“Lie down on the floor,” he said, his breath washing against her ear and down her neck. “And close your eyes. Do not open them until I tell you.” As she started to lay down, he grabbed her by the hair again. “Do it properly. Back up. Now, lower yourself slowly to both knees at an even speed. Next, shift over to your hip while bracing yourself with your arm. Now, stick your legs directly out in front of you. With those abs, you should be able to curl down to the floor in a slow and controlled movement.”
This was the most complicated “lying down” that Shamira could imagine. He was right though. Curling down to the ground was easy. Years of pilates finally paying off. Then she closed her eyes. It wasn’t long until she felt her feet being pushed apart, and each ankle was secured with some kind of leather cuff or strap. All she knew for sure was that they had to be attached to something, because she couldn’t move either of her legs more than an inch, leaving her trapped with her lower body in a v-shape. Then her wrists were cuffed, but they were linked close together.
The sound of chains being drawn echoed through the small room, and then the hum of a motor took over. She felt her legs being lifted up, and was now convinced that there was some kind of bar between them that the cuffs were attached to. The bar kept being lifted up and up to the air, with the rest of her body following suit. Finally she was completely off the ground and she felt her arms being pulled towards the ground. They were anchored somehow to the floor. She was hanging naked upside down with her legs spread, and all she wanted was to be able to —
“Open your eyes,” he told her. Sure enough, her view was inverted, but not bad. Shane had taken off his shirt, and his smooth and toned chest made her mouth water just a little bit. In his left hand was a long paddled made of some very dark wood and lined with rubber. He leaned in and showed it to her.
“I will teach you things here today,” he whispered, sliding the tip of his toy along her chin. “I will show you how proper discipline is meted out. A true master will break no skin and no bones. The only thing that will break is your sweat.” He stood up, pulled the paddle back as if her were back-handing a tennis racket, then lay a solid *smack* against her exposed backside.
Shamira gasped. The paddle was heavier than she’d imagined, and it had lit a fire under her skin that tingled uncontrollably. It was pain, but . . . but it was a sweet pain. It was like deja vu; she recognized that slight burning thought she had never experienced it before except possibly in her dreams.
Shane was more pleased than he could say. Her compliance, her magnificent body so eager for his touch, but mostly for her eyes. Her eyes had lit up like fireworks when he had laid wood to that perfect ass. “Here,” he told her, “words like ‘whore’ and ‘deviant’ and ‘submissive’ have no negative connotations.” He slapped her hard again on the ass, then rested his hand between her spread legs and dipped a single finger into her already moist sex. Oh, she was excited all right.
“Every sensation you tried to forget due to the fools you knew before, every dark desire you abandoned because you were afraid to embrace it, all of these will be revisited. By me, by the other doms,” he continued, swatting her again. He heard her whimper, but not complain. “We will remind you,” he almost crooned, squeezing her clit gently and plunging a finger into her depth while wiggling it, “one stroke at a time.” *Smack* She had a large clit, so he flicked it again. “You will ask for permission before orgasm. Nay, you will beg for permission.” He thrust two finger into her pussy, stroking her insides gently. He pulled those fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. “Taste yourself,” her ordered.
Shamira’s head was spinning, but she did as she was asked. Vampires didn’t have a problem hanging upside down; she was just really aroused. She sucked on his fingers, trying to be seductive but mostly just thirsty. He removed his finger and flicked her clit again, racking her with a brief sharp pain and a deep seated ecstasy.
*Smack* went the paddle again. The taut skin of her ass was alight with sensation. Again, he fingered her ravenous sex, and she could feel her body trying to grip at him. He withdrew again, this time grabbing her inner labia and pulling on them one at a time until she gasped. Then he held them at that point for just a moment or two before letting them snap back.
“Your body truly is a wonder,” he said. “Almost as if you were waiting for this moment.” He slapped the side of one breast, rubber causing her tit to sting wildly. He heard her gasp louder this time. “What was that?” he asked properly, giving the other breast a matching stripe. He used his free hand to grip her nipple, eliciting more pleasurable moaning sounds. “So ripe,” he said, slapping both breasts several times in succession. He could see her pussy lips swollen and so very, very ready, but he had much to do before he satisfied that particular craving.
He walked around her, slapping her flesh with hand and board. He was so incredibly hard in his trousers that he felt he was almost ready to achieve some personal release, but he had things to show her first.
Shamira’s entire skin, that magnificent sensory organ, was tingling in a searing, confusing, and incredibly arousing pain. She couldn’t see him for the time being, as he was standing behind her. She felt his fingers exploring her pussy again, then she felt one creep into her asshole. She had never had anything up there before, and it scared her a little.
“Relax,” he ordered, bringing the paddle down sharply on the meat of her upper thigh. “What? I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes –” She paused. Was the right word “master”?
She felt a sting on her other thigh. “Yes ‘Sir’,” he corrected her. She definitely heard the capital “S” on that one. “Yes Sir.” The proving of her asshole began again, and she tried to relax. It took several more harsh slaps before he was satisfied. He put the paddle down on the ground where she could see it, then vanished again.
“I think I’d like some mood lighting,” he said off-handedly.
Suddenly, she felt something being inserted into her pussy. It was slim and felt . . . odd. Her vagina wasn’t exactly meant for find discrimination. Neither was her asshole, which also found itself violated by one of the strange object. She heard a *flick* *flick* and then —
‘Oh my God,’ she thought. ‘Candles. I’ve got candles in my . . . oh God!’ Her whole body twitched when, after several moments, the first bit of hot wax dripped down onto her already tortured skin. It burned and it stung and it was incredible! She was distracted by the feeling by the reappearance of Shane in front of her. He slowly unzipped his fly and worked his rigid seven inches out the opening. It was then when she realized that her face was just below his hip level.
“Now, you need to learn the difference between having your face fucked and performing fellatio. First face-fucking, if you’ll pardon the alliteration. You do nothing except open your mouth, and I will take care of the rest.” He slapped her lightly on the cheek. He never hit hard in the face. Even he drew the line somewhere. “Open.”
She did as commanded, and he promptly thrust his cock into her mouth. He had to bend at the knees just a bit to do it, but soon her tonsils were getting pummeled by that gorgeous piece of manhood. She hadn’t ever been able to deep throat, and honestly had little experience with oral sex in general. But not being able to breathe had its advantages. Shane forced his way past her gag reflex and pleasured himself with her mouth and throat. He was being none too gentle, and she was swaying as much as her chains allowed while he had his way with her.
“Now,” he said, pulling out, you will practice your standard blow-job. “Use your lips and your tongue to help achieve release.”
It was hard as hell for her to concentrate, considering she was upside down with hot wax dripping on some very sensitive areas while trying to do something well that shed never been good at. But she wanted to learn so badly. He pushed his cock into her mouth more slowly, and she closed her lips and let her tongue drag along his length as he slid in and out of her mouth. He grabbed her by the back of the head and upped his tempo, making her work harder. She gagged, but she didn’t give up, taking as much of him as she could every time. Several times, she felt his neatly trimmed pubes brushing up against her nose.
Shane pulled out, stroked his dick a couple of times, and shot an enormous load onto Shamira’s face and mouth. Without even thinking about it, she licked some of his seed from her lips while the rest dripped down over her eyes and forehead. It didn’t taste like much, but it was warm and slightly . . . salty? Whatever it tasted like, she wanted more.
“Little whore,” he said approvingly. “I saw that. You liked that, didn’t you? As well you should. Normally I hate to see sperm go to waste, so get used to the idea of swallowing.” He knew he could recuperate soon, but he wanted to find some things out first. He pulled up a chair. “Let’s talk about those nasty fantasies I know you have. I got a sense of them when I brought you over, but I want to hear you say them out loud. I want it so that you hear your own depravity in your own words.”
“Sir –”
He smacked her on the breast, making her gasp in (pleasure)pain. “You will do as I tell you. Wait just a moment.” He got up, went to the wall, and hit a button that slowly lowered her down until she was able to rest with her back on the ground. She thought maybe she was getting a timeout or something. She thought wrong. He unhooked her wrists from the floor and attached them to the same bar that her ankles were secured to, effectively bending her in half. Then he hit the up-button until she was hanging about three feet off the ground.