Chapter 18 #2
Headmaster Wallace stands up and introduces the new Dom. “This is Marquis Gray. He is an expert with the flogger and is a trainer at the Submissive Training Center in Los Angeles. He has honored us tonight by agreeing to demonstrate his skill with all of you.”
He has honored us tonight by agreeing to demonstrate his skill with you.”
I hear Amethyst suck in her breath.
I trust that must be a good sign and stand up even straighter with my head bowed. Up until now, I have yet to find an instrument that has really challenged me, so I’m brimming with excitement to give this one a try.
“Eyes on me,” the new trainer states in a voice that commands obedience. He is dressed in a dark gray suit, black tie, and stylish dress shoes.
I immediately look up and watch as he slowly walks down the line of us, scanning each student. He stops when he comes to Nash and stares at him for several moments in silence before continuing.
He stops again when he reaches me. I struggle not to fidget under his penetrating gaze. His eyes seem to pierce me to the depths of my soul, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief when he moves on.
Marquis Gray motions toward a table on the stage. I note that it’s set various tools—including several different styles of floggers. “I have brought a selection of floggers that meet the needs of varying levels of experience.”
I feel a rush of excitement as I stare at them.
“Which of you would like to scene with me today?” he asks.
All but Pixie Girl raises their hand.
“Since we only have a limited amount of time, I can only choose one of you.”
When I notice his gaze move back to Nash, I start to get nervous.
I can’t miss this opportunity! To get his attention, I put my palms together and bow my head lower, silently begging Marquis Gray to pick me.
After several agonizing moments, I hear him call my name. I glance up to see Nash shooting daggers at me with his eyes, but I don’t care.
After seeing Anton, I really needed something positive to boost my spirits.
Marquis Gray walks onto the small stage and calls out, “Miss Lane, take off your corset and shoes and join me on the stage.”
I quickly remove them and smile at Amethyst, who looks both pleased and a little jealous when I pass by her. But I immediately wipe the grin off my face when I join the distinguished Master on the stage.
My heart skips a beat when he walks up and lifts my chin.
Marquis Gray is much more intimidating up close, and I struggle to breathe as I stare into his obsidian eyes.
But I have been longing for a challenge like this, and it’s hard to hide my excitement.
I’m certain I will exceed his expectations based on my impact scene with Mistress Kim’s dragon’s tail.
“Tonight, you will address me as Marquis.”
My voice betrays my eagerness when I answer, “Yes, Marquis!”
I feel butterflies as I watch him take off his jacket and lay it on the table before undoing the buttons of his cuffs and slowly rolling up his sleeves.
“Kneel,” he commands.
I glance at my classmates as I kneel on the floor. Then I bow my head, eager to begin this scene with the respected trainer.
“Stand and serve me,” he says in a low voice.
When I do, he picks up a strip of silk from the table. “I want you to concentrate on the sensations I create.”
My heart beats faster when I feel the softness of the silk against my eyes, and a thrill runs up my spine when he secures it behind my head.
The blindfold strips away a little of my cockiness, making me feel more vulnerable.
But I like that Marquis Gray is challenging me, because I know this will help intensify the experience.
He turns me so I am facing the panel, and commands, “Kneel before your trainers.”
I smile as I lower myself to the floor, trusting I will make them proud.
“We will begin by warming up, Miss Lane. I want your endorphins to flow before I start.”
I hear him pick something up from the table. “Hold out your hands.”
When I do, he places the object in them. “Tell me what this is.”
I run my hands over the pliable object, then lift it to my nose before giving my answer. “A leather glove.”
“Quite right,” he answers in a sultry tone.
Taking it from me, he tells my classmates, “To give my submissive the fullest experience, I first warm up the skin to prepare her for impact play.”
I feel the hard slap of his glove against my skin. It feels like a gentle kiss, and I grin.
“You enjoy that?” he asks.
“Yes, Marquis,” I confidently answer.
He then slaps every inch of my back in a rhythmic pattern before setting it down.
Addressing the class again, he says, “Never allow an amateur to practice flogging on you. This instrument can cause serious injury in the hands of a novice Dominant. They must understand the areas on the body that can be flogged without causing damage before they ever touch you.”
I hear him pick up something new from the table.
“Hands out, Miss Lane.”
I dutifully hold them up and smile when I feel the leather tendrils of a flogger. I grasp the long handle in one hand while running my fingers through the leather tails with the other. Holding it up to smell it, I purr in delight, enjoying the earthy smell of conditioned leather.
Let the fun begin…I think when he takes it away.
I hear a thud as he places a small piece of furniture in front of me. “You will lean against this stool for support. You must remain still at all times.” He then parts my hair and gently gathers it forward so my back is completely exposed.
I then hear the sharp click of his dress shoes as he takes his stance behind me. I hold my breath, envisioning his arm cocking back before he takes the first swing.
When the multiple tails strike my back, I let out a quiet sigh of disappointment.
“Color?” he asks.
“Green, Marquis. I barely feel it.”
“Interesting.”
He lashes my back a second time with greater strength.
“Color.”
“Still green, Marquis,” I answer in anticipation of what’s to come.
When he delivers a much harder stroke, my body rocks from the impact.
“Lean against the stool. You will need its support.”
I eagerly do as he says and break out in a big grin when I hear the music of Mozart fill the room.
It’s like I was made for this moment, and I can’t wait to impress him with how much I can take.
Bracing myself against the stool, I shiver with excitement when he leans in close and says, “Let us begin.”
The tails of the flogger lash my back as he releases each stroke in time with the music. After multiple strokes, I’m still left unsatisfied, feeling nothing, and cry out, “Harder, harder!”
Just as things seem to be ramping up, his lashes suddenly stop.
I tremble with anticipation as I wait, begging, “Please, Marquis!”
The music cuts out, and the room becomes deadly silent.
Confused, I hear him set down the flogger and walk toward me. Leaning close to my ear, he states in a quiet voice, “We’re done here.”
My heart constricts when Marquis Gray takes off my blindfold and steps away.
What did I do wrong? I whimper silently.