Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (9 page)

“This is Cassie. You met her briefly at The Diamond Club. Do you remember?”

The woman who thought he was a freak for being on a leash. “Yes, Master.” He schooled his face to keep from showing his displeasure.

“Cassie is curious about the lifestyle and I’m going to teach her enough so she can venture out on her own and stay safe. You’re going to demonstrate how a proper submissive behaves, and show her the joy you take in your slavery.”

Cam looked back to Frisco and nodded. “Yes, Master. Thank you for the opportunity.”

Frisco chuckled and bopped his nose with a single finger. “You don’t really mean that, but thanks for making the effort.”

He stood and waved his hand in the ‘
at ease
’ motion. “Get comfortable and massage her feet while I go downstairs and collect some things. Use coconut oil.”

The oil was in a side table, and he scooted across the floor, retrieved it, and returned. Without looking at anything other than Cassie’s feet, he oiled his hands, lightly touched the top of her left foot, and slowly embraced it with both hands. He held her foot a moment, found his center, and looked up.

She wore one of Frisco’s t-shirts — long enough to be a dress on her — and she was smiling. Clearly uncomfortable, but not judgmental.

“What shall I call you? Ma’am? Or My Lady?”

She shook her head. “Cassie will do. Your hands feel nice.”

He smiled. “I haven’t started massaging yet.”

“I know, but it feels a bit like a hug. It’s nice.”

* * * *

It feels a bit like a hug?
Had she really just said that? Shit, he must think her a buffoon.

His thumbs pressed into the bottom of her heel as his fingers worked around the sides, and all thoughts fled from her mind as it could only process the bliss in her foot that soon travelled up her leg as the relaxing sensations from his enchanted fingers flew across nerve endings and through her body.

“Mmmmmmm,” she said, unable to form words.

He chuckled and moved his thumbs, and Cassie thought she might die from pleasure.

He worked on her foot, ankle, and calf.

And then moved to her other foot.

Frisco came back and did something on one of the walls, but her eyes were shut and she couldn’t have paid attention if her life depended on it.

She opened her eyes when Cam stopped, and saw Frisco standing over them, his hands on Cam’s shoulders, eyes on her.

She smiled, and her heart warmed at Frisco’s returned smile.

“Spread your legs. Let us see your pretty pussy.”

She looked down at Cam, so beautiful on the floor, and totally naked. Her gaze lifted back to Frisco, and she slowly brought her feet up on the sofa and let her knees fall apart.

Frisco made an approving sound and handed her a vibrator with a condom over it. “It’s been cleaned well, and it’s in a condom. Use it on yourself while I spend some time with Cam but try not to have any orgasms. Okay?”

She nodded and he patted Cam’s arm. “Hand one wrist to Cassie, and lift the other over your head.”

Cassie accepted the wrist cuff from Frisco and carefully put it on as he’d instructed — snug, but not so tight she couldn’t fit two fingers in it. She could easily see which hole the buckle was used to going into, but she checked anyway.

When the wrist cuffs were on, Frisco ordered Cam to his back with his legs in the air, and he buckled cuffs on Cam’s ankles.

The wall Frisco had been fiddling with now sported a makeshift Saint Andrew’s Cross, and she looked at it in wonder as Frisco worked and talked. She also crossed her legs in front of her on the sofa, and let Frisco’s t-shirt cover her private parts.

“We’ve talked before about how some Masters don’t feel a slave should be able to make demands about what gender they serve,” Frisco told Cam. “Some are married and take on a slave for themselves, but will occasionally require the slave to service their wife. You knew I’d put you with a woman at some point, yes?”

“Yes, Master.”

“When we finish on the cross you’ll pleasure Cassie. You’re the slave; she’s the submissive. Where does this put you in the pecking order?”

“On the bottom, Master.”

He finished the last buckle and patted the side of his calf. Cam gracefully put his legs down, rolled to the side, and came up in a beautiful kneeling posture, sitting on his heels with his knees spread and his hands laced behind his head.

“Nicely done. I told you this morning you deserved a reward. Please turn and tell Cassie your safeword, and explain when you might use it in this kind of scene. Don’t complicate the issue by explaining how it works in other circumstances. She only needs to know the rules for this scene.”

Cam turned and smiled at Cassie. “My safeword is
arabesque
. For this scene, if I need Master to stop, I’ll say it, and he’ll stop and ask me what’s wrong. However, if I just need him to back off whatever he’s doing without stopping, then I say
fouetté.
”

“You’re a ballet dancer?”

Cam looked to Frisco, who nodded, and Cam smiled at Cassie. “Yes. You’re familiar with the terms?”

Now Cassie looked at Frisco, who seemed okay with her answering even though he’d told her not to start any lengthy conversations. She let her gaze fall back on Cam and said, “Yes, but we can talk about it later. Thank you for the foot massage, it was heavenly.”

“You’re most welcome.”

He looked at Frisco, who pointed to the cross, and Cam stood without using his hands — all in one fluid motion. Cassie wanted to see the move again, wanted him to explain how he’d done it, but only watched him walk across the floor.
Damn
, he had a nice ass.

She wondered how often Frisco fucked it.

His legs weren’t too bad, either, and she could see the dancer in him as he walked across the room.

Shit, even his back muscles were fucking sexy, the way his shoulder blades moved, and the muscles curved into his waist, and then merged with his fine, fine, ass.

He turned and faced the room, placing his hands and feet in the appropriate places on the cross. The front view was just as good, and she took a moment to look at his clean-shaven cock and balls.

He had the perfect cock. Thick without being too long.

Cam held position without being bound while Frisco attached a leather parachute-looking thing to his slave’s balls, and then added dangly bits until Cam’s poor nutsack stretched towards the floor. Cam grunted and moaned a little, but didn’t complain.

Cassie wasn’t too sure about using the vibrator, but she put her fingers around her clit and massaged the area.

When Frisco finished, he motioned for his slave to turn around, and it only took a few seconds for Frisco to secure Cam on the cross.

The next five or ten minutes weren’t terribly exciting. Frisco flogged Cam’s back, ass, and thighs — but she could tell he wasn’t doing it very hard, though Cam’s skin gradually grew pink, and finally started turning a little red. Cam moaned in pleasure and moved around a little, but Cassie thought she may have made more noises during her foot massage.

When Frisco finally stopped she was disappointed. However, instead of being finished, he merely put the whip down and lifted another.

At the first strike, Cam’s head lifted towards the ceiling and he made a noise that could have signified pleasure or pain, but the mystery was solved when Cam ground out, “Oh, god yes. Thank you Master.”

Frisco put his whole body into the next strike, and welt marks formed across Cam’s back in mere seconds. Cam gave a small scream, thanked his Master again, and took a few seconds to relax his body in preparation for the next strike.

This flogger was louder than the others, and each blow sent more blood into her clit. No longer bored, Cassie pressed three fingers inside herself and pressed her palm to her clit in an attempt to give herself some relief.

Still, the cluster of nerves throbbed and grew with each strike, and she had to keep from making noises along with Cam.

Frisco moved around his slave’s body until the red lines criss-crossed all over his back, ass, and thighs. She’d read it was bad to wrap, but lines snaked around his body and Cam’s louder screams as they formed made her insides quake and shiver until she was in danger of coming.

Frisco traded the flogger for a black stick this time, and it didn’t look like he hit terribly hard, but a white line immediately formed and quickly filled with red. Cam’s right foot lifted and stomped a half dozen times, and he roared a loud and deep
fuck
every time his foot landed.

When he finally stilled, he said, “Thank you Master. God, it’s a lot, but…Thank you.”

Frisco stepped to Cam’s other side and, for the first time Cassie noticed, looked at her. His perceptive eyes took in her hand on her pussy, and he shot her a quick smile before once again returning his attention to Cam.

The next strike seemed just a little harder, and Cam once again stomped his foot and said
fuck
a half dozen or so times. His thanks seemed heartfelt, as if he truly wanted each and every blow.

This went on another ten or fifteen minutes, and Cassie had never been so close to an orgasm without someone touching her.

Frisco stopped, put his mouth to Cam’s ear and said something Cassie couldn’t hear, though she heard Cam’s “Yes, Master.”

Frisco lifted a thick, heavy paddle with holes in it and looked at Cassie. “He’s going to take ten strikes of this and then we’ll turn him around and I’d like you to help me put clothespins on him. Are you up for it?” She nodded, but Frisco said, “Cam can’t see you; he needs to hear your answer.”

“Yes, I’d love to help.”

The paddle was awful, and Cassie was both turned on and horrified.

Cam no longer thanked his Master, and Cassie could no longer hear both pain and pleasure in his screams — they seemed to be all pain.

He fought his restraints, and Cassie was sure he would have escaped and run if he could’ve. Frisco didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath between strikes, but gave them one after another, with only a few seconds to resituate and take aim.

When the tenth fell he immediately unhooked Cam, turned him, and pulled the smaller man into his arms.

“You did good, boy. You did good.”

Cassie could see real tears and didn’t know what was going on. Cam said he could say his safeword and stop it. Why hadn’t he?

After a few moments, Frisco leaned Cam against the cross and locked him in again, this time face out.

He motioned for Cassie to come to him, and handed her a bag of clothespins.

“We’re both going to put them on an identical spot of his body at the same time. We’ll start with his arms. Watch where I pinch the skin, and you do the same. I’ll count down from three, so it’s ‘
three, two, one, clip
’, and then we’ll do it again. Okay?”

They started on his arms, between his elbow and shoulder, and made a straight line up until it looked as if his skin were a seam.

Cam groaned, breathed heavy, and squirmed, but didn’t say anything.

She wanted to caress the skin, trace her fingers over and between his carved and sculpted lean dancer’s muscles, but she restrained herself to copying Frisco, so Cam had the same thing happening on both sides of his body simultaneously.

Frisco led her through forming a line of them going down Cam’s sides and snaking around his abs. There wasn’t much loose skin to work with on his abs, and Cassie had a hard time getting them to stay. Frisco handed her some with grips, and those stayed.

They also made Cam moan louder.

Frisco took the parachute looking thing off Cam’s balls and said, “It’s important you make sure you only catch the skin, okay? None of the meaty good stuff inside.”

Cassie laughed and agreed, and Frisco talked her through putting them all over Cam’s balls as he watched.

Cam’s eyes were closed, his body taut, and she wanted to know what was going through his mind. When he screamed and moaned she felt more connected to him, and a little experimenting revealed if she put them on quickly and more random, he started moaning again. So she did.

When she’d used all the clothespins Frisco provided, he said, “Okay, now I’ll line them up on his cock while you watch.”

Cassie backed up and watched as Frisco expertly put them on in record time — up one side and down the other.

It looked strange, and obscene, and downright morbid.

She wondered if people put clothespins on girl parts, too, but didn’t have the nerve to ask.

When finished, Frisco smiled and said, “Now comes the fun part. Do you see the smallest flogger on the table?” Cassie nodded and he said, “Bring it to me, please?”

She lifted it, felt the leather, and was surprised at how thick each strand was. “You’re going to flog him while the clothespins are on?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No, I’m going to flog the clothespins off.”