Thread: The Master and The Student  (Romance / BDSM) (Pazzo x LingeringDesire)

Jackson sat in a high backed, carved mahogany chair similar to a throne that a monarch might sit upon during matters of state... The chair was on a small raised dais, about 6 inches higher than the rest of the floor in the room. Underneath him, and extending the length or the room was a thick, rich red carpet that was more long than it was wide. The floor tiles underneath consisting of cold gray slate... The room itself was twenty feet wide by forty feet long, with walls painted a stark white. There were no windows here, and this was on purpose. Lining the ceiling along each wall were numerous LED lights that could be set to any color and any intensity, controlled by switches on the right armrest of Jackson's throne... Right now they faded in and out from subdued reds to lazy violets... Various prints of many famous artworks lined the walls, framed in the same manner... Jackson was in his mid thirties, with a muscular build, and mid length glossy black hair combed straight. His green eyes flashed mischievously , and his handsome face smiled lightly at the scene before him. He was dressed casually, with a black, long-sleeved dress shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to about mid-forearm. His black slacks were pleated neatly, and his feet were bare. In his right hand he held a crystal, pewter stemmed goblet, and swirled its rich red contents slowly, admiring the aroma... In his left hand he held one of his hand made oak canes, this one with a wrapped black leather grip, about as long as his arm, and as wide as his pinky finger. On the carpet before him was a young woman, beautiful, and stark naked. She was on her hands and knees, facing away from him, with the side of her face pressed into the soft rug. Her ass was up in the air, and bore many red streaks from the strokes of Jackson's cane Her face was contorted into a mix of pure bliss and utter torment as she followed his orders, and masturbated herself before him... Submissives often want nothing more than to cum, and so he usually scheduled such things for the end of the session... He watched as Samantha worked her clit gently with her fingers from her right hand, while sliding the fingers from her left hand in and out just as slowly... He knew that when she got off that Samantha would squirt everywhere, which is why he commanded her to bring a thick towel with her to masturbate upon... The master watched her carefully, waiting until he felt she had just the right level of arousal... Once he was satisfied, he spoke to her in a kind, but firm tone... Girl, you may cum now... He murmured to her, taking a taste of his wine... And cum she did, and very hard. Her gorgeous body spasmmed violently as she screamed, he vagina erupting into a fountain of her ejaculate like a geyser... Jackson could have easily fucked her, and she would have let him given her level of arousal, but that was not how a professional worked. She was married, and loved her husband very much. A good dominant does not take advantage of his client's subspace. She trusted him to take her to places that her husband could not, and trusted him to bring her back from her headspace when it was over... Good girl, you make your master happy... he purred. Samantha gasped as she crawled to Master Jack, resting her head in his lap as she was instructed to after a heavy cum. He stroked her short cropped blonde hair as she spoke to him in a quavering voice, thanking him for his patience, his love, and his skill. He continued this act of kindness for several minutes until he felt she had fully recovered. He leaned down and kissed her on her forehead sweetly, and smiled down to her, and she back up to him, her liquid blue eyes eternally grateful for him.... The professional dominator clicked on of the buttons on his throne, and the lights turned white and shone brightly, filling the room with warmth. This was the signal that they session was now over. Jackson helped his client to her feet, and walked her over to the storage locker that was in the corner of the playroom. He took a key from a chain about his neck, and unlocked it for her. Inside was her clothing, jewelry, and personal items. He then helped her through a door in the side wall, which led to a small bathroom complete with a shower, which he let his clients use to freshen up after a session. He smiled to her, and they shared an embrace. He then shut the door behind her as she showered... He had many such beautiful women come to him for such services, and they all compensated him handsomely... And yet, he had no woman of his own. Not the he didn't get any offers, its just that he felt nothing in the way of romantic chemistry toward any of them... He was painfully aware that he wasn't getting any younger... But he was tremendously wealthy from having implemented an aggressive investment strategy, and his holdings were quite impressive. Maybe it was time for him to retire from this business, and do something else... He decided he would clean up and take his friends up on their earlier offer go to the state fair with them that afternoon, and walk around aimlessly with his thoughts. Perhaps he would eat a funnel cake and share crumbs of it with the birds while he considered his options. They had even promised to bring one of their single friends with them that afternoon, and that he might find her interesting... Women were often intimidated when they learned of his profession, and it often altered their behavior considerably toward him. One with a fresh perspective would be nice... He did have an advanced degree in psychology, and was a licensed psychiatrist, he just never set up a practice... Jackson smiled at that thought. Yes, he might just like that...