Page 226 of Sublime Trust


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I lifted my beaming face. “He called me Mummy!”

He patted my cheek. “Good for you.”

After we had eaten, he insisted I stayed in my sexy garb, and he held me to his promise of putting me in my place.

My excited announcement of our son’s achievement lost his interest rapidly. He re-capped the day’s fault and provided me with a few choice words of admonishment, reminding me to be accurate in my communications during his working day. In a harsher tone, he informed me that his father had asked him to keep their conversation secret. I bowed my head. I’d overstepped the line when I rebuked him about been left in the dark.

Jason instigated the scene with a flogging. My bare posterior bent over a chair in the sitting room. I

submersed myself into a wonderful state of nothingness and, with each warming thud of the flogger, I went resplendently floaty.

Instructing me to lie on my back on the floor, my feet perched on the seat of an armchair, he attached tiny pinching clips between each gap of my toes, splaying them apart. To add to the torment, he used Japanese nipple sticks, squishing my nipples and binding the ends of the sticks with rubber bands.

Standing over me, he tapped at the thin sticks with the tip of a cane.

“Oooh, Sir, please.” I winced, fighting the urge to swing my feet off the seat. I hated the critters between my toes.

“Please what?” The tapping intensified. Now my tits throbbed.

“Oooh. Nothing, Sir,” I backtracked. I wanted to turn away from him, but I held my position.

“How’s Mummy doing?”

“Mummy would like Daddy to stop hitting her!” I shrieked.

“Who tells Daddy what to do?”

“Not Mummy, that’s for sure. Joshie?” I yelped, wriggling away from his cane.

“Keep still. Joshie? Oh dear, you’ve been made a minion by your baby son. Now he has you at his beck and call. Mummy this and Mummy that. Stay still!” He struck a little harder.

“Oooh. Please, Master.” I clenched my hands around the legs of the chair, anchoring me in the hope it would stop me from sliding away. Tears pricked my eyes.

“I’ll relieve you of some of your discomforts. The little pegs between your toes. Let me see if I can flick them off you with this cane.”

“No!” He ignored my protestations and went about the task with admirable skill, knocking each one out with a swipe of his cane.

The grin plastering his face grew bigger with each one of my pathetic shrieks.

Finished, he took up residence on the armchair, his own legs spread on either side of my throbbing feet, and he took them in his hands. I waited, wondering if he’d torture them further. My fears were allayed when he inspected the toes and gave my soles a brief massage with his thumbs. I sighed, closing my eyes.

I jerked, aware of another intrusion, more intimate. He’d poked the tip of the cane inside my pussy. My eyes sprang open wide. Withdrawing the tip, he held it close to my face. My juices dripped off the end. I bit down on my lip.

“Tut, tut, Gemma. A frisky thing tonight, aren’t you?”

I could not deny throughout his little sadistic play I had been gagging for a fuck. My clenching pussy and tingling clitoris ganging up on me, driving me into a state of wantonness. He could have made me cry, demanded me to sob my heart out before he stopped, but he hadn’t. Why?

As if to read my mind, he answered my question with another. “Are you trying to impress me with your pain tolerance or hide your enthusiasm for hearing your son speak to you?”

“You, Master, always you,” I hastened to answer. I’d surrendered to his sadism because of a niggling guilt lurking buried inside me and I could see he was about to unearth it.

“Oh. You weren’t ready for me when I got home, Gemma. Badly tied corset—if you’d allowed more time, then it would have been done better—a ladder in your stockings and no time to prepare dinner. It wasn’t even in the oven, was it? Let me guess you were rabbiting on the phone to somebody about Joshua’s little mummy. Couldn’t wait to tell somebody. Not me! Who?”

Oh, shit.

“My mother.”

My playful Dominant vacated and another kind of Dom took up residence. The lines on his face turned stony and hard and he fixed his intense blue eyes on my hot face. I wanted to shut my eyes but daren’t.

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