The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (7 page)

He pretended to pin the imaginary star onto Adam’s chest, then turned to attract the attention of the barman, a young man who wore the slightly bemused look Adam had come to associate with outsiders at fetish events. Caroline immediately began to talk to Jasmine, in high excitement over the beautiful blue corset, leaving Adam to Elaine.

‘She’s very lovely,’ Elaine remarked, with the interest Adam was coming to think of as inevitable. ‘You say you knew her before?’

‘From a long time ago,’ Adam explained. ‘She used to stay near my grandparents’ place down in Devon.’

Elaine nodded then raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘And exactly what happened last night, may I ask, after you were thrown out of Secret Sinners?’

‘More or less what you’d expect,’ he answered, grinning.

‘I see. And does she …?’ Elaine left the question unfinished, but her implication was clear.

‘That I must leave in your hands,’ Adam answered. ‘She’s a free woman, and a free spirit.’

‘They all say that until they meet their master,’ Mark stated as he turned from the bar.

‘Or their mistress,’ Elaine countered.

‘At least let the poor girl find her feet,’ Adam put in. ‘This is all completely new to her. Now I must go and pay Arabella.’

He made for the corset stall, at once amused and annoyed by the reception his friends were giving Jasmine. Whether she would prove susceptible to advances from other women he had no idea, but he had no intention of interfering with any explorations of lesbian sex she might wish to make. Steelhand was another matter, irritating both for his native arrogance and assumption of superiority, and because he had a nasty habit of controlling the girls he became intimate with, in a manner that always made Adam think of a TV drama pimp handing out favours.

‘I assume she’s going to take it?’ he asked as he reached Arabella’s stall.

‘She already has, I think,’ Arabella answered as she accepted Adam’s money. ‘What a poppet! What’s she into?’

‘Spanking, mostly,’ Adam told her.

‘Girls?’ Arabella asked.

Adam merely smiled and walked away, towards where Caroline and Jasmine – now back in the clothes she’d arrived in – were admiring a display of whips.

‘This is a flogger,’ Caroline was explaining, while the stallholder looked on with a complacent grin, ‘like an old-fashioned cat-o’-nine-tails, but much less harsh, of course. The leather ones can sting, but these suede ones are lovely – heavy and soft at the same time. Show me your bum.’

Jasmine responded without the slightest hesitation, turning her back to Caroline and sticking her bottom out even as she flipped up her dress.

‘Go on then,’ she offered, giggling.

‘Not on your panties, silly!’ Caroline responded, and she pulled them down to Jasmine’s knees.

Adam’s heart gave a little jump as Jasmine’s bottom was laid bare, and the blood had already begun to pump into his cock as he reached the two girls. A lot of other people were watching them too, but Jasmine seemed oblivious, as if showing off her naked bottom to a crowd of eager and self-confessed perverts was a perfectly normal way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

‘Caroline’s going to whip me,’ she announced proudly. ‘Let me hold on to you.’

She took hold of him even as she spoke, nuzzling her face into his chest as Caroline stepped back to give herself a good swing with the flogger. The first stroke came in, hard and accurate, the broad suede thongs smacking down across Jasmine’s bottom. She gave a little gasp, then a happy purr.

‘That
is
nice. Do it again.’

Caroline needed no more encouragement, cracking the whip down across Jasmine’s bottom for a second time, and a third.

‘She’s good,’ somebody remarked from the crowd.

‘Yeah, ’cause she’s usually the one getting it,’ another responded. ‘Oh my!’

Jasmine braced her feet apart, her thighs now as wide as her tight-stretched panties would permit, and also pulled her back in, to show off her rear view in blatant detail as the flogging continued. Most of the visitors to the market were now watching, or trying to watch from behind the others, while Caroline was grinning happily as she smacked the whip down to a slow, steady rhythm. Jasmine began to shiver in Adam’s arms and her grip was growing tighter, before she suddenly bowed lower still, to jerk down his fly and pull out his half-stiff cock, straight into her mouth.

A buzz of surprise ran through the audience but nobody tried to stop them, Jasmine working her mouth up and down on Adam’s rapidly growing erection as Caroline continued to apply the whip. They had gone well beyond what was usually considered acceptable at the market, but even the barman was now watching in fascination and didn’t seem to mind. The stallholder selling the whips had a prime view of Jasmine’s naked bottom and was plainly enjoying the show, but finally commented, wryly, ‘I hope you’re going to buy that thing, Mephistopheles?’

His words broke the spell. Jasmine released Adam’s cock, smiling and blushing, while Caroline pulled up the whip. Adam put his erection away with some difficulty before replying, ‘Do you have it in green? No, I’m only joking. We’ll take the red one.’

‘How about one of these?’ Jasmine put in, reaching up to finger a long, rubber-tailed flogger with a handle in the shape of a penis. ‘You could whip me and then leave me with the handle stuck up my cunt.’

The stallholder turned to Caroline. ‘I thought you said she was a newbie!’

‘She’s an old friend of Adam’s,’ Caroline explained. ‘Can she have both whips, please, Adam?’

‘Why not?’ he answered, once more digging into his pocket for money.

‘Thanks,’ said Caroline. And don’t I get a kiss for whipping you, Jasmine?’

Jasmine responded with a quick peck on Caroline’s cheek, only to be gathered in and kissed hard on the lips. For a moment she resisted, only for her mouth to suddenly come wide and, for a second, the two girls were kissing properly, their tongues entwined, before they pulled apart.

Adam shared a knowing look with the stallholder and received his kiss from Jasmine in turn before he took the whips, then they continued on their way. Jasmine herself then seemed to become quiet and thoughtful, leading Adam to find himself wondering if she’d just shared her first-ever girl-to-girl kiss.

‘That was really nice,’ she said after a while. ‘Maybe not as nice as a spanking, but really nice. You know some amazing people, Adam.’

Adam considered his reply, wondering if he could praise Caroline and Elaine while getting in a subtle warning against Steelhand, only for Jasmine to turn away with yet another squeak of surprise and delight. They’d reached the end of one row of stalls and could see along another to where a moon-faced, red-haired young man was fiddling with a contrivance of leather and brass rods, one of which ended in a large, black dildo.

‘What is that?’ Jasmine demanded.

‘That,’ Adam explained, ‘is Henry Lomas, more commonly known as Cornfed. He makes things – in this case what looks like a steampunk fucking machine. I’ll introduce you, if you like?’

As he spoke, the red-haired man pulled on a lever, at which the dildo began to move backwards and forwards with a slow, deliberate motion that seemed to Adam peculiarly obscene. Jasmine giggled and ran forward, with Adam following behind.

‘Cornfed, meet Jasmine,’ he said as she reached the machine.

‘I want a go,’ she said. ‘I have to have a go! May I have a go, please, Mr Cornfed?’

‘What, here?’ Henry Lomas asked. ‘Um …’

‘Let her on,’ Adam advised. ‘Cakemix just whipped her and nobody batted an eyelid, not even the bar staff.’

‘Um … OK,’ Henry answered, still doubtful as he turned to Jasmine. ‘I’ve got condoms, so which way up would you like to go?’

‘How do you mean?’ Jasmine asked.

‘The seat is adjustable,’ Henry explained, now with rising enthusiasm, ‘allowing you to go on your back, with your feet in these stirrups, or, with a simple adjustment, on your front, in which case the stirrups swing down to become knee rests. You can also adjust for height and posture, but you need to be in place first.’

‘Boobs up or bottom up?’ Adam asked her.

‘Bottom up,’ Jasmine said decisively. ‘Do I need to take my dress off?’

‘Yes,’ Adam told her. ‘You don’t want it getting caught in the machinery.’

The dress, already up over her head, was quickly abandoned, followed by her panties and shoes, to leave her completely naked as she climbed onto the machine. Henry began to make adjustments, beaming happily as he moved the padded rests to make her comfortable, explaining as he went, his eyes flickering between Adam, his machine and Jasmine’s well-spread, nude bottom.

‘Everything is made of oak, brass and leather, except for one or two parts in the actual engine, which I cannibalised from a one-fifteenth scale steam lorry – and the dildo, of course. The thrust is adjustable, up to a six inch draw, controlled by this wheel …’

He had pulled a condom onto the dildo as he spoke, and continued as he made fine adjustments to the machine, aiming the bulbous head to the already moist entrance of Jasmine’s vagina. Picking up a tube from a nearby table, he offered it to Adam as he went on with his explanation.

‘… which allows for automatic lubrication, but I haven’t ironed all the bugs out of it yet, so we’d better do it by hand. Your task, I imagine, Mephistopheles?’

Jasmine squeaked as Adam squirted out a long, fat worm of lubricating jelly between the cheeks of her bottom, then again as he began to rub it in, although she was already wet from her whipping. Henry also lubricated the dildo, before turning one of many brass wheels to ease it slowly up Jasmine’s cunt, making her sigh with pleasure.

‘Are you sure this thing’s safe?’ Adam asked, as a puff of steam escaped from somewhere behind the device.

Henry merely gave him a scathing look and adjusted a toggle before speaking again, his voice now hopeful.

‘Do you want to put her in the straps?’

‘Yes, please,’ Jasmine answered as she wriggled herself on the intruding dildo.

The straps were obvious, thick bands of leather with heavy brass buckles that could be fastened around her waist, legs and arms in order to render her completely immobile and helpless. As Adam fixed the first of them into place, Henry began to work on another. Jasmine didn’t seem to mind and Adam made no comment.

People were now packing in behind them, watching and commenting, but she didn’t seem to care about that either, for all that the dildo could clearly be seen stretching out the mouth of her vagina, with a mixture of lubricant and her own juices dribbling down onto the smooth surface of the marbled red leather seat.

‘Ready?’ Henry asked when Adam had secured the final strap.

Jasmine gave an urgent nod, then gasped as the dildo thrust hard in up her cunt. Another adjustment and it began to vibrate, making her cry out once more and setting her feet kicking in the straps. Even after the initial shock, she was left panting and jerking to the motion of the dildo, already out of control of her own body. When she did manage to turn towards Adam, both her eyes and mouth were wide with shock.

‘Good, isn’t it?’ This was a statement rather than a question from Henry as he made another half-turn on one of the wheels, increasing the speed of the dildo and the passion of Jasmine’s reaction.

Adam watched for a moment, pleased but feeling somewhat redundant, only to realise that he would be able to help by giving a little attention to her squirming, squeezing bottom. Jasmine saw him draw the red suede flogger from its bag and did her best to nod her acquiescence, a moment before it cracked down across her upturned cheeks. Another stroke and she began to buck on the dildo in her cunt, at which Henry threw another switch that set the entire seat vibrating furiously.

Jasmine screamed, taken completely by surprise, but an instant later she was deliberately squirming her cunt against the leather, all the while with the dildo pumping in her open, slippery hole and the whip smacking down across her bottom. It was obvious she was going to come even before she got there, and the crowd went silent in admiration and delight, waiting for her orgasm to break before beginning to clap and laugh as she reached a gasping, shuddering climax.

Adam wasted no time, freeing his cock then jamming it deep into her throat while she was still coming. She began to gag, her muscles in violent contraction as she tried to take its entire length, but she came to a second, yet more powerful peak before giving in and pulling her head back to release the bottom few inches.

As she came down from her orgasm she was already sucking, her eyes closed in bliss as she moved her head up and down on Adam’s shaft. Henry turned the machine on once more, at its lowest setting, so that the big dildo was easing slowly in and out of her cunt.

Jasmine didn’t object to this, nor did she protest when Henry squeezed out fresh lubricant between her cheeks and over her anus, to melt and run slowly down onto the dildo as it was pushed up her one more time. Adam settled down to enjoy himself, now deliberately showing off as he curled two fingers around the base of his cock and began to masturbate into Jasmine’s mouth. He was determined to keep going until he climaxed, despite being sore, an ambition made far easier by the sight of Jasmine’s delicate features with her eyes lightly closed and her pretty lips wide around his straining erection.

The crowd had gone quiet again, watching the show with fascination, and Adam began to tug harder, then to pull out and slowly slide his cock into Jasmine’s mouth, making a display of his length. An appreciative comment from one of the girls in the audience made him keener still and he focused on Jasmine’s face and body, watching her as she sucked and the big dildo pumped slowly in and out from behind. After that it was easy, the contrast between her pale, seemingly innocent beauty and what was being done to her enough to let his arousal lift beyond the point of no return. He came, pushed as deep as he could go, forcing her to swallow before at last extracting his erection from her throat.

She was left gasping for air as he withdrew, her face now wet with tears and the mingled drool and spunk running out over her lower lip, her eyes dizzy with reaction. Adam gave her a grin and tousled her hair, then leaned forward to unbuckle the nearest strap, only to catch Henry’s eye, so full of longing and hope that it was obvious what he wanted even before he spoke.