Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush
Chapter Twelve - Celeste
My heart skipped as the door opened. I could only think that the isolation had been part of the punishment. He’d left me in the room for a while before coming in the night before too. It made sense in a way and I had to admit was very effective. I never wanted him to leave again. I was also so glad to see him the next morning I was willing to let him do anything to me, as long as he didn’t leave me again. I was even getting to enjoy the harsh spankings. His touch, even if it caused pain, enough for me.
I held my breath a little when he put me over his lap. Not quite sure what to expect. Well, I did a little. I knew he was going to spank me but, as I was learning, there were very different kinds of spanks and not all of them hurt. Far from it in fact. Some of them actually felt really good. Feeling more like pats or grabs. Particularly when he would cup his hand slightly and spank with an upward movement. I tried not to let him know how good it felt. Just in case he stopped. Then the licking started.
I’d never really had my pussy eaten. Not properly. Mark wouldn’t go near it. Always insisting I suck him off. He was a greedy bastard that way. I thought maybe of the many other club members he would let use me, without my consent, might try, but not really did. He was like my step-dad in a lot of ways. Using me just for what pleasure he could get out of my body. To his credit, at least I was an adult when I was with Mark. I honestly didn’t think he would have been interested if I wasn’t. Mike was a bit of a bastard but he wasn’t a fucking bastard.
I closed my eyes and tied to focus on what Joshua was doing to me. Filling me with pleasure and light. Only striking when needed. Even then, not so it would do any real, lasting harm. What he was really doing really being for my own good. Aside from the blowjob, which I had really enjoyed to, he hadn’t really asked for anything from me. At least not in terms of satisfying him. The only thing he asked for was my obedience. Something I was increasingly willing to give. Despite the rebel in me kicking up on occasion.
My heart grew warm with affection. In a weird way, Joshua was more like a dad than my step-dad. Caring for and nurturing me into my new life as a pet. Like my birth dad had tried to do with life in general before -
I tried not to think about it. It was too scary, too dark. There were some, who wouldn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground, that might say the early trauma was what made me submissive. I was not no psychologist but neither were they and it was still bullshit either way. Kink was a part of me. Part of my wiring yes but it was there from the beginning. Like love and hate come from the same basic intense emotion, pleasure and pain come from a similar source. There being an endorphin rush in either case. I wasn’t sure what it was with masters or doms but with subs it was mostly that a spank, if done right, could feel as good, or at least have a similar chemical effect, as a lick.
He was licking me again. Getting me very close to orgasm. It felt like a big one too. I love everything he was doing but just wished he would let me cum.
It was like I was levitating. It took a moment before I realized he was carrying me. Held tight to his chest. Setting me on a padded table that looked like a cross, he lay me face down and ass up before securing my wrists in the restraints. The restraints were padded leather and felt a lot better than the metal cuffs Mark would put me in.
My master went back around and shifted my position. Bending my knees so I was up in a doggy position, with my arms tied down on either side of me. Lightly fingering my pussy, he gave my ass a beating with his big hard cock which was surprisingly heavy.
Suddenly he stopped and I thought he might fuck me. Instead, he started licking me again, even more intensely than before. Within seconds I was almost coming. I tried to hold on but it was impossible. It felt too good and I completely lost control of myself. Despite my master telling me of the need for self-discipline. I was disobeying him and he was going to punish me. Probably severely.