Sub's Night Out (2 page)

"Spread your legs when you kneel before me; I wish to have access to you at all times. Do not cross your legs in front of me, ever!" My mind had dropped into a trance-like state, not knowing or caring too much who watched on. He reached down, and a glimpse of wood caught my eye before I felt the pinch of his fingers on my clit again.

"You are so wet; I don't know if this will hold. Will you tell me what you have inserted inside you now?" he asked. I guess this was my chance to redeem myself. In for a penny...

"No, Sir; it is a surprise." One corner of my mouth upturned, and an eyebrow rose, almost daring him to use whatever he held.

I felt the pressure increase as he pinched tighter; Sir's other hand reached down to clip the wooden peg to my clit. It took on the first try, and I drew backwards. The pain, so sharp, shocked my system. The chain attached to my collar was yanked forward. My head was now only inches from his feet.

"Tell me what I wish to know." His voice was soft, but authoritarian. I just shook my head from side to side and said nothing. He tugged the chain upward, assuming full control over my body. My back straightened, head lowered, eyes now closed. The weight of the padlock on the back of my collar began to place pressure on my throat. I swallowed hard against it, and it lifted slightly, but not enough for relief. My left nipple ring was pulled out, extending the nipple impossibly, and a peg was clipped behind the ring on the fleshy areola, my ring sitting out straight, as if reaching for my Sir.

Once the other peg was placed in the same manner on my right breast, I was asked again, "Tell me what you have inside you." This time my face was lifted to look upon his and my insubordination was clearly beginning to frustrate him. He required my full and utter submission; he was realizing that my spirit does not submit that easily.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, the pain coursing through my body from the core, only just subsiding into a dull ache. In my position, I was not to move. My knees were aching, my feet beginning to go numb from the lack of circulation. Sir sat and watched the activities in the dungeon room, ignoring me. His were the only desires that mattered. People chatted to him, ignoring my presence. This was fine with me because all my energy was focused on controlling the pain.

I did not even listen to the conversations, until I heard Sir say, "Of course you may take her, and she will obey you as she is to obey me. If she gives you any problems, feel free to discipline her." My head began to rise, and I remembered that I was not able to look upon the face of my Sir, or any, unless ordered to. I could not even remember hearing if it was a woman or a man to whom Sir had been talking. My chain lead was handed over to the other, and a gentle tug motioned me to stand. My feet had pins and needles that made it difficult to walk. I hoped we did not have to go far. I was led into the dungeon playroom only a few steps away. The long skirt and swagger told me that it was a Domme who lead me. This was my punishment. The pegs had only been the beginning.

As we passed the cross, I noticed someone on it.
Good, I won't be made to stand.
I was led over to the pommel horse. The collar on my neck was evenly balanced, not tugging me along or placing pressure on my throat. It seemed as if I was walking of my own free will. A hand was placed gently on my breastbone to indicate for me to stop. No words were spoken. A man in a leather collar and chaps, cock gated in a 5-ring contraption, knelt before me and buckled leather cuffs on my ankles, the clips left to dangle.

A gentle voice said, "Place your hands palm down, with arms extended in front of you." My arms rose immediately. Two more cuffs were buckled to my wrists. The leather was heavy; a pins and needles sensation shot up my legs from the pressure on my ankles.

"Walk forward to the pommel horse." I moved slowly as if in a dream. The man who had buckled my ankles now leaned forward and clipped the cuffs to the rings at the base of the horse.

"Bend forward and place your arms down the sides of the horse." Her instructions were followed to the letter. I couldn't see my Sir, but I felt sure his eyes were on me at all times. My chin rested on the horse, my long body laying the length of the top. My exposed breasts pressed against the cold vinyl, adding pressure to the pegs. The Mistress clipped the cuffs to rings on the side. I caught a glimpse of her dark hair with a purple streak in the fringe. Her head was bent; I couldn't see her face. She finished attaching me and walked around behind me. My bare back was as yet untouched, and my ass had only had a light spank from Sir before arriving.

"I have been told that you were disobedient to your Sir. You refuse to tell him what you have inserted inside you. This is against his rules." Her sultry voice went on. "It has been decided that I am to punish you fully till you tell me what it is. Do you understand?"

I nodded to show my understanding.

"Do you have anything you wish to tell me?" Again an out, but I was too intrigued to see what would happen next. "When you are asked a direct question you must answer. If you do not, you will be whipped. Again I ask you, do you have anything you wish to tell me?"

"No, M'lady," I responded quietly.

"Well then, you will be punished until you comply with your Sir's demand."

From my position on the pommel horse, I began to wonder if I should have said something about the silver balls earlier. The Domme was walking around me. My wrists and ankles were fastened securely. The peg on my clit began to throb. The Domme raised my skirt to expose my behind and rubbed my ass cheeks firmly, squeezing and patting them, each pat getting a little harder until the first smack came down on my right cheek. My breath was held tight in my chest and came rushing out from between gritted teeth with the second smack.

"Do you know the safe word?" her sensual voice whispered in my ear.

"Yes, M'lady," I replied.

"I suppose I will begin with that cheeky ass of yours, then. You have been a very naughty girl and deserve to be spanked for your insolence." Her hand came down six times on each cheek, each one harder than the one before. My insides were quivering; my engorged clit held tight with the peg, I was melting from the inside out.

"She is gaining too much pleasure from this, Lady. You might need to use one of your tools."

"I think you're right, Sir. Which do you prefer the markings of?"

"Her cheeks are so deliciously fleshy that the crop leaves a nice impression on them."

I knew that he had been watching the whole time. I shifted my hips just enough to take the pressure off my sex. Immediately a hand came down on my ass and pushed it back into place,

"Did I tell you to move?"

"No, M'lady, it's just—"

"A simple yes or no will do!" She brought the crop across my cheeks. My head raised and my back arched, pushing my hips further onto the horse, the intensity through my clit was peaking. I did not know if I could hold off much longer.

"It is time we went back to the basics of discipline. Do you know how to count?" Her question seemed odd to me.

"Yes, M'lady."

"Then begin counting the strokes and remember to thank me."

"Yes, M'lady."

The first stroke of the crop came down on my ass, and her hand went immediately to soothe the area.

"One, thank you."

"How should you address me?"

"M'lady?"

"You must always address me in an appropriate manner, do you understand?"

"Yes, M'lady, Thank you, M'lady."

"We shall begin again, and if you do not do each one correctly, I will start from the beginning until you get it right, understand?"

"Yes, M'lady."

The crop came again and this time I responded softly, "One, thank you, M'lady"

"Much better, but a little louder so we can all hear you."

This made me wonder how many people were there? When we began there were only about five or six people milling around. I tried to look up but the next stroke came. "Two, thank you, M'lady."

The next one came, and my whole body jolted, it was low on my cheeks and ripples of pain shot into my asshole. "Three, thank you, M'lady."

"Louder!"

"Four, thank you, M'lady," I said, my voice aquiver.

The next two strokes came down hard and I flinched, my buttocks raised slightly off the horse to receive them in the hope that they would sting less. This was not the case. On the sixth stroke I responded, "Six, M'lady. Thank you for your tutoring."

"Did I say I was finished?"

"No, M'lady, I just assumed..."

"Well, you know you should never assume. Do you know what I want to hear?"

"Yes, M'lady."

"Are you prepared to tell me yet?"

She bent down to look upon my face, the first time I had seen her eyes; they were so clear and blue. It shocked me from my resolve not to tell her the toy I had inserted in me. "Yes, M'lady." My voice was almost a whisper.

"So what is it you have?"

"A set of silver Ben-Wah balls, M'lady."

"Ahh, this could be fun, would you like me to remove them now and show them to your Sir?"

"If that is your wish, M'lady."

"How is your clit feeling? Have you had enough of the peg yet?"

"Yes, M'lady."

"Well, perhaps I will remove them, perhaps I will not."

"As you wish, M'lady."

"Good, now you understand. You will be untied. Let us see if you are disciplined enough to take my orders without the restraints."

The Domme's boy appeared and unclipped the hooks from my wrists and ankles, leaving the heavy leather cuffs. She instructed me to stand and lift my skirt. Slowly, I rose from the horse, my head and eyes lowered. I stood before her hitched my skirt to my waist.

"Spread your legs and bend backwards." Her voice was soft again. With my back leaning on the pommel horse, I did. The pressure on my tender ass was a welcome reminder that I was hers to do with as she pleased; I only hoped that included release.

She trailed the crop down my naked breasts, across my belly and between my thighs. Her other hand reached down and snatched the peg from my clit; my eyelids fluttered as the blood rushed back to the area, and a sigh escaped me.

"You know you are not to come until I allow you to."

"Yes, M'lady."

She twitched the crop between my thighs. I stood with my feet planted and my pelvis forward to receive every stroke. The balls, now saturated, began to slip; I had to squeeze my muscles tightly. To drop them now would mean severe punishment. She stopped the swinging crop just as suddenly as she had begun. I remained standing as ordered. I could see that the room had filled while I was on show. My Sir now sat a few feet away, hand on chin, smiling his half smile.

M'lady turned to him. "Sir, do you have any further suggestions?"

"Have her kneel before me."

I was led over to my Sir; a gentle pressure on my shoulders told me to lower my body. I knelt before him, legs spread open with my skirt still held waist high. M'lady stood behind him and looked down upon me with pride. I felt like a child brought before her parents.

"You have responded well to the discipline. Now how do you respond to orders when you are not restrained?" He reached forward and grabbed my sex in his fist, squeezing the mound and entering me with his fingers.

"Ahh, yes, the silver balls. What are we to do with those?"

"Anything you wish, Sir."

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

The thought of the butt plug in my bag weighed heavily on my mind,

"Yes, Sir."

I knelt prostrate before my Sir. His silence chilled me. Had I revealed the toys that I had brought earlier, I knew I could have saved myself a lot of pain and humiliation. The pain, I was not sorry that I had experienced; the humiliation was tempered only by the fact that I was unable to look upon the faces that surrounded us now.

M'lady was the first to speak. "Tell your Sir what you have had hidden from him. You now understand the consequences of secrecy."

"Yes, M'lady, I shall. If you would look in my bag, you will see the item I have kept hidden." The revelation of its existence would cause me more shame. Sir reached down and handed my bag to M'lady. Upon opening it, the butt plug was visible only to her.

M'lady laughed. "So you wish to be stretched, to receive your Sir in your ass?"

"Yes, M'lady."

"I must say you are a surprise package." She withdrew the plug and placed it in my mouth. "This is where you shall wear it for now." M'lady left us to tie her own sub to the Cross.

The latex tasted bitter and powdery on the back of my tongue, making me gag slightly. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Sir lifted the chain, and I rose to a standing position. He led me to the toilets and told me to pee; he wished to see my stream. I had never had to pee on command before and found it difficult to begin. My naked breasts still wearing the pegs on each nipple, now comfortably numb, were shocked by the cooler air in the toilets. A shudder ran through me, and I was able to comply. My legs were spread wide and Sir watched me with his half smile, aware that I would now do anything he wished. My submission was his.

After the toilet, I was taken back to the playroom, the candles flickering as I walked, barefoot and half-naked down the corridor to who knew what. This time, he did not enter the dungeon room. He walked over to the stockade bed, now empty, and ordered me to kneel on it with my ass facing him. He removed the plug from my mouth.

"Please, Sir, if I may speak?"

"Go ahead."

"If you are to place that in between my cheeks, I must tell you that I am so close to orgasm. I have been whipped and teased, and I beg you for release."

"You may beg for it, but you may not get it. It is for me to decide whether you deserve it and whether you have paid for your earlier disobedience."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir" was my meager reply. How could I not obey this man, who had given me pleasure? Before tonight, I had only my fantasies of a scenario like this. To be given to someone and told that you are to submit to them without question; it was something I had dreamed of for so long. The only thing that would make the night complete was release from the longing in my sex.