Free SummerSins by Kathy Kulig

than when she was
getting ready for her first bungee jump.
    She wished Cynthia and Carter could be present for support
but they were working. It was early so the crowd hadn’t filled the rooms yet.
“No alcohol until we’re finished,” Adrian explained as he led her into the medieval
room. This looked more like the traditional bondage room that she imagined and
she felt more comfortable in this room than she would be in the others.
    He stood her in the middle of the room and smiled. “Have you
followed my preparation instructions?”
    “Yes.” He’d told her to take a warm bath with scented oils,
wear a lace bra and thong and a dress that would be easy to remove. Heels, but
no stockings.
    “Good. We’ve begun. You’ll refer to me as Sir and use your
safeword red if you wish to stop the scene, yellow if you’re
having discomfort. Do you understand?”
    “Yes Sir.” Her body was shaking. Did he notice?
    His hands slid down her arms. “Keep your arms at your sides,
eyes down, while I get ready. Relax,” he said softly as he lifted her chin and
kissed her. Behind her she heard the rustle of a few spectators gathering and
she glanced over at them. “From now on, ignore anyone in this room but me. It’s
just the two of us.”
    She nodded.
    He crossed the room, dropped his duffle bag, unzipped it and
laid out a number of items on a table. Then picked up a thick blanket and strip
of leather and brought them to her. He laid the blanket down on the floor.
“Kneel for me,” he ordered and she complied. The soft blanket padded her knees.
“This is a collar, a symbol of your submission. It’s your gift to me. While you
wear it, you agree to that submission within the limits we discussed. You
always have the power to stop a scene with your safeword. Understand?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Good.” He hooked the collar around her neck. “Arms at your
sides and eyes down.” Her sex clenched and she could barely breathe. Deep
inside she knew this was what she needed, what she had craved in all her past
relationships. Whatever he commanded of her, she knew she was ready to do, no
matter how intense or demeaning.
    He unzipped her dress and let it fall from her shoulders.
Tonight she wore pretty lace lingerie. “What are we going to do, Sir?” she
asked.
    He gave her a warning look. “You’re new so I’ll let that
pass. But speaking without a direct question or giving your safeword will
warrant a punishment. Now step out of your dress then back on your knees.”
    She did as he said, angry at herself for forgetting. This
was new and she’d get the hang of it, one way or another. Returning to the
table, he picked up two metal rods with cuffs attached at each end. Like the
ones the sadist used on his submissive. The blood pumped into Emma’s ears. A
sick, panicked feeling rose inside her. Would he beat her like the sadist did
to his submissive last week?
    “Slow your breathing or you’ll hyperventilate.” He brushed
back her hair. “Remember, trust me that I won’t do anything to harm you.” He
attached the spreader bars to her ankles, forcing her to keep her legs apart,
then to her wrists. Her arms were spread wider than shoulder-width. After
selecting a flogger from the table he returned. “Hands and knees, pet.”
    Pet? She kind of liked that over slave. She complied
and yelped with the first whack of the flogger on her butt. After a few times,
she eased into the pain and began to enjoy it. Her body relaxed. “That’s it,”
he said. “Surrender to the pain. Good.” Her muscles felt quivery and her pussy
became wet and achy. His hands slid over her skin, over her breasts and between
her legs. His thumb pressed her clit and she moaned then he shoved her panties
aside and slipped a finger inside. She arched her back. Pure lust stabbed
through her. “Yes, very wet. You’re almost ready.”
    Ready for what? She tried not anticipating what he
might do and stayed within the moment, drifting now in her