Chapter 27
Mick
Master was living out a romance novel and just didn’t know it.
“Well, I’m sure you can guess I’m going to say there is no right or wrong way to do scenes at a BDSM club.
” He raised one eyebrow, making me laugh.
“I thought you’d realize that. But to start with, someone like us might get dressed up, I have some leather pants I think you’d like to see me in, and we’d hang out in the lounge so we could people watch. ”
Leather pants?
Master would definitely look like a Dom from a naughty book.
What else had he said?
Oh.
“People watch? Like when I go to the coffee shop to watch the models?” That was fun and Master seemed to think so too judging by how relaxed he was. “They might give you inspiration.”
Artists needed lots of inspiration.
“You give me inspiration.” Master tugged on my cock just enough to send more shivers through me. “But yes, if I was working on something intimate or erotic that could help.”
It’d be almost like a work trip then.
Work trips weren’t stressful.
“If we timed our visit right, we could watch a scene that you’d like to learn more about or see a demo of a new skill someone was teaching.” Master’s grin said he realized how tempting learning was. “The teacher or Dom might even be so attractive you’d want to watch them twice.”
Ugh.
I crashed into Master, making him laugh. “I don’t want to be a bad doll, Master.”
Some people were just very interesting or pretty or strange…and that meant I had to watch them closely.
“You can’t be a bad doll as long as you stay within the limits we come up with.
” Master kissed my head and gave my bottom a nice smack that made me squeak.
When he stopped snickering, he made a happy thinking sound.
“Limits will look different for everyone. I just need to know what you think would be fun, what you think would upset you, and what you don’t know about yet. ”
Hmm.
“What is one limit you would have?” Ugh. He went still. “Not all of them. I just need a frame of reference to start.”
He sighed.
That was good.
“Well, one of my limits would be no one else casually touches my doll no matter how you’re dressed. If I need help with a scene or to keep you safe or to make you happy that’s different. But I have the final call on touching.” Master sounded very firm on that and it was adorable.
His toy belonged to him and he didn’t have to share if he didn’t want to.
“I think that’s a very reasonable limit.” It was cute too. “I think that’s a good place to start, but I want to add no touching unless I’ve met them before…except to keep me safe. I don’t know what would be unsafe, but that kind of touching is fine.”
I didn’t want to end up broken or dead just because I was stubborn and unreasonable…I’d end up a sad character in a book if I wasn’t careful and Master wanted a happy doll.
Safe dolls were happy dolls.
“See? That wasn’t hard for us to come up with a limit.” Master went quiet and thinky again, but it felt more dangerous than last time. “I have a game we can play.”
Was that supposed to make my stomach wobbly and my dick even harder?
Hmm.
His snicker made me think he had a very smart doll.
“I like games.” Most of the time. “What kind of game are we going to play?”
“Think of this like one of those question games.” Master gave me just enough to confuse me before he made me squeak.
“Oh.” Master’s doll needed to eat a few more hamburgers so he couldn’t startle it by moving it around so easily. “Oh.”
He was going to spank me.
Over his lap meant a spanking, right?
Before I could ask that, because I was going to ask a few clarifying questions, he spanked my cheeks. One each. Good spanks. I was getting a good spanking. He made me moan. That didn’t hurt but it had big sensations.
Yes.
Big sensations.
Big feelings.
Big orgasms.
“Oh, Master…”
He was so good to me.
“This is definitely going to be my losing my spanking virginity spanking.”
His wicked chuckle said he liked that idea too.
“Every time you give me thoughts about the club or ask me a question, you get more spanks. The better the question, the better the spanks.” Master sounded like an evil villain in a silly movie, but he was having fun, so I had to give him a big groan. “What else do you want to ask me?”
Lots.
I was going to ask him lots.
“Um…” Okay. I needed another question to get more spanks. “How would I be dressed? You said no one would casually touch me no matter how I was dressed.”
Was that a good question?
How many spanks would it get me?
How many spanks would a good question get?
“Oh, that’s a very good question, pretty boy.” The answer was two spanks on each cheek which sent sparks and heat through me. It was perfect and so much better than the sad spanking. I knew I’d like a happy spanking.
When Master finished my first good spanks, he started rubbing my cheeks and making silly thinking sounds as I just thought about how wonderful my bottom felt.
“This would be based on how comfortable you were, but we could dress you up pretty in something frilly with your panties showing, or I could dress you up like a regular sub with a collar and some cute little shorts that showed off how sexy you are. Oh, or I could do a naughty school girl look with pink shorts and knee-high socks. You’d look very sweet like that. ”
I’d be cute in any of them.
I was going to tell him that but he gave my bottom a tiny pat and hummed. “What do you think I’d like to know now?”
Oh.
Smart doll…he had a very smart doll.
“I want my panties to be covered at first, Master.” Yes, I had limits and that was going to get me more spanks. “But a longer dress would be good or…or any of the shorts.”
I liked being pretty.
“That’s a very good limit.” Master thought it was so good his hand came down three times on each cheek. He kept making happy sounds and humming as he spread them out all over my bottom as I tried not to hump his lap. “You look so pretty like this…and you’re making such cute sounds.”
Sounds?
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about but I hadn’t humped his lap or orgasmed yet.
Wait.
Shoot.
More questions.
I had to come up with more questions.
“Do…do you like the idea of other people looking at your doll?” He didn’t like sharing his toy, but he might like showing it off. Those were different things, so I needed to know his thoughts. “I…I know you’re going to ask how I feel.”
Yes.
I was so smart.
I got two spanks before he even started talking.
“It’s not something I need, but I like the idea of other Doms being jealous of how sexy you are and how sweet you are.
” Master’s words made me hide my face against the bed, but I knew he’d be shrugging or shaking his head.
My Master knew what he liked but he was careful with his toy.
“There are lots of ways to show you off, though, pretty boy.”
“I…” Words. I had to find the words but Master spanked me a few more times and was making my head wonderfully fuzzy to go along with the fuzzy warmth in the rest of me.
Somehow spanks to my bottom made all of me wonderfully warm and I wasn’t sure how that happened.
“I know you like how I look and I know I’m not ugly. ”
That seemed to be very subjective, but even the men who hadn’t liked me said I looked attractive.
“But I don’t think…I don’t think I want just everyone looking at…oh wow, that’s so nice, Master. Um…looking at your doll’s panties.” I got it out. I was amazing at this game. “But…there’s more…where did it wander off to?”
Words were so hard to find when my bottom felt so warm and my body was so heavy.
“Found it.” Goodness gracious. I was so good at this. “Um. You can…you can show off panty stuff to special friends? Important helpers? I’m not upset at how I look down there, but I’d rather not show that off in public…um…BDSM public? There was a word? Um. Oh. The club.”
No humping.
No humping.
No humping.
Words.
Yes. I found the words he wanted.
Amazing.
Maybe just a little hump?
Spankings made me shake and the shaking made me need to hump. I couldn’t help it. That was just how the warm tinglies worked.
The subs online said so.
“My good boy.” Master was so proud of me he gave me two more spanks at the underside of my bottom where the subs online said it would ache the most later.
I was going to ache so good.
“I’m so proud of you for telling me what you were thinking.” Squeezing my cheeks, he made more happy sounds and sighed at how pretty my ass looked. “You gave me limits and told me what was important to you…and you even got a good spanking. I can feel how much you loved it, pretty boy.”
Yes.
Neither of us needed to worry.
“This…this was…” Why was it still so hard to talk? He was just petting my bottom? “This was definitely losing my spanking virginity, Master.”
Oh yeah.
He chuckled and gave me another firm pat, not quite a spank but almost as good. “I’m glad, pretty boy, and I’m glad I got to share it with you. No matter who gets to see me spank you later, this was just for us.”
My Owner was going to want to show off what a good doll I was.
More limits…yes, I was going to need more limits and possibly to read more books about BDSM clubs.
My research in that area was lacking.
“How…how else would you play with your toy?” More questions meant more spanks…more squeezes…more something, right?
Master didn’t give me more painful pleasure but he made a thinking sound again and I heard him moving his arm around. “In the open areas of the club I might rub over the front of your pants to keep you hard or I might pat your bottom and talk about your binkie.”
My ass binkie.
He’d talk about that in front of people.
The idea wasn’t limits scary but it made me hide my face against the bed again. Master chuckled but he didn’t sound worried. “I’d wiggle you around on my lap and I’d grind my dick against you. Even through our clothes that would be fun.”
Through our clothes.
“Master?” Hmm. “I’m not a bad doll…but…but if you would like to be…if you would like to have your doll do things to you that’s different.”
That wouldn’t be me being bad…I’d just be helping my Master or letting my Owner play with his toy.
Master hummed thoughtfully and it wasn’t a scary sound but it made me wiggle and that made me almost hump.
But I hadn’t humped, so he couldn’t be disappointed in me, and I wasn’t going to come no matter how hard I was.
“I think what you’re saying is that if I feel like having my boy be my cockwarmer while I’m talking to other Doms, or if I decide to use your sexy mouth, that would be up to me? ”
“Yes.” That was a very logical way to explain the idea. “You make the decisions about how to play with your toy, but that kind of thing isn’t related to the panty limit.”
If he wanted to show his cock off that wouldn’t have anything to do with mine.
“That’s good to know.” Master almost purred out the words sending a shiver through me. “There are a lot of ways I could play with my toy and keep his panty limit in place.”
He was very smart.
And up to something because I heard a sound.
What was he doing?
I wasn’t ready to peek because he’d see things on my face—he always did—but I could be curious.
“And there are lots of different kinds of plugs and binkies I could put under your clothes too.” One finger trailed down the middle of my ass, making it clear where he was imagining putting things. “Orgasms don’t seem to conflict with the panty rule as long as you stay covered.”
Oh.
More research was definitely necessary…after he gave me my orgasm and took my virginity…and after his finger went deeper into me.
His finger was barely inside me, so I relaxed my muscles like I was supposed to and then tightened them like I was sucking on a binkie.
Ha.
Master moaned. “You’re going to feel so good around me.”
He was going to feel so good in me, but I had to be patient first.
No humping.
No wiggling to make him find my prostate.
No accidental orgasms.
It was a lot to think about but Master was wonderful and kept distracting me with lubed fingers and stretches and more moans.
He was the best kind of distraction and was going to give me the best lose my virginity story ever.