Page 85 of A Master's Destiny
I join the spirited round of applause.
Marquis Gray nods in response. “It is my honor to join you tonight. Master Nosh shared with me how impressed he has been with your growth and accomplishments in the past six weeks. I encourage you to never stop pushing yourself as a Dominant. With an open mind, there are untold levels of self-discovery and pleasure to be explored.”
He stoops down and opens his silver chest, pulling out a large leather flogger to show us. “As Maestro Leo mentioned, I have come to teach you the art of flogging.”
Marquis Gray sets it back in the box before calling out, “Celestia, come join me.”
From the back of the auditorium, a woman with long, black hair walks onto the stage and bows at Marquis Gray’s feet.
Addressing us, he explains, “I use music to enhance my scenes. I want you to watch and note every detail as my scene plays out. Understand that I am purposeful in all my actions. Afterward, I will explain each element of the scene before I teach you how to properly wield this instrument for maximum benefit and effect.”
Turning his attention back on his submissive, Marquis Gray places his hand on her head. “You may stand and remove your dress.”
She obediently stands up and slips out of the simple black dress, revealing that she’s only wearing a white thong underneath. She waits for his next command, her head bowed respectfully.
“Turn,” he commands gently, pulling out a white lace ribbon. When her back is to him, he covers her eyes and secures the blindfold.
With slow, decisive movements, he separates her hair into three sections and braids it, placing the braid in front.
“Place your hands behind your head.”
After she complies, he binds her wrists with a white satin ribbon, finishing it with an artful bow. He turns her so we have a better angle to watch before he commands her to kneel.
Marquis adjusts her position, pushing her shoulders slightly forward before reaching into his silver chest and pulling out a piece of red lace. Kneeling down on one knee, he works in silence as he caresses her upper back with it just under the shoulder blades. After stimulating her skin, he sets the lace down and reaches back into the chest.
Taking out a black leather glove, Marquis Gray uses it as an instrument, slapping her skin with it. The soft, alluring sound fills the auditorium.
He then lays down the glove and glides his hands over her pinkened back. “Now that you are properly warmed up, we can begin,” he murmurs to her.
The moment the sound of Mozart fills the air, I notice the submissive physically relax. I wonder if she associates the music with the stimulation of his flogger and is already anticipating its caress.
Marquis Gray then pulls out the large, multi-tailed flogger from his chest, and swings it in the air for a few moments to warm up his muscles, before he positions himself behind her.
I watch with interest as he pulls back his arm to deliver the first stroke. The thud of the flogger echoes over the music as it makes contact with her skin. She lets out a charming cry.
“Color?” I hear him ask.
“Green, Master.”
He offers a rare smile as he lifts his arm once more. “Enjoy, my sweet.”
Marquis Gray’s movements are graceful as he swings the flogger. The multiple tails make contact with her skin all at once as he lashes her in rhythm with the classical piece.
Adjusting the power and timing of his lashes to match the music, Marquis uses a circular motion in conjunction with the slower, more melodic sections, and then switches to a figure eight when the composition becomes more powerful and intense.
The auditorium is filled with the sound of leather against skin as he lashes her in time with the music, imparting his passion and devotion to his submissive with every stroke of the instrument.
The joyful smile on his submissive’s face as she receives his focused attention is awe-inspiring.
I sit there mesmerized by the beauty of their power exchange.
When I return to my apartment, I am surprised to see Anderson’s suitcase sitting next to the door.
“You’re headed back to Denver, then?” I ask, throwing my keys on the counter.
“I am, buddy. I’ve been putting out feelers while I’ve been out here, and one of the companies I’ve had my eyes on just asked me to come in for an interview.”
I walk over to a hug, patting him on the back several times. “That’s great news. I have no doubt you are going to ace the interview.”
