Chapter 6

Michael let out a breath. "All right, then." Fingers pinched her swollen nipples before he bent to lick each one with his tongue. "Magnificent. I always loved your breasts, and dreamed of seeing them so swollen from clamps like these that they looked like over ripe berries." When he bit each one gently Shannon couldn't keep herself from crying out. "But there is pleasure in the pain, isn't there, sugar."

His eyes when he looked at her were dark with passion.

"Well, Shannon? Answer me. Do you enjoy the pain? Does it give you a rush?"

She nodded once. "Y-Yes, Master."

"He took the wine glass from her and set it aside, held both of her hands and leaned closer. "Shannon, I want to be your master. I want you to feel comfortable with the things I want to do to you. With you. I want to teach you how great the pleasure in submission can be. The fact that you're here, that you've done everything I've told you to, makes me believe this will work. Am I right?"

"Yes." The word was barely a whisper.

He was right. She'd done it all-shaving her cunt, masturbating and describing it to him, all the orders she'd followed tonight. She was suddenly acutely aware of the clamps on her nipples and the pain that was more pleasure than anything else. And she realized something else. She loved Mike, and she wasn't afraid of him. She wanted to share this with him. She was so glad it was him and not some stranger.

"Then let us begin. Stand up," he ordered, rising himself.

Shannon stood facing him.

"Take off the coat and stand with your legs apart, shoulder width. You will always stand that way when we are in our roles, understood?

"Yes, Master. " She knew the lingo very well from the web sites, but she was surprised at how easily she said it.

She unfastened the wide buckle, opened the coat and tossed it to the chair. Mike reached into his pants pocket and suddenly the butterfly began doing its dance. Her legs shook as the vibrations raced through her clit into her pussy. She knew her inner thighs were already wet with her moisture and she was sure they were getting wetter now. She bit her lip, trying not to topple over from the sensations.

Mike pulled his hand out of his pocket and showed her the little cell phone he was holding. "Did this make your ride more exciting?"

"Ohmigod," she gasped. "Exciting isn't the word for it. How did you do that?"

He grinned. "Blu tooth technology. The butterfly has a tiny chip embedded in it. When I press the speed dial for it, the butterfly automatically begins to flutter on your sweet little clit." He cupped her chin and tilted it toward him. "I'm giving the orders now, sweet Shannon. Do you understand that? Are you ready for this?"

This was it. She'd finally discovered what she wanted in a relationship. Mike had been smart enough to realize she had to find it out for herself. Now he was offering it to her. Time to make up her mind. In or out. Forward or...nowhere.

Shannon swallowed and nodded her head.

"I need to hear you say the words," Mike said.

She knew what he needed her to say. The web sites had been very explicit. "Y-Yes, Master."

"Good. Here's your first command. From now on when we go out, you'll wear this. I want to be able to stimulate your clit no matter where we are. You will not give anything away and you will not come, understood?"

"Yes." She wet her lips. "Understood."

"Before we go any further, I want you to pick a safe word. You know what that it. They explained it on the web site you looked at."

Shannon knew that in any good Dom/sub relationship a safe word was necessary. The sub had to know he or she was always protected, that their welfare was important to their Master.

"Sunflower." Now why did she blurt that out, of all words?

A tiny grin tilted one corner of Mike's lips. "Sunflower it is." Then the grin was gone. "But you were very naughty to conceal what you did from me, sugar. Not to talk to me about it. I believe that deserves some punishment, don't you?"

"Y-Yes, Master." A tiny shiver raced over her body.

"I'm going to sit down. Come and place yourself across my knees in the appropriate position."

He sat in a straight chair across from the one she'd been sitting in and motioned for her to move. Shannon arranged herself across his lap, her ass tilted in the air.

"Hands behind your back, fingers locked. And don't move them."

His voice was deeper now than usual, rough with the edge of lust. Shannon could feel the thickness of his cock pressing into her side through the fabric of his pants.

As soon as he was satisfied with her position, a hand caressed her buttocks, gliding gently over the round globes.

"You have a gorgeous ass, sugar. I don't think I told you enough." Fingers trailed into the cleft, the tip of one pausing at the tight muscle of her anus. "I'm going to take you here, Shannon. I would have done it long ago if you'd given me any indication you weren't afraid of it. But rest assured, I'm going to fuck this ass until you scream with pleasure. Until you beg for my cock again and again."

Without warning he lifted his hand and a stinging slap landed on one cheek of her ass. Shannon bit her lip and swallowed a yelp. She clenched her fingers together tighter where her hands rested at the small of her back. Heat spread from the point of contact, a not unpleasant feeling. Then a slap landed on the other cheek, and soon Mike was raining slaps on her, warming the flesh, the sensations spreading down to her pussy and her thighs.

The spanking stopped as suddenly as it started, and a finger traced the line through the cleft down to her pussy.

"Wet." Mike's voice was rich with satisfaction. "Dripping, in fact. Good, That's what I want. Let's add a little something to it."

The butterfly began to buzz lightly on her clit and the spankings resumed. Shannon was assaulted by sensations from every direction. Her clit throbbed, the walls of her cunt fluttered with expectancy and streaks of heat jolted to every part of her body. She felt tears running down her cheeks, shocked to realize they were tears of pleasure because the effect on her body was so intense.

Mike's arm moved and in a moment soft linen caressed her cheeks, wiping away the dampness. "I hope these are good tears."

"Yes, Master." She managed to get the words out even though her pulses were racing like a runaway car and her heart was thudding in her chest.

"Good. Very good." His palm drifted over the globes of her ass. "You took your punishment with more enjoyment that I could have hoped for. I can hardly wait to use the flogger on the smooth skin."

Shannon heard an indrawn breath, and the outline of his cock pressing against the side of her thigh grew larger.