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force, until finally his body
jumped. A gasp flew out of his mouth and Juliette smiled at the sound. It had
been too long since she had known this pleasure. Her simple cotton slacks
molded to her labia from the wetness seeping from her core.
    “How are you doing, Trey?” she asked coyly.
    “Thank you, ma’am. May I have another?”
    She chuckled at the response. The guy did have a fine sense
of humor. There was nothing inconsistent with laughing and BDSM. It was
supposed to be fun, after all. “You let me know if it gets to be too much.”
    “Do I need a safe word, ma’am?” he asked, his voice thick
with passion.
    “You can have one if you want. Personally, I don’t use
them.” Not any more, not after Tom, but she didn’t explain that to him. No need
to spook him with her emotional baggage. “I’m careful to monitor your
condition. Subs have a way of getting so into the zone, into sub space it’s
called, that they don’t have the good sense to ask their Domme to stop. It’s my
job to take care of you, so I’ll decide when it’s time to end our play. If you feel
at any time that you can’t take what I’m doing, then ask me to stop.”
    “It’s that simple? Aren’t you worried I’ll say stop too
quickly?”
    “I trust you to say it only when you really mean it.”
Otherwise they were doomed before they started.
    He took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. “I won’t say
it. I’ll take whatever you choose to give me, Mistress.”
    The last word alone nearly sent her over the edge. God, how
she loved having a man in her control again. “I’m glad to hear it. The lesson
will continue.” Juliette went back to the petting and flogging for a few
minutes more before beating his ass in earnest. Setting a horizontal figure
eight in motion, she flayed his ass cheeks, occasionally whacking her boy with
extra force to see his fine body jerk. He couldn’t withhold his grunts of pain
any longer and those sounds morphed to more of a yell when she hit him hard
enough. A fine red glow covered his skin.
    The rhythm of her effort was hypnotic, mellowing her,
setting her arousal at a constant high. The muscles of her left arm, so used to
the movement, moved without conscious control. She could have worked her boy’s
ass all night, but the need for vigilance overrode her pleasure. Stopping the
beating, she touched his forehead. A fine sheen of sweat covered his brow and
his palms were cold and clammy. Although his eyes were closed, his mouth was
open to accommodate his heavy breathing. He hadn’t said as much, yet she knew
he had had enough.
    Juliette unbuckled Trey from his restraints, careful to
avoid touching his cock. It hadn’t lost any of its hardness during the
flogging, testament to how much he enjoyed the pain. She wished she had packed
a few items after all, like a cock ring to make sure he didn’t come. Oh, well,
next time. And as she rubbed his arms to help the blood flow, she knew there
would be a next time. He remained passive while she ministered to him and his
eyes opened a bit to stare at her. He gave her a small, knowing smile before
shutting his eyes again. He was a happy man at that moment, to be sure. Pride
swelled her chest. She had done it, she had taken the first step back to the
way of life that gave her joy. And orgasms, lots and lots of orgasms. In fact,
she wanted one before the night ended. Unfortunately, she had a firm policy not
to let a boy touch her the first time out. Boundaries needed be established and
denial was good for a sub. He would learn to yield his pleasure, all of it, to
her command. She had no rule about touching herself, however.
    “This way,” she ordered walking back to the chair, a firm
grip on one of his arms. Although he seemed steady enough, she never took
chances. It could take a while for a sub to come down from wherever they went
when in sub space. She wouldn’t let either of them leave the room until she was
sure he could manage on his own. When