air is chilled. It’s perfect for Lilly’s training. “Curve your back more.” I swish the flogger in the air and Lilly’s eyes are drawn to it as she curves her back, raising her ass beautifully on all fours, and showing me her glistening pussy.
She loves it when I use the flogger. I think it’s her favorite.
We’ve only had three sessions here since I’ve found out, each one makes me more and more anxious. I want her out of here, but she doesn’t take me up on my offer to play outside of the club. She’s always anxious at the end of training. She expects me to want more in return, she expects me to push her for sex. But I haven’t, and I won’t. Not yet and not here.
This week, I’ve been showing up every night, because she has been too.
I keep forgetting to tell her that she needs to call me before she comes and ask for permission. Not that she needs to with the tracker and the phone I gave her. But she needs to start using it. Or else the phone will be useless to her and forgotten. I can’t have that, not until we’ve made different arrangements.
The tails of the flogger gently brush along her back as she crawls on all fours in large circles around me. I can just imagine training her in the study at my house. Her knees would be on lush carpet, rather than this concrete floor. I’ve already started gathering things for her arrival. She’s yet to consent to it though. Every night she comes and she obeys every command that I give her. The commands are simple; the tasks at hand are her choice.
I’ve given her so much control, although she doesn’t realize it. I never thought I’d want to give up control, to win her over, but it’s becoming addictive. Like a game.
I know she wants a collar more than anything, I’ve been hanging it over her head. I see the way her eyes linger on the couples whose submissives have collars and leashes. She’s jealous. I can give that to her and I want to. I want her to be mine in every way. I have no reason to give it to her here though. No man here would come between us. No one has even tried. They’re all aware that she’s mine with or without a strip of leather around her throat.
And the only bargaining chip I have to get her out of this club is that collar.
“Stop.” I tell Lilly, my firm voice echoing off the walls of the empty room, although the command was spoken softly.
Lilly’s breathing comes in quicker and I watch as her pussy clenches. She loves being told what to do. She holds her position easily. She’s learned well. Every small mistake that’s corrected with the whip or paddle, she’s quick to memorize. Not because she doesn’t like the sting that travels through her body and the heated pleasure left behind. No, it’s not that. It’s because she wants to please me. Lilly desires approval.
I can give her that. I want to.
I let the tails of the flogger scratch along the concrete floor so she can hear it. I enjoy it when I tease her like this. Making her wonder what I’ll do next.
“Are you enjoying this Lilly?” I’m tempted to purchase us a private room upstairs. I could have it fitted with any equipment I need. But it’s not the same as being home. And I’m not interested in only having this arrangement within the walls and confines of Club X. I’m holding back so much. For nearly 2 weeks I’ve been holding onto this desire for her.
I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants as she answers, “I am, Sir.” I circle her a few times, lifting the flogger in the air before gently slapping it against her ass. She hardly feels it although each time her body gently pushes forward; she’s expecting more. It’s a natural instinct.
I’m conditioning her to be still, to stop expecting my reaction during play. She’ll get what I give her. Part of me doesn’t want to though. I love this side of her. I love that she’s not broken in. I love that I can train her to be exactly what I want her to be. She’s a virgin in every way.
I bring the flogger up higher in the air behind her, whirling it to make a perfect circle and landing it directly on