Lena's first night at a BDSM Club: Two Doms for the price of one

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In a way, she was giving me what I wanted. Her unbridled thoughts and personality, but she was also good at playing the game, and if I encouraged her—as in the bar, she would egg me on all night with her banter. But, it would just be banter, fun—and that wouldn’t get her past that wall she’d built.
I cupped her breast, and she nearly kicked me, trying to sit up.
“You still want my help?” Cade asked.
“Help?” Lena squeaked. She tried again to squirm, but I pressed her back against the arm of the sofa. Her breath came in short huffs, but she finally returned her gaze to my eyes.
I caressed her nipple through the fabric of her top, and she jumped as my thumb ran over it the first time. “What do you say if you need a break?”
“Yellow.”
“D3 is open,” Cade said.
I lifted Lena to her feet, and before she regained her balance, threw her over my shoulder.
“Er—” she began. “Sir?”
“Quiet, little Loner.” I lifted her skirt and squeezed her ass. “It’s not a smart idea to question me when I’m planning all the things I’m going to do to you.”
I’d been lenient with her, letting her experience the lifestyle in her own way, cautious of pushing her too hard or too fast. But tonight, at least for the next hour or so, I wanted her to experience exactly what it meant to be my submissive.
We headed to the back of the club to one of the partitioned areas and I sat Lena on her feet in front of the padded table in the center. Lena stood in front of me, hands clasped behind her back, head down. Although, I suspected she’d caught a glimpse of the implements that hung from the wall next to us when her shoulders tensed.
Cade remained behind me at the edge of the room, his job at the moment would be making sure I didn’t push her too far and she didn’t let me.
“What was your final count?”
“Thirteen, Master.”
“Turn around.” I pointed toward a lower padded portion at the foot of the table for her to kneel on. “On your knees here. Lie forward and pull up your skirt.”
Her jaw pulsed, and although she kept her head down, I caught her glaring eyes. She climbed onto the platform and stretched out over the table, then reached back and pulled up her skirt, revealing her black, thong underwear.
I palmed her smooth, pale skin and her back curved upward as her body tensed.
“Relax, Lena.” I pressed her back down so it arched, leaving her ass stuck up in the air. Then, I grabbed one of the chains, hooked the end to the ring on her left cuff, ran it through the hook on the end of the table and secured the other end to her right wrist. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled her head up, forcing her back to arch even more. “You’re going to keep your head up and count each strike.”
Her breathing was shallow but controlled. “Yes, Master.”
I grabbed the flogger first, raised it over my head and watched as the small tips impacted her skin, spreading across her butt and thighs.
She flinched slightly. “One.”
I brought it down over her ass again, watching her face through the mirror across the room.
“Two.”
I aimed the next two strikes at her thighs, and she jumped forward slightly with the final blow.
Intending to work my way through a few implements, I laid down the flogger and picked up a small crop.
Lena squeaked when the tip impacted her left cheek and gasped. “Five.”
I laid down three more strikes, and her voice became tighter with each. Then, I picked up a thin cane, leaving a pink streak across her ass.
Lena fisted her hands, pulling against the chains. “Nine.”
I saw the tears welling in her eyes as the cane snapped against her skin twice more. Lena counted after each, relaxing back into position, but as I raised my arm again, her shoulders tensed. “Yellow.”
I froze. I hadn’t considered that this might be what would push her over the edge. I pulled her hair away from her face.
“I need a minute,” she whispered.
I unhooked her wrists, allowing her to sit up. Her eyes darted to Cade, then back to me, so I nodded for him to step out and give us a moment.
“Lena—”
“I’m okay… I just…” Her voice was tight and seemed to catch in her throat with each word. “Give me a minute and I’ll explain.”
I took a seat on the table and patted the space next to me. She dropped her legs off the side and sat beside me. After fidgeting for a moment, she jumped down and paced to the other side of the room, rubbing her hands over her arms, and tugging at her fingers. Finally, she returned, standing in front of me.
“Since you dropped off the paperwork, I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what terrifies me about this place. Beyond not liking crowds or loud places or”—she shook her head—“everything that might happen here. I thought after the things I’d seen living with Mom, that’d be what pushed me over, but I’m shockingly fine with that part of it. What terrifies me is being vulnerable.”
I pulled her closer, holding her between my knees. Her fingers tugged at the bottom of my shirt, grabbing on. “That’s what happens every time I open up and catch myself. I grab on to something else to talk about or a way to end the conversation because I’m terrified of letting that armor down.
“It’s the reason I prefer to sit in the corner at the bar and hide behind my glass, but if I hadn’t moved from that corner I wouldn’t have gotten in that cab with you, or gone to the hotel, or spent the evening with you and Charlie. I would have missed out on all this. I’m not afraid of the pain exactly, I’m afraid of what’s underneath.”
The tension receded from her shoulders as she slowed her breathing and rested her palms on my thighs. “It feels good to finally let the weight of it all slip away, even if it’s for a second, but if I let it go, there’s nothing left except… me. Without those guards, I don’t have a way out, I don’t have anything left to shield me.”
“Lena.” I ran my thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the fallen tears as she sucked in a shaky breath. “I know there’s something deep inside, tucked away where you t

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Written by Skye Callahan
Cargado January 13, 2022
Notes It's time for Eric to initiate his new submissive with the full BDSM experience at Club Obsidian. First on the agenda, spanking, clothespins, and an erotic blend of pain and pleasure at the hands of two experienced Doms.
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