After beginner's night IV - Sex Stories

After beginner's night IV

... "I'm not a sadist, Emily, and hurting you won't please me, but it's necessary if we will move forward as dom and sub. This will certainly happen other times, and some others I will just need to discipline you, so I can ensure my dominance over you as well as your submissiveness to me. Maybe this doesn't make much sense to you right now, but I assure you it will, in a very near future." She kept silent for a while assimilating his speech. “We don’t have to do this today.” He repeated. “I know that you are still a bit shaken.” “Never heard that you have to ride the horse just after it throws you off?” she asked ironic. “Do you feel that need?” he asked, sitting next to her on the couch. “I’m not sure how I feel right now or what I need or even what I want!” she spurted out again. “But to keep waiting for it, will be terribly worse!” “Ok!” he said, resting his hands on his thighs. “Do you want to eat something first?” “No, I’m so nervous I would probably throw up.” “Very well then!” “Are we going back to the club?” she asked, when she saw him getting up. “No, there is no need for that! I have my own dungeon here in the house, a little simpler that the one on the club, but it’s enough for me.” He informed with an almost smug smile on his face. “Oh!” she exclaimed surprised. “Something like a red room?” she asked. He growled at the mention of the hideous book, but nodded. “But I had it long before anyone knew what a red room was!” he said. She smiled at his reaction but did no ...

... other comment. “Come, let me show you!” he said, handing her one hand. He took her through the corridors of the house and down stairs to a basement. He stopped in front of a wooden door that he unlocked with a heavy key he took from his pocket. He stepped aside to let her in. She took a deep breath and entered the room. Simple? That was a poor description for the room. It had wooden floors, velvet panels in a beautiful terracotta colour, and you could see several cabinets all over the room and all kinds of special devices. She recognized a St. Andrew’s cross, a saw horse, a couple of racks, a few benches and several hooks and devices for suspension. The cabinets showed an amazing collection of whips, paddles, canes, belts, crops, plugs, dildos, floggers, all you could think of. “Do you use all this…?” she asked a bit astonished with all she could see. “Yes, and I ask friends over a lot; I usually have a fortnightly party here for a few friends.” He answered understanding more than she had said. “Wow!” she walked around the room a bit more and returned next to him, near the door. “Are you still up to this?” he asked in that dead serious tone of voice she could easily recognize. She took a deep breath and nodded, staring at her feet. “I need the words from you, pet!” he ordered, raising her chin with a finger. “Yes, Sir, I want this!” she said, eyes locked on his, as she felt as millions of butterflies in her belly stirred up. “Very well then. I want you to get undressed, leave ...