Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (10 page)

“Tobias, would you like to play this evening?”
I ask tranquilly.

About six months ago I began to give him more control over himself. I allow him to choose between
A
and
B
choices. Soon I will add more choices until eventually he can make his own decision
s with advice from me. Tobias
truly
is
my greatest success. He was a complete mess when we met.

I remember the night I met him as if it were yesterday. It was also the same night I met Katya. Tobias intentionally messed with the small female ho
ping she would punish him. He’
d seen that spark inside her that would meet his needs. I saw it too. Katya didn’t even know she was a sadist at the time. I saw realization dawn on her when she caned Monica at her Master initiation. She proudly flies her sadist flag now.
Tobias hit rock bottom that night as I whipped him bloody in punishment. I could see his need and confusion. He was using drugs and not taking care of himself because he couldn’t put his needs into words. He didn’t even know what his needs were.

He fell hard that night. I held him as he cried
out his anguish and
then I
took him home
like a stray puppy. I never regretted my decision. I saved his life that night. I’ve never doubted my belief in a higher power after wat
ching him heal. And I’
m sure that Monica was heaven sent as well.

Yes, I get off on
pain, b
ut I’ve used it to save lives
. We’
re all made up differently and I see my sadism as a gift. I meet a need inside someone else. If there weren’t sadist
s
walking this earth
who
would have the
balls to dole out the pain masochists
so desperately seek?

“I would very much so, Maste
r,” Tobias says bashfully. He’s never been comfortable
ask
ing
for what he needs. It’s my job to know what he needs. It a relationship built on trust and mutual satisfaction.
“I won’t ask you if you wish to play,
Monica
. Only girls who know their true value get a choice. Until then I will cho
o
se for you.”
I pull her up from my lap so that I can stand.
“Tobias, t
ake the cross on the left- Monica
, the right.”

I watch as they both face their cross
es
and wait for me to buckle them. If I wasn’t already hard enough to pound nails
,
the sight on them side by side on their crosses would do it. My cock twinges in my pants. I can feel the throb begin
.
The throb that always occurs when
I indulge in
the act of
gifting pain
to a true masochist
. I always indulge myself until my cock explodes without touch.

I smooth my hands from Tobias’ shoulders until I meet his wrists. I touch him with affection. It’s not sexual between us. It has never been nor will ever be. It’s just the sensation of touching
someone you hold a deep connection with. There is no way you could go through something so soul
releasing and not form a bond
.

I grab his hands and settle them on the pegs I installed at the top of the cross. He grips the pegs as I strap his wrists with the padded leather straps. This is for his protection, not out of any need for restraint. I can’t allow him to move for fear of injuring him accidently.

I slide my hands down his back, ass, and thigh
s
until I reach his ank
les. An observer would think I’m taking liberties. I’m not. I’
m checking for tension and trying to relax him with my touch. A cramp isn’t the kind of pain we are looking for and it would cause me to stop the scene. I strap his ankles to the cross and give his calf a squeeze letting him know he is secure. I watch the tension melt from his body as he hangs on the cross by his wrists and ankles. Only his hands gripping the pegs betray his relaxation.
I kiss the back of Monica’s neck and moan into her ear as the throbbing in my cock picks up its pace. I won’t last long tonight. Not with both of them on display for me. I nibble, caress, and lick over the landscape of her back as I secure her to the cross. Her soft moans egg me on.

I kneel at her feet and secure her ankles. The pressure of my pants against my engorged head makes me gasp. I palm the front of my leathers and pull
my fly open
until I set my erection free. I sigh out in relief. I’m going to fucking explode.

Monica’s musky scent draws me like a fly to honey. I see it glistening in rivulets down her thighs. I can’t resist the taste. I spend a few moments licking her clean as she cries out above me. The pressure builds with each small taste, with every whimper from her parted lips. My balls tighten painfully and I f
all backwards onto the flooring
thankful for its padding or I would have bruised my tailbone. I pant against the need to cum. Each ragged breath draws her scent deeper into my lungs as air passes my lips and tongue coated with her juices.

“Fuck,” pours out
of
my mouth.
I hop to my feet ignoring my screaming cock. I yank my leat
hers closed on the demanding little
fucker. You’ll get you’re release soon enough I patiently tell him.

I grab a small paddle from the wall- Monica’s favorite. I have to work her up to
the level of pain that Tobias and I require for release. I’ve never used anything stronger th
an a cane on her. Tonight my
pain slut will feel the bite of my whip. Just the thought has pre-cum pouring into my pants. I palm myself moving him around until he’s more comfortable and
so he’s no longer
trying to burrow out of my leathers
to get at Monica.

I flick my wrist exacting the perfect amount of force on the paddle against Monica’s back. I redden the area where the untrained Katya left her mark behind. I tsk her in my mind. I hope our Master is training her in this area or she could hurt someone beyond repair. It’s a good thing I respect her or I would have
beat
ed
her ass for permanently marking my sub.

I lay mark after mark on Monica’s
skin
,
reddening her entire back as she gasps and moans for more.
I toss the paddle behind me and hear
its
thump as I lick along her spine from the crack of her ass to the nape of her neck.
She flexes in her restraints and cries out her pleasure.

I sm
ack her ass with the palm of my
hand
enjoying its jiggle
and she goes lax beneath my touch.
“You please me so much, never doubt that.” I breathe into her ear. I smile against the side of her neck when it earns me a moan.

I look to Tobias. He’
s out of breath from anticipation. The sounds of the paddle amped up his needs. His
entire body is beaded with sweat. I roughly fist his beautiful locks in my hand and use it to turn his face towards me.
“You like having Monica here with us, don’t you? You love hearing her moan as much as I do.” I breathe across his face.
“Yes, Master,” he pleads out.
“Tell her then.” I yank his hair until he is facing Monica. “Tell her how much you appreciate her
,
too.”
“I enjoy your company, Monica. I’m glad we make our Master so happy. I wish you could see yourself clearly so that Master wouldn’t worry.” He says sincerely.

I pat him on the head for being such a good boy. 

I slowly stalk back to my waiting subs with my favorite tool in my hand. I watch Monica’s large, brown eyes widen
even
bigger when she see
s the whip. Yes, my
pain slut, I think it’s time y
ou become acquainted with my little
friend. 

Tobias puffs out a few ga
sps as I stalk towards him. He’
s excited and aroused that he finally gets to feel the pain he’s dreamed about all week. He truly is addicted to the flick of my wrist.

“Face your crosses, boys and girls. No peeking,” I tease.
I have them look away for two reasons: I don’t want to injure their faces or eyes and I want them to anticipate my
gift of pain.
I crack the thirty inches of braided leather on the rubber flooring. The only downside to having a cushioned floor is that the sound isn’t as impressive or ominous. Restraint’s slate tiles produce an amazing sound as the cracker hits the smooth surface. I toss the handle a few times settling it in my palm. The handle is proportioned perfectly for my grip. My cousin gave me this bullwhip as a gift after my initiation. The handle has fingertip grooves in it from my continual use.

I always crack it until Tobias stops flinching at the sound. It’s never t
he same amount of times. I don’
t want it to become
obvious so I always do it a few more times to create a sense of surprise.

I coil up the leather and with the flick of my wrist I set a perfect line against Monica’s back. She yelps in pain and surprise and Tobias joins her. He thought he’d get the first blow.

I breathe thro
ugh the pounding in my cock. It
beat
s
in time with my rapidly beating heart.
I flick my wrist again taking Monica across the shoulder. I see Tobias tense as she screams. Mustn’t allow the slaves to think they are taking even turns. The blow’s shock is what makes my cock burn for release. I palm my balls as they tighten threatening to shoot my release up the stock of
my dick. I inhale through my no
se and breathe out my mouth until I regain my control.
I flick my wrist again and hit Monica across her thighs. She screams bloody murder at the ceiling and I smile to myself. It hurts like a bitch, but the marks will fade. I never break skin. This is my passion- my gift.
This time I hit Tobias. The force I exact is stronger than a
ll
three of the hits Monica cushioned.

I continue to alternate blows between my slaves. Sometimes one takes four hits in a row and the next only one. I do not allow any form of a pattern to emerge. The element of surprise is half of the enjoyment.

The base of my neck tingles as my scalp tightens in pleasure. My nerves come alive as my flesh feels the bliss my mind conjures. My
cock weeps with every blow. I’
m so close to climax that I can no longer ignore the sensation. The combined cries and moans of Monica and Tobias is my undoing.
I cum from the top of my head and the soles of my feet, the two meet in the center of my body and explode out my shaft. I scream my pleasure to the ceiling.

I rest my forehead against Monica’s abused back and tighten my fingers on Tobias’ lower back. The aftershocks roll
ing though my body increase
as I feel Tobias tense for his own release. I have no clue what Monica is feeling at this very moment. But Tobias and I are one on this; we both experience a full body release as our minds try to reason the endorphins flooding our systems.

I lean cradled against their backs until my release subsides.

I unleash Monica first since I have no clue how she will react to the torments she just endured. Her back is red, but no skin is broken. I did an exceptional job on her. I turn her face to me to read her emotions. Her eyes are glazed and her m
outh is parted. I see her tiny
, pink tongue
peek out
of
her full lips and moisten their surface. I harden instantly at the sight.
I pick her up and carry her to the bed. I lay her out before me and inspect my slave. Her expression is dazed and high. I run my hand up her thigh testing to see if she was aroused by the session. It’s my dream that she would love my ministrations. I touch her knee preparing
to slide my fingertips up her
thighs and I’
m shocked. My Monica is saturated down her thighs, knees, and even her calves. I look
in
to her blurry eyes and smile.
“Did that make you cum? Did you love the crack of
the
whip;
the flick of my wrist?” I purr the words from my lips.

“Yes, Master. Thank you.” Her
voice is low and sultry- a tone
she’s never uttered. I almost climax from the sound.

I leave the bed to distract myself from the pressure building inside my body, from the need my mind is screaming for the woman spread out before me as an offering.
I unleash Tobias and simultaneously inspect his back- perfection. I turn him to face me as he rests his back on the cross. His eyes are glassy with contentment. I fetch a towel and wipe his release from his body. He hardens under my touch. It’s
not the first time that it has happened
n
or
will it be
the last. I know this has nothing to do with me, but
his heightened nerves
relishing the sensation of skin-to-
skin contact. I’
m
thankful that he ripens for me.
I need him ready for what comes next.