Prologue
He wasn’t sure how long it had been. It could’ve have been 10 minutes, or it could have been 10 hours since he walked down the stairs into this basement – or at least he thought he was in a basement. He wasn’t even sure of that. His mind had been spinning ever since he got here. What had he gotten himself into? Had he made a mistake? Did he even have free will anymore? Where the hell was he? And how long had he been down here -- because it felt like forever?
Liam grunted. He had always had a terrible sense of time. It was one of the reasons why he was always late to class. His thoughts would fly through his mind and he often had trouble focusing on what he was doing. He would sometimes find himself standing in the middle of a room and forget why he had walked into it in the first place. His mind was always racing at a mile a minute. He even got a detention last month for being late to first period three times in one week. Not that he really cared though. He hated school. It was just another thing for him to mess up at. Liam let out a deep sigh. He felt like he had already messed up with this – these “sessions” or whatever she called them – he was supposed to be at her address at 6pm sharp, but he had come 15 minutes late. Maybe punctuality was the lesson he was being taught right now during his first “session.”
Maybe he should try to focus on being in the present and just focusing on one thought at a time. Liam took a deep breath and tried to be fully present. He felt the red silk scarf tied tightly against his closed eyelids. He felt the warmth of pain that had been pooling in his deltoids for the last 4 hours or so. He felt the cool leather of the cuffs pulling at the thin skin around his wrists. Liam extended his fingers and reached for the cold metal chains attached to the leather cuffs. He wrapped his fingers around them finding a strange sort of comfort from the smooth links. He leaned his bare back against the cool concrete of the wall his skin tightening at the icy temperature. Liam exhaled letting all of the air out of his lungs. He felt his warm breath quickly disperse though the vast, mostly empty space. Liam sensed a large object in the far corner and something perhaps hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t tell for sure but he felt as if his head had brushed something as he was being led, blindfolded, into the basement by his Mistress. He almost laughed at the thought. Mistress. It sounded like something somebody might call someone in a French farce. Although after what he had been through it seemed like his life was turning out to be more like a hostage situation than a farce.
That being said, Liam didn’t feel that he was in any danger, in fact he felt almost comfortable. In a twisted way, he felt that he deserved to be chained to a basement wall. He was a delinquent, a burden, and a fuck-up. A damp cold basement is exactly where he should be. He deserved to suffer for his bad choices and his own worthless. He deserved anything and everything that happened to him in here.
Suddenly Liam heard the door at the top of the stairs slowly creak open. For a second he froze. His ears strained to hear any other potential sounds. He felt his heart drumming in his chest, goose bumps raised on the back of his neck. He waited to hear the click-click-click of his Mistress’ tall, pointed stiletto heels. But no more sound came. Did he imagine hearing the door open? Was it just wishful thinking?
Liam took a deep breath and focused his thoughts. No. She was here. He felt her presence. Her strength was emanating from the top of the staircase. He sensed that her eyes were on him, looking down at him. He could almost feel her taking stock of every inch of his naked, bound body. Liam tried to control his breathing – to keep his breaths slow and even – but he his quick ragged breathes felt as if he was panting. His throat tightened with anticipation. He tried to swallow down the nerves and excitement, but it seemed to just kick his adrenaline up further. What was she going to do to him? He shifted his weight, uncomfortable with her gaze, with her power over him.
“Don’t move.” Her voice sliced through the basement like a knife.
Liam stopped moving. She was here. He wasn’t imagining it. Liam held his breath as he listened to her stilettos click, click, click—down the stairs. Liam could almost see the long slender pale legs strutting down the stairs; her hips confidently swaying side to side in her tight grey dress. Liam could hear the assuredness in his Mistress’ steps.
She knew exactly where she wanted to go, how many steps it took to get there, and the most efficient course. In everything she did, she was all about control.
Liam thought he heard her pick something up off the far wall of the basement, but he couldn’t be sure. He listened as her heals crossed the floor until she was standing directly in front of him. He felt the warmth from her body radiated towards him as she slowly leaned towards him. Liam’s body tensed up, not sure of what was going to happen to him. Then, he felt her soft lips gently graze the edge of his ear. Liam shivered in pleasure. “Good Boy” she whispered to him. A smooth, cold hand rested on Liam’s chest and he flinched at the unexpected touch. His Mistress slid her hand slowly down his chest and grazed her cool fingers over his sensitive pink nipples. He felt his nipple harden into little peaks and a shiver raced down his spine as her hands moved further down his body. She pause her hand resting on his hipbone. “What have you learned Liam.” It wasn’t a question, but an ordered.
Liam wasn’t sure if it was the hours of isolation changed to a wall or if it was just the fact that he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the reality of the extreme situation that he found himself in right now. But he was feeling a little loopy and a little frightened, so he responded with his go to defense mechanism…sarcasm.
“I said, what have you learned, Liam,” she repeated her order with a new edge in her voice.
“That you must have hired a medieval torturer as an interior decorator,” the quip tumbled out of Liam’s mouth before he could consider if it was the appropriate thing to say or not.
CRACK.
Liam yelled out in shock as a leather strap hit him across the torso leaving a warm, stinging pain. What the hell was that? A riding crop? Liam caught his breath and grabbed on the chains above him, holding onto them for additional support. Something flared up in him. He was mad and feeling more defiant than before. She was supposed to be helping him work through his issues not smacking him around like some show horse. What she was doing didn’t feel like help. It just felt like another test for Liam to screw up at, but this time the consequences were more extreme -- it wasn’t his paper that was being marked with red pen, it was his body being marked red with a riding crop.
“What have you learned, Liam?” She repeated again. Her voice was emotionless and cold.
Liam felt his defiance bubbling up again. He knew what she wanted him to say, but why did he have to say it? Why should he give her what she wanted? Another sarcastic remark escaped form Liam’s lips.
“I learned where Sea Biscuit’s missing riding crop went.”
CRACK.
The hit from the crop was even harder this time and closer to Liam’s groin. Liam tried to hide the pain from his face, but a little gasp escaped from his lips. He couldn’t tell if he had gasped out of pain or out of pleasure. Both answers equally scared him and – although he would never admit it – excited him. Did part of Liam like the torture? Is that why he kept willfully saying the wrong answers in hopes to be hit again? All he knew is that being punished was better than someone just being disappointed in him.
“What have you learned, Liam.” Her voice was as hard as the hit from the riding crop.
Liam felt himself flinch out of reflex, but before Liam could even think to control himself his mind raced to the next sarcastic quip. “You don’t know how to take a joke.”
CRACK.
The hit was very hard this time. The pain was so shocking that for a moment, breath escaped Liam. He let go of the chains and his body went limp. The chains strained under his weight as they held his body up. Liam slowly regained his balance and stood up. He felt tears welling in his eyes and was glad of the red silk scarf that was hiding them from his Mistress.
There was a pause.
“What have you learned, Liam.” The voice was somehow even more expressionless than before.
Liam felt broken. He didn’t know how much more he could take. “Not to be late.” Liam croaked. His voice was hoarse. He felt tired. He had been here for so long now. He was cold, hungry, tired, and even though he was afraid to admit it to himself, he was scared. Suddenly, he felt his Mistress’ sweet breath rushing over her silky lips and against his ear again.
“Right answer. Good boy, Liam.” Her tongue traced the edge of Liam’s ear.
His skin tightened as electric tingles of pleasure swept over him. Liam tried to reach out to touch her smooth porcelain face in his hands, but was quickly reminded of his lack of mobility when the chains tugged at his hands, keeping them raised above his head.
Liam’s Mistress’ soft full lips traced his jawline and then settle onto the base of his throat. Her lips began to suck on the sensitive flesh of his neck and goose bumps raised across his arms. “Am I making you nervous?”
“No.”
“No, Mistress,” she coolly corrected.
“No, Mistress.”
“Are you excited then?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Liam tried to whisper it sensually, but the response came out as more of a whimper. Her two small icy hands glided across his chest and then slowly down to his hips. He felt himself stiffening in excitement, a deep ache swelling in his groin. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to slip in her and pound his hips against her until she felt the same kind of painful pleasure she was inflicting on him right now. He wanted to see her lose control for once, he wanted to make her come so hard that she screamed out in anguished ecstasy.
“Good. You’ve learned your lesson not to keep me waiting. Now Liam, you deserve a reward. Do you want a reward?”
Liam nodded his head his shaft hardening even more. “Say you want a reward, Liam.”
“I want a reward, Mistress.”
“Hmmm. I can see that,” she murmured into his ear.
Liam couldn’t control his bodies’ urges any longer. He wanted to press up against her. He wanted to feel the length of her body up against his. He leaned towards her, his body tight with longing. His excitement got too far ahead of him and he accidentally leaned too hard into his Mistress pushing her slightly off balance.
All at once, her hands were wrapped around his cock.
Liam gasped in shock as they tightly gripped his hardness.
“What did I say about touching me?” She growled.
“I um –” Liam’s brain was growing foggy with passion as her felt her hands around him. He wanted to slowly slide his throbbing cock in and out of her hands faster and faster, but he knew he would get punished if he made such a move.
“What did I say about touching me?” She gripped his cock harder.
Liam gasped at her grip. “I can’t touch my Mistress. Only my Mistress can touch me.” As soon as the words escaped his lips, he felt her hands beginning to slide up and down his member in slow rhythmic movements causing him to release a moan of pleasure. Her hands expertly moved up and down his large cock. He felt a coil of longing building up inside of him. His breath quickened he needed more of her. He needed more of her intoxicating touch. He wanted to be enveloped by her. Liam’s hips began grinding against her hands.
“Do you want to come Liam?” she asked icily.
“Yes. Please, yes, Mistress,” Liam choked out. His breath was ragged with longing. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. With each thrust, his body tensed up even more building pleasure.
“Then you have to agree to my following orders.”
“Yes. Anything. Anything.” He moaned. Liam gripped onto his chains tightly. He tried desperately to control his breath, to control his passion, but the way she was touching him – it was only a matter of moments until he spilled himself everywhere.
“Promise me Liam no more drugs, no more cutting class, and no more fights,” she demanded.
“What?” The word had tumbled out of Liam’s mouth before he could even think. Her request had caught him off guard. Liam instantly felt her hands release him. He howled. “No. Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He was so close to coming that he was in pain. He needed that release. He needed her touch and she knew it.
“Promise me, Liam.”
“I promise. I promise.” His voice was desperate, hoarse, pleading. There was a pause and then he felt her lush, silky lips sliding up onto his cock. He felt himself sinking in to her warm wet mouth. Liam’s whole body shuttered with satisfaction, his legs buckled with pleasure and the chains pulled on his wrists. He gripped the chains tightly holding on for dear life. He felt his Mistress’ gentle hand working in tandem with her soft warm mouth moving up and down his cock, sliding his sensitive skin back and forth. Liam felt a heat rising inside him. His hips began bucking with a desperate need. His Mistress was moving faster now taking him inside her mouth deeper and deeper. Waves of electric pleasure crashed over him again and again. Every muscle was tensed, aching with need, screaming to be released, until he could no longer hold it together any more, he had to come and he had to come now.
Liam released into her mouth and let out a satisfied growl. His whole body collapsed, being held up only by the chains. His lungs dragged breath in and out of his body. He’d never come like that before, never with such desperate need. It felt like his life had depended on it. For a moment, Liam felt his anger and his feeling of worthlessness vanish.
For this one moment, Liam’s mind was clear, and he felt time standing still.
His Mistress slowly untied the red silk blindfold and removed it from his eyes. It took a moment for him to be able to focus on things. He took in his surroundings. There was four-post wooden bed with several iron rings hanging from the ceiling above it. There was a wooden desk with a wall of crops, whips, and paddles behind it. And in the center of the room looked like some kind of large leather swing. Liam took this all in instantly. A flash a fear, followed by a flash of excitement flew through him.
He felt his Mistress's eyes upon him. He hadn’t looked at them since she took the blindfold off. Liam slowly raised his eyes to hers.
Her cold blue eyes were looking directly into his taking in his reaction.
He gazed at her and gave her a small knowing smile.
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
He looked at her up and down.
His Mistress. Caroline. His high school English teacher.