When she'd stood up she showed that she'd left her heels on, which only served to elongate her legs and flex her ass as she stood there looking more perfect than any other woman I'd ever laid eyes on. I realized that she indeed had not intended to tease and push me, but didn't realize just how desirable she was. How that was even possible, I'll never know. I fought myself constantly to keep my hands from straying. Having her trained and ready to be everything I needed, while also being all that she could be, was more important than a quick romp and release.
It wasn't hard to see, ever since the first time I'd seen her in the club that she was meant for a submissive relationship. She flourished helping people; her pain tolerance was the highest I'd ever seen in a submissive. She got turned on more than hurt when the crop had landed upon her. I planned to push her further to see just how much she could take.
After hooking the ribbon around her wrists high up on the wall, I picked up a flogger, then stood admiring her submission. She was uneasy, yet she stood waiting for what I would give her after a small warning to trust in me. Rolling the loose ends of the flogger together like wringing a towel, I let it come down on one shoulder then the other. It was a bit more of a biting experience than a figure-eight flogging was, until you really put some strength behind your swings and let the straps bite into the subs skin.
It took a while before her skin even started to turn bright pink, showing that she was feeling it, the blood rushing to the skin. Her head lowered between hits, her shoulders flexed just before the flogger came down, and I stopped. Her reactions were telling me that it was getting harder for her to take and with what I had in mind to do next, I didn't want her pain to be too bad...yet.
Standing in front of the wall, I stared at the various canes hanging there. I didn't want it to be too intense since it was her first time with a cane, but I wanted to test her limits. I picked a flimsier one. It'd hurt, but not nearly as badly as the strong, non-flexible type.
When I returned to her, I rubbed the cane along the underside of her ass, hinting at what was coming. If she ended up liking the cane, it would excite and scare her with the impending caning. The first crack against her ass didn't get even a reaction from her except to count as I'd instructed her. Pain slut if I'd ever seen one. She took it and waited for the next one. I could tell she was crying, but she wasn't using her safe word. She wasn't begging me to stop, she wasn't even sobbing. Not until the third one did she sob, but it wasn't a body-wracking screaming cry of pain. After the fourth one, I could tell she was starting to reach subspace; her body visibly relaxed, her head lolled downward. When the fifth and final one landed and she didn't count, I knew she'd fully slipped under but not in a way that I was comfortable.
One could slip into subspace and still be responsive, most were. Sometimes if it came over the sub to quick, they'd become nonverbal or if they were in too much pain, they wouldn't be able to speak through it. While it was okay if they were in subspace, it was not if they were in that much pain, but if they overlapped and she couldn't tell me that she was in too much pain she could be gravelly injured without a way to tell me.
As soon as I'd realized what happened, I dropped the cane, unhooked her arms and carried her to the bed. Removing her arm restraint, I threw it over the side of the bed, not caring where it landed. I pulled her to my chest and rubbed her back and hair slowly, calmly, even though my insides were anything but calm.
Once she took a deep breath and realized where she was, I relaxed. As much as subs enjoyed subspace, doms enjoyed the adrenaline rush of taking control. As I answered her questions, I let my own high subside. That is, until she laughed about me forcing her to leave before she was ready to go. I didn't find it funny that she'd think I would make her leave when she was still coming down. Then again, she'd never been to subspace before or realize that it could be a very bad thing not to be nurtured right after a scene like we'd had.
She laughed uneasily and changed the subject to her questions.
"Sure, Precious, ask your questions." I wanted to take off her blindfold. I wanted to lay her down on the bed and let her feel the weight of my body over hers, but I knew that it would only lead to temptation and make it that much harder for me not to give in to her beautiful, curvy body.
Her hand lifted to rub my chest, but instead of asking her question, she sat up and looked in my direction. "I have a question, sir."
"I already said it was okay for you to ask them," I responded, unsure of where she was going.
"I mean, I guess, I have a request then." She moved uncomfortably for a moment.
"And what is that?" I lifted an eyebrow even though she couldn't see me. I was curious.
"Since I am not allowed to wear my clothing in here, sir, I was wondering if I could ask that you not wear your shirt." She took a quick breath and continued before I could respond. "I just think it would help our connection. You get to see me, I don't get to see you. If I could feel your skin, your heat, against me, it would help me feel more comfortable."
I rose and quickly unbuttoned my shirt before pulling it off and draping it over the foot of the bed. Returning to my spot, she lowered herself so that her head was once again to my chest, a contented sigh leaving her lips at the contact.
"Thank you, Master."
Biting back a groan at the term, I hoped she couldn't feel my throbbing cock just inches away from her. Rewrapping my arms around her, I returned to rubbing her back. "Your questions, Precious?"
"Oh, right, sir. I’ve been thinking about these since the last time I was with you. I was wondering how long you think I will have to wear the blindfold, sir? It's not that I mind, but I would like to see you and everything going on as well." She drew shapes on my chest with the tip of one of her fingers.
"That will depend on how well you behave. It is to encourage submissive behaviors. You experience everything more vividly when you are lacking one of your senses and sight is the easiest and most efficient to take away. Do you fear me to be impossibly ugly or some such thing? Is that why you crave to see my face?" I knew it had to be one of the reasons a woman wouldn't want to be blindfolded by a man she'd never seen.
"Yes, sir. Well, no, sir. I mean, I don't think you are ugly, but I would like to have a face to put with your voice and your touch."
"What if I let you touch my face? Then you can get an idea of what I look like, but you are not allowed to remove the blindfold. Not yet." I grabbed her hand that had been drawing on my chest and held it to my cheek before moving it over my face, when she started to move it on her own, I let go and let her explore. I didn't know that it would help comfort her much, but it was the best I could do.
"Mmm," she hummed as she rubbed her hands against my beard stubble. Then she traced the outline of my lips repeatedly.
My cock jumped, begging for her attention while I tried to hold as still as I could for her perusal. Grabbing both her hands, I had to stop her from torturing me any further. "Your second question, Precious?"
"So, I've been doing some research on this whole BDSM lifestyle, and I’d just like to know if you have any other submissives besides me that you’re training?" She sat back, her hands falling from my grasp as she kept her distance from me.
Sitting up, I reached through the dark before grazing her shoulder. My hand slid up her shoulder to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her gently forward until we were practically nose to nose. "Precious, I don't have any other submissives. Before you caught my eye, I hadn't had a submissive in a long time. I was trying to deny who I was, who I used to be, but everything about you shouted for my dominant side to take over and make you mine. As much as you are surprised by our connection, I am as well. While I am teaching you the ways, I also want you to know you are very special to me." I don't know why I told her so much, but it came out so easily I couldn't hold it back. I wanted her so damn much, but we both had our own issues and I didn't want them to get in the way of what could very well be the woman meant for me.