More this week from the work in progress, The Limits of Her Submission. One reason I liked the title was because this story is, I hope, going to be more about how far a submissive will go in exploring new things with her Dominant. If that’s vague enough. Heh. The scene here is taking place in Maks’ living room, I believe. He has Liselle bound over the leather sofa. Oh how the man does like to explain — even over-explain — things …
He spoke softly, inches above her ear. Almost a whisper. Gentle, thoughtful …
“My rules are simple. I’ll take my pleasure from your flesh as I see fit at any time. All of your flesh. You may not understand, at times. You may be tired, or feel confused. I may have you blindfolded and you may not even be sure it’s me. I think I am very fair and you’ll find these quite simple to follow. I use pain as punishment, and I do punish,” he began.
She felt his hand move to her exposed, up-ended ass again, caressing, stroking, sending delicious tingles and shivers through her.
“This, of course, is mine.” She jumped as his hand came down on her ass, hard, the thwack almost echoing in the spaciousness of the room.
The anticipation was already making her pussy moisten and she worried already that her juices would leave a spot on his leather — he’d see it when he finally released her from this position.
Liselle listened as his deep tones came from just above her, patient, calm. She remained with her cheek pressed to the leather, her face inches from the seatback cushioning. Waiting. Would he fuck her? Beat her? Or keep lecturing? Just what sort of session was this to be?
“I demand that my submissive obey me, in all ways, without question. I don’t care for … brats.”
His palm struck her ass again, even harder. The sting radiated, she wanted to speak, but knew she was’t supposed to. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat in her flesh, trying not to anticipate the next blow.
“If I feel an … attitude is present, or I get any back-talk, or if orders that I give you are generally not followed or … poorly followed, I’ll use pain as a deterrent. As an instructive experience.”
His hand came down on her ass again, twice in rapid succession. “Sometimes I’ll use pain for no other reason than that I want to hurt you.”
Liselle shivered, feeling the contrast of the heat building in her buttocks with a breeze passing over her as Maks moved off. She heard his steps on the wood again and waited. Her lips parted. His voice now came from further away and she heard a drawer opening.
“However, if I determine that you’re some kind of “pain-slut,” I will use isolation as a punishment instead. Confinement. Caging. Periods of sensory deprivation.”
He paused. She heard only the ticking of a clock on the mantle. Then his voice again, hard-edged, but lower:
“I’ll do whatever it takes, Liselle. Nod if you understand me.”