At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

He wasn’t just flattering her. He’d been gratified and delighted that the only limits she’d indicated were scat play and bestiality, neither of which was permitted at any Masters Club in any event. She had no issues with intense erotic pain, edge play of any kind, including blood play, or problems with oral sex. Nor was she looking for any kind of long-term relationship. Yes. There was no question she would be an excellent addition to the Masters Club dungeon scene. And with her beauty and poise, she’d be in high demand.

“Tell me a little bit about your BDSM background,” he probed now. “Have you ever been in a full-fledged D/s relationship?”

Jess shook her head. “I’ve always had vanilla boyfriends. I think that’s been the problem. I have dated the occasional guy I met at various BDSM clubs and kink groups, but nothing ever really panned out. I mean, so many guys seem to think if they buy a flogger, dress in black and pay their cover charge at the club, they now have carte blanche to do whatever they want with any woman in the place. Half the time, they have no idea what they’re doing, and it’s such a turn off. That’s not to say there aren’t bona fide Doms out there, but, at least in my experience, they’re few and far between.”

Cameron nodded. “I found the same thing, in reverse, back in my public club days. Women who’d never had any particular interest in D/s read a popular BDSM pulp novel for their book club. Now they think they’re into the scene. But all they really want is maybe a blindfold or a playful, pretend spanking. Fun, I suppose, as far as it goes.” He shrugged. “For me, it’s like eating a piece of hard candy versus a homemade three-layer cake with buttercream icing. Basically no comparison.”

Jess laughed, this time full-throated and full of mirth. “Yum. That sounds delicious. And it’s the perfect analogy, for sure.”

He was glad to see she was relaxing a little, but he could still sense the underlying tension in the rigid way she held herself. “Before we start,” he said, “I’d like you to do a relaxation exercise. Close your eyes, take in a deep breath and hold it for several seconds. While you hold it, say to yourself, ‘I exist for the pleasure of my Masters. This is what and where I want to be.’ Then let out the breath in a long, slow exhale, releasing any nervous energy in the process.”

With a small nod, Jess closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. Cameron took the opportunity to drink in the sight of her lovely bare body. Her nipples were erect, fairly begging for clamps. Her skin was smooth and looked very soft. It would mark so prettily beneath his whip, his crop, his cane, his hand…

After a moment, Jess opened her eyes again. “I’m ready, Sir.”

“Good. Position two. Submit.”

He watched with pleasure as, remaining on her knees, she leaned forward, lowering her forehead until it touched the mat. She lifted her ass up, keeping her legs spread wide. Finally, she extended her arms along the mat, placing one hand over the other in a properly submissive pose.

Cameron looked at the mirror on the wall behind her. It gave him an excellent view of her cunt and asshole. He resisted the urge to get to his feet and stand behind her. To lean down and cup those perfect, rounded globes.

“Kneel forward.”

Jess lifted her head and braced her hands, palms flat against the mat as she lifted herself into position. It was clear she’d been working on her form, and Cameron was well pleased.

“Good. Now, kneel back.”

Jess obliged, lifting herself upright and then leaning back on her arms, which were extended straight down behind her. She wasn’t quite as smooth in her execution of this pose, and he corrected her verbally as to proper form until he was satisfied.

She was breathing a little harder now from the exertion of holding the various poses. Lucky for her, she appeared to be quite limber and fit. Having tried all the positions himself, Cameron knew how hard some of them were.

Next, he had her expose. The pose looked deceptively simple—just kneeling with hands behind the head and knees spread wide, but it could be challenging to hold for long periods. It was a pleasing pose, and he admired her for easily a minute, impressed she was able to remain as still and silent as she did.

When her arms began to tremble, he relented. Because of her evident fatigue, he skipped the hands pose for now, which was an endurance pose, forcing the sub to hold their arms out in front of them, elbows bent and touching, palms upturned. Placing an object, like a book, on their palms, made it even more difficult. If they failed to maintain the position for the prescribed time period, they would, of course, be punished.