Page 10 of Dark Bonds

“I really don’t know what my hard limits are, I just know I really hate needles.”

“I don’t know of anyone that know them all from the outset. It’s generally a learn as you go thing.”

“This is why I’m hesitant to play with someone I don’t know.”

“You’re smarter than a lot, sadly. Just remember that everyone here is very carefully vetted. Seb and Chase are the best I’ve seen where the process is concerned. It’s why the club is so popular and why so many of us would kill to work here. C’mon, the demos are about to begin.”

Sasha led me over to the impact scene and somehow managed to get us seats in the front.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you planned this,” I said dryly.

She simply shrugged and returned her attention to the front. I knew damn well she didn’t need anything in the session. She’d basically just confirmed my suspicions. I looked up to see Jason walking to the spanking bench, wearing nothing but a pair of black leather pants that molded to the thick muscles in his legs. A gorgeous blonde trailed behind him, wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of tits that must’ve cost her a fortune. Jason went to work binding her wrists and ankles, leaving very little wiggle room. He wound her hair into a ponytail, high on her head.

“Nice to see some new faces in the crowd,” Jason said, meeting my eyes, a smirk on his face. “Everyone here has already gone through the paperwork outlining the rules of any BDSM scene, so I won’t detail those now. This is Cindi, my volunteer for this session. Before each session, the Dominant and submissive will discuss the parameters of play. For this scene, Cindi has agreed to bare-handed spankings and use of any implement of my choosing. Please pay close attention to this part. Once the scene has started, you cannot under any circumstances change the rules you set. The use of safewords is the only thing that can change the course of the scene. Nothing outside of what was agreed to will be added mid-play.

“For this session, we will use the standard red, yellow, green safewords. In addition, we have chosen a non-verbal safe signal of ringing the bell twice to stop play,” he said, motioning to the bell near where her hands were bound. “With any sort of impact play, you must be aware of the safe zones. The spine, top to tail, kidneys, hips, and neck are strictly off-limits. The ears, elbows, heels, and behind the knees are also no-goes. For beginners, you’re best to stick to the ass, thighs, and forearms. Gradually, you can add in the inner thighs, upper back, and chest area. The pussy, palms, and calves can be added as well.”

“Jesus, how does anyone remember all of this,” I whispered to Sasha.

“Lots of practice, honey.”

“Any other parts of the body should only be used by an experienced Dom and with lighter strikes. Now, onto the fun part,” he said, a lascivious grin on his face. “It’s important you begin any session with a warm up. Are you ready, Cindi?”

“Yes, Sir.”

SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

I startled slightly at the cracks that sounded through the room, two to each cheek. I watched eagerly as he landed a series of open-handed smacks to each ass cheek, rubbing them gently to sooth the sting. Jason took each globe of her ass in his hands and squeezed. He followed suit on the backs of her thighs. Seemingly happy with the red of her ass and thighs, he reached to a table beside him and picked up a crop.

“Ready, sweetheart?” he asked, dragging the crop up and down the backs of her thighs.

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.

With a simple flick of the wrist, Jason landed it on her ass, a fiery red line blooming on her already-red cheek. He slowly worked his way down the back of her thighs, her body jarring with each blow, moans and whimpers falling easily from her mouth.

“You are not to cum without my permission. Can you take more?”

She nodded in response and I was puzzled when he stepped back.

Jason looked towards us and explained that nodding was not an acceptable response. After the appropriate yes, Sir, he continued. He picked up a flogger and draped it gently across her upper back. He quickly found a rhythm, landing soft strikes followed by hard, all the way down to her calves.

“Part of the fun in impact play is the anticipation. To that end, I am now going to blindfold our volunteer. I don’t want her to know which implement I’m choosing moving forward.”

He reared his arm back and landed an impressive blow on her ass, causing her to yelp. He traced his fingers gently down her spine before picking up something else from the table. It looked like a long, narrow piece of wood. It was roughly 2’ long and about the diameter of a large fountain pen. He slipped his hand through the wrist strap and wrapped his hand around the handle. It looked a little terrifying, to be honest.

“What the fuck is that,” I hissed to Sasha.

“That, my dear, is an absolutely divine tool called a cane. I’ll tell you more after, but I tell you, it hurts like fuck.”

He landed a light blow to the palm of her hand and she winced.

“For those of you who are questioning whether or not Cindi here is enjoying herself…” he trailed off.

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