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CHAPTER FOUR
"I am aware that you will find the change in your status in life strange and somewhat disconcerting as you try to adjust to the various regimes that I will introduce into our relationship." James informed Becca. "However, adjust you will. It will be expected by me, your Master that you will soon be able to immerse yourself in the lifestyle that you have sought."
With a hard swallow, Becca nodded slightly to what James informed her. His words were absolute with their meaning. Translated, only slightly in her mind, they enforced the terms of the contract; become a properly behaved slave with only thoughts of pleasing those above her level of status or suffer the consequences. All told, Becca knew she had agreed and now had no choice but to conform to her Master's wishes, whatever they may be. All of this she absorbed without further reaction apart from a slight widening of her eyes.
James bent forward and, cupping both of Becca's breasts in his hands, began to knead and squeeze them, drawing his fingers towards the stiff nipples and flicking the hard nubs with the tips of his fingernails, taking delight in watching the marks of his efforts displayed on the ultra smooth surface of her mounds.
Indicating that Becca should return to her kneeling position, a situation in which her eyes were inevitably drawn towards the sight of his member resting between his sturdy thighs, partly concealing the dependant sac of his balls. The anticipation in his veins of his next set of instructions had caused the inevitable reaction and his quiescent cock began to stiffen and swell as it became engorged with his passion.
James decided to have her pay homage to him in a most intimate manner and said. "I wish you now to demonstrate to me that you will submit yourself, body and mind to the satisfaction of my pleasures. You will take hold of the shaft and you will kiss and lick the length from root to tip, making sure that as you lick the tip, you must use your tongue to gather and swallow any liquids that it discovers. Subject to the satisfactory completion of this requirement, you will take it between your lips so that you can suck gently upon its rigidity and see if you are able to extract the essence of my pleasure."
Oddly, Becca felt it almost calming once James took her breasts in his hands. It allowed her mind to be drawn to something other than the situation. Something that brought her pleasure as the soft mounds were kneaded firmly. Her back arched to push her chest towards his touch as she felt his fingernails on the sensitive nubs. Her lips parted as small gasps popped from her chest with each flick.
James smiled as he observed Becca's reaction to the stimulation of her breasts and nipples. ~ Is she is attempting to gain her own modicum of pleasure from my attention, or could it be that she wishes only to enhance my enjoyment? ~
Becca sighed pleasantly as she lowered herself at his indication and found her locked to his growing erection. ~ He is pleased. ~ She thought and watched his manhood directly in front of her while she listened to James's next instructions. Becca looked up into James's face, not hiding her feelings at all. Her eyes were bright and showed her eagerness to please him. The idea of bringing him to orgasm, pleasing him ultimately in that way brought a shy smile to her face. But the confidence was not visible. Her last attempt to orally please a man had ended badly and it weighed on her mind as her eyes returned to his member.
"Yes Master." She whispered and lifted her hands from the back of her neck. Gently Becca touched her hands to James's thighs, laying them flat as she slid them along towards his centre. She was chewing on her bottom lip again as her fingers stroked lightly around the base of his shaft.
Her actions showed hesitance but it did not last long; Becca knew what she was to do and knew full well delays were frowned upon. Her light touch fell to his length now and she leaned forward, tilting her head. Beginning at the base, Becca trailed her tongue first along the underside to the tip. Her wet stroke leaving a faint trail of saliva drying on the silky skin. Once at the head, she closed her eyes while darting the tip of her tongue to the small opening. There was a tiny drop of juice waiting for her that she took onto her tongue.
Becca kept her eyes closed to hide her reaction; the taste of a man's cum was not her favourite. Then, tilting her head the other way she licked up his length again from the base this time over the top, again she darted the tip into the tiny hole and tasted the fluid ever so slowly trickling as his erection strengthened.
James received the attentions of Becca's tongue, revelling in the sensation of her light touch and the coolness of the quickly drying saliva on his ever so sensitive skin. ~ She is learning well ~. James enjoyed the light touch of her lips and the soft swipes as her hot tongue travelled up and down his hardening shaft and licked at the super-sensitive tip, gathering the small signs of the liquid evidence of his lust.
Holding James gently still, Becca repeated this task a couple more times, enjoying the softness of his skin, before she placed a kiss to the head. Her lips lingered as she attempted to steel herself for the full penetration of her mouth. Becca slowly parted her lips and leaned forward again, already sucking slightly as she pulled him into her warm mouth. Though concerned her lack of experience would show, she was desperate to please her Master. Forming a seal with her lips she continued to take more of his length into her mouth until she felt she could handle no more. Slowly she pulled back, sucking more as she did. Inside her mouth her tongue rippled slightly along the underside. One of her hands returned to lay upon his thigh to brace herself, the other remained lightly around the base of his cock.
Becca continued in this fashion, her pace increasing slightly as she got used to the feeling of him filling her mouth. She was beginning to enjoy herself more as she glanced sideways while barely opening her eyes. She could see herself reflected in one of the mirrored closet doors and found the image of herself on her knees before him to be very erotic, almost stimulating to her mind out of the nervousness she had been feeling and into the powerful arousal she had felt before.
James sighed as he felt his rigid member engulfed by the warm wetness of Becca's mouth; her oral administrations as her tongue slid along his cock were making his rock hard, but sensitive penis twitch and jerk.
As she continued, Becca began to enjoy the feeling of her Master's cock in her mouth more and more. His varied sounds and instructions let her know she was doing well. She followed what he directed and praised as best she could, sliding her tongue over him with each intake to offer him as much pleasure as she could. At his further instruction, Becca strengthened her pull, tightening her moist lips about his erection, and gaining confidence in her abilities.
"That's it, yes; use your tongue to caress the length of your Master." James instructed the kneeling figure. "Now, make sure that you keep your lips tight about the shaft."
Feeling the pace of Becca's mouth increasing, James took control of her actions and, gripping hanks of Becca's shoulder length brown hair in his hands, he began to ease her head backwards and forwards, thrusting with his hips on the forward strokes, so that the tip of his cock touched against the back of her throat.
Her movements were suddenly restricted as he took hold of her hair. Becca made a soft noise, akin to a whimper as he pulled himself deeper into her mouth. James pushed himself deeper than she had taken him before, setting off her gag reflex. Becca adjusted both of her hands to now grip onto his lower hips as her throat revolted against the intrusion, her jaws spreading wider to accommodate his girth. She clung on to self-control and somehow kept herself from struggling in his grip. It took a few thrusts for her to adjust to the deeper strokes but she managed, her eyes watering with the sensation of his cock head tickling the back of her throat, but finally growing accustomed to what he desired despite her discomfort.
"Now use the tip of your tongue, lick it round the bulbous bit...ah yes that's the way, very good." He felt the probing the tip of her tongue pressing into the vent at the end. He kept pulling Becca's head back holding firmly by her hair giving her no excuse to give up. "Good really long sucks, good girl, that's a good girl...ah...yes!!"
Now that she had released herself to his current control of any actions she might take, Becca only did as he instructed, revelling in his praise of her efforts. Her tongue twined itself about his cock and its head. She worked her mind to deal with the taste of his pre-cum still dribbling ever so slowly across her taste buds. ~ It is his pleasure I seek not just dealing with it. ~ She encouraged with her own thoughts. She knew she could not retreat into modesty and a reflexive reaction that would have had her pull away, James's hold prevented anything but performing. She moaned, finally gaining her own pleasure as she heard him praise her further.
James allowed Becca to continue to suck on his hardened shaft for about 5 minutes, during which time he repeatedly forced her to accept the head of his cock at the back of her throat. He stood there letting her suck him as he watched her pretty brunette head bobbing, listening to the sucking noises produced by her soft lips sliding up and down his cock length. Her tongue fluttering teasingly around the bell end, as he kept her at it, sucking away at his hard flesh until he felt the beginnings of the first spasm of an impending orgasm. It was so very tempting to come in this lovely woman's mouth, but he didn't want her sucking him off, not yet.
"Oh ...that's enough...stop it now." He pulled her head back and eased her mouth from his glistening cock by the simple expedient of yanking her head backwards. James watched the fat knob twitching hazily in front of her face, its vent oozing a little pearly blob of sticky seminal fluid, and looked down into Becca's blue eyes.
James decided it was now time to move on to the next part of Becca's training, one that would give him almost as much pleasure, but one that would bring the poor woman a new insight into her gradual submission to her Master's will.
"You suck reasonably well, for one who is relatively inexperienced." James complimented Becca. "With training, you will do even better. However, before you are granted the pleasure of your Master's essence, there is a serious matter of the displays of hesitancy and reluctance on your part. Such things may not seem important, but it is essential that you learn quickly that you are not allowed any leeway in the tasks that you must undertake."
The occasional constricting of her throat made the task at hand seem longer than it was. In that time, Becca went back and forth with her enjoyment of suckling her Master's cock. She felt the distinct difference in his hardness and a slight tremble to his legs where her hands remained, clinging onto him for support. But before the anticipated eruption into her mouth she was pulled away. Her closed eyes fluttered open to see the deeply coloured member directly before her. To Becca it looked so in need of attention the way it seemed to bob
invitingly before her parted lips.
After a moment of observing the dollop of fluid oozing forth, Becca leaned forward, stretching her tongue to take the morsel of juice. Her eyes turned up to meet her Master's gaze as she did this small thing on her own.
Feeling Becca's soft tongue swipe away the oozing essence from the tip of his quivering rock hard penis, James was tempted to pull her head back and plunge into the warm wet confines of her ever-so willing mouth to bring his building lust to the frenzied fruition that it craved. However, he rejected the immediate response to her ministrations in favour of delaying the ultimate release, whilst he undertook her punishment that would bring him additional pleasures.
"Thank you Master." She murmured in response to his compliment but otherwise remained silent, returning to a nervous state as he spoke of her earlier hesitance. Becca lowered her eyes, almost in shame. She understood fully, her lack of immediate response would gain her a reaction from James. Her instincts telling her she was about to be disciplined.
Leaving Becca kneeling, James went across the room to where the wall racks held the displays of crops and canes. After taking several from the racks and testing their flexibility by swishing them through the air, he selected a length of leather covered whalebone, some 3 feet 6 inches long and as thin as a large sized knitting needle.
To save herself from wringing her hands as James walked from her, Becca had once more clasped her hands to the back of her neck. She observed his experimentation with assorted implements of punishment with a growing mixture of feelings. The sound was loud, perhaps only in her mind, as he tested numerous with a powerful swing.
Returning to Becca, he stood before her, his legs slightly apart displaying his still erect shaft to her gaze.
"I now intend to give you 6 cuts of this crop across your bottom." James informed Becca. "You have a choice of freely offering your arse for chastisement without being restrained, or you can request to be bent over and secured to the leather horse, but the number of strokes will be increased to 12 if you take the latter option."
After waiting a short period to allow the full import of his words to register with Becca, James continued. "Either way, after receiving each stripe, you will thank me for my efforts and beg me to deliver the next one. Should you fail to offer thanks or request the next stroke within 5 seconds, then the preceding cut will not count and will be repeated."
As he waited for Becca's reply, James idly swung the leather crop back and forth in front of the kneeling figure, seeming to delight in a display of torment for the poor woman who was being forced to decide on the severity of her own punishment.
Becca was completely in awe of her Master as she watched him. Tall, distinguished and handsome, his lean body, the flex of his toned muscles, the grip of his hand on the switch. She found herself once more struck by arousal at watching him. As her vision of herself kneeling while suckling his cock had been erotic to her, so was this. There was still a strong element of fear intermingled with her arousal, in a way, the two feelings reinforced each other. Becca was unsure how much pain would be brought to her flesh and was unsure how much she would be able to take. ~ What if I cannot bear it? ~ She asked herself as James returned to her.
Her eyes were drawn first to his manhood as he once again stood before her, but as James spoke, she looked up and took in just what he was saying. ~ Would there be a need for me to be restrained? Will it hurt that much?? ~ She thought as the intensity of her fear grew slightly higher than the level of her arousal, eclipsing the throb that had begun between her legs.
Her body jolted as his commands rang out. "Yes Master!" She exclaimed and spread her legs slightly, her upper body leaning more to her thighs. Becca bent her knees slightly in hopes of adding to her support while pushing her backside further towards him. "Your slave wishes to be punished without being restrained, Master. Her bottom is eager for the lashes so that she may learn to please you better." The words came easily as she released herself to the position. Becca only prayed the next words she spoke would come as easily.
"Very well." said James. "your decision shows that you are foolish in the extreme or determined to show your inner fortitude. You will bend from the waist and grasp your ankles tightly."
Her eyes were tightly closed as Becca complied with the instruction trying not to tense her body as she waited for the inevitable. Knowing it would hurt; she already tried to ensure the lesson was learned. ~ I will not hesitate . . . ~
James's experienced eye took in the highly erotic sight of the naked woman bending before him, her hands grasping her ankles, her breast globes wobbling slightly as they hung dependant from her torso, and the smooth flesh of her bottom cheeks presented to him. Some would call the circumstances obscene, but they would be people who failed to appreciate the incredible emotional charge that can be obtained from a domination and submission relationship. The words spoken and the offering she made emphasised the power that he held over the woman, and if one were to compare it to the d**g culture, this was the ultimate high as far as he was concerned. Whilst the infliction of punishments gave him a substantial feeling of satisfaction, this was just a corollary to the main essence of his enjoyment, which was the exercise of his dominance in respect of women.
"Fine words my dear, but have you the fortitude and bravery to ensure that you obey the instructions that you have been given, to the letter, my dear. For any and all failures will result in additional strokes." James emphasised to Becca. "I intend this to be a caning that will test your resolve to submit and offer yourself, mind and body for my pleasure." ~ I wonder how many she will be able to take, before she succumbs to the agony? ~
Taking up a position just to the left of the quivering girl, James drew the switch across Becca's cringing bottom cheeks. Lightly caressing the curve of her presented buttocks, James tapped the leather bound whalebone crop across the centre of her bottom, the length spanning the shadowed divide as if indicating where the first blow would fall. Taking his measure, he raised the crop up high; up over his shoulder and then brought it down with a swish, his arm moving quickly and with substantial force, so that the impact with Becca's soft flesh was with his full strength. This produced a sharp crack and the twin cheeks of her bottom quivered like two jellies as the instrument bit deep into their soft flesh. A mark appeared across the naked spheres, at first a livid white, then quickly darkening to a painful
red.
James's arm relaxed as he stood waiting to see Becca's actions.
Becca found she couldn't respond, her heart had been in her throat as she waited for the first lash. ~ Please let me bear this. ~ She silently wished and twitched as the cane was stroked over her waiting cheeks. It was the wait that was becoming difficult. The anticipation of feeling her first real punishment had spawned a nervous excitement that she could not shake. Her eyes closed tight as she heard the sudden rush of air. Becca had tried to prepare herself for just how painful it would be but nothing she could have imagined compared to the way it actually felt. The breath to even cry out was gone with the horrendous slice across her buttocks. Her skin broke out in a cold sweat as she shivered and her entire body jolted forward and she was forced to put a hand down on the floor to brace herself.
It was a second before she found her voice but it felt like an eternity. Becca's eyes were watering but she was not yet tearful. The first sound she made was an odd sort of grunt, high pitched but short. ~ Oh God, how will I ever take more?!? ~ She thought as she returned her hand to re-clasp behind her knee. The next thought was ~ How long have I made him wait?? ~
In a rush she spoke. "Thank you Master . . ." but found she could only pant quick short breaths for another moment. "Your slave wishes another Master . . . she requires further punishment." Difficult words to say considering the already gleaming pain to her back side but proper (she hoped) just the same. ~ That's one . . . five more to go . . . Oh God. ~ Becca groaned and pressed her forehead to one of her knees.
James watched as a line of burning, agonising pain erupted across Becca's bottom. His eyes glinted with steely satisfaction to see her reaction and the prohibited movement as her hand reached out to maintain her balance.
"Oh, I may not have made it clear, my dear." James said in a nonchalant tone of voice. "Any movement of your hands from the position instructed also means the same penalty as failure to respond verbally as required."
Allowing time for the import of his words to sink into Becca's mind, James then continued sadistically making her situation even more dire. "Any failures incur an individual penalty, so with your delay in your response and the unauthorised movement of your hand away from your knees, you are now starting the punishment again from a minus position of two strokes."
~ Actually she responded reasonably quickly, but not quickly enough and she will soon learn that the offer of securing her, even for 12 strokes of the rod, would have been a far better proposition. ~
James waited patiently, enjoying the display, before he ordered her to reposition herself and he looked on with a feeling of intense anticipation, and saw across her white quivering cheeks a wicked twin tracked weal had now been raised, it was turning slowly from red to a dark purple. He lifted the supple rod again, paused, and then whipped it down across her soft bottom, letting it bite in, just below that first cruel stroke.
He watched Becca's reaction, whilst his own excitement at laying the punishing instrument across her naked flesh produced a reaction of its own. His turgid member becoming engorged and rigid pointed horizontally from his lower belly. His free hand moved down to lightly grip the rock hard prick and he began to massage it slowly from base to tip.
Becca barely heard what her Master was telling her, over the rush of her breathing as she fought to keep control. She whimpered in response as he informed her she was now beginning again from a minus standpoint. Becca had been afraid it had taken her too long to state the required words, now she knew to respond immediately. The strike across her buttocks throbbed horribly, bringing out cascading goose bumps, as her body temperature seemed to change in waves radiating out from that one hot spot.
For the moment her world was narrowed, further than it had been once she signed the contract. Now all she felt was pain and fear of more. The arousal she had been experiencing so keenly before had all but disappeared, as she was unable to cling to it. Becca felt it was more important to focus all of her energy on getting through her first punishment.
Her chest heaved as she adjusted her position, hanging her head again and trying to prepare for the next. She knew already it was a mistake to have not taken the offer to be restrained but she was not yet at the point to ask him for it. The second strike came as a surprise to Becca. She had been hoping James might warn her. The cane bit deep into her, this time pulling a cry from her lips immediately as her flesh was already sore. The lash mark burned bright with pain but she held the position, her nails digging in to the backs of her ankles. Her head came up, flipping her hair around as she hissed in her next breath. Becca could swear James had struck the exact same spot.
"Thank you Master . . . "she groaned the words and punctuated them with a hiccup of a sob. "Your slave wishes for more ..... please!" Becca's voice was loud and full of pain but she felt she had responded quickly no matter the struggle to do so. She was beginning to doubt how she'd be able to take the rest and hitched in a troubled breath. With her eyes closed, Becca did not know the pleasure her Master was taking in dealing out this punishment.
Watching Becca's fingers gripping tightly at her ankles and listening to her hissing intake of breath as she attempted to achieve the tasks of thanking him requesting the next stripe, James smiled as he saw the blossoming pain-filled second stroke decorate her buns.
As she was again made to position herself and request the next cutting agony of the rod, he tapped the whalebone switch gently against her quivering cheeks, just above the soft crease that divided her bottom cheeks from her upper thighs, causing them to wobble slightly each time at its contact. Then the tapping stopped and the cane left her bottom and came whistling down across the same spot that he had been tapping, ending with a loud crack!! Becca's flesh rippled from its point of impact as it sliced into her plump round cheeks and the band of pain blazed across her bottom.
Whilst he waited for Becca's response James informed her "We will now commence your proper punishment, woman. You have six strokes to come, so let me hear your requests clearly and I wish you to be precise about what you are asking."
~Let me see how strong her desire really is, to submit to me. ~
Becca started, visibly as the rod tapped her backside lightly. Again she was taken off guard by the intensity and suddenness of the strike. Her voice rang out just as suddenly, loud this time. Thankfully she managed to hold the position but felt her knees burning as if straining to lift an enormous weight. As the cry died out, Becca broke into a soft sob. The sound bubbled up along with real tears as she listened to James's guidance.
"Yes Master . . . Thank you Master." She replied, as clearly as she could. Becca was determined now to deal with the searing pain each lash brought and joined with the ones that had not yet faded. In the back of her mind she wanted desperately to beg him to stop her punishment, to at least slow it. ~ That is not how I am to think! ~ She admonished herself silently though her tears continued, not comforted by her need to learn.
"Thank you Master . . . for this punishment . . . " she panted as a chill ran through her body, followed quickly by a flash of heat. "Your slave . . . wishes only to please you Master . . ." Another chill and again the flash pulled a moan from her throat, interrupting her declaration. Becca remained still, staring at the floor below her again, wanting desperately to put a hand out to balance herself better. "Your slave . . . your slave desires further punishment Master
. . . she wishes for the next lash." She continued, attempting to embellish her words to please him.
~ I just need to get through this . . . I can do it. ~ She thought, her lips mouthing her thoughts silently.
"I am aware that you will find the change in your status in life strange and somewhat disconcerting as you try to adjust to the various regimes that I will introduce into our relationship." James informed Becca. "However, adjust you will. It will be expected by me, your Master that you will soon be able to immerse yourself in the lifestyle that you have sought."
With a hard swallow, Becca nodded slightly to what James informed her. His words were absolute with their meaning. Translated, only slightly in her mind, they enforced the terms of the contract; become a properly behaved slave with only thoughts of pleasing those above her level of status or suffer the consequences. All told, Becca knew she had agreed and now had no choice but to conform to her Master's wishes, whatever they may be. All of this she absorbed without further reaction apart from a slight widening of her eyes.
James bent forward and, cupping both of Becca's breasts in his hands, began to knead and squeeze them, drawing his fingers towards the stiff nipples and flicking the hard nubs with the tips of his fingernails, taking delight in watching the marks of his efforts displayed on the ultra smooth surface of her mounds.
Indicating that Becca should return to her kneeling position, a situation in which her eyes were inevitably drawn towards the sight of his member resting between his sturdy thighs, partly concealing the dependant sac of his balls. The anticipation in his veins of his next set of instructions had caused the inevitable reaction and his quiescent cock began to stiffen and swell as it became engorged with his passion.
James decided to have her pay homage to him in a most intimate manner and said. "I wish you now to demonstrate to me that you will submit yourself, body and mind to the satisfaction of my pleasures. You will take hold of the shaft and you will kiss and lick the length from root to tip, making sure that as you lick the tip, you must use your tongue to gather and swallow any liquids that it discovers. Subject to the satisfactory completion of this requirement, you will take it between your lips so that you can suck gently upon its rigidity and see if you are able to extract the essence of my pleasure."
Oddly, Becca felt it almost calming once James took her breasts in his hands. It allowed her mind to be drawn to something other than the situation. Something that brought her pleasure as the soft mounds were kneaded firmly. Her back arched to push her chest towards his touch as she felt his fingernails on the sensitive nubs. Her lips parted as small gasps popped from her chest with each flick.
James smiled as he observed Becca's reaction to the stimulation of her breasts and nipples. ~ Is she is attempting to gain her own modicum of pleasure from my attention, or could it be that she wishes only to enhance my enjoyment? ~
Becca sighed pleasantly as she lowered herself at his indication and found her locked to his growing erection. ~ He is pleased. ~ She thought and watched his manhood directly in front of her while she listened to James's next instructions. Becca looked up into James's face, not hiding her feelings at all. Her eyes were bright and showed her eagerness to please him. The idea of bringing him to orgasm, pleasing him ultimately in that way brought a shy smile to her face. But the confidence was not visible. Her last attempt to orally please a man had ended badly and it weighed on her mind as her eyes returned to his member.
"Yes Master." She whispered and lifted her hands from the back of her neck. Gently Becca touched her hands to James's thighs, laying them flat as she slid them along towards his centre. She was chewing on her bottom lip again as her fingers stroked lightly around the base of his shaft.
Her actions showed hesitance but it did not last long; Becca knew what she was to do and knew full well delays were frowned upon. Her light touch fell to his length now and she leaned forward, tilting her head. Beginning at the base, Becca trailed her tongue first along the underside to the tip. Her wet stroke leaving a faint trail of saliva drying on the silky skin. Once at the head, she closed her eyes while darting the tip of her tongue to the small opening. There was a tiny drop of juice waiting for her that she took onto her tongue.
Becca kept her eyes closed to hide her reaction; the taste of a man's cum was not her favourite. Then, tilting her head the other way she licked up his length again from the base this time over the top, again she darted the tip into the tiny hole and tasted the fluid ever so slowly trickling as his erection strengthened.
James received the attentions of Becca's tongue, revelling in the sensation of her light touch and the coolness of the quickly drying saliva on his ever so sensitive skin. ~ She is learning well ~. James enjoyed the light touch of her lips and the soft swipes as her hot tongue travelled up and down his hardening shaft and licked at the super-sensitive tip, gathering the small signs of the liquid evidence of his lust.
Holding James gently still, Becca repeated this task a couple more times, enjoying the softness of his skin, before she placed a kiss to the head. Her lips lingered as she attempted to steel herself for the full penetration of her mouth. Becca slowly parted her lips and leaned forward again, already sucking slightly as she pulled him into her warm mouth. Though concerned her lack of experience would show, she was desperate to please her Master. Forming a seal with her lips she continued to take more of his length into her mouth until she felt she could handle no more. Slowly she pulled back, sucking more as she did. Inside her mouth her tongue rippled slightly along the underside. One of her hands returned to lay upon his thigh to brace herself, the other remained lightly around the base of his cock.
Becca continued in this fashion, her pace increasing slightly as she got used to the feeling of him filling her mouth. She was beginning to enjoy herself more as she glanced sideways while barely opening her eyes. She could see herself reflected in one of the mirrored closet doors and found the image of herself on her knees before him to be very erotic, almost stimulating to her mind out of the nervousness she had been feeling and into the powerful arousal she had felt before.
James sighed as he felt his rigid member engulfed by the warm wetness of Becca's mouth; her oral administrations as her tongue slid along his cock were making his rock hard, but sensitive penis twitch and jerk.
As she continued, Becca began to enjoy the feeling of her Master's cock in her mouth more and more. His varied sounds and instructions let her know she was doing well. She followed what he directed and praised as best she could, sliding her tongue over him with each intake to offer him as much pleasure as she could. At his further instruction, Becca strengthened her pull, tightening her moist lips about his erection, and gaining confidence in her abilities.
"That's it, yes; use your tongue to caress the length of your Master." James instructed the kneeling figure. "Now, make sure that you keep your lips tight about the shaft."
Feeling the pace of Becca's mouth increasing, James took control of her actions and, gripping hanks of Becca's shoulder length brown hair in his hands, he began to ease her head backwards and forwards, thrusting with his hips on the forward strokes, so that the tip of his cock touched against the back of her throat.
Her movements were suddenly restricted as he took hold of her hair. Becca made a soft noise, akin to a whimper as he pulled himself deeper into her mouth. James pushed himself deeper than she had taken him before, setting off her gag reflex. Becca adjusted both of her hands to now grip onto his lower hips as her throat revolted against the intrusion, her jaws spreading wider to accommodate his girth. She clung on to self-control and somehow kept herself from struggling in his grip. It took a few thrusts for her to adjust to the deeper strokes but she managed, her eyes watering with the sensation of his cock head tickling the back of her throat, but finally growing accustomed to what he desired despite her discomfort.
"Now use the tip of your tongue, lick it round the bulbous bit...ah yes that's the way, very good." He felt the probing the tip of her tongue pressing into the vent at the end. He kept pulling Becca's head back holding firmly by her hair giving her no excuse to give up. "Good really long sucks, good girl, that's a good girl...ah...yes!!"
Now that she had released herself to his current control of any actions she might take, Becca only did as he instructed, revelling in his praise of her efforts. Her tongue twined itself about his cock and its head. She worked her mind to deal with the taste of his pre-cum still dribbling ever so slowly across her taste buds. ~ It is his pleasure I seek not just dealing with it. ~ She encouraged with her own thoughts. She knew she could not retreat into modesty and a reflexive reaction that would have had her pull away, James's hold prevented anything but performing. She moaned, finally gaining her own pleasure as she heard him praise her further.
James allowed Becca to continue to suck on his hardened shaft for about 5 minutes, during which time he repeatedly forced her to accept the head of his cock at the back of her throat. He stood there letting her suck him as he watched her pretty brunette head bobbing, listening to the sucking noises produced by her soft lips sliding up and down his cock length. Her tongue fluttering teasingly around the bell end, as he kept her at it, sucking away at his hard flesh until he felt the beginnings of the first spasm of an impending orgasm. It was so very tempting to come in this lovely woman's mouth, but he didn't want her sucking him off, not yet.
"Oh ...that's enough...stop it now." He pulled her head back and eased her mouth from his glistening cock by the simple expedient of yanking her head backwards. James watched the fat knob twitching hazily in front of her face, its vent oozing a little pearly blob of sticky seminal fluid, and looked down into Becca's blue eyes.
James decided it was now time to move on to the next part of Becca's training, one that would give him almost as much pleasure, but one that would bring the poor woman a new insight into her gradual submission to her Master's will.
"You suck reasonably well, for one who is relatively inexperienced." James complimented Becca. "With training, you will do even better. However, before you are granted the pleasure of your Master's essence, there is a serious matter of the displays of hesitancy and reluctance on your part. Such things may not seem important, but it is essential that you learn quickly that you are not allowed any leeway in the tasks that you must undertake."
The occasional constricting of her throat made the task at hand seem longer than it was. In that time, Becca went back and forth with her enjoyment of suckling her Master's cock. She felt the distinct difference in his hardness and a slight tremble to his legs where her hands remained, clinging onto him for support. But before the anticipated eruption into her mouth she was pulled away. Her closed eyes fluttered open to see the deeply coloured member directly before her. To Becca it looked so in need of attention the way it seemed to bob
invitingly before her parted lips.
After a moment of observing the dollop of fluid oozing forth, Becca leaned forward, stretching her tongue to take the morsel of juice. Her eyes turned up to meet her Master's gaze as she did this small thing on her own.
Feeling Becca's soft tongue swipe away the oozing essence from the tip of his quivering rock hard penis, James was tempted to pull her head back and plunge into the warm wet confines of her ever-so willing mouth to bring his building lust to the frenzied fruition that it craved. However, he rejected the immediate response to her ministrations in favour of delaying the ultimate release, whilst he undertook her punishment that would bring him additional pleasures.
"Thank you Master." She murmured in response to his compliment but otherwise remained silent, returning to a nervous state as he spoke of her earlier hesitance. Becca lowered her eyes, almost in shame. She understood fully, her lack of immediate response would gain her a reaction from James. Her instincts telling her she was about to be disciplined.
Leaving Becca kneeling, James went across the room to where the wall racks held the displays of crops and canes. After taking several from the racks and testing their flexibility by swishing them through the air, he selected a length of leather covered whalebone, some 3 feet 6 inches long and as thin as a large sized knitting needle.
To save herself from wringing her hands as James walked from her, Becca had once more clasped her hands to the back of her neck. She observed his experimentation with assorted implements of punishment with a growing mixture of feelings. The sound was loud, perhaps only in her mind, as he tested numerous with a powerful swing.
Returning to Becca, he stood before her, his legs slightly apart displaying his still erect shaft to her gaze.
"I now intend to give you 6 cuts of this crop across your bottom." James informed Becca. "You have a choice of freely offering your arse for chastisement without being restrained, or you can request to be bent over and secured to the leather horse, but the number of strokes will be increased to 12 if you take the latter option."
After waiting a short period to allow the full import of his words to register with Becca, James continued. "Either way, after receiving each stripe, you will thank me for my efforts and beg me to deliver the next one. Should you fail to offer thanks or request the next stroke within 5 seconds, then the preceding cut will not count and will be repeated."
As he waited for Becca's reply, James idly swung the leather crop back and forth in front of the kneeling figure, seeming to delight in a display of torment for the poor woman who was being forced to decide on the severity of her own punishment.
Becca was completely in awe of her Master as she watched him. Tall, distinguished and handsome, his lean body, the flex of his toned muscles, the grip of his hand on the switch. She found herself once more struck by arousal at watching him. As her vision of herself kneeling while suckling his cock had been erotic to her, so was this. There was still a strong element of fear intermingled with her arousal, in a way, the two feelings reinforced each other. Becca was unsure how much pain would be brought to her flesh and was unsure how much she would be able to take. ~ What if I cannot bear it? ~ She asked herself as James returned to her.
Her eyes were drawn first to his manhood as he once again stood before her, but as James spoke, she looked up and took in just what he was saying. ~ Would there be a need for me to be restrained? Will it hurt that much?? ~ She thought as the intensity of her fear grew slightly higher than the level of her arousal, eclipsing the throb that had begun between her legs.
Her body jolted as his commands rang out. "Yes Master!" She exclaimed and spread her legs slightly, her upper body leaning more to her thighs. Becca bent her knees slightly in hopes of adding to her support while pushing her backside further towards him. "Your slave wishes to be punished without being restrained, Master. Her bottom is eager for the lashes so that she may learn to please you better." The words came easily as she released herself to the position. Becca only prayed the next words she spoke would come as easily.
"Very well." said James. "your decision shows that you are foolish in the extreme or determined to show your inner fortitude. You will bend from the waist and grasp your ankles tightly."
Her eyes were tightly closed as Becca complied with the instruction trying not to tense her body as she waited for the inevitable. Knowing it would hurt; she already tried to ensure the lesson was learned. ~ I will not hesitate . . . ~
James's experienced eye took in the highly erotic sight of the naked woman bending before him, her hands grasping her ankles, her breast globes wobbling slightly as they hung dependant from her torso, and the smooth flesh of her bottom cheeks presented to him. Some would call the circumstances obscene, but they would be people who failed to appreciate the incredible emotional charge that can be obtained from a domination and submission relationship. The words spoken and the offering she made emphasised the power that he held over the woman, and if one were to compare it to the d**g culture, this was the ultimate high as far as he was concerned. Whilst the infliction of punishments gave him a substantial feeling of satisfaction, this was just a corollary to the main essence of his enjoyment, which was the exercise of his dominance in respect of women.
"Fine words my dear, but have you the fortitude and bravery to ensure that you obey the instructions that you have been given, to the letter, my dear. For any and all failures will result in additional strokes." James emphasised to Becca. "I intend this to be a caning that will test your resolve to submit and offer yourself, mind and body for my pleasure." ~ I wonder how many she will be able to take, before she succumbs to the agony? ~
Taking up a position just to the left of the quivering girl, James drew the switch across Becca's cringing bottom cheeks. Lightly caressing the curve of her presented buttocks, James tapped the leather bound whalebone crop across the centre of her bottom, the length spanning the shadowed divide as if indicating where the first blow would fall. Taking his measure, he raised the crop up high; up over his shoulder and then brought it down with a swish, his arm moving quickly and with substantial force, so that the impact with Becca's soft flesh was with his full strength. This produced a sharp crack and the twin cheeks of her bottom quivered like two jellies as the instrument bit deep into their soft flesh. A mark appeared across the naked spheres, at first a livid white, then quickly darkening to a painful
red.
James's arm relaxed as he stood waiting to see Becca's actions.
Becca found she couldn't respond, her heart had been in her throat as she waited for the first lash. ~ Please let me bear this. ~ She silently wished and twitched as the cane was stroked over her waiting cheeks. It was the wait that was becoming difficult. The anticipation of feeling her first real punishment had spawned a nervous excitement that she could not shake. Her eyes closed tight as she heard the sudden rush of air. Becca had tried to prepare herself for just how painful it would be but nothing she could have imagined compared to the way it actually felt. The breath to even cry out was gone with the horrendous slice across her buttocks. Her skin broke out in a cold sweat as she shivered and her entire body jolted forward and she was forced to put a hand down on the floor to brace herself.
It was a second before she found her voice but it felt like an eternity. Becca's eyes were watering but she was not yet tearful. The first sound she made was an odd sort of grunt, high pitched but short. ~ Oh God, how will I ever take more?!? ~ She thought as she returned her hand to re-clasp behind her knee. The next thought was ~ How long have I made him wait?? ~
In a rush she spoke. "Thank you Master . . ." but found she could only pant quick short breaths for another moment. "Your slave wishes another Master . . . she requires further punishment." Difficult words to say considering the already gleaming pain to her back side but proper (she hoped) just the same. ~ That's one . . . five more to go . . . Oh God. ~ Becca groaned and pressed her forehead to one of her knees.
James watched as a line of burning, agonising pain erupted across Becca's bottom. His eyes glinted with steely satisfaction to see her reaction and the prohibited movement as her hand reached out to maintain her balance.
"Oh, I may not have made it clear, my dear." James said in a nonchalant tone of voice. "Any movement of your hands from the position instructed also means the same penalty as failure to respond verbally as required."
Allowing time for the import of his words to sink into Becca's mind, James then continued sadistically making her situation even more dire. "Any failures incur an individual penalty, so with your delay in your response and the unauthorised movement of your hand away from your knees, you are now starting the punishment again from a minus position of two strokes."
~ Actually she responded reasonably quickly, but not quickly enough and she will soon learn that the offer of securing her, even for 12 strokes of the rod, would have been a far better proposition. ~
James waited patiently, enjoying the display, before he ordered her to reposition herself and he looked on with a feeling of intense anticipation, and saw across her white quivering cheeks a wicked twin tracked weal had now been raised, it was turning slowly from red to a dark purple. He lifted the supple rod again, paused, and then whipped it down across her soft bottom, letting it bite in, just below that first cruel stroke.
He watched Becca's reaction, whilst his own excitement at laying the punishing instrument across her naked flesh produced a reaction of its own. His turgid member becoming engorged and rigid pointed horizontally from his lower belly. His free hand moved down to lightly grip the rock hard prick and he began to massage it slowly from base to tip.
Becca barely heard what her Master was telling her, over the rush of her breathing as she fought to keep control. She whimpered in response as he informed her she was now beginning again from a minus standpoint. Becca had been afraid it had taken her too long to state the required words, now she knew to respond immediately. The strike across her buttocks throbbed horribly, bringing out cascading goose bumps, as her body temperature seemed to change in waves radiating out from that one hot spot.
For the moment her world was narrowed, further than it had been once she signed the contract. Now all she felt was pain and fear of more. The arousal she had been experiencing so keenly before had all but disappeared, as she was unable to cling to it. Becca felt it was more important to focus all of her energy on getting through her first punishment.
Her chest heaved as she adjusted her position, hanging her head again and trying to prepare for the next. She knew already it was a mistake to have not taken the offer to be restrained but she was not yet at the point to ask him for it. The second strike came as a surprise to Becca. She had been hoping James might warn her. The cane bit deep into her, this time pulling a cry from her lips immediately as her flesh was already sore. The lash mark burned bright with pain but she held the position, her nails digging in to the backs of her ankles. Her head came up, flipping her hair around as she hissed in her next breath. Becca could swear James had struck the exact same spot.
"Thank you Master . . . "she groaned the words and punctuated them with a hiccup of a sob. "Your slave wishes for more ..... please!" Becca's voice was loud and full of pain but she felt she had responded quickly no matter the struggle to do so. She was beginning to doubt how she'd be able to take the rest and hitched in a troubled breath. With her eyes closed, Becca did not know the pleasure her Master was taking in dealing out this punishment.
Watching Becca's fingers gripping tightly at her ankles and listening to her hissing intake of breath as she attempted to achieve the tasks of thanking him requesting the next stripe, James smiled as he saw the blossoming pain-filled second stroke decorate her buns.
As she was again made to position herself and request the next cutting agony of the rod, he tapped the whalebone switch gently against her quivering cheeks, just above the soft crease that divided her bottom cheeks from her upper thighs, causing them to wobble slightly each time at its contact. Then the tapping stopped and the cane left her bottom and came whistling down across the same spot that he had been tapping, ending with a loud crack!! Becca's flesh rippled from its point of impact as it sliced into her plump round cheeks and the band of pain blazed across her bottom.
Whilst he waited for Becca's response James informed her "We will now commence your proper punishment, woman. You have six strokes to come, so let me hear your requests clearly and I wish you to be precise about what you are asking."
~Let me see how strong her desire really is, to submit to me. ~
Becca started, visibly as the rod tapped her backside lightly. Again she was taken off guard by the intensity and suddenness of the strike. Her voice rang out just as suddenly, loud this time. Thankfully she managed to hold the position but felt her knees burning as if straining to lift an enormous weight. As the cry died out, Becca broke into a soft sob. The sound bubbled up along with real tears as she listened to James's guidance.
"Yes Master . . . Thank you Master." She replied, as clearly as she could. Becca was determined now to deal with the searing pain each lash brought and joined with the ones that had not yet faded. In the back of her mind she wanted desperately to beg him to stop her punishment, to at least slow it. ~ That is not how I am to think! ~ She admonished herself silently though her tears continued, not comforted by her need to learn.
"Thank you Master . . . for this punishment . . . " she panted as a chill ran through her body, followed quickly by a flash of heat. "Your slave . . . wishes only to please you Master . . ." Another chill and again the flash pulled a moan from her throat, interrupting her declaration. Becca remained still, staring at the floor below her again, wanting desperately to put a hand out to balance herself better. "Your slave . . . your slave desires further punishment Master
. . . she wishes for the next lash." She continued, attempting to embellish her words to please him.
~ I just need to get through this . . . I can do it. ~ She thought, her lips mouthing her thoughts silently.
Nadene
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