A Masters Rise

Kayla walked up to him with a disapproving glare. She reached toward the shirt he was wearing.

'You can't go in like that.' she said

Nathan looked down as his cheeks reddened.

'Oh, don't worry my dear. Nothing wrong with the outfit. It just doesn't scream the 'I'm in control' vibe we're looking for. No, this reeks of some arrogant playboy, trying much too hard to impress the ladies. Our little friend in the back would smell that a mile away. Here, try this for size.'

Kayla disappeared behind the desk and pulled out a pair of black trousers, a black shirt, and a matching red tie with a waistcoat ensemble.

'Quickly, before our slut grows drier than a drought in Africa.'

Nathan took the clothes off of her, then looked for a place to change.

'Come now, my pet. Don't be shy. We need to be comfortable with our flesh around each other.'

Without warning Kayla dropped her leather trousers to the floor revealing irresistible fishnet stockings that hugged her skin so tight, it made small diamond imprints on her legs.

'Stop staring, and get changed already.' Kayla teased.

Nathan shook his head.

'Yes, Mistress.'

He practically threw off the tight suit, relieved to be free from its torture. However, in the corner of his eye, Nathan noticed Kayla looking at him with a smirk.

'A little excited are we?' She said, as her eyes traced down to his boxers. Shit. He had a raging erection. And why wouldn't he? Kayla's legs, the thought of the petite blonde in the next room waiting to be dominated. It had all been so arousing. Yet, for a split second, Nathan had forgotten the side effects of sexual excitement in a man.

Instinctively he tossed the clothes down on the floor and covered up his crotch. Kayla let out a giggle.

'Come now. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Especially one as gifted as you. I'd be more worried if you weren't hard.'

Nathan froze. Gifted? As far as Nathan was concerned his cock was average at best. It certainly was the first time anyone had called it gifted.

'Have some confidence about you Nathan. Take responsibility for what turns you on. How else are you going to have mastery of others, if you haven't got mastery over yourself.'

'How are you so wise?' Nathan asked.

'Since you flatter me, I'll let it slide this time.'

'Shit. Sorry, Mistress.'

The words brought a smile to Kayla's face.

'Don't you worry about me for now. All will be revealed in time. Now, you need to focus on the matter at hand. Get dressed and come in when you are ready.'

Kayla's heels clacked on the floor, as she made her way over to the wall behind her desk. She pressed a button behind a small curtain to the left of her and suddenly, part of the wall retreated inwards with a harsh creaking sound. The glow of candlelight flooded through the opening.

'I'll see you in there.' Kayla said, then continued onwards. Nathan couldn't help but admire the curves of her semi-naked body. His cock twitched harder still. He looked down and smiled.

'Take responsibility' He muttered before rushing to get the clothes Kayla had given him on.

The corridor flowed in a straight line, then veered off to the right. The air was musky, and in the distance, the muffled chirping sound of two female voices could be heard. Footstep by footstep he was getting closer to his debauched destiny. One more step...then he saw it.

The corridor led to the first real sex playroom he had ever seen. A room made from a myriad of wood, metal, and red fabric. Hanging on the wall to the right, was an impressive array of whips, chains, ropes, and hooks. For somewhere that had such a small shop front, the dungeon was surprisingly big.

His eyes turned to the right as he entered the room, and before him, lay the girl who was all but a fantasy, until now. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy one-piece set of lingerie, accompanied by a pair of solid red stockings. A sight that would make any man drool. She was on her knees in front of Kayla, tied with her hands behind her back. Kayla caught sight of him and said.

'Ah, my pet. We heard your heavy feet from miles away. I could see our little slut getting wetter with every step you took.'

Kayla moved behind her slave, pressing her breasts into her back, as she simultaneously placed her hand on her throat. It constricted tighter and tighter like a snake, and the more she squeezed, the more that her victim's head tilted back, revealing an expression of pure delight.

'Are you going to be a good slave today? My little slut.'

Kayla released her vice-grip.

'Yes Mistress.' she obeyed, then continued to swallow.

'Come here, my pet.' Kayla gestured to Nathan. He obliged, but as he got close, Kayla slapped him on the inner thigh. Hard enough for it to serve as a reminder.

'Ow.. I mean, yes, Mistress.' Her face smiled as she nodded at him.

'Now, I am going to tie up our toy, and you are going to show me that knot I instructed you to learn.'

Nathan tried to visualize how to do it in his head, but he was too nervous. All he could think of was what Kayla was going to do to him for forgetting.

Kayla yanked the slave up by her arm, manhandling her to her feet. Then, just as abruptly as she pulled, she dynamically changed to a sensual embrace, trickling her hands down from her neck, over her breasts, then stopping on either side of her hips.

'Who does this sexy body belong to?'

'You, Mistress.'

Kayla let out a seductive throat laugh.

'Not just me today. You see...'

Kayla moved her over to one of the pillars, undid her previous bindings, then wrapped her arms around to the other side.

'...Today is a very special day.' Kayla began rebinding her slave.

'Today, my little slut, you have the privilege of helping me train my new apprentice. How does that make you feel?'

Her hazel eyes turned toward Nathan. He could feel them weighing his worth. The air grew tense as the silence drew out. Nathan waited desperately for her approval. Showing that she truly held the power here, no matter how much she was restrained.

'Excited, Mistress.' She finally exclaimed.

'Mistress?' She asked.

'Speak, my slave.'

'He seems very nervous.'

'As to be expected for anyone's first time.'

'First time?' She objected. 'But...'

Kayla shot her slave a glare, bringing silence back to the room.

'Do you desire for this scene to end?' Kayla said, breaking character. Her tone was empathetic and caring.

'No, no Mistress. It is fine. You did say your apprentice would be joining us today. I just had hoped for someone, well, a little more experienced. If I am to hear one more so-called Dom ask me, 'is this ok?' while they sheepishly spank my arse... I mean, just stop stalling and spank me already.'

They both laughed, looking into each other's eyes as they shared a moment of friendship, even if it was at Nathan's expense.

'Save your feedback for aftercare, my dear. Where it will be gratefully received.' Kayla said.

'Yes, Mistress.' In almost an instant the sassy blonde girl dropped back into sub-space. Kayla turned towards Nathan.

'I have done the hard bit, now it is your turn. Come secure her wrists with a square knot.'

Nathan slowly walked over, his face winced more and more the closer he got. She would know, he was sure of it. He grabbed the two ends of rope before him and stared at them. Up until he met Kayla, the only thing he had tied was his shoelaces.

'Well?' She pressured.

Nathan grabbed the two ends and proceeded to move them. He had to do something whilst his brain rebooted. The first part was easy. It was nothing he hadn't done on a daily basis. Over, under, through. He hesitated and looked blankly in front of him. Kayla Forced a cough. Nathan looked over at her and awkwardly smiled.

Then it came to him, it would seem five times was just enough. Right over left then through. He yanked hard as pride swelled in his chest.

'Good, though you really need to stop making such a big deal out of it. This is such a basic knot, one that you should be able to do with your eyes closed.'

Kayla left a big silence, letting her words sink in. She looked at him sternly, as if to say, I know.

'Don't worry though, whilst we are resting in aftercare, you shall be practicing that knot 50 more times.'

Nathan's heart sank a little but was relieved that was all he received. After all, it could have been much worse.

'Anyway, enough of this. Shall we begin?' Kayla smiled as she patted a black riding crop in her left hand.

'Watch and learn my pet.'

Kayla stroked the flat surface of the crop down from the top of her slave's back. From the tips of her shoulder blade to the top of her tiny, perked butt. She arched her back, presenting luscious cheeks to her mistress.

She began to moan at the gentle touch of Kayla's whip. She moved past the peak of her peach and moved down towards the back of her thighs, tapping on the bare skin between her stockings and one-piece lingerie. Each tap getting harder and harder until it evolved into one big thwack. The slave screamed.

'What do we say?' Kayla asked.

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'That's it slut. You will thank me for what I give you.'

Kayla repeated the movement on her other thigh, as her slave let out another chorus of screams.

Satisfied with her work, Kayla moved to the wall and collected a pair of safety sheers, then returned to her canvas. She touched the cold steel to her artwork's neck. The touch caused goosebumps to shoot down her spine. She placed the blades under the fabric of the lingerie, then began to cut down towards the floor, revealing the soft skin of her slave. Kayla ensured that the blades of the scissors touched as many nerves on her back as possible. She stopped half way. Holstered the scissors, then violently tore the rest apart, completely exposing the beauty before her.

Nathan couldn't take his eyes off, as his mistress' relentless assault with the crop began again. Each time the whip went down, her screams got louder and louder. Kayla hit with such ruthless precision, you could see the distinct rectangular shape of her weapon imprinted on her reddened skin.

With a smile on her face, Kayla moved her whip over her slave's bare pussy, rubbing it from clit to hole. Though the calm was short-lived before the tapping of the storm started up again. Nathan couldn't believe it. It was one thing watching it on a video, but something else entirely different when witnessing it with his own eyes. He was scared for her.

'Deep breath.' Kayla hummed. Her slave did as she was commanded. Kayla drew the whip up, and with a jerk, sent it flying downwards. Though what should have been a slap was instead a woosh. She winced at the placebo then erupted in a symphony of moans. The pain was finally rewarded with the pleasure of her mistresses' gloved hands rubbing her sweet pussy.

She moved her fingers in small circles, caressing her clit from side to side. Her slave's body lost itself to the sensation.

'Mmmm, your pussy is so wet.'

She placed her fingers at the edge of her glistening cavern as she began to tease them in and out. Her moans crescendoed, as her slave began to rise to her peak. Kayla vibrated her hand up and down, stimulating her g-spot in just the right way.

'Please Mistress, can I cum.' She begged.

'Not yet.' Kayla denied. Her slave squealed. She focused all of her willpower on not orgasming. Resisting the urge to explode her juices all over her hand. Kayla proved a cruel mistress. She plunged her fingers deep inside of her, increasing the speed and intensity of her thrusts.

'Oh god mistress. Please, please please!'

Five more seconds went with a chorus of uncontrolled screams.

'Are you ready?' Kayla finally said.

'Yes, yes, yes!' she pleaded.

'Then cum for me, my slut'

In less time it took for Kayla to command, her slave twitched and convulsed as she let out roars of release.

Kayla walked over to Nathan, her glove drenched in her orgasm.

'Your turn my little pervert.'

She handed the crop over to Nathan. He was washed over with a huge sense of dread. His nightmare replayed in his head as his face began to turn pale. What would everyone think about his dirty little secret? What would they say if they found out what he enjoyed doing sexually? What if he hurt her?

'Remember what she said earlier.' Kayla interrupted. It's like she could see straight into his head.

'Don't go easy on her. She is a masochist and a big one at that. She has consented to all of this, and in fact, gets her kicks from it.'

'But, what if I hurt her?' Nathan asked.

'Pain is not a bad thing. It is just another sensation for us to play with. Don't think about it too much, and just do it. She has her safewords. She will let you know if it is too much.'

He looked at the whip, then at the slave's naked body. God, his heart was beating so fast he could hear it. He raised his hand. Then rested it back at his side. He couldn't breathe. He turned to Kayla.

'I... I... Can...'

Before he could finish, Kayla grabbed his hand and connected the crop to her flesh. Their slave cried out louder than before. Oh god, he'd done it. Her body must have still been sensitive from her fresh orgasm. She turned to face him, with a smile on her face. Kayla took a step back and gestured. Nathan obliged and whipped her again. This time, the sound made Nathan twitch with arousal. With each slap of the whip, he gained a new confidence that he never knew he had.

Then it hit him. At that moment, it was like he understood what BDSM was all about. It wasn't just about causing pain and pleasure, though that was a big part, it was about creating a space where someone felt safe enough to be vulnerable. He wasn't hurting them, he was helping them to fulfill their deepest, darkest, fantasies, and that was something that Nathan wanted to be a part of. He lowered his whip again as it cracked on her left thigh. Her moans of pleasure confirmed his epiphany.

//// Chapter 8 ////

It had been three months since Nathan first visited the emporium at 369 street, and today was a special day; it was the first time he would be having a client all to himself. He would have to put all the knowledge he had gained to good use. They had negotiated, risk assessed and planned out the scene together. Now all he had to do was go and do it.

Even though the scene was almost identical to the first he had done with Kayla all that time ago, a lot had changed. He was not the same person he once was. He walked with pride, his chin up, and his chest high.

Nathan passed the coffee shop and noticed the same thug that had seen him to the pavement the day he met Kayla. He took a deep breath in and then looked him straight in the eye. His gaze was like that of a Roman Emperor. The thug looked away, unable to maintain it, then looked back with his eyebrows turned down. Nathan could see the rage building within him. The thug stomped towards him. So predictable.

'I thought I told you not to come down here?' The Thug exclaimed.

Nathan kept silent and locked his gaze again. A thing he had learned keenly from Kayla. Why use words when a simple glance was all that was required to break their resolve. A skill that he had used many times to break in one of the more bratty subs who had come to visit them. Though at first, she put up much resistance, she was now one of Nathan's favourite clients to work with, but that wasn't the point. This man was a puppy compared to her; there was nothing that he could do to hurt him. Besides, pain was his puppet to command.

'Hey! Are you even listening to me? Fucking say something techno-nerd, or I'll make you eat the pavement again.'

Nathan remained silent and continued to stare.

'Are you finished?' Nathan said, disapproved.

'AM I FINISHED? HA! I've only just fucking begun' The thug grabbed him by his lapels with fury in his eyes. Nathan was the complete contrast. Like a still lake to a raging fire. All the study he had put in learning the pressure points, and where not to hit, he inadvertently had learned exactly how to disarm this abused man.

Nathan measured three fingers in from the thug's elbow then squeezed as hard as he could on his bicep. The man turned to the side and winced, desperately trying to resist. After not being able to hold it much longer, he squealed like a pig being slaughtered.

'Really? Such little resistance? I really thought you would be able to take more than that. How disappointing.'

'Ah, fuck you!'

Nathan gripped tighter.

'May I suggest that you choose your next words, very carefully.'

'Let me go you fucking dick.'

Nathan gripped tighter still and enclosed on his victim. Using his index finger and middle finger, he pushed hard at the join between the thug's armpit and his pectoral muscles, the brachial plexus. The thug fell to his knees, crippled with pain.

'Ahh, please, please, stop!'

Nathan held on one-second longer, emphasizing his point, then let go, bringing relief to the thug's face. Without another word exchanged, Nathan walked onward, leaving the injured Jackel to lick its wounds.

It was funny how things had changed. How the more he embraced the darker sides within him, rather than try to hide them, the more comfort he found in his day to day life. His anxiety was now completely nonexistent. He was contempt with who he was, and as he closed the door behind him at 369 street, he couldn't help but smile to himself at how far he'd come, and gratitude to Kayla, and the freedom she had granted him.

'Late, as usual.' A teasing voice said from behind the desk. Nathan turned and absorbed the gothic beauty before him. She grinned. God, he was so glad that she had given him her number that night. He looked at the new collar on her neck which made him quiver deep inside.

'Aren't we forgetting something, Sarah?'

'Late, as usual, master' She teased.

'Less sass from you, or you'll leave me no choice but to punish you.'

'Be my guest.'

She turned around, lifted her skirt, and presented her bare arse cheeks.

'A special day indeed.' Nathan whispered to himself, as he obliged her with her punishment.