Page 11 of Tormented Dreams

God, that distancing thing Master X was doing turned her on so much. Made her feel like she was a mere object, a vessel to be used for his pleasure. Grace didn't want soft and sweet and pretty words. Not here in the scene. She wanted to be used roughly and thoroughly until she was reduced to an aching, throbbing wreck.

The way he spoke made her nipples pebble as a tremor skittered all the way down her spine and pooled determinedly in her lady parts at the deep resonance of his voice and his firmly authoritarian stipulations. Was there anything sexier than a demanding sadist who was prepared to boldly state his due care?

Her entire body began to tingle in anticipation. She’d known a moment of disappointment when he'd made it clear that he wouldn't give her the ferocious, relentless type of thrashing she so loved, but she understood the wisdom of his stance. If she hadn't been visiting this new club, she would never have sought another brutal session until her recent wounds had healed. She did have a modicum of self- preservation.

Now, she found her initial disappointment had changed into an eagerness to find out what Master X might have up his sleeve instead. He was an experienced sadist after all. She'd wager he knew a few tricks.

Just the idea had her abdomen clenching with a need which arrowed straight to her pussy and Grace hid a little smile as she blatantly bent over in front of Xavier, wiggling her butt to him and anybody else in the club who cared to look, while she undressed. She didn't know quite what had gotten into her. She wasn't some lithe, nubile young girl on the prowl for everybody's attention and didn't normally act that way. But something sure had her laying it on uncharacteristically thick and making a little bit of a show of it.

Usually, she was far more matter of fact, stripping down with no flash and fanfare as quickly as she could in order to get right down to business.

Xavier, it seemed, brought out the quixotic and vivacious side of her. Who would have thought?

She turned back to him and watched his eyes flare as she stood before him, naked but for the sky-high heels she was wearing.

Nevertheless, if it hadn't been for that brief tell, she might have thought he was unaffected by her little strip tease, since he held his features in an otherwise impassive mask which was enough to get her pulse racing. Lord, how she adored a forcefully assertive Dom!

Without another word, Master X pointed to the floor at his feet and Grace sank to her knees in front of him, dipping her head and adopting a classic kneeling position with her thighs splayedand her arms clasped behind her back so that her chest was automatically thrust out.

She figured Master X would have been more specific if he'd had a particular presentation in mind and, in truth, there was still that imp inside her which wanted to continue to tease him with this rather more provocative pose.

Xavier took a step closer still and grasped a handful of hair, forcing her head back slowly but inexorably until she was looking at him. Lust flooded her system and she could feel her already slick pussy starting to weep, she was so very turned on.

God, this man could do things to her, with just a look or a gesture or the low velvet tone of his voice, that other men couldn't have done without having their hands all over her body.

It was insane, the level of desire he could bring her to with so little effort, and in all her years, both outside the lifestyle as well as in it, she'd never before felt it this intensely with any other man.

"There is very little I like more than a willing submissive kneeling at my feet, ready and waiting for me to fuck her mouth," Xavier rumbled, and Grace found her own mouth watering at the prospect.

"But first, I like to use her well, to have her embrace all of the pain I wish to inflict, to mould and shape her mind until she is reduced to a puddle of need and the only thing she is aware of is me and the sensations I can provide."

Yes, please! Grace screamed within the confines of her mind, but she was disciplined enough to keep her lips sealed shut.

She was pretty sure Master X was well aware of just how he affected her, by the short pants that were her breath and the unmistakable scent of her arousal. Never mind the very obvious giveaway of her nipples, which were so toe-curlingly pebbled that they’d begun to ache as they strained toward him, begging for his touch.

Encouraging her to her feet with his hand still wrapped in her hair, Xavier led her over to the open station, where he wasted no time in shackling her wrists into a pair of cushion lined cuffs. They were attached to a chain suspended from the ceiling, and he adjusted it so that she was stretched to the very limits of comfort.

This was going to be an entirely new experience, Grace acknowledged, within the silent depths of her mind.

For almost two decades - since she'd first recognised her own intrinsic, but admittedly somewhat harsh and radical needs as a masochist - she had always found her fulfilment by way of a straightforward corporal punishment.

Not once, in all of that time, had anyone ever sought to veer her in a different direction and she herself had never thought to wander from that path.

No Dom had ever taken it upon himself to test her boundaries or offer her any alternate type of pain for her body to absorb and construe into her very own, personal brand of twisted pleasure.

Grace was also honest enough to admit she was very likely old enough to be set in her ways, to be too entrenched in demanding what she was used to, and very possibly slightly averse to looking for anything outside the experiences she knew and loved.

Of course, it also sometimes seemed that her punishments needed to be twice as brutal these days, just for her to attain the same kind of euphoric release they used to provide years ago. The healing lash marks across her back and buttocks were testament to that. She never used to need to go so far that her skin was torn.

And that, of course, was a double-edged sword. The harsher the lashings, the longer they took to heal and the more time she had to wait until she was able to seek another fix.

The desire, the need, was becoming all the greater, in recent months, to defy the prudence of good sense and pursue another thrashing before her wounds were properly healed. And that, she knew, was a downward spiral, which would ravage her body with unnecessary and unwanted strain. One that would leave her scarred and ultimately serve to cause irreversible damage, eventually bringing with it its own set of problems. Problems which she didn't want to have to deal with. And that thought was the only thread currently keeping her from taking things that little bit too far.

So, while she would be overjoyed to find an alternative outlet for her masochistic inclinations, in reality, she held out little hope that anyone would ever be able to provide them. Did that make her unreceptive to new experiences, or would she be able to embrace whatever it was that Xavier had in store for her with an open mind?

Honestly, she didn't know. But, at this point, she was at least prepared to go with the flow and see where this experience might lead… though it might be fair to say that her expectations weren't very high.

If it turned out to be a bust, well nothing would be lost except maybe her rather premature and inappropriate thoughts of Xavier as her baby daddy, and right now that was her own private little pipe dream. She already had alternatives lined up.

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