Labor of Love
The Day Continues
Russell and Drake walked me a ways down the beach until we reached what appeared to be a small hut. They unlocked the door that read “0” in brass on the front.
“Room zero? Why would you have a room zero?” I asked out loud, more to myself.
“This is the room that is usually used for isolation or punishment. It literally means you're too low to even be a number; in other words, you're seen as nothing. Usually you have to have done something pretty unruly to be sent here,” Drake explained, looking like he was sort of feeling sorry for me.
I kept quiet, wondering my fate. What was Master Kinney planning to do to me once he arrived?
We went inside, and the first thing I noticed was that the walls were painted black. There wasn't much in the room. A twin size bed that didn't look very comfortable was in the corner, and there were installed rings above it on the wall. I could guess what they were for. There was a locked chest sitting against another wall. A small wooden table and two chairs were in the center of the room. The floors were hardwood. I also noticed a small bathroom.
“So what now?” I asked.
“Now you wait until Master Kinney has finished hosting the planned festivities for the evening, and comes here to speak with you privately.”
“How long will that take?” I frowned.
“Who knows?” Russell shrugged. “I wouldn't count on it being any time soon.”
The two men in leather turned and left, closing the door behind them. I waited a couple of minutes and then immediately checked to see if I could open the door. Expecting the door to be locked, I was surprised when the knob turned easily. I frowned and stared at the knob in confusion, wondering why it would be unlocked.
I thought about it a moment. The leather twins couldn't have been that careless, could they? They had to know that by leaving the door unlocked that I could walk right out, so that must mean that I actually had a choice of staying or leaving. Nothing or no one was there to stop me.
Maybe things weren't as they seemed in this place.
I turned the knob slowly, opened the door and peeked outside. There wasn't a soul around on the beach that I could see. My first rational thought was to walk out and try to find someone I could talk to about getting home – or at least find a fucking telephone.
"You want me to hear you out, you'll have to do things my way.”
Mr. Kinney's words suddenly echoed in my mind and suddenly, leaving didn't seem to be the wisest thing to do. Mr. Kinney was the one in charge around here. If I wanted to get things settled, I needed to speak to him. That couldn't be too hard, right? Just have a rational, man-to-man conversation. All I'd have to do was explain to him that I made a mistake in going to the island. Certainly he wouldn't keep me here against my will?
I sighed and closed the door before turning around and walking across the room to the dinky little twin bed in the corner. I sat down on the bed and noticed how springy it was – and not the comfortable kind of springy. It was one of those beds that felt like the springs could pop up through the mattress at any time.
I sat there for a while, just thinking, wishing for the life of me that I had my sketch pad. There were all of these fresh images in my mind just waiting to be created on paper. It sure as hell would have passed the time, too.
After a while of just sitting there, and realizing that Mr. Kinney was probably not coming any time soon, I decided to lay down on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling, which also happened to be black.
All I could do was wait, so that's what I did. Wait and think about the events of the day. I thought about arriving on the island. I thought about going on stage and dancing in my thong. I thought about meeting Mr. Kinney. Those eyes... God damn, something about those eyes that made it impossible for me to stop staring into them. I thought about him yelling at me to get down on my knees. I thought about him ordering the two men in leather to take me away....
And I got hard.
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I'm not sure how many hours I was waiting. I had fallen asleep counting sheep – it was the only thing I could think of to take my mind off my hard-on.
I immediately woke when I heard the door to the room open, and quickly sat up and rubbed my eyes, feeling a little disoriented.
“Did you calm down a bit from your nice little nap?” Mr. Kinney was smirking at me, and I tried not to think about how fucking sexy it was.
“Look, are you going to let me go home or what?” I asked, wanting to just cut to the chase.
He gestured to the table. “Why don't you have a seat.” I hesitantly stood up and walked over to the table and sat down.
“It's Justin, isn't it?” he asked, taking the seat across from me.
I slightly nodded, as I rubbed my fingers through my hair.
“Is that a yes?”
I looked at him oddly. “Yeah.”
“You shouldn't nod or shake your head when answering someone. You always want to be firm in your communication. Communication is very important. Especially here.”
Did this guy think he was my therapist? I suppressed my urge to roll my eyes, though it was difficult.
I watched as Mr. Kinney lit a clove cigarette and took his time to exhale its smoke. He looked at me a moment before speaking again.
“Justin, what made you decide to come here?”
I crossed my arms across my chest. “A couple of my friends suggested it.”
He was staring at me again. It was as if he were trying to see right through me. “And did you know what kind of place this was?”
I started to nod my answer, but then caught myself. “...Yes.”
“And you still filled out an application.”
“Yeah.”
“And agreed to an interview.”
“Yes.”
“Why did you do that, Justin?”
“I told you why.”
“What made you think that this island would be a good place for you to go?” He looked at me expectantly.
I looked away and hesitated. “I've... been under a lot of stress,” I admitted.
“I see. And you thought that coming here would be like a vacation?”
I shook my head. “No, I knew it wouldn't be like that. But I guess I just kind of wanted to get away from everything.”
He smiled at me. “You could have gone on a regular vacation – but you didn't. You came here. I think that says something, don't you?”
I thought about that for a moment. He was right. Why HAD I decided to come here instead of going on a real vacation? I could have gone to Hawaii, Cancun, Miami... but I didn't.
“What do you think it means?” I asked.
He looked at me and shrugged. “I'm not you, Justin. Only you know the real reasons. But it does tell me that you're curious. You want to know what goes on here, and... if you'll like it.”
He took another drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth so it wouldn't go into my face. The clove smelled good, and I wished that he'd offer me one. “It's understandable,” he continued. “Many people are curious about BDSM, but you know, a lot of them don't have balls to actually try it. Then all that's left is to wonder about it.”
He leaned forward, giving me that intense eye contact once again. “Do you want to be one of those people, Justin? Just always wondering 'what if', when you have the chance right now to experience it here? And on a fucking beautiful island, surrounded by gorgeous men, no less,” he added with a short laugh.
I realized that he had a good point, but I was still scared. Afraid of change. Afraid of the unknown. Afraid of... myself.
“I don't know if I can do it. I'm not a very strong person. I don't do well under pressure,” I admitted.
“Justin, it's simple, really. All you have to do, is respect your Superiors, and do what you're told. And it's not just us who benefits from it. You will too. If you give this a chance, you'll eventually see what I mean,” he said assuringly.
I sighed. What he had said was right. I WAS curious about this lifestyle. There had to be a reason why I'd chosen to come to this place. Having someone to dictate my every move and also teach me how to open myself up emotionally and sexually... it sounded like it could be a good way to explore myself and maybe do a bit of soul searching. Even if this lifestyle wasn't for me, I'd probably still come out of it knowing a lot more about myself, just like Jeff had said. At least I would know that I could do it. That I took a risk for once.
“I'll tell you what, Blue Eyes,” he said after a few moments of my weighing my options in my mind.
“How about you give it a week. If you still don't want to be here after a week, I'll send you home, no questions asked.”
It sounded like too good of a deal to pass up, but I was still hesitant. I was never good at making decisions.
“Or...” he paused for a moment to take another drag. “I could give you a little taste of what you'll be experiencing, while you're trying to decide,” he offered.
“Meaning, what?” I asked, a bit nervous, as to what he was planning to do.
He shook his head and laughed. “Ah, ah, ah, Blue Eyes. Take it or leave it.”
God, I hated the way his little nickname for me made my stomach flutter.
“Okay,” I finally agreed after a few moments of contemplation.
“Okay?” he asked with a raised brow.
I gave him a sheepish smile. “Yes. I'll do it.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Then take off your robe,” he instructed. I gave him a protestant look. I hated that fucking leather thong.
“But --”
“I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Take it off,” he said in a stern voice. There was something in his tone that made me want to automatically scramble to obey, and I forced myself to ignore the excitement in my stomach.
I removed my robe as he'd asked, and was aware of his eyes all over my body. “And it will stay off unless I say otherwise,” he added.
I stayed silent, and waited to see what he would do next.
“Follow me,” he said. I wanted to ask him where we were going, but I remembered earlier that he hadn't been pleased before when I had spoken to him without permission, so I bit my tongue and followed him out the door.
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Mr. Kinney had been silent on the walk over there. We walked until we reached a fairly large beach house. I had a pretty good guess that this was where Mr. Kinney stayed while he was here at the island. It was two stories and had tall glass windows. It looked as though there were two units, and it appeared that one could reach the second story by climbing a set of stairs on the outside.
We entered the building, and my eyes went wide in amazement as I looked around the very large living space. It was like a spacious loft; very open. The furniture looked expensive but comfortable. Of course it had all the top of the line utilities that a house or apartment would have. Nice kitchen, complete with a large refrigerator, dishwasher, stove and oven. There was a large liquid television with a monster home theater system. Off to the side was what appeared to be his little office area with a desk and computer.
There was a large glass sliding door close to the kitchen, which led out to a patio that had a view of the ocean.
I noticed a set of closed double doors, which I could only assume led to his bedroom. I was very curious what his bedroom would look like and wished that he'd left the doors open.
“These are my quarters. Follow me,” he said, and led me up a spiral staircase.
The second floor was like being in a different house. Not that I knew very much about the lifestyle, but when I saw the space upstairs, I knew right away that it must be his 'play room'. I observed the room in awe, taking in as much detail as I could.
There were things that both roused my curiosity and frightened me. There were various chains and rings installed in the ceiling and walls. I saw what looked like a cage across the room. There was some kind of leather contraption that hung from the ceiling that reminded me of a hammock.
I noticed a large framed picture on one wall of the room. It was some sort of symbol that was unfamiliar to me, and I wondered what it meant.
A medium sized sliding glass window was open, allowing a nice warm breeze into the room, and as I glanced outside, I could see the beautiful clear, night sky.
There was a king sized bed, complete with four posts. A large “toy chest” was against one wall, and next to it, was a closet that held various attire, mostly leather, that I could see. There was also a bathroom with a shower stall.
Just as I'd seen downstairs, there was an identical large, glass sliding door with tall, linen drapes, which I guessed led out to a balcony. I couldn't tell since the drapes were obstructing the view.
“Remove your thong,” Mr. Kinney said, suddenly breaking me out of my thoughts.
I felt my face heat up as I blushed, and my heart started pounding.
“Modest, Blue Eyes?” he smirked. “I assure you, that's something that will dissipate with time.”
I felt my hands slightly shaking as I went to remove the leather thong. Once it was off though, I had to admit that my ass felt a lot better. I hadn't particularly liked having that thin piece of leather up there all day.
“Good,” he said, and took me by the hand and led me across the room, near the opened window. He lifted each of my arms and attached them to chains hanging from the ceiling. He was so fucking close, and I couldn't help but to breath in his scent deeply, making a memory. He smelled of cloves and soap. It was intoxicating.
“Spread your legs,” he then instructed. I slightly hesitated but obeyed, and felt him attach cuffs with chains on my ankles. He walked behind me and suddenly my eyes were being covered. I felt him tie the blindfold at the back of my head, not too loose, but tight enough to where I couldn't see a thing.
“Keep your head forward, and don't say a word,” he whispered. “I'm going to leave you to think about your options now.” Then to my surprise, he grabbed my cock, which immediately hardened in his hand.
“Good boy,” he said, and then left me alone with my hard-on, and my thoughts.
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“Fuck, where is he?” I wondered again. It had been quiet for a while. He'd left, but I knew he had come back, and that he was now in the room. I could smell him. That wonderful scent of cloves and soap mixed in with his own unique, indescribable scent, which had been imprinted in my brain ever since he'd put my arms up in those fucking chains. I didn't need my sight to tell me he was near.
I continued to wait impatiently.
My ears suddenly perked up, and I almost cried out in relief as I heard footsteps seemingly walking in my direction. I felt my heart beating faster in anticipation, and my breath was caught in my throat as I waited for him to do or say something. I felt warm breath against my left ear, and my body stiffened. He was back, and at that moment I thought I'd never been so glad about anything in my life.
He set his hands on my shoulders, and my body vibrated at his touch. "So, you've had some time to think,” he whispered.
I remained silent.
“Before we continue, I need your answer,” he informed me, and lightly ran his hands down my arms, causing my goosebumps to reappear. “What is your decision? Will you allow me to introduce you to yourself?" he asked softly, his breath tickling my ear and making me shiver.
I had thought about it. Shit, I had PLENTY of time to think about it, which I think was his incentive as he left me hanging in that spread eagle position for what must have been hours. Yes, I had asked myself what the hell I was doing. My mind was rebelling and I heard a little voice tell me I was nuts for even going as far as I had. It told me to leave this place, and never give it a second thought... only I knew that wasn't going to happen. My curiosity was roused, and I'd come this far... I couldn't just stop without experiencing SOMETHING. For once in my life I wanted to feel as though I were taking a risk. Doing something out of the norm – for ME at least. People had been telling me for years that I should be more open to things; to stop being so uptight, and to quit saying 'no' to everything.
All of those things ran through my mind at that moment when he expected his answer. He'd already given me a chance to turn back, then he'd offered to give me time to consider my decision. It was too tempting. I was interested in experiencing just a little taste of what I'd be getting myself into if I were to stay.
So now was the moment of truth. He'd just asked me more or less if I was up to the challenge, and suddenly a rush of excitement spread throughout my body. I'd never been good at making decisions, but now I had made one, and I was sure about it. It was all so titillating; his hot breath dancing on my neck; the thought of doing something so dangerous and bad... I felt my cock harden for the second time that night, and finally nodded my head in response. He had his answer.
I felt my nipple being pinched and yelped more out of surprise, than pain, though it wasn't exactly painless. "You remember what I told you earlier? Answer with a yes or no," he said firmly, as he held my nipple firmly with his fingers, increasing the pressure and making it ache. I silently cursed myself for forgetting.
"Yes,” I replied, stifling a groan.
"Yes, what?" he asked, the raised volume of his voice causing me to slightly flinch. I was grateful for the blindfold now. It was already intense, I didn't want him to see how vulnerable I was.
He twisted my nipple between his fingers once again, and to my surprise and horror, I felt my dick leak, and a groan escaped my mouth.
“I'm sorry, I don't --” I stammered, not sure what I had done wrong. I could hardly grasp my mind on anything but his touch and his voice.
He held my chin firmly with his hand. “You're always to address me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. I am your Master, and you are my slave. You WILL show me respect.”
My cock got harder and though I was scared, I also couldn't help but think how fucking hot he sounded when he used that tone again.
"Yes, Sir... I'd like to try a week," I correctly answered, silently vowing not to make THAT mistake again. It vaguely occurred to me that I'd been thinking of this man as Mr. Kinney, and that would have to change. In fact, from that point on, I'd made a mental note to start thinking of him as 'Master' and 'Sir', even in my head. I didn't need to make that stupid mistake again.
"Good boy," he said, his voice now gentler and soothing, and my cock twitched at his praise.
He released my nipple from his grasp only to replace his warm, wet, tongue and then licked over the sensitive tit. Who knew my nipples could be that sensitive? I hadn't really explored that before. I shuddered as he continued playing with my taut nipple with his mouth. He licked and sucked and finally bit down a little, and unprepared, my body jerked back a little, causing him to laugh lightly.
“Not used to that, eh Blue Eyes? Don't worry, you will.”
I felt his hands at the back of my head untying my blindfold, and then it was pulled off. The cool air hit my face where the blindfold had been, and I blinked a few times. My pupils, which had been in complete darkness for who knows how long, were now fighting to adjust to the dim lighted candlelit room, which he'd must have done while I was blindfolded. My eyes felt dry and tired, as if I'd been in a deep sleep and had been abruptly woken up.
I looked up to see those two intense, beautiful, hazel orbs staring back at me and was suddenly startled by his beauty; the way the candle light danced shadows across his handsome face. He was breathtaking. My fingers twitched, and I longed for my sketch pad at that moment to try to catch his expression on paper. His eyes were one of lust and ownership, and were quite telling. There was no question about it; I belonged to him now. That thought alone both frightened and thrilled me at once.
He smiled at me. “Welcome to La Isla Erotica.”
He walked behind me, and though I wanted to turn my head to see what he was doing, I resisted and kept faced forward, as he'd instructed earlier. I heard him walking throughout the room behind me and wondered what he was doing. A few moments later he returned and I felt something lightly going up and down my back.
“First things first. You need to give me a safe word,” he said softly, his breath at my ear.
Not knowing what the hell a “safe word” was, I blinked in confusion. “I... don't know what that is... Sir.”
“A safe word is for your protection. It lets me know if we're getting beyond the point of how much you can handle. During 'play', words are often part of the fantasy, and saying, 'no', 'don't', and 'stop' are no exception. If you say your safe word, I will know that you need to stop. And I will,” he said sternly.
I suddenly felt relieved. I could stop this? Just with one word? I had to admit that made me feel a lot better – safer. I had no idea what to expect, and holding on to the thought that I could stop it all if I wanted to was comforting.
“Do you understand?”
I realized I hadn't answered him yet and he was waiting.
“Yes, Sir. Um...” I wracked my brain, trying to think of a good word to give him, but my mind was coming up empty – not to mention it was awfully distracting to feel whatever it was that was softly being dragged up and down and all around my back.
Hmm... stop? What word reminds me of stop? I silently asked myself.
“Red,” I finally answered.
“Okay. Red it is,” he agreed, and then I felt the object get dragged down to my naked ass, making a figure 8 trail horizontally across the cheeks.
“So I think we should start by acknowledging your behavior earlier,” Sir announced.
Shit, I thought, and swallowed hard.
Sir whispered into my ear as he stood behind me, continuing to drag whatever was in his hand, all around my back. “You know, Justin, you were awfully disrespectful to me and my guests earlier.”
I felt myself tense up, nervous about what he was going to do.
“But you already know that, don't you?” By his tone I knew he was expecting an answer, so I did.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
He walked around to face me once again, and I saw the object in his hand. It looked like some kind of whip. I'd never seen it before. It was about 18 inches long with a thick handle and long leather strips hanging from it. I figured out quickly that it had been the handle he'd been touching me with a few moments ago. He looked down at the whip and started running his hands over it slowly, as if observing it to see that it was in good working condition.
My cock twitched again.
“You know you deserve to be punished?”
I gulped again and then my breath caught in my throat. I had no idea why, but at that moment, the thought of being punished by Master Kinney excited me, and a sense of lust and shame fell over me at once.
Even though my eyes were lowered, I could feel his intimidating stare, studying my face carefully as if trying to read my thoughts.
“Yes, Sir,” I finally answered, keeping my head and eyes low.
He then dragged the leather strips along my chest, and a small moan escaped as I shuddered at the tickling sensation.
“I think you want to be punished,” His voice sounded lower, more seductive.
I felt my face redden at his statement. “I...”
He disappeared behind me again, and this time without thinking I turned my head.
“Eyes forward!”he commanded, and I immediately turned my head to face front again. Then unexpectedly, I felt his hand on my ass. Skin on skin. My cock throbbed and I gasped at the contact. He started rubbing the globes of my cheeks firmly and then suddenly I felt a stinging slap on the right side. My eyes went wide with surprise as I yelped for the second time that night.
“You like that?” Sir asked.
Yes. According to my cock I did... but I couldn't bring myself to admit that.
“N-no, Sir,” I lied.
Another slap, harder this time, but on the left side. I gasped loudly and felt a bead of pre-cum drip down my cock.
“I think you do. I want you to say it,” he said, then slapped my ass again even harder.
Another groan escaped my mouth, and I thrashed about, my feet and hands pulling at the restraints. I knew he expected me to answer him, but the words wouldn't come out.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice raised, and slapped once more, the intensity raising with each hit. My ass was burning, and my body was dripping with sweat.
“I – can't,” I gasped.
“The word 'can't' means nothing to me, Justin. Now tell me.”
“I...”
“You want me to stop?” Sir asked.
Slap!
NO! I thought. Please don't stop.
I had never wanted to touch myself so bad in my life. I knew what he wanted to hear, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate. I took a deep breath, then bit my lip, bracing myself for whatever was next.
Then suddenly I felt a sting that was so intense tears came to my eyes, and I knew that he'd used that whip he'd been teasing me with earlier. Tears were falling down my cheeks of their own will, yet I heard myself moaning in pleasure.
“I think you like it.” He sounded sure.
“No, Sir, I don't like it!” I sobbed, still in denial, but my dick was obviously making a liar out of me as it leaked profusely.
“Tell me you like it or I'll stop,” he threatened.
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn't exactly sure what I was begging for. Or maybe I did...
He seemed to be studying my expression, noting my struggle with this admission. He then lightly kissed the back of my neck, and whispered, “It's okay, Justin. Don't fight it. It's okay to like it. You have my permission to like it,” he said. “All you have to do is say it.”
He whipped me again.
How could something hurt and feel so fucking good at the same time? I had no idea. I didn't know how much I could take. He wasn't whipping me very hard, but my sensitive skin wasn't used to being marked, and naturally my body wanted to rebel and pull away.
I could feel the pleasure rush through me as the heat and pain combined into one, and my face flushed. I felt slightly dizzy, and my cock throbbed for release.
I felt the stinging slap of the whip once again, and then... it happened. Something else came through that overrode my pride. Pure need.
“Sir!” I exclaimed, breathlessly after the blow.
Master Kinney looked down at my leaking dick and then back up at me and smiled at me. “What do you want to tell me, Blue Eyes?”
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my breath uneven as if I'd been running a marathon. “Yes,” I cried out, tears running down my face. “Yes, Sir, I do like it,” I whispered in defeat, feeling my shame increase at my own admission.
Sir smiled at me then, and affectionately caressed my hair. “Good boy,” he said, and I felt that rush again. That pride that went with the praise.
Suddenly his hand was on my cock, and I swear I'd never felt so relieved in my life. He began jerking me off slowly at first, then increased his rhythm.
My jaw was slack as I closed my eyes, concentrating on the expert hands on my dick. With all the pain and pleasure and emotions running through my body all at once, it was almost too much to take, and I wondered if maybe I wouldn't just explode into a thousand pieces.
I felt Master Kinney nuzzle his face into my neck and give it a little bite before whispering, “You've been such a good boy. You deserve come. Come for me.”
That's all it took, and not but three seconds later I was shooting my pearly white spunk all over his hand and my chest and saw an explosion of colors behind my cold, wet eyelids.
Almost immediately after, Sir unfastened my hands and feet and took me in his arms and held me.
“You did great, Justin. Shhh, it's okay,” he whispered as I cried. “Yeah, that's it, let it out,” he said, lightly stroking my hair. I took comfort in his arms and continued to softly cry. It felt good, and I never wanted to leave.
When he finally released me, he turned my body around and ran his hands gently over my punished bottom, examining the area thoroughly.
“Are you in any pain?” he asked.
“Not much, Sir.” Mostly, my body felt heavy with a dull ache, but I didn't necessarily feel any harsh pain. Then again... I hadn't actually sat down yet.
“This will help,” I heard him say, as I felt his hand rubbing cream over the punished area of flesh. Immediately, I started to feel a soothing relief.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He finished applying the cream and turned me to face him again. “That's enough for the night,” he whispered. I briefly nodded, but then looked at him questioningly.
As if knowing what I was thinking, he added, “You'll be sleeping in my quarters tonight.” I raised my brows at him curiously, wondering if he was going to fuck me and glanced towards the King size bed.
“On the floor,” he affirmed.
I tried to hide the disappointment in me, and nodded. “Yes, of course, Sir,” I answered, and he smiled at me.
I had assumed I would be sent to bed now, and so I was a bit confused when he told me to follow him back downstairs. He instructed me to take a shower and then I was to meet him in the kitchen where he'd make us a snack.
When I emerged from the shower, Sir had allowed me lounge with my towel on as we ate the the turkey sandwiches he'd prepared for us. There was no conversation as we ate. It wasn't uncomfortable silence; I just had so much on my mind, and frankly, the emotional roller coaster from the day's events had me worn out and not very talkative at the moment. He seemed to know that I needed some space and didn't say much; but made sure to give me small, reassuring smiles once in a while.
“You need to get some rest now,” he told me. “You have a long day ahead tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered quietly.
“I laid out a sheet, blanket and pillow on the floor by my bed. That's where you'll be sleeping tonight.” There was no question. He didn't ask me, he told me, and that's the way it was. I wondered why I would be sleeping on the floor and not in the bed in the playroom or even on the sofa. I wasn't about to ask though.
He walked me into the bedroom and watched as I got under the blanket naked and lay my head on the pillow. As soon as my ass had touched the hard floor I visibly flinched, feeling the after affects of my punishment. It hadn't really hurt that bad before, but the pain seemed to be settling in now. I wondered if I would always feel this sore after a session.
“It becomes second nature,” he said, as if reading my mind.
I gazed up at his beautiful face, and couldn't help but notice that from the floor he looked about eight feet tall, and the light which illuminated from the other room surrounded him in a soft glow. It was like looking up at the face of God.
He knelt down and affectionately caressed my face. “You did a great job, tonight, Blue Eyes,” he smiled.
“Thank you, Sir,” I replied, and couldn't help but smile back.
He gave a slight nod, and then walked out of the room, but leaving the door wide open, presumably to keep an eye on me, I guessed.
I closed my eyes, my head feeling heavy with exhaustion, and probably not surprisingly, I fell asleep almost instantly, the dull ache in my ass a reminder of the small breakthrough I'd achieved that day. I felt better already.
I hadn't remembered a night slept so soundly in a very long time.
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