I motioned for their four Masters to determine who would be going first. We’d already briefed regarding the agenda, so the trainers knew what was coming and, if I had to guess, already knew exactly which limit they intended to test with their submissives.
“Who’s first?” I asked when they separated.
“We are,” Mistress X stated, motioning toward Mr. Baker.
I motioned toward the room. “Proceed.”
I got a thrill out of watching the young man’s eyes widen slightly. I’d known from the day Drew Baker requested to join this class that he would be a good fit. He was both eager and curious and it showed in every expression. On the flip side, he was overly cautious, having marked most of his limit list with maybes, the closest thing to limit without actually crossing the item off the list.
“I’m looking forward to it,” Mistress X said with a glimmer in her brown eyes. “Follow me, sub.”
Drew got to his feet slowly, keeping his eyes cast down as he followed the curvy Mistress to the St. Andrew’s cross. He was wearing leather shorts that looked a size too small, but that wasn’t surprising. Mistress X wasn’t known for being gentle on her submissives.
“Master Cav, would you mind assisting me?” Mistress X requested as she motioned toward the restraints on the cross.
Cav moved from his position on the wall and assisted the petite Mistress by hooking Drew’s wrists to the cuffs up high. While Cav worked to get the submissive restrained, Mistress X went to the cabinet on the far wall and retrieved a ball gag, a pair of nipple clamps, a ball stretcher, and a long length of chain. I watched with curiosity as she made her way back to her submissive.
“Do you know what this is, sub?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress X. It’s a ball gag.”
“How did you mark this on your limit list?”
“As a maybe,” he admitted, his eyes darting from her face to the gag.
“Since you’ll be unable to speak, I’m going to require nonverbal signals from you.” She tapped the fingers on his right hand. “If you’re green, I expect your hand to be relaxed. Yellow, I want you to hold up two fingers. For red, hold out all five fingers, then make a fist. Do this multiple times.” She stepped in close, her voice softening. “I will be monitoring as will the other Masters, so at no time will you have to worry. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress X.”
“Very well.” Within seconds, she had the ball gag inserted and secured.
Mr. Baker’s distress was immediate, but he managed to breathe through it as Mistress X remained in front of him, talking him through his panic. When he settled, she gave him a warm smile and patted his cheek. There was no denying the pleasure he derived from her praise.
“Do you know what this is, sub?” she asked, holding up the ball stretcher.
Drew nodded, unable to verbally respond.
Mistress X glanced over at his right hand, which was currently relaxed.
“Mr. Baker marked this as an absolutely, yes on his list,” she explained. “And since he’s willingly accepting the gag, I’ll be offering him this reward.”
While the group observed, Mistress X removed the leather shorts, then proceeded to place the ball stretcher on. She added two weights, effectively pulling his balls toward the floor. When she stood, her attention once again shifted to his right hand, still relaxed.
“These are nipple clamps,” she said, holding them up for Drew to see. “You’ve marked them as curious on your list, hence the reason I’m going to torture you with them now.” Her smile was devious.
Once Mistress X had the clamps secured to his nipples, she took a step back, admiring her work. Drew moaned softly.
“One more thing,” she said, holding up the chain.
It wouldn’t look like much, I knew, but once she connected it to those clamps, it would add enough weight that the clamps would consistently pull on his nipples.
Mistress X secured the chain to both clamps, then connected it to the ball stretcher before adding another weight. Her eyes shifted frequently to his hand, still relaxed where it dangled from the clamp.
“Thank you, Mistress X,” I said as I took control of the room once again. “Mistress Cameron, Master Bishop, would you like to go next?”
The two Sadists smirked at one another.
“Because the class is one submissive smaller,” I told them, “with Mr. Holloway’s dramatic exit on Tuesday, I’ve decided to double up the Masters on certain days. This will give you the opportunity to experience what it’s like to have two Masters at one time.”
Unable to resist, my gaze shifted to Jamie. She was kneeling at Chaos’s feet, her attention on me. When our eyes met, she quickly looked away. I could see something there, something that had my stomach churning. It looked a hell of a lot like pain, and the mere thought of hurting her damn near took me out at the knees.
