Page 95 of Masters of Control

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“I’m on birth control, not that we’ll necessarily have sex tonight. Is there any other reason for protection?”

“No, Mistress. I’m tested regularly and I haven’t scened sexually with anyone since my last test.”

Maybe it had just been way too long, but she swore Freddy glowed more than any other sub she’d scened with. He described himself as a service sub, so she would have acknowledged any task well done, but his reaction made her want to pile on the compliments. His reaction to her words gave her both a sense of power and peace.

“I think we’ll start with the spanking bench. You may get up and put yourself in position.”

He might be the most graceful man she’d ever seen, even among other experienced subs. Freddy didn’t just stand. He flowed to his feet, muscles rippling the whole way. He had a very nice physique, with lots of long lean muscles that looked just right on his swimmer’s frame and those fun little notches men got at their hips.

He’d mentioned wax play, and she had the sudden urge to get out some candles and matches and fill those notches up…

Maybe another time... if he wanted to play again after tonight. So far, she hadn’t seen anything that would indicate otherwise. Despite being experienced and obviously practiced, he was eager to play with her. Which gave her another boost of confidence. It was one thing for the other Dominants to accept her when Julie had introduced her as a Domme. It was another for a sub who was literally putting his body, his pain and his pleasure, into her hands.

Padding silently around the bench, Freddy draped himself over it. Whoever had last used or positioned it had set it up for someone Freddy’s height. Dammit. Five bucks Freddy was who Julie had picked out for Camille. She had the sudden suspicion she’d been played.

But that wasn’t Freddy’s fault, and really, could she fault Julie’s choice? No. No, she couldn’t.

“Very good,” she said, putting the probe and lube on a nearby table. Those were for later, after she finished the flogging. Walking over, she ran her hand down Freddy’s back, and he sighed with enjoyment as she ran her palm over the curve of his very cute ass.

She loved a man with a good butt.

The flogger hung down at her side. The spanking bench wasn’t the ideal setup for flogging, but it worked for both of the things she wanted to do, and she didn’t feel like moving around too much.

Easing back into things.

This way, she wouldn’t have to mess around with restraints or anything else.

“What’s your safeword?”

“I use the stoplight system, Mistress. Green, Yellow, Red.”

Camille nodded. Not everyone used a special safeword, and she liked the stoplight system. Some subs would push it if they only had a word for ‘stop’ instead of also being able to request a slowdown or a pause. Since she and Freddy were new to each other, she felt that having ‘yellow’ was a necessity.

He sighed happily as she stroked her hand down his back and buttocks again.

“Very good, Freddy. Let’s get started then.”

Stepping back, she lifted the flogger.

Freddy

Thuddy delights rained down on Freddy’s skin as Mistress Camille flogged him. He groaned with pleasure, flexing his shoulders. This wasn’t the first time he’d been flogged while being bent over, but most Dominants preferred a standing position. There was something nice about not having to keep his feet while the stingy, thuddy pleasure of the leather stroked his back and ass.

The knots on the flogger could have hurt, if she’d been swinging hard enough, but she was starting off light. He didn’t object. The build felt nice.

After about thirty seconds, she paused. He heard her coming closer, then her hand rubbed over his shoulders and back again, touching skin much more sensitive than it had been before. Shivering in reaction, his fingers tightened on the grips as his cock jerked where it was trapped between his body and the leather padding of the bench.

“How are you doing, Freddy?”

“Very, very green, Mistress. Please don’t stop.” There was a small plea in his voice. While he appreciated her caution, he could take so much more.

He wanted so much more.

She chuckled, changing her touch so it was her nails against his skin—not hard, but enough to send another shiver up and down his spine. The new sensation crawled over him, and he rolled his shoulders in response.

Then she stepped away, and he heard the swish just before the flogger landed again. It thudded against his skin, the knots hitting deep, and he sank into the sensations. Yes, it hurt a little, but in the way a really good massage hurt, and he could feel himself relaxing further and further. Without the imperative to keep himself on his feet, with the bench taking the entirety of his weight, he was able to completely let go.