She had come prepared to play, prepared to be under His hand and whatever tools He chose to use on her. As so often happens, things weren't going to go according to plan. The other girl with them went first, being placed in a cage to start off the night. He had her tease the girl for a bit until word could spread that others could come have a bit of fun if they liked. She could feel her sadistic tendencies rising to the surface, enjoying the whimpers, moans and yelps of the other girl as she sunk her nails hard in to the girl's skin, tracing lines around her breasts. When finally someone else wanted a turn, He took the end of the leash He had tucked in to her corset and they wandered off. Though she had just been starting to get in to what she was doing, relief washed over her. She was glad for a few moments alone with Him, even if they were talking with other couples. The other girl was safely occupied on the other side of the dungeon space, and that was what mattered.
As the evening progressed, eventually the other girl was brought out of the cage and given a few minutes to rest. Now she would certainly get her chance, and she was right, though not in the way she thought. The other girl was bound tightly to a particularly evil piece of furniture, a spinning cross of sorts called a fetish ferris wheel. His toys were laid out, the other girl helpless and blindfolded, waiting for whatever was to happen next. The leash was removed. It was then that the shock came. He turned to her and said,
"Do you want me to warm her up for you?"
Her eyes went wide, her brain struggling to process what He had just said. She had topped before, but it had been years. Sure, she had recently dug out her favorite evil little friend, a black leather flogger with four thin tails that came to a point at the tips, just to practice. That didn't mean she was ready for this. She knew His skill, His reputation. Even before she had become His, she had seen Him play. She had been on the receiving end as well. And she was absolutely terrified of letting Him down. She struggled to find the words to answer Him, but all she could do was shrug. He picked up one of His matched sets of floggers, found the beat of the music that filled the space and set to work. She stood and watched, waiting for her heartbeat to return to a normal pace, mind racing, trying to come to terms with what she now knew was coming.
For her, He could have kept going much longer. She still wasn't entirely ready when He stopped and motioned for her to have at it. She glanced at her little black flogger and decided against it for the time being, still too terrified to use any kind of toy in front of Him. She stepped towards the bound girl, hoping that the shaking of her legs wasn't obvious to everyone watching her, most of all Him, and began by using something that had never failed her - her nails. With the edge of the nail on her index finger, she pressed in to the girls back and began to drag it slowly across on the diagonal. It left a thin white line in it's wake. Another one parallel, then the other direction. The object of her work cried out and a small, evil smile crept on to her face. Somewhere in her subconscious, she knew she was taking out her own frustrations at not being the one going first for the second party in a row. She could feel her mentality changing.
She stopped contact and the bound girl wiggled in anticipation. Without warning - because what fun would that be - she brought her hand down on the girl's left cheek, almost full force. A pause, then the right got the same treatment. Her target yelped. She gave an evil little giggle. The girl had said she wanted pain, and that was exactly what she was going to get. Perhaps more than bargained for. One swat after another, picking up speed, with each the dominant side of her personality becoming more and more in control. Cognitive dissonance began to build in her mind, unbeknownst to her at the time. She was so focused on what she was doing that she didn't even notice the constant connection she had to Him slipping away. Though she was still somewhat afraid of using toys in front of Him, when her hand finally began to hurt, she gave in and picked up her flogger, cursing whoever had put together the music play list under her breath as she struggled to find the beat.
Eventually, she got in to the swing of things, even becoming brave enough to use one or two of His toys when he offered. From time to time they would switch places and He would take over for a little while. It was nice to see things from that side, as she enjoyed watching Him work. Given her own mentality at the time, she was seeing it in a completely different light than before. Each time she found it a little easier to find her pace and when the scene finally needed to come to an end, she couldn't help but be a little sad. The other girl was unbound and brought down to sit on a chair with a bottle of water with Him making sure everything was alright while she cleaned off the recently vacated piece of furniture. All of that taken care of, the other girl dressed and recovering, He picked up the leash and sat, motioning for her to come and kneel before Him.
It felt awkward, not natural as it had earlier in the evening. She began to shake a little as fear set in again, the realization hitting that she didn't feel that connection she had grown to love, didn't feel her place. She could barely look at anything but the floor, afraid of what she would see if she looked up at Him."Look at me, pet." His words made her heart skip a beat. She looked up at Him from under her eyelashes, forcing herself not to look down again.
"You did very well tonight, pet. I'm proud of you." She felt her posture straighten involuntarily, a smile playing on her lips.
He replaced the leash, the cold metal feeling almost foreign on her skin. Then His hand was around her neck. The look on his face changed, the tone of His voice becoming deeper, more stern.
"Who do you belong to?"
"Y..you, Master." She stuttered, desperately wanting to look away.
"Yes, pet." His grip on her throat increased. "Who do you serve?"
"You, Master." The words came more easily this time.
"Yes, you do. What are you?"
She could feel that familiar tingle coursing through her, stronger than ever as the connection began to return.
"Your slave. Your whore. Your property."
"Yes, pet, that is correct." He released His hold on her neck, stroking her hair for a brief moment before commanding her to place her arms behind her back and gently pushing her head to the floor between His feet. The connection returned full force and her heart soared. She could feel Him again, feel her place. Even when He removed His hand from her head, she had no desire to raise it. Kneeling there before Him, forehead pressed to the cold concrete floor, she felt perfectly at peace. Perfectly, completely His. The rest of the world ceased to exist, nothing else mattered in that moment. He could sense this and let her remain there a while before nudging her with His foot to sit up. She grinned up at Him.
"Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome, pet." He opened his arms and instantly she was in them, and everything was right with the world.
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