What's Your Safeword? (Torrid x I Am Nobody)

[torridsoul]

Things for 25 year old Gemma Dewalt hadn't been good for a long time. She had only been married a year and a half when she discovered her husband with his head between his secretaries legs, doing to the busty blonde what he would never do to her but being the type of woman she was she decided to give him another chance to make their marriage work. Only a few short months after he promised never to touch another woman again Gemma learned that the type of woman she was, was foolish for believing him. The only bright spot in her life right now was the fact that she'd gotten accepted into the private BDSM club Safeword as a trainee. Gemma would be expected there tonight for the beginner’s introduction to the club. The membership had cost her a pretty penny but if she got to explore all the feelings and needs she had inside of her it would be worth every dime. Once she'd tried to bring it up to her husband, that maybe he could tie her up or spank her and he'd be totally appalled. Sex had always been all about him and she was ready for it to be all about her, or at least all about mutual pleasure.

Along with her letter had come a list of rules she was expected to follow and another sheet of paper that listed protocol and explained that within the club the Dominant members were simply Dom's and the submissive members were simply sub's. Club staff were addressed as Master or Mistress and staff members stood out from club members by the silver bands they were about their biceps.

1. A submissive must never have on more clothes than a dominant - Gemma took this to mean she should dress revealing.
2. A submissive must be barefoot within club walls at all time
3. Dom's and Domme's should be referred to as Sir or Ma'am
4. Honesty at all times
5. Violence will not be tolerated
6. submissives must wear cuffs at all times (cuffs will be provided by club safeword)
7. Every club member or staff member has the right to wear a mask in order to safeguard their identity if they so choose.
8. Two Drink limit on alcoholic beverages (all beverage and food costs are covered by the membership fee)
9. the club safe word is Red / Yellow can also be used if you'd like yours Dom/Master to slow down.
10. Safe, Sane, Consensual.

Excitement shivered up her body as she stood outside of the club for the first time, it looked like a castle plopped down in the middle of the most beautiful landscape she'd ever seen. It looked out of place and not exactly welcoming either but to hell with it she was here and almost as soon as she knocked on the door a big burly man opened it and then looked her up and down, apparently checking her clothing. The simple black tube dress made out of a skin tight latex that she had picked up from a fetish wear store early that day apparently met the clubs dress code and he ushered her inside, taking her ID and after checking her name on a list he handed her a lock and waved her towards the trainee’s dressing room with instructions to choose her locker and remove her shoes an sweater.

Gemma hustled down the hallway and into the door the burly man had indicated, there were other trainee’s milling around and she quickly realized that she was the most conservatively dressed and though she felt exposed she was the trainee showing the least amount of skin, it seemed another visit to the fetish shop was in order for her. She kicked her heels into a locker and slid her sweater onto the hook along with her purse. It was too bad she couldn’t hang her nerves up in the locker and forget about them. As excited as she was it would be crazy not to have some reservations.

As she was examining herself in the mirror another trainee bustled over to her. "You must be the new girl." The bubbly blond took her hand and spoke a mile a minute "I'm Lucy! Master Thorne, the club owner asked me to see you through this beginning process... so here's how it goes down! There will be a chime in about two minutes, once we hear that we line up, kneeling - legs slightly spread... stick with me I'll show you the details" she winked then and Gemma wondered if this woman came from some bubble gum planet full of bouncy blonds. "Then, Hector - the burly guy outside will apply our cuffs. Wrists cuffs are mandatory, ankle cuffs are up to the Master you've been assigned if your Master requests them Hector will apply them for your Master at the same time he applies the wrist cuffs next time. Then Master Thorne will come approve our clothing and after we've met his approval our Masters will come get us and give us our assignments. You ready?" the bubbly Lucy asked just as the chimes filled the air.

"Ready as I'll ever be" Gemma said softly while wishing she could have had her first drink before the chime had gone off. But she followed Lucy out into the hallway - copying her pose, kneeling with her legs spread slightly and her hands resting palm up on her thighs. There was a name for this pose, she'd seen it in a book before but for the life of her she couldn't remember it. Hector just as Lucy said he would walked the line applying cuffs to each of the women's wrists. Soon after Master Thorne, the man who'd approved her application walked the line approving each woman one at a time, saving her for last. He leaned forward and tucked his finger under her chin lifting her eyes to his. "Pretty little subbie... your Master will be along soon to claim you."

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

Normally Brian Dewalt liked his little brother, but the dumb asshole was really starting to wear on his last nerves. First he cheated on a gorgeous, devoted woman with his whore of a secretary, then he was caught by his wife in their marriage bed with the same idiot blonde, and now he was constantly calling Brian to rant about how the bitch wasn't going to get any of his money. As if she didn't deserve every dollar the little twerp had ever made.

When his car at last pulled up to the Safeword he stayed outside for a few moments, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down after listening to another hypocritical rant left in his voicemail. He'd probably see Adam tonight, and then he could pound the dumb shit just like the good old days. Tonight, he promised himself before finally heading into the staff entrance, pulling the silver armband from his pocket.

"Morning, Brian," Richard called out as Brian entered the locker room, waving a friendly greeting as he squeezed into the ridiculously tight leather straps that turned on his current trainee. "Got some newbies today, files are in the office."

The training sessions were really more of a probationary period then anything else. Generally members were allowed to mingle together to search for doms or subs that suited their own tastes, with the staff often working as matchmakers. But new members, especially those who were inexperienced, often had wildly different expectations and conceptions of what the club would be like or what would be allowed; the process didn't work unless everyone was on the same page. New subs would go through a month or so of training with a Master until they had enough basic training to know what was expected of them, while new doms went through similar training with a Master as their mentor and an experienced sub, weeding out those who wouldn't or couldn't keep things safe. The training kept everything safe, and provided a decent source of income as some would pay extra to repeat the training or continue it indefinitely.

With a smile of anticipation on his face Brian headed into the small office used for all of the paperwork and bookkeeping to pick up the three folders, starting to flip through them. He'd been a Master at the club for several years now, long enough that he was given dibs over which of the newbies he would train. A new dom, one who was grinning a bit too widely in the photo and had barely squeaked through the initial questionnaire that served as an informal psych eval. Probably a waste of time. A sub that had recently moved into the area and claimed membership at a dungeon a few states away, obviously experienced enough to make the probation short as she was retaught a few details. And finally another sub, but one with no real experience; that fact alone made her much more interesting to him. Casually he flipped over to the photo, and the face staring out at him nearly made his mind shut down in confusion. ...Gemma?

Quickly he turned to the profile page: Gemma Dewalt. She'd listed herself as married, but he knew just how much of a lie that statement had become. She didn't know that he worked here, no one in the family knew that he worked here; they all thought he was in marketing somewhere. Which meant...which meant this might be the only opportunity he ever had.


The subs were left kneeling upon the floor for several minutes before a door at the end of the hallway opened up, the masters and a few mistresses beginning to filter into the hall. Their appearances were as varied as the subs they were training; some were in full tuxedos while others wore nothing but jeans and a leather vest over their bare chest. The only constant was the silver band around their right arm, the sign of their office. Most of them made a beeline for their assigned sub, speaking a few quiet words before leading them away deeper into the club; some walked quietly behind the master, others were led along by a leash or a hand wrapped in their hair. It wasn't until there were only a few left, scattered along the hallway, before at last a man stood before Gemma.

Her new Master was tall, several inches above six feet, with light blond hair cut in a short, military style. Blue eyes watched her calmly through a large opera mask that covered most of his face, leaving him nearly unrecognizable. He wore well-tailored black slacks and a dark grey dress shirt over his broad shoulders, the light silver of his armband standing out against it. One arm was behind his back while the other rested at his side, a thin riding crop in his hand as it was idly tapped against his leg. Silence for a few moments as he watched her, a faint half-smile upon his face.

Finally he moved, the crop falling to firmly tap the inside of her thigh. "Your posture is incorrect," he warned before continuing. "Legs further apart," he said in a calm, commanding tone, the crop continuing to move and fall upon her as he continued to correct her; never enough to cause pain, but the promise of it lurked behind every gentle touch. "Back straight, shoulders back, chest forward." The tip of the crop fell under her chin, a soft but insistent force tilting her head up. "Head up to watch your dom, so he can easily command you." At last he seemed satisfied with her corrected posture, letting the crop fall back to his side. "This is the kneeling position. Whenever we are together, you will assume this position until I command you to do otherwise.

"Before we begin, I want to be sure you understand the safewords. If you ever want me to slow down, say the word 'yellow.' I will not stop what I am doing, but it will be scaled down until you are comfortable. If you say the word 'red,' than I will immediately stop and nothing will happen until you are ready for it. There is no shame in using either of the words, you should not hesitate to speak if you are feeling uncomfortable. Tell me the safewords," he ordered; it seemed a ridiculous thing to have to repeat, but ever so often there was still a new sub who ran from the club weeping because she didn't realize she could make it stop.

 

[torridsoul]

Gemma watched as Masters came through the hallway picking up their trainees and leading them into the club, the sounds that floated through the large double doors as they opened were like music to her ears; the sounds of whips against skin, cries of pleasure, cries of pain. She wanted to be in there in the midst of it all experiencing everything she'd ever yearned for. There were only three trainee's left in the hallway and she was getting anxious, she hadn't realized that her posture had failed since the bubbly Lucy had been claimed by her Master and heck she hadn't even seen her Master approach until she heard his voice telling her that her posture was incorrect.

The crop came down on her thigh and her lips parted gently with a sharp intake of breath, she spread her legs further apart the hem of her dress slipping up some to expose the crotch of her black silk thong and she didn't care because the crop then came down on her back indicating that she should straighten it and she did. Her mind cried out every the crop touched her Yes... Yes... This is what I want. There was no pain from the crop but the thought that he could easily make sting had her wet between her legs already. Once she'd followed each of his directions, shoulder back and chest forward her mind began to race - there had to be something wrong with her, a normal woman wouldn't want to feel the sting of a crop and she did... oh how she did.

It wasn't until he got to explaining the safewords to her that she began to realize that his voice sounded vaguely familiar to her, like she'd had a conversation with him outside of the club. She wondered if that was why he was wearing the mask when she hadn't seen anyone else wearing one yet. "My safewords are Yellow to slow things down" she said her gaze on his like he'd demanded "and Red if i want everything to stop, Master" proving that she'd been listening to everything he'd said.

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

Her reaction to the leather crop upon her skin was instant, a look appearing in her eyes that Brian had seen dozens of times before; the desire to be controlled. He'd thought there would be some hesitation in doing this sort of thing to Gemma, to a girl he'd found wonderful and interesting ever since his brother brought her home, but that burning need in her eyes and the quick submission to his words wiped that hesitation away. The faint smile remained on his face as he nodded slightly. "Good." Idly the crop fell between her legs, pressing gently against her panty-covered mound. "This is wrong. Slaves are forbidden to wear underwear without this master's permission. You will not wear any next time," he ordered in a calm tone. The tip of the crop slipped in under the waist, pulling it down just enough for a bit of her bush to be revealed. "Slaves must be clean. Next time this will be shaved bare."

At last the crop fell away, the master taking a few steps forward until he was slightly behind her. His hand fell upon her head, resting there for a few moments before suddenly his fingers tightened around a fistful of her hair, softly tugging upward. "Stand," he demanded. "Put your arms behind your back with your wrists together, and bend over at the waist with your head at my side so that I may lead you." His grip on her never loosened as she slowly rose, the crop once more coming out to tap her as he corrected her posture. Once her stance was correct his grip loosened slightly, but still with the faint smile on his lips he began to move, softly pulling upon her hair until she followed and at last passed through the double doors.

The doors opened out into the club's main lobby, a paradise for Gemma's newly awakened desires. The place was well decorated, decorated in the fashion of a wealthy country club or lodge. Her master's hold upon her meant she could only see so much, but everywhere she looked men and women were speaking with each other while others knelt at their feet, heard cries of pain as leather bit into skin, saw a naked woman upon the floor moaning desperately as she rubbed her bare cunt before an audience of three smiling doms, red lines left by their whips all over her back.

But eventually they reached the other side of the lobby, Brian continuing to lead the girl through another set of doors and into a hallway with numerous doors and rooms leading off of it, moans and gasps echoing down the halls. Wordlessly he pushed open one of the doors, finally releasing Gemma as she entered. The room was small, a large St. Andrew's cross resting against one wall. A large cabinet rested against one wall, the others covered with hanging manacles and chains. "Remove all of your clothes and stand before the cross," her master ordered, shutting the door behind them.

 

[torridsoul]

It took everything inside of Gemma not to squirm when the crop moved between her legs and laid gently against her mound, she wanted to feel it more. Need flashed through her body hot and hard, and it only got worse when he said that she was not to be wearing panties the next time she came in, and that she'd have to shave... she always trimmed but she'd never been so bold as to shave herself clean now she would have too. Everything he said to her made her mind race with erotic thoughts and every time the crop touched her she wanted to feel it deliver a snap of pain.

His hand hand laid on her head and somehow she knew that his hand would do just what it did, gripping her hair around his fist and pull. She followed his command to stand and pushed herself up to her feet, her hands doing as he said and moving behind her back, wrists together, it was a very uncomfortable position but the deep seated need to please was first and foremost within Gemma. She heard the doors open and then his hand tugged her through the door, the intoxicating noises she'd heard from outside were now assaulting her ears and it was like an erotic symphony of whips, chains, screams, moans it was all so beautiful.

All Gemma could see was bare feet and feet clad in cowboy boots, or fancy Italian loafers, the further she got into the room she things passed by her view the woman rubbing herself for a group of doms and she wondered if that was a punishment or a reward. Either way it seemed intense and delicious something that she'd love to experience. Gemma however didn't get to dwell on this for long because she was being led out through another doorway and down a hallway, she could see the bottom of several doors before he turned her into a room and ordered her out of her clothing.

The command sent a shiver through her spine and she straightened slightly to grasp the zipper on the back of her dress, slipping it down slowly until it was completely down and then let the dress fall to the floor. Exposing her ample breasts and the peach tone nipples that hardened as the air teased them, and then her fingers gripped the thin straps of her thong and then rolled them down off of her hips, shimmying them down to her knees and letting them drop to the floor. The nerves hit her as she walked naked to the cross, she was about to be strapped to this cross and he was going to go with her whatever he wanted. She hadn't be given permission to speak she said "I'm ready, Master"

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

Her Master was silent as he watched her, speaking only once when she finished. "You will not speak unless you have permission." Yet the sting of the crop didn't come, not yet anyway. After a moment he stepped forward, the crop rising to press into her chest and push her back until her back was against the cross. Briefly he set the crop upon a small table as he reached for her arms, the cuffs attached to clamps at either corner of the cross. He knelt down to bind her legs as well, cuffs placed around her ankles and attached to the cross until she was forcibly spread-eagled before him, her bare form entirely at his mercy. When he stood a thin strip of black cloth was pulled from his pocket, the blindfold quickly tied about her eyes.

Retrieving the crop he stood before her, his eyes watching her hungrily through the mask. The crop rose to slide against her body, tracing her curves slowly. Its tip idly stroked her breasts, teasing her hardening nipples before sliding down her stomach. "We will begin with your punishment," he finally said after seemingly endless silent teasing, the crop's smooth shaft pressed up between the moist lips of her pussy. "For wearing underwear without permission, for failing to maintain the proper posture, and for speaking without permission, you will suffer fifteen lashes." His voice was cold and merciless, calmly sentencing her to pain for breaking rules she did not know. "You will count each strike aloud, and with each blow you will thank your master for correcting you."

The crop fell away, and he allowed her to stand blind and untouched for several long seconds before there was a faint whistling in the air, the sharp crack of leather upon flesh as the crop bit into her thigh. Silence from him until she obeyed, thanked him for the agony. Even then he did not speak, only rose the crop once more.

The strikes filled her with exquisite agony, not enough to break the skin but more then enough to make her nerves scream. There was no rhythm to the assault, the timing of the lashes completely unpredictable as they struck her thighs, bit into her stomach, wrote red pain into the tender flesh of her breasts.

 

[torridsoul]

Gemma's mouth snapped shut immediately as his words filled the room, his voice seemed harsher than it had before and a frown floated across her lips as he pushed her back against the cross. She took a deep breath when her back settled against it and he began to buckle her in. It was happening, everything that she'd ever fantasized and dreamed about was about to happen. She wanted to protest the blindfold but once it was secured she felt no panic, no need for him to slow down. Gemma felt as though her body was alive for the first time, there was a faint buzzing just below her surface - a mix of anticipation and excitement mingled with desire leaving her ready for anything.

Punishment his words lingered in the air, she was about to be punished for not following rules that had been unknown to her and she wondered if the man had no sense of fairness. She didn't get into this for fairness however, she got into this to give up control in a way she'd wanted to for so very long. So when his crop fell away her lips parted in preparation for the first blow, she tensed as the whistling of the crop sounded and the blow landed on her thigh, shooting delightful pain up her thigh straight to her core she moaned before she bit out the words "ONE! Thank you Master" she bit her bottom lip and cried out as each blow landed. "TWO! Thank you Master"... "THREE!! Thank you Master"... "Four! Thank you Master"... "Five! Thank you Master!"... "SIX!! Thank you Master"... "SEVEN! Thank you Master!"... "EIGHT! Thank you Master"

Gemma figured that he could tell when a hit particularly hurt because her voice would become slightly higher as she counted and thanked him for her punishment. When he got to her breasts she was writhing wet mess and had began to wonder if it was possible to orgasm from the crop alone. Wouldn't that be something? Her body stung all over but she continued to count off the blows. "NINE!!! Thank you Master"... "TEN! Thank you Master." She was deathly afraid that she would lose count of the blows and he'd end up starting over or adding something more to the punishment and it took all of her focus to keep counting.

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

He was glad she wore the blindfold; Brian could no longer stop the grin from spreading across his face every time she shrieked, every time she jerked in pain. The deep red marks of the crop were standing out against her skin, her thighs soaked with her own arousal. He could practically smell her lust in the air, hear it with every desperate gasp of air she took in.

The blows continued to fall, waves of pain slicing through her breasts as the thin leather bit into her tender skin. The final three strikes were the worst of all, each one taking so long to fall that she might have begun to fear he had forgotten her or simply left. Each of her nipples was directly struck by the crop, the sensitive nubs screaming in pain as her body twisted beneath the lash, and the final blow slashed down to strike her clit, her entire body jumping from the impact.

But at last it came to an end, her quivering body left untouched for several moments before a hand fell upon her, softly stroking along her body, gently caressing the stinging marks left behind by her punishment. "You took that punishment well, slave. It seems I will not have to be so gentle with you in the future," her master said with a slight chuckle, his hand lightly pinching her sore nipple between his fingers. "Now, you will be taught the basic rules I expect you to follow. Listen well, slave, you do not wish to know what will happen if I am forced to repeat myself."

His hands mercilessly toyed with her body as he spoke, sliding his palms across her thighs and stomach while her breasts received no more then the gentlest brush of his fingertips, her dripping cunt cruelly untouched. "While you are here, you are only Slave. Slave's only purpose is to serve her master. Slave will not pleasure herself without Master's permission. Slave will not orgasm without Master's permission. Slave will never question her Master. Tell me all of the rules you have heard so far," he suddenly demanded, the tone of his voice unchanging; if Gemma wasn't listening carefully, she might have missed the order entirely.