Free From Leather to Lace by Jasmine Hill Page B

whip to her side and picked up two clamps, similar in appearance to sharp pegs, then ducked under his arm so she could face him. She ran a finger along his tightly clenched jaw then caressed her hands lightly up and down his chest until she felt him shudder. She raised the clamps and attached one to each of his nipples, making him grunt at the sudden pressure.
    “It did say in your notes, Mr X, that you enjoy pain,” she murmured as she tweaked each clamp to test it was secure. He hissed a breath between clenched teeth but said nothing.
    She ducked back under his arm and unlooped the whip from her waist. She ran the handle up and down his spine once more, enjoying the ripple effect of his muscles, before she drew it behind her and sent it whistling through the air to land on his back. His body arched at the contact. She waited a moment for him to adjust to the sensation and to give him a chance to say his safe word. When he said nothing, she drew the whip back a second time and sent it once more cracking through the air to land on its target.
    Her lashes were administered carefully and intended not to draw blood, but the whip still left red marks where it connected with his skin and she knew through experience that it could be painful. As a Dominatrix she underwent training and BDSM initiation that involved being on the receiving end of various instruments of punishment—so she understood the physical effects of being whipped.
    “How many, Mr X? I think we shall start with sixteen. You committed a lot of misdemeanours during your last session—now you must be punished.”
    She cracked the whip once for effect before she sent it whistling through the air once more to connect with his back. She had administered twelve lashes, counting as she went and careful to spread the blows evenly, before she stopped. His back was now criss-crossed with angry red welts but he was very quiet. Unlike her usual clients who seemed to take just as much pleasure in writhing and moaning as from the actual whipping, Mr X had been curiously calm. But for an occasional hiss of breath he had remained largely silent.
    “What is the safe word, Mr X?” she asked in concern.
    When she received no response she swiftly unshackled his ankles then one of his wrists and had just unloosed the other when she felt firm hands grab hold of both her arms. Startled, she was unable to react before he spun her around to face him and before she could resist she found her wrists shackled. Quickly regaining her senses she tried to kick out with one leg but he pre-empted her and shackled both her ankles so that she was now pinioned facing him, star-shaped against the dungeon wall in his place.
    Her heart rate quickened in alarm. He must have seen the apprehension in her eyes because he said calmly, “Relax, Mistress, I’m not going to hurt you.”
    “What do you think you’re doing?” she responded angrily while she looked longingly at the panic button located on the far wall.
    He followed her gaze and said with a chuckle, “Just having a little fun, no need to panic. I will untie you immediately. You only have to ask me.”
    She thought about her position—she really didn’t believe that he would hurt her but being restrained made her a little nervous—it had been a long while since she had been in a submissive role. She would play along with him for a short while, she was still the Dominant and only had to say the safe word to be released. Also, he was the customer and apparently paying a lot of money for her services so provided that he remained within Fantasy rules and her own comfort zone she would allow him the lead—for the time being.
    She said nothing, just watched warily as Mr X picked up the whip. He is just trying to scare me , I won’t panic .
    “Of course, I can’t mar that perfect body of yours,” he said as he ran the whip handle down her left cheek. “That would be sacrilege and I have no wish to hurt you,” he continued, running the