He pointed to the floor between himself and the spanking stool. “On your knees.”
She folded herself gracefully into position and he clenched his teeth as he struggled to contain his impulse to haul her onto his lap and impale her on his erection. His cock surged, the blood pounding through him in strong steady beats, as he surveyed her down bent head. He needed to maintain control; he had to think of something other than enveloping himself inside her. His mind scrabbled to come up with anything other than her, and then he remembered her curiosity at the cabinet.
“You were looking in the cabinet.” He reached out and wrapped her hair around his hand. He pulled her head back and looked into her eyes. “Which of my toys did you like best?” His voice was no louder than a harsh whisper and he mentally berated himself for letting her get to him.
“I didn’t really choose a favorite.” Her words were stilted and low.
“But something in the cabinet interested you.” He watched as her shoulders tensed. “What was it?”
“I wouldn’t say it interested me.” She lifted her head and looked warily at him. “I just wasn’t sure what it was.”
“Describe it to me.”
She briefly described the shape and color of the object that had drawn her attention, and he smiled inwardly.
“Do you know which toy I mean?”
“I do.” He smiled broadly, as he relished the prospect of introducing her to the toy. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“But what is it for?”
“I think perhaps it is better that I show you.” She tensed and looked slightly apprehensive, but did not object.
“Now, however, it is time for your punishment.” He indicated the sloping stool in front of her. “Climb aboard.”
When she didn’t move, he repeated his command. “Now, Chloe! I do not want to have to repeat myself again tonight. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She gingerly moved toward the stool. He snagged an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the stool shaped in an inverted ‘v’ position. Her top half lay on the cushion-padded slope and she had to stretch out her arms to reach the handholds at the bottom of the slope to help her maintain her balance. Her legs relaxed against the opposite slope as her behind rested on the well-padded apex. He bent and swiftly cuffed her ankles to the sides of the stool and awaited her objections. When none were forthcoming, he walked around and manacled her wrists to the front of the frame.
He ran his fingers around and under the restraints. “Comfortable?”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded excited and he struggled to contain his moan of arousal.
He adjusted a lever and the stool position altered slightly. It didn’t move far, but it was enough to stretch her legs and have her standing on the tips of her toes. The position would allow her little advantage against him. She would have no choice but to submit to his mastery of her body.
She gave a small whimper and he stroked her back gently. “It’s alright. There’s nothing to be frightened of.” He continued to caress down her back and across her buttocks in a very non-sexual way as he waited for her to calm down. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, sir.” His heart lurched at her continued use of the phrase and he wondered if she was truly coming to accept him as her master.
He had to remind himself that she was new to all of this and to slow things down. He crouched at the front of the stool and lifted her head in order that he could look into her eyes. “The lesson I was aiming to teach this morning was about control. As your Dom it is my right to grant or deny your pleasure.” Her eyes widened as if he had shocked her, but she didn’t say a word. “When I tell you to close your eyes, I don’t expect to see you gazing at me. When I demand silence, I don’t want to hear a word. When I ask you not to move, I expect you to keep still. In here, you call me Master. Do you understand?”
“No buts, Chloe. Those are the rules of this game.” His tone was harsher than he had ever used with her before, but he wanted to make sure that she understood his intent. “What I demand, you give. Unless of course,” he quantified his statement, “you decide to safe word.”
He held his breath as he awaited her response. When she said nothing he released his hold and stood up moving out of her line of vision.
He continued to talk to her as he wandered over to his cabinet to withdraw several of his favorite toys. “We’re going to have a little session where you will practice self-control.” He ran the anal beads that had so fascinated her, through his fingers. “I am going to teach you some new pleasures, sweetheart. You can move as much as the stool allows. You can scream as loud as you want, this room is soundproof.” He had returned to her side in time to hear her gasp aloud and he bent and whispered in her ear, “The one thing you are not allowed to do is cum.”
She turned her head and looked him straight in the eye. “That’s cruel!”
“Wrong, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “It’s control. Its pleasure beyond what you can currently imagine. It’s an exquisite form of torture.”
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From an early age she was an avid reader. She became engrossed in reading romance novels in her early teens and promised herself that one day she would sit down and write her own.
Glenda is now living the dream… and enjoying every minute of it. She writes romantic tales with light BDSM overtones. They may be tales of Domination and submission, but you are guaranteed a romance with a Happy Ever After ending!
Glenda now lives on the Fylde Coast of England with her own hero. She has a grown up son and four beautiful grand-daughters – the fourth born in last month.
Having worked for many years as an Accountant, she loves being able to let her creative imagination run wild as she creates romantic stories for you to enjoy.