Dominants and Submissives Complete Bundle

Chapter Two: The New Submissive

Chapter Two: The New Submissive"Stop thinking so much," Jason growls soft enough that only those close enough to them would be able to hear them. The man's powerful legs straddle her, slamming into her over and over.

Tanya watches, unable to look away as cold sweat trickles down the sides of her face, her eyes are squeezed shut as she tries to push his weight off her body, but she only manages to arch her back against the metal slab.

He isn't the only thing keeping her from moving. She doesn't seem to care about the metal constraints that keeps her captive. Her ankles and wrists are bound tightly to all four corners of the makeshift bed, leaving her spread open and completely exposed, every inch of her skin on display.

The crowd around them are waiting for the men to do something other than just f**k into her hole. If it's normal, missionary s*x that they're after, they wouldn't be here.

Tanya thinks her Dom is a pretty good one, though. The sub is new. Her name's Rosie or something and she's somewhere in her mid-twenties. She's also too panicked to enjoy anything right now. It's her show, her debut. Her Dom is giving her time to get used to all the eyes on her body before he does something else.

Tanya can't help but wonder if that's what Victor would do if she surrenders to him. Or perhaps he would take her apart from the get-go, not let her have time to get used to the panic and humiliation at all. She doesn't really know whether she would like that.

She knows there are some Doms who would prefer to take their subs apart, breaking them down until there's nothing left but raw, unadulterated desire and arousal.

"Do you remember what your safe word is, you little slut?" he asks, malice oozing deliberately from every syllable.

But really, Jason is being exceptionally kind. Her gaze wanders to the dominating man, his powerful figure captivating her eyes when it lands. He's very good-looking, even through the layers of clothing that he's still wearing. It's hardly fair that the only part of him that's naked apart from his face and hands is his c**k and his c**k is embedded fully inside of that little sub.

His strong fingers wrap around her slim neck with just enough pressure to draw her attention back to reality. She's rather soft all around, but pretty, especially with the smooth expanse of naked skin on display everywhere, her n*****s pebbled in the cold air, aerolas a dark black against her creamy skin.

Tanya's sight is good enough to see the way her p***y lips cling to the man's sizable manhood every time he pulls back too.

"Say it," he demands.

It takes a moment, but her eyes flutter open and finds his. The dazed look on her face gradually focuses onto the present and her lips part to a surprised 'oh', but no words come out. He pulls his c**k back and away from her cunt, hands gripping her inner thighs to massage the soft flesh there.

For a moment, it is as though everyone is holding their breath, waiting for her to say the words. It's standard procedure for newbies. If she can't say her words when asked, then the session is over. If she doesn't say it, then it's clear that she isn't ready.

Tanya licks her lips, feeling her mouth go dry. She knows the young woman's safeword. Everyone here knows her safe word, just in case there's ever a need to intervene during a scene.

Rosie is twenty-five years old and she's just moved into the city. She's from a little town prior to that and is fast adapting to the bustling city life.

Everything she has is completely natural, down to those perky big breasts and . She has no medical issues and is completely clean according to The Dungeon's panel of doctors.

She enjoys long hikes, walking the neighbor's dogs, classical music, and home-cooked meals.

She also enjoys being called a slut and getting her p***y filled up until she's sobbing.

"Tell me your safe word," Jason asks again, one last time. If she still doesn't say it after being asked three times, he'll have a to let her go. There's a sense of urgency to his words because of that, his fingers curling closer around her neck, adding just a little extra pressure to cut off circulation for a briefest second before releasing it.

Give her a second, she thinks with urgency. Just give her a minute to catch her breath and she'll remember it, Tanya believes. This is all new to her. It's only fair to be a little patient with her.

Her Dom seems to come to the same conclusion, cradling the side of her face and drawing her eyes back to him, his expression softening minutely. There is something so intimate in the gesture that Tanya feels as though she should turn away, but she's too captivate to do anything but stare.

"Cap-" she manages to whimper.

"Slowly, darling," he hums.

Tanya smiles and feels the rest of the people in the room do the same, relaxing minutely. It's not quite her safe word, but it's close enough that they know she's headed in the right direction, remembering to ground herself and consenting properly.

It's not that they would resent her if she were to fail, but normally, when a submissive fail her first session, it takes her ages to be comfortable enough to try again. Sometimes, the submissive just leaves altogether and they don't see her ever again. It's always a little bit disappointing when that happens.

"Capricorn," she manages to gasp out finally.

"Good girl," he murmurs, curling his fingers in her hair, combing her hair back gently. "That's a good girl. I'm so proud of you," he hums softly.

It's not supposed to be that kind of session, but Jason is an experienced Dom. He is kind enough to recognize she needs a little gentleness to be eased into the harsher parts of it. Perhaps he would decide to skip all the crueler parts altogether if necessary, even if she had consented to it at the beginning of her auction. Everyone will understand. "And what do you say when you want me to slow down?" he asks.

She struggles in his grasp for a moment before saying, "yellow."

"Very good," he soothes, letting go of her neck altogether.

She had probably chosen the safer words herself. Red is what people would normally go with, though yellow for 'slow' is more commonly accepted.

"You did good, slut," he soothes, the words not quite matching with his too gentle tone.

She inhales deeply, her chest rising and falling, the motion accentuating her round breasts. Jason's outfit is not ideal for the evening session. He is wearing a full suit, more befitting an audience member than a Dom in a session. Normally they would wear something less form-fitting that would allow easier movement.

Perhaps he did not think he would win the auction. She did not get as good a price as Tanya had thought she would. Pretty little things like her normally would fetch a higher price. The bidding stopped at only five hundred and fifty dollars, surprisingly enough. It would have stopped at five hundred, but Jason is kind enough to outbid Irving.

Irving is also new, but she has a bad feeling about him. Tanya and Lilith are both wary of him. He doesn't have a sub of his own. The subs normally have the last word on who their Doms are and most of the experienced submissives here have blacklisted him discreetly, meaning that even if he were to win an auction, they would go with the second best price. Though the Doms appear to have banded together to make sure he doesn't win any of his bids in the first place.

They've seen how he handles sessions, how he treats other submissives. He doesn't seem to care much for their hard limits. Everyone pays a lot of attention during sessions that he's in to make sure he isn't pushing a submissive more than absolutely necessary. He has been warned about it multiple times, but he just laughed them off as if breaking rules weren't a big deal.

She was shy about taking her clothes off and providing a demo. Her being inexperienced and so new that most of them haven't gotten a good feel of her, not enough to want to splurge on her anyhow.

It would have if she had mingled longer, spent some time getting to know the other man...

It dawns on Tanya that it's exactly what she's been doing, mingling and getting to know the members of The Dungeon. It isn't her original intention, though. She just enjoyed watching.

"What're you going to do to me?" she asks, her voice choked with fear.

She really should've spent more time here. It's likely she didn't attend a session at all, merely filled up the forms and put herself up for auction, giving them all the necessary information. She looks frightened, but to her credit, she does not utter the words for them to stop.

Right now, all that matters is that she is tied to the bed and at the Dominant's mercy entirely.

Tanya has a feeling that the reason why Jason isn't dressed for the occasion is because he wasn't planning on putting in a bid in the first place. He's just one of the few Doms with enough finances to spend it on someone he knows might not please her, just to make sure that Irving does not get what he wants.

"Sir?" she gasps when he stands back and away from her, tucking his c**k back in his pants and walking over to the table. He picks up a whip in his hand.

He doesn't answer her and chooses instead to bring the tip of the whip over her face. She moans, her eyes following the movement of the whip.

She's still tense, as is most of the others here watching.

Nobody knows what Jason has planned, but he's a good Dom. They all know they're in for a good show.

Rosie continues to wriggle on the table, her naked body prone and helpless.

It is easy to do anything he wants with her- to her.

Tentatively, her wide eyes flutters to the Dominant who had purchased her for the night and he smiles encouragingly at her. "How many lashes do you think you can take?" he asks.

She shakes her head, not wanting to decide her own punishment. It's her first performance and from the looks of it, it also seems like this is the first time she's subjecting herself to a whipping.

Tanya wonders if she's doing this for the money, like Lilith. Except Lilith embraces the pain. She carves the adrenaline rush that comes after, the pleasurable release of endorphins from being pushed to the limit.

"Ten it is, then," he says, gripping the crank of the bed and adjusting is to that she is tilted on it. From the corner of her eyes, she can see how the crowd shift wordlessly back, giving them a little distance. It's rare with experienced Doms, but sometimes the whip would hit one of them instead of the intended submissive.

And yet, Tanya can't resist leaning forward, mesmerized.

She looks so sweet, so vulnerable and exposed.

His fingers slide between her legs and comes away wet and he puts his hands between her legs again, sliding into her wet hole, opening her up gradually, getting her nice and aroused before stepping back again.

He lifts his arm up and brings it across her body.

Her scream is short and sweet. He had barely touched her. The whip leaves a single red line from her upper left shoulder down to her breast. He brings his hand back and whips across his body again from the other direction, leaving an 'X' imprint on her upper chest.

The third and fourth lashes barely leave a mark at all and she's crying more out of surprise than from pain.

When his fingers touch her body again, she gasps. He works her n*****s into hard nubs and she moans and whimpers under his touch. He steps back and whips her inner thighs, the leather curling around her thigh. It almost seems as if the whip curls around her entire thigh before unfurling and being brought back.

The final two lashes are made with a much shorter crop.

He brings them between her legs so that the flat of tip of the whip would end up on her pulsating p***y lips. Her scream of pain seems to echo endlessly in the room.

A trail of saliva drips down her face as she struggles to keep her composure, screaming even though he is no longer whipping her.

He pulls his hand back again and she screams out her safe word even louder, ending the session.