Page 48 of Release Me

“Don’t be shy. It’s okay to take pleasure in what we’ve discussed so far. In fact, you should be proud of yourself, Brynn. It means you’re more accepting of it than you think you are. And this pleases me very,verymuch.”

Her cheeks heat with lust before she drops down onto her knees and gets into position.

“Thank you, sir.” She remembered to reply again. That’s one more reward I’ll be giving her today.

I begin to circle her again as I continue to quiz her.

“I went over some of the rules of my dungeon upstairs. Can you tell me what the three most important rules are, Brynn?”

“Use my safewords, keep an open mind, ask permission to come, sir.”

“Good.”

I continue to ask her questions regarding our discussion upstairs such as physical activity, diet, wardrobe, and journaling. She got every question right without missing a beat.

“Please stand, Brynn,” I command, holding my hand out to her so I can be of assistance to her should she need it. “We’re going to get started now.”

She surprises me by grabbing on to my hand and letting me assist her.

“Pick any of the equipment for us to use. Normally, I will tell you where I want you, but today will be more exploratory than anything.”

Waving my hand at the dungeon as a whole, I give her the option of choosing a piece of furniture she wants to try. As she looks around, I can tell she feels a little overwhelmed.

“It doesn’t matter to me. Can you pick what we do?” she requests.

I know exactly where I want her. I motion for her to follow me as I make my way over to the spanking bench. She looks at me as though she’s about to argue, thinking she’s in trouble.

“This isn’t a punishment, Brynn. You’ll enjoy what I have planned for you, trust me. Hop on up.”

I watch her as she climbs up and straddles the bench I had to force her onto yesterday. I don’t plan on spanking her, unless she earns it or asks for it. When we were going over her hard and soft limits upstairs, she told me she doesn’t mind being spanked, but she’s never received a proper spanking before.

When she’s in place, I secure her in the binds.

“This is a spanking bench, which I briefly mentioned yesterday. While you haven’t done anything to warrant a spanking, I’d like to test your pain threshold. Remember, this is not meant as a punishment, Brynn. I’ve only planned for pleasure today, and provided you follow all of the rules, pleasure is the only thing you’ll receive. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

I grip her chin gently and move in for a kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her.

I let one of my hands caress her skin as I move from her head down to the business end of the bench. Before I go to the armoire and grab some tools, I bask in the sight of her spread wide before me. Both holes readily available for any pleasure I wish to give to her. Her glistening pussy captures my attention and I am powerless to resist a taste. Hitting a button, the hydraulic base the bench sits on raises, and I stop it at the level of my mouth. I grip each cheek as I run my tongue through the sticky sweetness dripping from her pussy. I drag the moisture up and twirl my tongue around her tight puckered hole as she moans her pleasure.

I have to force myself to stop before I lose focus. As I remove my tongue from her delicious skin, I press a kiss to each of her ass cheeks, before lowering the table back down to waist height.

“I’m going to try a few different instruments on you to find out which you like best, and which you don’t care for. This will aid me in your pleasure, but also help me discover the best ways to discipline you. Please remember, discipline isn’t always a bad thing. Do not lie about how any of these instruments make you feel. If you don’t like something, I will know, but I require your honesty.”

“Yes, sir,” she answers lightly, as I walk to the other side of the room.

I look from the cabinet to her and smile when I see her relaxed against the bench. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is even. She’s not nervous, she’s not upset.

She’s perfect.

Starting with the riding crop, I pepper her perfect cheeks getting harder with each swat. In between, I rub it against her clit to see just how sensitive it is. She gasps when I make contact and tenses up. I will definitely have to stay away from it today. After the riding crop, I choose the flogger. Again, I start out soft and work my way to a more powerful strike. By the time I’m through with the flogger, she’s dripping with moisture again, and a long string of arousal hangs from her.

“I think it’s safe to say you enjoy both the flogger and the crop. Your body is reacting strongly to both of them.”

“Yes, sir.”

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