Blake Lively – Part 2: Education / Exploration / Insufficiency

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Blake Lively – Part 2: Education / Exploration / Insufficiency

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Blake tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, eventually getting up and heading downstairs so as not to disturb her husband, Ryan. Her mind had been on what had happened, and what she’d agreed to, all afternoon since leaving Dan.

She’d never stepped out on her husband before, or any previous man in her life come to that. She’d always been a good girl, a faithful and somewhat obedient partner and now all of a sudden it had all changed and she’d become the opposite in an instant. A little boredom around her sex life, the feeling it had got a little stale and predictable, failing to excite her as it used to and suddenly she’d jumped into this.

And she knew she had; Blake knew she had simply been captured by Dan when she met him, attracted by the danger and illicit excitement his world offered her, something completely new and different to tempt her from her boring marriage. And she was ashamed at herself at how easily she’d let herself fall into it; it wasn’t Dan’s fault, he was doing his thing and she was hardly surprised but still quite flattered that he’d actively wanted to pursue and introduce her to things. But the choice had been entirely hers and laid out in excruciating detail before her, in that contract she’d signed after hours reading and fingering herself over it. She knew exactly the gravity of what it bound her into, and she’d signed it anyway.

The decision was hers and she had to live with that. Which she did, she was looking forward so much to Dan introducing her to the deeper world of BDSM that may offer her such sexual satisfaction and enjoyment, as well as peace and calm like she’d not experienced before if she found herself, as he assured her was possible. But it didn’t stop her feeling immensely guilty about what she’d done and now she was yet another cheating Hollywood wife, yet another slutty actress that had her head turned by a guy on set. And it was always that way, rarely another actor or the director, it was always some cameraman or stunt co-ordinator, or in this case a subject matter expert.

Blake let all these conflicting thoughts tumble through her mind as she paced around her kitchen at four in the morning, bare feet quietly padding across the tiles as she tried to put everything together. She thought relentlessly but somehow could never quite find a way to reconcile it all in her head; she certainly couldn’t justify her actions and kept reminding herself of how she’d feel if her husband did the same thing to her. Those thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind constantly though by how much fun she’d had and how thrilled she was for what would come next. Her probably, as she thought of everything he’d promised to explore with her, how he would test her limits and introduce her to new things.

It only made her hand stray over the front of the stripy panties she had on, below the thin white T-shirt that covered the rest of her body. It was warm in their house and she didn’t need much more, her big size nines bare on the cool floor as her mind started to run with the idea of what he might do to her. It wasn’t with her, it was to her, using and training her as his sexual plaything, Blake submitting perfectly the way he wanted her, the way he’d assured her she couldn’t, being his perfect submissive and fulfilling his every need.

She rubbed roughly up the front of her underwear, over her engorged lips, pressing between them to let the cotton grind over her clit and make her gasp. Her fingers pressed firmer, wanting to really feel it now, a hard, intense sensation to match the stark wants and desires in her mind. She wanted to really get the stimulation, no play or teasing, no light touches, just hard, sharp, eye-opening sensations. Blake leaned against the counter and let herself relax, pushing her hips towards her fingers to drive her touch and maximise the feelings. She wanted pleasure but she also wanted pain now, she wanted to know what it felt like, what it was like to drive herself with more than the obvious.

Blake rubbed herself harder, faster, being more rough with herself as she pressed her fingertips into her most sensitive point. Through the panties all she did was drive more pleasure, more intense than normal, more rapid and uncomfortable yet alluring as she curled her fingers hard against her body with short, strained motions. She gave an exasperated sigh, standing up straight in frustration a little fast so she almost had to steady herself a moment before she pulled both hands to her hips and shoved her colourful panties down her thighs, leaving the elastic to strain above her knees as she exposed herself.

She braced herself on the worktop and immediately shoved her other hand down over her mound, fingers playing through the perfectly kept landing strip of dark hair and down between her lips to glide over her slick clit. Blake shook with a guttural moan, almost a throaty grunt as the pleasure shook her body and made her knees buckle a little, clenching up and dipping in the ecstatic touch. She chastised herself and immediately went quiet, pausing a moment as she checked in case her noises had woken anyone else, relieved to hear the silence continue unabated around her. Free to continue enjoying herself, she started circling her fingertip once more and working around her stiff clit, flicking at the delicate nub beneath her touch.

She only gave herself a few moments to get going again before she focused on what she’d intended and curled her finger to press the nail into her sensitive, nerve-laden nub and just let the sharp edge of it tease around herself. Shivering a little she hesitated, unsure whether to continue as she felt the sudden, very direct sensations, knowing if she pressed harder it would hurt and she was immediately overcome with the natural desire to avoid that. But knowing she’d intended it, fighting back her reticence and taking a breath, she calmed and then coolly dug her fingernail into herself and slowly, powerfully circled her clit as a tremendous shudder of mixed sensations crashed through her.

It hurt, the pain shooting through her in a series of jagged jolts as she stimulated herself, the first time she’d ever been so rough. Sure she’d caught her fingernails before, usually just wincing at worst then carrying on, but this was something completely different and the adrenaline squeezed through her followed by a hot flush that usually came after pain. Her knees fluttered, almost weak as she held onto the kitchen counter and paused, letting the sensations tumble through her as she experienced her first moment of pain from her most intimate and usually pleasure-driven spot.

Blake continued and rolled her finger back to play the softer, more forgiving pad of her digit over her clit and circled it again, quickly building up the pace and getting herself off easily in much the way she always did. The pain intrigued her however; yes it had hurt, had been a lot, too much in fact but it also made her pussy wet and the thought of doing it again tempted her. She worked her finger busily and contemplated it, unable to resist after a few more moments and deciding to just integrate it, to do it quickly as part of her accelerating ministrations. With a roll of her fingertip she swiftly dragged her nail around herself a couple of times before she relented and relaxed again with a deep, shuddering shake as she quelled the guttural, struggling sounds from her throat with a bite of her lip as she sagged at the counter.

It again was so much, too much, her body prickling with heat like she’d been struck, feeling the sting even as her vagina contracted and clenched hard at nothing, feeling a rush of juices and letting her fingers push down a moment to feel just how wet she was. It turned her on so much and made her realise that maybe the BDSM training was exactly what she needed, that maybe it really could satisfy her in a way she’d never known or experienced. She would find out and all she knew right then was that she was so horny she’d burst if she didn’t finish herself off and so attacked herself with even more vigour.

Her wrist was tight, hand pressed into herself intently as her fingers danced, two working now at her clit as she strummed and teased herself with a pace that ascended to her maximum quickly. Her breath was coming in short, hard rasps and she was leaning hard against the worktop, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as she chased the peak, knowing it was there to be climbed as she fairly jammed her fingers into her body. With a few more seconds she hit the right notes and felt the unmistakeable sensations of her orgasm, knowing she couldn’t stop it then as she worked as hard as she could to welcome it.

With a final few probes of her fingers it erupted from her soul with a power she wasn’t expecting, popping her eyes wide as she gave a strained, gurgled choke, the intensity hitting as the wave of pleasure crashed over her body.

“Fuck…” she struggled, trying to keep silent as her fingers continued to accentuate things, her knees shaking as her body contorted with pleasure. Her thighs squeezed together, tightening her hand and pressing it into herself as she shook, trembles becoming more defined, sharper, harder thrusts of her pelvis into her hand to increase the pleasure as it felt too much, taking the last possible moments of it as she dropped her head and gave several short, hard gasps of ecstasy towards the floor before she was done, suddenly sensitive and pulling her fingers back, just letting her body throb with the abating moment as it passed and faded.

She opened her eyes and gasped heavily for oxygen as her vision faltered a little, seeing spots and figuring it best to sit down. Her knees were already shaky and she let her jelly legs slip out from underneath her as she sank onto the cool floor, turning her back to the counter and leaning into the cupboards heavily, panties still tangled around her thighs.

Blake just sat contemplating things for a couple of minutes, enjoying the aftermath of the powerful orgasm and letting her breathing recover, taking in her surrounding again and checking nobody had woken up to come down and discover her. She looked at the clock and saw it reading almost quarter to five now, the sun starting to break the darkness outside as she glanced to the window, knowing she had to get herself back to bed. She was sure she’d sleep better after this however as she stood up and pulled her panties up to conceal herself once more, making sure she’d left nothing out of place in the kitchen.

She stepped quietly back up the stairs on her toes, careful not to let her big feet make too much noise as she headed for her bedroom and slid in once more. She stifled a yawn and snuggled down carefully, not wanting to wake her husband as she settled in once more and closed her eyes. Tiredness washed over her now and she didn’t hesitate in falling back to sleep, her mind and body sated at last and allowing her to drift easily into sleep.

Peace was shattered by her alarm going off seemingly moments after she closed her eyes, jolting her harshly from the sleep that had eluded her. She looked around blearily and focused on the clock, muttering an expletive as she realised it was time to get up already and she felt utterly exhausted. A few hours was all she’d managed and now she was going to pay for it, feeling so heavy as she pushed the covers back and rolled over to look at the ceiling, light pattering through the curtains and across the vast expanse above her.

Her husband, Ryan, had left earlier and she hadn’t even stirred as he’d quietly got up and left her to sleep. Blake was thankful for that but the alarm clock wasn’t so courteous and had shaken her awake to face the day and what was to come – her first day in training. That thought squeezed her chest, stilling her heart a moment before it rushed in a flurry of rapid beats as she pondered it a moment, knowing it was a step into the unknown, into new experience, into the hands of someone she had to place complete trust and faith in as he opened her eyes to a new world.

She hauled herself from the bed and stumbled downstairs, getting the coffee maker on as she rubbed at her eyes, wishing she could go back to bed. Blake wondered how she was going to face him like this, knowing he’d probably seen all sorts of girls in his time but she didn’t want to be the one he remembered or namelessly recited a story about, the glamorous one who turned up looking like hell. No, she would not be that girl.

The coffee maker seemed to take far too long and she put another one on even as the first one was finishing, needing the strong caffeine kick. She’d make the coffee strong and dark, wanting everything it could offer as she added extra sugar to make it perk her up. It wasn’t the ideal way to do it but right now she just needed to stimulate herself as she headed for the bathroom to prepare. The cascade of hot water was welcome and she gasped in sheer sensation as it splashed down over her body, jets and droplets hitting her, splashing off her smooth skin as the steam rose around her.

She soaped her beautiful feminine figure and ran her hands over every inch of herself, thoroughly scrubbing herself down to exfoliate her skin and bring it alive, wanting to be the perfect Hollywood superstar for him that day, knowing that, to her knowledge, he’d never had anyone as high profile as herself before. It seemed silly but she wanted to present an image, a prize, something for him to lust for, not just another project or girl getting into BDSM and seeking his tuition. Shutting off the shower, she pushed her hair back and slicked the water down from her body before opening the glass screen and stepping out to grab a crisp towel.

She didn’t wrap herself in it, not pampering or preening herself as she thrust it into her long hair and rubbed it through with long, deliberate shoves of her hands. Not being too rough or vigorous with it, she fairly stroked it through her locks as she worked the fabric into every strand she could reach so it could absorb the water from her. With that taken care of and sufficiently dry that it wouldn’t drip everywhere, she turned the towel to the dry side and wrapped her hair up then grabbed another towel and blotted her face, taking a breath before she briskly rubbed herself down, wasting no time and leaving no patch untouched as she worked it over her body, down her arms, over her hips and ass before continuing down her legs quickly.

Blake pulled the towel around herself and rubbed her back down before flipping it around herself and tucking it under her arms, covering her ample C-cups nicely and stepping back out of the bathroom, grabbing her coffee as she did. She drained the remains of it on the way back to the bedroom, knowing her other cup must already be ready downstairs as she stood it aside and got back into her slippers. She got down to the kitchen again to retrieve the second coffee, already feeling much more awake and invigorated as she took a sip of it, the shower having done wonders to get her going.

She headed back to the bedroom and dried herself off properly, soaking up the remaining moisture before casting the towel aside and standing naked in the sun-warmed room, letting the final dampness dry from her lovely body. Blake pondered over what underwear she should wear for him, wanting something sexy, not overdone but hot and tempting for him. As the question ticked over in the back of her mind, she slipped into a robe and sat down at the dressing table to do her make-up, looking in the mirror with a groan.

She looked as bad as she felt, tired and nowhere near her best, big dark circles under her eyes and nowhere near the movie star she wanted to portray. Now that red carpet look was all show, it was all bullshit for the camera, for people to print in their magazines and they took literally hours of work and multiple people buzzing around her to make sure her hair was perfect, her make-up and skin were spot on, her dress was fitted exquisitely and hugging the right curves, her tits were pushed up right or her legs looking as toned as they could be. It was all a show, and in real day-to-day she didn’t look that way. But she still looked better than this and was intent on fixing that for Dan. She couldn’t imagine showing up as anything other than her best self for their first proper session together, even if he had told her not to bother dressing up and that it was all work.

Blake got to work and covered her disappointments with foundation, smearing it across her skin and massaging it in to cover the dark circles and unwanted wrinkles. She dried her hair off and spent the next hour going to town with the hairspray, mousse, blush, eyeliner, mascara and a subtle shade of lipstick to create that effortless look, the kind that looked like nothing had been done but actually took twice as long to achieve. With a pout into the mirror, Blake smiled, much happier with how she looked now as she checked everything was in place, her long blonde hair perfectly styled, unflattering features perfectly concealed.

Standing, she turned to her drawers as she considered what underwear to wear. She wanted something sexy, more than everyday, but not something that seemed to try hard or over the top. Blake got the feeling that he appreciated lots of different types of women, but what he appreciated more was those that were comfortable and confident within themselves and that meant she had to wear something that complimented who she was...as silly as that sounded. As she flicked through her drawer, through panties and thongs of all kinds, she realised a tiny G-string and similarly unsupportive bra wouldn’t work as whilst she liked wearing those things, she did it when she felt comfortable and wanted to be a bit trashy.

That wasn’t her mood going into all this and whilst she was sure a thong would be received well, she wanted to keep it a little tamer. She pondered a moment then decided on a black satin thong, beautifully smooth and temptingly tactile, a treat for the fingertips which she paired with a bra to match that sported black satin demi cups and straps a little thinner than they seemingly should be to tantalisingly suggest her bountiful C-cups might break free. Slipping into the sexy yet reserved panties, Blake checked herself out in her full length mirror, nodding to herself at how she looked, the perkiness of her tits and tightness of her body in general, knowing she was a treat even though he’d already enjoyed her the day before and wouldn’t turn her down.

Blake slipped into the bra and clasped it behind her, pushing her tits up a little to settle it before she found the rest of her clothes. Despite the sexy panties and make-up she dressed down and just put on her snug jeans again and a close fitting top that hugged her womanly curves just right, careful not to mess up her hair in the process. The stretchy sand-coloured cotton hugged her perfectly and outlined her bra a little bit, something she kind of liked as she glanced at herself in the mirror again and made sure she was up to scratch. She sat down to pull on her shoes, choosing a pair of soft grey suede ankle boots that she easily stepped into and drew the zippers closed. She stared into her reflection and her eyes specifically, taking a deep breath and focusing her mind, convincing herself she was ready for this.

Blake gathered her stuff and put it into another oversized bag, making sure she had her phone and money as a priority as well as everything else she needed such as touch up make-up and so on. She steeled herself and took a final pause, then headed for the garage and locked up, making sure she secured her home before getting into a subtle, nondescript grey SUV to attract minimal attention – after all she certainly didn’t want the paparazzi following her in hope of a quick story for the papers.  She drove out and was relieved to find nobody waiting outside her house, driving out of her neighbourhood and out towards the freeway with its hellish traffic.

It took longer than she hoped as there was a seemingly never ending stream of traffic and delays. It only added to her nerves as she checked the mirrors for hint of anyone following her. It was going on quarter past ten when she arrived at Dan’s house, flustering her as she knew he’d asked, no, told her to be there by ten and now she was late on the very first day with him. She didn’t know what that meant but he was now her master in far more than a playful sense and she hoped he would be lenient with her. Grabbing her bag, she jumped out of her car and hurried to his door, knocking at it and glancing about to check nobody had followed her there that she somehow hadn’t seen.

After what seemed like an age she caught a shimmer through the glass and he opened the door to her, looking as smart and put together as he had the day before. He stood back and held the door open, offering the hallway for her to enter, which she quickly did without hesitation.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry it was the traffic, the damn freeway was…” she started, lowering her bag and stopping as she looked back to him and his stern expression. One that told her that her excuses were not welcome or relevant.

“I…” she hesitated as he raised his eyebrow, obviously wanting more from her. She was immediately reminded that this wasn’t a game, it was serious and they weren’t just casual people having fun; he owned her now, and she had to act accordingly. Dropping her bag aside on the floor, she turned fully to him, stood up straight and looked him in the eyes before bowing her head submissively.

“I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again.”

“Good. I trust it won’t,” he said coolly, making it clear with his tone that was up to her, and potentially in her best interests, to ensure it didn’t.

“Bring your bag,” he said, reaching out to take her hand. With her first test seemingly passed she was kind of proud of herself, even though she knew it was a mere moment in what was to come. Blake picked it back up and Dan led her to the stairs, taking the beautiful Hollywood star up to his bedroom again, the same place he’d fucked her the previous day and where she’d been introduced to bondage.

“You can put your stuff down up here,” he said as he led her, Blake simply letting herself be pulled along and following him up the stairs, back to the room where he’d given her a very hard fuck and an unexpected facial the afternoon before. Blake stepped into the room and put her bag down on the bed, glancing around, expecting a huge array of hardcore bondage items waiting for her or something. She was kind of surprised but also relieved to find there weren’t, the scene much as it had been the day before, things calm and predictable for her. Blake remembered their talks the day before about how he didn’t want to rush her or expose her to things well beyond her readiness, intent on building things up more steadily so she could handle it.

“Happy?” he asked, wanting to make sure she was ready to go. He’d always found that a happy sub was a more trainable and obedient one, and was intent on this being to both of their pleasures. Tough and intense it may be but it would definitely be enjoyable.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she said, turning to him ready for her first instruction.

“From now on I will be addressed as Sir, or Master,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she said quickly, somehow seeming funny and out of place, not sincere as she had been in the hallway minutes before.

“Take your wedding ring off,” he commanded.

“What?” she said, an upward inflection to her tone in surprise as she looked at him.

“What, sir,” he corrected her, making her look away as he stared her down, “remove your wedding ring.”

“But why?” she asked, quickly adding, “Sir,” to the end of it as she tried to get used to it.

“Because I told you to,” he said simply.

“But...Sir, I want to understand all of this. Can you please explain to me why?” she asked, looking him in the eye and then bowing her head again a little, making sure she wasn’t challenging him or anything suggestive like that. Dan was pleased at her natural reaction to the situation and how she was taking to it, though it was only the start.

“Very well. Since you’re married, it is a reminder of that. As I’ve already expressed to you that doesn’t bother me and I’ve trained and worked with married women before, however it is an expression of your bond outside of this space. You belong to me now, and I want that symbol removed any time you’re working with me. This time is only about you and I, nobody else,” he finished.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, making sure to address him properly after his explanation as she grabbed  for her wedding ring. Him reminding her that she belonged to him sparked her mind though, a grip of anxiety but also excitement quivering her soul as she contemplated it. Her wedding ring was tight, stuck determinedly behind her knuckle and it took her some effort to get it off as she spun and tugged at it, working it over her finger with a concerted pull that finally made it give and slip off into her hand. She shoved it determinedly down into her pocket and tucked it securely away, safe in her tight jeans.

“It’s done,” she said, deciding no further words were necessary.

“Excellent.”

“What would you like me to do, sir?” she asked, filling the pause that seemed to stretch. She felt strange offering herself to him in such a way but knew it was her place to do so.

“Nothing yet. I am going to refer to you generally as Elle. This will be when commanding you or generally speaking to you. There may be other terms I used depending on the situation or circumstance,” Dan said, looking her in the eyes.

“Yes sir.”

“Do you have any problem with that?” he asked.

“No, sir.”

“It’s a genuine question, Blake,” he said, using her name and breaking the tension a little, “I want us to be comfortable and in tune.”

“Sir, I find Elle somewhat...uncomfortable. Maybe that’s the wrong word but I don’t love it,” she replied, trying to find the right words to convey her feelings of it – it just didn’t seem quite right, too close to home.

“What is your concern?” he asked, actually wanting to know what her issues were to try and find something to make her completely at home.

“I just don’t love it and honestly I’d rather we had something a little less...personal? If that makes sense. Make me...I dunno…” she tailed off.

“Yes?” he questioned, simply waiting for her, putting quiet pressure on her to state what she wanted. Blake hesitated and blushed, feeling the heat sting her cheeks as she dropped her head a little.

“Sir,” she mumbled shakily, “I want to be your toy and I don’t need a name, I can be called whatever you want,” she finished. Her eyes flicked to him then down to the floor as he felt a little surge of excitement, loving when a new submissive admitted her desires, even more so when it was as soon as this. She seemed begging to be unlocked and enjoyed, to submit to what she secretly craved.

“Very well,” he smiled, keeping his enjoyment hidden, “how about I just refer to you as Slave?”

“Sir, I find Slave quite agreeable,” she said, wondering why she was speaking so formally to him, somehow sliding into the submissive mindset quite effortlessly. She supposed it wasn’t a high pressure situation so that made it easy to drift and she was just happy to please him as he acceded to her request.

“Slave shall be your name then. Obviously there will be other terms dependent on how you behave, which you will discover as we proceed.”

“What kind of terms?” she said, reacting out of curiosity rather than thinking calmly. He raised his eyebrow to her again and it was somehow enough to make her realise what she was missing.

“Sir,” she corrected, looking down once more.

“Better. You will find out, Blake. It depends entirely on how you act, but I’m sure you’re gonna hear every different one,” he smiled, knowing she would both please him but also break, earning the extremes of his language for her.

“Yes, sir,” she responded, unable to question him any further, realising her place was a student.

“Good, then let’s continue,” he said, stepping closer to her in a motion of such swiftness and subtle power that it made her breath catch.

“Slave,” he addressed her, wanting her to specifically respond to that.

“Yes, sir,” she said, looking into his eyes with her own blues wide open.

“You have a full face of make-up on.”

Blake went to say something but couldn’t, held back by her indecision, unsure his angle on her appearance at that moment.

“I told you I didn’t need you made-up today, no fuss. I just wanted you here by ten and ready to work. You were late, and turned up dolled up like you were going on a date,” he said.

“I…sorry,” she muttered.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his deeper, more authoritative voice coming through again and making her obey as Blake casually turned around for him. He planted a hard, sudden smack on her ass to make her shake and physically lurch forwards, the pain spreading across her ass in a tingle that prickled her skin and made her give a choking gasp of shock at the sensation. She took a step forward and braced herself against the end of the bed for a second as she gathered herself.

“I hope you understand why you earned that,” he said simply, turning away as if nothing happened.

“Yes, sir,” she replied quietly. She hadn’t addressed him properly and now he was punishing her for it. It was a tried and tested method that would make her obey properly, knowing he could and would break her disobedience.

“Good. Now come here,” he said, urging her over to a box he had ready as she turned her head to look at him. Blake stood up properly and stepped over to him, feeling the lasting effects of his hard spank to her, delivered with such precision and power that it just cut straight through her like no spank she’d received before. That said, her previous ones were simply playful, not punishing.

“I got these for you, they’re yours now and you will always be wearing one when you’re with me,” he said, holding the box open to reveal an array of collars. Blake’s eyes played over them, taking in the four collars before her and every texture and detail of them. There was, most obviously, a wide black leather one, perhaps two inches across with “BITCH” embroidered onto it in red stitching, a smooth and slim one made from what looked like deep purple satin or silk for a splash of colour that looked almost delicate, another an inch or so wide with long polished spikes sticking out of it and then another, that looked more subtle yet somehow dangerous, with intent beyond its threatening looks.

“What’s that one, sir?” she asked, pointing to it.

“This is your collar of punishment. You will wear it when you’re being disciplined,” he said, lifting it from the box with care and control to hold it up before her. Blake’s eyes took in every dangerous, threatening and painful detail of it, noting how it was made not only of leather but with a metal band secured inside it and a mechanism that clearly allowed it to be tightened significantly more deliberately than any other collar. And she noted the spikes on the inside of it, adjustable from the outside inwards, small and sharp, short but that was all they’d need to be when it was wrapped around her neck and the implication was clear to her.

“Yes sir, I see,” she replied, taken aback, realising quite how intense this might all get. But she also found it somewhat amusing, unable to just dissolve into the atmosphere and smiling a little, thinking kind of how silly it was for him to order her about and treat her as his pet. It was a fleeting thought but one that made her smile a little, just taking the humour of the moment for a second even as she was quite taken with the selection of collars that were now hers, clearly brand new and waiting for her elegant neck, needing to be broken in just like her. Her break of character and amusement did not go unnoticed however.

“They’re beautiful...sir,” she added, hoping it didn’t sound flippant and conveyed her true appreciation.

“They’re all yours.”

“I can’t wait to try one on,” she confessed, unable to deny that she was quite tempted by the idea and felt that really, with him, she shouldn’t hold back.

“Then let’s put one on you,” he said, holding out a hand towards them.

“Which one would you like to try on?” he said, offering them to her, Blake’s eyes scanning over them again from sleek and sexy to downright dangerous. But she also knew it was a trick question; it most definitely wasn’t up to her as a submissive to call out what her outfit should be – it was her masters.

“Master,” she said, addressing him thusly for the first time, “it is not my decision.”

“Correct,” he smiled, glad she was on the right page.

“I won’t subject you to the punishment collar yet,” he said, trailing his fingers over the reinforced leather with its savage looking, neck-raking spikes. Blake felt relief wash through her, releasing a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding as her shoulders sagged a little as the tension dissipated.

“It’s between two, either the spikes,” he said, running his fingers over the evil looking gothic spikes, their polished stainless steel glinting in the sunlight, “or the bitch collar.”

Blake waited as he paused, assuming it best not to interrupt him as he contemplated what he wanted for her, seeing him choosing and glancing back to her with an analytical eye.

“With the spikes, you might hurt yourself quite honestly with things being so early and we have a lot to get through,” he said, almost as if she wasn’t there, making her seethe a little with anger but also humiliation as he pointed out her shortcomings. They were completely fair, of course, she was a complete newbie to all this, almost a virgin just waiting for him to break her in and she felt the same indignation as one confronted with an experienced person that just held it over them somewhat.

“Whatever you choose for me, sir,” she murmured, reinforcing his dominant position. She just felt she should, even if it still felt alien to her.

“This one,” he said, taking the wide “BITCH” collar from the box and holding it up to her, where she recoiled just a little and looked down at it.

“Do you want me to…” she started, cut off by him.

“Slave,” he addressed her again, using her agreed title, “head up.”

The command was clear, dominant and she was compelled to obey, heart pumping hard in her chest as she steadied her feet and tipped her head back, pushing out her impressive C-cup chest in the process to give him a good look at her womanly shape at the same time. Blake closed her eyes and flicked her head to get her hair out the way as best she could for him as he stepped in to her, tantalisingly near, able to smell the musk of his aftershave as he made contact with her. She shivered and goose pimples prickled all over her as his hands touched her soft skin, a gasp escaping her mouth as she blushed a little, hating that it betrayed how much she felt in this rather intimate moment.

But it was deserved, the first time he ever put a collar on her, a moment for them both to savour ahead of what was coming. He knew what that was but she didn’t and it simply added to the excitement of the moment for her, a smile of pleasure playing across her lips as he pulled the stiff leather around her neck.

“Pull your hair up,” he ordered her, moving around her to stand at her back. Blake did as she was ordered without hesitation, lost to that moment as she raised her mane and stood perfectly still for him to fasten the collar behind her neck, drawing the thick leather into her skin as he pulled the strap through the buckle and cranked it against her, making it pinch just a bit as he yanked tight, harder than she expected to make her voice crackle a little before he set the position and released her, sliding the strap through its restraining loops as she took a breath. Adorned with the collar, Blake reached up to pull at it a little, testing its tightness around her and somehow feeling her constraint. She wondered what he might do with the collar and remembered there was a heavy steel ring attached to the front of it, sewn strongly into it, simply waiting for her mistakes that might necessitate its use.

“Comfortable, Slave?” he asked, stepping past her as she let her hair flop down over her shoulder once more.

“Very, sir,” she replied, in absolute honesty as she felt comfortable and perfectly controlled wearing it. It had clearly been made with care and despite its somewhat stiff quantity that she knew would soften in time, she could feel the quality.

“Good. Now strip,” he ordered calmly, looking her in the eyes.

“What?” she blurted out, unable to process it properly and respond correctly, well with what was correct now given the situation.

“Strip. Take all your clothes off, now.”

“That’s a bit sudden...sir,” she managed, catching herself though she could tell he’d had enough of her missteps now.

“It is not your place to question my orders, Slave,” he said pointedly, saving her more demeaning titles for now, though it would be entirely reasonable to use them given her disobedience.

“No, sir,” she answered quickly as he stepped to the drawers and slid one open.

“Eyes forward,” he commanded, making her quickly correct her focus as Dan slid out of the side of her vision. He grabbed a strong black riding crop from the drawer he’d opened and stepped to her side, out of her view as she breathed rapidly, the sound of her breath all that was cutting the air before it was broken by swift swish and the hard, sharp crack of it connecting with her denim-clad ass. Blake almost jumped out of her skin as she lurched forward and clenched hard, letting out a loud scream and grabbing for her ass instinctively, utterly shocked and shattered by the huge, sharp pain breaking through her.

She’d never been hit with a riding crop before and he’d done it hard, with deliberate intent of course so that she would feel it and understand the nature of what lay in store. Or rather potentially lay in store since he had no intention to abuse or punish her without reason. He intended to punish her to train her, to make her understand what it felt like and why it was used, but he had no desire to unintentionally cause her pain or distress, that wasn’t his bag and he wanted her to enjoy this. All she had to do was behave to avoid the sting of the riding crop.

“Fuck…” she winced, struggling to stand straight again in the wake of it.

“That is not what I expect, Slave,” he said pointedly, grabbing her hip and pulling her back into position as she tried to resist what she knew was coming.

“This isn’t a game, Slave,” he said firmly, his dominant tone coming through again and making her tremble a little as she pushed her ass out and braced herself. The swish and crack of it hitting her ass seemed to happen in slow motion as she waited for it, her firm, round booty flexing and jiggling perfectly under the power of it before the sharp shock spread through her again to make her wince and knees buckle.

“No, sir,” she managed, voice strained, struggling as the pain brought tears to her eyes.

“What do you say?” he asked, pressing the crop to her ass and slowly grinding it across her throbbing figure. She had fleeting moments to decide.

“Thank you, sir,” she blurted out, guessing it was what he wanted to hear. Thankfully her guess was right as he nodded approvingly.

“This is not a game. You are to do as you’re told, when I tell you, without question,” he said calmly, lowering the crop from her much to her relief.

“Yes, sir,” she said through gritted teeth, annoyed at how he treated her, ass still stinging from the riding crop as he stepped away from her and then turned around to stare. He wasn’t just watching, he was staring; Blake could feel it even though her back was turned and knew right then she was just a piece of meat to him, another slave, another fuck toy. Her celebrity meant nothing and that was both exhilarating and unnerving since men were always blinded by her status and treated her accordingly. But not Dan, no he was just surveying her simply as she stood in front of him, purely in the physical as she hesitated and then slowly turned around to face him before looking shyly at the floor.

“Now, strip, like I told you to.”

His directions were clear and judging by the burn still noticeable on her ass he wouldn’t hesitate to punish her and drive his instructions home. Her irritation was overcome by the desire not to feel the crop again, even if her pussy was a bit wetter than it had been prior to that, reaching down to grab the bottom of her sandy coloured top and wasting no time in pulling up to reveal her toned tummy. She never did this and it still rankled at her that she was performing like this at his command, having not been broken yet and failing to remember that he’d told her she would be exactly like this.

Blake decided to be strong and looked up to stare into his piercing green eyes, seeing the slight smile play at his lips as she committed and pulled her top up, arching her back as she peeled it over her head, wrenching it off her long blonde hair and casting it aside, throwing it onto the bed. His eyes flicked down to her gorgeous tits that were pushed up nicely by her black satin demi bra, the straps pulling nicely into her skin as she let him look a moment before pulling her hands across her waistband. With a practiced motion she kicked the suede ankle boots out the way and stepped down a couple of inches onto the carpet, taking her time to make all the motions clear and defined since he evidently wanted to see it.

Her fingers trembled a little as she pulled across and grabbed her jeans, trying to take a steady breath as she pulled firmly and popped the denim open, pulling down the short zipper and wrenching them apart before him. Blake’s hands pulled aside to grab the loose hips and push them down, wiggling her figure provocatively as she shoved them down onto her thighs and past her knees, leaning down to drive them towards her feet where she stepped out of them, deftly kicking them aside with her boots before standing up in just her underwear.

“Very nice,” he commented as he surveyed her tight, toned body wrapped in the sexy black underwear, loving the smooth silky panties she was wearing and the delicate design of her bra. She looked almost too good to unwrap – almost.

“Continue,” he directed. Blake gave a smile and let herself be proud of her body, pleased that he liked what he saw even though she had been sure he would do as she arched her back and pushed her chest out to let him see the delicious C-cups that bounced firmly. She slid her hands down her sides and settled her feet, just taking a second before she flicked her hair back and reached behind her for the skinny bra strap. With an easy flick of her fingers it was released and her lovely breasts dipped, pulled down under their weight as the bra went loose across her before she pulled the straps slowly off her shoulders and shrugged it down to the floor. Dan just took her in slowly, enjoying every womanly curve of her as he let his mind absorb the beautiful sight of Blake Lively naked before him.

He might have seen lots of women naked, including Blake the day before, but he still took the time to appreciate them fully, to try and notice a few unique details that made them different. She looked incredible, so tight and toned, her job helping to keep her in fantastic shape as it was literally part of her appeal and what brought her work. He watched as she steadily stood up in front of him, casually naked in front of him, confident in herself as her hands slid down again so she could hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

“Wait,” he said, Blake looking up swiftly, interrupted.

“Turn around,” he said with a smile, wanting to see her ass and the back of her silky panties. Blake resisted giving a slight roll of her eyes, catching herself with the memory of the riding crop still fresh in her mind and turned around obediently for him. Her booty jiggled nicely as she stepped around and let him get a look at her, arching her back a little to push it out for him as she peeked back over her shoulder to watch him taking her in again. Dan hadn’t told her not to look so he didn’t mind, pleased that she cared what he thought as he took in her gorgeous round ass and the tight thong pulled around her body.

“Bend over.”

The command was clear and she didn’t resist it, simply doing as she was told and spreading her legs a little before using her lovely flexibility to bend over without dipping her knees, easily keeping her strong legs completely straight and her feet flat for him. He watched impressed as she effortlessly performed for him and her sweet pussy bulged between her thighs, Blake dipping beyond horizontal as she arched her back. It was an exercise in obedience more than anything else as he’d already seen her naked and much more, he wanted to test how well she would react to commands still. Very well as it turned out, watching Blake moving and showing off for him, able to tell she was enjoying herself as she displayed her honed body.

“Stand up,” he ordered, “and turn around,” he finished as Blake straightened, turning back to face him.

“Now continue,” he said, enjoying ordering the Hollywood actress around and seeing her inner conflict as she burned somewhat with embarrassment and indignation at him telling her what to do. The command was clear and she wasted no time in proceeding to take her last item of clothing off, pushing her fingers over her hips and beneath the black silk of the thong. Blake was intent now and he didn’t interrupt as she bent down and shoved her panties down her thighs, dropping them past her knees to tumble over her feet, where she stepped out of them and kicked them aside with the rest of her clothes to leave her naked before him.

“Beautiful,” he smiled, nodding approvingly as she stood before him, bare, ready for his next command.

“Thank you, sir,” she smiled, holding her head up as he stepped to her, Blake’s heart beating hard as he calmly approached and then reached out quickly to place his hands on her sides, making her jump just in surprise as much as the shock of him touching her. He just gave her a second to relax and then stroked down her curvy body, over the flare of her hips to her thighs before moving back up, reaching round a bit more to stroke up the sides of her ass before he drew his touch up her sides and squeezed her fantastic breasts that just waited for him. She moaned and shivered as he did, eyes closing as his hand compressed her delicious flesh, stiff nipples pressing into his hands as he pushed them up and together, giving a strained grunt as he groped her just a bit harder than she’d like.

“Turn around,” he commanded. Blake, now Slave, did it without hesitation though she felt naturally inclined to ask why, understanding what he meant by fighting his control over her even though she was gifting it to him. The gorgeous Hollywood actress pivoted before him and stood calmly awaiting his next move, Dan giving a slight delay to make her question things and see what she did. He was pleased as she remained cool and calm, just obediently waiting for her next command and not looking back to him or fidgeting. She gasped a little, trying to quell it as his hand slid easily onto her shoulders and then down her back, taking in her strong, gym-honed body as he stroked her soft skin.

She just listened to the thump of her own heartbeat as his touch tingled down her, fingertips playing softly, taking her in again as his hands slid down to the slender, womanly pinch of her waist once more before sliding down onto her nice round ass. His hands smoothly rubbed over it and then gripped it for a firm squeeze, holding a moment before he released her and then laid a firm spank across her from both sides, making her gasp and her firm ass jiggle beautifully.

“Lovely, you’ve got a great ass,” he smiled, making her smile with silly bashfulness.

“Turn around.”

Blake turned around and he flicked her blonde hair back over her ear, making her look down as she suppressed a smile, feeling very appreciated in that moment even as she’d stripped naked for him to examine. His hands were on her again, pushing over her tummy and down to her silky, neatly waxed pussy which was already getting puffy, her wetness just bubbling away in her arousal. His fingers teased methodically over her, feeling the outline of her tight landing strip of dark hair before trailing back up through it, letting the soft curls tickle at his fingertips.

“Hmm not my personal choice,” he said, turning away from her.

“What?” she blurted out, forgetting herself. Dan turned back to her with a look, raising an eyebrow at her simple disobedience.

“Sir.”

“Your pubic hair, it’s not to my personal taste,” he expanded.

“Sir?” she said questioningly, unsure quite what he wanted her to do in that moment, as if he was suddenly about to present her with a razor and some shaving foam.

“Nothing, Slave. I would simply prefer something else,” he said.

“Sir, what would you like me to do?” she asked, knowing it was easily remedied and something to immediately please him.

“We’ll discuss it later, what matters more now is that you have a full face of make-up on, don’t you?” he said, his tone just slightly accusing, somehow making it more cutting and putting her straight on the spot.

“I...well…” she stammered, caught completely off guard as just moments before he’d been appreciating the beauty of her naked body.

“Step forward,” he commanded, ordering her away from the bed which she duly complied with, stepping up and pulling herself straight as if to attention.

“Slave, do you have a full face of make-up on?” he asked, his question firm, voice stern and intent.

“Yes sir,” she whispered quickly, throat feeling tight, like she was back in school and stood up in front of the class to be berated.

“What did I clearly request of you for this session, just yesterday?” he asked. She hesitated, mind racing, unsure what the right answer was, heart pounding faster in her ears as she struggled for a response.

“I…” she mumbled, unable to commit to any answer. Her normally confident demeanour had evaporated and she was completely lost. Her mind was completely shattered by the riding crop, that she hadn’t noticed him pick up again, connecting hard with her ass, the swish breaking the air with a sound that seemed like it was in slow motion. It only registered with her ears as it connected with her fine ass and rippled the flesh powerfully, making her jiggle and shake in the instant before she let out an ear splitting shriek of pain and clenched hard, the harsh sensation penetrating her flesh as the sting spread through her skin. The actress stepped forward away from it but her knee buckled underneath her, sagging to the floor as she caught herself on her hands.

“Stand,” he ordered after a few seconds, Blake breathing hard, body heaving as she took a moment to recover before pushing herself shakily back to her feet even as her ass still cried out in lingering pain, exacerbated by the movement of her muscles in the process. She flinched as he put the crop onto her ass again, managing to stop herself jumping away from it as he played it over her skin and just tauntingly circled it, the threat clear.

“What did I request of you?” he asked again. She knew one thing; her mind was clear, focused, not lost in the haze it had been before he struck her, even as the stinging red mark burned itself onto her goose pimpled flesh in a sting that felt like an elastic band rolling off her. Her mind was clear, memory sharp and she was able to answer her master.

“Master, you asked me to be here to work, with no fuss about getting made up for you,” she answered, even as she internally scolded herself for failing at the first test.

“Good. I did,” he said.

“But sir, I had to, I didn’t sleep well and I thought you’d want…” she started, stumbling through her reasoning before she was abruptly cut short by another crack of the riding crop across her ass, not as hard, more swift and sharp, more technique than power that delivered less of a blow but made the tip of it clip her with more ferocity for a smaller yet more intense bite. Shocked into silence, she stayed on her feet this time, forcing power to her legs to resist him and stand as his disobedient toy now, knowing she’d displeased him.

“No excuses,” he barked harshly, making her shudder at his immediate step up in intensity and very controlled aggression towards her.

“Never excuses, I don’t want to hear them. You are to follow my orders at all times, without question,” he said, reiterating what she already knew.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“And what time did I tell you to be here this morning?” he asked. Blake closed her eyes and sighed slowly, quietly though she was sure he would notice.

“Ten,” she replied quietly, unable to speak properly.

“Louder,” he ordered.

“Ten!” she said loudly, almost a shout, putting energy into her response.

“Ten, what?!” he shouted immediately, tapping the riding crop firmly against her ass threateningly.

“Ten, Sir!” she replied firmly, voice clear, hoping she sounded submissive as she tried to soften it.

“Correct. And what time were you here?” he asked. Blake knew immediately it was another test, another moment for her to prove her obedience to her new master, to be humble and admit her mistake. As he’d just told her – never excuses. She breathed deeply and pulled herself up straight, chin out;

“Late, sir.”

The crack of the riding crop was instant and intense; She knew it was coming and braced herself for it, foot forward and thighs tensed so she wouldn’t stumble even as it connected with the strongest force so far and made her ass clench tightly at the immense pain. The deep burn across her ass was like a shock wave as it spread and radiated out, making her tingle all over as the thump of the blow rippled deeply into her flesh and made her wince, knees trying to collapse again as she lurched but stayed up, enduring what he deemed necessary for her.

Her breath came out as a strained, rapid grunt, trying to hold back her pain and perform for him. In the back of her mind she was already thinking that despite him hurting her, she had deserved it, eyes squeezed shut as she shook in the aftermath of the hit, heat prickling over her skin as a tear slid from her eye and down the contour of her nose.

“Correct. Late,” he affirmed, stepping away from her trembling form and laying the riding crop down. He turned back to her with a tissue, Blake just about opening her eyes as she still focused on keeping her legs tight, knowing she couldn’t take another hit like that and would throw herself at his mercy and cry her safe word if he were to do it.

“It’s alright, Slave,” he said soothingly, making her blink away the tears that clouded her vision, sticking to her eyelashes before he blotted them carefully. She murmured in relief, loving the gentle way he dabbed her tears, relishing the tender moment as he took care of her. She couldn’t help but let the respite overtake her and the sheer release of the moment tumble out in a couple of satisfied, happy exhales as it was clear he could read her excellently. It shouldn’t have been a surprise given his vast experience but it was still a joy to feel it demonstrated to her.

“Now,” he said, “what I asked for,” as he turned back to her with a make-up wipe in hand, making her eyes widen a second before she forced down a deep breath, slowing her heart.

“Yes, sir, as you wish,” she managed, knowing what he was going to do and stiffening her neck, closing her eyes in readiness. He didn’t say another word and simply stepped to her and got to work with it, quite softly using it over her face as he spread it around to soften her diligently applied make-up. Blake just stood and took it even as she burned with embarrassment, hating that he stripped it away from her, his work seeming so skilful and practiced like he did it all the time. He disposed of his first wipe and grabbed another, going over her and getting into her eyes, wiping away all her mascara and eye shadow, exposing the bags beneath them from her lack of sleep the night before.

She didn’t say a word, not daring to speak for fear of another taste of the riding crop as he stripped away every touch of her foundation, every hint of her lipstick - every hint of her disguise. He worked down her neck to her new thick leather collar, making sure he had stripped every speck of make-up from her as he gave a final wipe over her face and stood back to leave her bare faced in front of him, her natural beauty clear as well as her tired, stressed visage.

“I told you not to come made up,” Dan said.

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, we can continue.”

“Yes, sir. I apologise,” she whispered.

“Your apologies will be measured in punishment, Slave,” he said firmly. The implication was clear, that she would feel the sting of the riding crop, or whatever else, if she displeased him and thus had already apologised to him for this indiscretion.

“Yes, master,” she responded. She didn’t know quite how she slipped into this obedient manner, it just seemed to happen, caught by his charisma and dominance. Even as she tried to fight it she felt compelled to obey, to be his, to make herself his plaything and prove that she could do it.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, a sudden command to action that caught her off guard though she rushed to do it even as she surged. She expected the order to fellate him or perhaps lay down ready to be fucked again as she sank quickly but carefully to her knees, assuming the position he demanded without a word. Dan took a moment, patient and calm, as he produced a black leather leash and leaned down to clip it onto her wide, snugly fitted “BITCH” collar before standing up casually and suddenly giving it a tug. Blake was yanked forwards and almost toppled over, his power strong and intent, testing her as she stopped herself with a hand on the floor, quickly shoving herself back up onto her knees.

“Excellent,” he murmured as he gave a couple more firm tugs at it only to find her resisting, body taut, muscles strong as she held her position.

“Hands and knees, now,” he ordered and without complaint Blake dropped forwards onto her hands, lifting her ass up and setting herself in a solid doggy style position, back arched to push her sweet pussy between her legs. She hated to admit it but she was as wet as anything, practically dripping between her thighs and below the harsh red marks on her ass that seemed to be bleeding into the surrounding flesh.

“Come,” he commanded with a tug of her leash and simply walked towards the door, leaving Blake fumbling as she was pulled by the neck in her hesitation, like a disobedient dog on a walk before she quickly struggled to catch up, crawling after him across the carpet. Dan simply smiled as he watched the Hollywood actress reduced to his toy, submitting and now at his mercy as her evident chagrin was crushed by her desire to please him. He walked out onto the landing as she crawled behind him.

“Heel,” he ordered. The command made her seethe as he treated her like a dog, under his complete ownership as he instructed her to remain behind him and follow, to maintain a clear position beneath him. Even though she knew she’d brought this on herself, actively asked for it and practically begged for it in fact, it stung her ego and made her hate letting him have control of her. Without a word he led her to the stairs and descended, leaving her to figure it out, making her fumble as she almost slid down, the weight on her hands as she dug her nails into his carpet. It wasn’t dignified or sexy, slipping and struggling down the stairs naked behind him as he wasted no time with her struggles.

She made it into the hallway with him and then he proceeded to walk her all around his house, taking her room to room, making her panic momentarily as she thought he intended to take her outside as he played with the handle to his back doors. Instead he led her back in, pulling at her collar as the carpet burned her knees and scuffed her knuckles, leash yanking around as he changed direction, pulling under her chin and swiping her long hair around. Leading her to a door, he stopped and relaxed the leash, looking to her.

“Slave, kneel up,” he instructed. She complied immediately and pushed back up to sit on her heels, looking at the door and then at him inquisitively, waiting for explanation. She didn’t dare ask for it.

“This is what you wanted to see.”

“Sir, I don’t understand,” she said after a pause, surveying the normal looking household door, unable to fathom what it was she had been asking for.

“Slave, welcome to the dungeon,” he smiled, reaching up to twist the handle as her eyes opened wide and her breath caught, heart immediately starting into a flurry of beats as the door swung before her to reveal another staircase. Without any opportunity for her to process it he started down them forcing her to follow, Blake managing these better than she had previously though they hurt far more as they were polished wood, with no carpet to pad her knees, the edges of the wood stinging as she caught them.

Mercifully crawling off the bottom of the staircase, Blake looked around at the space and tried to take it all in, relieved when he leaned down to very deliberately place her leash down on the floor before her.

“Stay,” he commanded, turning away with no doubt that she would, his new Hollywood submissive simply too overwhelmed by it all. The dungeon wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind from seeing too many porn films, horror movies and true crime shows; it was bright and well lit, tidy and hardly the terrifying, oppressive kind of environment she’d expected. The floor was a firm yet yielding rubber matting, black and covering the whole floor. The walls had heavy steel securing rings in them as did the ceiling, along with some winches, steel cables and a large, serious looking bondage bench dominated the centre of the room.

Some drawers and cupboards were at one end that she assumed held his tools of the trade, all the things he would use to train her, along with some further large boxes, barrels and general paraphernalia that would facilitate his sessions with her. Her wide eyes were to be expected but he still liked seeing her like that, overwhelmed, curious but unsure what to make of it all. He let her take it all in before he interrupted her so she had an idea what her dungeon looked like, her new playroom as it would soon become.

“So, Slave, is it what you expected?” he asked, turning back to her.

“I...no, sir,” she said quietly.

“What did you expect to find?” he asked, genuinely curious as to quite what she’d expected. She looked pensive for a moment as she took another look around, contrasting it to her mental image prior to being led down the stairs.

“Well, sir,” she said, addressing him up front, “I expected it would be darker than this and feel more...confined, like claustrophobic. I thought it would be dark and confining, a place to get lost in and stuff. Something far more out of my comfort zone,” she said.

“Understandable. It’s how these things always get depicted,” he replied, stepping back over to her and picking up the leather leash once more.

“I think perhaps that’s part of it with porn, it’s shown that way to create that idea and atmosphere for the viewers since it’s so different to their usual experience.”

“Like me,” she whispered.

“What was that, Slave?” he asked. He didn’t intend to punish her for not addressing him since she seemed lost in some personal thought but it was best to remind her.

“Like me, sir,” she said more pointedly, pulling her head up, “my lack of experience mirrors what you describe.”

“Perhaps it does, but not any longer,” he smiled, as he pulled the leash and walked her across the floor closer to the cupboards she had so curiously assumed the contents of.

“No, sir,” she replied obediently as he pulled her across and then stopped ahead of the cupboards, not so close they were a hindrance but near enough for easy access should he desire.

“Kneel up,” he ordered. Blake did as ordered and pushed up to sit on her heels, flicking her hair back. She watched as he turned to the drawers and slid one open, her heart beating hard as she wondered what he would produce, only for relief to shudder hotly through her as he had a simple hairband in his hand, two actually.

“We need to keep this out the way,” he said casually as he pulled her hair up expertly and flicked it together into a messy ponytail and rolled a hairband over it, before following up with the second. Twisting it up and around tightly to keep her blonde hair firmly back out of the way, he gave it a testing pull then stepped back.

“Good, now,” he said with a smile as he reached down for his trousers. Her heart raced again as she knew it was time to perform, what exactly she wasn’t sure but this was the moment things got started and her body surged as she took in the few seconds of him releasing his clothing to pull out his cock right as it hardened fully before her.

“Give me a blowjob,” he said simply. Blake, as Slave, paused a moment like a deer in the headlights, her eyes wide as she stared at his pulsing cock before giving a glance up to him, no more than a moment before she stirred herself and jerkily moved forward to grab his hips. She forced down the urge that she didn’t know what she was doing, or rather what he wanted since she knew how to suck cock, and with that in mind she decided to just start with that. She grabbed his trousers and pulled them down a bit more as she simultaneously pulled herself forward to him so she was in the right position.

He didn’t interrupt and simply let her show him her skills, much as she had the day before only now in a much more defined manner. Blake wasted no time in teasing and just grabbed his hips, screwed up her hands and closed her mouth over the tip of his cock. He murmured with pleasure as he was enveloped in the hot, velvet sensations of her mouth and felt her tongue push up to meet him as Blake set about taking him into her mouth, pushing down deeper with her second bob. She slid her tongue forwards along the underside of his shaft and sucked harder as she made quick progress.

His hand slid into her hair just to enjoy the obedient motions of her head as much as anything else as she sucked his cock, pulling a firm vacuum on him as her pace picked up quickly and she worked to get into it, a mixture of nerves and desire to please him driving her. Adrenaline flowed through her body as she was ordered to please him, intent on showing him what she had and how good she could be, not wanting to disappoint him or worse face punishment since she had an idea how that would feel.

She murmured in pleasure as she felt his rock hard cock pulse on her tongue, straining in her mouth as she worked her tongue at him, pulling it back to curl and thrust it against his cock. Blake made sure to get it into the most sensitive parts of his manhood to hear him groan, his hand on her head just comfortably guiding her even as he let her work at her own tempo. She worked with pace and power, sucking firmly so her cheeks hollowed as she thrust him across the middle of her tongue and bobbed speedily, wet and warm around his thick prick.

“Get to your limits, Slave,” he instructed her, his fingers just curling a little to play along the side of her head and remind her that he was merely waiting to take charge of her. Right now was her time to prove herself and she felt a cold bolt of adrenaline shoot through her as she immediately shoved down deeper. It was a bit much and she went too far, pushing him into her throat and causing her to hold back a gag, having shoved him too deep in her haste. She recovered tidily however and cracked on, shoving her head down intently and taking him into her throat, not far, but enough to swallow over half his cock and let him feel the soft way down.

He just smiled down as he watched the Hollywood movie star go at it without hesitation, focused solely on sucking his cock as he idly brushed his fingers through her tightly pulled back hair, her blowjob ponytail tied back out the way of her work. He enjoyed her ministrations, pleased that she knew how to suck cock as she rolled her head and put all of her mouth to work, using her tongue as well as the soft insides of her cheeks as she sucked just right at him.

“Use your teeth, if you can,” he challenged her, loving when women expertly used their bite. It was all about using a powerful tool in the most gentle manner, something he loved to see demonstrated, the wielding of something with huge force and intent in the most delicate way. Blake had to admit it wasn’t what she normally did and had never actually had it requested of her, but she was desperate to please him. Caught in that conundrum and not wanting to risk earning further punishment, she decided it best to defer to his judgement. It seemed kind of ridiculous, to ask him what to do when giving a blowjob, but it really appeared the best idea.

“Sir,” she said, immediately addressing him as she pulled back without looking up, “it’s not something I do, but I would love to try for you.”

“Good girl. Try, but be careful,” he said, a double edged clearance that both praised and warned her.

“Yes sir,” she replied and immediately pushed forward to swallow his cock once more, shoving as deep as she could before resuming her rhythm for a few strokes to get back into it, his cock as hard as ever in her mouth. She took a few moments to work at him again and reset the mood as it were, flicking her tongue perfectly at his cock, the touches light and delicate in a change to her intense thrusts of it, sucking more softly and wetly at him as she worked him as deep as she could manage for a moment. Her mind was ticking over, contemplating how she would go about using her teeth and stimulating him without hurting him...unless that was what he was into. She figured she’d let him lead her on that.

Carefully pausing to steady herself and get ready, Blake took a breath that he didn’t interrupt before going for it and gently biting at him, pressing her teeth down into him to feel the thick, rigid shaft. It pulsed in her mouth and she didn’t hear a complaint so pushed on, unsure but figuring he would waste no time in telling her to stop. She was cautious to control her bite pressure, at most giving just the slightest nip that he might wince at but he didn’t and instead just throbbed rock hard for her and let her work as she wanted whilst pulling all the way back to his head. Blake was more careful around his bulbous, sensitive head, letting her teeth just press lightly into the purple flesh of his engorged tip as she slowly worked her bite.

“Sideways,” he commanded, softly yet powerfully, turning her head easily and pushing himself forwards across her lips, making her trail down his shaft to the base once more. Blake ran her tongue over him then bit again, more encouraged now, enthusiasm starting to get her as she was evidently doing what he wanted. Attacking with more energy made her hungrily bite along his cock, all the way to his thick head and back, loving how he bounced and pulsed in pleasure for her to reinforce her ministrations. It was new but fun; she’d always imagined guys wanted her to stay well away with her teeth and it was refreshing to try something new, even if she did worry she’d be compared to other women as she playfully bit and pulled at him, his throbbing cock so exciting as it danced before her.

“That’s it, you’re getting it,” he encouraged, smiling down as the Hollywood star worked to bite and suck at his cock, seemingly freed and willing to try what he wanted in this environment; of course he had no idea if she would have refused had things been different.

“That’s it, bite that cock,” he breathed, loving how she was working up and down him as he slowly thrust it across her lips, giving her the opportunity to bite at every inch of him and apply her movie star teeth to his thick prick. He couldn’t resist pushing it back into her mouth and driving into her cheek to make it bulge, Blake giving a slight sound of protest as he stretched it out before it suddenly popped out of her mouth wetly to make her gasp, frowning at the different experience of it all. She was never treated this way.

“Come on, time to perform,” he said firmly, leaning down to pat her rather hard on the face, a borderline slap that made her wince a little as he stepped around in front of her again. Without a word he shoved himself back into her mouth and drove straight into her throat again, catching her off guard as he pushed just a bit further than what she could take and made her cough as she held back a full scale gag. She pushed him out but he gave her just the merest moment to recover and then shoved in harder, thrusting himself down her throat and guiding his bulging head deeper than ever as it immediately tripped her reflex.

“Come on, Slave, don’t disappoint me,” he said, knowing it would either anger or motivate her, that she would be pissed off by it or driven to take it despite her discomfort. He knew she lacked the ability to deep throat fully from his session with her the previous day and that there was definitely work to do; that was hardly a surprise as few women could swallow cock the way professional porn stars could and it was always something he had to train them into. He just wanted to encourage her along to try and achieve more and push herself from where she was at.

Blake tried and he was pleased to see her regroup and try again, his hand not forcing her onto him and merely letting her be in control, loving that she took a breath and shoved herself forwards again to bury his thick cock head deep in her throat. He saw her heaving and convulsing as she fought her reflexes, pausing and then pushing down another inch so he pushed to a new depth in her before she couldn’t hold it back and pulled back off him with a loud, coughing gag. She gasped as her mouth watered and saliva slipped thickly down her chin, completely lost as his hand tightened in her hair again and he pulled her onto him, driving again now as he shoved himself into her mouth.

She desperately tried to hold everything down and remain calm as he jammed his cock into her throat, wanting to be his perfect cocksucking fuck toy even as her body heaved again and she rejected him, pushing him back onto her tongue. His other hand pushed into her blonde hair, raked back for exactly this reason, his grip dominating as she knew he was taking no refusals now...unless she mumbled her safe word. Desperate not to, Blake held on, hands at his hips and squeezing hard even as she made no effort to push him off her, eyes streaming now as she gagged hard once more at Dan shoving into her throat deeper and harder than she could handle. A few more of those, where he wasted no time giving her a break, and she let out a whimper as her body heaved and she hauled herself back out of his grip to resist.

“Slave, come here,” he commanded, simple, calm but laced with power. Power he now held over her.

“Do you need a break?” he asked.

“No, sir,” she rasped, clearing her throat.

“Ok,” he replied, and stepped away from her, making her wonder where he was going as he seemed to ignore her. It made sense however as she heard the drawers opening and him picking some things up, only to step back to her a second later and crouch down behind her. Without a word her hands were pulled behind her back and he snapped a steel handcuff onto her wrist before pulling them together and securing them quickly, the cold metal binding her intensely in a moment that stole her breath, her senses accelerating as he promptly pulled her into bondage and rendered her helpless. She barely had time to comprehend it and tug at the steel that now confined her as he stood up behind her and pulled something in front of her face.

A moment of potential protest gave him the perfect opportunity and he pulled a ring gag into her mouth as she gave a choke of surprise, almost clipping the polished edge behind her teeth as he got it into place then pulled the wide leather strap behind her head, threading it expertly and drawing it up until it yanked into her tightly and made her squeak sharply as it just got that little bit too painful. It was all so much, so fast and she could barely keep up but she reminded herself that he’d given her the chance for a break and she’d refused, so now she had to just roll with it. She didn’t of course, she was free to mumble her safe word any time to him, but that’s what she told herself as she steeled herself to continue.

“If you can’t say your safe word to me, click your fingers rapidly instead whilst we’re doing this,” he instructed simply as he marvelled at her strapped up. Her eyes were streaming as he stepped in front of her again and grabbed her head, Blake looking to him desperately for a second before she dropped her eyes and focused on her task, willing herself to remain calm and not react as he inevitably shoved his cock into her mouth again. He did just that but it was different now as the ring gag stopped her closing her lips around him, a blowjob like she’d never given before as she bit into the steel ring and flexed her jaw, unable to close on him as he pushed into her throat again and then shoved hard down as he held her head to him once more, leaning over her to accentuate the angle into her.

She gave way to let him deeper, only a couple of inches of him outside her mouth, not that she could see through her streaming eyes and focus on her horrible retching as she gagged messily and coughed him out once more. The respite was momentary however as he shoved back down once more to catch her off guard and sink himself into her again, his cock throbbing it was so hard, loving breaking in girls that refused to tap out, especially when they were a beautiful Hollywood actress.

Blake, his Slave, was practically crying as her tears soaked her face, eyes squeezed shut as she hopelessly tried to fight her body’s natural reaction and gave a slight sob in the aftermath. Dan didn’t care, didn’t feel pity for her as she knew how to stop it. Her safe word was there for a reason and all it would take was a mumbled attempt at it to make him withdraw, that was the deal. But despite her convulsions and the drool dribbling down her chin to the floor, her tears that streaked her now bare face and the noises she made she never said it, so he never stopped. It was clear she intended to endure whatever it was he had for her.

And he had a lot more in store as he stepped it up a gear and grabbed her head to pound her throat as fast and hard as possible. Blake was caught in a perpetual gag amid desperate gasps for air as he slammed into her mouth hard and fast, pumping himself deeply into her throat as her body tried to resist it, even as she didn’t. Her throat ached and she inhaled fast, choking around him as he made her gag, thick saliva like she’d never had was all over him and streaming off her chin to the floor messily. It only gave him more lubrication and finally, with her muscles exhausted and thick drool easing the way, he shoved full depth as her throat gave way in a beautiful sensation for him, stretching over his bulging head before she dropped into him and her nose pressed to his body.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it!” he growled with pleasure, his cock flexing noticeably in her throat as he held her down for a moment before resuming his pace. She tried to fight it and occasionally her gag reflex managed to but now he had broken her, having fucked her face until her tired muscles couldn’t fight any more and just let him break through. With his constant rhythm and pace she struggled but managed to find a bit of calm and refrain from gagging so much, able to hold it down a few seconds at a time as he pumped into her throat. Blake did nothing to fight it and just held on, her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands as Dan pounded away through the ring gag.

He enjoyed it for a few more seconds then relented, dropping back onto his heels and pulling back onto her tongue, immediately slowing to give slow rocks of his cock over her strongest muscle as she sagged under the tension she hadn’t realised she was holding. She had to hold herself up as she drooled uncontrollably, just happy for the break as he slowly and deliberately rocked his sensitive head across the delectably wet sensations of her hot tongue.

“You need to obey, Slave,” he said calmly, watching her breathing deeply, intently, desperate to catch her breath through her exertion and panic, completely overwhelmed by how he was taking her. Only pride stopped her begging for him to stop, mumbling her safeword to him to relieve herself of it, she simply refused to and wanted to show she could stand up to things and be what he wanted her to be. It was what she wanted to be as well since she’d very clearly asked for this and signed her body over on the dotted line, giving him free reign over her, but it was different now it was real.

“You need to listen to me and do as I command. You belong to me now, remember that. There is no Blake now, only Slave.”

She would have responded if she didn’t have her mouth full of cock and instead just tried to take it to heart, to keep in mind that Slave was who she was now, Blake was somebody else in another life. It was practically real anyway since here, in his care, she was Slave and completely isolated from her superstar life as Blake Lively...as she had wanted. With a surprise shove he got full depth in her once more and forced her nose into him before she coughed violently and pushed back off him, Dan deciding she’d had enough as he slipped his thick cock back out of her mouth.

“Lick it,” he ordered, turning her again and pushing over her lips. Blake was exhausted and just did as she was told now, breathing deeply through the ring gag that held her mouth open wide for him, unable to use her teeth as she shoved her tongue out and ran it over his cock, just letting him move her around to work her along his length from balls to tip. She tried to hook her tongue under his tip to stimulate him the best she could in amongst Dan drawing her effortlessly up and down to work her tongue over himself, still rock hard as she gratuitously extended her tired tongue. He was suddenly done with her and grabbed his cock, holding her still as he twisted her head with a painful wrench of her hair and slapped himself on her cheek, his cock bouncing against her as she gasped tiredly before he suddenly released her to sag back on her heels.

“Right, we’re done,” he said promptly.

“What, sir?” she mumbled, voice rasping and struggling through the ring gag.

“Break time, you need it,” he said, putting himself away before stepping to her and releasing it from behind her head.

“No, sir. I’m ok, I can continue,” she offered, knowing in her heart that the break was much welcomed but she hated to be a quitter.

“No, you need a recovery period,” he said, releasing the cuffs and making her sigh as she pulled her arms back around, stretching her stiff shoulders as the restraints trailed off one wrist.

“Ok, sir,” she replied quietly, taking what she was given as she knew she needed it, a chance to get her head clear. She was glad he was giving her time to recover during this period of learning and it only reinforced her confidence in him as a dominant, even though this was her first experience of such a thing.

“Take your time, just let yourself recuperate,” he advised, turning and stepping away from her to grab a towel. She did as he suggested and slid down onto her ass to sit on the cool floor, leaning back on her hands as she stretched her legs out before her with a murmur of relief. Kneeling for too long had left her feeling it and the sensation of cool blood flow was enjoyable, her toes tingling as she rolled her feet around. Deep breaths helped calm her and slow her heart rate, resuming a far more typical rhythm as she let herself actually relax and wiped her face; there was no doubt she was tense and the anxiety of this session was playing at her, so to now release it felt much more rewarding than she’d anticipated.

“You doing alright?” he asked, checking up on her.

“Yeah,” she breathed, throat still a bit uncomfortable. She was hardly used to being throat fucked and could still feel it as she spoke and swallowed.

“Need anything? Water? Juice?” he asked.

“Some juice, that’d be nice, thank you,” she said, unsure quite how to respond to him in this moment. It was clear he was breaking the atmosphere to take care of her, but she still didn’t want to put her foot in it. Without a word he stepped away to a small fridge he had and got out a cold, fresh bottle of OJ from which he poured her a small glass, offering it to her as he walked back over. Blake reached up to take the glass and noticed her hand was shaking, quite uncontrollably actually and she couldn’t give it strength even as she clenched her fist tentatively.

“Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, embarrassed by it as she looked at the floor and reached up with her other hand, cuffs trailing from her wrist as she took the glass from him with both, able to keep it stable enough despite the shakes as she drew it to her lips and imbibed the ice cold juice. The sharp, sweet edge hit her tongue and ran down her aching throat with an intensity she wasn’t quite ready for, shivering and holding herself back as she controlled the urge to cough whilst lowering the glass down.

“This is why you needed a break,” he said with a smile, stepping away and leaning against the bondage bench casually. Blake looked up at him, then away again as she smiled shyly, loving how well he was able to read and handle her even though it shouldn’t have been surprising.

“Yes, sir,” she replied meekly, looking down as she drank her juice, gulping it down quite quickly as she was just hooked in the rush of the cold, enlivening taste of it whilst also knowing the sugar rush would settle her blood levels. Dan didn’t make his submissive women call him Sir during a break, it was exactly that and that meant a respite from both physical and mental aspects of it all. However he didn’t correct her and left Blake to find what suited her and she seemed comfortable to continue calling him Sir, staying in the head space of it all.

“Take your time, I’ll be right back,” he said, taking a moment to walk away and head up the stairs, leaving the actress alone on her knees in the dungeon. She felt exposed and suddenly concerned, but she knew it was just momentary anxiety and calmed herself with deep breaths as she took the much needed break seriously and worked on getting moving. She stretched her legs and arms out, rolling her shoulders and neck slowly as she loosened herself up, taking advantage of the time he’d given her to recover.

“How you doing?” he asked, heading back down the stairs a couple of minutes later, completely nonchalant as Blake went through an entirely new experience.

“Ok, I’m doing ok,” she said, pulling herself up into an obedient position on her knees and slicking her blonde hair back with a calm breath. She really had let all the overwhelming thoughts and sensations wash through her in that brief moment alone and now she was collected and ready to continue.

“Good, ready to go?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, looking up confidently to him, offering herself. She wasn’t anywhere near as confident or cool as she made out, fighting to keep her heart rate down as she knew it would be something else new, exciting, scary or both, and that only served to squeeze adrenaline through her system. She’d forgotten her tiredness and now was awake like she hadn’t felt in years, so sharp and ready, shuddering a little as he grabbed hold of her leash and tugged it to pull her wide leather collar into her neck.

“Up,” he ordered, tugging her from the floor as she immediately complied, standing up on legs that still felt a little shaky as he pulled the collar into her neck. It was hers now, a sign and symbol of her obedience and submission to him but it was still so new and alien to her, not yet comfortable as he drew her to her feet. He led her across the cool rubber floor to the bondage bench that he had set up and pulled her to the foot of it, positioning her deliberately before tugging firmly at the lead.

“Turn around, face away from the bench,” he ordered. She felt compelled to follow his orders and now was more comfortable with him, her trepidation dissipating as she trusted him to treat her carefully and only push her as she could handle. Blake turned as she was told to and stood at the end of the bench before he stepped in front of her, letting the leash go as he took a moment to gaze down on the gorgeous naked body of the Hollywood actress before him. In an instant he surged forward into her and shoved his hands under her arms and powerfully lifted her from the floor with an ease she found surprising and exciting, her 130 pounds or so seemingly effortless to him as he swept her up and sat her ass down on the end of the bench.

She looked up into his eyes as he stepped around beside her, carefully watching him and staying silent, waiting for her commands.

“Lay back, Slave,” he said, using her submissive name to reinforce the resumption of their roles, simply waiting then as she settled her ass into the leather of it before carefully lowering herself back onto the wide body of the bondage furniture. With her in place he knelt down and pulled her hands underneath it, clipping the dangling handcuff back onto her wrist to secure her arms beneath the bench. They weren’t tight and she could still move, but she couldn’t now escape the bench even if she wanted to. She made no attempt however as he stepped away to grab something from the drawers again, the sound of them sliding open and closed building the tension in her chest before he reappeared over her with a roll of bondage tape.

“Ever tried tape before?” he asked, out of interest as much as anything.

“No, never sir,” she replied, concerned that it was about to tear some of her skin off when he removed it.

“Don’t worry,” he said, as if reading her mind, “it won’t hurt. It only sticks to itself.”

She relaxed a little as he peeled the end up and then pressed it down on her tummy, Blake inhaling from lack of readiness more than anything before he pulled it around her and under the bench, going back over her to wrap the tape in a loop around her. He repeated it a couple more times before tearing it off to leave her secured tightly by the rubbery tape at her mid section, Blake craning forward to look down at herself.

“Lay down,” he commanded, deliberately catching her off guard to watch her immediately shove herself back down as if caught doing something she shouldn’t have been. He smiled and set about repeating the same process as before, wrapping the tape around her chest, pressing down into her bountiful breasts to constrict them as he pulled it firmly under the bench and secured her, not that she could escape anyway. He just let her take it all in as he pulled another wrap of tape around her body to secure her to the bench before he moved back around to her legs, grabbing hold of one and lifting it up to fold her knee.

Blake realised her ass was right on the edge of the bench and it seemed pretty obvious why he’d put her there, just waiting for it as he pressed her calf muscle into her thigh, compressing her limb before taking the tape again and swiftly pulling it around her leg to tape her over her shin and round her thigh. He put another piece around the middle of her thigh before abruptly letting go of her, making the weight of her leg arch her back, Blake quickly tensing her strong abs to pull it back up and keep it controlled as he repeated the same process on her other leg. He left her to get comfortable for a moment as he stood the tape aside, glancing back to watch her trying her position out, letting herself sag with an arch of her back before pulling her constricted legs back up, squeezing them together before letting them sag apart to leave herself completely exposed.

“Comfortable, Slave?” he asked with a smile, watching her taking it all in.

“Yes, sir,” she responded, still wriggling around a little on the bench.

“Good,” he said, stepping back close to her as he reached down and brushed her blonde hair, a moment of seeming tenderness before he fumbled in his pocket and pulled her black satin thong out. She didn’t dare speak as her eyes flicked to the silky fabric bundled up in his hand then back up to his face, looking into his eyes that told her nothing...aside from to obey.

“Open”, he commanded, holding the underwear up over her with clear intention. Blake did as she was told and opened her mouth, hesitating a moment before she pushed it wider, knowing he would want it, a sign of her submission. He slowly pushed the bunched up satin in, down against her tongue and into her throat to make her almost gag, wanting her to feel it and take what he gave her. She did and he pulled his fingers back, lifting them under her chin to make her close her mouth, Blake’s teeth compressing the expensive panties as she rolled her tongue back to suppress her gag reflex.

Without comment he moved back around her to stand between her legs, pausing to run his hands over her bound limbs, hands taking in the differing sensations of her smoothly waxed legs and the plastic tape that restrained them, pushing up to her knees before shoving them abruptly open to make her gasp, feeling a twinge in her pelvis as her legs were opened wide for him. She breathed deeply through her panties, trying to keep herself calm as her heart raced, hearing him open his trousers once more, the zip cutting the air harshly as he freed his rock hard cock again and stepped close to her so it bumped against her hot, dripping lips.

Despite how out of depth she felt her pussy was absolutely soaked and her slick heat soaked the tip of his cock as he played it teasing up her labia, taking a moment to make her wait for it. Just as she thought maybe that was all it would be, just a tease to test her out and see her response, she relaxed a little only to have him suddenly surge forwards and bury his entire cock inside her. Her eyes squeezed shut as her legs closed on him and her vagina clenched hard, shocked by the sudden penetration even though she was so aroused and ready for it that he slid straight in. Even before her body had loosened its grip at his cock he pulled back and slowly drove inside her again, loving how tight she was in that moment as he tested her out and again sank balls deep.

Blake grunted throatily through her underwear as his tip probed her cervix, his size just about able to fit inside her which was exactly as she liked it. No guys had ever fucked her like this though, just burying themselves inside her without thought or care for her and that drove confusing sensations in her. On one hand she loved the new sensations and different way he was taking her, that was part of what she’d signed up for after all, but the other part of her made her feel weak, overpowered and dominated, like he was just fucking her and she was helpless. She hated that it was true, she really was pretty helpless at that moment, but it was as she’d wanted and her drenched pussy told him exactly that.

“You already love this, I know,” he stated, clear and bold, making her blush and look away, not that she’d been looking at him anyway. His hands grabbed hold of her knees and he leaned his arms on her legs, holding her steady under him before he stepped straight into a fast, hard rhythm. She moaned gutturally through her makeshift gag as he immediately started to pump into her, pulling back then slamming his hips forwards to bury his cock inside her squeezing pussy, somehow delivering with power and pace whilst still using the full length of himself so his bulging head lit up her nerve endings as he thrust.

She could do nothing, bound to the bench as it rocked underneath her, arms dangling back uncomfortably underneath it as she pulled at the biting metal handcuffs and felt her bound breasts jiggle with the intensity despite the bondage tape around her. All she could do was enjoy it, or endure it, depending on how she felt. She couldn’t deny the pleasure of a thick, hard cock slamming into her snug pussy over and over again, his hips driving against her toned ass with every pump that explored her depths and let her know she belonged to him now.

But she had to endure it as his thrusts were hard, intense, too much almost. With her arms bent back below her his pounding into her jolted a small yet sharp pain through her as he smashed against her cervix, making the eclectic mix of sensations hard to enjoy, the pleasure sapped by the twinge of pain every single time. She wondered what she’d gotten herself into, thinking that he hadn’t done this to her when he’d screwed her the day before...but then she hadn’t signed the contract at that point, hadn’t given herself to him with legal ownership. Maybe this was what he intended to use her for...but she rationalised that he prided himself on finding a balance with his submissive and would know this wasn’t entirely her thing.

Though she did love that he was just using her, expecting her to fulfil what brought him pleasure without question. It was a new part of her, her character Slave now that was his submissive, his plaything, and that was exciting. She’d not been so sexually exhilarated in years to be honest and decided to just revel in that, squeezing her muscles at him and just waiting for every pounded pulse into her. The tumble of emotions continued to writhe and conflict inside her as Dan pumped hard, holding her tightly to crank himself hard into her again and again, loving the snug sensations of her pussy around his rock hard cock.

Blake gagged a little at the underwear in her mouth, wincing as she willed herself to keep her mouth shut around it and not make a fuss for him. She soon forgot about it anyway as he stepped up the pace even more into short, ferociously hard thrusts that shook every inch of her body, tits bouncing beautifully as he fucked her harder than she’d ever experienced before. Her hands shoved and pulled instinctively at the cuffs, trying to grab hold to stabilise herself even though she was literally taped down to the bench.

Dan loved the sound of Blake yanking at the handcuffs, seeing her overwhelmed as the chains rattled beneath the bench intensely to combine with her groans and grunts. His fingers dug into her bound legs as he pulled himself to her and slammed his steel hard cock inside her, pulsing and jumping as he accelerated towards climax. All she could do was hang on and let him use her, shoulders aching painfully as her arms sagged beneath her, pulling at the cuffs that dug into her wrists now, hips aching as he pushed her legs wide and arched her back at its limit.

He loved looking down at the curvy blonde he had bound before him, tied back on the bench for him to fuck as he pleased, clearly overwhelmed but taking it without refusal and merely grunting her thoughts through her satin panties that she kept obediently in her mouth. Dan had to admit he was slightly impressed that she was taking all this well so far and hadn’t called for another break, just gritting her teeth and getting through it even though it clearly was something new and uncomfortable for her.

Her groan grew into a strained whine through her underwear, eyes watering as he fucked her the hardest she’d ever been fucked in her life, absolutely pounding on her with short, rapid strokes as he pulled himself into her with his hands at her knees. His hips slapped into her to bury himself deep inside her hot, wet tunnel, straining rock hard and relishing every possible sensation as he took a final few seconds to work himself to climax. He could control himself incredibly well, having spent years working on the techniques and tricks to allow it, but now he wanted to give himself the pleasure and let Blake have the enjoyment of making him come.

He had no intention of coming inside her though and with a final few ferocious thrusts into her his cock swelled and he yanked back out of her suddenly, sharply to make her gasp then choke on her panties, immediately coughing them back out a little as her eyes popped open and she craned up instinctively to see what the deal was.

“Head down, Slave,” he ordered firmly, immediately shaking her back into her dominated state and making her swiftly shove her head back, staring at the ceiling as he appeared beside her. His rock hard cock throbbed as he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking fast, hand lunging authoritatively into her hair to take a fist full of the blonde locks before him. She closed her eyes as she knew exactly what he was going to do, not that she minded and merely awaited the hot splash onto her face, the powerful climax to what had been a very exhausting fuck session.

She didn’t wait more than a couple more seconds before she was rewarded with a grunt and hot, thick burst of come jetting over her face, catching her across the cheek and into her pulled-back hair. He aimed his next shots perfectly with practiced technique to unload across her other cheek, nose, forehead and lips before squeezing the last of himself out and rubbing his thick head across her soft skin, stepping back to survey his work. He pulled her head up by her hair, making her wince but managing to keep her composure, not breaking rank and complaining even though she gave a muffled mumble of pain at the sharp twinge in her scalp.

“Very good,” he commented, dropping her head abruptly so she flopped back onto the padding of the bondage bench, breathing hard as heat prickled all over her skin, suddenly feeling the weight of her exhaustion compress her completely, absolutely fucked out and needing a break. She held her legs up to keep the pressure off her back which kept her beautiful pussy wide open, not caring in the slightest as she breathed hard through the black satin in her mouth and felt the cooling load on her face. She wasn’t sure if his comment was a compliment on her performance, either her pussy or her obedience, but either way she decided to take it as such and felt proud that she’d earned such a remark.

He zipped himself up and paused to survey her, pleased with how she’d performed so far and her lack of complaints. Some of the girls he’d worked with really took some breaking in and would stop things at every turn during initial sessions; it was all part of the experience and everyone took it differently, it was all part of human nature, but given the women had always asked for it he couldn’t help but find the pace frustratingly slow sometimes especially during those early, more vanilla stages. Blake had performed admirably really and he was pleased that, thus far, she wasn’t some Hollywood diva that wanted a thrill but gave him trouble when it was time to deliver.

“I’ll take these,” he said, plucking the satin panties from her mouth and pulling them out as she opened wide, retching as he removed them. She’d found a way to hold them without gagging throughout but was relieved to have her mouth free, the damp satin gone as he carefully hooked them out the way. Whether she wanted to wear them later was up to her, though he hoped not.

“What do you say?” he prompted.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, swallowing again as he tried to get back to normal. Her throat was still rough from the face fucking he’d given her previously.

“How are you doing, Slave?” he asked.

“Fine, sir,” she replied.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered after a pause, wanting to be honest with him and pondering her reply a moment. Truth was it had been rough, different and out of her comfort zone a little, but she couldn’t deny how turned on she was.

“Good,” he replied, stepping between her legs and running his hands up her bound shins. Blake trembled, skin prickling as she thought he might simply undo his trousers and slide into her again, imagining he had the stamina for it. He didn’t however, running his hand over her thigh and down onto her hips, over to the sweet mound of her pussy where his fingers played through her strip of pubic hair as his thumb curled into her lips. He easily found her most sensitive button and pushed the hood back to maximise his access to her. She gasped and tensed as he pressed into her and firmly yet slowly circled around her nub, sending intense yet controlled pleasure through her.

“Like that?” he asked, knowing it was obvious that she did. He just wanted to hear her obediently reply.

“Yes, sir,” she stuttered as his thumb worked quicker and shifted directions, keeping her unsure, different sensations and tweaks of her nerves striking her as she shuddered. She hadn’t realised quite how aroused she was and now he was touching her so intimately it just bubbled up within her. Blake didn’t stifle herself, figuring there was no need as she gasped hungrily with pleasure and rocked her hips a little to meet him, accentuating the feelings. Dan smiled as he sped up and made her moan, loving the sight of the bound Blake Lively tensing and shaking before him on the bench, his restrained plaything as he stimulated her.

He slid his other hand in to take over working her clit, Blake murmuring at the similar yet changed sensations as he did, rubbing carefully around the sides for maximum, teasing stimulation. With no intention of bringing her to a rapid climax he pressed two fingers into her entrance and slid them in easily, her pussy ready and waiting for him after the hard fucking he’d given her, delving them into her hot body as he felt her give a squeeze. He wanted her to enjoy this, to reward her for her good behaviour with a soul shattering orgasm and such things were not delivered quickly.

As his thumb continued to circle and stroke her clit on autopilot he focused on working his fingers inside her, slowly building up to thrust them and stroke with slow twisting motions so he could touch every possible nerve ending inside her and feel the delectable stretch of her tunnel. He ramped up a little to get her going more, feeling her rolling into him and pushing down to help bury his fingers deeply, wanting every touch he was giving her now, pussy wet and ready, her clit stiff beneath his touch as he patiently stimulated her.

Hooking his fingers back, he curled them up to rub his fingertips over the rough patch of her G-spot, finding it frustratingly quickly in her mind as he seemed drawn straight to it. She had little time to consider it though as she groaned at the changing sensation and felt a deeper, more intense feeling spread through her pelvis as he started to work at her. He rocked his fingers in unison with his thumb and easily found a rhythm to stimulate her, timing them perfectly to work in alternating strokes as he hooked his fingers towards him firmly over her G-spot before letting them push back softly as his thumb ground into her clit intently away from himself.

The stimulation was incredible, an eclectic mixture of firm and soft strokes that pulsed at her like waves lapping at the beach and it only made her body want to move to match him, pulling up against his G-spot massage then pushing down into his thumb as it dragged over her clit. Her hands pulled at the cuffs beneath her, forgetting the pain in her shoulders and ache in her hips as she was awash with pleasure, gasping and keeping her legs pulled back lest she block his efforts. He certainly knew what he was doing and the pressure at her G-spot was becoming more intense, fingertips dancing at her, not too hard but with just the right pressure as they worked in different directions, testing techniques on her it seemed.

The sensation was different to what she’d felt before; he was in fact working on making her squirt and wanted to see if she could. Not all women did of course, but he wanted to explore Blake and see if there was something new he could give her, as well as a phenomenal orgasm. She was clearly enjoying herself, gasping and twisting in her bondage, body straining at the tape around her as she writhed in pleasure. The ecstasy was building and she couldn’t fight or control it, not that she wanted to but she had no say and that was both frustrating and incredibly exciting.

“Oh, Master, don’t stop!” Blake gasped hungrily, making sure to address him properly. To her horrified disappointment he slowed, his fingers grinding slowly against her to merely tease her as he smiled.

“And what if I do, Slave?” he said as she tried to push herself into him with a stifled whine of frustration.

“Will you beg me?”

“If you order me to, sir,” she replied, wanting to make it clear he was in command as if he didn’t already know.

“Beg me, Slave,” he said sternly. A little rush went through her, a tingle as she was ordered to perform, to beg for the first time in her life to be given an orgasm.

“Please sir, don’t tease me,” she started.

“Don’t make me wait sir, please, make me come!” she gasped, his silence suggesting correctly she needed to give it more heart.

“I dunno, you’re not selling me on this here,” he teased, goading her into more as he just casually worked at her, keeping her bubbling but nothing more.

“Sir!” she shouted abruptly, surprising both him and herself, “rub my pussy and make me come, please, give me an orgasm! You know I’ll do absolutely anything you want me to!”

“Better,” he said, pleased to see her submit and beg him to satisfy her primal desires. All she wanted was the orgasm and she was willing to submit her flesh entirely to achieve it, which was exactly what he wanted for her. He knew it wasn’t a constant and she wouldn’t suddenly be submissive, able to take orders in an instant like he knew she’d told herself, but it was a good first jump.

Blake groaned and shuddered as he immediately picked his pace back up again and started working his fingers, dancing on her most intimate and secluded spot, working over and across the little rough patch at the front of her vagina. He started rubbing more intently this time though to stroke her in both directions, using more pressure to tickle the nerve endings inside her as his thumb stimulated her clit to make her tremble with direct, typical sensations. She rolled her head back into the bench, ponytail pressing into the back of her head as she gave in to the mixture of stimulation and let her body enjoy it.

She gave heavy, rasping breaths of pleasure and pushed her pelvis into him to accentuate the feeling as much as she could, the orgasm already building along with a slightly new sensation she hadn’t experienced before. It only made her want it more and she worked to chase it, pursuing it by rolling her hips against his practiced touch as he focused and stepped it up, fingers and thumb dancing briskly at her. His touch was still varied and skilful, Blake barely able to keep up with his motions as he stroked and stimulated her in every possible manner, driving her wild.

The arousal of the whole situation and his magic touch didn’t take long to turn her deeply building sensations into an oncoming tidal wave of pleasure that was moments from hitting her. Sweat pricked her brow as she gasped helplessly, surrendering herself completely to him as he drove her towards an immense climax. She could feel something different, new and interesting as his fingers attacked her G-spot in perfect time with her clit, knowing it would be a huge climax when he eventually let her come. Luckily for her he didn’t make her wait, intent only on giving her the biggest and most satisfying orgasm he could.

She wailed and her eyes screwed up as she was overwhelmed, barely able to handle it as he suddenly accelerated and worked both his hands rapidly, turning all the touches up to 11. Her hands yanked at the cuffs, chain rattling as she fought her bondage, feeling how tight it all felt suddenly as she gasped for air while her climax rushed up on her. Her abs tensed and vagina squeezed at his digits as she trembled in pre-orgasmic bliss, giving a strained, hasty moan of pleasure as she held on for the final few seconds it took to bring her to the edge.

His intense touch easily carried her over and she broke with a huge, ecstatic cry as her whole body tightened, shoving down into his hand to bury him deeply inside her as he thrust against her pussy, muscles clamping with an immense grip at her moment of release. He paused and enjoyed how tight she was gripping him before resuming his motions as she let him go, pulsing around him as the waves of her climax shuddered through her, jolting and shaking beneath his touch. Her pussy was drenched and the extra lubrication only allowed him easier access despite how snug she was in that moment of climax.

Her legs jumped and twitched as she fought the urge to close them, not wanting to disrupt him as he made her come so hard she felt faint, slumping onto the bench as her muscles relaxed, pulling deep breaths to try and keep herself awake. Her hips jumped at the sensitivity of his touches as her orgasm faded as sharply as it had begun, suddenly too delicate in the aftermath though he had already read her body and gave just a few little touches, like messages to tell her he had power to make her feel lots beside pleasure as if she hadn’t already realised that.

He hadn’t made her squirt but she was wet, more than normal and it seemed there was potential for her that he could explore at another time. For now he slipped his hands away from her and left her tingling, the wake of her the huge peak washing away from her, soothing her soul as it retreated and leaving her to bask in the satisfaction of it as her heart rate slowed. He just gave his newest toy a couple of minutes to recover and enjoy it all, savouring the moment of peace in the wake of a hard climax that was somewhat unlike anything she’d experienced before, the jumble of thoughts and sensations hard to get her mind around.

“Slave,” he said a little loudly, jolting her from her restful state, “are you ready to continue?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied a little hurriedly, knowing full well it was hardly up to her even though he’d asked.

“Good,” he replied and stepped back to her with scissors in hand, momentarily startling her before he slid them under the bondage tape and released her. He peeled the clinging tape away to reveal her breasts once more and the line it had left across them, along with over her tummy, before he produced the keys and unlocked the handcuffs again. The rattle of steel that freed her was relieving and she stiffly pulled her arms out from under the bench, groaning as she straightened them and slowly raised them, rolling her shoulders forward and wincing a little.

“Just stretch them out,” he said, casually continuing to free her as she did as he told her, grumbling as she extended them and tweaked her muscles as he cut through the tape around her leg. They weren’t aching the way her arms and shoulders were but instead were just a little dead, needing some proper movement and it was a relief to straighten them. Blake sighed as she pointed her toes and let them sag towards the floor, arching her back and feeling the blissful cold sensation of the blood rushing back into her tired limbs.

“Stand up,” he ordered her, throwing the tape aside and standing back to give her space. Blake felt like a baby fawn as she rocked up onto her ass then carefully placed her foot down onto the floor, feeling the uncertainty and shake in her muscles as she put weight through it. She stumbled a little as she hopped down from the bench, Dan making no effort to catch her, clearly wanting her to do it herself. She composed herself and stood up before him, pulling herself up full height and waiting obediently for command, controlling herself and presenting what she wanted him to see – a strong, yet submissive, woman for their mutual enjoyment.

“Here, for your face,” he said, throwing her a towel to wipe off his load that had slid down her skin. Blake was relieved to get the chance to clean up and quickly did so, wiping it away as she fleetingly wondered how much was in her hair.

“Turn around, face the bench,” he ordered, which she duly did. She had no concern now that she was standing before him completely naked; it was irrelevant and unimportant now and she felt secure in his presence, admired by him but not placed on any pedestal.

“Bend over,” he said, his voice oozing deep calm and control. She obeyed without pause and doubled over onto the bench again, grasping the sides as she let her feet slide apart and arched her back a little to present herself properly for him. He walked around her then crouched down, grabbing the cuffs still dangling from one of her wrists and pulled her hands under the bench and in front of one of the legs, making sure it would restrain her in place as he flipped the cool metal around her once more. The hard metallic ratcheting sound and feel of the unforgiving steel tightening at her wrist sent a little shiver through her again as he restrained her, bent over and completely vulnerable to his wants.

“Now, Slave, I want to see how you handle a little pain,” he said.

“Didn’t you do that yesterday?” she blurted out, not addressing him properly as she referred to him spanking and flogging her the day before when he’d had her bound over his bed. She regretted not speaking properly as she was met with an immediate smack straight across her ass, his hand hard and intense, able to deliver his energy perfectly into her body as she yelped and clenched her ass. Blake was caught off guard by it as much as anything, the surprise rather than the pain making her cry out, not ready to go.

“Yes, Slave, I did do it yesterday, and I want to do it again today. In fact, I’ll do it every day, any time I want to. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, sir!” she answered quickly, clear and obedient as she arched her back and pushed her ass out for him to treat as he wished. She wasn’t sure on the pain training, certainly not as much as the sexual pleasure side of things, but she needed to experience it and be trained, to discover and explore it. She knew he would take her through it and that was part of the deal, in the contract she’d signed when she’d given herself to him in exchange for this huge upheaval in her sex life and experience.

“Good. I don’t need a brat,” he commented, making her seethe a little that he would suggest she was one, that she was acting up.

“No, sir,” she replied, just to convey that she’d heard him. He went to grab something from the cabinet ahead of her, allowing her to just watch as he opened the doors, taking out what he needed then turned back to her to head for the bench. In his hand was a long polished tube with leather cuffs at each end, but they were much larger than anything for her wrists and as she gazed on she quickly realised it was for her legs. She hadn’t seen a lot of BDSM porn but she’d figured out from what she knew, and seeing a few websites, what it was for.

He also had a thick candle which he stood aside, pausing to take a lighter from his pocket and light it, the flame from his polished Zippo easily igniting the wick on the rotund wax cylinder. The flame grew as he moved it past her out of her view, standing it out the way to one side before picking up the polished tube again. Her suspicions were only confirmed as he stepped behind her and pushed it between her legs, the leather cuffs pushing up against her.

“Wider,” he ordered, watching her shuffle her thighs wider for him to fit it between before setting about fastening one wide strap above her knee. Her occasional forays into the kinkier sections of websites when she’d been looking for toys or sexy underwear had served her memory well as she recalled seeing such things before, and their obvious use. He fastened the other strap firmly and it left her unable to close her legs, spread wide and on display, not that she minded that. After all it was the point of all this, though she was vulnerable in a way she’d never experienced before. The bondage was all quite tame really, even she knew that, but she was new to it and it felt so much more intense and naughty than it probably was.

He stepped up to her, intimidatingly close, making her think he would surely pull his cock back out and immediately slide inside her once more. But again she was wrong as he reached up and placed his hands on her shoulders, then pulled his fingers down her body before they exploded into rapid, soft tickles up and down her figure. They played at her sides and onto her breasts, over her back and then down the backs of her legs as she squealed helplessly and writhed hard against the bondage. She was completely helpless in the face of his tickling and she giggled and fought at her bindings as she tried to get away from him, yanking her hands into the cuffs and pulling her legs against the leg spreader bar as she tried to escape.

“Sir! Please!” she gasped through her laughs, twisting desperately as the unbearable sensations tingled through her, hands seeming to be everywhere as his fingertips danced over her body, her knees buckling as her breaths became laboured, utterly overwhelmed by it all now and struggling as she sagged into the bench. He abruptly stopped as swiftly as he’d begun, stepping back and leaving her shaking in her prone position, sighing with deep breaths of relief as he let her be. He wasn’t far away though and stepped slightly to her side, laying a hand on her lower back that made her flinch for a moment before his other squeezed her ass.

She knew what was coming and simply breathed calmly as he smacked her, hand connecting firmly with her ass and making it shake again beautifully. The sting was minimal, his touch expert as he struck her firmly without imparting too much intensity, just firmly smacking her round booty and making the toned flesh jiggle enticingly. Dan spanked her with a clockwork routine and his hand connected expertly every couple of seconds, striking at the sides of her ass, then down onto the backs of her thighs, working his touch all over her as he explored and exposed her to something new.

She’d been spanked before of course, but never in such an intent and measured manner. His strikes were precise and deliberate, testing her out and finding what she responded to. They became harder, her body shaking over the bench as he smacked her with more power, building up into something she could really feel though his pace never changed. With the same disciplined strokes he made her breathe harder, tighter in her chest as the pain started to overtake the pleasure and fun of it, wincing as she tried to remain cool and in control, her ass stinging with the power of his hand and flick of his fingertips. She was just about to grumble, to complain that this part of her training wasn’t the most enjoyable as the spanking had increased substantially towards her threshold, when he gave her three abrupt, intense spanks that took her breath away and stopped.

Blake had no reason to complain at that and stood over the bench clenching her ass as she gasped, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as he stepped away from her and left her to recover, unconcerned with her potential complaints. He was interested in her endurance and so far was reasonably impressed as he’d had other new girls beg him to stop just moments into their discipline training. Opening his drawers once again, he surveyed the options before him then chose a pair of simple yet effective stainless steel clamps, classic style with coated black tips and adjustable tension. They weren’t as tame as some of the longer ones he had that had far less leverage but he felt that Blake had the pain threshold to start with them so went for it.

“Lift up,” he commanded, turning to face her with the clamps to let her see them. She started at him startled, innocent but with understanding; she knew what he was holding and what he wanted her to do, to give him access to her breasts, to be obedient and welcoming to his teaching. Blake was hardly thinking straight, usually so in control of her own life and now so dominated, completely stripped of that control as he took everything he wanted from her...as she realised she kind of wanted. She liked it, she enjoyed the submission, the pain as long as it made him happy, and with that she couldn’t fight his command and pushed her self up from the bench awkwardly as she pulled her bound legs closer to it to allow her gorgeous C-cups to swing more freely.

“Good girl,” he praised casually, making her beam though she tried to hide the smile from her face – he noticed of course. Kneeling down beside the bench, he pulled the clamps out into both hands and squeezed them open, ready, waiting in suspense to inflict pain and pleasure. Without pause or interruption he reached up and pressed them to her breasts, easily locating them onto her stiff nipples and releasing them slowly to let the tips close, pressuring then biting into her delicate, sensitive points. Despite the discomfort of the spanking her nipples were rock hard, sticking out for him to easily position the clamps onto and drive new, unpredictable sensations into her body.

She’d never worn nipple clamps before and had, until this whole tumble into BDSM had unravelled her life, never really imagined she would. They’d seemed scary and unnecessary, something for people that lived differently to how she did and yet here she was...and the bite was overwhelming. Blake gasped hard, a rasp of pain as they closed on her and she flinched at them sharply gripping her soft, sexy body. She didn’t speak, didn’t want to cry stop or give up but she couldn’t help physically reacting as she tried to pull up off the bench, handcuffs stopping her as her feet shuffled awkwardly and she mumbled in pain, wincing.

“Too tight, Slave?” he asked. She couldn’t speak and simply nodded vigorously, eyes watering at the pain, trying to find the pleasure in it even as the pain seemed to stab her very soul. He was kind and didn’t push her, though he did make her wait a second longer than strictly required before he released them from her to a sigh of relief. Dan had no intention of foregoing them however and simply took a moment to adjust the tension, winding their screws in so that the tips couldn’t bite down so hard before he lifted them back to her. He was pleased to see she’d resumed the position he’d ordered her into, ready and waiting for him.

He didn’t disappoint as he again perfectly placed the clamps and released them carefully onto her, Blake inhaling deeply as they gripped her again and shivering as the pain rushed through her. It was still intense, more painful than much anything she ever did to her nipples, but manageable this time and the shiver that went through her wasn’t merely pain – it was pleasure as well. It wasn’t much, that sudden intense burst like when she sometimes got splashed with water that was too hot, that rush and shudder through her after the initial shock of pain had crashed into her soul, just something there in a narrow band she’d love to explore yet was afraid to.

“Is that better?” he asked, smiling as he already knew that it was.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, still taking it all in but finding it irresistible, somehow enjoyable despite the evident pain she felt, like she wouldn’t want them removed so soon. That was good as he had no intention of taking them off her and stood up, giving a slight stretch and cracking his knuckles. That was for her benefit, another sound, something else to alert her senses and make her think, keeping her on her toes. She already didn’t know what to expect at all so it was all new for her, adrenaline pulsing, heart pumping.

“How do you feel?” he asked, wanting to gauge her opinion.

“That you threw me in at the deep end, sir,” she replied after a moments thought.

“It’s all a deep end,” he replied quietly, almost a growl, drawing his fingers down her back, over the ridges of her spine as she arched for him, just waiting for whatever came next. She let out a cry as there was a pinch, at her side above her pelvis, making her jump before another one grabbed her ass. Blake twisted away from it and then was deluged with them, his hands snapping at her to deliver sharp nips and grasps of her skin, catching more or less each time as she contorted to try and avoid him. She gasped and yelped as he pinched at the sides of her breasts and backs of her thighs, the nips getting through to her as she wished she could jump aside, the leg spreader bar keeping her mostly immobile and prone to his wants.

It was how it was supposed to be and she knew she could cry stop but wanted to endure, not to give in and let him beat her, even though she wanted to. She hadn’t reached that point where she had to and managed to hold out for a few more seconds of pinching before he stopped, turning away to again leave her gasping and taking it all in.

“I need something else I think, since you’re doing so well,” he commented, glancing at her over his shoulder as he walked past her prone form bound to the bench, smiling to himself as she looked up at him gasping, exhausted by it all. He simply returned to his drawers and took a moment to slide one open slowly, letting her hear and see him contemplating what he would do to her next. Her eyes were wide as he produced a large black leather flogger and then a stern looking cane after it, slender yet clearly powerful.

“These will do nicely,” he said, almost to himself as he shoved the drawer shut then walked back over to her, ignoring yet enjoying her wide eyes. It was an expression he’d seen lots of times on a lot of different women; the introduction to BDSM was always something so much broader than what they expected and included lots of things they didn’t expect, which included the pain being much more intense and cutting than they expected, as if it lashed their very soul. It was an important step though and he never held back, always pushing the girls to their limits to explore them and break them into it.

Blake’s heart raced as she heard the sound of him taking the leather flogger in his hand and then swishing it around, as if practicing his swing for a moment before he smoothed it out and, without any teasing or warning, struck her ass firmly with it. She inhaled sharply as the slim strands of black leather flicked over her skin, the flat of them catching her firmly yet not too hard, before being zinged by the tips as they connected with her, her booty jiggling appealingly. Blake breathed calmly, again controlling herself as he swatted her with the flogger once more, backhanding the stroke to hit across her ass the opposite direction with another satisfying smack.

He smiled as Blake quietly took it and didn’t immediately protest, seeing her flinch a little as she shook, knowing the slight bite to it was getting through to her as the blows landed on her ass, crushing her skin and lighting up her nerve endings. Dan took his time and just let his rhythm easily build up to smack side-to-side across her ass, the whip making her ass shake perfectly, the toned flesh yielding under the power of his blows. It was tempting to go harder and faster, hit her more intently and make her jiggle more, but he restrained himself easily. It wouldn’t serve either of them for him to give her too much too soon and he knew that she’d be able to take it later on, but he had to train her first.

He took it gradually and increased the power, keeping the pace the same with a slow, methodical action as he swatted her gorgeous round ass then paused, letting the delicious shake cease before hitting her again. Blake gasped sharply with each hit, the sting intent, building up as her ass turned red from the repeated blows onto it. His increased power was noticeable now as he made her shake with each hit, sometimes higher, sometimes lower, to cover her whole ass and onto the back of her thighs. Her toes curled and she held on tight to the legs of the bench, barely realising how much pressure she was exerting as her body shook, the clamps dragging on the bench and fighting her sensitive nipples with every motion.

Her gasps turned into hard, strained grunts with every strike of the leather onto her body, ass red now, criss-crossed by lines and marks from the pain training. Her knuckles were white from how tightly she was holding on, head down as she growled into the leather of the bench, position having changed from obediently having her back arched to curling in an effort to escape or minimise the blows, ass clenching as he hit her. She grimaced from the pain even as she felt a tingle of pleasure and excitement, knowing that somewhere inside her she loved the treatment and was exhilarated by the situation, being bound and helpless, used and directed without question or concern.

As she reached her limit of it all he stopped, able to read her with an expert eye that she knew was down to his experience, that he’d seen dozens of women like her before and could play her perfectly with ease. That fact grated at her a little, her pride getting in the way of the experience momentarily as she felt the natural desire to fight back, to defend her place with him before reminding herself that wasn’t the point of this. She was supposed to be submissive to him, to be...not weaker but allow herself to be controlled, dominated and led. It was what she’d asked for after all.

“Doing ok, Slave?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she replied as she took deep breaths.

“Good, we’re not done yet,” he replied. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, keeping calm as she steeled herself for more to come. Dan simply left her to get on with it for a moment, seeing her process it as she tensed up and then relaxed, taking it in, her ass already red and covered in marks from the leather tips of the flogger that had bitten into her skin.

“You’re doing well,” he said, encouraging her. He knew she needed to hear it but it was true, she was doing far better than a lot of women he’d trained during their first pain session. Though she was clearly doing it out of pride as much as anything else and he could see by her increasing flinches that she was struggling, hardly enjoying it, he was happy to continue as it was up to her to cry stop. Right now she wanted more, so he would give it to her.

“Ready?” he asked, rhetorical as much as anything else as he picked up the cane and ran his fingers along it.

“Yes sir!” she responded quickly, loudly in a near-shout, clear and decisive even as she braced herself for the pain.

“Excellent,” he smiled and with a hand on her back he swung the cane, the cylindrical body swishing through the air sharply to connect with her ass hard, rippling her delicious flesh an instant before she lurched forwards and gave a howl of pain. It was so intense and sharp, focused in a harsh, searing line across her ass that was such a contrast to the flogger, the cane biting into her with pressure at another level to what she’d experienced so far. She pulled forward on the bench and clenched hard, shuddering as she wished for it to abate, the tingle spreading across her ass for what seemed a never ending time before it finally dissipated.

“Resume the position,” he commanded, pulling her hip back to make her stand properly, pushing down on her back to arch it so she presented her ass and, more worryingly, her pussy as it bulged juicily between her thighs. She breathed carefully, focused on it for the few seconds before another swish of the cane and a hard crack across her ass, another searing burst of pain that made her lurch and yell with pain. Dan had decided she was already near the brink and after the flogging wouldn’t be able to handle much more, she was clearly reaching her saturation of pain and so decided that an intense introduction to caning was best.

His plan was a few hard hits with the cane that would make her respect it even if it pushed her to the edge faster. They could work on it later, so he pulled her back again and laid another hard thwack onto her with the cane, flexing as it connected with her strong, toned booty and send ripples through her skin. Blake was feeling nothing but pain now, the burning pain turning to a hot sensation, feeling the stripes across her ass as if he were painting them onto her. But she resolved to hold on and take it, wanting to experience it as much as be his perfect fuck doll, needing to know what it felt like and on top of that she wasn’t a quitter.

Another hard smack across her ass made her resolve tremble much like her ass as the pain bit into her soul, her fingers clenching round the legs of the bench so hard she was sure something would give way, unable to escape it, gasping desperately after she screamed as it refused to abate. Tears pricked her eyes and she felt one slide down her cheek hotly, a noticeable sign of her endurance and physical resilience, as much as the marks of the steel cuffs at her wrists that she’d caused by pulling on them so hard.

She only yanked at them harder as another crack of the cane landed on her, stinging her ass hard and making her howl, barely able to take it. Her ass was marked by deep, red lines now, something that would clearly bruise a little and leave her feeling it any time she sat down for the following days. The sound of the cane splitting the air was almost worse than the hit, that moment of anticipation gripping her heart with a clench that made it skip a beat before the sound of it hitting her ass reached her ears, after the pain had already begun spreading through her body. It felt like it was all over her now, down her legs and up her back, the pain somehow all consuming even as she was able to clearly define the sharp, narrow sensation of the cane hitting her body.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she endured, somehow getting into the routine of pushing her ass back and arching her back for him, presenting herself even as the pain still tore at her soul, but she was nearing her limit. It was that sensation she’d never felt before, where she was just going to break from the pain and beg him for mercy, and she knew when it happened she would beg shamelessly for a break. But she was going to continue, and she shoved her ass back for him to punish yet again as she tried to stay strong. She had completely forgotten she was even wearing the uncomfortable nipple clamps, pressed beneath her on the bench but totally gone from her mind now as she was disciplined.

Tears from both eyes slipped down her soft cheeks as she took it, wishing she could say no, her pride making her refuse, biting her tongue as she was tempted to say stop when the next crack landed on her ass. Her body was a picture of deep red lines now, criss-crossing her booty against a background of red, her cheeks completely glowing, hot and enhanced by her punishment like they’d never been before. Another hard blow made her give a wailing cry that almost made her sob, swallowing it down before she could utter the pitiful sound, forcing herself back to take another even as she burned. With another harsh strike she broke, in an instant her resistance collapsed and she could take no more.

“Stop, stop!” she screamed, crying, sobbing and shaking as she clenched her ass and yanked forward away from him, the searing sting through her booty all she could stand. He lowered the cane and stepped back, immediately respecting her safe word. He knew full well Blake had taken enough punishment and wouldn’t be up for any more caning, laying it aside as he watched her quiver and shake before tentatively trying to relax again.

She laid into the bench as she gasped in relief, glad it was over, privately hating that he’d beaten her and she’d had to resort to begging for a break but just so happy to not be caned any further. She also knew that she could and should have stopped things after the strike before, that her body had already taken enough, but her pride had got in the way and stopped her simply uttering the words to him. Mentally she wanted to be stronger but her body paid the price for it.

“Are you ok, Blake?” he asked, momentarily concerned. He wanted to explore her limits, to get a good understanding of what his newest submissive responded to and struggled with, but he didn’t intend to unnecessarily abuse her.

“Yeah I’m…yeah, I will be,” she mumbled, the pain still dissipating from her. Dan stepped back and admired his handiwork, the deep red lines across her fine ass that he knew would be tender for days, a couple of them hard enough that they’d definitely bruise up. She was broken now, pushed to her limit, though perhaps with resolve for a final test. He allowed her to recover, relaxing and starting to breathe normally again before he interrupted her.

“Slave, do you think you can handle one more?” he asked. He was genuinely ready for her to refuse, and that would be alright. She had already taken more than most.

“Yes, sir,” she replied after a pause, knowing she could handle a final spank or crack with the cane.

Without another word, not a second chance or clarification, he stepped aside, grabbed hold of the candle and then poured it all over her back.

Blake shuddered powerfully, harder than she had so far and gave a choked sound, tensing and fighting it as she hauled in a huge breath and then let out an equally intense scream, the pain shaking through her. The hot, liquid wax splashed over her like water, spreading over her sweat-prickled skin in a cascade before it started to solidify, hardening as it released its heat into her body, imparting its energy in a blink to bind to her skin in the most organic style as she howled with pain. It was intense in a way she’d never known, inescapable and irresistible, her body tensing as the different sensation gripped her.

But it was exciting, different to the direct pain of the cane and whip, so sudden and biting yet over in a flash, like putting her hands under a tap that was too hot. As it cooled it gave way to something else, sheer pleasure that shook through her intently and made her quiver as she stood, bound and bent over the bench, feeling her pussy squeeze hard as she let a shuddering moan escape her lips in the aftermath as the illicit pleasure trembled through her body. Her pussy rushed with wetness, begging to be penetrated as her arousal was suddenly amped up to eleven and pain turned to near ecstasy in that moment as he emptied the candle she’d forgotten about all over her.

“Slave, do you need a break?” he asked.

“No, sir,” she breathed, and much like with the candle he didn’t hesitate or check her twice to make sure. Her response was taken as written and he grabbed a bottle of lube before he stepped behind her, reaching out to push his hands over her sensitive ass and round her hips as she flinched a little. His cock was rock hard and gazing down at her red, punished ass only made it worse. He was relishing burying his cock inside her once again but it would be something different again, something new to her.

Blake heard him open the bottle of lube, the crack of the cap cutting the air like a gunshot as he emptied it into his fingers then reached down to slick his huge erection, rubbing over the shaft then more intently over his bulging head in readiness for her tight asshole. She winced as he touched her ass, the soreness already coming through, feeling him reach down and press his finger to her backdoor and rub the cool, thick lube around over her. She inhaled and pulled forwards a little, automatically apprehensive at the mere thought of anal sex, something she’d never enjoyed and was sure would only mean further pain.

“Sir,” she piped up, voice cracking a little as she already felt it wasn’t her place to challenge him.

“Slave,” he addressed her simply, waiting for her to speak.

“Sir I…it’s that I don’t like anal sex, do we have to?” she asked meekly.

“Slave, it’s in your contract. You were well aware of this,” he replied.

“Yes sir it’s just...I…” she started, feeling the silence and lack of room to negotiate filling the space.

“Yes, sir,” she muttered, resigned to it, realising she had legally agreed to do it, and it really was much more than that.

“You need to be introduced properly to it, something I suspect has never happened,” he said, thinking of all the other girls he’d worked with that had painful, negative experiences with anal sex before meeting him.

“You can enjoy this, Slave,” he said, rubbing his hand up her back as she breathed deeply, trying to ready herself for it.

“All you have to do is relax and look at this as a new experience, but one I’m here to guide you through, not some teenage fumble,” he smiled.

“Yes sir,” she mumbled. He pushed his finger back to her hole and massaged around it, which she had to admit felt alright after she relaxed, just focusing on the potential pleasure that it might bring her even as she failed to push all concerns aside. He traced the strong muscle of her anus and rubbed over it, not trying to go too fast or only get one thing as she’d experienced before. Her only experiences with anal sex had been exactly that, too rushed and hasty, as if the guys were afraid she’d suddenly change her mind and were intent on getting their cock in her ass as fast as possible. As a result it had been too soon and very painful, her body resisting it even as she wished it didn’t, clenching and fighting it.

This she hoped would not be the same, though she was anxious and didn’t believe she could relax or that he had some magic way of making it better for her, even though she wanted him to. So far their exploration had been exciting and new, with stuff she hadn’t experienced but enjoyed despite the pain that went with it, the hard wax set over her back a prime example of that. His finger felt nice as he massaged around over her asshole, rubbing into it, starting to press now and she was surprised to find she was able to stay cool and just let him in, instinctively pushing back a little into him and allowing his fingertip to probe into her most intimate hole.

His slippery finger slid into her asshole and she immediately had a wave of reticence, clenching up and pulling forward to push him out of her, mumbling before she settled down again with an apology and resumed the position for him. She wanted to be all he desired her to be, his perfect little submissive fuck doll, but she couldn’t just switch it all off and was still the same old Blake, not his hot, sexy little Slave. Not yet.

Dan teased at her again, more circling and stroking to build her back up before he pressed into her once more, Blake managing to control herself more this time and stop herself reacting, feeling him ease into her tightest hole and slowly penetrate her with his digit that sunk quite easily inside, helped by the abundance of lube he’d applied to her. He pressed quite deep, holding it there and giving her a moment to get used to it, feeling her twitching and threatening to clench around him as she breathed deeply, keeping calm and not letting her body fight her this time.

He worked his finger with a few thrusts, taking his time before he pulled back and pressed a second to her, Blake murmuring in apprehension as she imagined it’d be too much. As he slid two inside her that thought took over and she squeezed, tight sphincter clamping down around him, only he held himself inside her so she clenched on him, muscle fighting against his invading touch which sent a twinge of pain through her and made her give a stuttering cry of pain, that same old sensation striking her again. He held still for a few seconds to let her get over the spasm and then resumed, carefully but powerfully working his fingers in and out of her ass to get her ready.

With nothing left but to get on with it, he slowly withdrew so as not to surprise her into another clench and then swiftly stood in behind her red, spanked ass, the glowing marks perfect evidence of what she’d endured. He squeezed another quick dose of lube onto his fingers and slicked himself, his cock absolutely rock hard, standing up behind her before he pushed it down to her ass and nudged forward to press the bulging head against her tight hole. Blake was breathing deeply in an effort to keep herself calm and not let her nerves get the better of her, feeling him pushing at her, so hard and clearly relishing the opportunity.

She wasn’t wrong; he always loved this moment, giving his girls their first anal sex, or often first decent session of it. That was his aim at least, though some came to him as complete virgins to it and it was up to him to break them in, though that was good as it gave him a chance to introduce them properly. Blake had done it, to her distaste, prior to this so he needed to show her it would be enjoyable as he didn’t want her struggling every time he fucked her ass. He didn’t bother to tell her to relax or take it easy, he knew she was tense and just wanted to get on with it.

His hand slid to her hip and held her firmly before he thrust forward carefully but powerfully to slide himself inside the Hollywood star. She tried to take him, letting him slide into her, her tight ring still holding back his head though despite the lube. He felt her twitch, a squeeze at him that she fought before relaxing again, his cock pausing then slipping forwards slowly into her even as her body still resisted him. She really wasn’t used to such penetration and her asshole just didn’t want to give up, holding on until the last with another quick squeeze before she relaxed again and he surged forward and popped inside with a sharp grunt from her.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, since she’d done well so far to not panic and take him in, his thick cock stretching her asshole out as she tried to relax, little pulses threatening to turn into more as he held her waist and pushed himself slowly into her to get deeper. He got over half way before she twisted with a painful shudder, her sphincter clenching down around him as she winced, groaning in suppressed discomfort as sharp sensations bit through her to make her squeeze up tighter than ever and stop his progress. He just waited for her, having experienced it all before, not trying to continue for his own selfish reasons.

She knew what she had to do, to just give in and let it happen, to have control of her body and refuse to let herself fight it, but it really was a lot easier said than done. There was no doubt he was being careful with her and taking his time, that was a lot better than previous experiences she’d had, but it was still alien to her and she couldn’t stop her natural reactions. He just waited her out though and after she was down clamping down on his cock he pulled back on her hips again and sunk more of himself inside her, more intently than before as he triumphantly pushed his whole length into her and pressed his hips to her sore ass as she mumbled at the pressure of him.

“You’re doing good, Blake,” he said softly, reassuring her.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, not feeling like she was, struggling with the thick sensation of him in her ass, knowing she was only a moment away from a hard clench on the invading member that would only wrack her soul with pain. It was a difficult, if somehow exciting place to be, the danger and possibility of it all part of that new, thrilling angle to all of this, his control of her. He held her firmly, not that she could escape being bound over the bench, and slowly pulled his thick shaft back out of her body.

He loved how tightly she was wrapped around him, glancing down at her asshole hugging every ridge and contour of his cock, loving the sight of it as he fucked Blake Lively in the ass. It was tempting to just go for it and indulge himself, to hold her down and pound on her, to fuck her until she begged for mercy with her safe word…but that would come later. That was the antithesis of what he was doing to her, her introduction to it at his hands, and he had to take his time. Besides, her tightness would only enhance his pleasure.

He pushed himself back into her as she sighed deeply, holding herself together as he started to fuck her slowly, rocking his hips to thrust his length in and out of her, pulling back to almost slip out of her before burying himself to the hilt once more. Blake felt hyper sensitive, like she could feel every shape and bump of him, the ridges of the veins on his cock as it worked in and out of her tightest hole, the flare of his head tugging at her asshole as he pulled right back before he thrust the tip deep inside her again to elicit sensations she’d not felt before.

His pace picked up a bit, feeling her getting into the rhythm and finding more calm in it, able to keep herself together even as she struggled with the sensations of anal sex. She wasn’t sure if it was the physical sensations of it all or the mental knowledge that she was getting fucked in the ass, his thick cock working in and out of her booty to drive all her inner turmoil as she contemplated it, quite unable to lose herself to it. That was until he leaned over and started thrusting with shorter pumps, his hand sliding over her hip and underneath her straight through her shaved landing strip onto her clit.

She murmured in sensation, a mix of overwhelming intensity and pleasure hitting her as his fingers pushed onto her button which was far more sensitive than she’d expected it to be, having quite ignored that as she’d focused on him shoving his cock up her ass. Whilst keeping his thrusts at a steady, practiced rhythm to drive himself full depth into her every time and make her feel the hot, somewhat embarrassing sensations of her punished ass, his fingers started to quite expertly circle around her nub. She shivered and arched her back a little, unable to resist the sweet sensations of his fingertips slipping around her, tingling her nerve endings and making her push against his hand even as her nipple clamps jiggled and pulled at her sensitive chest.

She was still uncomfortable but it was definitely better, a blend of pleasure to go with the discomfort of her first anal sex session in years. As he worked at her clit a shiver of pleasure tingled through her, causing her to pull forwards a little and clench in response. She immediately regretted it and shook hard with a wincing, strained whine of pain that she tried to hold back, pain shooting through her intensely again as her asshole clamped down hard around his thick, invading prick. Blake breathed her way through it even as she was immediately reminded why she hated anal sex and never did it, the twitches of it still making her jolt as she tried to push back into him again.

Dan didn’t take much time giving her a break, continuing on after a few seconds of slower thrusts to fuck her in the ass, getting a bit harder and faster in fact as he plunged into her trembling body. Blake pushed back into him, feeling him shove against her booty as he delved every inch of his cock inside her and stretched her back out. She kept herself calm and didn’t let herself get too carried away, feeling better again but it was still uncomfortable and somewhat undignified; she hated the sensation of it all, how off her game she was as he split her ass in two.

In her focus on how much discomfort she was in, her orgasm was rushing up on her thanks to the ministrations of his fingers. Her distracted mind somehow allowed the actual pleasure she was feeling to build and she suddenly gave a tremble, abs tensing as she realised she was on the brink of climax...with a cock in her ass. It was the first time and she almost tensed at the thought, managing to keep control in the final few moments as his finger probed and circled at her clit to crank her all the way. With an arch of her back, naturally pushing back into him, her breathing became heavy and laboured, gritting her teeth before she exploded in climax.

He just smiled to himself as the Hollywood star shoved back into him as she shuddered powerfully in orgasm, her asshole clamping hard on his cock to make her give a stuttering, gasping groan of pleasure with pain as it shot through her again. She couldn’t stop her muscles spasming and gripping at his thick, hard cock as he continued to plunge it into her ass, driving her onto his finger as it continued to stimulate her delicate button, her hips pinned against the bench even as she shook and writhed in her cascade of sensations. Her gasps became a cry, shouting out her blend of pleasure, pain and somewhat shame to the dungeon as he slammed against her through her moment of ecstasy.

Her legs trembled and she slumped heavier onto the bench, letting it take her weight as her knees felt wobbly, his cock still pounding into her stretched asshole even as it pulsed and twitched nervously around him, the pleasure fading now to give discomfort again even though her pussy was absolutely dripping. It was more uncomfortable and painful in the aftermath as she exhaled sharply, dropping her head as he fucked her, straining to pull her legs together against the polished spreader bar strapped around her thighs. His hands were in her waist now, using the feminine pinch of her body to his advantage now as he pulled back on the flare of her pelvis and used the bondage to pull her tight, picking up his pace to fuck her harder.

Her fingers tightened again as she held onto the legs of the bench and braced herself for what quickly became a proper anal fucking; his pace and power simultaneously increased and she was propelled into a different world, his thrusts shorter and much more intense, getting pounded at twice the rate she had been and suddenly wondering what she’d been complaining about. He pulled back on her tightly as Blake braced herself over the bench, pressing down on the tight nipple clamps again to shove them into her chest uncomfortably but it was better than them shaking with his intense pace.

Her body couldn’t handle the change and she trembled, her body stuttering, wincing as her asshole squeezed again, only this time it just seemed unable to settle and her body started giving little pulses, hard grips on his cock as if constantly testing he was still there, making her wince and cry harshly through her rapid breathing.

“Get used to it,” he said abruptly, breaking her thoughts and sending a cold rush through her.

“This is how I’ll fuck you sometimes, as my sub you’ll do as I want,” he continued, pumping hard on her with his iron hard cock.

“Yes...sir…” she managed through her struggling breaths, feeling him slamming into her, his hips pounding into her tender ass that was starting to really hurt as the pain of the punishment she’d received sank in. Her flesh was hot and swelling a little, deep red marks covering her ass that he slammed into, her booty deliciously compressing under his hips with every fast thrust. Unless she cried her safe word all she could do was endure it and she resolved to do so, not wanting him to break her again as he had with the cane.

She knew it wouldn’t be long however as he was so hard inside her, pumping her full depth with intensity she’d only felt when he was finished with her in the brief encounters so far and she assumed, and hoped, that meant he was building up to climax. Blake was right, he was wrapping up and letting himself enjoy it now, wanting to finish her off with a hard anal pounding to give her a taste of what was expected. He knew she was struggling but she would learn and in the meantime she would please her new master regardless, her asshole tight and flexing as he slammed into her, her tight breaths and grumble telling him she was assuming her new, submissive role and doing it for his pleasure.

It was exactly what he wanted and with a tightening of his grip he pulled back and slammed it into top gear, smashing her harder and faster than ever with short, deep thrusts that made her choke and then let out a series of short, overwhelmed moans as her eyes squeezed shut, barely able to handle it as his cock drove the deepest it had into her ass. She was completely lost to it all, the pain of her twitching sphincter, his tip driving new sensations deep within her, hips slapping her tender booty and the general domination of her...she was now just his fuck doll.

She shuddered with relief as she felt him swell just a little more and then slam against her, cock pulsing powerfully as he exploded inside her, groaning with relief as he growled in ecstasy. She joined him with a growl of discomfort as he shoved against her ass, holding himself deep and driving himself slowly, hungrily against her sore ass as his thick shaft bucked and jumped in her most forbidden hole, emptying his balls deep inside her even as she fleetingly thought it wouldn’t be so tight right then after what he’d done to her.

His climax weakened, Dan squeezing himself to empty every last bit of himself inside her with a few final clenches before he trembled and stood up, leaning back a little and trailing his hands down her body, looking down to her shaking below him, absolutely covered in sweat and gasping hard in the aftermath. He pulled back quite suddenly and made her gasp as his still significant cock popped out of her ass, thick head pulling perfectly out of her after a moments hesitation to leave her gaping. Much to her embarrassment he grabbed her ass and spread her wide to make her asshole gape wide open, smiling as Blake tried to squeeze shut with a wince of pain then gave up, completely displayed for him.

“That’s nice, pleased with that,” he murmured, loving breaking her in and leaving her completely tired and broken. Releasing her, he stood back and then laid a sharp, sudden spank on her that made her clench hard and howl with pain, a cold rush going through her as her hot skin prickled, pain shuddering through her booty like she’d not felt from a spank as her already wounded flesh was subjected to one last punishment.

“Good girl,” he said, pushing his hair back and turning away from her, stepping away with a satisfied sigh as he gave a stretch. He left her quivering over the bench as he did his trousers up and just took a few moments to relax and take it all in, looking at his new conquest bound and broken over the bench. He decided to leave her for a moment to just recover in place, her breathing starting to settle as she got her bearings, heading upstairs again to leave it all behind and go to the kitchen. It was a deliberate move to give her some moments alone to collect herself. He fetched her some juice, as he had previously, along with some chocolate. He paused to collect the large white gown from the cupboard again and then casually headed back downstairs into their playroom.

She was quiet, not fighting the bondage or looking around, simply taking it calmly and breathing slowly. He stood the juice down as he approached and then walked over to her, standing beside her before laying his hands gently on her back; she flinched a little, not sure what to expect before he stroked her blonde hair softly and ran his hands down her hot, sticky body but avoided her marked, painful ass. At the end of a session he loved how they looked, loved the evidence of what they’d endured and taken, especially now as Blake was the first woman of such calibre to join him for this and she’d done surprisingly well and taken a lot of punishment in the process. He knew she would do well if she kept up this submissive work ethic, but that would be for future sessions.

“Slave, we’re done.”

“Sir?” she asked, confused, somewhat expecting him to continue.

“That’s all for today, you’ve done well,” he said, moving to release her leg spreader bar.

“Thank you, sir,” she mumbled, an unseen blush warming her cheeks. She felt stupidly proud, like she shouldn’t or that it was silly to be proud of what she’d just done, but she felt it nonetheless. He released the bar, unstrapping the leather cuffs from her thighs which left marks from how hard she’d been fighting them, a wide band pressed into her soft skin on both legs. Blake couldn’t deny the relief she felt being freed and stood up, legs together with a murmur as the stiffness inhibited her while he moved to her handcuffs, reaching under her to release them and holding her back so she let him undo both of them from her.

“Are we done, sir?” she asked, mumbled as she stood up from her prone position over the bench, feeling the wax crack from her back and rubbing at the hard marks driving into her wrists where she’d been wrenching against the cuffs. Her fingers ached from how hard she’d been gripping the legs of it, moving them slowly as she tried to get some proper sensations back. She grimaced a little at the large nipple clamps shaking and jiggling on her, tugging at her nipples and reaching up to unclip them, carefully prying them open and sighing in relief as she got them off.

“Yes Blake, you’re off the clock,” he smiled.

“Thank god,” she sighed, more a breath than words, physically and emotionally slumping down as she leaned on the bench, body sagging as she was suddenly freed...and felt every single thing he’d done to her. The weight of it all seemed so much, reverting back to being Blake rather than the person, the character she’d wanted to be for him, able to take in all the exhaustion of it, the sheer tiredness, the heat across her ass and her gaping, abused asshole.

“Come here,” he urged, taking her carefully and guiding her to a chair he’d set up without her noticing, moving her to it and then lowering her down. She winced and twisted away as her painful, abused ass touched it, pain reminding her what she’d been through.

“Careful,” he smiled, sympathetic to what she was feeling as he’d seen it dozens of times before.

“You’ll be feeling that for days, just try and take it slow and you’ll manage.”

“Days?” she asked, already regretting it.

“Well...maybe over a week. It depends on you personally,” he said. Blake stared at him incredulously for a moment.

“A week? I...damn,” she murmured, carefully sitting on the seat at an angle.

“It’s always worst the first time.”

“I’ll have to take your word on that,” she retorted carefully, with enough respect to get away with it.

“Trust me, you’ll be fine,” he said, stepping away to grab the juice and hand it to her, Blake gratefully taking a drink of the cold, sweet beverage. She needed it now just to cool down and it definitely helped steady her nerves as she knew her hands were shaking, the huge spikes of adrenaline and endorphins playing havoc with her body. She felt safe as he threw the large white gown around her shoulders and wrapped her up, letting her take time to collect herself and slide her arms into it as he paused to unfasten the thick leather “BITCH” collar and pull it from her slender neck, freeing her completely.

“So, how do you feel?” he asked as she sat down on it properly, feeling comfortable wrapped up.

“I...don’t know,” she replied honestly.

“Perfect answer,” he smiled, opening the chocolate and snapping off some squares to hand to her. It was an important recovery food and Blake took it without question, biting it as she waited for his answer.

“Really? How’s that perfect?”

“Because this is all a huge experience and if you came out with and absolutely clear focus, I don’t think I’d have trained you properly.”

“Fair enough, it was a lot to deal with,” she said as she took more chocolate from him.

“I threw a lot at you, and you did well, very well for a first timer.”

“Thank you, sir,” she smiled, looking down.

“You don’t have to call me sir right now,” he reminded her.

“I know it just...feels right,” she said quietly. He didn’t need to respond to that, it was all he could hope to hear. They shared a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes as she finished her juice and recovered, feeling much more herself again before he spoke.

“As I told you last time, this could all have quite an effect on you mentally. You might feel elated about all this for hours or days, or equally depressed and suffer from sub drop which can really get you down.”

“I remember, you told me yesterday and I did look it up,” she said, since she had checked out a few things he’d mentioned.

“Good, well it’s real so keep it in mind. If you feel that and need someone to talk to, you call me, any time day or night. I’m here to work through this with you, so don’t struggle alone,” he assured her, and she could tell he meant it.

“Thank you, Dan,” she smiled, breaking the tension a little but also cementing their bond a little further.

“Go and get a shower, freshen up, it’s an en-suite from my room. You know the way, I’ll catch up,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks,” she said, handing him the glass and standing up slowly from the chair, pleased to get off her tortured ass. She also felt oddly self-conscious, as if being in front of him naked now was somehow embarrassing, but she pushed that aside and just dropped the towel over one arm, walking with what she hoped was confidence to the stairs and up them, hiding her discomfort as she used her muscles properly to climb the steps. Dan just watched her go, loving the dark red marks that were covering her ass and swelling hotly for her, leaving her with a lasting reminder of their first session.

Blake found his bathroom as directed and shut the door behind her, taking a deep breath in her first moment alone as she tried to make sense of it all. It had been a hell of an experience, a step into a completely new world that had come with a sting. She had enjoyed it, loved parts of it even, but also hated bits of it and wore the marks and lasting pain to show it. Unsure of how she was meant to feel, she just coolly breathed and figured she’d make sense of it later, pulling the hairbands out and getting his shower going to slip under the hot water to refresh herself. Her hands moved over her tired body and caressed her worked-over curves, the water just encapsulating her and letting her relax for a few minutes as she washed her troubles away.

She came out of the bathroom to find him waiting for her in the bedroom, her clothes laid out neatly on the bed including her damp satin panties that she’d used as a gag.

“Good shower?” he asked casually.

“Yeah great, feel so much better,” she said as she rubbed the towel through her hair.

“Good. I hope you’ve found today...intriguing. I won’t ask if you enjoyed it, I know some of it was hard for you.

“Yes some of it was really tough,” she conceded. It had been without doubt but she felt compelled to do it again, to do better.

“But you took it great, I’m really pleased,” he smiled.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling back.

“We’ll arrange our next session. Next time I want you to work on obedience and do exactly as I tell you, when I tell you,” he said, taking a sterner tone.

“I’ll try,” she said, trying to take it on board, knowing there were moments she’d failed that as he’d said she would.

“And I want you shave your pussy completely smooth for me,” he added. Blake, who had been taking a final rub through her hair as she stood gorgeously naked in front of him paused and looked down over her body at her neat, dark landing strip of pubic hair.

“Ok, no problem. I’ll tell my waxer to change it up and…” she said before he cut her off.

“No, shave. I want you to shave it yourself. Take your time with the razor and think about why you’re doing it, how you’re doing it for me, as I ordered you to,” he said authoritatively. Blake looked into his eyes, silence for a moment before she spoke.

“I...sure, I’ll shave it for you.”

“Your clothes are here, I’ll let you get dressed,” he said, turning to step out of the room.

“You don’t have to leave,” she blurted out, wanting him to watch her.

“I mean...if you want to stay, there’s hardly any reason for me to be modest,” she finished.

“If you insist,” he replied with a wink and leaned back against the door frame to watch her. Blake liked his eyes on her, his appreciation of her physical form as she picked up the bra and easily pulled it on, clasping it and then grabbing the sandy coloured top, pulling it over her head with an arch of her back that displayed her toned abs. The actress decided to dispense with the thong, taking them home in her handbag instead, and picked up the tight jeans, fumbling them to the right place and stepping into them, making sure to bend over for him to give him a final look at her beaten ass and her plump pussy bulging between her thighs before she pulled them up and tugged them gingerly over her booty.

It was getting on into the afternoon, past four already, Blake surprised how long she’d been lost in their intense bondage session. He took her downstairs and let her take a last glance down into the dungeon, longing both to get away from it and to return, to explore and experience more. It was a dichotomy of thoughts that made her both hesitant and eager to leave as he showed her to the door.

“Until next time then,” he said.

“Yeah. When will that be?” she asked, a little more eagerly than she’d intended.

“We’ll talk shortly and arrange it. For now go home and relax, take it all in.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied as she looked into his eyes, then away bashfully. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining intimately as his arm pulled around her back, his other hand at her breast for a last squeeze before he released her. She took a breath before giving a cute bite of her lip and ending things, turning to the door and letting herself out to walk down the steps to her waiting SUV, the grey vehicle her own private sanctuary as she approached it.

Dan watched her and she couldn’t help stealing a glance back at the man that had dominated her so thoroughly, handling and controlling her with a frustrating ease that made her melt. She focused again and resolved not to look back again, getting into her car and wincing again at the pain in her ass, knowing it would take days to fade and she would feel it, reminded every time at how she’d gotten it, for a while. Despite her resolve, she couldn’t help a final glance at him before she slid on her dark sunglasses and started the car, shoving it into drive and pulling away to head back to her normal life. Dan closed the door, pleased with his work and relishing what was to come.

Blake made her way home, the traffic horrible as always but was relieved to get home to a quiet house. Her husband was still out at work and her children were still out at various activities giving her time to relax a little. She trudged upstairs and threw herself down on the bed, pushing her hair back and taking it with deep breaths as she tried to process it all, a tumble of excitement, curiosity, regret and guilt washing through her for various, obvious reasons. She patted herself down idly and felt something in her pocket, realising it was her wedding ring and immediately feeling a rush of nerves.

She’d been so caught up with it all that she’d forgotten to put it back on after her shower, driving home half concentrating. Quickly pulling it from her pocket, she shoved it firmly onto her finger, twisting and turning it to push it past her knuckle, back to where it should be. Pulling herself back up, she went into her en-suite bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, trying to somehow see more than what was reflected in the glass before her as she surveyed her exhausted expression, the lack of sleep showing on her bare skin.

Stepping back, she stripped naked, hurling the top off and following it with the bra, quickly undoing her jeans and shoving them down, pausing to get her boots off before she was able to dispense with them and leave herself completely nude. Blake looked at herself, studying her curvy nudity, taking it all in as if it were different to what she’d seen hundreds of times before. Stripped back without a scrap of make-up on as it had been rudely removed, her knees scuffed and red, pure and submissive for him, well as best as she’d managed. One thing she knew wasn’t the same was her ass and she turned in the mirror, looking over her shoulder to survey the damage.

“Fuck,” she breathed as she saw the array of criss-crossed marks on her, the wide, deep red blows across her nice round booty, the hard ones that were turning purple as the bruises came out already, a seemingly never ending cacophony of abuse to her bum from the top of her thighs to her lower back. She had no idea how she would hide it from her husband until it faded. Tentatively, she reached out and ran her hand over it, tingling at the sting of the mere touch, feeling the heat of her injured body and giving a shuddering breath as she couldn’t help but squeeze herself.

It hurt, but she was compelled to do it again, a bit harder with a squeeze that made her quake...and made her pussy clench. It hurt, she’d almost hated it as he’d done it and trained her until she’d broken and begged for him to stop, crying her safe word to give herself a break. But now, she felt the arousal from it, loving that he’d given her something she’d never felt before, new, her ass marked as she’d never experienced. Sinking down onto the side of the bath tub, she winced at the pain then spread her legs, pushing her fingers over her landing strip and straight to her waiting, engorged clit. Her fingers immediately danced, making her shudder and groan in pleasure.

She strummed herself expertly, her technique practised to perfection as she circled and teased herself, absolutely alight with pleasure and so hot she was ready to burst. Blake remembered how he’d treated her, how he’d dominated and owned her, used her as a plaything and not been at all phased by her celebrity status. It was so hot, to know how he could make her do anything he wanted, how he’d struck her, fucked her, made her ass gape wider than she’d ever felt before. She shivered as she felt his thick load leak from her asshole, exploding into orgasm as she realised she couldn’t wait for their next session and would be everything he’d asked. Obedient...and freshly shaved.

She would be his, all he wanted, his toy...his submissive fuck doll.
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To be continued.

Big thanks to Ghost for helping create, plan, check and edit this story.

As usual, please send me Feedback if you have any thoughts or ideas. I like reading your feedback and suggestions, so please drop me a line.

[Toaster22]

Whew, you followed up on part 1 great!

[flawed_existence]

Great story. Felt like a real sexual exploration, loved it.

[sammycolt]

This is shaping up to be a hall of fame level series. Great job!

[diamond_luv]

Not a celeb I like, but damn your writing is enough to put me in the mood. It took me a while to read last week but that's always a good thing, the longer the story the better.

[Cadeauxxx]

This was great, so sorry it took me forever to leave you some feedback. I think you've outdone me when it comes to Blake, nothing but respect to you.

[Viri]

Classic

[TufanProtocol]

It's been a year now since you posted this chapter. I hope you haven't abandoned this series!

[Noj]

No don't worry, the third part is planned to be written after my current story. I know it's been a long break but it's on its way!