“I’ve already used the first toy, as you’ve seen, so he’s been properly prepped,” she stated, holding herself tall and proud.
Mistress Destri held out a leather-bound whip, mixes of blacks and reds intertwined together, leading down to the dangling tendrils with squared ends, which were designed to leave an impact on his back without causing lasting damage. “I believe this will be a good start for you. Especially since it’s the first time you’ve ever held one.”
My eyes widened in nervousness.
“Stand closer than you think you need to be and then I want you to slowly move backwards. Doing so gives you the power of every feeling he has. In addition, this lets you know how much slack there needs to be, giving you better control over how rough your strikes are.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but immediately closed it again.
Mistress Destri gave me a tender smile before stepping up behind me, manipulating my body until my legs were shoulder width apart and my shoulders were loose. “There,” she whispered, her voice quiet but firm. “Remember, you have the power to bring him the pleasure he desperately desires.”
I nodded, taking a deep breath before lifting my shaking hand that was gripping onto the flogger.
Gently placing her hand over mine, she adjusted my grip. “Hold it like this.” Then, using her hand to guide mine, she showed me how to properly flick the flogger. Zeek took a deep as the flogger’s strands bit at the flesh of his back, but he didn’t move otherwise.
Using her hips to push against my own, she silently commanded me to take a step backwards. Once again, she directed my arm, flicking the toy out toward the bound man. This time, it hit Zeek’s back harder.
Again and again, she urged me on. Removing her hand from mine, she reached behind her and grabbed a different type of flogger. Once again, she properly positioned the weapon into my hand. The first thing I noticed about this particular toy, aside from its appearance, was the weight in my hand.
Just like before, Mistress Destri placed her hand over mine and urged my hand forward. That first woosh through the air had a different pitch than the previous flogger before smacking firmly against his back with loudCRACK.
Zeek panted, his back arching in a wordless request for more.
“He loves pain.” Mistress’s voice was almost a purr in my ringing ears. “If only he’d let me take him to subspace.”
She helped me through two more strikes before backing off and allowing me the power to control it all on my own. Swallowing nervously, my own heart pounding against my ribcage, I gave her a nod to let her know that I was okay.
I can do this.
My first solo strike wrapped around his shoulder, causing him to shudder. The second landed across his lower back. The next flick of my wrist sent the tendrils nearly wrapping around his neck. Panic began to rise, but quickly came to a stop when I saw his response.
Groaning, Zeek dropped his head forward, his hips flexing, seeking pressure that wasn’t there.
“That’s good for now,” Mistress Destri stated as she placed a gentle hand on my wrist.
I looked up at her in confusion before realization finally set in.Oh! He’s nearing his limit.And this time it wasn’t for pain. Without hesitation, I dropped my hand, the ends of the flogger splaying across to the dark floor.
Destri nodded, taking a step toward Zeek. Careful not to touch him, she leaned in and whispered something in his ear that I couldn’t quite make out. A few seconds later, Zeek nodded. Without another word, she took a step back and rejoined me.
“He’s not normally a big fan of aftercare, but just this once he has agreed to allow you to do it.”
It didn’t take much thought to hand over the flogger, my hand feeling empty as I did so. Standing behind Zeek, I gently ran my hands over his soft back, his head lolling forward as I checked to make sure nothing was overly welted or cut open. I didn’t know a lot about this lifestyle, but I knew enough to know a good Dom ensured the safety and security of their sub after any type of play.
Up close, I could see the still fading bruises and healing cuts that I’d put salve on just a few short weeks ago. Satisfied that there was no real damage done to his skin, I unhooked one arm from above his head before moving on to the next. Mistress Destri knelt beside me, releasing each of his feet from their bindings.
“Find me in a bit, boy. I’d like to speak with you.”
Lips pressed into a thin line, I gave her a tight nod as I stepped away, allowing her to tend to Zeek.
“Thank you, Mistress. And helper.” Zeek’s soft words were more of a whisper as she helped him to step back.
“You’re welcome, Pet.”
With one final glance at the man I’d just inflicted pain upon, I turned to leave, stepping back out onto the main floor of the club. It didn’t take me long to find Eli tucked into the corner at the same table we’d been sitting at before.
He didn’t need to say a word, his expression softening slightly. I’m sure my expression told him everything I was feeling. The only problem was thatIwasn’t entirely sure what I was feeling.
“Come here, Judes.” Eli opened his arms, which I immediately crawled into. “You did good. The first time can be a bit overwhelming, no matter which side of the dynamic you’re on.”
