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“He loves you to pieces,” she says.
“I know he does.” There’s no reason for me to feel threatened by other submissives who will undoubtedly get naked and let him restrain them to an apparatus so he can strike them with any number of implements. He gets an adrenaline rush from the dominance. Lots of people do. It’s all going to be okay.
“Do you want to go watch him?” Simone asks.
I glance again at the spot where I last saw him. “Yes. Later, though. First, I want to have fun being me. I suspect watching him will be intense and leave me wrung out.”
“I agree. Let’s go play. Put it out of your mind for now.”
Chapter 29
Bryson
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“Safewords, Luna.”
“Red, yellow, and green, Sir.”
“Good. Do not hesitate to use them. I will check in with you often.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Not everyone calls me Sir when I dominate them, but Luna prefers to speak to every Dom at the club with respect.
“Go choose what you want me to strike you with, Luna.”
She turns to the table where I have set out the implements I’m willing to use tonight. It doesn’t take her long to pick a set of floggers and a cane.
I haven’t used the cane on anyone yet tonight. I do enjoy doing so, but it takes a deeply masochistic sub to choose it. I’m glad Luna has decided she’d like to go there for this scene.
As she sets the items in my palm, I say, “Good. Take off your robe. You know the drill. Arms above your head on the cross. I want your hands on the pegs.”
Luna is wearing a black silk robe, and she removes it, sets it on the table, and walks confidently to the St. Andrew’s cross. Every few weeks, she itches for a deeply masochistic scene. Everyone knows it. A lot of people enjoy watching, and she feeds off the gathering crowd.
Undaunted by her nudity, she raises her arms and grabs the pegs that I’ve placed at the perfect level for her. Her pale skin is my favorite to work with. It’s easy to see results when I’m marking white skin like hers.
I’m completely unfazed by her nudity. She’s just a submissive who has come to me to get her fix. She’s lovely, but she does nothing for me sexually. My focus is on turning her skin red, ending with raised welts.
I glance around the room. This is the second submissive I’ve dominated tonight. So far, Lillian has not come to watch. Once I get started, I put all my focus on my sub. I can’t let my mind wander to outside thoughts, or I could injure someone.
I notice Carson standing close by. He’s wearing all black, his feet are planted wide, arms crossed, one hand rubbing his chin, brows slightly furrowed. I’ve noticed him watching Luna before. I wonder if he has an interest in her.
Talk about an incongruent match. I certainly have my own issues that I shared with him about combining being a sadist with having a Little. In his case, he’s a Daddy Dom. To the best of my knowledge, Luna is not Little. She’s certainly submissive, but she has a deep masochistic streak. She likes to be marked in a way that will last a few days and leave her with plenty of reminders, especially when she tries to sit down.
I don’t know what Luna does for work, but I suspect she likes to be struck hard on Fridays so that she can recover enough to return to her job on Mondays. My job is to make sure she’s able to stretch out the lingering effects of my flogger and cane for two full days without going so far that she’s still wincing on Monday. It’s what she asks for, and it’s what I deliver.
I set my palm on Luna’s shoulder. “Can you keep your hands on the rungs without restraints, Luna?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If you change your mind, you’ll tell me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If you release either rung without letting me know first, the scene is over,” I warn her. I’ve scened with Luna many times. She never lets go. If I thought she would or she had a history of releasing the rungs, I would not let her submit without restraints. It’s too dangerous. She could be injured if I hit her hand or wrist with a cane.
“Yes, Sir.” She lowers her head and adjusts her feet so they’re a few inches apart. She knows what I will demand of her.
