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Ellie:

Though Alexander liked to call it a punishment, it wasn’t one at all. That was completely obvious by the twinkle in his eyes and by the laugher dancing in his voice as he asked me if I’d been a bad girl.

When we touched down in Bangkok, we’d made our way to Madame Lorraine’s bougainvillea-covered house outside the city and there, I’d apologized to her for my fake cover story. Alexander had warned me to be circumspect in what I revealed to her. “The less she knows,” he had said, his tone serious, “the safer it is for her.”

I recognized that. I hadn’t needed Andrei being kidnapped to realize that our loved ones were at risk for the lives we led. Secrecy would always be a part of who we were. Lies were our stock in trade.

But not to each other. Between us, there were no more secrets and no more lies. There was, instead, a promise of a bright, shining future.

Madame Lorraine didn’t probe for reasons or explanations. She accepted my apology with a gracious smile and I realized I quite liked her. I’d grown up enough in the last four years to realize that people were turned on by a multitude of things and a safe place to play was a wonderful thing. Running a consensual slave auction wasn’t a public service in the same order as feeding the poor, but it fit an important need.

***

Eighteen months ago, when I’d auctioned myself to supposedly save a dying sister, I’d been afraid of the BDSM club. When the drumbeats had sounded and the submissives had knelt at the feet of their masters and mistresses, my muscles had tensed with panic, not lust.

Today was
very
different.

Alexander had asked me what I wanted. “Remember,” he’d warned me. “The first rule is always to be open and honest with your desires. That rule remains, even if we are engaged, and even if you aren’t my full time submissive.”

“Yes Sir,” I’d replied with just a smidgen of sarcasm. By this point, I could be open and honest with him. But honesty without turning beet-red with embarrassment, especially when I told him what I wanted for this scene? That was
much
harder.

Still, I told him what I fantasized about. People watching me as Alexander touched me. Maybe even participating, if he deemed fit.

He’d raised an eyebrow at that, but there had been no judgement in either his gaze or in his voice. I’d just surprised him. After the way Dylan had exhibited me to all and sundry, I
shouldn’t
have wanted Alexander to do the same thing.

But with Alexander, I knew it was a game and nothing else. With him, I could play and if I was nervous, I could voice my safe words and he would stop everything instantly to make sure I was okay.

The ground rules had been discussed in advance with William and Karen, the two trainers who had evaluated my readiness for Madame Lorraine’s auction. They were going to be the other participants in today’s scene. However, I wanted only Alexander to fuck me. The other two could finger me and tease me, but there was a line that they would not cross.

I had thought they would be disinterested, given my limits, but both Karen and William had grinned wickedly. “Not a problem,” William had reassured me
.
Karen had laughed lightly. “We can manage to find plenty of things to do within your constraints, Ellie,” she’d agreed.

***

Now, I found myself in Bangkok’s most exclusive BDSM club. I was naked and kneeling in the centre of a room. Surrounding me were Alexander, William and Karen.

This time, I wore a collar. Alexander’s collar. It was a simple affair – just a flat band of silver about half-an-inch thick. I’d teased him about it. “No crown jewels?” I’d laughed when he’d placed it around my neck. “I’m almost disappointed.”

He’d grinned. “If you ever want to go through the formality of a collaring ceremony,” he’d replied, “we’ll come up with a more elaborate one. But I don’t need a collar to know that you are mine and I am yours.”

I’d been at a loss for words at that. He was good at doing that to me. Saying something that was so simple, yet so meaningful that I couldn’t say something flippant back in return.  

I kept my eyes on the floor as I knelt. My pussy was moistening in anticipation of the scenes of lush depravity that were about to take place.

I wasn’t afraid, not even a little bit. My heart was beating with excitement, not fear. My life had blessings in it as well as tragedy. The most important blessing was Alexander, of course. But this lessening of fear was something to be intensely grateful for, and this too was because of Alexander. In his arms, I’d found shelter and safety and I’d let go of my past so that I could look forward to my future.

My mind held so many memories. Today, I only remembered the good ones. The first time his mouth found my pussy in Saint Denis, on a starry night in a garden scented with lavender and roses.  The first time I was punished by Alexander, forced to part my legs and masturbate in front of a mirror for his pleasure. The way he’d held me after Sylvia’s caning. The bright gleam in his ocean-blue eyes as my pussy ground against a knot of rope in a barn in Provence.

Today, there were only happy memories and the promise of many more to come.

***

“Stand up, please.” Alexander’s voice was calm, with just a hint of amusement. I obeyed silently, my eyes still on the floor. My heart was beating so hard in my chest that I could almost hear it.

He moved behind me, his arms locking possessively around my waist and drawing me close. The cotton of his shirt felt silky against my naked back. “Karen and William,” he said, “allow me to introduce my submissive Ellie.” His fingers reached out to cup my breasts and to tweak my nipples. “Ellie has been rather naughty,” he added, “and is in need of some good punishment.”

“And you’d like us to punish her?” Karen couldn’t hide the note of anticipation from her voice. “We can do that. Ellie, are your safe words
red
to stop and
yellow
to slow down?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied.

“Let’s get going.” This was William. “Alexander, why don’t you take a seat?”

Alexander moved to sit on a red couch in front of me. His legs were casually stretched out in a posture of relaxation that contrasted with the open heat in his eyes. A discreet waiter brought him a drink and I was momentarily startled. I’d been so lost in my own world that for an instant, I’d
almost
forgotten that the club wasn’t empty. We were in a private room, but there were tinted windows and I had no idea if anyone watched on the other side.

A shiver of pure lust ran through my body at that thought. Alexander noticed, of course, and his lips quirked. There was a wicked glint in his eyes and I could tell we’d be exploring my nascent exhibitionist tendencies in the future. It
shocked
me how much the idea of that turned me on.

William took Alexander’s place behind me while Karen moved to my side. Cuffs were buckled around my wrists and attached to chains that hung from the ceiling, raising my arms in the air. Karen pinched my nipples and I moaned as a sharp stab of pleasurable pain radiated from the spots where her fingers had tweaked at my flesh.

“How many strokes?” William looked at Alexander for direction. I could see Alexander’s cock tenting his trousers as he watched the scene unfold in front of him, and as always, his arousal served to intensify my own need.

“Let’s do twenty to start,” Alexander responded. “She’s been very naughty, haven’t you, Ellie?” He winked at me.

I laughed. “If you say so Sir,” I responded with a grin.

Karen approached me with a small steel bucket in her hands, filled to the brim with wooden clothespins.
Ooh.
“Let’s add these to the mix,” she said. I watched as she threaded a thin white string through each pin and I hissed as she closed two of them over my erect, engorged nipples.

“Very nice,” Alexander breathed, his approval clearly audible in his voice.

“You haven’t done this before?” William directed his question towards Alexander, who shook his head.

“We’ve been busy,” he responded obliquely. “We have a lot of exploring in front of us.”

My body responded to his words and his tone of open anticipation with a fresh flood of arousal, a fact lost to no one. I shifted and wriggled in my bindings, and blushed as the sound of gentle laughter filled the room. “I think she likes that idea,” William quipped.

Karen smiled but kept working on my body, attaching a string of clothespins in two neat lines from my nipples towards my pussy. Each time one of them closed over my flesh, a sharp stab of pain spiked through me. When she was done, my entire body throbbed with a dull background ache. My labia were puffy and swollen with need.

That was when the tails of the flogger descended in a stinging stroke across my ass.

I yelped, more from surprise than from pain. Alexander’s eyes searched my face and he read my expression perfectly. I was fine and he could tell. “Continue,” he instructed William with a grin. “Ellie can take it, can’t you,
cherie
?”

“Yes Sir,” I responded. I had told Alexander that I was done with living in my past. I was okay and I needed him to stop treating me with kid gloves. Now, the gloves were indeed off
and I loved it.
I was being pushed, but in a way that filled me with strength, not dread.

The flogger thudded over my ass and my back. Each stroke made me dance forward, closer to Alexander. I kept my eyes on his face, luxuriating in his obvious arousal.

My attention was entirely on him until Karen turned a Hitachi on and the sound of that powerful hum filled the room. Then, my focus snapped to the vibrator she held.
What was it about Doms and Hitachis,
I wondered inwardly. Alexander had, in my opinion, an entirely unhealthy obsession with seeing me come as many times as I possibly could. It seemed that Karen shared his penchant for torturing me with orgasms.  

“Remember, you can’t come until your Master gives you permission,” Karen warned, pressing the oversized head against my defenceless clitoris.

Once upon a time, that word –
Master
– would have sent fear racing through my heart. Now, I didn’t even flinch. My eyes hazed with passion as I fought back my desire to orgasm. The constant, powerful vibrations had me trying to struggle away, but neither Karen nor William were going to allow that. “Stay still,” William said firmly, slapping the flogger against my ass with biting emphasis.

“Look at me, Ellie.” Alexander’s voice was even. “You
will
hold on. You
will
let yourself experience this. You
will
wait for my permission to climax.”

My Dominant willed this. I ruthlessly pushed down the urge to squirm away from the Hitachi. I just surrendered to the powerful tremors, to the slight numbness that was nonetheless causing my arousal to build up, to overflow…

“Please Sir,” I gasped out. My eyes locked on his, pleading with him. “Please let me come.”

He knew it was physically impossible to resist the Hitachi and he didn’t ask me to attempt it. He nodded permission, fiery heat in his eyes.

At the same time, William dropped the flogger off to the side and came around to my front. He grasped the two dangling ends of the strings of clothespins. Karen pressed the vibrator harder into my flesh. I teetered at the edge of my orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, until William yanked hard at the strings.

Pain flooded my body as the clothespins were torn off, but that was exactly what I needed. I screamed out aloud. My vision blurred and I climaxed hard.

Waves and waves of pleasure flooded my body for what seemed like hours, until, sated at last, I slumped in my bindings. William and Karen released me quickly and I stumbled forward into Alexander’s waiting arms.

***

I cuddled in his lap, exhausted. His lips kissed mine and his hands held me tight. “Stop or continue?” he asked me after letting me recover for a few minutes.

“Stop after just one orgasm?” I teased him. “Are you going easy on me? No, I want to keep going. Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and I’ll be ready for more.”

“That’s my girl,” he said approvingly.

“Stand up,” Karen’s voice ordered when I was ready. I slid off Alexander’s lap and stood straight.

“Good,” William said. He was lubricating a large butt plug, which he positioned on the floor. “Lower yourself on this.”

I did as he asked, relaxing my muscles and slowly impaling myself on the artificial phallus. “Your master tells us that he likes to watch you come, Ellie,” Karen said. “Put on a show for us.”

William and Karen took seats on either side of Alexander. I felt their eyes on me, waiting for me to masturbate for their pleasure.

I had been on display many times before. I’d never been
this turned on
by it. Part of me could feel their lust, but there was only one person in the room whose arousal mattered. Alexander. It was for him that I reached down and used one hand to slowly and deliberately part my folds. It was to give him a show that he’d never forget that I stuck two fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them to wet the digits. I was responding to the naked lust in his eyes when I peeled back the hood covering my clitoris to expose my red nub to his gaze.