BDSM Manor Ch. 17: Punishment
Rules of BDSM Manor - safety, respect, and consent.
Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green.
-X
I heard the door open and grabbed a cloth to wipe my hands, turning with interest.
Alex had been at an important meeting this afternoon. He and Karen's merged business had gotten to the point where they couldn't cope with demand. Not without taking on staff, and neither of them wanted to do that.
Instead they had moved more towards training other people to have the skills to manage their own IT security and it had been a massive success.
Ironically they charged more for training than they did for doing it themselves. Worked less hours, and had a far better work/life balance. Both of them had taken to training like ducks to water and loved every day.
Alex had also taken to the BDSM Manor partnership and his responsibilities with the tenant farmer's. He loved spending time getting his hands mucky and planning how to protect and improve the land. John said he had a knack.
However, today he'd had a meeting with a new client from LA, who was expanding into London and Alex had really wanted this contract.
His text forty-five minutes earlier had said 'About an hour. Success. Bringing a guest'.
I was curious. Either he had bumped into a mate, and was dragging them back for dinner, or had invited the client, but that had never happened before.
Dinner was on me tonight, and I had made Stifado. Hopefully up to Mama's standards. It was March, dark and wintery. Slush all over London and this was comfort food at its best.
"Hello?" Alex called.
"Hey," I stopped in shock as Alex walked in with a tall, dark haired man grinning behind him. "Clay?"
"Hi, Leslie!"
"Oh my God!" I laughed as Clayton Harper swept across the room and lifted me off my feet in a rib crushing hug.
Nearly Alex's height at 6.3 (what can I say, I like tall guys), he was possibly the most ridiculously handsome man I had ever known. Black hair, bright blue eyes, perfect 5 o'clock shadow (I think he was born with it) and blindingly white, not quite perfect teeth, which only made him better looking.
And a body, currently flush against mine, to die for. It was Clay who had gotten me into weights. I hadn't seen him in more than a decade.
We had been together nearly two years and had spent most of our time in the gym, fucking, or teasing subs.
"Wow. Hi," I laughed as he dropped me back to the floor and briefly pressed his cheek to mine. A tender habit I had always loved. "It's so good to see you. Are you Alex's new client?"
"I am," he confirmed. "I hope it's okay I dropped by."
"Yes, of course," I laughed. "It's amazing to see you.
Alex moved past me with the half slide / half embrace which is both casual and loving and always makes me feel like my heart just got a hug. "Just gonna change," he mumbled.
I smiled at him and then turned back to Clay, waving a hand at the kitchen stools to encourage him to sit. "I have a fantastic organic red you will adore," I suggested and he grinned.
Yea, we had spent quite a lot of time drinking wine as well!
"So how did you guys make the connection?" I asked as I grabbed glasses and the wine.
"Ah, well. I have a small office here, you know because," he wrinkled his nose.
"Private bathroom," I half laughed, interrupting. Clay hated sharing a bathroom. Even with me when we were half living together.
"Yea, yea. I'm not going to be in London that often after this initial set up, but I wanted my own space. It's tiny though." He took the glass with thanks and took a deep breath. "Hmmmm." Then a sip. "Oh, wow that's delicious."
I smiled and sat with my glass, thrilled at this unexpected blast from the past.
"So I have a huge montage, a duplicate of one in my main office in LA," he continued. "The life and times of Clayton Harper! There's a picture of us when we did that river rafting in Colorado."
"Oh, that was fun! So Alex told you who he was?"
"Nope," Clay laughed. "He tapped the picture and said 'I've always wanted to do that. Friend of yours?' I said, ex-boyfriend who I hadn't seen in years and I was hoping to catch up as he lived in London. Alex gave me a naughty look and I was like, No, I have a partner now, not like that. And then we sat down and sorted terms. He didn't say a word!"
I was just grinning.
"That man certainly knows his own worth, he drives a hard bargain."
"Oh he does, and he's sneaky." I got up and stirred the Stifado.
"He sure is. When we were done he went back over to the picture, tapped it again and said, 'Leslie here...we're married'. I was like, what? I knew I hadn't mentioned your name. Alex comes over and holds his hand out to shake, which I did because my brain was not working and he goes, 'I'm Alex, Leslie's husband. Pleased to meet you.' Seriously, my Gaydar must be broken. It didn't even cross my mind."
"I'm actually bi, so it may just have been malfunctioning," Alex admitted as he came back in. Snug in ancient jeans, thick socks and a worn, long sleeved T-shirt. The message, not that I needed it, was 'Do not try to share me with this man.'
I lifted the wine bottle in question, but he shook his head, "Nah. I'll stick with water, thanks."
Topping up mine and Clay's glasses I sat back down. "Five minutes more," I answered Alex's unspoken question.
"Where did you get the bread? Rosie's?" he asked, poking under the cloth covering the herb scattered loaf.
"Yes. Only the best for you," I rolled my eyes.
"It smells amazing," Clay said.
"Well, I'm not as talented as Alex in the kitchen, but I can hold my own," I told him.
Alex joined us with two small glasses of icy water for us, and a large one for himself.
"You don't like wine?" Clay asked.
"I don't really drink much," Alex admitted, pulling a face.
"So how did you meet?" Clay asked and Alex fluttered his stupidly long lashes at me.
I snorted out a laugh. "I was just minding my own business," I declared.
"Oh, you were so looking!" Alex told me.
"I was swimming," I said. "This one kept popping up."
"And," Clay proceeded cautiously. "You have similar interests?"
"If you're asking if I'm aware Leslie is a kinky bugger, then yes I am," Alex told him.
"We have similar interests," I confirmed. Then waited until Clay took a sip before adding, "But from opposite sides."
His eyes opened wide and he choked slightly, "What?"
"I think your Subdar is faulty as well," I teased and Alex laughed.
Clay looked at Alex in amazement.
"Yes, I was Leslie's slave before I married him."
"To be fair, we fell pretty fast," I admitted, and Alex smashed his fist into his palm, making Clay jump.
"Like POW. Love. It was awesome." Then Alex hopped off the stool, "I'm gonna dish out, it must be ready. I'm starving."
"Go for it," I agreed. Smirking at Clay who was gazing at Alex like he had two heads.
"Stop staring," Alex complained without turning around.
I laughed as Clay blinked and looked at me.
"I know exactly how you feel," I told him. "I had an accident a few months ago and lost the last ten years of my memory." I tapped my head. "Coming back here from the hospital with Alex. Finding out I was married to this stranger who was also a sub, and my slave. I just couldn't get my head around it."
Alex placed the steaming pot of stew on the table as Clay asked, "Did your memory come back, or did you fall in love again?"
I looked at Alex and smiled. "Both," I admitted, my voice catching slightly.
Alex's eyes lit up in pleasure, before he took my face and kissed me.
I was breathless when he let me go and we were both blushing, which is unlike us. We glanced at Clay, but he had his chin on his hand and a dopey expression on his face.
"You two really are beautiful together," he said. "I can literally FEEL the connection."
Alex cleared his throat and went for the dishes, then the bread as I served.
"My memory came back overnight. No fuss. Three or four days later. So I've actually fallen in love with Alex twice," I finished the story.
"And you remember both?"
"Yea, I'm a lucky guy."
"That must have been so weird though?"
"God yea. John and Curtis both kicked my ass over it, but it was strange." I paused and took a bite.
"That's pretty good," I declared.
"It's as good as Mama's," Alex told me. "But if you tell her I said that, I'll call you a liar."
"It's delicious," Clay told me, digging in.
"How's Claire?" I asked. Claire was Clay's sister, and part of the reason we had split up. Or more accurately, why it happened sooner rather than later.
Clay had been debating coming to London with me. I had been debating the fact that I suspected we might be better friends than life partners, with us both being dominants.
Then Claire had dropped the bombshell that she had breast cancer. With only three days before surgery, a husband on deployment and not contactable, and two small children, our potential long sad goodbye became a mad dash in two separate directions. And that was that.
"She's great. Still cancer free. Max is retired from the Navy now. The kids are no longer kids. They're all great."
I reached over and took his hand, squeezing hard. "I'm so pleased she's well. That's fantastic news."
"Thanks," he coughed a little and blinked rapidly. He and Claire were always super close.
"Did Clay tell you about us?" I asked Alex and he nodded.
"Yea, he said you were kinda wrenched apart with no warning. That's tough. But how come you lost touch completely?"
We both winced.
"I found it hard," Clay admitted. "At the start I was heartbroken. I think Leslie was more realistic than I was about our future, but leaving him literally broke my heart. Then suddenly it was kids to school and comforting them, and surgery and recovery, then more treatment. Max coming back and having to leave again before it was over. Suddenly over a year had passed and our emails had trailed off."
I shook my head guiltily. "I don't really know why the emails stopped. Just, one day I realized I hadn't heard from Clay in three years, and I dunno. Kept meaning to get in touch, but never did."
"Maybe it was just meant to be," Alex suggested. "A proper break, so now you can start again as friends."
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. Always such a sweet heart. In truth Clay and I had been lazy and careless with each other.
We chatted through the meal. Clay telling us about his boyfriend and stories about Claire and the kids.
Me telling him about the manor and my role there. Plus all the fun we like to have.
It seemed like five minutes, but soon it was 11pm and I was walking Clay down to meet his cab.
"I would like to come see the manor," he admitted. "I always wanted to. But gorgeous as he is, I don't think it's appropriate for me to mix business and pleasure with Alex."
"We'll sort something out," I considered. "There's loads of space, I can keep the two of you separate easily enough. You should both have a think about whether you're comfortable with observing him or not. Even if not, I can keep you apart for a weekend, no problem."
"In that case, please can I come and see the manor?"
"Yes, of course," I grinned. "We'll meet up in a few weeks and have a chat, decide how to do it. You couldn't come this weekend anyway. Alex is due a severe public punishment."
"Really? Just for fun, you mean?"
"No. He betrayed me. So it's a real punishment. Not that he won't enjoy parts of it. The parts he doesn't enjoy, we all will."
"Wait? He was unfaithful?"
"No! Jesus, no. He shot me in the back while we were playing paintball. Just to win a stupid plastic trophy and get cake," I confirmed grumpily.
Clayton stared at me for a full thirty seconds before he burst out laughing.
"Yea, yea. Laugh!"
"That was not what I was expecting you to say."
I stood and grinned at his mirth. To be fair, it was pretty funny. And Alex knew full well I would be revenged. That's why he did it.
The cab pulled up and we moved forward.
"Thanks for a lovely meal and a fun evening," Clay said, pulling me into a hug.
I held on for a moment and rubbed his back. "I missed you Clay. Let's take more care with each other, yea?"
"Older and wiser now," Clay said as he stepped back.
"Older, anyways."
He laughed and turned towards the cab, but then spoke to the driver and turned back.
"Leslie, I don't think, with everything that was going on, I ever thanked you properly for everything you did when Claire got sick."
I frowned, casting my mind back.
Clay had thrown basics into a bag and been on a flight within four hours of getting Claire's call.
I had packed up my stuff and shipped to London. Packed up his stuff and shipped to LA. (We didn't live together, but our belongings were evenly spread over two apartments!)
"It was no problem," I said, slightly bemused.
"I'm not talking about boxing up our crap," he said. "I'm talking about you flying out to LA to say goodbye before you flew back to England. It meant the world to me that you took the time to do that."
"Well you left some valuables," I started, and Clay interrupted me.
"Which you could have couriered, as well you know. It meant the world, Leslie. I want you to know that."
I looked at the ground and blew out a shaky breath, but then looked up. "I loved you, Clay. I wanted a proper goodbye, and I wanted to hold you one last time. It was more than worth the flight, and my pleasure to do it."
We hugged again.
"Friends?"
"Friends," I agreed. Then stood and watched the slightly blurry taxi leave.
I wasn't surprised when strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me close.
"You okay?" Alex asked softy.
I covered his hands with mine and let out a sad sigh. "Yea, I'm good. Alex?"
"What?"
"Will you take care of me tonight?"
I was turned and tenderly kissed, still close in Alex's arms.
"My pleasure. Come on."
-X
A few minutes later we walked into our bedroom, our arms still tight around each other's waists.
I pulled away slightly. "I'm just going to," I indicated the bathroom rather than explain.
"Of course. Take your time."
I flicked the light on and pulled my sweater over my head, before reaching for my tooth brush. I hadn't missed Alex's minty breath as we returned to the apartment. We were both quite anal about that.
I cleaned my teeth, generally freshening up. Then I just sighed and leaned on the sink. Staring at my reflection. Barely recognizing myself.
I felt strange. Somehow untethered. Discontent, but why?
Seeing Clay again had been wonderful, but underlying it was a pain I would never have expected.
I frowned and rubbed my chest. Why did I feel so vulnerable?
Sighing again, I smoothed my hair as best as I could (Alex was just going to mess it up anyway) and turned. Snapping the light off and walking back into the bedroom.
The room was dimly lit.
The bedside lamp, and two candles providing a gentle glow. Soft, sultry instrumental blues played quietly.
Alex was stood waiting. Still in jeans and T-shirt, having only removed his socks. His long feet bare, toes digging into the thick carpet.
I stopped, suddenly overwhelmed, and just gazed at him. When he held out a hand I walked forward and let him pull me in. Enclosing me in warmth and safety.
I slipped my arms around his narrow waist and held tight, as he smoothed my hair and my back, before starting to move.
Slipping me into a gentle dance to the quiet music.
I turned my face into his neck and relaxed.
After hours, or just a few minutes, he rubbed his cheek against my hair, "You okay?"
"It's strange," I admitted. "I thought Clay was in my past, but suddenly there he is and it hurts."
"You love him."
I nodded. My nose rubbing Alex's skin. "I didn't know."
I gripped his hips as Alex pulled back slightly and tipped my chin. Taking my lips in a quiet kiss.
"You never really had a chance to end it, or reconcile to the end of your relationship. Now you can, and you can be friends." He pressed his palm to my cheek. "You are different people now. It doesn't take you back. You will get to know who you are now and move forward. It's a good thing."
Then he pressed his lips to mine again. Teasing me open and slipping his tongue into my mouth. Loving and claiming me.
I slid my arms up his chest and behind his neck. Holding on as Alex took the kiss into filthy land.
"Take me apart, Alex," I muttered into his kiss. "Take me over the edge."
Alex slid a hand over my skin, stroking my chest and letting his fingers drift down my abs, before flicking the button on my jeans and easing the zip down.
Clever fingers, this boy. He should have been a pickpocket.
I gasped, pulling air out of his lungs, as his blunt nails lightly grazed my length.
Alex just continued kissing me and smiled against my lips, as his other hand slid into the back of my jeans and into my boxers.
Down my ass, his finger pressing gently against my hole.
My eyes drifted closed as I swayed and trembled. Alex pulled back to look at my face as he pressed lightly. "This what you need?" he asked.
"Please," I whispered. Moaning as he caressed my ass and my cock simultaneously. I was gripping his shoulders now to stay upright.
"You're mine?"
"I'm yours."
We were somehow still dancing and unexpectedly my knees hit the bed making me lose my balance. I gasped and gripped Alex harder. He pulled me against his erection and gave me a such a wicked grin I started to laugh.
"Too much wine," Alex accused as he lowered me to the bed and started to work my jeans over my hips.
I started to protest, but then realized I probably was a little loose. Flopping back and just grinning at the ceiling as Alex stripped me.
When he crawled onto the bed and over my body, he was naked as well, and our cocks rubbed deliciously together.
"Hmmmm," I moaned and arched up towards him as his lips crashed back down.
We kissed, and rolled, and wrestled, until we were both breathless and smeared in pre-cum.
Finally, both on the edge, Alex released my nipple from his teeth and muttered, "Roll over, Leslie."
With a happy grin, I did. Moving to my hands and knees and practically shoving my arse in Alex's face.
For over twelve years I hadn't let anyone take me this way. As a young man, exploring my dominant nature and the heady freedoms that the manor and my lifestyle allowed me, I had occasionally allowed partners to use me this way. Until I screwed up big time and my cousin had punished and banished me.
Her punishment had involved my being well used. An experience I cannot deny brought an equal amount of terror and excitement. Pleasure and pain. It was perhaps misjudged, but not all bad, and even now I sometimes discuss it with Alex and get turned all the way on.
But the fall out was that a slight discomfort with anal penetration (in hindsight, as a young man I hadn't trusted my partners enough, but wanted to please them) became avoidance.
I'd had hook ups and casual partners while living in New York, but prior to Alex, my only long term relationship had been with Clay. We were both dominants and when not playing with willing subs, would fuck like bunnies. But in private, Clay's nickname for me had been 'Mr Toppy', because not with tongue, fingers, toys, or cock, had I ever let him near my ass.
I loved Clay, and until tonight I hadn't realized just how much. But it took falling in love with Alex to allow me to really trust, and from there to switch.
I didn't bottom very often, but when I gave myself to Alex this way, it was unlike anything I had ever known.
Now I sighed and moaned as Alex gently penetrated me with slicky fingers. I was leaning on my forearms, my head pressed to the mattress, only able to half hold myself up. Weakened by desire.
Alex slid in a third finger and I growled deep in my throat. He paused, and kissed my back, not moving until I leaned back slightly. He never ever pushed me on this. My tender carer.
When I was rocking in a steady rhythm I begged, "Inside me, sweetheart, please." And felt Alex's fingers slip free and his hands grip my hips.
That burning pressure as he pushed into me, always made my heart pound in slight panic.
Again, a pause. Murmured words, so soft I couldn't hear, but it was the tone I needed.
I reached for Alex's hand and pulled it around my chest, pushing back and moaning as he embraced me and slipped deep. Filling me completely.
It's such a strange sensation for someone who thrives on control to give it up.
Alex's arms were strong around my waist and chest, his large body supporting me, as he stretched and filled me repeatedly in increasingly fast movements.
And I, with wanton moans and trembling thighs, just let him take and revelled in it. Every moment.
His hand slid lower, down my flat belly until he took me in his hand and timed his strokes, inside and out.
I became overwhelmed and started to come undone. Struggling slightly, but then his lips on my neck calmed me and I moved with him. Our hips synchronized until we both flooded out our arousal and collapsed entwinned on the bed.
Slightly dazed I became aware of Alex pressing sweet little kisses all over my damp, flushed skin. Whispering endearments like sweet, smooth, beautiful, strong.
I rolled so his lips met my mine and pulled him in to me for cuddles. His weight pushing me into the mattress.
Showers and clean up could wait. I just wanted to stay here forever.
-X
The following afternoon I was back to my usual weekend self. As in, master of all I surveyed, master of Alex, and master of his pain.
Everyone knew the trick that Alex had played on me, and although this was all a game for us, it was still expected that I would take back my authority and that Alex would scream.
Oh yes. He was going to scream.
However, as I secured him to the frame upon which he would be disciplined, he was all wide eyed cheek, charm, and enthusiasm.
Already someway deep in submission, as being naked in front of most of the subs and dominants who called the manor their part time home always had that effect on him. Hardly anyone was missing.
Even the voyeurs room had been closed down for the afternoon.
Alex's erect cock was dripping pre-cum all over his balls as I strapped his wrists down. Naked, helpless, on display and about to punished. Two to five on Alex's favorite things list. (I was number one, obviously!)
It was a simple display bench. His legs in stirrups, ankles and thighs secured. Body spread the length on the padded bench, straps around his shoulders to stop him squiggling to the floor.
I used thick straps to attach his wrists to the frame, underneath him and behind his back. So his body was on clear display to all. He had quite a lot of wriggle room, but no chance of getting free.
We were all looking forward to seeing him struggle and beg.
I hadn't told Alex anything about what to expect. Only that I would gag him when he started begging for mercy, begging me to stop.
He had scoffed and stated, "So, no gag then." Ha! Anyone would think he didn't know me.
Now, as I finished securing him, the dark blue of his eyes were almost obscured by his pupils. He was that turned on.
Every muscle in his sculpted body straining with his breaths. I leaned over to kiss him and he smiled sweetly and with no little excitement.
"I'll stay with you, my love," I promised. "Right here."
The smiled flashed to a grin. Cocky sod.
Speaking of which.
The room murmured in appreciation when Mistress Sonja walked to the platform. I greeted her and smoothed Alex's hair as she bent to take a kiss from him.
"You're a bad boy aren't you, Alex?" she whispered to him, and he answered with an absolutely wicked grin. "Um hum," her eyebrow rose, as if to say 'challenge accepted' and she walked the length of him as she trailed her fingertips down his chest, abs, and hips. Just brushing the base of his erect dick before teasing over his balls.
Alex shuddered in his restraints, his head falling back. "Oh fuck!" he allowed, but his eyes gleamed.
Mistress Sonja seated herself on a stool that Master John arranged for her, with thanks, and immediately all of us watching ceased to exist as she turned her attention to that area on a man that is both soft and hard. Confrontational and vulnerable.
Alex's cock, balls, taint, butt and hole became her playground. Her entire focus.
Within five minutes his breathing was staggered and his skin damp with a sheen of sweat. Already on the edge and begging, as she aroused and explored him with fingertips, nails, her mouth and tongue, even her breath.
Never giving any one area quite enough attention to take him over the edge. His entire groin was already slick with pre-cum that was literally pouring out of him.
I stroked his chest and fingered his nipples. Stealing kisses when the begging became too loud. Soothing and reassuring. Watching him sink deeper and deeper into desperate need and that space in which all subs like to linger.
Seeing the mess that Mistress Sonja was making of him, I wasn't sure that lube was going to be needed. But, of course, when Mistress Sarah joined her on the platform, the crowd whooping and jeering, she brought lube.
Lube and her rods.
The pitiful groan that came deep from Alex was a joy to behold. It wasn't often that I tore genuine fear from him during play, but this was. Sarah is our sounding expert, and Alex loathes it with a vengeance.
She in turn kissed him and then made her way to join Sonja. Alex turned to me in desperation.
"Please no, not that. I'll do anything. Master please, I love you. Don't let her." His eyes closed and he hissed as his cock was squeezed. "Please not that."
"He'll need his gag," Mistress Sarah told me.
"Yes, soon," I agreed and kissed Alex into silence. "Just what did you expect? You shot your master in the back. The punishment must fit the crime."
Alex stared at me for a moment. Then moaned again. His head falling back, his eyes closing, as he surrendered.
I adjusted myself as discreetly as I could and continued my exploration of his upper body with hands and lips. My favourite part with any sub, is that moment when they surrender.
I could feel the pulse in Alex's neck hammering under my lips. His breath coming in short, terrified gasps.
An escaped whimper when the blunt tip of the first slender rod started to breach his cock. Sonja still teasing his balls, fingers buried in his ass.
I smirked and gagged Alex with my hand to muffle the begging as his body went tense and arched. His eyes wide and pleading on mine.
I could almost feel the crowd holding their breath, as we crossed from play to real punishment and tears spilled over Alex's cheeks, running into his hair as his head was pressed back against the bench.
"Hush," I removed my hand and gave him a tender kiss. His lips trembled under mine. "You know you want this."
He shook his head mutely.
"You know you deserve it."
His eyes closed and he bit his lip. I soothed him as the first rod slid painlessly out, and his cock was rewarded in Sonja's talented mouth.
"Fuck. FUCK!" he gasped, trying to pump his hips as she brought him back to full hardness.
Then as the next rod was prepared, something inside him gave in and he slumped in his bonds.
"Master," he whispered.
"Of course, my love." I lifted the gag and slid between his lips. I knew what he was asking for. Then I held his head and stared into his eyes as the second rod was gently pushed home. Sarah wasn't hurting him, but he was very aware. Ultra aware.
I smiled darkly as his eyes blurred a little and he mumbled into the gag. His eyes clinging to mine. I saw the need for submission and use, deepen into the desire for pain.
That's where I needed him. I kissed his eyes closed and fixed the blindfold. The moan being forced from him as Sonja licked and stroked, even as Sarah kept the rod buried deep.
They had barely started.
Thirty minutes later Alex was shaking violently. I had his hair gripped harshly to hold him still, my free hand resting on his abs. Enjoying the vibrations from his screams and sobs.
He let out another muffled, wretched scream as Sarah carefully, but ruthlessly pushed the slick metal rod down through his centre.
It was the largest yet and Alex's screams let us know it. He was reaching his limit.
I glanced down and raised an eyebrow as Sarah caught my eye and smirked. The rod was quite large, but unfortunately, I knew for a fact it was hardly any wider than a cystoscope (don't ask).
I gave them the nod though, which meant 'wrap it up'. Gently holding the rod in place, Sarah moved aside so Sonja could come in and work her magic.
They were going to force Alex to cum around it.
Sonja's clever fingers on his cock and in his ass, alongside the discomfort that his manipulated brain was transmitting as the agony he so desperately craved, sent Alex over in a matter of moments.
He arched and screamed out a feral cry, his cock spewing around the rod and into the air, before going limp. Not unconscious, just spent.
I noted his weak signal and lifted my hand briefly from his abs to repeat it where the mistresses in charge of his body could see. His red signal.
With a final caress from both, and the swift withdrawal of the rod, Alex's punishment and torment ended. For today anyway!
I pulled the gag free and lifted the blindfold, kissing his lips and face and murmuring reassurance.
Our minder this afternoon was Frank, big enough to lift all six-four of sleekly muscled hunk that was my husband, and within a few moments he was being lowered, still deep in the sub-zone, into my arms on the nearby couch.
Chris brought over a soft blanket and helped me to cover Alex, it wasn't cold, but he was sweat soaked and would cool down fast. Chris rubbed the material against his back and legs, where I couldn't reach, to dry him a little and keep him warm.
Will also helped with some warm damp cloths and dry towels, passing them to me so I could wipe Alex's face and clean him up a little.
Alex lay, trembling in my arms, as I sipped a drink provided by Kerry, and chatted to him and Curtis who sat opposite me, their subs snuggling against them once Alex was settled.
Once Alex stopped trembling and became quiet, I decided to move him on. He was still in the zone, but was safe to move now.
"Up you get," I gave his ass a slap to reinforce my point. Proud when Alex scrambled to his feet, wincing and half reaching for his cock before he remembered it belonged to me right now, and standing straight in a relaxed display position.
His eyes were downcast, his cheeks flushed, but he was reasonably steady on his feet. Even so, "Who wants to give me a hand on the steps?" I asked.
"You go, Will." Kerry gave his boyfriend and slave a nudge. "Then you can run upstairs and swap your clothes for your red collar. A few people have mentioned how spank-able you look tonight."
This was said with a grin and followed by a kiss, but Will couldn't help but shiver in anticipation.
"Yes, Master," he whispered gratefully against Kerry's lips. Then stood and turned, ready to help me.
I nodded at my friends and led Alex out by the hand. I just needed Will to help steady him on the steep steps to the basement. The lift didn't go down that far, and I couldn't ignore the unlikely, but slight possibility that Alex may become dizzy or faint. It had been rather a trying session.
I also had no doubt that despite Kerry's apparently blaseĢ attitude, he would meet Will in their rooms. As by the time Will had got naked and pulled on his collar (red signalling extreme use) he would be half way to subbing and therefore vulnerable. Certainly not ideal to go wandering around alone.
"Thanks, Will." I turned and smiled when we reached the bottom of the steps. Will grinned and then kissed Alex's cheek before staring at him for a moment. Both amusement and jealously in his eyes. "Have a good evening." I prompted to get him moving.
"I will Master Aquarius, thank you."
I watched him up to the bend in the stairs. Will went 'under' easier than anyone I knew. And had in fact put himself under one time when Kerry was unwell and resting upstairs.
Will had found a particularly erotic (and fun) graphic novel in the library and sent himself under. Quite amazing really, but thank goodness it had happened here and not when he was working at his book shop or who knows what might have happened.
One of the newer mistresses and her sub found him and sensibly led him straight to us, saying they thought he might have taken something.
We had arrived late that day, so were dining, not playing. Alex, the girls and me, with Sadie and John.
I could see he was actually deep in the zone and John had gone to find Kerry while I moved to a nearby couch and drew Will into my arms, where he snuggled and went straight into a doze.
He was now banned from reading anything remotely X-rated, not pre-approved, without supervision.
I had also gifted him with his own set of that particular story, not that easy to track down. I knew that he and Kerry enjoyed acting out scenes from time to time.
Still smirking at the memory, I tugged Alex after me into our pool area. Walking him slowly, as he was clearly a little over-sensitive.
Our pool was environmentally kind in both cleaning and heating, no chemicals, so was really like a big bath. Alex would feel much better once submerged.
He stood and waited while I stripped and then walked him onto the platform. Keira and Casey were both in the water, in swimsuits as we were not playing any more tonight.
Alex and I sat and then slipped into the water. He was still looking to me for direction, so I told him to float. He was more than capable of being safe in the water, even when semi-subbing, but the girls stayed close.
Alex closed his eyes, letting his butt sink a little so his cock was under the water, clearly it felt good. Gradually he relaxed and came back to himself.
We just chatted quietly around him about mundane things. We were basically a big group of family-friends and there was always catching up to do.
After what I judged to be about twenty minutes, I pulled myself back on to the platform and sat, my legs dangling in the deep water, the shallower water of the platform almost up to my waist.
Less than two minutes later (he's very predictable) Alex suddenly broke his float to tread water, facing Keira. "Where's?" She merely smiled and pointed behind him.
Alex turned in the water and quickly swam over to me. Coming half onto my lap, his face against my stomach, bottom half still in the pool, and started to sob.
Alex doesn't always cry after subbing. But he always does after pain play. It's how I know he's really back.
When the sobbing turned to sniffles, Casey went and fetched a bottle of water and a towel. Crouching in the water to let Alex, still half in my lap, re-hydrate a little and wipe his face.
Then he thanked her and asked me to move back on the platform a little.
I did, and with effortless grace, he heaved himself fully out of the water, before leaning back in my arms with a tired, happy smile.
"Welcome back," I teased. Leaning in to give him a soft kiss that ended with a light nip of his lower lip.
Alex laughed. "I can't believe you let Sarah at me again."
"You're a bad boy," Keira told him, leaning on her elbows on the platform and grinning up at him as her feet kicked lazily in the water.
"Yea," he admitted, his eyes dancing with mischief. I suspected it wouldn't be too long before he earned another punishment.
-X
Three weeks later, I drove Clay down to the manor. Alex was not with us.
He had decided to take his cousin and uncle up on an opportunity for a climbing weekend. Much too advanced for me. Alex had agreed to fly up and borrow equipment from them, rather than drive the whole way to Scotland on his own.
All three of them were expert and experienced climbers. His uncle trained rescue teams from miles around. I dropped him at the airport, told him to stay safe and relinquished control for a few days. Which was probably a healthy thing for both of us. It's not like our relationship is anything close to normal!
Alex and I had talked seriously about his desire not to be anywhere near the manor when Clay was. He is, after all, a submissive who thrives on use and exposure and I was a little bemused.
Alex had seemed unhappy, and that was so unlike him I was worried. I had kissed him back into smiles, while reassuring him that I had every intention of honouring his wishes, I just wanted to understand them.
He has done work for many subs and doms from the manor. Both masters and mistresses who have taken part in gangbangs he loved every second of, so I was genuinely curious as to what the issue with Clay was. As I had already decided myself to keep them apart.
Alex had pointed out that people from our manor family had known him from there first, and still respected him enough to employ him.
He was not so knowledgeable about Clay as a dominant and had gained him as a client first, it made him feel awkward. As did our history. The possibility of being exposed, or used in front of my ex was a line he didn't want to cross.
I actually felt the same, so it was all good. Clay also had been having second thoughts, until I told him Alex would not be on site, and then he was raring to visit.
It was a one-off anyway. Clay would be headed home soon and would only visit the UK on occasion.
He sat, leaning forward in his seat as we approached the manor, trying to take in everything at once. It is a quirky, but imposing building.
I pulled into my space and snagged his arm before he could go running off. Smiling and handing him a mask. "Sorry, rules is rules!"
"I forgot. And you're Master Aquarius here, not just Master?"
"Certainly when taking part or observing play. We relax more in our rooms, or at dinner. Usually." I shrugged a little. "It can be a little messy at times, but if in doubt, stick with formality."
"Goddit," He drawled and turned to grin at me. "How do I look?"
"Like Bodybuilder-Zorro!" I quipped and he laughed.
I explained that his bags would be taken care of, and led him inside.
His eyes immediately lighting up at sight of the current cum-dump.
The slim, well defined, somehow elegant, dark skinned body was draped backwards over a frame.
Bound at wrists, ankles, neck and waist. His feet were pointing at the door so we had a clear view of cum drenched stomach, pelvis, and thighs as our eyes adjusted from the sunlight.
The straining cock was in painful looking chastity. Two condoms taped in place over the whole apparatus, and what was clearly cum leaking out from underneath, which much have hurt like hell.
The balls were also in bondage today. Those little metal eggs of torture with the spikes about half pushed in.
Someone had been in the mood for pain.
Clay was just stood grinning.
"Whoa, this is great. He's beautiful. Where's he from? Look at his skin, I just wanna lick him all over."
"London," I confirmed, unsurprised at Clay's attraction. His partner of nearly four years was African-American and I had quite an olive skin tone myself. Clay has a type, and it's not pale guys as a rule.
"London? Really?"
"Hello, the UK is a totally multi-cultural society you know!"
"Sorry. Christ you're right, that was rude, I'm sorry."
I rolled my eyes so he knew I wasn't mad. It wasn't like it was the first time I had to remind visitors of the facts of life. I blame telly; things like Miss Marple and Midsomer Murders.
"Many of us are quite het-up by the time we arrive, so we have a cum-dump here to take the edge off." I gestured for him to go ahead as I spoke and his grin came back with a vengeance.
"Really? I can? Oh, Boy, yes please." He had his cock in his hand before the end of the sentence, and I laughed. Comfortable enough after meeting up a few times to join him as we jacked off all over our already dripping, helpless victim, and both let out a relieved sigh/giggle.
"I love this place already," Clay laughed. "Oh, so he's gagged. What if he needs out?"
I glanced up from tucking myself away. "He'll signal to his minder," I pointed at the man in jeans and a polo shirt, discreetly sat at the bottom of the stairs but watching closely. "Hey, Mickey. How are you?"
"Good afternoon, Master Aquarius. Sir," he nodded at Clay, the mask marking him out as my guest.
"Hi, sorry. I didn't see you there."
"No problem," Mickey confirmed, unusually serious, before turning back to me. "Is Alex okay, Master?"
"Yes, he's spending the weekend up in Scotland. He's fine." I ignored the fact Mickey was giving Clay a suspicious look. Alex was popular, which made people protective.
I was saved from having to explain further when Sadie appeared from behind us. "My darling cousin, and honoured guest," she pulled us both in hugs and whispered a quiet hello to Clay. They had met years ago, but we preferred that everyone didn't catch our guest's names.
She had a minder with her, who took my car keys and went to take Clay's bags up to room 12, according to Sadie. Coincidence that is was about as far from my apartment as he could get. It also had the best view.
I couldn't help but see Mickey look relieved and shot him a look, causing him to flush and look sheepish. I just raised an eyebrow and shook my head slightly.
I mean, Jesus. If I was going to cheat on my husband I sure as hell wouldn't do it here.
Sadie took Clay's arm to lead him to the bar and refreshment, before we showed him around. He glanced back at the restrained cum-dump and stopped dead, a look of shock on his face.
"But that's. That's," his confused eyes met mine. "He works for you?"
I grinned down at the familiar short sticky-uppy dreds, currently topped with little gold beads that matched his bronze/gold ring. "Yes, it's Chris. You met him on Wednesday."
I took his other arm and we walked him into the large lounge and bar. And who should be waiting there but Curtis.
"As I live and breathe," he yelled and stood, his arms wide.
Curtis and Clay had met many times when Curtis came to visit me while in exile in the states.
"You can use his name, it's fine," I reassured Clay, who smiled with thanks as he was dragged in for a hug.
"Curtis, it's good to see you. Do you prefer Master Curtis?"
"Christ, not at the bar. Maybe later if we play with my sub. He's having a pain and use day. Gets the urge every now and then."
Clay glanced around and Curtis laughed, "What? Didn't you see him?"
"We saw him," I confirmed. My grin making it clear we had made use as well. "Chris is Curtis' sub," I said quietly to Clay.
"He said he met you on Wednesday. I was looking forward to seeing you again," Curtis said, passing Clay a drinks menu.
"Yea, we met. He was nice, but he's your sub?"
Curtis nodded and sipped his drink. "Yea. Master Aquarius introduced us actually. He's mostly into chastity, but since I started bringing him here, he's developed a love of use and gangbangs as well. Even pain on occasion. You look confused," he ended on a half laugh.
"Oh. Just a coke please," Clay smiled at our bar-person. "No, just. Well, I thought he told me he was engaged."
"He is. To me," Curtis held up his hand with his matching (only his was silver) ring.
"They've been engaged nearly two years," I clarified. "Lord knows when they'll actually make any plans!"
"So it's like you and Alex?"
I shook my head. "No. Chris is a sub, not a slave. Everything they do together is agreed together. Curtis doesn't get to make decisions for him."
"Don't want that kind of responsibility," Curtis agreed.
Clay nodded, his eyes assessing me. "It's starting to make more sense in my head now."
"Come," I motioned towards the patio. "Bring your drink, we'll show you around."
Clay stood on the patio, forgetting the drink in his hand, as he took in the view.
Apart from the beautiful gardens, just starting with the early blooms, and it was warm for early April, we could also see lots of use and play going on.
Within our easy sight were two separate floggings, and one general fuck-toy. All restrained (and all close to patio heaters, so no one's bollocks shrivelled up!).
Plus the puppies were digging in the beds, which thankfully hadn't been planted yet, looking cute in their muddy onesies.
We had also passed two less hardy subs being edged, on the short walk from bar to patio.
"Most people will be in the voyeurs room," I told Clay. "Sadie's baby. It's pretty great, and to be fair, it's not that warm yet."
"Yes, it's busy in there today," Sadie confirmed, then broke off as a sub rushed out.
"Master Curtis. Master Curtis. Please it's Chris," she ran up, wide eyed.
"But," Curtis frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"It went to voicemail," she told him.
Jumping a little when he hissed, "Fucking battery," and ran inside.
I touched the sub's shoulder, already starting back. "He wasn't swearing at you."
"Oh, I know that," she smiled. "It's only a cramp. I didn't mean to scare him."
"Thanks for coming to find him." I glanced behind, to make sure Clay was following me, he nodded acknowledgement and we hurried inside, close behind Curtis.
John was there reassuring him, expertly releasing Chris from the CBT device, as Mickey released the restraints.
Chris was still gagged and blindfolded. Subs have a cramp signal, so they don't need to be able to speak to tell us what's wrong.
I stepped forward to help and a few moments later we were lowering Chris onto the cum soaked floor as Curtis pulled the gag free.
"Left thigh," Chris gasped, and then moaned as John wrapped his big hands around the top of his leg and started to walk his fingers down, digging into the muscle.
"Ah. Ah. Oh shit. There! FUCK!" Chris sagged back into Curtis' arms as John gently pressed. His leg starting to shake.
I slipped the blindfold off, as Curtis has his arms full of unhappy Chris.
"Hey," I grinned, and he managed a smile back.
"Master," He started. Then, "Ohhh, thank God," as John found the spot and the muscle started to relax.
At that point a young lady called Lisa joined us, summoned by Mickey, and knelt unconcerned in the gloopy mess, taking over from John. Chris immediately let out a carnal groan that I've no doubt had Curtis' cock poking into his back (even I twitched a bit).
She's one of our massage therapists, and very good.
"Oh, that's a nasty one," she sympathized, as Curtis kissed away a couple of tears. But locked up muscles have no chance against the power of Lisa, and a few minutes later Chris was smiling for real again.
"That's so much better, thanks, Lisa."
She frowned at Curtis. "Do you have a bath in your room?"
"No, just a shower, but there's a seat."
"I can run a bath in my rooms," I told her and she nodded.
"Please. Nice and warm, have a good soak, then come up to my treatment room for one-thirty. We don't want anything to cramp up again." She glanced around and then at John. "It probably should be warmer in here for the cum-dump."
"My apologies," John inclined his head. "And to you, Chris. We'll set back up in the library."
I left with Clay to run the bath, leaving John and Mickey to help Curtis bring Chris upstairs.
"You can take the mask off in here," I told him. "Unless you are shy around Mickey?"
"I'm not shy," he grinned, and looked with interest around my rooms. "This place is amazing."
I grinned, the water whooshing out of the taps. "Hmmmm, what do you think? Lavender, or salty ocean fresh?"
"Lavender," Clay grinned and I slugged it in generously. Happy when Clay confirmed he had a similar coffee machine to mine, and offered to caffeine us up.
I had just shut the water down when Chris came in, his arms around John and Curtis' shoulders. "Ohhh. Bubbles," he exclaimed. His eyes lighting up like a kid at Christmas.
"Smells like my nan's potpourri," Curtis wrinkled his nose.
"Alex swears by it, post-bondage," I confirmed. "Do you need help?"
"Nah, I've got him," Curtis said, and we gave them privacy. Well, sort of. Let's face it, Chris was already naked and covered in cum from half the manor!
-X
As Curtis and Chris left to go up to Lisa's treatment room, Chris still limping ever so slightly, Casey arrived and I introduced her to Clay.
Sadie quickly picked up on the fact that Casey wanted to speak with me. I hadn't actually been expecting her today, so hadn't told her about Clay being my guest yet. Although I had explained Casey and Keira to him (I don't think he really got it, what with him knowing I'm gay, but I did my best).
Sadie took Clay down to the voyeurs room, which is where Keira was today, as it was the safest place for her when I was otherwise occupied, and made her boyfriend, Master Shey, happy.
I tried not to dump her in there too often. Mainly to prevent Shey getting a repetitive wrist injury. He does so enjoy watching her be used.
I made yet another coffee, switching to decaff in case I started twitching, and the same for Casey. Giving her a friendly nudge when she stared down at the mug, "Out with it."
"Sorry," she smiled, but looked troubled. "I didn't know you had a guest. We can do this another time?"
"It can't be that bad," I reassured her.
She sighed. "Paul and I have been talking. On and off for a few months now." She sipped, procrastinating as much as possible.
I leaned my chin on my hand and pouted to make her laugh. Then, "Are you leaving me, Casey?"
"No. Please, no that's not what either of us want."
"Then what do you want?"
She sniffed a bit, "We don't know. That's the issue, but I'm so uncomfortable. I feel like I'm letting my girls down."
"Okay," I placed her mug on the table and pulled her into a hug. "Our relationship and your needs have changed a lot since you became a mum. We all expected it. If you need to step back for a while that's fine."
She shook her head but then blinked wet eyes up at me. "Am I a slut?"
"Who put that idea in your head. Not Paul?"
She shook her head again. "No, of course not. But I'm not comfortable anymore with the, well, with the sex. But I don't want to stop." She groaned. "I don't know what I want."
"Fine. So tell me what Paul said."
"He admits the idea of the girls ever finding out is very uncomfortable."
"And?"
"And he said I should talk with you."
I huffed out a laugh. Way for her husband to pass the buck.
I passed her drink back and thought for a minute as Casey blinked at me and sipped.
"Do you want to stop with the bondage and tail?"
"No. Definitely not."
"And you still want to sub for me?"
"Yes. Please, of course."
"Okay, calm down," I soothed as her voice became panicky. "What about use?"
Now she put the mug aside and wrung her hands. "I love the idea as much as I always did. It still turns me on, I'm so happy and free when I'm in the pit being used, or whatever play we are doing. But afterwards, I start to feel sick, thinking if I ever had to explain it to the girls."
I took her hand and kissed it. "Don't look so frantic. There's always a solution."
"Is there?"
I nodded. "Why don't we try pulling it back a little, to see if a small adjustment suits you."
"What kind of adjustment?" Casey wondered.
"Well, think of when Kerry first brought Will here. We soon discovered he's one of the most hard-core pain sluts we've had."
She nodded, frowning.
"And he loved nothing more than a good gang-bang, you remember?"
"Yes, of course."
"But it wasn't very long before Kerry pulled him back from sexual intercourse with other men. He got too jealous, couldn't handle it."
Casey's eyes widened. "He gets used with toys and fingers," she realized.
"And women with strap-ons. Even chastity slaves with strap-ons."
"And he'll pleasure other people. Oral. Hand jobs."
"Yes," I agreed. "He'll even fuck another sub occasionally, but it's years since Will has had anyone but Kerry inside him."
Casey stared at me, a look of hope on her face.
"Do you think that might work for you? You'll go into your tail, get your pit use. Oral sex, but only fingers and toys in your ass?"
"That could work," She breathed, flushing with excitement.
"Talk it over with Paul."
"Oh, but!"
I grinned. "You're not a slave anymore, and your family will always come first. Speak to Paul and we shall see how it goes. And Casey."
"What?"
"There is no reason the girls will ever find out about what goes on here. You know how careful everyone is when it comes families and kids."
"Of course, you're right. I was panicking. I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed."
She came back for another hug and I squeezed her tight. One of my best friends, and the first slave I ever owned. I may have relinquished her to her family, but we would always be family as well.
-X
Clay had been well entertained by the voyeurs room and varying activities while I was speaking with Casey.
He had also been very interested in the minders programme and spoken in depth to a number of people who were at varying stages of recovery from porn addiction.
Saturday night was the highlight though, as it was Will's three monthly bull-whipping.
Kerry usually displayed Will on the Sunday and stayed overnight. Taking an (often still subbing) Will back to London on the Monday and keeping a close eye for a few days.
However, he had almost cancelled today, as he had to fly to Ireland early Monday morning. I had been disappointed, as I doubted Clay would ever come across such a harsh whipping elsewhere, and Will had borderline sulked.
It was Keira who suggested that perhaps Kerry could take Clay back to London and she and I would stay at the manor, with medical help at hand, to look after Will.
I had been moved and honoured when Will had liked the idea. But more than that, deeply shocked when Kerry had agreed. He is a tad over-protective, and well, a control freak.
(Yea, and someone just said 'takes one to know one'. I heard you!)
We gathered in the library as Will was restrained, spread-eagled, to watch him sink into, what he assures me, is blissful pain.
Kerry had already given me my instructions. I wasn't sure what was going on in Ireland to call him back so suddenly, but he was tense and angry.
"Are you sure you have enough control for this today?" I had asked him. He considered seriously, as I held a hand over Will's mouth to stop him arguing his case, but then smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I'll be fine. For me this is about giving Will what he needs. It's almost meditative. It will be good for both of us. It's either that or we skip it completely."
Will pulled my hand down, his eyes pleading. "Nooo, please I need it. Sorry, Master Aquarius, but please. Kerry won't do anything bad, and I know you'll look after me, please."
"Did you just remove my hand from your mouth?" I asked darkly, and Will flushed.
"Sorry, Master," he whispered, looking at the ground.
"Make him scream," I instructed Kerry, then we both laughed at Will's obvious relief.
Now I stood with Clay in the excited crowd, painfully hard, as we all were, as we watched Will gaze into his master's eyes with longing.
This was such a popular event, but Kerry had never deviated from the three months, and a delay of a week would mean one of the most popular New Year events would be out of sync.
Clay couldn't tear his eyes from Will. His trembling helpless body stretched taut. Damp hair falling into his eyes. Which were huge and dark on Kerry's. Ridged abs flexing with every breath.
And he was leaking like a sieve. Little pain-slut.
When Kerry made Will kiss the whip handle, before cracking it out (newbies always jump), Clay swallowed hard.
"So, it's a real bull-whip?"
"Kerry has his whips made in the States. He trained over there."
"Does he bleed? He doesn't have any scars?"
I smiled, Clay was into domination and was very turned on by the bondage in front of us, and Will's willing submission, but he wasn't so hard-core with pain.
"He has a few, if you look close, but no he won't bleed. Only if there's a bad hit. That hasn't happened in ages."
I paused when Keira slipped in-between us. Dressed, so off duty, with a glass of champagne. "I haven't seen this in months," she said, her eyes sparkling.
I lifted and kissed her hand, winking at Shey who arrived behind her, before continuing.
"Usually Will likes to pass out during play. But I doubt Kerry will take it that far tonight. Not when he's letting someone else do the after-care. But generally Will has welts rather than cuts. They have a magical balm and it's amazing how quickly his skin recovers."
"Okay," Clay nodded and whispered, before clearing his throat. "Okay," he repeated with more confidence.
As always, Will's whipping was a thing of beauty.
He was blindfolded, as much to protect his eyes as to heighten the anticipation. Tonight Master Kerry left him ungagged, and we enjoyed every shudder and scream. Begged whimper, and pleading for more. Always for more.
Kerry laid three lines across Will's shoulders, mid-back and ass, before moving to the front and leaving six angry strips down his chest and torso.
Kerry's aim was so accurate, the lines could have been measured, and started with a welt that linked Will's nipples, and caused him to scream and writhe in the restraints when Kerry placed the whip aside and pinched him hard.
He then produced a small leather flogger, what we call a 'tapper' and tapped Will's balls to a bright red flush as he jacked him off and forced him to arch and cum.
This was, in fact, a gentler punishment than Will usually experienced on his three-monthly's, but I knew that was partly as Kerry was leaving him in my hands.
Kerry was also generous enough to request Clay's assistance with getting Will down and upstairs. So Clay got up close and personal with the shaking, sobbing, sweat soaked, tortured version of Will that now existed.
Very different from the 'Hey, cool man. You're from New York. Excellent! What, Dude? You and Master A, used to shag?' version that had charmed and amused him over lunch.
Clay went for a nightcap with Sadie, Keira and Shey, while I had the privilege of joining Kerry and Will for Will's bath and initial comfort and wound treatment.
Will was super-deep and Kerry, keeping his voice soft and gentle, talked me through his reactions and needs, all while reassuring and praising Will. The trust and tenderness between the two men literally brought a lump to my throat.
As a master, the juxtaposition coming right off the back of a brutal whipping, was fascinating. It's totally different when you do it yourself.
After a short rest, Will was bound onto his display frame for the night.
Kerry expected it would be a busy night, as Will would be coming off display early, when Kerry left at lunchtime on Sunday with Clay.
"He'll be exhausted. He won't get many breaks tonight," he warned, chewing his lip as we took our nightcap back in his room.
I waited until he looked up at me. "Keira and I will keep him close. And we won't head back to London before Tuesday, so Rachel will be around as well. Don't worry."
Kerry searched my face for a moment and then smiled. "Thanks, Leslie. Sorry, it's just I've never left him in his sub-space before, and he had a bad experience before he met me."
I nodded, that was all too common with submissives.
"I assume he knows where you are going? He's not going to ask me questions I can't answer, and be worried?"
Kerry shook his head and started to speak, but I interrupted.
"You don't have to tell me anything, that wasn't what I meant. I just wanted to make sure Will knows."
"He does, but he can be a bit loose lipped as he comes out of his quiet space, so it's probably best I tell you. Then he won't feel bad if he lets something slip."
"If that's what you want. I won't share anything you tell me."
"When's Alex due back?"
"Tuesday."
"Best you explain to him then," he paused to collect his thoughts. No doubt deciding how much to share. Kerry is a very careful man.
"My Ma has some trouble back home. It seems a neighbour took control of her finances, sold her house, and fucked off with the lot. She has dementia, which I wasn't aware of. Another neighbour, who I do remember, came over with her son, who is Garda," he sent me a questioning look and I nodded to show I understood he meant police.
"They tracked me down. Ma's in a very expensive nursing home. Settled, and Mrs O'Riley," his face become fonder. He clearly had good memories of this neighbour. "She said it's a really good place."
"What are you going to do?"
He shrugged. "Speak with the home and arrange payment. Mrs O'Reilly has spoken with Father Cervi," he paused when I snorted.
"Sorry, that doesn't sound very Irish."
"Ha! He's Italian apparently. Not the old sod that I knew, thankfully. Anyway, he has agreed to tell Ma the church are funding her payments."
"Why not tell her the truth?"
Kerry gave a bitter snort. "Dementia or not. She wouldn't take money from the son who fornicates with other men. It's unnatural."
"I'm sorry, Kerry."
He took a deep drink and then shrugged sadly. "I'm long over it. But sometimes the 'what could have been' it can still sting, you know?"
I nodded. "What can I do?"
Kerry flashed me a quick, bright grin and seemed to relax. Leaning forward to tap his glass against mine. "Just take care of Will."
"It's done."
-X
Alex arrived back at our flat late afternoon on Tuesday, to find me with Will, who was dozing, curled against me on the sofa.
He came in quietly and winced, "Shit. That looks sore, is he okay?"
I nodded and smoothed Will's hair. "Yea, but you should change into old clothes, this balm gets everywhere!"
Alex grinned and leaned down to kiss me before slipping into our room to change.
He came out and made coffee, passing me one, before settling in the oversized chair.
"Did you have fun?"
His eyes lit up. "Yea, it was amazing. I have about three-thousand photos, and we got involved in a rescue which was cool, watching Barry and Uncle Davy in action. Really impressive."
"Was everyone okay?" I frowned, then lowered my voice again and gently tangled my fingers in Will's hair when he whimpered and shifted.
"Yea, it was just a sprained ankle, but they still take it seriously, and the guy couldn't weight bear at all. We were closer than the team, so went on in and met them part way down."
I nodded, before raising a brow, "So it's Uncle Davy now?"
Alex smiled a little shyly. "Just feels right, you know. Do you think it's weird?" he questioned in a low tone.
"No, of course not. Davy is your uncle and he's earned your respect. I think it's lovely that you want to honour that."
Will came awake at that point, a little disorientated at first, but calmed quickly. It was time for more balm anyway, and he sat quiet as I carefully applied it to his welts and bruising.
I as did, I explained Kerry's trip to Alex. Will seemed relieved that I knew, but his only comment was, "She's mean." In relation to Kerry's mother.
I kissed his hair and passed him over to Alex for a snuggle while I went to start dinner.
Will was starting to talk more now, and after a few moments Alex decided that Will needed to move and loosen up a little, so decided to unpack and get his stuff in the wash.
I asked him to make up the spare room as well, I suspected Kerry would be back overnight, rather than waiting for the morning. I had cleared him with security and given him a key, just in case.
I smiled fondly, the smell of ginger and spice filling the kitchen, chicken sizzling, as I watched Will trail around after Alex like a baby duckling. It was cute as hell. Alex making unnecessary trips backwards and forwards just to keep Will moving and loosen his muscles a little.
I relaxed over our meal, listening to Alex tell tales about his trip and the beauty of the mountains at dawn. (No Starbucks? No thanks!)
Will ate automatically as he listened (there is nothing stops him from packing away food), and occasionally made an unrelated comment, which proved he wasn't really back with us and was quite adorable.
After random updates on the effect of moon patterns on digestion, lobsters being right or left handed (or should that be clawed?) and the best brand of board wax, we fell back in a heap on the couch and Will dozed off ten minutes into a movie.
Marvel universe saved (sort of), we made Will the filling in a bedtime sandwich. Cuddles only you dirty minded so and so's. Kerry trusted me. And fell into dreams.
I woke around 2am, thirsty, and wandered into the kitchen for cold water. Turning when I heard the door open and close with a soft click. "Kerry?"
He came in, looking tired, but surprisingly unrumpled and fresh. "Hi, you're up."
I held up my glass to demonstrate and he nodded. My being clad only in boxers gave the game away.
"Will's sleeping. He's been fine, but he's still really deep under. Have you eaten?"
"Yea, I'm good, and I'm not surprised," Kerry confirmed regarding Will. He nodded his thanks when I pulled some water from the fridge and offered it.
"We made up the spare room. We can move Will across for you."
Kerry opened his mouth to argue but then subsided. "Thanks, Leslie. I'm beat, if I'm honest."
"Did you get everything sorted?"
He nodded as we walked towards my bedroom. "Yea. I hate the fact that asshole gets away with ripping off a vulnerable old lady, but there's no case. All done legally. Power of attorney and written / witnessed statements that she wanted to sign everything over to him."
I paused at the door. "I bet he's done it before."
"Well. Fuck it. She's safe and he won't get anything from me." His eyes brightened as they landed on Will, sprawled in the middle of the bed, taking up most of the space. "How'd Alex fit in there?"
"I've no idea. Your boyfriend is a bed hog!" I gripped his shoulder. "I'm just going to say, although if you ever want to speak with me you can, but I won't ask you. I just want to say. You're a good man, Kerry. You didn't owe that woman anything."
He nodded, a faint flush on his cheeks, but then admitted. "I actually feel a little bit superior about the whole thing."
I grinned. "Good."
I kissed Alex awake, catching him when he tried to roll and nearly went off the side of the bed. Then with muffled sniggers, we lifted a sleepy Will into my arms, as I was most awake (and as Alex pointed out -- the weight lifter!).
He clung like a Koala, legs around my waist, arms around my neck, and blinked sleepily as I walked him into the spare room. "Sorry, was I taking up too much room?"
I lay him down and tapped his nose. "Ah, you're coming back a little. And no. Well, yes, but that's not the problem. Your owner's back."
Kerry had gone in ahead of us to clean his teeth and strip, and walked back in now, quickly wrapping Will close when he held up his arms and let out a soft keening cry.
"Hush. I'm here. You were fine with Master Aquarius?" I was pretty sure I would be back to, Leslie, by breakfast, but Kerry knew better than to knock Will out of subbing too fast.
Will nodded against his neck and I heard him whisper, "I missed you."
I closed the door on them and went back to my room. Alex had disappeared after helping with Will. Laughing when I walked in and saw him 'starfished' in the middle on the bed, fake snoring.
"That your Will impression?"
He just snored louder.
"Buckle up then, I'm coming in," I warned, and watched his face crease into laughter as I dived on top of him.
-X
To be continued.
- Alex's fondness for BDSM Manor and his responsibilities as a tenant farmer had been a surprise, but he loved the challenge and the sense of discipline it brought.
- Clayton Harper, a guest Alex had brought home, was surprised to find out that Alex had married Leslie, and he admired their strong bond and connection.
- As part of their BDSM exploration, Leslie and Alex enjoyed playing with bondage, whipping, sounding, and CBT, always ensuring safe and consensual play.
- Clayton, being an expert in his field, was intrigued by the BDSM Manor and asked Leslie if he could visit, promising to keep their business separate.
- Leslie, remembering their past history and Claire's cancer battle, felt grateful for Clayton's words and promised to take better care of their friendship in the future, expressing hope that they could rebuild their bond as friends.