Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Camille
With her back to Freddy, Camille took several slow, deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.
This felt easy. Too easy? Or was she just distrustful because everything had been such a struggle for so long? Or maybe it felt easy because she was finally able to relax and be herself. To embrace her dominant side and let it free again.
Hearing the rustle of clothing behind her as Freddy followed her instructions, she smiled and opened the wardrobe. She’d looked in it earlier, so she’d known it was full of toys, but she hadn’t looked too closely. Part of her hadn’t believed she would need to know what it contained.
The assortment was vast. Clamps of various sizes and tensions, insertables of all shapes and sizes, an entire basket full of lubes, cock cages, oils, masks, restraints…
pretty much any of the standard equipment a Dominant could ask for.
Julie had told her if she had special requests—things for edge play like fire or needles—she would need to call in to the front desk.
Just like a regular hotel, except they delivered so much more than toothpaste.
She was fairly certain it was also for safety reasons, which she approved of.
Despite the temptations the wardrobe offered, she kept her choices judicious.
She and Freddy had just met, and she still needed to get a feel for his likes and dislikes, his turn-ons and tolerances.
Not because she thought they were going to play again, necessarily, but she never wanted to push a sub past what they could handle, and that was impossible to know during a first scene.
Was she playing it a little safe? Absolutely. If things went well, the next time she’d let loose a little more.
Next time?
Yes. Definitely.
I’m not going back.
The thoughts slid through her head in the background, an acknowledgement she’d reopened a door she hadn’t realized she’d closed, and it felt too good to go back through it.
One night of being herself wasn’t going to be enough.
Maybe she had to close herself off and shut herself down at work, but she could come to Stronghold or Marquis when she was done for the day.
She didn’t have to live like that.
And she didn’t want to anymore.
“Insertable toys are okay?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress.” There was no mistaking the eagerness in his tone, so that answered that.
Holding the package of a brand new anal probe—Julie had explained that any packaged toys opened would be charged to her card—and a small tube of lube, Camille closed the wardrobe door and stepped to the side to pick up one of the floggers hanging on the wall.
The long, thick leather strands were knotted at the end and should give Freddy the ‘thuddy’ sensation he said he liked.
When she turned around, Freddy was completely naked and kneeling next to the spanking bench, where he’d previously been standing.
Seeing his legs spread, hands resting palm up on his knees, his cock standing at attention, with his head bowed, waiting for her…
something clicked in her head, like a puzzle piece locking into place.
This was what her life had been missing. What she’d been craving. What she’d needed. She felt right, in a way she hadn’t in months. Years.
No, I am definitely not losing this part of me again.
Julie had been right. This was exactly what she needed. And they hadn’t really gotten started yet.
“Good boy,” she said, calming even more as she drank in the sight of him—a man willingly kneeling at her feet who meant it.
Not something easy to find, though it was admittedly less difficult when in a kink club, but not guaranteed.
“I like seeing you waiting there for me. You have a very nice pose.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“I’m on birth control, not that we’ll necessarily have sex tonight. Is there any other reason for protection?”
“No, Mistress. I’m tested regularly and I haven’t scened sexually with anyone since my last test.”
Maybe it had just been way too long, but she swore Freddy glowed more than any other sub she’d scened with.
He described himself as a service sub, so she would have acknowledged any task well done, but his reaction made her want to pile on the compliments.
His reaction to her words gave her both a sense of power and peace.
“I think we’ll start with the spanking bench. You may get up and put yourself in position.”
He might be the most graceful man she’d ever seen, even among other experienced subs.
Freddy didn’t just stand. He flowed to his feet, muscles rippling the whole way.
He had a very nice physique, with lots of long lean muscles that looked just right on his swimmer’s frame and those fun little notches men got at their hips.
He’d mentioned wax play, and she had the sudden urge to get out some candles and matches and fill those notches up…
Maybe another time... if he wanted to play again after tonight.
So far, she hadn’t seen anything that would indicate otherwise.
Despite being experienced and obviously practiced, he was eager to play with her.
Which gave her another boost of confidence.
It was one thing for the other Dominants to accept her when Julie had introduced her as a Domme.
It was another for a sub who was literally putting his body, his pain and his pleasure, into her hands.
Padding silently around the bench, Freddy draped himself over it. Whoever had last used or positioned it had set it up for someone Freddy’s height. Dammit. Five bucks Freddy was who Julie had picked out for Camille. She had the sudden suspicion she’d been played.
But that wasn’t Freddy’s fault, and really, could she fault Julie’s choice? No. No, she couldn’t.
“Very good,” she said, putting the probe and lube on a nearby table. Those were for later, after she finished the flogging. Walking over, she ran her hand down Freddy’s back, and he sighed with enjoyment as she ran her palm over the curve of his very cute ass.
She loved a man with a good butt.
The flogger hung down at her side. The spanking bench wasn’t the ideal setup for flogging, but it worked for both of the things she wanted to do, and she didn’t feel like moving around too much.
Easing back into things.
This way, she wouldn’t have to mess around with restraints or anything else.
“What’s your safeword?”
“I use the stoplight system, Mistress. Green, Yellow, Red.”
Camille nodded. Not everyone used a special safeword, and she liked the stoplight system.
Some subs would push it if they only had a word for ‘stop’ instead of also being able to request a slowdown or a pause.
Since she and Freddy were new to each other, she felt that having ‘yellow’ was a necessity.
He sighed happily as she stroked her hand down his back and buttocks again.
“Very good, Freddy. Let’s get started then.”
Stepping back, she lifted the flogger.
Freddy
Thuddy delights rained down on Freddy’s skin as Mistress Camille flogged him.
He groaned with pleasure, flexing his shoulders.
This wasn’t the first time he’d been flogged while being bent over, but most Dominants preferred a standing position.
There was something nice about not having to keep his feet while the stingy, thuddy pleasure of the leather stroked his back and ass.
The knots on the flogger could have hurt, if she’d been swinging hard enough, but she was starting off light. He didn’t object. The build felt nice.
After about thirty seconds, she paused. He heard her coming closer, then her hand rubbed over his shoulders and back again, touching skin much more sensitive than it had been before.
Shivering in reaction, his fingers tightened on the grips as his cock jerked where it was trapped between his body and the leather padding of the bench.
“How are you doing, Freddy?”
“Very, very green, Mistress. Please don’t stop.” There was a small plea in his voice. While he appreciated her caution, he could take so much more.
He wanted so much more.
She chuckled, changing her touch so it was her nails against his skin—not hard, but enough to send another shiver up and down his spine. The new sensation crawled over him, and he rolled his shoulders in response.
Then she stepped away, and he heard the swish just before the flogger landed again.
It thudded against his skin, the knots hitting deep, and he sank into the sensations.
Yes, it hurt a little, but in the way a really good massage hurt, and he could feel himself relaxing further and further.
Without the imperative to keep himself on his feet, with the bench taking the entirety of his weight, he was able to completely let go.
He was aware of her pause, then she stepped forward to run her hands over his freshly flogged skin, checking in with him again, and her conscientiousness allowed his brain to relax, too. This was bliss.
By the time it stopped, he wasn’t quite in subspace, but he wasn’t far off. His body hummed, the backs of his shoulders and his ass exquisitely sensitive. She’d done a fantastic job of avoiding his lower back, keeping the thuddy strands in all the places it was safe to flog.
Something cool and slick pressed against his anus as her warm palm came to rest on his lower back.
Freddy whimpered at the slight stretch. Too small to be a plug and not tapered enough—she must be using a wand or a probe.
The small sting of insertion didn’t compare to the pleasure as his nerve endings tingled to life, the feeling of fullness spreading as the probe pushed deeper.
Then she turned it on, and he cried out as the vibrations hit.
His muscles clenched around the slim shaft, hips rocking forward and rubbing his cock between him and the bench, adding to the hot pleasure.
The relaxed bubble of bliss he’d been floating in popped as pure erotic ecstasy burst inside him.
The wand went in deeper, then pulled out, the vibrations sending him into spasms as he tried to fight back his need to cum.
“Good boy,” Mistress Camille purred. “Cum for me, Freddy. You’ve been so good. You deserve it.”
Praise kink activated.
If compliments were a kink, they were at the top of his list. Knowing he’d done a good job at something always made him feel good, and when it was sexual and the praise was coming from a Dominant, it was the biggest turn-on there was.
Gasping, Freddy let himself go, shuddering as she moved the probe back and forth inside him, the vibrating tool rubbing against his prostate with each movement.
He cried out, hands braced on the grips, as warmth flooded beneath him, the spurts of cum coating the leather bench and his lower stomach where his cock was trapped.
Mistress Camille kept moving the probe, sending wave after wave of rapture spiraling through him until he almost called ‘yellow.’ Just before he hit the point where he couldn’t bear it any longer, the vibrations ceased.
Freddy sagged on the bench, panting for air. As the probe slid out, he shuddered again, muscles clenching one last time.
Every part of his body was extra sensitive.
“That was lovely,” Mistress Camille said, running her hand over his back again. “Very good boy.”
She was going to kill him. It was as though she’d dug into his psyche and figured out every one of his highest pleasures.
That or we’re just really well matched.
That was also a possibility, and it made him ache. They’d just met, and he didn’t know whether it was wise to get his hopes up. He didn’t know what she was looking for.
However, he did know he didn’t want this to be finished.
Lifting his head, he looked over his shoulder at her. She was still wearing the dress she’d asked him to help her out of.
“Please, Mistress,” he said, his usually silver tongue feeling oddly thick in his mouth. “May I service you?”
Camille
May I service you?
Truthfully, she’d intended to give him aftercare, then send him on his way, but the way he’d phrased that question… she wasn’t sure she could turn him away. He’d said he was a service sub, and he was asking to service her, to give her the same pleasure that she’d given him.
One-night stands weren’t her thing, but she’d started this, and she should finish it the way he deserved.
The way they both deserved.
From the way he’d made his request, she was pretty sure Freddy wouldn’t feel completely satisfied if he wasn’t allowed to bring her to completion.
And I would really, really, really like an orgasm.
Sure, she’d figured there were plenty of toys she could use on herself after he left—she was practically dripping, she was so aroused—but why deny both of them what they really wanted? She didn’t have a good reason.
“Stay here. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up, then we’ll talk about what you can do for me.”
If she hadn’t already decided she was going to let him do something for her, the smile he gave her would have made up her mind.
No, she definitely couldn’t take that pleasure away from him, especially since it was what she wanted, too.
That was the whole point of tonight, indulging in what she wanted. Getting what she needed.
If she was being perfectly honest with herself, Freddy wouldn’t have been the only one unsatisfied if she gave him aftercare right now, then sent him on his way.
“This doesn’t have to mean anything,” she murmured to herself. Or it could be the start of something.
Not a decision she had to make right now.
After dampening the washcloth with warm water in the bathroom, Camille returned to the front room where Freddy was patiently waiting.
For a moment, she thought he might have fallen asleep, but then he turned to look at her, and eagerness lit up his expression.
Yes, despite having had his own orgasm, he was clearly not done for the night.
He wouldn’t be until he’d made sure she’d climaxed as well.
“On your feet,” she said, though not harshly, and held out the washcloth. “You can use this to clean yourself and the bench.”
He wasn’t quite as graceful getting to his feet as he had been before but still moved fairly fluidly.
It felt odd to stand by and let him do the cleaning, even though she’d had similar moments with Jay.
It had been so long since she’d had anyone to help her out, anyone to do even the smallest chore.
She could see it gave him pleasure to follow her orders and was pretty sure he would have protested if she’d tried to do it for him.
Once both he and the bench were free of the shiny, sticky fluid, Camille turned around and peeked at him over her shoulder.
“I assume you know how to undo a corset?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress.” Freddy smiled at her. He didn’t have the same energy as earlier in the evening, but it still lit up his eyes from within. “I would be happy to help.”