Page 14 of Caged
“Next Friday is good.”
“Great, I’ll leave you a guest pass.”
Janie
Skye and I spent the next week texting whenever one of us was free. We asked each other dozens of questions, trying to get to know each other better, and sharing snippets from our lives. I’d even started sending her funny memes, and while her response was generally a rolling eyes emoji, I knew instinctively that she was enjoying them.
I dressed carefully for my date with Skye on the following Friday. Knowing that we were going out to dinner after our play session, I decided to wear a dress with super sexy underwear beneath. The dress was a simple black sheath that I’d paired with a short jacket and knee high boots. It was perfect for a night out.
Skye was sitting at the bar when I arrived, talking to Marlena and another dominatrix named Lauren who was a fixture at the club. Skye and Marlena were talking while Lauren was flirting with her wife Kristina, who was working behind the bar tonight.
“Hey all,” I greeted.
My eyes met Skye’s. “Good evening, Mistress Skye.”
Despite my deferential greeting, I couldn’t help the grin that split my face. I was happy to see her again. Our week of texting had given me a level of ease with her that I hadn’t had before.
“Janie,” Skye said in the icy voice she almost always used. “You will follow me.”
I followed her order without hesitation, following her down the hallway.
Like me, Skye was wearing a simple black dress, although hers was sparkly and hung off her shoulders. The fabric clung to her lean but curvy body, ending mid-thigh. Black stilettos added several inches to her height.
We were in room eight today, and as soon as she closed the door, Skye pulled me in for a long, hard kiss. Then she took a deep breath, putting on her domme persona, and stepped back.
“Undress,” she ordered. “Take everything off.”
Knowing she was watching, I undressed slowly, gradually revealing my new underwear. The bra had snug cups, with a series of criss crossing straps down my ribcage and over my shoulders. The panties were similarly constructed, with a solid crotch connected to straps that ran across my ass and hip bones. They were a little uncomfortable and totally a bitch to put on, but they were sexy as hell.
I knew Skye agreed when she ordered, “Keep those on.”
That was good. There’d be nothing sexy about me getting out of this complicated underwear. She might have to cut me out of it. I removed my boots, then waited for further instruction. Skye walked around me slowly, not saying a word.
“I hardly know where to start,” she whispered to herself.
After a few more moments of hesitation, she led me to a padded spanking bench. I immediately felt relaxed.
During my very first visit here at Club Surrender I’d done a scene with Mistress Zelda. She’d paddled my ass until I was sobbing in relief. There’d been absolutely nothing sexual about what she did, but it had been exactly what I needed at the time. Every spanking session since then had brought me that exact same sense of peace. Now whenever I had a bad day, I craved the relief of a good spanking.
Bending at the waist, I lowered my upper body onto the bench, bringing my knees to rest onto the lower section. I felt the slide of soft rope as Skye tied my calves to the bottom section of the bench, then moved around and tied my wrists to the other side. I tested the restraints, finding myself immobilized.
“Do you feel any pain? Any pinching?” she asked.
“No, Mistress.”
She brought her hand down on my fabric-covered ass hard. “You will soon.”
Thwack!
Skye gave me three or four more smacks with her hand before walking away for a moment.
“We need something sturdier than my hand if I want you to feel it through those panties,” she said.
I heard a hiss of air right before a paddle came down, hard enough that I gasped.
Thwack!
Skye started paddling me at a steady pace, her strokes firm, even, and as perfectly timed as a metronome. Even with the protection of my panties, heat bloomed across my ass cheeks, each smack of the paddle leaving a sting that took an increasingly long time to dissipate.
