grace of a dancer, whirling the flogger with expertise, his eyes fixed on the beautiful woman as he whipped her.
“That’s Tiffany. This is her last week. I heard she’s been placed with a very wealthy Master from Texas.”
“Wow,” Alexis said. “She’s amazing.”
Sam nodded. “She is that.” And then, as if he could read her mind, Sam added, “She started somewhere too, don’t forget. She didn’t just waltz in here and jump onto that brick all perfectly trained. You’ll get there. Give yourself time. And have faith. Faith in your trainer and faith in yourself.”
Alexis nodded gratefully. “Thank you,” she said softly.
A second man in black, whom Alexis recognized as having sat next to Master John at lunch, approached Tiffany from the front. He, too, held a heavy flogger in his hand. He and Master Paul nodded toward each other, and the second man began to flog Tiffany on the front of her body. The leather tresses snaked over her breasts, her flat belly, her smooth mons and her thighs, while Master Paul continued to flog her from behind. Tiffany’s skin was reddening, and Alexis thought she could make out the glimmer of sweat along her sides and on her forehead, but still the woman balanced on the concrete block as if she herself were carved from stone.
While Alexis watched, the woman’s head began to fall back, her chin lifting until her face was parallel with the high dungeon ceiling. With her lips parted, her eyes closing, her chest slowly rising and falling, it looked as if she were in a deep sleep as the men continued to flog her.
“She’s flying,” whispered Sam rapturously.
“Oh,” Alexis murmured, mesmerized. The concept of moving past erotic pain into such unfettered, liberated euphoria was certainly familiar to Alexis as a player in the BDSM scene, but she’d never even come close to experiencing it for herself. Nor, she realized now as she watched, had she ever witnessed it, not this degree of intensity and grace.
“Oh,” she said again, every part of her aching with longing for the experience she was witnessing. Was Sam right? Could she ever get to such a state of pure grace?
By some silent agreement the two men dropped their floggers, each moving close to Tiffany, who leaned back against Master Paul, her arms folding inward against her chest. Bending down, he scooped the naked woman into his arms and carried her toward a low couch not far from where Alexis perched on the punishment platform.
As if feeling her eyes on him, Master Paul chose that moment to look up, his gaze falling directly on Alexis. His mouth lifted in the hint of a smile and he cocked his head slightly, as if to say, What are you doing up there on the punishment platform, you naughty girl?
Alexis felt herself flushing and she looked down, wishing she could somehow disappear. Her eyes still on her thighs, she asked Sam quietly, “Does Master Paul have a fulltime slave?”
Sam replied teasingly, “Why, are you in the market for the position?”
Alexis’s flush deepened. “What? No! I’m here to learn. It’s just—he’s so…”
Sam laughed kindly. “I’m teasing you. To answer your question, no, he doesn’t have a personal slave. Not yet, anyway.”
Sam suddenly stood at attention, his arms stiff at his sides, his chin lifting. Alexis followed his gaze. Master John had returned and was striding toward them. Alexis took a deep breath and straightened her back, lowering her gaze submissively as her trainer approached.
Alexis forced the lingering image of Master Paul from her mind. She was not there to be distracted by some guy, no matter how sexy or good looking he might be. She was there to explore her submissive potential. She was there to learn from the trainer she’d been assigned to. And that, she promised herself resolutely, was exactly what she would do.
Chapter 4
The dungeon had begun to clear. Even Master Paul and his lovely slave girl had gone and within a minute or so the
“That’s Tiffany. This is her last week. I heard she’s been placed with a very wealthy Master from Texas.”
“Wow,” Alexis said. “She’s amazing.”
Sam nodded. “She is that.” And then, as if he could read her mind, Sam added, “She started somewhere too, don’t forget. She didn’t just waltz in here and jump onto that brick all perfectly trained. You’ll get there. Give yourself time. And have faith. Faith in your trainer and faith in yourself.”
Alexis nodded gratefully. “Thank you,” she said softly.
A second man in black, whom Alexis recognized as having sat next to Master John at lunch, approached Tiffany from the front. He, too, held a heavy flogger in his hand. He and Master Paul nodded toward each other, and the second man began to flog Tiffany on the front of her body. The leather tresses snaked over her breasts, her flat belly, her smooth mons and her thighs, while Master Paul continued to flog her from behind. Tiffany’s skin was reddening, and Alexis thought she could make out the glimmer of sweat along her sides and on her forehead, but still the woman balanced on the concrete block as if she herself were carved from stone.
While Alexis watched, the woman’s head began to fall back, her chin lifting until her face was parallel with the high dungeon ceiling. With her lips parted, her eyes closing, her chest slowly rising and falling, it looked as if she were in a deep sleep as the men continued to flog her.
“She’s flying,” whispered Sam rapturously.
“Oh,” Alexis murmured, mesmerized. The concept of moving past erotic pain into such unfettered, liberated euphoria was certainly familiar to Alexis as a player in the BDSM scene, but she’d never even come close to experiencing it for herself. Nor, she realized now as she watched, had she ever witnessed it, not this degree of intensity and grace.
“Oh,” she said again, every part of her aching with longing for the experience she was witnessing. Was Sam right? Could she ever get to such a state of pure grace?
By some silent agreement the two men dropped their floggers, each moving close to Tiffany, who leaned back against Master Paul, her arms folding inward against her chest. Bending down, he scooped the naked woman into his arms and carried her toward a low couch not far from where Alexis perched on the punishment platform.
As if feeling her eyes on him, Master Paul chose that moment to look up, his gaze falling directly on Alexis. His mouth lifted in the hint of a smile and he cocked his head slightly, as if to say, What are you doing up there on the punishment platform, you naughty girl?
Alexis felt herself flushing and she looked down, wishing she could somehow disappear. Her eyes still on her thighs, she asked Sam quietly, “Does Master Paul have a fulltime slave?”
Sam replied teasingly, “Why, are you in the market for the position?”
Alexis’s flush deepened. “What? No! I’m here to learn. It’s just—he’s so…”
Sam laughed kindly. “I’m teasing you. To answer your question, no, he doesn’t have a personal slave. Not yet, anyway.”
Sam suddenly stood at attention, his arms stiff at his sides, his chin lifting. Alexis followed his gaze. Master John had returned and was striding toward them. Alexis took a deep breath and straightened her back, lowering her gaze submissively as her trainer approached.
Alexis forced the lingering image of Master Paul from her mind. She was not there to be distracted by some guy, no matter how sexy or good looking he might be. She was there to explore her submissive potential. She was there to learn from the trainer she’d been assigned to. And that, she promised herself resolutely, was exactly what she would do.
Chapter 4
The dungeon had begun to clear. Even Master Paul and his lovely slave girl had gone and within a minute or so the
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