I breathed a sigh of relief and moved back into the more comfortable position.

“That was almost painful, Abigail,” he said when I finally held still. “I take responsibility for this as well. But it’s going to be up to you to correct it.”

He walked over to the cabinets lining the wall. He didn’t have anything in his hands when I walked into the playroom, so he was probably getting a cane or a crop.

“I’ve set a timer for fifteen minutes,” he said. “In that time I want you to move from your waiting position to present position to inspection and back again. Your focus is to make your movements graceful and smooth. Time starts now.”

I went back to my waiting stance, held still for five seconds, and then moved forward to present, with my upper body to the floor, and back to inspection. My inspection and present positions were uncomfortable if I stayed in them for too long. I felt so exposed and open.

Which is the point, Abigail, I could almost hear him say.

The very first time he showed me the inspection position, I had failed to wax appropriately. Now, even as uncomfortable as it was to display myself the way he wanted, I breathed a sigh of relief knowing he would find my body meticulously prepared for him. I held still for another five seconds and then moved back into my waiting position.

He didn’t say anything, though I was certain he was still in the room. I took time to ensure that my posture was perfect before I continued.

“Very nice,” he said a few minutes later. I wasn’t sure how many minutes I had left, but I wanted them to be perfect.

“You’re getting your posture right,” he said. “Now see if you can smooth out the transitions between them a bit more.”

After six times of going back and forth, he approved. “Excellent work, Abigail. Now work on speed.”

My arms and legs trembled slightly from the unexpected exercise. I wasn’t out of shape, just out of practice moving from position to position. I was in my waiting position when the timer went off, so I stayed still.

“Remember what I had you do when you were out of practice kneeling?” he asked, his feet coming into view as I looked toward the floor.

“Yes, Master.” I remembered with excruciating detail. “You had me kneel for three hours. But it was broken up.”

When he went to the conference that morning, so many months ago, he’d left with instructions that for three hours, I was to alternate kneeling and free time. Five minutes each, then ten, and finally fifteen. I hoped he wasn’t going to have me do something similar for the positions. That had been an extremely difficult exercise.

“Did you find that exercise helpful?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. Eventually.”

“Excellent. Because I want you to practice getting in and out of your positions. I won’t make you do the three-hour thing again. I think fifteen minutes each day will do. I’ll let you know when you can stop. Any questions?”

That didn’t seem too bad. Fifteen minutes a day was extremely doable. My muscles were already a bit sore just from what he’d had me do so far, so I knew repeating the exercise would strengthen the muscles that had grown soft.

“No, Master.”

“Good. Now since we’re changing things up a little today, I’m not going to have you serve me orally.”

I understood at least in part why he decided to change things up in the playroom, but I didn’t like not being able to take him in my mouth first thing. Much like kneeling and waiting for him to join me in the playroom, serving him orally helped me get into my mind-set. The ritual we’d established helped me take my thoughts away from what was on my mind and turn my focus toward him.

“I am, however, going to put your mouth to work. Look at me.”

I lifted my head and met his gaze. Like always, the intensity of his expression while he was in the playroom took my breath away. The corner of his mouth quirked up a tiny bit in an almost, but not quite smile. He took something out of his pocket and held it out. It looked like a replica of a cock.

“You’re going to keep this in your mouth until I tell you to take it out. You are also to treat it like you would my cock. Which means no dropping and no biting. The material is made to show teeth imprints, so I’ll know if you bite down on it.”

Nathaniel was my first Dom and I’d never sucked someone off while being pleasured. Well, unless you counted the times we went sixty-nine. But to be situated between two men like the woman at the BDSM convention? I’d never done anything resembling that. It was as if he was letting me get a feeling for how it was with two men.

“Open,” he said, and he slid the toy past my lips. “There you go. All the way. Just like it was me.”

It filled my mouth more than I thought it would. It certainly was big enough to be his cock.

“Suck it,” he said. “Suck it like it’s my dick and you have to get it hard.”

I took more of it in and sucked hard.

“There you go. That’s it.” He took it out unexpectedly. “That’s what you’re supposed to do whenever this is in your mouth. Now I want you to go drape yourself across the bench.”

As I positioned my body across the bench, I realized that he planned to re-create the whole scene we’d witnessed at the club. Or as much as he could by himself. I allowed my mind to wander down paths I’d marked as no trespassing. I closed my eyes and pretended I was the woman in the courtyard that night. With Nathaniel behind me and a shadowy man in front of me.

He padded over to me and the cock pressed against my lips. “Suck it good and hard.”

It felt weird having the toy in my mouth, so I allowed myself to slip back into the fantasy where I imagined it was real. I licked the shaft, making sure it didn’t fall from my lips. I’d just got a good rhythm started when Nathaniel stroked my backside.

“Keep sucking,” he said, and before I could guess why he would repeat himself, he spanked my ass. Hard.

“Mrpf,” I said around the object in my mouth.

“Don’t stop sucking and don’t drop it.” He rained more swats on my backside.

It wasn’t long before the familiar warmth his touch created started to spread throughout my body. He wasn’t being gentle, and each smack landed on a different area, so within a few minutes, my entire butt was pleasantly sore.

He came to the front of the bench and took the toy out. “Ask me to strap your ass.”




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