Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago) (4 page)

“Yes, Sir.” She held her breath as the bench which had been touching the back of her thighs moved away. A moment of unease filled her until she felt the press of the ropes cradling her, much like the swing Master Yangchi had compared them to. Gradually she relaxed into their embrace, enjoying the feeling of the rough hemp against her skin.

Once she was completely relaxed, Master Yangchi spoke. “Very good, Nisey.”

She didn’t even flinch when he ran his hand over the curve of her ass and up her back, checking she assumed to make sure the rope wasn’t pinching anywhere.

“Now, comes the next part. Keeping your hands on the floor, lift one foot by bending your knee and then lift the other.”

Swallowing beyond her fear, she did as instructed. With her hands on the ground, she felt like she was doing a handstand. The feel of hemp encircling her ankles had panic rising.

“Relax, you’re doing beautifully.”

Caelan’s voice was closer than she thought. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his legs join Master Yangchi’s before his hand touched her back. “Almost there,
grá.
Give me your hands.”

She obeyed without though and gave him her right one. Her moment of panic passed when Caelan took her left and gently smoothed it into place. “Hold your arms behind you.” A pause and then, “You did it. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

When she did, he stepped back and gave a low groan. Behind her she felt not hemp but the smooth feel of leather cuffs surround her wrists.

“Máister?”
Positioned as she was, she couldn’t see him.
Why did he move away?

“Are you scared?” His voice was dark with need. Her body responded violently, her folds growing damp.

“No,
Máister.”

She heard the jingle of his belt loosening and nearly came on the spot when he spoke again. “Good. I do believe it’s time for your reward.”

Part Four: Staging for Success

Dear Kalinda,

Can a sub die from pleasure? I swear if Caelan didn’t make sure I took my vitamins and that I ate right, I’d be in a coma by now. The training is coming along much better than I hoped. My fear is slowly abating but it’s been a long haul. Master Yangchi and Máister have been harsh taskmasters, but the rewards…let me tell you they are well worth it.  I’m so glad that I had the chance to come over here despite my initial reservations.

Speaking of which, you know who is giving me the look – you know the one that says I need to hurry my ass up so we’re not late for our appointment with the Ofuro or
he’ll paddle me.
I’m sure you’re familiar with
punishment
…but knowing you, you enjoy that.
Speaking of which…you have to call Josh. Or you’re letting yourself in for a doozy of one…he managed to convince Caelan to let him pick you up from the airport when you come home…and hun, new master or not, he may just turn you over his knee for ignoring him.

See you soon,

Nisey

“If you’ll please fasten your seatbelts, we’re getting ready to for takeoff.”  The stewardess’s pleasant voice filled the cabin of the plane. “Once we’re in the air and at cruising speed, you’ll be able to release them. Thank you for flying the friendly skies.”  There was a click as the microphone was hung up.

She yawned and shifted but wasn’t surprised when Caelan’s hand slid under her seat belt – checking to make sure it was secure.

“I buckled it,
Máister.” 
She moved closer to him, as close as the seats allowed.  Frustration at the arm separating her from her master, she yanked it up. His low chuckle should’ve infuriated her but instead she found herself smiling. 

“Come here,
grá
.” He draped his arm over her shoulder before pulling her as close as their seat belts as would allow. Resting her head against his chest she stifled another yawn.  His hand shifted through the strands of her evoking memories of their last visit to the club, the night before…

“…good girl. What level are you at?”  She vaguely heard her
Máister
through the comforting warmth of sub-space.  Floating along and with her mind at peace, she barely felt his fingers threading through the dark auburn strands.  As usual it took little to no time for her to find that all elusive but coveted place when she felt the brush of hemp against her skin.

“Answer me, Nisey.”

If she could’ve, she’d have opened her eyes but the blindfold he’d placed over them at the beginning of their scene prevented it.

She forced her lips to move. “Green,
Máister
.” The brush of his hand over the hemp rope running over her chest reassured her how close he was.  If she’d been able to see, she knew that he was checking for the tightness of the box tie that would support her upper torso when he finally suspended her.  Her pussy moistened at the thought. 
I can’t believe it’s only been two weeks since he let Master Yangchi suspend me.

The gentle murmur of voices reached her, when his hands moved lower on her body.  Her nipples ached and her breathing picked up pace at the soft chuckle coming from her
Máister.
“Ah, I see you’re just remembering we have an audience.”  Hemp ran across the inside of her thigh before moving up her body to wrap around her hips. “But that makes you hot doesn’t it, slave?” 

Her body swayed towards his pull as the hoarse texture of the hemp encircled her hips.  The dull slap of the hemp striking her hip made her gasp and her nipples hardened even further.  His tone was brisk. “Answer me, slave!”

She nodded and forced herself to speak. “Oh, yes,
Máister,
it makes this slave hot to know others are watching you restrain me.”

“As it should.”  The rope tightened once more around her waist before the brush of it against the front of her thigh and then around it caused her legs to tremble, not with fear but with a need for more.  She received another sensual chuckle from her master. 
God, he knows my reactions to the ropes all too well.
The continual practice Master Yangchi insisted upon over the past two weeks conditioned both of them to anticipate her body’s reaction until it was second nature. 

At stroke of his hair against her thigh, a low moan left her and if he hadn’t restrained her hands behind her, she would’ve buried her fingers in the thickness teasing her flesh.  A gust of air against her bare folds a soft plea leaving her lips.

“Please,
Máister.
Oh God, please lick me.” 

“Hmmm.”  The barely felt brush of his tongue sent tingling ripples of pleasure through her.  She jumped when his mouth moved away and gently nipped the inside of her thigh.  Without her vision she was at his complete and utter mercy and she found that he had very little during a scene. The slow stroke of his tongue soothed the sting before his mouth was gone.  A mewing protest built in her chest. Only the force of her will kept it from passing her quivering lips. 

“Don’t hide those sexy little moans from me, slave. Your master wants to hear each and every one of them.”  The tightening of the gunslinger harness around her thigh told her he’d finished tying it off.  Her tongue darted out as another piece of hemp began to encircle her leg lower. “As does the crowd and my little slave is going to give them a good show.” 

“Yes,
Máister.
” A long but deep felt moan slipped free when the back of his and brushed her mound as he attached the rope to bottom of the gunslinger harness.

“So wet and I haven’t even suspended you yet, slave.”  There was a brush of his clothing against her nude body as he rose. The idea of him being clothed while she was naked and vulnerable sent an illicit thrill through her body.  She whimpered. His hands settled on her shoulders and the creamy proof of her need leaked from her wetting her inner thighs.

“What’s your level, Nisey? Desire or fear?”  The hoarse timber and the feel of his erection pressed against her stomach assured her he was aroused as she was.

“Green,
Máister.
No fear this time, only desire.”  His hand slid down her stomach to toy check for proof. 

“Damn, you’re even wetter than you were a few minutes ago.”  His hand left and there was an increase in the volume of their captive audience. She wondered what was going on until his mouth brushed her ear. “They are showing their approval, Nisey.” His lips brushed her temple before he slowly turned her to face the crowd. Or at least that’s what she assumed when sounds of approval and a spattering of Japanese was clearer. His body no longer blocked her from the crowd.

“They love the fact you’re so aroused by my placing the ropes around you that you can’t help but wet your thighs at the most basic of ties. And when I showed them the proof on my fingers, they wanted you to know of their appreciation.”  His lips brushed her shoulder sending shivers of heat down her spine to settle in the achingly wet flesh between her thighs. “Now stand still and show off my handiwork, slave.” His hands left her shoulders and the warmth of his body left hers. 

Her heart raced as desire raked it’s talons into her. She thought she’d been aroused before at the touch of his ropes but this – this was more than she’d ever experienced.  To have all eyes on her and the rope molding her body was a heady feeling.
Oh my god, it’s like he’s placed me on display, like the most priceless of jewels.

Behind her, she heard and felt every motion he made.  The vibrations of his movements teased the sensitive soles of her feet and her ears picked up on the whistling sound of rope as he secured the lead ties to the silver hitching ring. There was a smattering of Japanese from the female announcer before it was followed quickly by a lightly accented English translation.

“While Master Caelan prepares the next stage of binding his slave, he has give permission to have the curious come up and examine the bindings. Touching is allowed but penetration is forbidden. Any violators will be escorted from the building.” 

The sound of her rushing blood filled her head just before she felt the first hands brush over the ropes binding her torso.  A familiar voice met her ears.

“My student has learned well. You
’
r
e
beautiful, slave.” Master Yangchi’s familiar touch relaxed her. During their training, he’d touched her as often as her own Master had.  His voice lowered to almost a whisper. “This is his final gift to you, Nisey, to commemorate your journey in acceptance of your submission to his needs.”

“Thank you, Master Yangchi.” Behind her blindfold tears threatened.
“They are just as much this slave’s needs as his.”

His chuckle had her wishing she could see his smile. Very rarely did the man smile.

“That’s very true. I was wondering if you recognized it.”

She nodded as another set of hands traced over her body, exploring the tight weave of rope around her.  A gasp of surprise was quickly followed a low moan when the fingers found her nipples and tugged. Her womb clenched in reaction. 
I can’t – no I won’t come without Máister’s touch.
Only by focusing on her breathing was she able to disconnect her mind from her body while one set of hands was exchanged for another. 

She wasn’t sure how many had touched her, and thought she’d mastered the response of her body, when a thumb deftly found her aching clit and brushed across the hardened bud. Up to that point none had ventured remotely close to her swollen aching sex.
Too afraid of being tossed from the club to have their touch mistaken.
The orgasm that had seemed so far away was now breathing down her neck.  Her body tensed and a plea escaped her. “No.”

“You dare tell me no?” Caelan’s voice teased her ear. “Especially when this hard little clit tells me how hot you are burning?” His thumb rotated with devastating accuracy as the pleasure gathered and swelled forcing her higher.  “For that you’re not allowed to come, slave.” His fingers slipped away.  She cried out as the orgasm slipped away and another pair of hands touched her. 

The babble of Japanese told her it was another Asian touching her now and not her Master – even though she’d heard him speak it and quite fluently on during their stay.  Her body trembled.  Her body was now primed and it was taking all of her self control to keep from coming. 
Fuck, my body doesn’t care. Damn him!
It wasn’t the first time, her master had allowed other students to touch her body during a demonstration but it was the first time he’d pushed her so close to the edge and then allowed other’s to play. Strangely she didn’t find herself resenting him. Instead she relished the task he put in front of her.
God I’m one sick puppy, maybe Mom was right. I am a deviant to enjoy this agony but I’m Caelan’s deviant little slave and he loves me.

“Enough.”  Caelan’s hands settled on her shoulders once more. The other hands left her body. “Did you come, slave?” 

“No,
Máister,
it was close but this slave refrained from finding pleasure in another’s touch.”

His lips brushed her ear as he slid his hands down over her breasts before delving between her parted thighs.  A rumble of satisfaction rumbled against her back as he explored her.  “Good slave.” His teeth nipped the outer curve of her ear. “This is as close as I’ll ever come to sharing you with another. Your pleasure is mine and mine alone.”  His thumb and forefinger found her clit and squeezed. “Do
not
come.”  He slowly milked the aching bud several times while nipping at the side of her neck.  She trembled and tried to fight of the orgasm but it was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“
Máister, please! I can’t hold it!”
 

“Then I shall help you.”  His hands left her body and she swayed dangerously as her climax stalled at the peak.
That rotten fucking son of bitch. Damn his delayed orgasms. They’re almost as bad as his forced ones.
Her sex ached like a toothache from hell at her near miss.

“Steady,
grá.
There will be no falling tonight.”  He steadied her by holding onto the rope that ran up her back. The scrape of his fingernails before his hand wrapped around it, had her cursing him under her breath as his touch made the ache worse.

“I hate you,
Máister.”

He chuckled. “So you’ve said each and every time I tease you like this.”  He moved closer until she could feel the heat emanating off his body without actually touching her.  “But I will have your pleasure tonight.” His devious tongue attacked the back of her neck, left exposed by her ponytail.  “I will feel every drop and gush of your pleasure and our friends are here to witness it.” 

She arched back towards him as his words hit home.
Oh, God, he wants me to ejaculate again. Damn it!
Even as her body throbbed with its approval, she wasn’t sure if she could. She’d done the night that he’d forced her orgasm but hadn’t since.  “I don’t know if I can,
Máister.”

“Leave the can to me. You will do as I say, slave.”  He guided her backwards.  With her vision gone, she all she could do is concentrate on not coming and the sounds and feel of him attaching the suspension lead to her harnesses.