Woman In Chains (11 page)

As Dak had said, the TV flipped over each channel, holding on each for about three seconds before moving to the next.

Rebekah smiled. “Channel thirteen.”

A one and a three populated the top right-hand corner of the screen before changing to that channel.

“That’s amazing!” She got closer to the bars.

“Yeah, it would be if it were true.” From behind Dak’s back he pulled out a small remote control. “But you looked so excited to see the channels going, I couldn’t resist.”

“I can’t believe I fell for that one.”

The smile drifted from Dak’s face, and he stared at her for a long time.

“What?” Rebekah sought the security of her new bed.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard you refer to yourself as ‘I’ instead of ‘This Slave.’ I like it.”

Rebekah didn’t. She didn’t like that she now thought of herself as a Rebekah and not as This Slave…or her real name. His spanking hadn’t hurt as bad as she had expected. She liked the feeling of his large hand on her body, taking control of her, owning her. Had he held her afterward like he wanted, she would have done anything he requested and more.

She’d only been with Dak a day, and she already felt herself changing, and that scared her. It had taken a full three months before she felt comfortable enough to even trust Master Blade. She wished in that time that she’d come to her senses and left...if she had somewhere else to go.

“Since I can’t get you to another Dom or Domme to be retrained, I’m going to do it.”

That announcement made Rebekah bolt to her feet. “You can’t be serious.”

Dak blinked. “Why not?”

“You’re not a Dom. You could hurt me.”

“More than Master Blade did? Not likely.” He shook his head. “Every time you learn something new, I’ll reward you. Don’t ask what the rewards will be. I haven’t figured that out. But trust me, you’ll like it. And the more you learn, the more freedom you’ll get. BDSM is about trust and respect. If you trust me, I’m hoping you’ll respect me enough to not leave.”

She regarded him for a moment. She’d never heard a Dom talk like this. Were all Doms really like him or more like Master Blade?

Dak disappeared upstairs.

Rebekah assumed Dak worked in the kitchen when she kept hearing clinking glasses and dishes. She heard him coming back downstairs with a tray in his hands.

“Lunch is served.” While balancing the tray in one hand, he unlocked the cell door with the other. Standing at the opened door, he held up the tray.

Rebekah didn’t move. He’d created a wonderful space for her. Master Blade had never done anything like that for her. He’d forced her to sleep in a dog bed at the foot of his bed. He’d had a collar around her neck and wrist at all times, except when she had to be in the drawer. Aside from “This Slave,” the only other names he’d called her were “bitch,” “whore,” and “idiot.”

She’d done herself a huge disservice by answering to those names. What could she do? As a submissive, she had to take everything her master dished out, right?

Dak seemed genuine in wanting to help her, gave Rebekah her own space, and even tried feeding her good food. A little voice inside of her kept screaming that something too good to be true couldn’t be trusted.

Rebekah sat back down on the bed.

A scowl covered Dak’s face. “I’m not going to beg you to eat. We both know you’re hungry. I really do want to help you.”

“I don’t trust you.”

Dak backed out of the cell, closing the door behind him. “Fair enough. I guess I’ll just have to show you that you can trust me.”

When Dak disappeared upstairs again, Rebekah wondered what he would do to change her perception. So far, she liked him and all of the concessions he’d made for her. What could he do to change her mind, make her trust him?

****

Dak waited a beat before answering the front door after he heard the knock. He hoped his outside facial expression didn’t match his jittery insides. As he touched the doorknob, Dak took a deep breath, then opened the door.

Standing outside stood a woman he hadn’t seen in almost five years. Cressida smiled as she strolled into his house.

“Hi.” Even in her stilettos, she had to stand on her tiptoes in order to kiss him on his cheek.

“Hey, Cress. You look good.” He didn’t say that just to be polite.

Although only a few years younger than his forty-four years, she looked good for a submissive who tended to like it on the rough side. Her radiant red hair had grown down past her shoulders, different from the short jet black hair he remembered her having back when they played regularly.

Cress stood in his living room, her small hands crossed in front of her like a modified, standing submissive position. “I was surprised that you called Mistress Siren. She told us you were no longer topping.”

“I wasn’t. I’m sort of coming out of retirement.” He smiled, but his admission just added more butterflies to the party in his stomach.

“Is there a reason for that?”

He walked toward the back room. “She’s downstairs.”

Cress smiled. “Love?”

Dak shook his head. “Just training.”

“Shame.”

Dak stopped in his kitchen. “Anything to eat or drink?”

She shook her head. “Not for me, thanks. I’d rather play on an empty stomach. You know how wound up I can get sometimes.”

He nodded. “I seem to remember that.” He led her to the back room area.

Dak left the cell door open, but he took precautions to cuff Rebekah to the bed so that she faced forward. He noticed right away the icy stare Rebekah gave to Cress as soon as she walked into the cell.

“Oh, this is interesting.” Cress split her attention between Dak and Rebekah. “Does she like to watch?”

“She
needs
to watch.” Dak walked over to the small dresser by Rebekah’s bed and removed the cloth that covered his dusted-off toys. “Rebekah, this is Mouse.”

“Ah, you remembered.” Cress smiled and nodded her head.

“Of course, I remembered. Mouse, this is Rebekah.”

Cress bowed her head to Rebekah. “Charmed.”

Rebekah sat still.

“Don’t mind her. She’s very shy.” Dak approached Cress and removed her trench coat.

Not surprising, his friend wore nothing underneath. Seeing Cress’s nudity widened Rebekah’s eyes.

Dak stood next to Cress, who only wore her standard six-inch pink patent leather pumps and a smile. A new tattoo of a beloved cartoon mouse getting an over-the-knee spanking from her cartoon husband adorned her left ass cheek.

“Before we get started, I want you to notice a few things here, Rebekah.” Dak pointed to Cress. “Let’s go from head to toe. First of all, notice how happy she looks to be doing this. That’s how I want you to be. When you’re about to go into a scene with your Dom or Domme, you should be as happy and excited to do it as your master or mistress, got it?”

Rebekah glared at him, but Dak kept going.

“If you’re collared, you should be wearing it.” He scanned Cress and didn’t notice any type of jewelry aside from her labia piercing. “You’re not collared?”

Cress shook her head. “I hang with Siren a lot, but I’m still hitting the clubs.”

Dak nodded. “Notice that she’s completely hair free in her vaginal area. Now mind you, that bit of grooming is up to the Dom or Domme.”

“And what do you like?” Cress asked.

“Completely shaved or the landing strip. Can’t do the whole Seventies, full-on hair pie thing.”

Cress laughed and playfully slapped Dak’s arm.

“And finally, the footwear. Shoes can be important to a scene. Since we’ll be standing during most of this, I would want her to keep on her sexy shoes.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And that brings me to the next topic: addresses. During the scene, I’m going to call her Mouse. That’s her BDSM name. She’s going to call me either Sir or Master Dak. Anything else or less will cause me to discipline her.”

Cressida chewed her lower lip.

“She looks scared,” Rebekah finally said. “I guess she knows how rough you are.”

“So she does speak.” Cress nodded. “Don’t worry about me, honey. I like it rough.” She winked.

Dak walked outside of the cell doors and lowered a vertical bar over Cress’s head. As though on automatic pilot, Cress raised her hands in the air.

“This is a vertical bar.” Dak noticed how Rebekah rolled her eyes. He said, “I attach my submissive to the bar, then raise her enough so that her feet barely touch the floor.” After cuffing her, he went back to the control panel and raised Cress up so that her heels came off the floor. “Mouse, tell Rebekah how you feel.”

“So far, great. The wrist restraints are soft inside so it doesn’t cut me off at my wrist. I can balance myself on my toes or”—she raised her feet—“Master Dak can push me back and forth so that I’m swinging.”

To illustrate the point, he gave her a gentle push, one that sent her careening close to Rebekah, so much so Rebekah felt the need to tilt her head back. Dak stopped Cress’s swinging action and stilled her in the center of the room.

Dak showed off the panic clips on the wrist straps. Cress showed her how to operate them, but from the way Rebekah kept turning her head away, he didn’t think she understood the lesson. If she didn’t pick this up, Rebekah would be punished.

Dak hadn’t added any more wood to the stove, but he certainly felt hot all of a sudden. He removed his flannel shirt so that he just had on a white tank, jeans, and his work boots. If it got any hotter in the room, he would be doing this BDSM lesson naked. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“The first thing I want to show you is flogging.” He picked up a flogger he’d made several years ago, but held a soft spot in his heart.

Made of deer hide, the falls dangling from the braided handle had become soft from multiple uses. To give them extra sting, he’d tied knots down sections of the strands.

He held up the toy to Rebekah first. “This is a flogger that I made. Touch it.” He held the straps over Rebekah’s bound hand.

She made no motion to touch it or even acknowledge that it existed. So he brushed the flogger over her hand and up her arm, over her face and head, then down her other arm to her other hand.

“See how soft that is?” He waited for Rebekah to say or do anything, but she wouldn’t. “If I wanted to really hurt her, I have one made out of chains.”

“And that won’t hurt her?” Rebekah finally asked.

Dak didn’t mind that she’d asked a question. Her curiosity showed her interest. He moved away from her and returned to Cressida.

“No, the way I do it, it won’t hurt her.” Dak positioned Cress so that she stood with her side facing Rebekah. “And if I do go too far, I know when to stop with a safe word. Today’s safe word will be ‘blue.’”

“No!”

Both Dak and Cress stared at Rebekah when she screamed.

“Not that word. Anything but that word. Please.” She blinked, then turned her head.

“Okay, let’s make ‘red’ the word. Does the word ‘red’ please everyone?” Dak kept staring at Rebekah, who would only steal little glances at him.

“I’m fine with it, Dak, um, Sir.” Cress shrugged as though not knowing what to say during this tense scene.

Dak wanted to make sure Rebekah could see him throw the flogger and Cress’s reaction. After touching her back to gauge his arm length versus her position, he took a couple of steps back. He swung the flogger back and forth. Then he wondered at what point his heartbeat had become so loud in his head.

After the third big swing, he let the straps land on Cress’s upper back and slide down to her amazingly taut ass. The sound when it connected with her back brought back fond memories of a life Dak once had enjoyed. He didn’t know what Rebekah thought, but the thud sounded like music to his ears.

“Ooh, thank you, Sir.” Cress writhed, then stood up taller.

Dak continued smacking her back in different areas, but never too low. He hadn’t been so far removed from the Lifestyle to forget how to protect his submissive when in a scene.

When he had struck Cress enough, Dak stopped. “Take a look.” As Cress panted, he held her shoulders and turned her around so that her back faced Rebekah now.

A combination of light pink marks mixed with darker ones lined Cress’s petite back all the way down to the middle of her back.

“This is what we call warming the skin. I flogged her enough for her to get the feeling and like it. If she wanted me to go harder, I could.” Dak touched Cress’s back.

His friend flinched under his hand, but not like he’d hurt her, not the way she mewled at the connection. Her skin felt hot to the touch. Oh, Cress had been properly prepared.

“Do you want it harder?” Dak whispered in Cress’s ear.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Dak put her back in her original position. After a couple of swings, he landed the flogger harder on Cress’s back. When she flinched, coupled with a yelp, Dak felt something he hadn’t in a long, long time. His cock started to throb.

Oh, God, not now
.

He resumed the flogging, hitting her in her upper back, then down to her ass, where he started hitting her sideways.

“A good Dom or Domme always makes sure that they don’t hit you where the tail end of the flogger or cane or whip goes around the body.” Dak kept his gaze on Cress as he spoke to Rebekah, hoping that she heard his lessons. “That’s called wrapping. Depending on where you’re hit, it could be very dangerous to you. If you encounter a Dom or Domme like that, you have the right to call your safe word and even stop playing. As a submissive, you still have control of your body.”

Dak whispered to Cress, urging her to spread her feet apart. She did so and gripped the wrist restraints more. He took a couple of swings with his arm, then smacked her in between her legs.

Cress released a long, low moan. “Thank you, Master Dak!”

Her reaction made Dak’s dick pulsate even more. He turned his back on Rebekah to keep her from seeing his burgeoning erection as he continued flogging Cress’s pussy. With each smack, Cress’s body shook more and more. He paused for a moment before continuing the assault and noticed a couple of drops from her shaved vagina.