The Compound (9 page)

Alexis was riveted to the display, fascinated and awed in the face of Wendy’s composure as Master John flicked the tail over and over, leaving a trail of angry red welts in its wake, while Wendy masturbated herself with the wand.

Finally he said, “Come for me, Wendy.”

Within seconds the girl shuddered, her mouth falling open, her eyes wide and fixed on his face as she trembled in orgasm. All the while Master John continued to lash her breasts with the snapping single tail whip. Alexis’s own cunt was throbbing as she watched the pair, both of whom ignored her completely.

When Wendy had stilled, Master John stepped back and pointed to his boots. Wendy flicked off the vibrator and set it down carefully beside her. Bending down, she kissed the tops of Master John’s boots, while murmuring, “Thank you,
Sir. Thank you. Thank you,” with such ardent intensity Alexis could tell she really meant it.

Reaching for her, Master John pulled Wendy up and then wrapped her in his arms, kissing her first on the forehead and then on the lips, leaving no doubt whatsoever in
Alexis’s mind that these two were lovers. Watching them, she felt a painful tugging in her heart, as if someone had wrapped their fist around it.

Finally, with Wendy again kneeling on her mat, Master John turned to Alexis, all the tenderness that had been in his face a moment before replaced by the unblinking, cold expression with which she was more familiar. “Let’s see if you learned anything.”

As he had done with Wendy, he called out the various positions, and Alexis did her best to assume them. Standing over her, he corrected her far more often than he had Wendy, and when he was finally satisfied, Alexis was sweating, every muscle screaming.

Master John returned to his chair and sat like a king on his throne. “I want you to select a cane from the rack. Place it in between your teeth and then assume position three.”

Her heart pounding, Alexis turned to the rack and reached for one of the shorter-handled canes. Placing it between her teeth like a dog holding a bone, she glanced yet again at the positions poster, and moved from the mat to her hands and knees.

“Position four.
To me.” Master John pointed to the ground in front of him. Alexis crawled toward him, trying to keep her back arched as she moved, her breasts swaying, the cane clenched in her teeth.

“Position
6B. Lie so your feet are in front of me.”

Alexis’s
eyes slid to Wendy, who was kneeling at-ease beside Master John, eyes downcast, her face calm and serene. Recalling yesterday’s lesson about anticipation, Alexis tried to keep the nervous butterflies fluttering in her gut at bay.

She lay on the hard floor in front of Master John and bent her knees, drawing them upward,
her feet flat on the ground. She ran her tongue over the smooth rattan of the cane still clenched between her teeth as she reached forward to spread her labia.

“Legs wider,” Master John said. “And lift your ass just a little. Yes. That’s better.” While Alexis held herself in this somewhat uncomfortable and very vulnerable position, Master John continued, “I am going to teach you to associate pleasure with pain until the two hold no separate distinction for you. While you are under my care, you will never orgasm without experiencing erotic pain at the same time. Our goal is eventually to train you to such a degree that you can come just from the pain alone.”

Master John stood and moved to Alexis. Crouching beside her, he took the cane from between her lips. “Wendy is going to lick your cunt while I cane your breasts. You will not move. You will not cry out. You
will not
come, unless or until I give you explicit permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,
Sir,” Alexis said, her voice breathless in her ears. She jerked slightly at the first soft, wet touch of Wendy’s tongue between the folds of her sex. At the same time, Master John began to tap with the cane against her breasts. As Wendy licked in a swirl around Alexis’s rising clit, the taps turned to stinging strokes on the tops of her breasts.

When he moved the cane the undersides of her breasts, he hit her harder, making Alexis gasp in pain. “Silence,” Master John admonished. He hit her harder. Alexis bit her lower lip and breathed hard through flared nostrils, trying to focus on the pleasure at her pussy instead of the stinging pain on her breasts.

Wendy’s tongue moved with practiced ease, passing like butterfly wings over her clit, licking along the inner folds and sliding down to tease the entrance. Without realizing what she was doing, Alexis found herself arching her hips toward Wendy’s sensual touch.

“I said don’t move!” Master John’s words were punctuated by the crashing impact of the cane against her right nipple.

Alexis screamed.

“Silence!”
The left nipple received the same fiery attention. All the while, the slave at Alexis’s cunt never missed a beat, licking and suckling as Alexis struggled to be still and silent. Tears slid down the sides of her face and into her hair. Her heart was thudding in her ears. Her fingers were slipping on her wet outer labia as she struggled to maintain her position and hold herself open.

The cane sliced against her breasts, every fifth stroke or so landing across her nipple.
Try as she might, Alexis couldn’t remain silent or still. Though her lips were pressed together in an effort to stay quiet, she could hear her own steady whimpering in her ears, and could feel the trembling in her body as the girl between her legs licked her relentlessly toward an orgasm she knew she wasn’t going to be able to control.

Wendy did it. You can do it, too
, she tried to tell herself, but she didn’t really believe it. Yet she was certain what she’d witnessed had been real. Somehow, Wendy was able not only to come on command, but to do so while being lashed with a single tail. But Wendy was clearly a highly trained sex slave, while Alexis was only just starting out. Surely Master John couldn’t hold her to the same standards. It wasn’t fair!

Sam’s words suddenly moved through her mind:
You’ll get there. Give yourself time. And have faith. Faith in your trainer and faith in yourself.

She tried. She really did, and for a while she was able to resist the onslaught of sensation engulfing her from all sides. Bit by bit, though, she felt herself losing the battle. Her breasts felt as if they’d been stung by a thousand angry bees, while at the same time an orgasm was building inside her, rising like a wave that she knew was going to crash at any second.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come. Ah! Fuck! That hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Don’t come, it hurts, oh fuck, oh god, oh shit. Ooooooooooooooooh….

Despite her fervent desire and best efforts to obey Master John’s commands,
Alexis’s body began to convulse in a powerful orgasm, and a low guttural moan wrenched itself from her lips. All the while, the cane crashed down on Alexis’s tender, flayed breasts while Wendy’s warm wet tongue continued to move over her shuddering, spasming sex.

Finally unable to tolerate another ounce of stimulation, neither the pleasure nor the pain, Alexis fell out of position and curled in on herself, her hands flying to protect her aching breasts, her knees pulling up in a fetal position against her body. Dimly, she was aware of Master John speaking over the roar of her blood in her ears. She felt his hands gripping her beneath her arms and hauling her into an upright position.

Wendy was again kneeling on her mat, her face calm and serene, eyes downcast. Crouching in front of Alexis, Master John took her face in his hands and peered unblinkingly into her eyes. “Did you obey me, Alexis?”

Alexis tried to look away in her shame, but he held her fast. “Don’t look away,” he said sternly. “Answer the question.”

“No, Sir. I tried to but—”

He slapped her face. “No excuses. You answer the question asked. You don’t offer discussion unless it’s invited.”

Her cheek stinging, Alexis felt tears flooding her eyes and she blinked them back. Master John let her go and stood. “It’s clear we have a lot of work to do.” He glanced at his watch. Then he pointed to a corner of the room. “Position nine.
Move
.”

Dazed, Alexis forced herself to her feet. She felt dizzy and disoriented as she walked toward the corner. Master John followed her. “You are to be punished. Tell me why.”

“Because I came without permission, Sir.” It was on the tip of her tongue again to offer excuses, to explain that there was no way she could have helped it, but she swallowed back the words, aware they would not be well received.

“Correct. And what else?”

“I wasn’t still or silent, Sir.” Again she wanted to explain there was no way to be quiet and still when someone was slicing into your breasts with a cane while a beautiful woman was kneeling between your legs, her head buried in your cunt. But Alexis just pressed her lips together and kept her hands at her sides, resisting the urge to stroke her tender, welted breasts.

“That’s right,” Master John
agreed, his tone grim. “You have very little control over your body and your reactions. I will work hard with you to teach you some control. Meanwhile, you will accept your punishment. Hands behind your back, nose against the wall.”

Blinking back tears of humiliation, Alexis assumed the position. She heard him moving behind her, and a moment later felt Velcro cuffs being secured around her wrists and clipped together. Moving to stand beside her, Master John reached into his pocket and pulled out a penny. “You will hold this in place with your nose against the wall. If, when I return from breakfast, I find the coin on the floor, you will be beaten.”

When he returns from breakfast? What about me? I’m hungry! I need coffee!

Alexis bit the inside of her cheek in her effort not to voice her protests. She leaned her head back while Master John held the penny against the wall, and then leaned forward, pressing against it with her nose. At least he hadn't told her to stand on her toes.
So see
, she told herself,
it could have been worse
.

Yeah, it could have been worse, but not by much. She had been awkward and graceless while trying to do the positions, she had squirmed and whimpered during the
caning, and she had come without permission. Now she wasn’t going to get breakfast. She would be left alone, nose against the wall, wrists cuffed behind her back.

She heard the two of them softly murmuring behind her, and then the quiet click of a door closing. The penny was hard against her nose, and her tender nipples brushed against the wall. She clenched and unclenched her fists beneath the cuffs and shifted restlessly from foot to foot, her stomach rumbling.

Finally she stilled, closing her eyes with a sigh. The morning had only just begun, and already she’d fucked things up. She was a billion years away from Wendy’s level of training and grace. Was a month really enough to get her there? Did she have what it took in terms of endurance and the ability to control her body’s reactions? Did she even want to be like Wendy? Completely controlled and mastered by another?

She thought of Wendy’s utter grace as she moved. She thought of the way she’d kept her eyes open and on her Master’s face while he whipped her, the vibrator whirring away at her cunt. She thought of the peaceful and serene look on her face. Then she thought of the look of pure love that had passed between the two of them.

Yes
, she thought fervently.
I do want that. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

Then the penny slipped, landing with a clink and rolling across the polished wooden floor.

Chapter 6

Alexis steeled herself as she heard the door opening behind her. She’d tried to retrieve the fallen penny, kneeling down and attempting to pick it up with her teeth. She’d actually gotten it into her mouth, but the transfer from mouth to nose proved to be impossible without the use of her hands. Giving up, she let the penny fall and remained in punishment position, nose to the wall, hoping that, at least, counted for something.

She heard
the clomp of Master John’s boots as he crossed the room. She didn’t move. She saw him out of the corner of her eye as he bent down and picked up the penny. She felt him releasing the Velcro cuffs from her wrists and then his hand closed around the back of her neck. She shut her eyes, waiting for his reprimand.

“You may stand down. Punishment is over.”

She jerked her head in his direction, blurting, “But the penny. I—“

He put two fingers to her lips, silencing her. “You will thank me properly for the punishment.” He pointed to his boot.

Alexis dropped immediately to the ground, feeling weak with relief at the unexpected reprieve. She kissed the top of his boot. “Thank you, Sir,” she said.

Master John stepped back. “I brought you some breakfast. Then it’s time for the morning dungeon session.”

Alexis started to thank him again, but remembered in time to keep quiet. She saw he’d set a tray down beside one of the yoga mats. On it was a mug of coffee and a plate containing scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. It smelled heavenly, and Alexis realized she was starving.

“Go on,” he said. “You may feed yourself. You have three minutes.”

Alexis moved quickly toward the mat and sat, not sure what position to assume. She glanced toward Master John for direction, but he gave none, so she knelt and then leaned a little to one side, reaching eagerly for the mug. She took a deep swallow of the strong, hot coffee and then tucked into the eggs. She felt a little self-conscious being watched by the unblinking, inscrutable Master John, and tried not to wolf down her food.