The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room (26 page)

“I am no longer comfortable with you being my sub, Jayden.” He said in a flat voice and made to continue, but I interrupted, my world starting to spin.

“You son of a bitch!” I spat at him. “You sucked me into this, changing my whole fucking life, and now you’re going to what? Abandon me? Trade me out for another sub like used sporting equipment? What? What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” I was shouting, and the blood drained from his face.

“You didn’t let me finish!” he yelled back, startling me into silence. Ethan never raised his voice, he was always so calm. It registered that he was just as upset about this as I was. I just stood there looking at him while he worked to regain his composure.

“I am no longer comfortable with you as a sub, so I wanted to talk to you about training you as a Dom,” he said, his eyes still a little wild.

“I…What?” That was almost exactly the last thing I had expected him to say.

“I’ve spoken to a few other Doms in our community, including Nicole and Stephen. They agree that you have excellent potential. You’ve taken to subservience extraordinarily well. I think that this is the next logical step for you,” he said quietly, probably expecting me to fight further. “Have you ever considered the possibility?” I thought back to that night with Jennifer in the bar, the high I felt being in control, and I remembered each time Ethan had me work with Lexi, and the adrenaline rush it gave me.

“Yes, I have thought about it.” I said honestly.

“And?” The excitement started to show in his eyes.

Warily, I asked, “What will it entail?” I had been doing some research lately, and there were just some things that I wasn’t doing for anybody.

“We’ll start out with training you with a sub for about six weeks, and then evaluate your progress from there,” he said smiling, obviously excited that I planned to follow this path. Lexi would be going through self-defense classes. We would both be in training – the substance of which would be worlds different. I chuckled at that thought, and then what he said really registered.

“You’re going to collar another sub?” That was a real commitment, and I didn’t want him to have to do that just to train me. To be honest, I also got a little jealous at the thought of him taking on another sub, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why that was.

“No, I plan to borrow a different sub each week for your training. By using different subs, you can get used to judging a multitude of different reactions to your methods. This will also allow you to diversify and better hone your skills. And…” He said, looking out towards the window, “I don’t want to collar a new sub just now.” This was going to be just as hard on him as it was on me, he had just lost Lexi as a sub, and now he was transitioning me out as well.

“When do we start?” I asked, my excitement creeping into my voice. I couldn’t help but be excited, especially at his enthusiasm.

“Stephen’s new sub will be here this weekend. He says she is a real beauty… and very responsive.”

Chapter 11

When I opened the door to the room for our first training session, I did not immediately notice the naked quivering girl to my left. Then, I could focus on nothing but her; she had a beautiful fragility and vulnerability that I recognized. I used to display it. Shivering slightly as she maintained her position, I thought she must be very new to be so nervous, and I got the impression that she was every bit as nervous with us as I had been with Nicole or Stephen. Her long curly hair flowed freely over her shoulders, a deep auburn, it was a perfect complement to her pale skin. As she looked up at me, I noticed that her eyes were the color of emeralds, and just as clear, just as vibrant. Shorter than both Ethan and I were, she was slender with modestly sized breasts, just enough to cup as I fucked her from behind.

Then, an odd thought struck me. Was I supposed to undress? Ethan would be training me to be a Dom in these sessions, so I should remain dressed, right? I was sure this was a test, that he had purposefully not given me instructions. Or… I was being paranoid. Sighing, I decided to remain dressed. If I was wrong, what the worst that would happen? A punishment? Gladly. I had grown to love being punished by Master Ethan; it would never fail to excite me, no matter how my relationship with him transitioned.

As I stood watching the girl, she never broke her position. In that moment, it occurred to me why it will be beneficial to me that I started as a sub. I knew what she must be thinking.
Is he still watching? Am I doing anything wrong? What will we be doing? I’m nervous but so excited.
Chuckling under my breath, it seemed like yesterday that I was in that position, a brand new sub – frightened, but excited. A few minutes later, Ethan came into the room in his normal leather pants and t-shirt. The ludicrous question of where he purchased those pants crossed my mind before I made myself focus on the scene in front of me. Master Ethan stood before the girl and ran his fingers through her hair lightly, and she began to relax.

“Jeanette?” Master Ethan asked quietly, and the girl looked up.

“Yes, Master Ethan?”

“You will not address me as ‘Master’ Jeanette. Only Jayden has earned that privilege. You will address me as ‘Sir’. Is that clear?” he asked sternly and the girl looked frightened again.

“Y…Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl….” Ethan said, and reached down to stroke her naked breast. She closed her eyes, but otherwise remained quietly positioned. With a meaningful look at me, he removed his t-shirt, so I did the same, so we were standing on either side of the naked trembling girl, each of us naked to the waist. When she peeked up at us, I noticed that her trembling had ceased, she was now more excited than frightened.

“Stand,” Ethan told her, and she did so quickly. He led her over to the pulley where something looking like a trapeze was hanging high above the ground, nothing more than a vertical bar held up by steel cabling. He went to the lever on the wall and lowered the bar until it was just over Jeanette’s head.

“Grab onto that bar, and do not let go. You will be punished if you do,” he instructed in a low voice. She reached up and grabbed the bar, then secured her grip and nodded. He raised the bar until she was standing on the balls of her feet, her body stretched. Then, he walked up behind her, barely touching her naked back with his bare chest, and he pulled her soft, red curls away from her ear and murmured into it, “Your only job is to hold on to that bar. You may vocalize and orgasm as you wish since Stephen has not yet trained you otherwise.” She nodded quickly, her breathing picking up.

“Jayden,” he said handing me a smooth plastic vibrator. “Your job is to use this to induce her orgasm. One of the first things that a young sub is taught is how to find pleasure in pain. This is taught by combining the two.” He went to the wall and selected a wooden paddle, much like you would see in a fraternity. “The lesson for you, Jayden, is vocalization. Talk to her – reassure or chastise her, encourage or reprove her. Tell her what you want. I have done this with you on countless occasions; you have a good idea already. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Ethan.” I positioned myself in front of the girl who was squirming lightly in anticipation as she held on to the bar. Master Ethan nodded to me and I turned on the toy, Jeanette’s eyes widened slightly in anticipation but she made no sound or movement – yet.

“Look at you, all spread and ready for me. What a good girl,” I said as I trailed the vibrator slowly between her breasts. Her breath caught and I moved the toy to barely skim over one of her tight little nipples, and I was pleasantly surprised when she moaned and arched her back.

“Does this excite you, Jeanette?” I asked her over the rhythmic sounds of the vibrator. She nodded fervently. “Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, the sound was somewhere between a moan and a whimper. It was then that I heard the first crack of the paddle across Jeanette’s naked buttocks. Unprepared for the blow, the girl cried out, swinging slightly on the bar. With one hand, I rubbed her full pert breasts, first one then the other taking great care to pinch and roll her nipples. With the other, I moved the vibrator farther down her tight body until it was resting just between her thighs. Imploringly, she looked at me as another blow sounded from the paddle, although she seemed to be better prepared for it this time, as she merely flinched at the sudden spank.

“Show me what you want Jeanette,” I said, pushing the toy flush against her hot, wet skin. She whimpered and as I moved the toy along her soft outer folds, she began to buck her hips forward. With that, Master Ethan started to spank her in earnest; each crack of the paddle came at precise five second intervals, causing her hips to rock into my hand. Fuck, it made me hard to watch her writhe like that – knowing that whether she continued to beg or whether she was granted her wish, were completely at my discretion. I could either allow her to continue to be paddled, her ass becoming more red and sensitive, or cause her to explode in a mind-blowing pain/pleasure induced orgasm. Opting for the latter, I slid the toy into her swiftly, she was so incredibly wet, excited from the pain combined with pleasure. The toy slid in effortlessly and she threw her head back, a high-pitched whimper breaking from between her clenched teeth. The sound was so raw, so primal that I got infinitely harder. Slowly, I pulled the toy back, making sure to press it against every bit of her sensitive skin. As I worked her, she became more vocal.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm…Sir, please….” she cried to me. To me – not to Master Ethan who was still spanking her steadily. I rubbed the vibrator against her as she ground herself into it, crying and moaning incoherently now, her entire body begging for release.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I murmured into her ear. That was what Master Ethan always told Lexi when she had pleased him, and it thrilled me to say it to this beautiful writhing girl. The sheer power of controlling her – her movements, her arousal, the fulfillment of her needs and desires - was indescribably fucking exciting. She writhed harder and we were both rewarded when her head fell back and she cried out in pure unbridled pleasure as she came. Master Ethan stopped paddling her immediately as her body jerked and trembled in the intensity of her orgasm. When I removed the vibrator from her tender skin, she hung limply, waiting. She had never let go of the bar.

Master Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist and said in her ear, “You are such a good girl, let go now, angel.” She released her hold on the bar and fell into his arms, and he lifted her gently, carrying her to a nearby table, laying her on it.

“After a mentally or physically strenuous scene, it’s your responsibility to care for your sub. He or she has put their trust in you, and you need to honor that by looking after them.” He started to rub her right shoulder and down her arm, and without hesitation, I moved to the other side of the table, rubbing her other shoulder. I looked up and he was smiling at me. Next, I moved to rub her arm, and then I stroked her cheek.

“You are doing so well, Jeanette,” I told her, and she was doing very well for such a new sub. I felt pride for her, even though she wasn’t my sub. I could only imagine what that feeling of pride would be like once it was my sub that I trained on that table – someone that I had molded and shaped in their subservience.

“Shall we continue?” Ethan asked, and both Jeanette and I nodded. “Well then, now that the pleasure/pain lesson is over, what do you feel like doing Jayden?” I looked at him. “Along with the responsibilities of caring for your sub, you also get the benefit of gaining pleasure from that sub,” he said with a sly grin. I could do anything with this naked girl that I wanted, and she would comply. Immediately, an image of my balls slapping against her chin came unbidden into my mind. She had the sweetest looking mouth, and I suddenly could not wait to fuck it.

“On your knees, right here,” I said, indicating the hardwood floor just in front of my feet. She scrambled off of the table and was in position within seconds. I ran my fingers through her long curly hair.

“Open my jeans.” She quickly unbuckled my belt, popped the button and unzipped my jeans. “Pull them down.” My voice was getting huskier, rougher, with my arousal, as I wanted nothing more than to jerk my jeans down and thrust my cock between those pouting fucking lips, but the anticipation was just so damned sweet. Carefully, she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees. I hissed as the cool air hit my burning flesh. God, I was so fucking turned on by watching her writhe as she came, hearing her whimper as she was spanked. I fucking needed her mouth.

“Open,” I said, stroking her lips which parted immediately, granting me access to that sweet mouth. I pushed my hips forward, forcing my cock none too gently into her mouth. Out of instinct, she rocked back, but didn’t break her stride. She sucked me hard and deep, a low moan resonated in my throat, escaping through my slackened mouth. Fuck, she was good.

“Do you like my cock, Jeanette?” I tried to maintain control as she groaned around me and gave a very slight nod. I pulled out of her mouth quickly, willing myself not to come.

“Come with me,” I said and led her back to the mats in the back of the room. “Lie on your back.” She complied quickly, and I noticed that Master Ethan had followed. I ditched my jeans quickly and got to my knees next to the girl, looking over at Master Ethan.

“She seems like an awfully needy little slut,” I told him with mock solemnity. “I think she might need two cocks to fill her.” Master Ethan chuckled and she blushed a deep red.