The building in front of me looked just the same as those around it. Nondescript and basic, there were no outward signs of what actually went on inside this particular building. If I had not triple checked the address, I wouldn’t be entirely sure that I was even in the right place. Glancing nervously around the street I was parked on, I tugged the skirt of my dress back into place and ran a hand through my hair as I waited for my mentors to arrive. Anxiety kept creeping up that I would have to push back down. Another nervous look around as those anxious questions ran through my head: What if it’s not what I expect? What if this turns bad? What if they don’t like me? I took a few deep breaths and got myself to back away from the “What If” abyss I was staring at and pulling myself back together. Just in time too as another car pulled up and parked. An older couple climbed out of the vehicle. The woman had red hair and bright eyes, looking just like a mom you would run into at the grocery store while the man was fit with brown skin and dark hair, both in their late thirties, maybe early forties. Recognizing them, I climbed out of my car as well, taking my time so that the blush that had blazed up in my cheeks at the sight of them could fade. A shy, awkward moment passed before I approached them, the anxiety creeping in again.
The woman, Ann, closed the distance between us, tightly embracing me before whispering in my ear, “Thank you for coming. We are going to have a great time.” The man, Clyde, stayed back, probably to keep me from getting overwhelmed, but as soon as Ann let go, he approached.
“I’m glad that you’re here as well,” he gently took my hand before pulling me into a hug and holding me for a moment then letting go, “Well, it’s time, let’s go ladies.” Clyde wrapped an arm around both of us and pushed us toward the building, opening the door and holding it so we could enter the dark, bare foyer that was closed off from the rest of the building by a thick, black curtain. A woman stepped into the lobby from the other side of the light blocking cloth and handed Clyde a set of keys, smiling at us in welcome.
“So everything is ready for y’all, just make sure to clean up again before you go,” She smiled again before leaving through the door that we had come in. Clyde gestured for us to walk further into the building, and I followed Ann, she seemed to know where she was going. The next room was large and contained many things I had never seen in person before. In one corner was [St. Andrew’s Cross](https://imgur.com/a/Zdr8sxQ), the large X of wood planks was padded, with cuffs at the top and bottom of each board. On the wall next to it was a pegboard, taking up most of the space on that wall, and was covered in cuffs, gags, paddles, crops, floggers, canes, hanks of rope, blindfolds, and other manners of restraint and implements of impact play. A BDSM practitioner’s dream. Underneath the pegboard was a long table covered in sex toys: anal plugs, dildos, vibrators, chastity equipment, and a large bucket full of condoms. In another corner was a [spanking bench](https://imgur.com/a/IOVSb6a) with red pads and restraints of its own.
There were three doorways in this room, one leading to a full bathroom with a shower, one leading to what looked like a medical play area including an [examination table with stirrups](https://imgur.com/a/BBRt7nH). The last doorway led to a large room that was divided into three areas, a wardrobe with tons of costumes, an alcove with a sex swing and a corner full of pillows, and another alcove with a chain hanging from the ceiling and a [Sybian](https://imgur.com/a/qhH9MbI) positioned underneath. One final doorway led to a kitchen area with a restaurant sized sink and tons of cleaning supplies.
After I was done exploring, Clyde corralled me back into the first room and had me sit in a chair that I hadn’t noticed before. I sat, and he stood in front of me, “So, onto the scene, I want you to understand that you don’t have to participate in anything that you don’t want to and I want you to tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable. Ann and I play using the color system to stay safe. Green means that you’re good, yellow means to slow down or that you need a break, and red is full stop. The scene will end, and we will move immediately into aftercare. Does that make sense?” I quickly nodded, we had discussed most of this already, and he smiled, “Well then, from now until the scene ends, you are my submissive. Undress.”
I nodded and stood up, blushing and shy as I unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pile around my feet under the intense gaze of my interim Dominant. I paused for a second, meeting his eyes before taking off my underwear and adding them to the pile at his reassuring nod. Standing nervously, I shifted from foot to foot as my arms wrapped shyly around myself, hiding my more intimate areas. Clyde stepped forward and smiled before taking my wrists and pulling my arms away from my body. “Don’t hide Kitten, there’s no reason for that,” he dropped one of my wrists while pulling me forward by the other, his now free hand coming up to cup one of my breasts. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple, getting it to rise and harden as he leaned down, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me against him. His mouth closed over my breast and began to suck on the nipple, his tongue moving against it urgently. His calloused hands were rough on my skin, yet his touch was gentle and with him this close I was getting a deep breath of his cologne, the smoky tang filling my nose and senses as his mouth continued its work. I whimpered softly as he moved to the other side, and already, I could feel the heat pooling between my legs from his touch. His hand moved down my body from my breast and cupped my pussy, causing me to jump and shiver, goosebumps breaking out across my naked skin.
“Mm,” he cooed softly, “this belongs to me today. Don’t forget that.” He let go before giving my clit a light slap, making me jump and blush deeply again. Ann came out of the bathroom, also wholly nude now, her ample breasts proudly on display as was the red dusting of hair hiding her cunt. Clyde smiled and stepped away from me. I watched as he pulled her close, kissing her full on the mouth as his fingers moved between her legs and found their way inside of her. Her moan, muffled by his mouth, sent a jolt of hot pleasure through my core. They soon released each other and turned to me again, Ann smiling softly, her cheeks red.
“Alright, let’s get started,” Clyde clapped his hands together, a mischievous glint in his eye, “Would you like to go first? Or should Ann go first?” I looked at him in confusion, but he spoke again before I could even open my mouth, “You have to pick. And no, you don’t get to know what it is.”
I nervously considered for a moment before answering, “Ann can go first. I want to watch.” He nodded and took her by the wrist, leading her over to St. Andrew’s Cross. Clyde positioned her with her back against the planks, bringing up each of her arms and cuffing them into place, her body now a Y. He placed a blindfold over her eyes and tied it into place before he stepped back, watching her for a second as she pulled against the cuffs, testing their hold. He smiled and slapped one of her tits before walking over to the wall of implements. It took him only a second before picked out what he wanted and brought it over to me. It was a long flogger, a thick handle that ended in tons of soft, thin strips of leather. Pushing it into my hands, he pushed me forward toward the cross. His hands repositioned mine on the flogger, putting one hand on the handle, close to the end, the other he dropped down by my side.
“I know you said you wanted to watch, but I want you to participate. I will show you how to do it correctly, don’t worry. It’s easy,” he stepped behind me, one of his hands still around my wrist that was holding the flogger, “So for the front, you can hit her breasts lightly and her thighs, which can be hit a little harder. Places with lots of fat and muscle are going to be the best and safest.” I nodded in answer, and my hand tightened around the handle nervously. “Ah, how do you answer correctly?” He gently chastised, his hand squeezing sharply around my wrist to grab my attention.
I paused for a second before answering quietly, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” his hand loosened and he moved even closer to me, his chest pressing up the length of my back, the warmth of his skin and thick masculine smell of him all I could concentrate on for a second before he started speaking again, “So you’re going to want a nice circle going with the flogger. You can go either direction; just pay attention to where the tips of the strands are impacting.” Clyde started to move my wrist, showing me to the motion of both the downwards direction of the circle before flipping and showing me the upwards motion. “You can also do a figure eight movement as well, but let’s start you out with these since they are a bit simpler. I would start lightly and add in a hard hit here and there.” He then released my wrist and gently pushed me forward.
Swallowing, I started with the downward motion, a bit shy now that I would be putting it into practice. I started at her breasts, the nipples already erect, and I could see how her body trembled slightly with need, her tongue wetting her lips as she whimpered with anticipation. The first soft hit landed on her left breast, and immediately, she shuddered and moaned softly, “Thank you, Mistress.” I blushed and quickly got into the rhythm, lighter impacts, alternating on her breasts now and then, not keeping a particular pattern as she moaned and thanked me again and again.
“Harder now Kitten, you’re doing so well, and Ann is enjoyer herself, why don’t you reward her for her good behavior?” Clyde encouraged from behind me, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered with more confidence than before and started to add in a harder snap now and then to my rhythm. Ann moaned louder, squealing escaping her with every harder impact, and I could see her wetness starting to move down her thighs. Her breasts were beginning to turn a lovely shade of pink, blushing just like her cheeks. My own arousal was growing as I watched and listened to her, the sounds she was making as well as the sounds of the flogger hitting flesh an unexpected turn on. Soon I moved to her thigh, giving them the same treatment and watched as they turned the same gorgeous shade of blush.
A short while later, Clyde stopped me and moved to Ann, gently running his hands over her abused skin and cooing softly in her ear before releasing her from the cuff and leading her over to a chair. He removed her blindfold and turned to me. “Your turn. But I think since you haven’t done this before, we’ll start with your back,” he gestured for me to move to the cross as he took the flogger. I silently followed the unspoken order and held still for him as I was now cuffed to St. Andrew’s Cross, my breasts pressed against the warm planks of padded wood. He tied the blindfold over my eyes, pulling my long hair out of the way, and I was plunged into darkness, my ears now my only way to know where he was. The blindness heightened everything from my growing arousal and wetness between my legs, the ache in my core, and my anxiousness at the thought of now being under the flogger.
I didn’t have long to wait before the first soft thud of pain hit my bare upper back. I gasped softly. It hadn’t been what I was expecting at all, and I bit back a moan, now understanding why Ann had been so aroused and grateful for each sting. He started slowly, giving me time to feel each stroke before going to the next one. The impacts grew steadily harder, and I could feel the heat rising off of my skin as the blood rushed to the surface. He moved down to my ass cheeks and thighs, before going back up again, giving attention to as much of my skin as was safe. I couldn’t believe how arousing this was and soon “thank you Sir” was falling from my lips as he continued and I lost myself in the play. The rhythmic thud of the flog was delicious against my skin even as he started to throw in sharper stings now and then, coaxing squeals and groans from me.
All too soon; however, he stopped, and I slowly came back to myself, I heard him set the flogger down and approach. His calloused hands ran over the areas that he had flogged as he practically purred in my ear, “What a good Kitten. You did so well. Did you enjoy your flogging?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered him softly, shivering under his soothing touch as he continued to rub and touch me.
“Good girl… I’m proud of you, you deserve a reward,” he cooed as his hand moved down my back, around my stomach, and found its way in between my legs, pulling them apart so he could reach my hot and aching core, before he pressed against my back his arm fully around me, “Oh Kitten… You’re so wet. You really enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”
I nodded and struggled to answer him as his finger teased my clit, “Y-yes Sir.” He leaned down and started to kiss my neck, his mouth hot against my skin as his fingers continued to pleasure me, his other hand tangling in my hair and keeping my head to one side, so he had access to every inch of the skin. I moaned and arched, pulling slightly at the cuffs as his fingers moved and entered my pussy, thrusting inside of me while he continued to grind against my clit with the heel of his hand. My hips moved with the rhythm of his fingers as he gently bit at my neck, his tongue immediately soothing the bites and adding to the intense ecstasy that he was giving me. I started to writhe a bit more against him as I grew closer to orgasm, my moaning growing louder and more desperate as it built.
He suddenly let me go, his hand leaving my pussy before he ordered, “Open your mouth.” I quickly complied with a soft whimper, and he pushed his fingers into my mouth with another order, “Clean them.” I sucked at his fingers, my tongue lapping up my own fluids, the submissive act making my denied cunt ache with even more need. When he was satisfied with my work, he took his hand back and started to uncuff me, giving me the same treatment as Ann, murmuring in my ear as he dropped my arms back to my sides and made sure that the circulation of blood was good. He left me blindfolded as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me away from the cross and back into the room. “Ann, what should we do with this sweet Kitten now?” He asked her, and I could hear the smile in his voice. She must have gestured to something because I didn’t listen to her answer, but I was suddenly being pulled somewhere else again.
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