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Chapter
Eleven
Leighton

 

“Evening, Kev.”
I say to the doorman as I walk past him, skipping the queue outside. The people
standing in the blistering cold have another thing coming if they actually
think they are getting in. It is easier to make this look like a normal
nightclub, than try and hide it. They let people queue thinking they have a
chance of getting in to dance here, but they’ll all be disappointed when they
are once again told that the club is full, and nobody is permitted to enter.

“Evening, Sir.
Nice to see you again, it’s been a while.” It has, just over a year to be
precise. The last time I had been here was the day before I met, Abigail.

“Sir,” he nods
to Scott, beside me, as he holds the door open for us.

I walk into the
lightened area of the lobby, the pulsing sound of the music pounding from
behind the set of doors. I can already smell the slight tinge of sweat in the
air. I breathe in deeply, letting it seep into my core.

I walk to the
reception area to sign in as is requested. The most petite little woman is sat
behind the desk, her body perfectly upright, her posture outstanding. Her eyes
sparkle at me as I write my name and membership number down. She isn’t
permitted to talk, not unless her master has told her too, we all understood
her lack of vocabulary. The beautiful black collar fixed around her slender
throat tells me that she is in fact taken, and by the looks of the lock, by a
tough fucking master.

The people here,
at ‘The Den’ are serious about the scene. They aren’t some want-to-be Dom or
sub. Some have practised the art of D/s for most of their adult life, if not
all. This is a tight nit community, in which people know their place, and I am
glad to be a part of it, to be a part of a safe,  non-judging, professional
group of people.

“Have a good
night, Pet.” I tell the girl behind the counter, as I walk through the huge
double doors that conceal the communal area. The potent air attacks me first,
the scent of arousal, fear, sweat, blood and downright raw sexual magnetism. I
inhale it in, letting it calm me. I currently have five lines worth of cocaine
in my system. I feel chilled, happy and ecstatic to be here. Even when it has
worn off, the atmosphere here will keep me going.

“Where to first,
Boss, want to observe a little, or just get straight down to finding a willing
sub?” Scott asks me keenly. I know he hasn’t been here much since I met Abbi,
so I can see why he took such a disliking to her to start with. This is our
thing; we always come together a multitude of time in a week. I just like to watch
him with a beautiful submissive, normally they are brats with him, craving the punishment,
they knew he’d dish out. He may be an arrogant arse, but he is sexy for sure,
muscular, tall, built, and his eyes are captivating. The man holds a phenomenal
skill with a bullwhip that makes me even go weak at the knees. You can place a
peg anywhere on someone’s body and he can detach it without even touching the
person.

“Straight to it,
I think. I can't see Kalina anywhere, so I’m assuming she is busy, but I can
see Delilah over there doing nothing but feeling sorry for herself.” Delilah is
one the best subs I have ever trained. She is so graceful, beautiful and craves
pain like a true masochist. Lucky for me because I can be a sadistic fucking
bastard when I wanted to be, especially on the cocaine high I am currently
experiencing.

“Perfect.” Scott
said with a mischievous gleam in his eye. His American accent makes me want to
pin the fucker down and stop him from talking, just to give my cock a break for
a second or two. Why do I insist on hiring such good-looking men? Luckily,
Scott and Ant are down for me pounding the shit out of them to work it out of
my system when it got too much to handle.

I walk in front
of him, leading him. I am sometimes dungeon monitor here; I know the layout,
the submissives and their dominants, the slaves and their masters, off by heart.
I know who belongs to whom, and I know Delilah has no one. She just comes here
in hope that someone will give her a little attention, that someone with the
ability to take her to the subspace she desperately craves but so rarely
achieves.

Her eyes flicker
to me when she acknowledges me heading her way. I can see the edges of her
cupids bow lips wanting to smile at me, but she knows better. She drops to her
knees in an instant, her head dropping and her palms on her thighs. God, she is
just too perfect.

“Eyes up, pet.”
I command her.

Her head lifts
immediately, her eyes fixated on mine as she awaits my next command. This feels
so fucking good, so wonderful to have this power and control back in my life.

“Good girl. Now,
you know my rules sweetness, you know your safe word.” I stroke the loose
tendril hanging from her tight up do. Most of the submissives wore their hair
up, it is easier and safer when scening.

“Yes, Sir.” She
repeats back quietly.

“Stand.” My deep
tone has her on her feet in a flash.

“Scott, what
would you like to do to our little pet?” his eyes pop open, he isn’t used to me
letting him have a go first.

“Leighton,
really?” Scott questions me, clearly thinking he is in some sort of dream.

“Sure, go ahead.
I'm in the mood to watch those skills you possess.” If I am honest with myself,
I just want to watch the muscle in his biceps flex and tense as he brings the
tip of his whip down against her smooth pale flesh.

Why I didn’t
just turn completely gay was beyond me, men are just so much easier to deal
with, but I know I’d always love some sweet pussy till the day I die. I'm just
a selfish bastard who wants the best of both worlds.

“Wall.” Scott
approaches Delilah, ordering her to the shackles and restrains attached to the
concrete.

She turns on her
heels and stalks to the empty area, leaving her back to us, she stands
perfectly still, waiting for her master.

Scott whispers
something in her ear, probably along the lines of, ‘Now, pet, I know how you
crave the pain, but if it gets too much, please tell me.’

I faintly hear
her reply, ‘yes sir’ as Scott begins to attach the leather cuffs to both of her
wrists. He then places a spreader bar between her ankles attaching the chains
to the wall and to the cuffs as well. Then he attaches thigh cuffs to keep her
as spread open for him as possible. God she looks so fucking flawless like
that, my cock hardens dangerously in my jeans.

“Now, my perfect
little pet, I am going to blindfold you, I won't gag you because I like to hear
those lovely screams of yours. Is that okay?” he asks her. In these scenarios,
especially with masochists because they have a tendency to push themselves too
far, it is vital to keep a trained eye on every cry and noise that exits their
mouths, to analyse their body and the rigidity of it. Scott is brilliant at
knowing when to stop, to get a submissive into her subspace and then stop.

“Yes, Sir,
please blindfold me.” She begs him, the way I know he likes, the way she knows
he likes.

“Good girl.” He
places the darkened material over her eyes and ties it around the back of her
head. “I'm going to remove these lovely clothes Delilah, is that okay?”

“Yeeess, Siiirr.”
She is becoming breathy, her heart rate is already spiking at the forthcoming
events.

“Good, now, no
more noises unless it’s your screams or safe word.” She knows better than to
answer, and just nods her head.

Scott proceeds
to remove her corset, unlacing the back and letting it drop open. He passes it
to me to place on the table I am seated near. He then gently cuts away her
delicate lacy knickers, the material shredding under his knife.

I can see her
body tensing as the cool air hits her moist pussy. It is practically dripping
already. Her skin has gooseflesh, her body already glistening with a light
sheen of sweat.

“Now, my
precious pet, I will start with the flogger and work up, but I know Leighton is
dying to get a cane to this delicious backside.” Oh fuck, the thought has my
cock pulsing uncontrollably, my erection scraping the rough teeth of my zipper.
“Isn’t that right sir?” Scott asks me.

“Yes, yes it
is.” I nod for him to continue, he needs to hurry. I need to get this energy
out of me, or I am going to end up fucking something very soon, and not in the
‘make love, smushy, mushy way.’

Scott retrieves
a nice twenty-inch tailed flogger from his bag, running the strands through his
fingers, taunting me. He knows I am about ready to combust. I think he has
clearly forgotten who the alfa-dom is here. Maybe I can remind him later.

He brings the
flogger down firmly against her juicy backside, warming her flesh up. There is
no flinch, no jolting or movement from her. This is easy for Delilah.

He whips her
with the flogger for a full ten minutes, each hit becoming harder until I can
see her arse a nice warm scarlet. He places the flogger down and retrieves his
bullwhip from inside his bag. He winds the six-foot strip around his arm and
toys with it, teasing her with the handle. He occasionally brings his hand down
against her raw backside. I can see her struggling not to moan.

“Remember your
safe word?” he asks her again, ascertaining her knowledge.

She nods again
in a desperate manor, silently begging him to continue.

“Good.” He
unwinds the whip, bringing it back and then flicking forward so the tip
connects to her skin. The cracking sound as it pierces through the air has me
breathing in deeply.

Scott whips
Delilah for twenty minutes, alternating between light teasing flicks and full
force blows that have tiny trickles of blood seeping from her skin and down her
back. Not once does she make a noise, not even to scream. The girl is crazy for
sure.

I can see her
body becoming loose, weightless as she is floating. Her subspace is approaching
fast.

“Scott, stop,
she’s nearly there.” I don't want her to over the edge just yet, I want to take
her there. Me.

He drops the
whip and turns to me. His feet move across the floor towards me, his frame
stopping in front of me. He brings his hands to my throat and squeezes
slightly, a wicked smile on his face. “Yes, Sir.” He spits at me and then pulls
me into a kiss. His hard dick is pressing against mine, his arousal so fierce
I'm not sure how he hasn’t fucked Delilah yet to relieve the pressure.

Jesus, this
seriously doesn’t help.

He lets go of my
neck, walking past me, his hand gently gliding across my crotch.

I unzip my bag
and take out my cane, the five-foot rattan gripped tightly in my palm. I relish
in the feel of it. This is right; it feels so perfect and normal.

“Now, Sweetness,
I know you like what I’m about to do, Master Scott has already asked you, but
I’m reiterating. You know your safe word?” I ask her, gently teasing her with
the cane, running it up and down the length of her back, in between her arse
cheeks. I gently tap against her red bottom.

She nods to me,
guiding me to continue.

“You may cum.” It
may sound fucked up to most people, but the pain to her is the same as being
fucked to another person. She doesn’t need the sexual stimulation to get off,
the biting of a cane against her flesh makes her explode.

I assess my cane
by taking a few swipes in the air to get a feel of it. It has been a long time
since I have used this. I can see her body tensing as every swipe sounds in the
air with a ‘whoosh’. I know this is what she craves so desperately; the most
painful impact play there is, and I am not kind with it, I know she needs this;
I need to do this to relieve the pressure in me that has been building rapidly
since receiving those photos from Kalina.

I raise the cane
back a little and bring it down harshly against her arse, the welt appearing
almost instantly against her skin. She elicits a tiny moan.

I bring it down
again three more times, one above the other an inch apart. The rattan lines her
arse nicely. I move to her back. You have to be careful where you connect in
case you damage their spine. I don't need any assistance, I have been going
this long enough to know.

I mark her
flawless back, creating a beautiful criss-crossing of purple and red welts. The
pipe concealed in my trousers is fighting very hard with itself, to stop the
cum that is sizzling in my balls, form erupting.

The last of her
flesh I am attacking is her thigh, the tender skin under the curves of her
backside. I hit repeatedly there, and on her arse again. The quick successions
causes her body to writhe in pleasure, she can't stop the screams from
exploding from her throat as she edges closer to her orgasm. As she is about to
drop I bring the cane down vertically, gating the many other welts marring her
body, horizontally.

She cries out
her release, her orgasm detonating inside of her. Her skin is damp with sweat,
her thighs coated with her creamy juices that are spilling from her cunt. Her
hands and feet are trembling as she fights to stay up.

I undo the cuffs
on every part of her body and lift her into my arms. I sit on one of the nearby
chairs, the blanket Scott has collected, wrapped around us both. The smile on
her face warms my heart. I remove her blindfold and wipe the tears of pleasure
away, before instructing her to take a few sips from a bottle of water as she
floats around in her subspace.

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