Red Hot Obsessions (217 page)

His Florentine?
I scrunched my nose.
What the heck is that?
I was itching to ask but wasn’t sure if it was cool to speak out. Hmm. Guess I’ll find out.

“I don’t know. I like giving them good lickings, and they
are
so eager to accept and please. But so is my Addison. We’re looking for a whip today in fact.”

“Ah, getting right to the good stuff. Not that I’m trying to pitch you higher, well, maybe I am, a
teensy
bit, but I could never, ever go for just
one
. I like to switch up sensations for my whipping scenes. You know, the whole,
start slow, build up, end intensely
,
thing. I
love
that, and I like to give at least six builds, leading to an earth-shattering orgasm at the end. Have you trained at all?”

Logan shook his head.

“Well, we don’t want anyone to get injured … in the
wrong
way. I have openings next week. You can book with Sabrina. Just so you know, it will likely take several weeks to master your whip of choice and become one with it, depending on the type you choose and how much you practice. What kind of sensation are you after?”

“A thud more than a sting.”

“You might like the elegance and flow of a dragontail. Considering your current skill with flagellation, it shouldn’t take you much time to master, but if you decide this is the toy for you, you should probably spend at least a couple weeks breaking it in and throwing it, which will leave it feeling soft and supple. The flight of it is gorgeous.”

There were different colors, and she pulled a purple one off the wall. It looked like a fat, coily leather ribbon with a pointed tip. She held it out, end to end. “If you’re going for
one
whip, these are the most fun and versatile. It can be used in at least eight different ways. You can get a whisper soft whisking with a back and forth parallel motion and work your way up to slaps that travel up and down the entire length of the body. But you can also fold it up like so, to give you the lovely thud you seek. Here. Let me show you.”

She motioned for me to turn around and I did at once. The second my leather jacket hit the floor around my ankles, she was crisscrossing down my back like she was carving through brush with a machete. It didn’t hurt at all, at
first
. Once she focused on my butt alone, she used it like a paddle, out and back, again and again, then switched up to hard and fast figure eights and put some slashing bite into it. Ow. Uh, the thuddy whacks and slaps were mouth-watering. At the delicious rhythm, my eyelids were tugging heavy. I could stand here all day. Sir
had
to get this. Had to. This was not the kind of plated or braided kind of whip I pictured in his hand, but I was totally in love with this thing. I tilted my butt back a little to encourage her to give me more.

“If you were warmed up, I’d give it to you harder. I can tell you like it. What a spank fiend you are. Perfect for someone like Logan.”

My face flashed to hot as she turned me around and addressed Logan again.

“You can also throw it in a straight line and pop it against the butt and upper back, between the shoulder blades. That’s probably what you’ll need to practice the most, and I can teach you that.”

Wait! She wasn’t even done giving the deets on this toy’s awesomeness? Okay, I’m sold. Again. Can we buy three?

“You can be as gentle as 15 miles per hour and get up to 800 on the ass. I’ve never hit any subs with that kind of force, it can bruise something awful and even break skin, I’ve only gone about half way, but I like to end a session with a few, memorable strikes that might leave some purple behind. This could end up being your favorite toy. You can fill an entire scene with just this because it’s great for warm-up and initial stimulation, sensory play, impact play, and cool down.”

Logan looked at me, and he was a wide-eyed as I was. He pressed his lips together, and we both nodded.

“I can show you a demonstration on my trash.” Camilla called out, “Scum.”

Porch girl’s head and shoulders hung low, gaze glued to the floor, and she shuffled in, looking like a bad, bad child. She was dressed in a plain, cotton dress with tiny flowers that looked like it had been jacked from the set of
The Waltons
. “Yes, Mistress.”

Camilla pulled her own black dragontail off the wall, set the purple one down and extracted a knife from a black chest. She sliced through the yarn binding Scum’s wrists. “I told you you’d suffer shame today for disobeying me, didn’t I?”

She bowed her head bobbed sheepishly. Her mousy brown hair looked like it had been streaked with butter and her hands and knees were caked with several layers of dirt, like she’s been chained up in a root cellar for days. And the worst thing, whatever she had for a meal at some point rimmed her lips with dots of brown. Hopefully
Nutella
or something non-offensive. Hopefully. She smelled as nasty-dirty as she looked and my nose crinkled.

When she dared one glance up, Camilla snarled and sneered at the poor girl, like she was a pathetic slob, and it broke my heart. Tears stung my eyes and my lips quivered. “You will get that punishment you’re due,
now
, in front of my guests. Prepare yourself in the living room, Scum.”

She nodded, her focus back on the floor. “Yes, Mistress.” She got down on all fours and crawled into another room towards the back of the shop.

Was
I
supposed to be doing that? Gluing my gaze to the ground and chin to my chest? He didn’t say to outside of a random moment, but he was basically new at dominating. Maybe he’d catch some nauseating pointers while here. God, I hope not. I loved looking into his eyes. They spilled so many goodies and switched so quickly and deliciously back and forth.

Scum was like a worm that had been dug up only to be tossed into a cesspool of sewage and left to drowned in her own misery. Was I like that? Or would I end up like that? Would Logan have
me
walking around campus looking like his forgotten trash? He very well could. He was my Dom. He could demand anything of me, and I’d probably comply. I suddenly felt small and ugly and disgusting for my twisted desires that could lead me into who even knows what pit. For the first time, I was absolutely panic-stricken to be giving up control to a guy I didn’t really know that well. My stomach turned sour and I clutched my abdomen with both hands.

I reminded myself of Indian girl, that submission can be beautiful, and I really prayed Logan wouldn’t demand this of me, that he wouldn’t treat me like dog shit. Not that God would ever listen to a kinky slut like me, but still, I tried, and it was an earnest plea.

My throat burned with the pain of a gazillion scratches and my eyes stung with a new buildup of moisture. Physical punishment I could deal with, and being called a slut, yeah, bring it, it’s hot, but I couldn’t handle
this
. I’d take a hundred more witnessed pussy whacks over
this
any day. This just … crossed a line and formed a new hard limit in my mind. I didn’t want to feel filthy and pathetic, ever. I didn’t want to hate the way I was. I wanted to feel free and strong and cherished. I wanted to be a doll in progress, not a pitiful, worthless slug. Not
scum
.

Ugh, I really felt like I was going to puke.

My body shook when I jolted into the awareness that they’d moved into the other room. I snatched up my coat and followed after them, but I wasn’t fully paying attention to Camilla’s words as she bound the now-naked worm, back-out, to a giant X against the wall. Her hands were leather cuffed to the V on top but her legs were left free to spread apart. Camilla said something about the St. Andrews cross, and I gaped when I realized that’s what the X was. I had always pictured a cross like what Christ hung on.

She dug into the punishment with the dragontail, holding up her left hand to block accidental blowback into her face maybe. She waved her right, side to side, side to side, soft enough to flick through her subs hair at the base of her neck and make the girl shiver. The flight path was indeed gorgeous, poetic really, like ballet in air.

She said, “Now, this is the
only
thing you should do on the neck.”

It did look nice and fun.

With her voice still chopping through the room, I know she was explaining more to Logan, but I couldn’t hear a word she said after the neck comment because of the ocean of horror that sucked me under.

Before I crashed to the floor, I took a deep breath and hightailed it out of there, taking my freakout into the room of toys that didn’t fill me with terror like
that
. All kinds of kink I could deal with, I
craved
it. It was safe. Dirt-caked skin? Stone-cold stares? It wasn’t so much the dirt
on
the girl that scared me shitless, it was how she was treated as dirty as she looked. I do like
some
degradation, but more verbal. Words, no matter how ugly-sounding or mean, in the right context, can be sexy. But, I’m not sure I can deal with hateful looks from my Sir that reek so strongly of disdain and disgust. That was it. That’s what bugged me. There’d be no way to feel my Sir’s pleasure in that, if I think he’s seeing me as worthless and gross. Becoming his ultimate pleasure was the main reason I was doing this.

I browsed around the store and chose some goodies for Logan, for
Logan
, not my Sir. In this moment, I craved the gumdrop lover, the climax-is-gold guy. I longed for his embrace and sweet kisses, because I had no clue what really resided in the mind of my Sir. Did
he
even? He online dommed, sure, but he was pretty much untested. What if the secrets that lied within his mind were … unthinkable? Dark. Ugly. Scary. Dangerous. Disgusting.

I continued to shop for Logan, trying on smutty outfits, like cookie girl for the age play I envisioned, and a cheerleader outfit that only had practicality for porn. He said he daydreamed about spanking and fingering cheerleaders. No way would I let that hot fantasy and my kick-ass flexibility go to waste. I didn’t see a helmet or jersey, so I’d have to buy
his
stuff elsewhere. Yes, my
boyfriend
and I were going to get down and dirty with roleplay, where he doesn’t have to be my Sir, where I don’t have to be dirt.

When I came out of the giant closet with my coat and the skanky threads draped over my arm, a much cleaner pet was at the register. I checked out, and she wrapped up all my stuff in heart tissue paper and put it in a cute, black bag that looked like a leather corset with rope handles.

“What’s your favorite toy here? Like, an unexpected choice.” I asked. “Is there anything you’d recommend?”

She just shrugged and pointed at her lips. She snatched a Post-It pad and wrote.

Lexan paddle aside, ow, ow, pain junky here,

I really like the pink bunny vibrator.

Soft, insertable, waterproof—NICE for bath time!

Good for him or her, for foreplay or during sex.

She held her finger up for me to hold on, like I might actually dare to leave without my Dom. She came back from the toy room with a rubbery hot pink bunny in a box. It looked like a big gummy bear with ears, and I ended up nodding and getting that too. She added it to my sexy corset bag.

I was still shaking as I sat on a red chaise lounge and waited for Logan to come out. He was in there at least a half hour. I cringed and winced, every time the scummy recipient shrilled or yowled. She was getting those pops now or some kind of whip strike, and they cracked so loudly even in here. Hopefully, she wasn’t getting any 800’s on my account. The next scream had me itching to block my ears. The poor girl. I dropped my chin and blubbered and tears skipped out my eyes.

A few moments later, Sir and Camilla came out, joking around and laughing, with absolutely no concern for the girl who just got thrashed for their pleasure.

Scum was still naked as she came out and immediately drifted to the corner. She was sporting fiery, red-purple splotches and stripes. She took a silky, short robe off a hook, slid into it and lifted the back up to put her ass back on display.

After Logan set up an appointment to learn how to whip me right, the cashier sub shuffled over to tend to Scum and soothe her.

Camilla rang up his purchases. Logan got the purple dragontail, and it did not fly past my notice that he also bought a thick, braided whip. He motioned at me to follow him out.

I stood and strode over to him, but my body was still quaking like mad. “Thank you, Camilla. I adore your shop. It’s very welcoming and cozy.”

“You’re welcome. Come in anytime.” She winked. “For
any
reason.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll be back for sure.”

Sir shook her hand, then clutched my arm and walked me out.

“Wha’d you get, brat?”

I muttered, “Logan’ll find out.”

“Hmm.” His eyes twinkled with delight, but mine felt dead. “No hints? Can we switch off for five?”

“Not a chance.” I shook my head. I wasn’t in the mood to flirt.

When I didn’t give him any trinkets to play with, he huffed out, “Fair enough.” He opened the car door for me and I plopped down in my seat.

By the time he got around to his and nestled in, my face was buried in my hands and tears had already created maps of misery on my palms.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Words lost me, and I could only let out sad snickers.

“Addison. Sweetie.” He drew close to me and stroked my hair. “Did you not want the whips? We don’t have to use them.”

“No, I’m not … it’s not … that.” Sobs took over. “I’m fine with that. I’m just so disgusting. I hate myself sometimes. I’m so...”

“What are you talking about? You are not disgusting.”

“I am. I’m so screwed up, nasty and twisted.” I curled my fingers and dug my nails into my brow, as my blubbering continued. I was choked up. When I finally caught my breath, I said, “I let you spank my bare ass and pussy in front of dirty, old men. And I basically loved every minute of it. That’s just so fucked-up. I loved you mastering me and using me as you saw fit right then. That was day one, moment one. That was so bad, and anyone would say it. How far will I go? How depraved and morally bankrupt will I get? And, at the end of it all, after I sell my soul, after I break into pieces, after I give my everything to please you, are you going to look at me like that?”