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  Soon after getting those messages, Master J sent me his address and I was on my way. I took my time so that I could clear my thoughts before arriving at his home. I got there fifteen minutes early and knocked anxiously. Renee answered the door and we hugged tightly. She led me through the huge hall, and I was shocked at how much space was inside. Apparently, a tour was in order.

  The outside of the house indicated that it was a huge four family duplex, but when you entered, it was a different story. The hallway led downstairs, upstairs and into a main room. That was where Vanessa led me. That main room was more like a TV or sitting room. I got the vibe that this room was definitely his favorite. There were enlarged photos all around the room that were black and white with splashes of red. The photo that caught my attention was the picture of a little girl in a field of sunflowers lying down on a blanket holding her head up with her hands. She wore a rose in her hair that was red and stood out against the field. There were red beams from the sun shining down on her. I didn’t know who she was, but she seemed to hold a special place in his heart because it was the largest picture in the room, and it was above his couch. The image drew your eyes to it as if the room set the stage for it. There was more art around the room, but this was the picture that stood out from the rest.

  The next room we went into was the huge kitchen that was probably every chef’s wet dream. The appliances were newer, and there was an island that ran through the center of the kitchen with chairs around it, serving as the kitchen table. This room was mostly black, white, and stainless steel. It wasn’t as warm as the first room which made me wonder if he could cook. The next room that Vanessa walked us into was an office. There was a bathroom just off of it, and both rooms were decorated in navy and royal blue.

  “That was most of the first floor,” Renee chimed in.

  “I’m assuming there’s more.” I said sarcastically.

  We both laughed and headed to the steps that were in the hall. When we walked upstairs, the entire space was a long hallway with rooms that branched off of it, right and left. You could barely tell that it used to be a multiple unit dwelling. To the left were three bedrooms; two guests, and one master with a master bathroom. To the right were a bathroom, a darkroom, and a billiards room.

  “This is the second floor,” Renee beamed. She walked around the pool table and ran her fingertips over the polished wood.

  I looked around in wonderment. Master J’s house was nothing short of amazing. I couldn’t help but to ponder the rhyme behind his reasoning for rehabbing the building brilliantly. Renee explained that he’d designed the entire thing, including the layout. It was beautifully done. Granted, you could tell that it was a bachelor’s pad, but it held promise. His dark room was currently in use, but the small window allowed me to see how wonderful it was. That man was serious about his photography. Photos were streamed everywhere, and the space was almost as large as his bedroom.

  Speaking of bedroom, I wondered back to it to get another looksee. I’ll admit that when I saw Master J’s bed the first time, I wanted to climb in it and take a nap. It appeared soft and welcoming. A king-size four poster bed. This time, I could imagine him tying me to it and taking advantage of me as he wanted. I blushed heavily as I turned away from it to go find Renee.

  “I saw that, chica. Good to know that you’re not immune to him.”

  “Not at all. I just know how to keep things separate.” Maybe?

  “Separate? The past two sessions he gave you orgasms without touching you sexually. You can’t call that separate. When you finally do the deed, I want to know. You can leave out the details, but I want to personally say to you ‘Congrats, now go do it again’.”

  I laughed hard and swatted her arm. “We should get to wherever I need to be before I run out of time.”

  “I saved the best for last.”

  We walked back to the first floor and over to the opposite side of the house. There was a door that I hadn’t noticed, and Renee opened it. I was in shock as I walked into a huge room. It was the biggest photography studio I’d ever seen. There was a huge area with props of all sorts in a corner. Another section had BDSM equipment set up. That area held a curtain that sectioned it off making it very separate from the beginning of the room.

  When you walked into the back, it held wood, tools, and photography supplies. Did he build things too? There was something started in the corner, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

  It was apparent that the scene for today was going to take place in the front area of the room. There was a cross of some sort set up there.

  “That’s a St. Andrew’s cross.” Mistress X came walking out of the bathroom slowly. Renee ran over to assist her to the couch. “You tie submissives to it and torture them.”

  I gasped.

  “Relax, girl. You’ll enjoy the whole bit. You need to get prepared for your scene.”

  I looked at the time and noted that it was five minutes after. “I’m late.”

  “Master J wanted to give you some time to go through his house so that you wouldn’t be intimidated by the space. See that huge closet over there?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “That’s where he keeps his torture implements. Go be a good girl and get ready for him.”

  I went to the couch, set my bag beside it, and took off my jacket. I heard a set of whistles and spun around to see Mistress X and Renee gawking. I tried not to blush too much as I hurried to the implement closet. There was a padlock that had been left open for me, I assumed.

  “Master J will love it,” Mistress X said.

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  When I opened it, my eyes widened as I saw all of the different things that he owned. There were wheels with spikes on a surgical steel stick. One with one wheel, two, and then three. I saw dildos, crops, canes, floggers, and even a whip. I swallowed hard and tried to focus. Boy was it all intimidating. If he expected to use all of this stuff on me, I was doomed. I didn’t know if I could live up to that expectation. The way that my body was responding told me that I was more than willing to try, though. I needed to get out from here and get into position, talk about distraction. I grabbed the closest cane, crop, and set of floggers that resembled the ones we used at the club. I closed the door and looked around.

  At the club, I always kneeled with my back toward the door, but I wanted him to see me first when he walked into his domain. This was different, more intimate, and I wanted to treat it as such.

  I laid the items in front of the space I planned to kneel, and then, as gracefully as possible, I kneeled and got into position. That was Renee’s cue to come over. She kneeled in front of me and checked my posture.

  “Perfect. I knew you would get it. Want to catch Master J off guard?”

  “Will it make him angry?” I asked. Did I mention that Renee was trouble in walking form?

  “Absolutely not. It’ll drive him crazy. It’ll definitely let you know if he’s interested. You know how we talked about finding out if he’s attracted?”

  I nodded in her pause.

  “This should do it.”

  Was I ready for that? Yes! “I’m listening.”

  Renee leaned close and whispered into my ear. I closed my eyes and my mouth dropped open when she finished. Ooooooh boy!

  Chapter 11: Jamar

  I finished putting away the groceries, taking my time to put things away. I wanted Vanessa to be comfortable in my home so that she didn’t feel so intimidated. Problem with that was that I could smell her perfume throughout the entire house. How long would it take to get rid of that delectable smell before she’d be back to ruin me all over again?

  I grabbed a small cooler and put a few bottles of water, some chocolate, the bottle of lube that I’d purchased, and my deli sandwich inside. I’d eaten half of it, but I knew after the scene I’d be hungry again. I walked over to the studio and listened at the door. It was utterly quiet, which was usually my cue to enter. I opened the door and almost dropped m
y cooler. Vanessa was in the middle of the floor facing me with an amazing red outfit on. She looked beyond fuckable. The icing on the cake was the crop that was between her teeth. Her eyes were lowered, legs opened wide, hands placed on her thighs, and she was excited. Her chest rose and fell heavier than normal, cuing me to her arousal. The brat was testing me.

  I sat my cooler on the table and walked over to where she was. I was drawn to her temptation and powerless to stop myself. I took the crop from between her lips and squatted down to her level. I fisted her soft tresses and pulled her to me until our lips collided in passion. Vanessa mewled sweetly before I deepened the kiss even more, stealing what was left of her breath. She melted against me, meeting my demand for more of her. She didn’t stiffen or pull away from me as she had in the past. She followed my unspoken needs that I commanded with just my mouth. The more I took, the more she gave, relaxing more and more into my hold.

  Vanessa tasted damn sweet, and I almost didn’t let her go. That nagging feeling of drowning in a pool of ‘her’ weighed in heavily, and I pulled away from her lips. Barely. I nibbled at the reddened plumps before I let her go and stood slowly. She swayed forward toward me but caught herself just in time. Vanessa held her chest, but she never looked up at me, though I could tell from the way she’d tried to follow my lips that she wanted more. Damn if the coy behavior didn’t make me want to go for another kiss.

  “Thank you for this gift,” I said gruffly.

  Tears streamed down her face and she nodded. She put her fingers to her lips and then rested them back on her thighs. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You look ravishing, girl.” Her tears were one of the best gifts of submission. She seemed to be more emotional today, and I planned to use that for my benefit. I wanted to ask her about them, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the response.

  “You asked me to wear something nice for you today.”

  “You delivered very nicely. You’ve just earned your reward for tonight, girl.”

  “Thank you, Sir. I bought this specifically for you.”

  I squatted down in front of her and made sure that she looked at me before I spoke. “Keep it up, girl, and I’ll skip past the scene to show you just what that outfit ‘specifically’ does to me.”

  She swallowed, and a deep blush reddened her skin. “Yes, Sir. I’ll keep that in mind.”

  I put the crop back into her mouth, picked up the other implements, and grabbed the back of her neck. “Let’s get started, girl, before I change my mind and take you in front of our guests.”

  Vanessa gasped and looked over to Shelly and Renee quickly before standing. Had she really forgotten that they were here? I hadn’t cared one bit about our audience when I’d kissed her and wouldn’t if she kept pushing my buttons today.

  I walked her over to the St. Andrew’s cross where I dropped my implements on the table that I’d built on the back of it for this purpose. I removed the crop from her mouth and added it to my pile. I saw a moment of panic cross her face, and I left her in that spot. I knew the grin that I was sporting appeared devilish, but I did nothing to calm the anxiety that she was feeling. I grabbed a few bundles of rope from my rope chest and headed back over to Vanessa. I created rope cuffs for both ankles and wrists, tying her in place.

  “Anything particular you want to talk about this week, pet?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good. I want to work on something else today. Do you ever masturbate?”

  Vanessa froze and wouldn’t look at me.

  “I asked you a question, Nessa girl. Did you want to use your safe word?”

  “No, Sir. I don’t want to. Yes, I’ve masturbated before. It’s been a while, though.”

  “I’m going to assume that penetration is a soft limit for now, meaning it could be an option in the future, but not for this scene. We’ll discuss it in the future if it ever comes up.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I squatted again and raised the shirt that she wore. I saw the satin covering her pussy, and it only made me wonder what the back looked like. When I spun her around to the back, I saw that it was a G-string. I was envious of that damn string, too. It ran across the naughtiest bits, teasing her flesh. I kissed both sides of her ass and moved away.

  “You’re testing my willpower today, pet? Was that on purpose?”

  “N-Ye-no, Sir. I was trying to please you.”

  “You did a damn excellent job. Too damn good.”

  I grabbed more rope and created a chest harness that kept her torso attached to the cross. When I was finished, Vanessa’s eyes were glossy and unfocused. I kissed her shoulder and she moaned a little. She was already aroused, but I planned to bring her to full blown desperation before I gave her a world rocking orgasm. Now that she was fully attached to the cross, it was time to begin.

  I grabbed the floggers and swung them in the air to warm up my arms. “Ready, girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I started with a light flogging over the front of her body. I increased the tempo but kept the impact light. I watched as she closed her eyes and relaxed into the sensations. Vanessa panted softly as I continued flogging her. Her chest rose and fell harder and faster each swing. She wanted what I was offering, and I was willing to take her there, but only if she played by my rules. I saw the blush on her thighs, and I wanted to lick each of them to feel the heat. I pulled her shirt up through the rope and Vanessa gasped. I exposed her breasts, ignoring her protests.

  “Were you looking to safe word, pet?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “What is your safe word?” I let the reminder be the only safety that I offered her.

  “Danger, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  I leaned forward and kissed between her breasts, testing the waters. She sighed, enjoying the feeling. I rained kisses across her breasts, moving closer and closer to her nipples. I dragged my lips and tongue across her skin, tasting the contrast of her and the perspiration on her skin. It was fucking addictive the way that she moaned in response. I was stirring a need inside of her that could only be sated by me. I allowed myself to spend a moment learning what she liked while teaching her what I was capable of. I pulled each of her nipples into my mouth and she bucked against me. I sucked on the sensitive peak before pulling it with my teeth. Her taste was intoxicating, and I wanted more. I released it and then licked the puckered nip, enjoying her softness. When I pulled away and blew on the wet tips, Vanessa groaned in desperation.

  “Please.”

  “You like that?” My voice had grown hoarser.

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, and she whined. I used my teeth to scathe it repeatedly. Her nipple tightened between my teeth, and I sucked it hard.

  “Mmm...” Vanessa’s breathing was labored and pleading. She was trying to catch her breath, but that wasn’t in the plans. She needed to be even more desperate before I rewarded her.

  I resumed twirling the floggers, and that’s when realization kicked in for Vanessa. I smirked as I worked the flogger up her body.

  “Sir!”

  I let the flogger hit her breasts at a medium impact. Vanessa groaned, and I watched as her eyes opened wide. I’m sure the burst of pain and pleasure ricocheted all over her body, including that needy pussy of hers. I went over the same path again and shock consumed her again. Her nipples were sensitive, and I could only imagine the intensity of the throb that was occurring between her thighs. Vanessa moaned low and deep.

  “Sir...” Her voice was calm and sure, but I knew that was just her will before it broke.

  It was time to ramp up the scene. The strikes were growing in speed and impact, stinging her nipples into submission. Vanessa was writhing with need, and her head dropped back as I focused several blows on her breasts. When she lifted her head to look at me, the tears were pouring from her eyes.

  “Please...” she begged.

  I walked over and grabbed the crop from the table
. I took off my shirt and wiped my face with it before dropping it to the floor. The room had grown unbearably hot, and I knew it had a lot to do with the kitten who was spread out for me. I could smell her sweet arousal beginning to perfume the room. If I could, I would bottle the scent. It was musky yet feminine with a hint of strawberry. I groaned, knowing the need to fuck her was riding me hard. I’d worked up a sweat, and the need to take her wasn’t helping. I used the crop to spank her clit twice, and she moaned loudly. I slid my hand over her soft skin and Vanessa whimpered loudly.

  “Sir... please make it stop.”

  “Make what stop, baby girl?”

  It grew hard to speak. My own arousal had me so jacked up. I’d have to get through this scene with her before I could go handle my own release. I spanked her clit a few more times, and she moaned louder.

  “It... I... oh, god!” Vanessa moved her hips searching for relief.

  “What was that?” I walked to the closet that was behind me and pulled out the cordless wand that I had. I squatted in front of her, waiting for her response. I traced her folds with my fingers, loving how moist her panties were. She hissed, obviously needing me to soothe the heat there. It would scorch before she found release.

  “I need...”

  “You need what, baby girl?” If she said what I wanted her to say, Shelly and Renee would have to go. The way that I now wanted to defile her would leave her without dignity. Nobody needed to see that but me. I knew once wouldn’t be enough.

  “Master, please make it stop,” Vanessa whined. I palmed her pussy and ground the heel of my hand across her clit. Stroking it this way only added more friction, especially since her panties were still in the way.

  “How would you like for me to do that?” I raised my eyebrow at her as I turned on the wand.

  “I don’t know... but please.”