Desire's Awakening (4 page)

“Did Sir Damien happen to mention that I am a Switch? That means I can assume the role of a Top or bottom, depending on the situation. When I am alone with you as your mentor, you will address me as ‘Ma’am’. I believe it is time to show you how I respond to insubordination. Get out of bed and go stand by the chains on that wall.”

Kaitlin looked from Corinne to the wall with the shackles. O
h dear!
Well, at least she’s just a woman. Certainly she couldn’t hurt as much as the Trainer.
Kat hoped the punishment wouldn’t be administered upon her still sensitive buttocks.

Corinne secured Kaitlin’s wrists to the wall and kicked her legs apart to lock them into the bottom shackles. In the spread-eagle position, Kat looked at the floor in accordance with the rules she had learned earlier. When Corinne finished securing the shackles, she unlocked the nearby chest of drawers. From the top drawer, she pulled out a black satin mask. As she lowered the mask over Kaitlin’s eyes, fear suddenly clawed at Kat’s insides. Without sight, she had no idea what Corinne would do and she was helpless in this totally exposed position.

The first open-handed slap landed on the side of her right breast. Shock registered as the second smack hit the other breast. The cold, slick material landing on her naked flesh felt like latex. The spanking started off slow and gentle, but soon Kaitlin’s breasts bobbed back and forth from repeated blows, which grew harsher with each smack. Every time the hand left her breast, a tingling, achy feeling invaded her breast. It hurt so bad that she wanted to cross her arms over her chest for protection, but the restraints held her bound to the wall.

Then Corinne’s hands gripped her chin and her warm breath brushed against Kat’s cheek as she spoke. “So how do you like
my
discipline, girl? I’ve got more where this came from.”

Kat knew Corinne did not expect an answer to that question. A higher level of pain ripped through her body as an open palm slapped her mound. A moan escaped Kat’s lips and she squirmed against the shackles.

“Yes, struggle, scream! I can inflict more punishment if you fight the pain, but if you hold your tongue, you will receive less. What will it be?”

The hand rained down more agony. Kaitlin clenched her teeth and tried to brace herself for the next impact. It was impossible to know exactly when the following assault would arrive because her vision was shrouded in total darkness. The slapping stopped and she breathed heavily. She was acutely aware of how sensitive the affected body parts had become as they throbbed unmercifully. Kaitlin prayed the punishment was over and she would be released. But what was that scraping sound…another drawer being opened?

At first, she didn’t think much of the squeezing sensation on her nipples. A slight pressure started close to the base, but then something clamped down hard along the length of the engorged nipple. Stars exploded in her mind. The twin nipple suffered the same fate. Kaitlin tried to breathe in short bursts, hoping to relax and accept the intense pain.

Fingers pulled on her inner lips, massaging and elongating them, making them swell with blood then one after the other received the same clamping sensation. Once again, she was forced to endure more excruciating pain. She arched her back and tried to concentrate on something other than the punishment. Corinne’s fingers found her clit and massaged circles into it. Kaitlin recognized the sound of wood clothespins clicking together and realized that Corinne was using them for clamps.

She felt her body growing tense with pleasure in response to the incessant massage and knew an orgasm was imminent. It was an odd sensation of pain and pleasure at the same time. She didn’t know which one to give in to. Did she have to ask permission of Corinne for release also?
Here it comes!
The peak was so close that Kat nearly cried for joy. But just as she was about to come, the pleasuring stopped abruptly. Kat groaned as her clit and lips throbbed painfully.

“Sorry. No orgasm for you. That would give you pleasure, but that’s not what I want. You need to understand that when you disobey me,
I
receive punishment. And because I am much more advanced in my training, my punishment is more intense. This is nothing compared to what I receive. I expect your complete cooperation from now on. Agreed?” She squeezed Kaitlin’s face together until Kat pouted. The pungent scent of her sex on her punisher’s fingertips filled her nostrils.

Kaitlin nodded her agreement and felt the four clothespins taken off slowly, one at a time. Each release brought renewed agony as blood rushed into those areas. It subsided a few moments later. But the desire for release was still strong.

“Good. Now you will follow me to do your chores.” Corinne unmasked her, put away the clips, mask and gloves then opened the shackles. Kaitlin dropped her arms in relief.

“Look at me,” Corrine ordered.

Kat glanced at her punisher and gritted her teeth while massaging the life back into her wrists.

“You do have another option. If this is too much for you, we can rip up your contract and you can leave today,” Corinne offered, regarding her intensely.

Why is she so eager to give me a way out?
A disquieting feeling settled in the pit of Kat’s stomach. It was as though Corinne wanted her to quit. That realization gave Kat the determination to stick it out and tolerate whatever was handed to her. Kat was not a quitter.

“Answer me.”

“No Ma’am, that’s all right. I’m in training and this is part of what I must learn. I accept my punishment and will try to be more obedient from now on.”

Corinne’s eyes narrowed to slits and she placed her hands on her hips. “Fine. But it is appropriate for you to thank me for your discipline, girl.”

Kat complied with the request, knowing that she had just learned a valuable lesson. From now on, she’d make sure to stay on Corinne’s good side…if she had one.

“Yes, thank you, Ma’am.”

“Good,” Corinne said as she left the room. “Now we have carpets to clean and floors to scrub, plus my favorite assignment, toilets.”

Kaitlin rolled her eyes and followed her mentor, still feeling an ache in her nipples. She groaned inwardly. It was going to be a long month.

Chapter Three

Damien paced the confines of his luxuriously decorated master suite, tracing a path from the canopied four-poster bed to the coral stone fireplace. Deep in thought, he scolded himself for the feelings bubbling to the surface for the new girl. Why did he let himself get aroused by her so easily? He wasn’t supposed to get to that part of the training for at least another week. Training required a strict schedule.

Perhaps seeing her last night at the waterfall piqued his interest. He hadn’t been able to drag his eyes from the beauty in the pool. Her long, dark hair, perfectly proportioned hourglass body and beautiful high breasts had disturbed him even in his dreams.

She was a novice, yet she responded extremely well to his slightest touch. This was crazy. In the last three years, he had trained over eighty-five girls, all of whom had gone on to make their Dominants very happy. Yet he felt no connection to any of them. It had been easy to remain aloof and professional in all his dealings with the girls. Surely this one should be no different. But somehow she was. The thought concerned and excited him at the same time. He would have to take care around her to avoid slipping off track.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Come in.”

The double doors swung open and a petite, young sub dressed in a French maid’s apron, hat and black stiletto heels entered the room. She bowed and picked up a tray laden with food from a cart.

“Good morning, girl. You may speak,” he said as he walked toward her.

“Thank you, Sir. Good morning. Where would you like to eat your breakfast this morning?”

“I’ll have it inside, near the French doors so I can look at the pool while I eat.” He sat on the recliner and waited for her to complete her task.

“Yes Sir. As you wish.”

The sub carried the tray filled with coffee, eggs, Canadian bacon, two slices of whole wheat toast and grapefruit to a folding table, which he had placed in front of him. After he pulled it snugly against his lap, she handed him silverware and a napkin.

Damien watched the sub perform her tasks with total perfection. Melissa had learned her lesson well. Her perky little breasts peeked over the top of the apron and her sweet pussy was open for inspection when she stood. This one would be ready for the auction soon.

“The young Dom I’ve been training will join me this Friday night at Club Exotica. It will be Sir Timothy’s first time working with a submissive in public. I believe you would work well with his style. You shall join us.”

“As you wish, Sir. Will that be all?”

“Yes. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He watched her slowly back away from him, turn on the balls of her feet and close the doors behind her. She had received her daily spanking from him a short while ago and her bare ass still bore a faint handprint. He smiled. The girls all looked forward to their spankings from him.

Damien picked up the remote control from the ottoman and turned on the news to watch while eating. Crossing his ankles, he relaxed in his favorite chair, sipping his black coffee. The mid-morning breakfast routine was the perfect break from the intensity of his training schedule. Though he had very little down time, he preferred it that way.

His days were filled with training, answering calls to Doms and Dommes, reading and answering responses to ads he placed and exercising in the gym. Every Friday night, he attended a gathering at Club Exotica and once a month, he took the trained subs to the auction. He left the household chores to the women and parties were arranged by the Activities Director. His life was orderly with no time for extra-curricular hobbies. He liked it that way.

The more he kept busy, the less time he had to think about his lost love, Sara. It pained him to think of how she had died so tragically at the young age of twenty-four. He blamed himself for the car accident. He knew the brakes needed repair and had scheduled it for two days after the accident. Had he known that they would give out sooner, he never would have allowed her to use the vehicle.

He recalled their last few moments in the emergency room. He held Sara’s hand and told her of his undying love. She was unconscious, but he hoped that somehow she heard him.

The new girl reminded him of Sara…the way she fidgeted the first time she met him, the ease with which she responded to his touch, the gestures she made. But there were differences too. The new girl’s eyes were the deepest blue he had ever seen and the thick, black lashes framing them made them stand out even more. He was grateful for the rule that submissives could not look directly at their Dominants, for her eyes were so expressive and provocative that they could surely turn his convictions to mush.

He had to guard his interest in this girl in the presence of Corinne. She had a bad jealous streak and would take it out on the new trainee. For months, she had been begging for more responsibility in the household. Thus, he had made her the mentor for the girls.

But Corrine wanted more…she wanted him. Oh she hadn’t told him directly, but he knew when a woman desired him. She thought revealing her Switch side would make her more attractive to him, but her jealousy turned him off. No, despite her sultry beauty and her magnificently endowed body, Corinne could not sway his heart.

He looked at his watch. Almost eleven thirty, time for his next appointment. He turned off the TV, took a last swig of coffee and with one more lingering look at the pool, erased the vision of last night from his mind before going to meet his next trainee.

* * * * *

Kaitlin’s back ached. While the other subs seemed to be given easy, relaxing tasks, Kaitlin had been instructed to scrub the floors on her hands and knees until her knuckles were raw. She hoped there was a hierarchy where the longer you lived in the household, the easier your tasks became.

The other girls worked with poise and perfection, whether it was preparing tea or polishing silver. She would try to copy their actions when she got to that stage in her development. For right now, she concentrated on making everything sparkle so she didn’t have to repeat the chores.

Corinne arrived shortly before one thirty to inspect Kaitlin’s work. She seemed pleased, but at the same time tried to find fault.

“Did you clean behind the toilet?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“What about the rug in the hallway? Did you take that outside and beat it?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Kaitlin was relieved when given a nod indicating she was finished.

“You may eat lunch and take a break now,” Corinne told her, “but be back at four o’clock to help the cook prepare dinner.” She turned on her heel and left.

“Yes, of course, Ma’am,” Kaitlin muttered under her breath, irritated at the amount of work doled out to her in one day. There were six other submissives in the house, yet it seemed as though she had been assigned most of the chores.
It doesn’t seem fair, but then she’s probably still trying to punish me
.

She prepared a sandwich and took it into the recreation center located at the far end of the hallway past what appeared to be an office. The room was huge with a flat-screen TV above a stone fireplace, a bar, a pool table, video and book libraries, and a CD player.

Kaitlin liked the warm feeling of the slanted wood ceiling and the wooden shutters over the windows. There was enough leather furniture to seat at least thirty people at one time. This was definitely a party room. She liked it. She walked around the room reading titles on books, CDs and videos. Her curiosity was piqued by a button on the far wall. She pressed it and the entire wall of wood panels opened into another room.

When she flipped a light switch on the far wall, the room was bathed in dim purple fluorescent light. The décor in this room was quite different. It reminded her of the dungeon. Several wooden horses were scattered about the room. Three wooden crosses with shackles stood against the wall, shackles hung from the ceiling and a ten-foot wheel with eight spokes seemed to be the center of attraction.