As for Alex, Liam couldn’t tell if she wanted to go or stay. For the last two days she’d behaved impeccably as a submissive. She was quiet and demure, working hard for Daniel during the day, both at her chores and her training. She’d stopped playing the coquette, instead seeming intent to learn what she could. She responded to any sexual attention with passion and lust, trembling with desire at their touch as was proper for a sex slave. Yet she never said a word about what might happen once the week ended. Perhaps she too was afraid of the outcome, uncertain of her own desires in the matter.
After dinner, Liam changed and met his slaves in the playroom. Daniel was eager to demonstrate Alex’s newfound skills for Liam. “She’s come a long way in such a short time,” he said, the pride clear in his voice. He led Alex into the middle of the room. She was naked, save for leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a collar of leather with silver O-rings around her throat.
Liam sat in the chair, prepared for a sexy show. Daniel was dressed in bikini underwear, his cock bulging sexily against the sheer fabric. His tan skin glowed over his strong physique. The girl looked delicate and petite beside him. Daniel brought a small stepladder and a length of sturdy chain. He climbed the ladder and hung the chain from a thick hook embedded in the ceiling. Alex watched with wide eyes.
“Lift your arms high overhead,” he said. Alex obeyed. He clipped her cuffs together and then to the length of chain, pulling it taut until she was forced to stand on tiptoe. He wrapped a thick red satin sash around her head, blindfolding her. “What shall I use tonight, Sir?” he asked Liam.
“The cane,” Liam said without hesitation. Alex drew in a sharp breath but otherwise remained still. Daniel retrieved the cane, slicing it cruelly through the air as he returned to her. He touched her back lightly with his hand and Alex jumped.
“Shh,” he soothed. “You can do this, beautiful girl. You’ve shown me in the past few days what you’re capable of. I want you to fly tonight. For me. For us. Show our Master how disciplined you’ve become. Make me proud.” He continued to stroke her back as he spoke. Liam could see the girl relaxing at his touch and his soft words. Daniel really was a natural Dom, he thought not for the first time.
He no longer felt threatened by this revelation. Over the course of the week, Daniel had continually demonstrated that he loved Liam with all his heart and wanted to continue to submit to him and him alone, despite his ability and desire to Dom Alex. Perhaps, he thought suddenly, Alex was not a threat, but the key to keeping what they had between them fresh and alive.
Daniel whispered something in Alex’s ear. She took a deep breath and he struck her ass with the thin rod. Alex gasped. He struck her again. Liam could see the red lines rising in the mirror behind Alex. She swayed in her bonds with each stroke of the cane but didn’t cry out.
Ten times he marked the girl before returning to the whip wall. Alex’s breath was shallow and ragged. Yet when Daniel touched her, she stilled, slowing her breathing as she tried to focus, not on the pain, but on serving her Master. Daniel, it seemed, had taught her well.
This time it was the flogger that kissed her with its leather tresses. Alex moaned softly and swayed back to meet the whip with her body. Daniel began lightly at first, careful of her tender, abraded flesh. Soon however he used more force, covering her back, ass and thighs with a rain of leather.
Again Alex’s breath quickened. When Daniel struck her breasts, she began to dance on her toes, twisting to avoid the lash. He focused again on her ass, the steady stroke of the flogger rhythmic in his hand. Liam knew the pain was mounting, rising to the point where she would either lose her grace and cry out for Daniel to stop or transcend above it to the exalted place he could only observe with envy.
Though he’d seen it happen a hundred times before with Daniel, it never ceased to enthrall him when a submissive entered that state of grace where pleasure and pain ceased to exist as separate experiences. He watched as Alex’s head fell back, her lips parting, her breath deepening and slowing. Daniel whispered, “Yes,” the sibilant word drawn out as he continued to stroke her skin with the flogger. Daniel’s cock was rigid in his underwear, the fat head poking out from the waistband as he danced around Alex, weaving his magic.
Just when Liam would have stopped, Daniel dropped the flogger and brought his arms lightly around the girl. He had understood, as not all Doms would, it was his responsibility to know when to stop because once in that state, the sub literally loses the ability to protest. She no longer experiences pain as such, and while under the influence of the heady trance might allow herself to be harmed. It was up to the Master to gauge when to stop the scene.