I had never failed at anything in my life.

But you are failing at life.
Derek’s words came back to me, but this time I saw them for what they were. Truth. Maybe not
the
truth, but certainly
a
truth.

The realization hit me as hard as the paddle had.

Everything Master said had proved true. He had found the little seed of my true self. The seed I’d buried so long ago in the hope it would never see the light of day. The person I’d hidden.

My tears came in earnest now. Maybe I was channeling some childhood memory, or maybe it was just a dam bursting. But now that Master had stripped away my defenses the force of them was too much for me to contain. They coursed down my cheeks, over my lips. They hit my breasts and tickled their way down my body as if washing me clean of myself. I released all tension and simply hung from the iron ring, all my weight cutting the rope into my wrists.