“Mmhmm, this is what I expected,” I said. “Your reactions show me what your body and mind like. You’re allowed to make noise if you feel like it, but no talking.” This was part of the discipline.
My eyes were glued to hers as I moved the tip of the crop up and down her soaked slit, taking in the lovely sounds of her quiet whimpers. On top of the subdued moans that escaped her mouth, the rapid rise and fall of Alison’s chest gave away that she was incredibly turned on. I moved the crop to her swollen clit and applied a slight bit more pressure to the flap. Turning my wrist, I was able to move the crop’s flap along the groove between her folds on either side of her clit. This was driving her wild, and her moans grew louder. I enjoyed the fact that Alison was wired to accept and enjoy my kind of pleasure.
I could have done this all night with her, but I was mindful that she had already had a couple play sessions. It would be cruel for me to draw out giving her what she needed. I still had a handful of questions for her, but those could come during aftercare.
Her clit was pouty and protruding as it begged for attention as I gently fondled her nub.Sing for me, Alison.I gripped the handle of the crop tightly and then slapped the flap down on her clit.
“Mmm,” Alison moaned, much louder this time.
Her body was alert only to me and what I was giving her. She tried to move her pelvis toward the crop to show me she wanted it.I know you do. I teased her clit by making a few more painting motions with the crop before I slapped it down again. This time her back arched as it accompanied the moans. The fifth slap to her clit was the one that made her lose control and come. As she unraveled, my eyes blissfully moved over her body, savoring all of the reactions her body effortlessly showed me.
“Beautiful, Alison,” I softly said.
A sweet smile spread across her face. She hadn’t mumbled any sarcasm or jabs. Alison simply followed my directions and received what she had been looking for all night—pain to get off.
Most of the rooms in Club Oxygen were stocked with items for basic care, and there was a first aid area where lotions, creams, and ice could be applied. We would eventually end there tonight, but first the emotional care needed to take place.
“You may put your arms down, Alison.”
I stood and could feel my erection poking at the fly of my pants. I picked up Alison’s bright blue bra and her wet panties from the floor where she had tossed them. I crouched behind her, slid the bra straps over her arms, and hooked it in the back. Alison’s panties were cold and wet, and I flat out didn’t want her to put them on. I stood again and walked in front of her, dangling the thong from my fingers.
“I don’t want you to put these panties on right now. They’re too wet and cold. I don’t want the material to irritate your pretty pussy.” Alison looked up at me without a shred of defiance on her face. If anything, she looked vulnerable to me. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she murmured.
I pocketed her panties as I quickly put the crop in the bin beside the door for toys and tools that needed to be cleaned. I returned to Alison and held out both of my hands for her to take hold of. I helped her off the ground, and without letting go of one of her hands, I led us to the main room. Given the lateness of the night, on top of being a weeknight, the main room was very quiet and almost empty. I spotted the perfect loveseat near the corner and grabbed a blanket from a stack on the wall unit.
I sat first, and unlike anyone else whom I’d ever provided care for, Alison crawled onto my lap as if she owned it. Most play partners would sit beside me and let me wrap my arm around them, and sometimes they’d even lean on me. But Alison was staking her claim, which was fine by me. She laid her head on my shoulder and clutched my t-shirt as I wrapped the blanket around her.
“You are a beautiful girl, Alison. You need to remember to be mindful of your body and safety. I know James taught you that, and you have to return to the values he taught you. You don’t need to have multiple play sessions in a night. You need to remember to communicate your needs during negotiations, so you feel fulfilled and don’t seek out another session. Does that make sense, sweetheart?” I asked her as I gently stroked her back.
“It does. I miss him being around so much. I know he’s in love, and believe me, I’m happy for him.” Alison nuzzled her face against my neck. “You smell good.” I started to feel like she was slowly pulling her mask back on, so I prompted her to finish her thought.
“Thank you for the compliment. Now, what were you saying?”
“Just that I’m happy for James, but part of me wishes I could’ve been on the receiving end of his entire heart. Don’t get me wrong, I know he cares about all of us that he’s had under his protection. But seeing how much he loves and cares for Brandon makes me realize that I’m still just one of the others,” she admitted.
I wasn’t surprised to hear her confession of being infatuated with James. But she seemed confused about being one of many. James took care of a very select few members. She wasn’t one of many.
“You aren’t one of many, Alison. You know as well as I do that James was very particular. He helped anyone who wanted help, but there were only a few that everyone knew were under his care and protection. You are one of them.”
“I was.”
“No, youare, sweetheart. He will always care about you.”
“I knew he was a sadist, and I was a masochist, and I thought that maybe it would work out.”
“I talked with James the other day about stepping in to help keep you mindful of your body and safe play.” I rubbed my hand over the irritated skin on the butt cheek that I had access to since she was leaning against me. “He thought it was a wonderful idea. What do you think?”
“I would be under your care and protection?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m going to work with you to settle down this snarky attitude. I’m very disciplined, and I require it. Tonight showed me that you are very capable of being well-behaved. I love to dole out pleasure, and I’m very good at it. You’ll be rewarded with pleasure when you’re well-behaved. Poor behavior won’t earn you any favors.”
“I understand. I would love to be under your care. But why would I behave badly with you or give you a reason to punish me?” she asked.
“Something tells me you will be a firecracker.”
I didn’t want to tell her that I intended on doing the same with Josh, until I knew for sure that Josh would be on board. But judging by how she could be around Josh, I had a feeling this little masochist would be a challenge.
