A Talent for Surrender (14 page)

It wasn’t a violent movement, yet the force behind it took his breath away and shocked him to his core. ‘The sole . . . a worthless trainee slave like you is only worthy to kiss the sole of my boot.’

He leaned forwards and rubbed his lips against the dirty leather, kissing it as tenderly and eagerly as he might a pair of cherished lips. The leather felt rough and dirty against his skin. He could feel his cheeks burning.

Sadie withdrew her foot. She stood up and tugged on Dan’s lead, forcing him to look up at her. As her outfit came into view he inhaled sharply and his cock tingled inside the codpiece. The boots reached her thighs, clinging to her shapely legs and making them seem impossibly long. She was wearing a long black leather skirt which hung to her ankles and was split at the front to the waist. A froth of black lace was visible at her crotch. Above the waist she was wearing a kind of corseted bodice which thrust her breasts upwards and outwards. Over it all was a floor-length cloak with a high collar which stood up dramatically behind her head.

‘You look magnificent . . . mistress.’ Dan had spoken without thinking. He wasn’t sure he was even allowed to speak but he hoped that giving Sadie her correct title might make her overlook the transgression.

‘I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, but thank you. Follow me.’ She turned and walked away and Dan followed, on all fours, at the end of his taut lead. Unable to focus on anything other than the floor in front of him, it wasn’t until they’d almost reached it that he realised she was taking him over to the medical chair.

An instant rush of heat crashed over him. ‘Can I change my mind now?’ He looked over his shoulder at the camera and put on a mock-terrified face.

He felt Sadie’s warm hand on his shoulder. ‘It’s far too late for that, I’m afraid. Now climb aboard and we’ll have some fun.’ She patted the chair.

‘Fun for you maybe . . .’ Dan got to his feet. He sat down in the chair. ‘Christ, it’s freezing . . . it’s torture.’ He wriggled and mugged for the camera.

‘Stop making a fuss and sit still.’ Sadie began to fasten the wrist restraints.

The sheepskin-lined cuffs felt soft and itchy. She buckled them tightly. Sadie operated a lever tipping the chair back, then lifted each of Dan’s legs into the stirrups. She fastened the ankle cuffs. When all four of the restraints were fastened Dan struggled and wriggled, making the leather creak.

‘I’m absolutely helpless now.’ He looked up at Sadie’s face. ‘You will be gentle with me, won’t you, mistress?’

Sadie picked up an item from the trolley beside the chair. She held it up for him to see. It was a leather blindfold, lined with the same white sheepskin as the chair restraints. She pressed it up against his eyes and buckled it behind his head.

‘Can you see how many fingers I’m holding up?’ Sadie asked.

‘No. Can you see how many I’m holding up?’ Dan made a fist with his right hand and extended his middle finger towards the ceiling.

‘If you continue to misbehave you’ll make me angry.’ Sadie had put her mouth right beside his ear. He could feel her hot breath on his skin. ‘And you really won’t like me when I’m angry.’

‘Oooh, now I’m really scared. Do you go all green and huge like the Incredible Hulk?’ He wriggled against his bonds.

‘If you don’t behave I’ll have to gag you.’ She caught his face in her hands. Her tone of voice left him in no doubt that she was genuinely annoyed and that she knew he was playing up for the cameras.

‘Sorry, mistress, I’ll be a good boy, I promise.’

‘I’m glad to hear it.’

Dan heard her move around the chair and stand between his legs. She reached forwards and ran the tips of her nails slowly down the front of his body. He shivered. She began to rake her nails down his sides, each pass a little harder than the first.

Soon Dan was wriggling and thrashing his head. ‘It burns . . . it tickles . . . it’s terrible. Stop, please stop.’ Deprived of his vision, every sensation seemed magnified and intense. He could feel the cool air against his body. He could feel the smooth leather of the chair against his back. He was conscious of Sadie’s breathing and could hear Dave and Dennis moving quietly around the room.

Sadie began to scratch his legs. She ran her talons along the length of his inner thighs, digging them in deep. His body jolted. He clenched his fists. His skin was on fire. The sensation was unbearable, a mixture of heat and itchy tickling that was impossible to ignore.

She began to tease his belly with her nails, circling his navel and running them along the top of his codpiece. Dan felt his cock responding. His skin instantly rose into goose pimples.

Her hands slid up his torso and she began to circle his nipples with her nails. Dan pictured the gleaming red tips moving across his chest. She used the point of one nail to flick across the tip of his nipple. He gasped. She increased the pressure, scratching the tip of his nipple harder and harder until he began to wince and bite his lip.

Sadie began to tease both nipples at once. They prickled and throbbed with pleasure and pain and every sensation seemed to be directly transmitted to his tingling cock.

‘That really hurts.’ His voice was a strangled whisper.

‘But does it feel good too?’

‘It does, strangely enough. Do you think that means I’m a pervert?’

‘No . . .’ Sadie shook her head. ‘You’ve got a long way to go yet.’

Without warning she gripped each of his nipples between thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze. She gradually increased the pressure. Dan imagined her eyes shining with passion and excitement. The pain was intense and pure and overwhelming. He felt heat and exhilaration crashing over him.

‘That’s incredibly painful . . .’

She squeezed harder. Dan wondered if she had begun to smile as she watched him squirm in pain, her gaze never wavering.

‘You’re a vicious bitch and I don’t think I like you any more.’ Dan spoke through his clenched teeth. She gave his nipples a final squeeze and released them. She laughed.

Dan heard Sadie lean over and pick up something from the trolley. She put it into his hand and he fingered it, trying to identify it.

‘What’s that? Is it a clothes peg? I’m not sure I like the thought of that. I didn’t realise you were planning to do your laundry.’

Sadie took the peg. ‘It’s a simple object, really. Nevertheless it can deliver quite a sting. You can use them anywhere. Nipples . . .’ She brushed the tip of the peg across his sore nipple, making him gasp. ‘Testicles . . .’ Dan’s eyes widened beneath his blindfold. ‘But I find it’s more fun if you’re inventive.’ He heard her pick up something else from the tray.

She was standing between his parted thighs. He felt her pinching up a section of skin on the inside of his thigh with her fingertips then a strong pinching grip as Sadie attached the peg to it.

He grunted as it bit into his flesh. It was tight rather than painful, but distinctly strange and not a little alarming. He heard Sadie pick up another peg. She pinched the skin directly beside the first and attached the second peg. She repeated the procedure over and over. The sensation intensified with each new peg as the skin was stretched tighter and tighter and the pressure grew more painful. He was trembling and shaking. Sweat was pouring down his body.

Dan counted each peg, gasping in pain as they bit into his flesh. When she stopped he had ten pegs stuck to the skin of his inner thigh. Sadie ran her fingertips across the ends of the pegs rippling and jiggling them and moving the biting ends that gripped his stretched skin. He grunted.

He felt a rapid burning pain as all the pegs were ripped away from his body in a single sudden movement. ‘Ouch, ouch, ouch. You’re so mean. What was that?’ Dan lifted his head up off the chair.

‘It’s called a peg zipper. I fixed the pegs over a length of ribbon and then tugged on the ribbon so that they all ripped off at once. It’s supposed to feel intense.’

‘You can say that again. Oww . . .’ Dan gasped as feeling began to flood back into the spots where the pegs had been.

Sadie bent down and gently kissed each of the peg marks in turn. He felt her silky hair trailing along his inner thigh. He felt her hot breath and her warm lips. Inside his codpiece his cock twitched.

She straightened up and unbuckled his ankle restraints. She walked round the chair and undid his wrist cuffs and then took off his blindfold. Dan opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the bright light.

‘Now stand up please . . . but slowly, because you might feel light-headed.’ She pulled the lever, raising the chair to the upright position. Dan got to his feet and Sadie picked up the dangling end of his lead.

She led him over towards the whipping bench. She fastened the end of his lead to a hook on the bench and walked over to the door. Her stiletto heels clacked noisily against the stone floor. Dan watched her backside undulating as she crossed the room. Her back was ramrod straight and her carriage was regal and imperious. Dan felt a little flutter of excitement under his ribs and his heart quickened

She opened the door. ‘Slave . . . bring in our other guest now, please.’ She held the door open and Dan saw the slave lead someone out of the changing room by a lead. Like him, they were moving slowly on hands and knees so it took Dan a few moments to realise that the client was a woman. He could see long blonde hair pulled back in two plaited pigtails, a white shirt and striped tie and a short grey pinafore-type garment which he worked out must be a gymslip.

The slave led her into the room. As Dan watched her slowly moving across the stone floor he realised that she had an enormous chest and that her shirt was unbuttoned down to her cleavage, the tie had been pulled down and loosened so that its knot rested directly between her magnificent breasts. She looked up at him and smiled. When they had reached the bench Sadie walked over and took the handle of the lead from the slave.

‘Mount the bench, please.’ Sadie patted the leather top of the whipping bench.

The girl stood up. She spent a second rubbing her reddened knees. She stepped up to the bench and knelt down on the lower platform then leaned her body along the bench’s length.

The slave moved around fastening the sheepskin-lined restraints. There were straps for each ankle and wrist and similar restraints for the back of the knee and each thigh. He fastened a strap around the girl’s upper arm and then laid a broad foot-wide band of leather across the small of her back and buckled it up. Dan assumed it was designed to protect the kidneys from damage, as well as anchoring the victim firmly to the bench.

Dan could see that the girl’s cheeks and lips had grown dark and her breathing had grown noisy. She clenched and unclenched her fists and he realised that, apart from lifting her head, it was the only movement she was now capable of.

Sadie walked slowly over to the side of the room. The sound of her heels seemed to echo ominously. Dan noticed that the girl had turned her head and was following Sadie with her eyes.

Sadie chose a long vicious-looking cane and she walked back over to the bench with it. Dan saw that she was holding the cane across her body, between her two hands and she flexed it from time to time, bending it into an arc.

He hardly dared to breathe. He could hear the girl panting and the leather creaking as she resisted her bonds. Dan was already half hard.

‘Would you be kind enough to lift up her skirt for me?’ Sadie flicked the bottom of the girl’s skirt with the tip of her cane.

Dan stepped forwards and, with trembling fingers, lifted up the skirt of the girl’s gymslip. He folded it up over her back and smoothed it down neatly. Underneath she was wearing big navy-blue school knickers. He looked up at Sadie.

‘Now I’d like you to pull her knickers down to her knees. She’s got to be punished and we need to be able to see the target.’

The moment she had made the request Dan felt his cock responding. He leaned forwards and hooked his fingers under the top of the girl’s knickers and pulled them down. The girl pressed down with her knees and raised up her hips slightly so that he could slide them down over her bottom and thighs.

Her arse was round and creamily perfect and, as he pulled her knickers all the way down, he caught a glimpse of her swollen shaved pussy.

‘Oh no . . . I think I’m getting an erection!’ He turned to the camera. ‘I can just see the headlines. BAFTA-winning presenter gets a stiffy on national television.’

Dan played the rest of the session for laughs. He covered his eyes in mock fear and alarm when Sadie delivered a vicious caning to the restrained girl. He could clearly see that, for her part, the girl was enjoying every moment of it. She grunted and sighed each time the crop made contact and he could see her hips rocking back and forth as she brought up her buttocks to meet the crop.

He watched the whole scene with a throbbing erection concealed behind his codpiece. The cock ring pressed pleasurably against his perineum and squeezed his scrotum as he became aroused.

When Sadie had finished caning the girl she ordered the slave to release her and take her over to the medical chair. Dan watched as Sadie walked back over to the equipment racks and hung up the cane. She selected a thin riding crop with a narrow loop of leather at its tip and walked back over to the bench. It wasn’t until she tapped the bench’s broad leather back with her crop that Dan realised she intended to use it on him.

He swallowed melodramatically and did a double take for the camera. ‘I hope you’re not going to leave marks on me, only I play football every Sunday and it’ll be really difficult to explain a striped arse to the other lads.’

‘I’m sure you’ll think of something . . .’ Sadie slapped the bench with the shaft of the crop and it landed with a loud crack.

Dan turned to the camera and pretended to bite his nails. He climbed up onto the bench.

The leather was cold and clammy against his skin. The slave began to fasten the restraints. As Dan felt the cuffs being buckled up, his sense of helplessness and excitement grew.