The Secret Life of a Submissive and Bonds of Love: 2-book BDSM Erotica Collection. Sarah K

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      ‘I was used to orders but not like this.

      ‘Eva did as she was told, her eyes down in submission. Jessa stood in front of her, legs spread, hands on her hips, and said, “Kiss my boots.”

      ‘And she did, as though in an act of worship. It looked horny as hell. Jessa explained that what Eva wanted and needed was for me to take control: for her, controlling was part of showing that I cared. Do you understand, Sarah?’

      Max looked at me.

      I nodded. ‘I think so, but weren’t you nervous about getting it wrong or hurting her?’

      ‘Yes, but I wanted to be with Eva and I kind of understood. And I could see from her expression that Eva was clearly enjoying it. Then Jessa picked up a length of rope that was over the back of a chair and said, “I’m going to show you how to tie her and beat her, and then we will share her. Is that acceptable?”

      ‘I’m not sure what shocked me the most: beating Eva or sharing her with another woman. When I didn’t reply she said, “It will all become perfectly clear.”

      Then she ordered Eva to stand up and told her to hold out her hands.

      ‘Jessa really liked rope – the way it looked and the marks it left. During the time we were friends she spent hours showing me how to tie someone up, how to ensure you weren’t tying them too tightly or cutting off the circulation. She was a great Dom; being with her was like doing Bondage 101, and as she talked she demonstrated on Eva. That night we ended up binding the rope around Eva’s wrists in long cuffs, from the wrist to halfway up her forearm.’

      Max took my hand and drew his finger up my arm to show me what he meant, as the waiter delivered our first course. Max thanked him and waited till he was out of earshot before saying, ‘Just as Jessa was finishing off the knots she said, “Were you ever a Scout?” I couldn’t work out if she was taking the mickey or not, but she assured me that she wasn’t. Knots are very useful, she said, and I should get a book and practise,’ Max said

      ‘Really?’ I said, with a grin. ‘Are you serious?’

      Max nodded. ‘Yes, and she bought me one that year for Christmas. I think I’ve still got it somewhere. Jessa was fabulous, very intense, very serious – just how you would imagine a real Dominatrix to be. She was also a sweetheart, really funny and great company. She and I were friends for years, even after Eva.

      ‘Anyway, the rooms at the club were designed to accommodate all sorts of tastes. There were places to tie your partner in, plastic sheeting, ropes, chains. In the room we were in there was a metal bar secured to the ceiling. Jessa threw a length of rope and tied Eva off so that her hands were above her head. Jessa was all safety, making sure that you could get your sub down in a hurry if need be. She had a set of tools and toys in a canvas roll and used to unpack them like a surgeon before we started to play, and she always had a pair of scissors or a knife handy in a pouch on her belt.

      ‘Once we’d got Eva secured to the bar she handed me an adjustable pole with bolt hooks at either end and a pair of cuffs to put round Eva’s ankles in order to spread her legs. I was shaking so much I could barely undo the buckles.’

      He looked at me across the table. I’d barely touched my starter.

      ‘Have you ever seen The Sorcerer’s Apprentice?’ Max said with a grin as he made a start on his pâté. ‘That was me, handing Jessa lengths of ropes and pieces of equipment. But when I looked up at Eva, she grinned and blew me a kiss. I knew she was enjoying it and I knew she was right: this was me. It just felt right. Then Jessa took a cloth from the pocket of her shorts and gagged Eva.

      ‘You don’t gag someone unless you know them really well, so that you can spot if there is anything wrong. You don’t want them to choke. I always use a ball gag – they are safer. Jess tied the knot tightly, pulling the fabric so that it sat between Eva’s lips. Once it was in place she grabbed hold of Eva’s chin and licked her cheek. She told her how gorgeous she was and how glad she was that she had invited her to come and play with us.

      ‘It felt like I was watching a film. Jess took a thinner cord from the chair and bound Eva’s breasts – it was the first time I’d ever seen breast bondage.’

      I stared at him, feeling my jaw drop. Although Max was speaking in hushed tones, it felt extraordinary to be having this kind of conversation in such a public place. I looked round. No one else seemed to be taking a blind bit of notice. I wondered what they were all talking about; my best bet was that it wasn’t breast bondage.

      He grinned. ‘Jessa caught hold of one of her nipples and pulled her breast away from her ribs. Eva really yelped and for a split second I thought about stepping in and stopping her. That was until I saw the expression on her face. She tipped her head back and let out a long throaty moan while Jessa wrapped the cord tightly round her breast – and I mean really tightly. Then Jessa bent down and sucked her nipples.’

      I made an effort to close my mouth. ‘Does it hurt?’

      ‘It makes the flesh swell and the nipple very full and very sensitive – you’ll like it,’ he said, watching my face. ‘So then Jessa handed me the cord. I was all fingers and thumbs, not helped by Eva wriggling and purring or by me having a raging hard-on. In the end Jessa had to help. She grabbed hold of Eva and pulled her breast out harder than I could possibly have done and said, “Tie it now. Tie it tight. As close to the place where the skin meets her chest as you can.” So I did as I was told, badly. It was nowhere near tight enough, so she made me do it again, and it slipped off again. It has to be tight enough to hold but not so tight that it restricts too many of the blood vessels. Finally I got it. Then she bent down and sucked Eva’s nipple into her mouth. And I sucked the other one.’

      Max’s voice was low now and intimate, and I felt my body responding to his story.

      ‘It was incredible. I could see Jessa and feel Eva moving, smell her: she was hot and I was so turned on. Between them Eva and Jessa were great teachers and helped me to understand and enjoy what was already there. I learnt fast. Once I’d got Eva settled Jessa took me over to her roll of toys, which she’d laid out on a dresser, and told me to choose whatever I liked. There were canes and whips, short floggers, a riding crop, clamps, ropes, clothes pegs, a ball gag, handcuffs and a dildo in a harness that I guessed was for Jessa. I just stood and stared. I couldn’t think much beyond fucking Eva. Jessa said that sex was always there and was the easy option, but that she planned to beat her first and make her earn her reward.

      ‘So she picked up a very thin, very flexible cane, which she bent into a curve. And she said, “Eva doesn’t like this, not at all.” The curve almost matched the grin on her face.

      ‘I wasn’t quite sure I understood. I remember asking if she was going to use it on Eva even though she didn’t like it and Jessa shook her head. “Sadly not. You rapidly discover the things that your submissive enjoys. You need to talk about what you like and find a common ground. It doesn’t mean you can’t push it a little – experiment together – but if you want them to keep playing and scratching your itch you have to take them a little at a time, gently, gently, training them to like what you like and vice versa. It’s not something you can rush.” She sighed, bending the cane one more time, and then put it down. ‘And sadly sometimes you have to give up. You don’t want them to walk away, do you?’

      ‘I asked her what Eva liked, and as I did it occurred to me that we were talking about her as if she wasn’t there. СКАЧАТЬ