Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Some of these people will be useful for you to know. Some of them will appear in your life again in various guises. It might come in handy, one day, pet. But I understand, you are done with petty socialization and small talk. It’s time to show you what really happens here.”
He leads me out of the lounge and through a door. As soon as it opens, I hear screams. It is impossible to tell if they are cries of pleasure or pain.
I hesitate, but Marcus pulls me through.
“A few silly conversations in the lounge might feel preferable now, might they not?”
He is teasing me, but I am not listening. I am too busy staring.
In this very large room, a woman is being whipped by two men, each of whom brandish a fearsome flogger. They are taking turns striking her across her buttocks and the top of her shoulders. Every time a flogger lands, there is a fresh flash of bright red on her punished skin, and a wail escapes her.
“What did she do?”
“I could not say. This treatment might very well be a reward,” Marcus says.
“She might enjoy that?”
“She might.”
I have heard of S&M before, of course. Whips and chains excite me, that sort of thing. I understand the theory of it, such as it is, but seeing it in action in this liminal space gives me pause. She is being beaten publicly, and she is suffering.
I find myself pressing back against Marcus, as though he might protect me from a similar fate. I already know I would not enjoy that treatment. I didn’t like it when he spanked me privately. If I were to be publicly punished, I think I would physically melt through the floor.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I shouldn’t have agreed to come here. I don’t belong here. I don’t want this.”
“Easy,” Marcus soothes me, his fingers rubbing the back of my neck in a way that is probably supposed to be soothing, but yet again reminds me that I have been chipped. I am here because he wants me here, and I don’t think I am going to be allowed to leave without a taste of some of this depravity.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The flogging continues as Marcus ushers me through the shadows.
Marcus
I take my newest pet through the other side of the public playroom and into one of the private rooms. She has barely seen anything of what the Embassy offers, and yet she is already shaken.
“I can’t be here. I can’t…”
My poor pet is so very afraid. It makes my cock rise as she looks at me with those eyes welling with emotion. I shouldn’t enjoy her distress, but of course I do. She has been so composed and so cocky.
“Remember how mouthy you were back in your apartment? How much sass you gave me?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. Let me go. Just let me walk out of here and you’ll never see or hear from me again. I’ll move out of that apartment. I’ll move out of the city. I’ll move out of the state.”
She is babbling.
“You are not going anywhere, pet. There are some consequences you cannot avoid.”
“But I’m not… I’m not like this. I don’t want to be tied up like a coffee table. I don’t want to be beaten by two men. I am a boring girl. I like just normal things. Normal stuff. Nothing like this.”
“I know,” I say. “And that is what makes this so delicious. Taking that sweet normality of yours and corrupting it.”
She looks into my eyes with a sudden doe-like expression. “What are you going to do to me?”
What a delightful question.
I could do quite literally anything to her. I could break her this very moment. I could ensure she would never consider sassing me again.
“On your knees, pet.”
She hesitates, then obeys.
“You have the misfortune of having gotten my attention,” I tell her. “And you have the added bad luck of having spoken to me in an entirely unacceptable manner this morning before you understood the potential consequences.”
She is listening to me nervously, wondering what I have in mind for her. She expects pain, and she will experience that.
The room is well appointed in beige and cornflower blue. It does not have the gaudy or tacky appearance of many dungeons. There is a spanking bench, though it looks more like a piece of avant-garde furniture.
It is also well-equipped with everything I need to start training my pet.
I decide to start with something that is guaranteed to get her attention, and I pick up a cane. Even to the most vanilla, a cane sends a message.
“No, not a cane! They’re terrible things,” she gasps immediately, apparently forgetting that she has spent most of our interactions today being incredibly rude one way or another.
“You’ve experienced one before?”
“No!”
“You will tonight. Remember everything you said to me this morning? Remember how you were rude to the nurse who was nice enough to chip you and keep you safe?” I indicate a spanking bench with the tip of the cane. “Bend over for me, pet.”