INICIAR SESIÓNChapter 4 - The pleasure In Pain I unbuttoned my jeans and worked them down my hips and pulled them off my ankles and my underwear came with them and I was standing there with my shirt still on and my back still warm from the flogger and my pussy already so wet it was sliding down the inside of my thigh and I could feel it. The slick of it, and I knew he could see it too. I stood there and held my hands at my sides because I didn't know what else to do with them and he walked around me, slowly, and I heard his shoes on the floor and the clock ticking and nothing else. "Ever had it like this before?" he said, behind me. "No." "Been flogged before?" "No." "Tell me what you've done, then," he said, and came around the front of me again and stopped, close, and put his hand flat on my chest and pushed until my back hit the table, "So I know what I'm working with. Don't make me drag it out of you. It's boring when people make me do that." "Regular sex," I said. "Boring sex
Chapter 3 - The Agreement Then he moved me against the table and used it on my back in slow, deliberate runs, and it wasn't a sting, it was a warmth, layer on layer, spreading out wide, each fall landing and blooming and fading under the next. My skin went hot all over. I lay with my cheek on my own folded arms and my eyes half shut and somewhere along the way the headache just left… not got better, left, like it had been politely asked. "How is it," he said. "Mmh." "That's not a number." "Two. One. I don't know. It's gone." I said, but I could hear my own voice was a bit slurred. "I haven't felt this relieved in a while." "That's good," he said. He worked lower, over the seat, and the tails came down and the heat spread through my hips and up, and I was relaxed in a way that went past relaxing and into something else, a warm heavy gray fog with my body in the middle of it, and then a fall landed low and the tails wrapped a little and the sting of it went down t
Chapter 2 - The Sheets"It's a relevant clinical question for this treatment and I'm going to ask it once more plainly if you make me. Do you have one? And don't answer it for Marcus's benefit. Nobody in this room is going to know you were ever in it."I stared at him for a long moment."Not much of one," I said."Not much of one?”"Not much of one." My face was burning. "There's nothing wrong with me. I just… the headaches take it out of me. Most of the time I'd rather sleep.""Mm." He wrote something. "Does it hurt worse in your body during sex, or better?""Better," I said, before I'd decided to say anything. "When it's… when I'm able to get out of my own head, it's better after. The light's easier.""That's a good answer," he said, in a voice that was doing something I couldn't read anymore, "and it's also exactly what I expected. All right. Read the sheet. Call me by Tuesday.”I read the sheet countless times.It was two pages long. It had headings and a font that was nothing s
Chapter 1 - The WhipI'd had the same headache for eleven years, and everyone I'd ever seen about it had told me the same eleven things.Drink more water. Sleep more. Less screen. Have you tried yoga, and had I considered that stress was in the body and maybe therapy would help, and had I noticed a pattern, and given my childhood there was probably something to look into, and wouldn't meditation be lovely. I had. I'd done all of it. I'd drunk so much water I practically sloshed, and I'd done the yoga and the therapy and the breathing exercises and the elimination diet and the two years of magnesium and the app with the little blue circle. Nothing. Eleven years, and on a Tuesday in March I'd sat in a walk-in clinic with the light bugging my eyes and thrown up in the sink.Marcus, my best friend since fifth grade, said he knew a guy. Not that kind of guy, he said, laughing, when I made a noise. A pain specialist. Real one. The kind who actually gets people sorted instead of telling t
Chapter 5 - Her Good Boy She came in and set both coffees on my nightstand and stood over me with her hands on her hips, and she was wearing a black silk robe and nothing else I could see. "Sit up." I sat up. "Hands on your head. Lace your fingers." I laced my fingers on top of my head. She looked down at me. "You came in my house, in my sheets, without permission," she said. "That's a fine. It's not a big fine. It's going to sting for a minute and then it's done, and then you and I are square and we can start the day. Or you say red and we don't do it and I'm not angry and it's over. Your call." "Not red," I said. "Go." She got on the bed, put one knee up on the mattress beside my hip, and pulled me forward by the chin and slapped me. Open palm, across the cheek, flat and sharp and loud… it rang in the quiet room and my whole head turned with it and my eyes watered and my cock jumped so hard I thought I'd come right there like a teenager. "Ahh…” She watched my face
Chapter 4 - Total Submission Her thighs closed around my ears and her hand twisted hard in my hair and held me there. "Ahh… god… stay…" She let out a slow breath and let me up. I sat back on my heels. My mouth was wet. My chin was wet. She looked down at me from the chair and her chest was moving, and her hair had come loose out of where she'd had it behind her ear. "Stand up," she said. "Kneel on the edge of the bed. Face the headboard. You're going to find out what's on the other side of all that wanting." I got up on legs that felt like they were made of something soft, and turned, and knelt on the mattress with my bound hands behind me, and heard her come up behind me. I was so hard it hurt. The whole week had built up… not touching myself, doing everything she said… and when her hand came around my cock I made a noise like I'd been hit. "Ahh… oh… oh fuck…" "You're not to cum," she said. "You understand me? This is going to be very good and you're still not to
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th







