Master

“Max, we have a problem,” Jarrod said as he came into the office.

Max had just agreed to take on a new sub, so he was going over the contract. He set it down on the desk and looked up at his friend.

“Is it immediate?”

“Yes. There’s some rich snot out there thinking he’s a Dom when he’s a sub. He’s going to get eaten alive if he tries anything with an established Dom.”

“How the fuck did he get in here?”

“He’s a friend of Colton Farnsworth,” Jarrod cringed when he said the name.

“Fuck.”

Max hadn’t wanted to admit Farnsworth as a member because he was an entitled asshole. Luckily he was a sub, so Max had eventually given in and allowed it. But someone like Farnsworth strutting around like a Dom? Not at his club.

“I’m sorry, Max. I thought a few more rich members would do the club some good.”

“We don’t need the money.”

“No, but we’re not exactly overrun with qualified applicants.”

“Qualified being the operative word. This is exactly why it pays to be choosy. Knock Farnsworth onto the list of members who need to give written notice prior to bringing a guest.”

Jarrod sighed. “He’ll be pissed, but I won’t fight you on this one.”

There were three of them who owned the club together, but Max was the Dom with the most experience and longest time in the lifestyle, so he tended to take the lead.

Max followed Jarrod out into the main area of the club. He immediately zeroed in on the commotion by the bar. His chest expanded and his lips turned down as he made his way over.

A gorgeous blond was trying to get one of the unattached subs to kneel at his feet. She did as he said, but rather than keeping her eyes cast to the floor, she looked around for help. When she saw Max, her chest expanded in what looked like a relieved breath.

The blond unzipped his pants and pulled out a cock that was just as gorgeous as the man himself. Farnsworth was beside him, doing nothing to stop what was happening to the poor sub. Maybe he’d revoke the fucker’s membership after all.

“On your knees,” Max said in his Dom voice.

Farnsworth lowered to his knees. The blond looked up at Max, cock in hand.

“I said on your knees.”

Even though Max spoke directly to the kid, he looked around as if he didn’t know who Max was talking to.

“I’ll give you one last chance. On your knees or you’ll be spanked.”

“You’re confused. I’m not a sub.”

Max took the kid’s wrist away from his cock, pulled it behind his back and bent him over the barstool he’d been standing next to.

“Did you hear me? I told you I’m not a sub.”

“Well you’re not a Dom and this is my club. If you wish to leave, your safe word is ‘I’m a spoiled rotten brat’.”

“That’s not a word.”

Since his pants had already been undone, they fell to the floor. Max pulled down his boxer briefs until they pooled at his ankles as well.

“Hey—”

“Did you even do a Google search on this lifestyle before stepping into my club? A safe word can be a phrase and that’s yours.”

Max smacked the blond’s ass cheek, hard. The kid gasped but didn’t safe word. Interesting. Max smacked him again. And again. And again. The kid was panting. His cock was leaking onto the floor.

Dom, my ass, Max thought.

Max typically didn’t do more than ten swats on a virgin bottom. When he got to ten, he gave the last smack to the blond’s balls.

“Fuck,” the kid groaned then shot his load all over the floor without even a finger to his dick.

Max was hard as a rock. He pulled his hips back so as not to scare the kid, who was probably heterosexual. He leaned down to whisper into his ear.

“Doms don’t usually come from being spanked alone. That’s typically a sub characteristic. As hot as that was to watch, I don’t want to see you in my club again until you get your head out of the ass I just reddened.”

Max squatted down and pulled up the kid’s pants. He was so stunned, he just stood there, so Max zipped and buttoned his pants as well. He took the kid by the arm and led him into his office.

“Give me your driver’s license.”

“What?”

The kid was still dazed. Probably having a hard time computing that he liked being spanked. Max held out his hand.

“Give me your driver’s license.”

The kid handed over his entire wallet. Max pulled out his ID. Tyler Wilton. Twenty-four years old. Blond hair, green eyes, Five-foot-eleven, weighing in at one-hundred-fifty-eight pounds. It all seemed accurate.

“Are you calling the police?” Tyler asked.

“No. I’m banning you from my club. That behavior is unacceptable. Even if you were a Dom, you’d need to negotiate with a sub before expecting her to kneel and pleasure you. And what would you have given her in return?”

“In return?”

Max shook his head in disgust. “Yes, it’s called a power exchange. You should both be getting something you need from any scene or exchange. Subs are not sex slaves.”

“What did you get from that scene out there?” Tyler asked.

“I got to take my aggressions out on your ass and you got to shoot your load.”

“But we didn’t negotiate.”

Tyler’s tone was that of a cocky teenager, but Max saw something in his eyes, a desperation. He wanted more.

“Are you hetero?” Max asked.

“What?”

“Are you heterosexual? Bisexual? Pansexual? Demisexual? I doubt you’re asexual, but anything’s possible.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I mean. I thought I was hetero until you just made me come harder than I ever have in my life.”

Max took a deep breath. So Tyler did want more, needed more. Strangely, Max was willing to give it to him, or maybe refer him to a Domme if he wasn’t interested in playing with Max.

“Kneel,” Max said.

Tyler awkwardly got to his knees.

“Take your cock out.”

“What?”

“The correct answer is ‘yes, Master’.”

Tyler swallowed. “Yes, Master.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his half-hard dick.

He’d been totally flaccid after coming on the floor. This was very interesting.

“We’re keeping the same safe word phrase. Do you remember what it is, Ty?”

He frowned. “It’s Tyler.”

“Not in this room. Do you remember the safe word phrase?”

“Yeah.”

Max cleared his throat.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, boy.”

Ty smiled and lifted his shoulders, then frowned.

Probably confused at how good it felt to please his master.

“Unzip my pants and take out my cock,” Max said.

Ty hesitated, licked his lips, swallowed, then reached up and did as he was told. When he reached in and took Max’s cock in his hand, he squeezed it experimentally.

Max groaned.

“Did that turn you on then too…Master?”

“Oh yes. You came hands free from a spanking. It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

Ty smiled and gave Max’s cock another squeeze.

“Lick it,” Max said. “Lick my cock. Tell me if you like how it tastes.”

Again, Ty swallowed.

Just as Max thought he was going to safe word, Ty leaned forward. His tongue swiped at the drop of precum that had beaded at Max’s slit. Ty pulled back, his expression thoughtful.

“Saltier than I thought but not bad,” Ty said then leaned forward and sucked the head into his mouth.

Max moaned when Ty pressed the tip of his cock to the roof of his mouth, then sucked. He swallowed more down. When the head reached Ty’s throat, he gagged a little but didn’t even pull back, he just kept gagging himself on Max’s cock.

“Fuck,” Max groaned. “You are such a good little cocksucker. You’re a natural.”

Ty hummed in pleasure.

Max looked down to find that Ty too was fully erect.

“You like this, don’t you? You like sucking my cock?”

Ty nodded and tried to say ‘yes, Master,’ around Max’s erection. Max smiled and ran his fingers through Ty’s hair.

“Look how sexy your mouth looks, stretched around my cock. Do you want me to come down your throat?”

Ty’s eyes fluttered closed and he moaned.

“If I give you the gift of my cum, will you swallow it all down? I don’t want you to waste a drop.”

Ty groaned and nodded. Then he started gagging himself again. When he gagged, it felt like heaven on the tip of Max’s cock but he wanted to show Ty a better way.

“Tilt your neck back.” Max grabbed Ty’s hair and pulled it so Ty’s head leaned back to the prefect angle.

Ty moaned when Max pulled his hair.

Max groaned when his cock slid in a few more inches, almost to the hilt. “Such a good cocksucker,” he praised. “Deep throating is a skill not all can master, and yet here you are on your first try.

Ty breathed hard through his nose. His eyes were heavy lidded but full of pleasure.

“Do you want me to use you for my pleasure, Ty?”

Ty pulled back until just the head of Max’s dick was in his between his lips. It was as if he didn’t want to take it completely out of his mouth. His words were still muffled, but clear enough to be understood.

“Yes, Master. Please use me for your pleasure.”

Max smiled. “Such a good boy.”

Ty tilted his head back to the perfect angle and waited. Max ran his fingers through Ty’s hair. “When you learn the pleasure of obedience, you will be a treasure any Dom would be proud to have.”

With that, Max thrust all the way in. He held her for a moment. Ty swallowed around the head of his cock, which made him groan. He wasn’t going to last long. The excitement of breaking in a new sub, one that had never been with a man, had his libido surging.

Max placed Ty’s hands on his thighs. “You can’t speak and for a few seconds at a time, you won’t be able to breathe. I know what’s safe and I’m asking you to trust me, but if you get scared or need air, pinch my thigh and I will pull out.

Ty nodded, but kept his head tipped back.

Max thrust back in, this time to the hilt. He had a fairly large cock so not all who tried could press their nose to his groin. Ty did it on his first try.

“So good,” Max praised.

He held Ty’s head and thrust in, grinding his pubis against Ty’s mouth.

Ty moaned.

Instead of pinching Max’s thighs, Ty was kneading them, massaging them. Max pulled back a little to be sure, but Ty followed him with his mouth, wanting more.

“So eager. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? I’d love to hear you beg. I’d love to hear that plea in your voice as you beg me to come.”

Ty looked up at him. Their eyes locked and Ty answered with the heat in his eyes. He wanted that too.

“I’m going to come. Max cupped Ty’s head again. He thrust into his throat again, again, again. On the last thrust, Ty swallowed at exactly the right moment. Max growled and shot his load.

Ty choked a little but swallowed, then swallowed again until Max was done. He pulled back slowly because his cock was still hard. He didn’t want to hurt Ty’s neck.

“You did excellent for your first time,” Max said. “You may stand.”

Ty stood, his erection pointing right at Max.

“I think it’s safe to say you are a sub and you may be bisexual.”

“Do you have a sub?” Ty asked.

“I’m in negotiations with a sub right now.”

“Oh,” Ty looked down as the floor.

“I’m negotiating with a woman. Obviously I’m bisexual. I’d be open to negotiating with you if you’d like to explore this lifestyle.”

“You would?” Ty looked up at him.

“Yes. You are an excellent and eager learner when you apply yourself. Are you interested?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, now lets take care of your erection. I have a feeling you’ll be very good at edging.”

Ramona

It felt good to be on her knees. Ramona hadn’t knelt for anyone in over a year. She missed the things she got from the lifestyle but she was hesitant.

Her new Dom had agreed to a trial period of ninety days. She’d been told he usually provided that to his subs, and for himself. But her trust was shot. Would he be kind for three months before showing this true colors?

Her other masters hadn’t waited. Hopefully Master Max wouldn’t wait either. On paper they seemed a great match. Their soft and hard limits were similar. The only thing that concerned her — beyond the words he might use against her — was that he tended to like a little harder impact play than she did.

Ramona took comfort in the fact he had another sub that was beginning to work with Master concurrently. Normally, she liked to be the only sub. Her past experience was that multiple subs competed and threw each other under the bus to gain their Master’s approval.

For now, she was just grateful Master had someone else to use his canes on. The other sub was a man and in her experience a man liked more impact play. Then again, would that mean he would be Master’s favorite?

The door clicked and swung open. She saw Master’s feet come into view. He stood before her, his bare feet standing wide.

“You have lovely form, Mona.”

Her eyes fluttered with the joy of such a compliment. “Thank you, Master.”

“You understand what this scene is for?”

“Yes, Master.”

It was a test scene. Now that the contract was ready to sign, they would play and fuck before actually signing. It was to verify they were sexually compatible and both wanted to go forward.

“Thank you for leaving your hair in a ponytail. I love the color and texture of your hair. I will be careful not to let it get caught in any bindings.”

She swallowed, “Thank you, Master.”

She usually but it in a topknot because she’d had more than one master pull too hard and her last master had been careless enough to get it caught in a chain. They’d had to cut her out.

Master walked around her. He hummed his approval and the sound tickled her clit. “You’ve selected your safe word?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And it’s a word you’ve not used before as I requested?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What is your safe word to be, Mona?”

“Salt and Pepper, Sir.”

He chuckled. Did he know it was because of his hair? Master was older than any Dom she’d ever had. He was practically revered in the local community.

She’d moved to Seattle a year ago, after breaking her contract with her last Dom three months early. She’d joined a few online chats but hadn’t had the nerve to go to a club until about four months ago.

It had been Master’s club she’d gone to. She hadn’t heard one bad word about Master or his two business partners. But when she’d put out feelers about needing to be re-initiated into the lifestyle, the references had resoundingly been for Master Max.

“I will accept either word — ‘salt’, ‘pepper’, or the entire phrase.”

“Thank you, Master.”

She smiled at his thoughtfulness. Sometimes it was hard to get more than one word out.

“You may stand.”

Mona bit her lip as she stood. This was it.

“This way,” Master said and she followed him to the other side of the play room.

Her former master hadn’t done much physically beyond her limits so she still had enough trust to be bound. He’d always stopped when she safe worded, even though she’d only safe worded when he tried to do something that was a hard limit for her. It was the words he’d used that caused her hesitance.

Master pulled down a bar that hung from the ceiling. He held his hand out and Ramona placed her wrists in his hands. He bound her wrists with fleece-lined leather cuffs that he attached to the bar, which he raised until her body naturally stood in an ‘X’ formation.

Master walked a circle around her, touching parts of her with the tips of his fingers. Her entire body felt sensitized by his gentle touches.

“So feminine,” he said.

She could see he was hard, so she didn’t think he was lying. In truth, she did have a lot of curves. Men tended to gravitate toward her large breasts, but Master kept touching her hips, thighs, and ass. Was he an ass man?

“You have a preference for blindfolds. Would you like to be blindfolded?”

Ramona thought about it. He had no way of knowing she liked the blindfold so she wouldn’t have to see any looks of disgust about stretch marks or the roundness of her stomach or the jiggle of there thighs.

“No thank you, Master.”

“Good. I’d prefer to see your eyes. I won’t always give you the choice.”

“Yes, Master.”

He turned and walked to a chest of drawers. Ramona squeezed her inner muscles and hoped he picked out some nipple clamps.

He turned with a beautiful pair of nipple clamps held together by an ornate silver chain. A drip of wetness slid down her inner thigh. She’d missed this. There was another piece in his hand. She knew what it was but didn’t know what it would feel like.

“I purchased these for you so they’re yours whether you choose to continue our relationship or not. I thought the silver chain would look beautiful against the tan skin of your belly.”

The fact that he used beautiful and her belly in the same sentence had her nose burning.

“Are you alright, Mona? I will rely on you to tell me what you need. I know it’s been a while since you’ve done a scene. I’ll allow you to use the word ‘yellow’ to slow things down without stopping the scene until we decide otherwise.”

A sob escaped her. Why was his kindness doing this to her? She loved to be spanked and bound. No master had ever been so kind.

“I’ve missed this, Master. And your thoughtfulness is much appreciated.”

Master gave her a tender smile and nodded. Many subs cried or even sobbed during a scene it could be so cathartic. He was likely used to it.

“You’ve never used a clit clamp?”

“No, Master.”

He shook his head. “I’m surprised. Your pussy is so perfect. It should be adorned.”

Another sob broke free. This time he ignored it, trusting her to tell him if she needed to slow down. He flicked her nipples, making sure they were very hard before tightening the clamps on. The chain hung down and brushed against her belly.

He carried what looked like a cushioned bar stool over to her and helped her climb onto it. Master spread her thighs then bound them to the stool. She was on full display.

Master dropped a cushion onto the floor then knelt in front of her. He took the small prong-like apparatus. Master licked his lips as he rubbed his thumb up and down along her clit. Ramona tried to shift her hips but she had no leverage. He leaned in and sucked her into his mouth.

“Hah,” the sound burst from her. Master had a very talented tongue. She mewled as he held her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue.

“Close,” she said.

Master pulled back, a smug smile on his face. “Thank you,” he said. “We will slowly build trust but I’m happy to know you won’t come without permission.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He lifted the clamp and surround her clit with the little prongs coated in silicone. He did something that locked it in place. Ramona groaned. She loved it just as much as the nipple clamps. It was pleasure and pain in one.

Master stood and went back to the draws. He returned with a vibrator and a condom wrapper. Another drop of wetness slid from her opening. Unless he moved her, he was going to fuck her face to face. She wanted that.

He knelt before her again. The vibrator hummed to life and her hips shifted as much as they could, preparing for the sensations.

Master didn’t go straight for her clit, instead he pressed the vibrator to one of her nipples. She sucked in a breath. The vibrations were powerful for such a little purple piece of silicone and plastic. When he moved to her other nipple, Mona arched her back and moaned. By the time Master pulled away, she was panting.

She closed her eyes to appreciate the reprieve even as she missed the sensations. Before she opened her eyes, he pressed the vibrator against her clit. Ramona screamed. The pleasure was sharp. Her back arched as she tried to curve her pelvis toward her master’s hand. It was too much and yet she wanted more.

“Close,” she ground out between clenched teeth.

She wanted to come so badly, but she couldn’t hold the word in and disappoint Master. He pulled away.

“Such a good little sub,” he pet the lips of her pussy as he praised her.

When her breathing started to even out, he started all over again. She almost became delirious as she lost track of how many times Master brought her to the edge without giving her permission to come.

“Please, Master,” she begged. “I don’t know if I can hold back anymore.”

“It’s important to know our limits, little one.”

He turned off the vibrator and set it aside. Then he picked up the condom wrapper and stood.

“Please, Master,” she said again. “Please fuck me.”

“Such pretty words. You’re beautiful when you beg, Mona. How could any Dom resist?”

His words were as powerful as a caress. She licked her lips when he pulled out his cock. She’d love to taste him. He rolled the condom over his erection and stepped up to her. The stool put her at the perfect height for him.

“I hope we continue, Mona because I’d love to fuck you bare and watch my seed drip from you.”

The images that bombarded her made her groan. They’d agreed to be tested and do away with rubbers. She’d only allowed one other Master to do that, but knew the wait time for the tests would give her time to make sure this was right for her.

Master surged into her. He gripped her hips and thrust into her hard, hard, hard. And so good. His hands slid down to cup her ass and give him more leverage.

For the first time in her sexual history, she had an urge to wrap her arms around her master’s neck and hold him to her as he fucked her.

He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, he pulled back a little and bit her earlobe. Tears pricked her eyes. Was this what it was supposed to be? She got all the things she needed but still a tender lover?

“Please,” she begged. “Please fuck me hard, Master.”

“Squeeze me, Mona,” he demanded.

She tightened her inner muscles and Master groaned. His thrusts became harder, faster. He reached between them and loosened the nipple clamps.

“You may come,” he said.

The zap of pain from the blood surging to her nipples threw her over the edge. Master’s hand went to her clit. When the clamp released and he flicked her, Mona screamed. Her back arched, her vision flashed white and her body convulsed.

In the distance, Master growled. The stool beneath her jerked with his thrusts and scraped a the hardwood floor. Master’s fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass.

“You did so well, Mona.”

When she opened her eyes, Master had undone her thighs and released her wrists. He scooped her up off the stool. She squeaked but didn’t protest as he carried her to the bed in the corner of the room.

“I hope you decide to continue under my care. It’s apparent the lifestyle is still something you need.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Tyler

Tyler felt like his sex life was upside down and backward. The rest of his life had never been better. Now that he was calmer, he could see that he’d been spiraling out of control. He’d never realized how much one aspect of his life affected the rest.

He’d never touched a man sexually before Master had spanked him and made him come in the middle of his BDSM club. Tyler did miss having sex with a woman, but he wasn’t unsatisfied sexually.

Master said they would settle into seeing each other a few times a week, but for now, Tyler was to call him every time he was desperate. He’d practically seen Master every day. So while he felt a little like a sex addict, the rest of his life was steadily improving.

He paced back and forth across the living room of his condo. He was going to call Master again. He’d just seen him yesterday. Tyler’s ass still stung and yet he wanted more.

Giving up the fight, Tyler texted Master to see if he was available. He wasn’t sure which nights Master saw his other sub. The idea of a woman sub intrigued Tyler. He’d thought he might enjoy playing master. He never thought he’d love submitting so much more.

He was sure Master wouldn’t change her scenes to accommodate Tyler, but Master had not once had him wait more than a few hours.

He wondered what she looked like, what she smelled like, what she tasted like. Did she like impact play as much as Tyler did?

The thought of watching Master with a woman, of submitting to Master with the woman, had his cock pressing against his zipper. Would Master order Tyler to kiss her, to lick her pussy, to fuck her?

He groaned and gingerly sat on the sofa. The sting helped him get his wayward cock under control. His cell phone buzzed. He puffed out a relieved breath when he read Master’s text.

Be here in an hour.

Even his texts were commanding.

An hour later, Tyler was naked, kneeling by the door in the play room, his asshole on display for Master to see. Tyler clenched his ass cheeks. He hadn’t yet let Master fuck him. He was barely coming to terms with the idea that he wanted Master to fuck him.

Yet, his body wanted it. Today was the day. Master had played with his ass and the skin around his opening was unbearably sensitive, but he’d been hesitant to let anything but the smaller butt plugs penetrate him. It wasn’t the pain of stretching that stopped him from proceeding. It was the idea that he was so fucked up he’d rather let Master beat and fuck him than try to have a normal relationship with a woman.

When Master’s bare feet and the hem of his jeans came into view, Tyler swallowed. He figured he’d better say it or he was going to chicken out. “Master?”

“What is it, Ty?”

At first Tyler had hated the nick name. His family was rather formal, so no one had ever shortened his name. Now, it seemed like a private thing between him and Master. He liked that.

“I think I’m ready for you to fuck me, Master.”

“You think? I won’t push forward with ‘I think’.”

“I’m ready, Master. It’s not fear of the act that’s holding me back. I love the burn when you stretch me with your fingers or a plug. It’s the thought of other people’s ideas about what we’re doing.”

Master took a deep inhale. “People can be very judgmental, but to be honest, I’ve faced more prejudice from being in the BDSM lifestyle than I have from being bisexual.”

“So you were always bisexual?” Ty looked up. He knew it was against the rules, but he wanted to see Master’s face.

Master squatted down until he was almost eye level with Tyler. “I’ve always liked both, but my story isn’t your story. We don’t have to have penetrative sex, Ty.”

“But I want it. My ass tingles when you touch it. I want you inside me, stretching me, fucking me.”

Master closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I must allow you to speak more during scenes, Ty. You’re dirty talk is very sexy. I do want to fuck you if that’s what you really want.”

“It is.”

“If you’re worried about what others think, I never divulge what happens in my play room. My friends will probably assume I’m fucking you because they know my preferences, but I don’t confirm or deny. Others in the community have different levels of intimacy between them, so most don’t assume anything.”

“I’m not worried about what others in the community think, it’s outside the community.”

“That, I have even less control over. But I would never divulge anything about our relationship.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Master. I do. More than I trust probably anyone else. It’s just been a struggle to get out of my own head.”

“Ah, now that I can help with. I’ll prep you slowly and—”

“Please don’t, Master. I love the burn.”

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