Club Southside

Opening Night

Kingston Coltraine turned his attention back to the woman he called his own, Samantha Butler, as she stood waiting to be strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross on the main stage. Tonight, was opening night and he was doing an impact play demonstration. It was demonstration only, not instructional or for training purposes.

“You don’t scare me. You’re not nearly as scary as you think you are,” Samantha said as he fastened the last of the leather bindings.

King chuckled. “Oh, but I am,” he said as he circled her. “I can’t wait to get back between your legs. It’s been hours since I heard you scream my name.”

He withdrew the Bastinelli Karambit from his boot. It was the knife he had carried all through his years as a commando. He liked the way the blade curved and had a single sharp edge. It made cutting through the laces of a corset so much easier. Many subs didn’t understand that although the knife looked wicked, it was actually much safer than most. He continued to circle her, noting how her arousal was growing exponentially, until he was at her back. Without asking—after all, he’d bought the damn thing—he ran the blade beneath the laces, slicing through them like a hot knife through butter, before cutting her thong away as well.

“Damn it, King, those were expensive,” she hissed as she wriggled.

He stroked her ass, enjoying the soft texture of her flesh. “Not to worry, baby, I’ll buy you new ones.”

“You’re awfully cocky tonight.”

He pressed his straining erection against her spectacular ass, growling low and smiling as she shuddered in response.

“You have no idea, but I promise before we leave the club, you will.”

King turned her so that she was now facing the crowd and decorated her body with nipple clamps, noise-cancelling earbuds and a black, silk blindfold. Leaning down to the sound board, he punched up a piece of music with a hypnotic drum beat to use to establish the rhythm for this session. That connection to the music would be for his benefit and that of those watching his demonstration. Samantha would be unable to hear anything and so would have no choice but to simply respond to his lash.

King picked up the dual floggers and began to apply the falls of the floggers across her shoulders one after another before drawing them gently down her body. The first strike produced the desired response—Samantha’s nipples pebbled, goosebumps raised on her flushed skin, and the scent of her arousal increased. God, she smelled sweet. He loved inhaling her scent as he nuzzled her right before making a meal of her.

As the music changed and the tempo increased, King increased the power behind the floggers as he began rotating them back and forth in a figure eight pattern. Neither he nor Samantha enjoyed pain for pain’s sake, although he was not averse to having her draped over his thigh as he turned her gorgeous ass the most beautiful shade of red when she was in need of discipline or stress relief. He’d found sending her to the corner while he sat back with a cigar and a glass of whiskey before joining her there and fucking her in the corner could be a very satisfying way to end a discipline session. There was something decadent in sitting back afterwards to observe your handiwork and watch your excess cum trail slowly down the inside of your woman’s thigh.

King’s cock began to throb in time to the music and the charged atmosphere brought on by the addition of an audience. The thing was that most people thought that the Dom did all the work and was thus entitled to some kind of service from the sub. It wasn’t true. For a true power exchange to work, both individuals had to be strong and to get something out of the act itself. With Samantha, the rhythmic strikes of the falls, especially when she couldn’t anticipate but only feel, made her focus on the experience and let the day-to-day stress of the world slip away.

As King worked, his muscles began to unwind, and he too could feel the sense of peace that came from topping his woman. Within half an hour, as Samantha began to sag against the cross, King’s body, with the exception of his increasingly engorged cock, had relaxed.  His cock, however, became exponentially harder as the connection between them flowed and their mutual need to serve their partner began to fuel their libidos.

He allowed the rhythm of the music to guide his movements as he struck her repeatedly. Samantha moaned and her body shuddered, relaxing as her arousal increased. Between the cadence of the thuds and the way he was able to let the falls wrap around her before sliding away, she was subbing out quickly.

King loved being able to do this—provide a woman with a way to relax and let her mind and spirit float free. Unlike some, disciplining a woman was more of a chore than something he enjoyed doing. Usually that chore fell to the resident Doms who were unattached. That, thankfully, was no longer the case with him. With punishment, his goal was to inflict enough pain that he didn’t have to get after a girl a second time for the same thing. For the most part he was successful.

Samantha’s groan brought him back from his own reverie and he refocused his energy on her, chastising himself. His goal tonight was to demonstrate how a Dom could use impact play to bring his sub an inordinate amount of pleasure, including taking her into the rarefied strata of subspace. Samantha moaned softly and her body shivered as a light sheen began to cover it. Her arousal was increasing as was her need to give over to him and slip into subspace.

King grinned. It was always a dance between them. She needed to give over; needed to answer to his authority, but the idea of it made her cranky. Often when they had a true session, versus just playing, Samantha put up something of a fight, but never used her safeword which she knew would stop him in his tracks. She knew what she needed; she just didn’t want to admit it.

Watching her body amp up its response gratified him in a way few things could. Being able to do this for her helped him silence the screams of his enemies and his friends that he still heard in the deepest dregs of his sleep. Samantha’s body stiffened and she cried out as he applied the falls to her backside so that they wrapped around so the tips landed with a dull thud on her mound. She climaxed and tumbled into subspace.

He continued to land gentle, sliding blows across the fleshier areas of her body, sending her deeper into sub space until her body stiffened as she orgasmed a second time. King could feel the arousal charged room and could hear those who had chosen to act on those feelings going at it in the audience. King stopped and moved closer to her, sliding his hands along her fevered flesh to allow her to float and then come down to where the mere mortals existed.

King laid down his floggers next to his kit. “Seth, can you clean up for me? I need to take care of Samantha.”

“Sure, King. No problem. Not to get all mushy, but that was beautiful.”

King removed the earbuds and the mask. “Thanks. I have the most beautiful sub who ever existed.

The connection between them was palpable and it swirled around them, combining with the maelstrom of sexual energy that was a part of the atmosphere of Club Southside. His arousal surged and his cock throbbed against the fly of his leathers. Time to get Samantha off the cross and hold her in the quiet space of the lounge until he could take her home and see to all of their needs.