Page 62 of The Dommes

“Tell me what you want, Katie.” Ira goes through a few scraps of black silk, holding this one up to the light and that one against my bare skin. “What turns you on the most right now? What position are you begging for?”

Is she negotiating with me? “I don’t care, Mistress. I just want you to…”

Ira raises an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please.”

The handcuffs land beside me. They sound so heavy. “Last two times I did that, I took you against a wall.” Before I can say uncle, one of my wrists is handcuffed to the bed. Have I mentioned that I’m on my stomach? I feel so vulnerable that I want to cry. This is happening so fast! “In fact, I haven’t had non-wall sex with a woman in a good while. I can’t wait to take you.”

She snatches my other wrist and makes it join the first.

“Well, well.” Ira’s fingers start at my neck and travel down my back, following the curve of my spine before ending at my ass. My wet ass, since that’s how aroused I am.

“You are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” I don’t know if she’s telling the truth, and I don’t care. It makes me feel better. “I’m going to take you, Katie. I’m going to take your body and send your mind to oblivion.” She squeezes my French twist. I don’t know why she likes my hair up so much.

Then she pulls it out of its hold, my long hair falling over my face, down my back. It covers her hand as she caresses my flesh.

Ira lifts the blindfold.

“Wait…”

“Hm?” She sits next to me, her weight making the bed sink and my body slightly roll left. “Problem? Tell me what’s on your mind.”

I don’t know where to begin. Partly because she’s wrapping the silk around my eyes, cutting me off from the world. “I don’t know…”

“I’m not going to gag you. You’ll have every bit of power to say your safe word. But I want to do this.”

“Okay.”

Her breath is in my ear. “Good.” Now her hand is on my ass. Firm. Adrenaline pumps through me. Oh God. Oh fuck. Please take mercy on me.

I’ve never been spanked before.

I yelp when she does nothing more than tap my ass. You’d think she whacked me with a damn paddle.

“Shh.” She kisses my shoulder, nibbling my bra strap again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Why are you spanking me?” I’m being insubordinate. I can’t help it. I need to know.

“You need to be broken in, Katie. You need to have your mindset changed. I’m not giving you release until I feel you’re actually in a different mindset.”

I don’t say anything.

“You’ve always tried to take power.” She smacks my ass, gently, but enough to make me jerk up and yank on my handcuffs. I wish I could see the look on her face, what her hand is doing. Instead, I get a tap on my other cheek. “I don’t blame you. A woman in your position… it must be difficult.”

She spanks me harder. I gasp, a whimper underlying my voice.

“Now you’re going to let go of that control. You’re going to take every sting people have tried to throw your way and you brushed off. You have to, Kathleen. You must accept the sting.”

Ow! Ow!

She spanked me so hard that I shrieked into the pillow!

The sting, as she calls it, takes over my body. It’s all I can fucking feel, especially when she whacks me again, my flesh rippling beneath her touch and… and… so numb. So sore. My legs shoot up and I instinctively try to roll away from her poisonous touch. But I can’t. The handcuffs prevent me from using my body as it should be used.

Instead, she’s using it.

“Do you feel that?” Ira’s voice is caustic, angry. “Do you feel how much it hurts?”

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