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  Robert was an imposing beast. He stood a good six foot five, his dark hair, and olive complexion made women swoon. His eyes were like black diamonds. They glowed yet held an authority that made submissive women drop to their knees. He was leaning over Millie. Lucy watched as she dropped her gaze. Her giggling halted as Robert seemed to be whispering in her ear. As Lucy walked in closer she watched Robert run his finger across Millie’s lips. The shiver that ran the length of Millie’s body was telling. Lucy knew that feeling. The moment when you knew a man could take you over, totally possess you. Ownership was nonnegotiable. Robert had that effect on women. Lucy remembered playing with him a few times. There was no sex involved. Robert didn’t use sex for power like most Dominants. He used his very impressive personality. Control without sex was the most powerful gift to have.

  Robert, the man with the golden whip.

  Taking a step closer, Lucy’s heels left the silent comfort of the cream carpeting and clicked loudly against the kitchen tiles. Scrunching up her shoulders, she knew that every eye was now on her dressed as the naughty kitty. Lucy took a step back as Robert moved in on her. She knew that if Robert started on her the night would never end.

  Heat rose inside her as he looked down. Lucy knew full well that Robert knew how she was. He had been pushing her to play again. Her level of submission was deep. It ran through her like a soul mate.

  “Look at me, Kitty.”

  Her body vibrated with heat, though it wasn’t for him. All she saw was Tom’s face when she looked up at him. Robert had no shame. He wore no mask, just a pair of tight black leathers. The heat of his flesh radiated at her. She gulped. The front door shut loudly.

  “On your knees, Kitty.”

  She dropped gracefully, and with a methodical ease that slipped through her like wet silk. Her pussy grew damp. Her heart was starting to pound. She let her eyes roam until they locked on the feet of the man who had just entered. Well, the shoes, steel toed black boots. Her breathing hitched. All she could think of, all she could focus on was this man. A stranger that looked right at her. Lucy felt her throat contract. Her mouth dried up. He wore a mask, elaborate and dark. It covered his forehead and nose, all she could see were his eyes. His powerful legs were wrapped in tight black leather, a matching biker jacket was open, and it exposed his firm, chiseled chest. Lucy’s body shivered. A dominant mystery man stood in the doorway, and his entire focus was on her. Licking her lips, she saw flashes of him pressing that bare chest against her. The clear blue eyes were like a memory from some place wicked and dark.

  A large hand started to pet the top of her head. The hot fingers kneading against her scalp before they started to fist. Panic swept through her. The man just watched. His chest rose and fell. Arousal glimmered in his eyes—blue eyes. They were like a storm. Lucy’s head was jerked back. Her neck ached as it was pulled to focus back on Robert.

  “I have always wanted to spank Catwoman. You’re not focused are you?” He was shaking his head.

  Her body shivered. She wanted this, but not with him. She wanted it with the stranger; with Tom. Lucy knew more than anything she could place her fantasy in the arms of this leather clad Adonis. Robert had been a means to an end all those months ago; a body to suck out the stress and pain through his Sadistic edge.

  “On your knees! Crawl to the bench, you know which one, don’t look at me that way.”

  She averted her gaze. Her head dropped in respect. The new focus of her attention—it went right to the man at the door. He had gotten closer though, having actually stepped into the room. The heat of his gaze penetrated her to the very core and shot straight to her pussy. The walls of her vagina clenched. Lucy sucked in a deep breath as warm fingers pressed against her chin and lifted her head. Looking at Robert felt wrong somehow. She kept her thoughts on the mystery man in black. It was him. He gave her the mind set to put Tom in Robert’s place.

  “On the bench, Kitty. You know the drill.”

  She did. God, did she know the drill. Every hair on her body felt lifted. Her heart pounded and she started to tingle from head to toe. Even her scalp took on the effect. Nipples puckered in the tight confines of the corset; hidden to the riveted gaze of the stranger watching her. This was her test. To show him how beautiful her submission was. That was all she needed now to wash away the stress and exhaustion from the long shift at the hospital. She wanted it so bad to be Tom, but she settled for the fantasy as she laid her body across the padded bench. Her breasts, if they were free, would be dangling off either side. Robert didn’t bind her. The man knew how to keep a woman bound with the power of his authority and his voice.

  In her line of vision came a beautiful paddle. It was thick dark wood, oiled to shine. On one side the word naughty was etched. That was for moments with one good swat, a reminder spanking. This was something else entirely. It was a show, a game. Robert knew, she knew, and the man watching knew this was all for him. Lucy defiantly wiggled her ass, still covered in sheer lace.

  “How many Kitty?”

  “Eight,” said without hesitation.

  She could feel his smile as Robert rubbed his suddenly scalding palm against her buttock.

  “Such a pretty Kitty you are.”

  The hand was gone. Pulses sounded off loud in her ear. It seemed like hours before the shot of pain vibrated through her flesh, exploding out of her in a moan that came out as it was supposed to.

  “One.” She whimpered.

  Sweet euphoric bliss settled into the heat that now simmered in her ass cheeks. Two and three came quickly, to the top of her thighs. The sting mixed with dull pain made her whimper out the count. The fourth came to a lower spot on her left thigh. Her fingers started to curl up. Her toes were like shriveled things in her high heels. The man was watching. He was now standing in front of her, a few steps away, causing an orgasm to rise to the surface as if she would boil over.

  “Five,” like a tidal wave. It was going to crash over her.

  Wetness leaked from her now swollen hot slit. Her clit was pulsing with the beat of her heart.

  “Six, seven.” The man moved. He took a step back and panic ripped through her.

  Robert would know she was close to coming. Her whole body was shaking. Her nails had cut into her palm, and she felt liquid—blood.

  The eighth swat hasn’t come yet. What was he waiting for?

  Lucy started to look up, to find the eyes of the stranger. He was gone. She heard voices behind her. Robert was now in front of her. So close, she thought he would open up his zip and make her suck him off while someone else delivered that final punishing blow. He didn’t do that. His arms came up and crossed over his bare chest, a satisfied smirk lit up his dark eyes. They looked almost brown like this. He was happy about something. Her orgasm started to settle, it was not so hot and ready to blow.

  The stranger, where is he—?

  She should have waited for that thought.

  Pain burned through her backside as the final swing came and made contact. She screamed out the final number. Her core was aching, her nipples rubbing painfully against the tight corset. Lucy’s breathing was labored. It made her want to rip the corset strings that kept her covered. Little stars popped off in front of her eyes and she went limp against the bench.

  They allowed her time to recover. Punishments weren’t about sweetness and flowers. She wanted them hard and unrelenting—Robert would know that about her. Any Dom from the club would.

  Lucy felt strong hands lifting her to stand when she tried to push herself from the bench. Instantly, a young naked woman was there. She was collared with thin silver looking chain.

  One of Robert’s subs.

  Lucy could feel hysterical laughter bubbling up. She was still high on the pain, the moment, the power of two men taking her over. Starting to turn she crashed into a wall. Lucy breathed in deeply. It was like breathing in sex. Leather, liquor, and hint of cigarette smoke he might have picked up on coming in the door. He smelled slutty and masculine.
She loved it. Lucy lifted her right hand and pressed it against his chest. Her gaze travelled higher. Her fingers slicked through a light peppering of chest hair and sweat. Finally meeting his blue gaze she froze.

  The mystery man.

  “That was—inspirational.”

  She giggled. Suddenly feeling stupid and ridiculous a blush bloomed on her cheeks as she averted her gaze.

  “Would you like something to drink?”

  She nodded. His voice was so familiar, yet so different and darker than anything she had ever heard before.

  “Have you lost your voice? I asked a direct question, I expect a direct reply.”

  Her knees went weak. They felt like liquid as she toppled against him. His voice was low, arousing. She wanted to strip right there and become his slave for the night.

  “Yes, some water, please.”

  He smiled down at her. It warmed her as he led her to the black leather couch. He walked away and she watched as the leather hugged steel ass cheeks.

  Love watching you come. Can come watching you go.

  She had become pure passion—just for him.

  The man dangled the water for her to grab and she did. She sucked down every last drop of the bottled water. It was like ice in her scalding veins. A wave of being light headed made her whimper. He didn’t sit. The man just stood there, watching her.

  “Would you like to go somewhere more private, kitty cat?”

  The name made her purr as she smiled. It was so big it made her cheeks ache.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  ***

  Tom took hold of her soft hand, her fingers wrapped gently in his palm. He flicked the light on and carefully led her down the stairs. There was warmth about her. Something made him feel good inside as he reached the bottom. The room lights flickered on. Tom couldn’t help but grin at the dungeon. The black couch rested against the back wall. A large fridge stood a couple of feet to its left.

  “Shall we sit a while?” Tom asked her.

  “Yes, I need to rest a little.”

  “Make yourself comfortable, can I get you another drink of water?”

  “Please.”

  “Call me Sir.”

  “Please, Sir.” Tom walked to the fridge and pulled out a cold bottle and twisted the cap. He returned to the couch. His heart started to pump faster. The sight of his new kitten friend aroused him. She was gorgeous. The scent flowing from her body seemed to target his nostrils. He felt almost faint as he sat beside her. She had a spell on him.

  “Sit on my lap, kitty cat.” He patted his thigh and watched as she shuffled across. Her body was light, her flesh warm. He rested his hand on her back and looked at her. There was a distinct sense that he had met her before. She knew him. That was certain. The bottle came up and he put it to her lips.

  “Sip. You’ve just downed a whole bottle.” She emptied a quarter of the bottle in a few seconds, sipping it. “Good girl.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” The smile almost melted his heart. Then she lowered her eyes, taking the submissive pose.

  “Have you and I done a scene before?”

  “Not that I’m aware, Sir.”

  Her ass pressed down on his groin, Tom could feel himself stiffening against her buttocks.

  “So, do you always get distracted when a Dom spanks you?”

  “I’m sorry Sir, I don’t understand.”

  “All the time the Dom spanked you, you looked at me. Or at least you kept looking my way.”

  “I don’t remember.”

  “Is your ass sore?”

  “A little. Yes, Sir.”

  Tom smiled as she took another sip. It was obvious she had plenty of expertise at being a submissive. It came naturally. The way she called him Sir after every sentence; the way she sat with her submissive posture. Tom glanced over at the far wall, completely mirrored. He watched her, watched her responses.

  “Stand up, bend over, place your hands on your knees and face the mirror.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Tom took the bottle from her and placed it on the floor. She got up. He admired her figure, the sexy cat costume. Stockings turned him on and she made him wet. The strain was intense. His cock felt imprisoned in the tight leather.

  Leaning forward, following exactly the orders he gave, she presented herself to him. Tom sat a moment, looking not touching.

  “You have a pretty ass, kitty cat. It’s nice and rosy.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Tom sat up and leaned, reaching out. Slowly he slipped his fingers under the rim of her shorts and pulled them. Her soft smooth buttocks were exposed. The red tinge clearly ached as she flinched slightly. Tom pulled the shorts down all the way to her shoes, leaving them puddled at her feet.

  “Step out of your shorts and spread your feet for me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” No sooner had he said it and it was done.

  “Have you got limits?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Pain thresholds. Do you like pain?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “How about anal?”

  “Yes, Sir. I love anal.” The more she spoke, the more he dripped pre-cum. He would have to move soon.

  “Would you like my cock in your anus kitty cat?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Would you like my cock in your pussy?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Put your hands on your buttocks and spread them so I can see your cunt.”

  Her hands came back, gripped her red cheeks and parted them. Her pussy was exposed as well as her sweet puckered star.

  “Very nice, kitty cat. Push your index finger in your ass.”

  Yes, Sir.” Her tiny hand moved, her finger traced along the crease and pushed into the tight hole, opening the creases.

  “All the way in.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Tom got down on his knees and took a closer look. He watched as her finger bent and slowly eased up to the last knuckle. He reached out, parting her cheeks. He breathed her in and then pressed his lips to her pussy. Slow and deliberate he kissed her. Moving upwards, kissing every inch of her labia. A light moan left her lips as his warm mouth moved down again. He opened his mouth and gently bit her folds. Pulling back he stretched them, teasing them out. He let go. Tom leaned back, licking his lips.

  “You taste good, kitty cat. Would you mind me being your Dom for tonight?”

  “Please Sir, use me as you wish.”

  “Why thank you.”

  Tom pushed his left index and forefinger into her pussy. He used a little force to part her. The slickness of her juices aroused him as he pushed them deep. He lowered himself and with both her holes now full of fingers, hers and his own, he licked her. His tongue tip pushed her hood back. The clitoris was smooth and swollen as he started to flick against it. She began to moan as his attention intensified. He finger fucked her.

  “Oh, god!”

  Tom smiled. His tongue and fingers a blur. After a few seconds he just stopped and pulled his fingers out. He put them in his mouth, tasting her. She tasted divine, like warm honey. Sitting back, he admired her wet shiny pussy. She still had her finger in her ass. What a good sub. Tom’s mind started thinking devious thoughts.

  “Take your finger out and stand up.”

  She did as asked as he took her hand and led her to the oak table in the center of the room. It was custom made with four sturdy rings, one at each corner. Two more rings were spaced along the edge, in the middle. Some six foot by four foot it was four inches thick. Tom knew how heavy it was. He’d helped place it when it arrived. They’d had to take the legs off and reattach them once in situ. He took her to the side and ordered her to place her hands on the table top. He shoved her feet apart with his own foot and stood back. Next he went to the wall, gazing at the vast array of BDSM tools and toys carefully held in place by specially made hooks. He picked a paddle. Tapping it against his palm, he was happy and walked back to her. He placed it by her hand so she could see it
. Returning to the wall he grabbed two wrist cuffs and then cuffed her to two of the rings.

  The paddle was a hard wood. Gripping the handle he held it over her buttocks. A tint of redness hung on her flesh. A firm smack across her cheeks. She winced. Another and another until the redness deepened. Standing back, Tom admired his work. He put the paddle down and went back to the wall. This time he grabbed a cane. Flicking it from side to side it whipped the air, making a beautiful swishing sound.

  “Keep still. Don’t move your feet. You’d make a great Catwoman. You should get a tight fitting costume like the one Anne Hathaway wore in the movie. I could spend a good hour peeling it off you.” The cane hit both buttocks with force.

  She yelped.

  “Did that hurt?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Your safe word is?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  “Good, try not to use it.” The cane hit flesh again.

  He continued.

  Her yelps and mewls of pain were loud in the large basement. Yet she let him go on. She enthralled him, he enjoyed her. His respect for her talents grew each second as the cane whipped her pretty ass time after time. Tom stopped and used the paddle again, alternating to allow the pain in different waves of intensity. Back to the cane, he whipped her until deep red welts appeared. He stood back, admiring his work. Laying his palm on her now hot, painful buttock, he stroked it, softening the harshness of her stinging pain.

  “Had enough?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Who owns you?”

  “You own me tonight, Sir”

  “Yes I do” Tom spanked her with his hand. She half screamed. He rubbed her ass then spanked each buttock in turn.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “What?”

  “Please, more, I want more.”

  “Oh I like you, kitty cat.” Tom used the paddle for a few strokes then placed it on the table.

  “Do you want a drink kitty?”

  “No I’m fine, Sir.” She replied breathlessly.

  Her ass was nicely spread for him, her pussy on show. He spanked it, catching her clit with his finger tips.