Welcome back to Chapter 26 of my Determined Dominatrix story! (Sorry it’s a day late!) It’s James’ and Mistress’ last time together before he moves, and she’s promised him some marks to take with him on his trip. If you aren’t caught up, you can check out the Recap for Chapters 1-20 or start back at Chapter 1!
~Jayden
Chapter 26:
The room is filled with implements of every imaginable size and shape. Some are soft and can be used sensually. Some are harsh. I have seen many less experienced people’s eyes widen when they see this play space. I love that look. Introducing people to all the possibilities in the realm of impact play is an incredibly powerful feeling. But now it’s just my pet and me. He’s seen all of these toys. I don’t think I’ve used all of them on him. There are literally over a hundred. (Though that would be a fun scene to do with him…) But for the moment, I am prioritizing leaving marks for his strip tomorrow.
I choke back the tears that threaten to fall again and move to one of the many baskets of toys. I select a piece of rolled-up leather. It’s sort of like a dragon’s tail but truncated. It won’t leave marks, but it will be a great warm-up. I stand behind James and run the leather across his ass.
“Are you ready, pet?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“What do you want, pet?”
“I want you to mark me, Mistress.”
“Why, pet?” I know we’ve gone over all of this before, but it’s sexy to hear him saying it right as I’m about to beat him.
“I want to have marks when I leave, Mistress.”
I know that his heart must be pounding with excitement. Mine is. “How many marks, pet?”
“As many as you want, Mistress. Make my whole ass black and blue.” He whimpers at the thought, and I can feel my pussy getting wet with arousal. I love to hear him whimper. The whole time we’re talking, I keep caressing his ass and lower back with the leather thumper. He knows what it is. It’s one of my favorite implements. It makes a good sound. The sensation heightens the anticipation.
I pull back and lay the first hit on the right side. He groans. Another follows. Another. Each hit is met with a groan or a whimper. I love it. I can’t wait for more. Then I switch to the left side. He is starting to squirm a little, which is good. He hasn’t sunk deeply into sub-space yet, but he will. Once he does, he moves less. Right now, he’s still too hyped up to be totally still. “Pet,” I admonish. “Stay still.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, but he struggles with it.
I do see that he’s moving a lot less, though.
After a while, I switch back to the other side and then alternate. When I’m satisfied that he’s warmed up, he’s barely moaning or whimpering when I hit him. It’s time for something more.
I set the thumper aside and select a dragon tail. The end of it will certainly leave marks. I have to be more careful with this implement, and I need him to stay still, which is why I don’t like to start with it. I crack the dragon tail like a whip in the air, and he flinches but doesn’t move. “Good boy,” I praise, “You know you need to stay still when I hit you with this.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and I can see his muscles tensing.
The first strike lands across his ass with perfect placement of the sharp tip. He moans loudly but doesn’t move. A red welt rises up immediately where I hit him. I know it’s a sharp pain, and I know he loves it. I switch sides and land another one in the same place on the other side. I can’t go as quickly with this one as I do with some other implements, but the red welts are so sexy. It’s worth taking my time.
He’s whimpering and crying so much, though. My heart goes out to him, but seeing him in this much pain turns me on. I want to inflict more. And I know that he loves it.
“How are you doing, pet?” I ask when I set the dragon tail aside.
“Good, Mistress.”
“I’m not hurting you too much, am I, pet?” I croon.
“No, Mistress.”
“Good,” I say. “These welts aren’t going to stick around long. I want some good deep bruises for you to take with you.”
“Please, Mistress?” he whispers.
“Are you embarrassed to ask for bruises, pet?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Good,” I say. “Then ask louder.”
“Please, Mistress,” he says louder. Very obedient boy.
“Please what, pet?”
“Please bruise my ass, Mistress. I want to be so black and blue I can’t sit for a week.”
“Only a week?” I tease.
“As long as you want, Mistress. Please!” He’s sounding desperate now. Just how I like him.
J R Vincente 