At the club, I was greeted by a woman at the desk; she looked familiar, but I couldn’t say if she was the same one as either of my previous visits or not. I was again escorted to the room I was to enter and let into a small dressing room. There was no note awaiting me, so I stripped off my skirt and blouse before stepping through the door.

Remembering my instructions from the first time, I kneeled in the middle of the room with my head down. And just like the first time, moments after I was settled, he joined me.

"Mmm, Precious, how fast you learn." Master J's British accent washed over me, causing me to shiver in pleasure.

"Yes, sir," I responded with a slight smile, keeping my head down.

"You look absolutely mouthwatering, but you, my little tease, will not get what you are begging me for." His beautiful, shiny shoes stepped into my view at the same time his unique scent washed over me.

"I'm not begging for anything, sir. I just wanted to look pretty for you," I said honestly. Not that I would complain if he wanted to go there, but he'd already said I wasn't going to be getting sex from him.

"Very well. I do not mind looking at you wearing a garter belt and hose. They are my favorite things to see on a beautiful woman. Now for the blindfold." His large hands brushed my hair back over my shoulders before tying the silky fabric over my eyes.

It didn't frighten me as it had the first time. I was ready for anything he wanted to show me.

"Stand," his deep voice demanded.

I moved to quickly comply and stood on my heels, keeping my head down.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath but I was still able to catch it.

Tugging my lower lip between my teeth, I fought not to smile at the unintentional compliment.

"Arms up," he spoke from behind me. I hadn't heard him move and jumped at his voice coming from a different direction than expected.

After I raised up one arm and then the other, he wrapped fabric around both wrists, binding them together. It wasn't nearly as loose as it had been the first time, but still loose enough I could've probably pulled my wrists from it if I really wanted to.

“You remember your safe word?”

I nodded. “Yes. Edge.”

"Good. Now walk." His large, hot hand came to rest on my lower back as he directed me. I slowly put one foot in front of the other until he told me to stop.

I could feel something close in front of me, but I wasn't sure if it was the wall or something else.

"Since you did so excellently with the crop last time, I thought we might start with something a little bit tougher than that. Okay?" he asked, surprising me.

"Yes, sir." I knew then that it must be the wall or at least something for me to lean against should I need to. I bent my arms, letting my hands fall behind my head. I didn't have anywhere else to let them go unless I wanted to completely lower my arms and I knew that wouldn't make him happy.

"Did I tell you to lower your arms?" his voice snapped at me.

My arms straightened immediately. "No, sir."

"Then why did you lower them?" he asked.

I could feel him walking behind me, back and forth, as he waited for my answer. I shrugged helplessly. "I'm not sure. I guess I figured you weren't looking and I could use the break from my burning shoulders."

"I know your shoulders are hurting. The only way to make them not hurt so quickly is to condition them. Short periods of time, which is what we are doing here. Do you really trust me so little, Precious?" His fingers brushed along my neck before dragging across the nape as he pushed all of my hair over one shoulder.

"I'm sorry, sir." I had no idea why I'd lowered them. My shoulders didn't hurt that bad. Sure, they burned a little bit, but nothing I couldn't endure for a bit longer. Hanging my head between my shoulders, I'd realized that I had been looking forward instead of down as I knew he expected of me.

"You can lift your head. Being submissive isn't about studying your shoes and letting other see your hair. You should be proud to be submissive, that you are strong enough to hand over your control to your master. Keep your shoulders up, your head up. Simply avert your eyes. Let everyone see how beautiful you are, but only I am to be graced with your eyes when I ask. Don't bow over and shy away like other submissives. That doesn't make you look any better or show that you are more submissive than the next, it only makes you look like a broken soul who is just asking for someone to stomp on you." Master J's finger hooked under my chin, raising my head back up.

"I'll try my best to remember, Master," I murmured. I was used to shying away, hiding away who I was from everyone. It would take practice for me to do as he said, but I would try.

"Now I am going to hook your arms over your head to keep them there. If you behave and are a good girl, this won't take long and your shoulders won't get too sore. If you disobey me, then we will keep starting over and it'll take longer. Understand?" As he talked, he guided the tie on my wrists up high enough that I had to lift onto my toes. When his warm hands left my wrists, I was unable to put my feet solidly on the ground, but was still supported enough to not feel like I was going to fall.

"Yes, sir." I wiggled a bit to make sure I wasn't going to fall.

"For that, you'll get a couple extra. I will see to your safety, including you accidentally falling. Trust in me." Anger was clear in his voice even as he moved farther away from me. When his footsteps returned, I swallowed hard in anticipation of what was coming.

Silence descended for longer than I was comfortable with. I wanted to say something to fill it, but knew it would only get me in more trouble as I hadn't been spoken to first. Finally, I felt something that felt like loose leather straps tracing along my back.

"We are going to try flogging tonight. Have you been flogged before?" Master J questioned even as the tickling feeling on my back continued.

"No, sir. I don't think so. It tickles. Is it supposed to tickle?" My skin jumped as it tried to get away from the sensation, completely outside of my control.

"It won't tickle once I get started. I just wanted you to know what it was that was happening." The light, teasing sensation was gone as I heard him step away from me again. However, the firm, burning one that slapped against my ass was not what I had expected to come after the tickling. After another couple of harsh, loud slaps against my ass, a different sensation started on my right shoulder blade. This time the slap against my skin came more rapidly and didn't have quite the same harsh sting to it, although it burned in a different way.

The flogger was brought down in a rapid succession, falling on one shoulder then the other before moving back to the first. The longer it went on, the more it hurt, the more intense it felt. The flogger moved all along my back before moving back up again, each stinging, burning pain harder and more intense than the one before it.

Just when I thought I would have to give in and cry out from the pain, it completely stopped.

"That was just warming you up," Master J whispered in my ear.

Again, his footsteps grew farther away before returning.

"This will be much more intense and painful. You can handle it. If you can't, you know your safe word."

Something hard and cold rubbed underneath my ass cheeks. I swallowed before responding with a quivering voice. "Yes, sir. Edge."

"Exactly. You'll be getting five of these. Four for doubting me. One because you are a little pain slut." Again the rubbing of the cold, hard, slim object, as if warning me of what was to come.