The Compound (13 page)

There. He’d admitted it. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to put her through her paces and see her grace firsthand. He wanted to be her trainer. No. Not her trainer.
Her lover.

Whoa.

He thought back to her profile. She’d indicated she was single, and not involved in a committed relationship. When her training was over…? Would his interest be returned?

Tiffany had made her way around the perimeter of the dungeon and now returned to him, dropping into a graceful kneel before him, pressing her lips to the toe of his black boot. He stared at the top of her blond head, forcing himself to focus on her breathy murmur. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Master Paul.”

~*~

Alexis’s
arms were spread wide on either side of her, tethered with soft rope knotted at her wrists, the other ends tied to sturdy branches between two trees. She was facing another new trainee named Rachelle, who was similarly bound.

There was a group of onlookers lying and sitting on a huge picnic blanket not far from the tree. The group included several trainers, a few trainees and a few of the staff slaves. They’d all come out for a picnic lunch near a stream at the back of the property, a good ten minute walk from the main house, hidden by a copse of trees.  They had settled by an old barn, everyone chatting amiably as if it were perfectly natural for some of the group to be naked and collared, the rest fully clothed. Of course, Alexis realized, here on The Compound that
was
perfectly natural.

When Master John had told her they would be attending a picnic luncheon instead of eating in the dining room that afternoon, she had thought it would be fun and relaxing to eat outside by a rolling stream.

She hadn't expected to be the entertainment.

After Master John had fed her half a sandwich and some pieces of apple, he
’d said casually, “Go stand between those two trees, Alexis.”

Master Clarence had nodded to Rachelle, adding, “You too. Face Alexis and raise your arms. We’ll see how well you two handle a little predicament bondage.”

The two men stood beside them, and Master Clarence held up a bright orange dildo, each end shaped like a penis. It was easily two feet long. “This is my personal favorite,” he informed both girls with an evil smile.

Master John produced a tube of lubricant. After coating both heads, he pressed one end of the gel-filled phallus into
Alexis’s pussy, while Master Clarence worked the other end between Rachelle’s spread legs. The dildo was soft and yielding. It actually felt good, filling her up nicely, though the circumstances were too distracting for her to really enjoy it.

“That’s the pleasure, now here’s the pain.” Master John reached into his pocket and produced two pairs of clover clamps. He handed a pair to Master Clarence, and they set about clamping Rachelle’s and
Alexis’s nipples, only instead of using a single pair on a single girl, Alexis’s left nipple was tethered to Rachelle’s right nipple, and vice versa.

“We’re going to cane you both,” Master John said. “You are expected to keep the dildo in place between you. If it falls out, no matter
who is at fault, you will both be punished. And as I’m sure you know, when you tug on clover clamps, they only get tighter. So you both have strong motivation to remain as still as you can.”

Rachelle and Alexis met each other’s eyes and Rachelle offered Alexis a nervous smile. She was, Alexis saw, trembling slightly and the caning hadn’t even begun. Rachelle was newer to all this than she was, Alexis realized. It was up to her to be a model sub. She would be an example for Rachelle. She would make Master John proud.

Hopefully.

Master John was behind Alexis, Master Clarence behind Rachelle, each holding a long, thin cane. They began lightly, warming the skin with a steady tapping, focusing mainly on the girls’ bottoms. At the first hard stroke, both girls gasped. Alexis managed to stay still, but Rachelle’s sudden jerk caused a painful tug to
Alexis’s nipples.

“Sorry,” the girl mouthed, but at the next stroke she jerked again, tightening the clamps yet again.

Though she hadn’t realized she was doing it, each stinging stroke of the cane caused Alexis to clench her muscles upon impact, and this included her vaginal muscles.  Thus each fiery cut of the cane was matched by a thrust of pleasure rippling inside her cunt as she gripped the malleable cock buried inside her.

The cane strokes increased in both tempo and intensity. Alexis closed her eyes, willing herself to flow with the pain and focus on the pleasure. Rachelle was whimpering, her breathy cries getting louder. She began to jerk again, doing a kind of avoidance dance that pulled the chains between the clover clamps taut again and again, tugging hard at
Alexis’s already tortured nipples.

To make matters worse, a sudden sideways move by Rachelle nearly caused the dildo to be pulled from
Alexis’s pussy. Alexis tried to get the girl’s attention, but Rachelle had her eyes closed. If she didn’t get control of herself, the dildo was going to fall out.

Determined not to let this happen, Alexis tried to mirror Rachelle’s moves, stepping forward as Rachelle stepped back, arching her hips or twisting in an effort to keep the dildo in place between them. She was restricted somewhat by the ropes at her wrists, but there was enough play to allow the tortured dance between them to continue.

At one point the dildo very nearly slipped out, saved only by Alexis lunging forward as Rachelle jerked back.
This isn’t my fault!
Alexis wanted to scream. She was handling the caning and enduring the tight grip of the clamps. She was doing her best to remember everything Master John had taught her. She was flowing with the pain. She was staying quiet and still, but Rachelle was yelping and dancing on her toes. She was going to ruin everything. The girl had no discipline, and Alexis was going to pay the price.

Though Master John continued to cane Alexis, she saw Master Clarence lower his cane as he leaned down and whispered something in Rachelle’s ear. As he spoke, he stroked her cheek with two fingers. Whatever he said must have worked, because to
Alexis’s relief, the girl stopped her panicked flailing. She lowered herself from her toes and the tension eased out of her shoulders.

Master Clarence again resumed the caning. The girl whimpered but she remained still, save for the swivel of her hips. It wasn’t long before she began to shudder, her pelvis gyrating in time to the strokes of the cane and Alexis realized finally what was happening. Rachelle was jerking herself off on the dildo! She was going to orgasm, while Alexis was forced to move in tandem to keep the other end of the phallus in place and minimize the painful tug at her nipples.

“Please, Master Clarence, may I come?” the girl cried.

“You may,” he replied in his deep bass.

No fair
, Alexis thought.
That wasn’t part of the deal.

Master Clarence had lowered his cane to let the girl climax, but Master John continued to cane
Alexis’s stinging, tender ass and thighs. Finally the girl’s pelvic gyrations eased, and mercifully, Master John, too, lowered his cane.

Alexis was startled by the laughter and applause coming from the picnic blanket. She had almost forgotten they had an audience. When she turned
he
was there! Though he definitely hadn't been part of the lunch group, Master Paul was lying on his side on the picnic blanket, leaning up on his elbow. Tiffany was nowhere in sight.

Alexis felt a slow burn move over her skin and tingle in her cunt as they locked eyes. A sensual smile moved over his features, lifting the corners of his mouth and radiating at the corners of his eyes.

Alexis forced herself to look away—to focus on her trainer. Master John released the clover clamps, and Alexis couldn’t stop her gasping yelp as a jolt of agonizing pain shot through her nipples.

Master John led Alexis back to the blanket, and as she settled herself gingerly to minimize her sore bottom’s contact with the blanket, he poured a glass of cold lemonade from a thermos and handed it to her.  As she drank, Alexis was hyper-aware of Master Paul just a few feet away, but she managed to keep her eyes on her trainer.

“You did well, Alexis,” Master John said, bestowing on her one of his rare smiles. “The circumstance was difficult, yet you held your ground. I’m pleased.”

His praise was like a soothing balm. Alexis smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Thank me properly,” he replied, pointing to his boot.

Embarrassed she’d forgotten this bit of protocol, Alexis knelt quickly forward, pressing her lips to the dusty toe of his leather boot. “Thank you, Sir,” she said again.

“You may rise,” he said imperiously after a moment. As Alexis stood, she saw the others were also getting to their feet. Master Clarence and Rachelle were still by the tree, talking softly.

Master John glanced at his watch and turned to Master Paul. “Are you free right now?”

Master Paul, who had also stood, nodded. “Yeah. Tiffany’s new Master arrived at lunch. He asked if he could keep her for the afternoon, so I’ve got nothing but time. What can I do for you?”

“I want to check on Wendy,” Master John replied. “She’s resting in the cabin today. Could you take Alexis back to the dungeons? If you were interested, I could use some help with her training exercise this afternoon.”

Master Paul glanced at Alexis, his expression difficult to read. Turning back to Master John, he replied, “Sure. It would be my pleasure.”

C
hapter 9

When James Bradley arrived earlier than planned during lunch and asked for the afternoon alone with Tiffany, Paul thought he’d spend time in his room catching up on emails and doing some research for his upcoming vacation.

Instead, aware that some of the staff were having a picnic by the old barn, and aware that John, and more specifically Alexis, would be among them, he decided to take a walk around the grounds. And he just happened to find himself heading toward the picnic spot.

He had come upon a delicious predicament bondage scene, drinking in the sight of two lovely women tied between two trees, a double-headed dildo between them, clamp chains swaying as they danced and squirmed at each swishing strike of the cane. When he’d realized one of them was Alexis, his cock sprang to attention, and he had to keep his distance for a while until he got control of himself.

It was at that moment he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He was smitten with a trainee! This was something he’d managed to avoid so far during his tenure at The Compound. Sure, he’d developed an intense connection during the training period with each submissive—that kind of connection was inevitable when you were involved in such an intimate process.

And yes, some of the women he’d trained were seriously hot. But even when he’d been sexually attracted to his charges, he’d managed to keep his feelings pretty well in check. The connection, in the end, was really more of a physical reaction than an emotional one—a welding of his hardwiring as a Dom to their hardwiring as a sub. And, as jaded as it must sound to someone on the outside, submissive naked slave girls were a dime a dozen at The Compound. You got used to them, if such a thing was possible.

So what was it about Alexis that got his cock hard every time he saw her? It wasn’t just her physical beauty. There was more to it.

Some of the sentences in her essay had lodged themselves into his memory, fitting themselves like a missing puzzle piece into a groove in his soul.
I have spent a lifetime building a wall around my true submissive nature, brick, by brick, by brick. And now, when I have finally found the courage to face my need and embrace my longing, I find I don’t have the tools.

He felt a kindred affinity with her words, and by extension, with her. For hadn't he done the same thing, in a way? Not that he’d denied his dominant impulses, but he’d never truly given of himself, not in the way he envisioned in the kind of D/s relationship he longed for.

He knew how to give a sub the tools to submit with grace and honesty. He knew how to use a whip and a cane, how to spark submissive desire and how to harness and control it. But when it came to himself, to a true
exchange
of power rather than just his taking it from another, he’d always held himself back. Even with Jessica, who he’d thought for a while was “the one”, he’d never fully given himself to her, and on some level they both had known this. He’d never given his heart.

It was, he realized, a matter of trust. How ironic that the very thing he demanded of his trainees was something he himself was unable to give. Could it be he’d just never found the right person?

He knew he was infatuated with Alexis, but also knew infatuation was a far cry from love. He would have to get to know her better to see if there was even a potential for that kind of connection. And for that, he would have to wait. The trainees were off limits, and with good reason. He understood and respected Miriam’s strict policy of not fraternizing with the trainees during their training period. But once the training was over…

Down boy,
he told himself. Alexis had only been at The Compound for a short time. And she was signed up for a whole month. That meant he needed to keep his professional distance from her until then. At least he knew from her profile that she wasn’t involved in a relationship at present. That gave him a shot. He would have to be patient and bide his time. And hope his interest in her was returned.