Page 41 of Release Me

“Please take note, that is the only question I’ll allow you at this time. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes,what?” I shout, my anger rising to the surface.

Control yourself.

Once I finish slathering this cream on and answering her question, I need to get myself in a better headspace. It’s dangerous for me to continue her punishment if I can’t get control of my emotions. She’s shocked at my outburst, having never heard me raise my voice before. However, I’m positive it won’t be the last time she hears it.

“Yes, sir,” she corrects herself.

“This is extra strength arousal cream.”

I watch her reaction carefully as I answer her question. Her eyes are conflicted, as though she’s fighting between fear and lust.

“I realized while you were still restrained on the bench, spanking is less of a punishment for you and more of a reward, isn’t it? You’re a masochist, Brynn. A pain slut. Isn’t that right?”

Her mouth falls open as her pupils begin to dilate. This cream is fast acting, and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy watching each part of her body react to its effect.

“Isn’t. That. Right.”

I grip her chin in my hand. My mind teases me as I watch my cock enter her waiting mouth. Soon… I will be inside of her again, soon.

“Yes, sir.”

Letting her chin go, I pat her cheek quickly, several times before I step away again.

“Yes. Therefore, I can’t punish you with pain. I must punish you with pleasure...or lack thereof, as it were. I’ve been keeping track of every disrespectful comment you’ve made since your arrival. Each infraction will earn you one hour without any relief. At the top of every hour, I will reapply more of the cream, ensuring the sensation reignites regularly until your punishment is over.”

I watch her lip snarl in anger, but it's very short lived as pleasure pushes its way through her outrage.

“Now, let’s run through all the ways you’ve shown me disrespect since you walked through my front door yesterday.”

* * *

Brynn is a sight to be seen.

Her skin is flushed. Her chest heaves with each labored breath. A sheen of sweat covers her fevered body.

She reminds me of the first time I saw her, restrained to her bed in the basement of Meadowlake. I let her relieve herself then, but this time...this timeIwill have the pleasure of doing so.

We’re nearly through hour four of nine. She’s cried out a lot. Begged me to put an end to it. Told me she was sorry and was ready to behave. Until she yelled and cursed at me during hour two. I warned her I will add on as many hours as needed if she disrespects me again during the punishment, and it hasn’t happened since. That’s the only time I’ve spoken to her since I slathered the first layer of cream on her clit.

“I brought you down here today, Brynn, because I wanted to introduce you to the other part of my world. I was planning on going through my rules and expectations, and then we were going to have playtime. Your stay here can be an enjoyable experience, but only if you learn to control your attitude and behavior.”

“Y—ou tricked m—me into com—ming here.”

“You can call it that if you’d like. I call it being a good doctor, and a good Dom. In both cases, I know exactly what you need.”

Her eyes shift from me to her clit to the ceiling as I circle the bed.

“From a doctor’s perspective, you need to explore your disorder through therapy and situational experimentation to get to the root of it and figure out how to live a normal life. From a Dom’s perspective, you need someone to lean on, to give control to, when you feel yourself spiraling. When therapy is too much to handle, and you need a distraction. When you need to relieve stress or get out anger you have toward your mother and the men she paraded through your life. When you’re sad because you miss Emmaline.”

The next moment my eyes fall on her, I see a tear slip out from the corner of her eye.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it. I know how angry it makes you, and why you act out when you can’t handle your emotions.”

She looks at me skeptically. I need to take off my Dom hat and replace it with my doctor hat for a minute. I want her to be candid with me. Perhaps if I begin by telling her about my past, she will be more receptive to therapy.

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