As the glass of Forest Glen Merlot caressed my palate, my thoughts were of Beth, there in the Punish Room, waiting patiently. I could not believe how well she had transitioned from a loving, caring girlfriend into a "slave-slut" almost overnight. During the few months we had dated, there had never been even the remotest hint of her seemingly innate submissiveness. To the contrary, she had often been more of the aggressor in our love-making. She was bold; she knew what she wanted and, more often than not, found a way to get it. I was happy in our relationship and would have remained happy even if there had not been a sudden turn of events.
I gathered my thoughts and headed back to the Punish Room. Beth looked beautiful, her arms high above her head, her head cocked to the side, her backside still sporting a red glow from her first whipping.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"My arms hurt like hell, David. Please let me down," she implored.
I moved in front of her. The chrome chain of the nipple clamps formed a "U" shape between her lovely breasts. Her nipples seemed none the worse for wear, but I knew it would be extremely painful for her when I removed the clamps. I reached up and undid each of the ropes from her wrist cuffs. As she let each arm come down, I had her shake them vigorously to help regain feeling in them. I took a handkerchief and wiped her forehead that was covered with tiny beads of sweat.
Reaching behind her head, I undid the tie holding the blindfold in place. I let the blindfold fall into my hands. She blinked repeatedly as the first light entered her eyes, but they soon focused on me. A weary half-smile formed on her lips.
I sensed that she was trying to say something, but couldn't form quite the right words. "That was fucking unbelievable," she finally said.
I took her hand and led her to a bed in the back of the room, then helped her body sag into the mattress. I sat next to her, brushing my fingers against her still sweaty brow.
"Do you want me to take the alligator clips off of your nipples?" I asked.
"No, not yet," she replied with that same tired half-smile. "I just need to rest a bit. I'll be fine."
She looked so gorgeous lying there in her nakedness, her breasts rising with each breath, the soft brown curls of her cunny forming an inviting "V" at the base of her abdomen. Her legs were only slightly splayed. I could tell she was fully enjoying her respite from the previous session.
"I am very proud of you," I said.
Her smile was wide this time. "I am proud of myself, Master. I didn't think I could take that much pain."
"You get more tolerant of the pain each time. It kind of grows on you."
She took a deep breath, letting out all of the feelings inside her body. "Hanging there like that, unable to protect myself. It felt so nice to be like that. And the whipping. Wow! I thought it would never end, and when it did I wanted it to go on."
I laughed. "I had to go easy on you the first time."
"Easy? That was easy?"
"I have much worse for you in my bag of tricks, my dear."
She looked up at me, her puppy-dog eyes wide open. "I'll be good for you. I promise. I want you always to be proud of me."
I leaned down and kissed her fully and deeply. Her arms went around my head and pulled me even tighter into the prolonged kiss. When we broke the kiss, I smiled. "I think Beth wants her reward."
She laughed, fully, for the first time this entire evening. Her hand moved almost unnoticeably to my thigh, then quickly grasped the hardness inside my jeans. "Might this be my reward?" she asked coyly.
"It would be for only the most deserving of subjects," I replied.
She squeezed harder. "I'm very deserving, I think."
"Then I think it is time for another first," I said.
She looked at me inquisitively.
"You told me just a few minutes ago that all of your openings were mine. So far I have been acquainted with only two them."
Her face turned a beet red. She bit her lower lip. "You mean back there?" she asked.