she was pinned beneath his big, warm body.
Then he dipped his head, and kissed her.
When
they came up for air, she was puzzled by his searching look.
‘What
is it?’ she said.
He
kept her immobile beneath him. ‘I need to ask you something, and I need you to
be as honest as you can.’
Uh
oh. ‘Okay.’
‘This
is something I have to know before we proceed with the evening.’
She
nodded.
He
paused, choosing his words with great care. ‘When sensitive, intelligent people
ask to be whipped, sometimes it’s because, on some level – maybe even
subconsciously – they feel they need to atone for something,’ he said, his eyes
never leaving hers. ‘Do you think there’s any chance that might apply to you?’
‘What,
like a Trappist monk?’
‘Mmm,
maybe not quite as extreme as that, but that sort of impulse, yes.’
She
tried to sift through what brought her to ask for this. ‘Consciously, I’d say
no. I’m not aware of having a guilt complex like that. Subconsciously,’ she
said, truthfully, ‘I have no idea. All I can say is… as far as I’m aware, I’m
not looking to be punished for anything I’ve done in my life.’
His
gaze was searching, assessing.
‘Would
you whip someone who was motivated in that way?’ she said.
He
nodded slowly. ‘Yes, but I’d do it differently to how I’d do it for someone who
was in it for pleasure, or a thrill. Quite often there’s a sort of Venn diagram
of overlapping factors. What I’m trying to get a sense of is, what are you
seeking from the experience, and how much pain will it take to satisfy you?’
‘I
have no idea. All I can tell you is, I’m drawn to it. I can’t tell you why.’
He
nodded. ‘We’ll take it slowly, and see how you go.’
She
searched his face for reassurance.
He
smiled. ‘I’ll take care of you, kiddo. Whatever it is you need, we’ll discover
it together.’
‘Thank
you, Sir.’
He
kissed her, and reached down to feel between her legs. ‘You’re all wet and
sticky down here,’ he said. ‘I think this first time, especially, it’s
important that we have a blank slate to work with. So, into the shower with
you.’
*
Master
Dan turned on the shower and gathered up his supplies while the water heated
up. He put his hand under the spray, and motioned to the table with the slight
hollow in the center. He put a waterproof pillow and padded liner down on it,
and adjusted it all to his satisfaction. He motioned to it. ‘Lie down here, and
relax.’
‘What’re
you going to do?’ she said, as he helped her onto it. A table built into a
shower stall? Who the hell ever thought of these things?
‘Always
with the questions,’ he said.
‘Is
it going to hurt?’
Suddenly
he was leaning over her, trapping her between his arms. His eyes were warm and
dark, his voice rough. ‘No. This will feel good, I promise.’
Her
eyes dropped to his semi-erect cock. ‘Who for?’
The
look he gave her lasted just long enough to remind her to think before she
spoke.
‘For you ,’ he said.
Almost
before she could draw breath, he was upright again. He turned the spray to a
light setting, and proceeded to wash her hair. Then he massaged a soapy sponge
over her neck and chest, down her arms, over her hips between her legs, and
over her feet. When he got down there, she moaned happily.
‘Foot
massage fan, huh?’ he grinned.
‘Oh,
yeah.’
He
indulged her right foot for a few minutes, and then gave the same attention to
the left one. Comfortable on the table, and in the heat of the steamy bathroom,
she closed her eyes and let herself drift.
Then
he was moving away from her, unhooking one of those funny-looking steel hose attachments
from the wall. Given the length and thickness of the nozzle, she had a pretty
good idea where it was going.
‘Bring
your heels together, and let your legs fall open,’ he said.
She
did.
He
ran a soapy hand over the nozzle brought it to her vagina, and gently inserted
it. She winced a little,
Then he dipped his head, and kissed her.
When
they came up for air, she was puzzled by his searching look.
‘What
is it?’ she said.
He
kept her immobile beneath him. ‘I need to ask you something, and I need you to
be as honest as you can.’
Uh
oh. ‘Okay.’
‘This
is something I have to know before we proceed with the evening.’
She
nodded.
He
paused, choosing his words with great care. ‘When sensitive, intelligent people
ask to be whipped, sometimes it’s because, on some level – maybe even
subconsciously – they feel they need to atone for something,’ he said, his eyes
never leaving hers. ‘Do you think there’s any chance that might apply to you?’
‘What,
like a Trappist monk?’
‘Mmm,
maybe not quite as extreme as that, but that sort of impulse, yes.’
She
tried to sift through what brought her to ask for this. ‘Consciously, I’d say
no. I’m not aware of having a guilt complex like that. Subconsciously,’ she
said, truthfully, ‘I have no idea. All I can say is… as far as I’m aware, I’m
not looking to be punished for anything I’ve done in my life.’
His
gaze was searching, assessing.
‘Would
you whip someone who was motivated in that way?’ she said.
He
nodded slowly. ‘Yes, but I’d do it differently to how I’d do it for someone who
was in it for pleasure, or a thrill. Quite often there’s a sort of Venn diagram
of overlapping factors. What I’m trying to get a sense of is, what are you
seeking from the experience, and how much pain will it take to satisfy you?’
‘I
have no idea. All I can tell you is, I’m drawn to it. I can’t tell you why.’
He
nodded. ‘We’ll take it slowly, and see how you go.’
She
searched his face for reassurance.
He
smiled. ‘I’ll take care of you, kiddo. Whatever it is you need, we’ll discover
it together.’
‘Thank
you, Sir.’
He
kissed her, and reached down to feel between her legs. ‘You’re all wet and
sticky down here,’ he said. ‘I think this first time, especially, it’s
important that we have a blank slate to work with. So, into the shower with
you.’
*
Master
Dan turned on the shower and gathered up his supplies while the water heated
up. He put his hand under the spray, and motioned to the table with the slight
hollow in the center. He put a waterproof pillow and padded liner down on it,
and adjusted it all to his satisfaction. He motioned to it. ‘Lie down here, and
relax.’
‘What’re
you going to do?’ she said, as he helped her onto it. A table built into a
shower stall? Who the hell ever thought of these things?
‘Always
with the questions,’ he said.
‘Is
it going to hurt?’
Suddenly
he was leaning over her, trapping her between his arms. His eyes were warm and
dark, his voice rough. ‘No. This will feel good, I promise.’
Her
eyes dropped to his semi-erect cock. ‘Who for?’
The
look he gave her lasted just long enough to remind her to think before she
spoke.
‘For you ,’ he said.
Almost
before she could draw breath, he was upright again. He turned the spray to a
light setting, and proceeded to wash her hair. Then he massaged a soapy sponge
over her neck and chest, down her arms, over her hips between her legs, and
over her feet. When he got down there, she moaned happily.
‘Foot
massage fan, huh?’ he grinned.
‘Oh,
yeah.’
He
indulged her right foot for a few minutes, and then gave the same attention to
the left one. Comfortable on the table, and in the heat of the steamy bathroom,
she closed her eyes and let herself drift.
Then
he was moving away from her, unhooking one of those funny-looking steel hose attachments
from the wall. Given the length and thickness of the nozzle, she had a pretty
good idea where it was going.
‘Bring
your heels together, and let your legs fall open,’ he said.
She
did.
He
ran a soapy hand over the nozzle brought it to her vagina, and gently inserted
it. She winced a little,
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