The Night Is Calling Part Three by Lady Tora

The Night is Calling (Part Three)

Recap:  No longer with a boy in my life, I have decided to go to a local fetish club where I have become interested in someone to play with.


My hands released his wrists to just encircle his waist.  I let one rest lightly on his abs, just above the waistband of his underwear while the other slide up his chest to lightly encircle his neck.  My pelvis pressed against his ass as I pulled him more against me.  I began moving, grinding a little in time to the music playing, holding him firmly in place.  I could feel him struggle to stay still like he had been told to.  I nuzzled his neck from his shoulder up to his ear before whispering, “The night is calling.  Come and play”.

Despite the loud noise of the club around us I heard his breath catch before letting out a groan of anticipated pleasure.  I couldn’t help but smile to myself; I was going to really enjoy this one.  I get off on the noises that my partners make in play and I could tell that he should be quite vocal.  But there was no way I was going to let him know how much I was really enjoying our interaction so far; at least not yet.  What fun would that be?

I snarled into his ear, “Is that a yes Boy?”  My teeth caught his earlobe and I tugged on it for a moment before he let out another groan.

Yes voice sounded breathless and he stammered a bit, “Yes Miss... I would be honoured to play with you.  Thank you so much for this attention.  I don’t deserve it.”

My eyebrow raised as I cocked my head and studied his face for a moment; I was surprised at this response having already assumed he was new to the scene.  Apparently someone had taught him some basic manners or was he just watching too much FemDom porn?  I guess I would have to find out.  I released my hold on him and stepped back.  Not waiting for him to react, I turned and starting walking toward one of the play rooms on the other side of the club, calling over my shoulder, “Pick up my bag Boy and follow me.”

I chuckled as I caught from the corner of my eye him struggling to do as I commanded as quickly as possible so he wouldn’t lose sight of me in the crowd.  I thread my way through, weaving in and out of the clusters of bodies with my head held high and never looking back, confident that my new plaything would keep up with me.  I strode past a couple of rooms until I found one that was both empty and had the equipment I needed.

Sure enough the boy was right behind me.  I instructed him to put the bag on one of the tables near the wooden St. Andrew’s cross in the corner.  I made myself comfortable on another bench in the room where I could still see him and watch his face.  He stood by the table, his eyes not meeting mine and his hands held protectively in front of his crotch.

“What is your name Boy?” I asked.

He raised his head and looked me right in the eye before answering, “Jake, Miss.”  He lowered his eyes to the floor again.  I repeated the name in my head - Jake - before smiling at him; the name seemed to suit him.

“Nice to meet you Jake.  I am Tora and you may only call me Miss or Miss Tora.”  I shifted and crossed my legs before flashing him a knowing smile, “Do you understand Jake?”

He nodded his head, “Yes Miss Tora.”

“Good Boy.”  I purred.  I then instructed him to unpack my bag for me, laying out each of my toys or tools neatly on the table.  My eyes never left his face as I watched him do this.  First the black leather blindfold, followed by the gag with its red plastic ball and black leather straps, and then a set of four leather cuffs.  He laid a couple more things like a black leather collar and matching lease but he didn’t show much reaction until he removed the red suede flogger.  His whole body seemed to twitch as he picked it up; he seemed fascinated by it, stroking the suede tails.  Bingo, I thought; this was the toy I would be using on him.

I moved quickly to stand beside Jake, startling him out of the little trance my flogger seemed to have placed on him.  He glanced at me guiltily and flushed red before placing it on the table as he had been instructed.  He stood a little back from the table and keep his eyes on the floor, his hands again trying to hide his obvious arousal.

I purred seductively, not bothering to hide my smile, “So Jake, have you ever been tied up and flogged?”

He shook his head, “No Miss.”

“Would you like to be Jake?”

His eyes raised to mine for a moment.  Was that fear that had just flashed on his face?  He swallowed and lowered his head, his skin going a deeper shade of red.  He barely nodded his head and his voice was a whisper, “Yes Miss Tora.”

My hand snaked out without warning and managed to grab the hair at the nape of his neck, jerking his head back so he had to raise his eyes and look at me.  My top lip raised in a snarl as I showed my teeth to him, “You will have to speak up Jake; I would hate to mishear you.”

This time fear definitely flashed on his face and I chuckled a little on the inside.  I released him and stepped back, picking up the blindfold and showing it to him.

“May I use this on you Jake?”

He nodded his head and with a voice much clearer and just loud enough he agreed that I could.  I then went through my basic safety briefing, explaining what I planned on doing and using on him.  I explained that I expected him to use the stop light colours to let me know how I could proceed through the scene and he picked a safe word that would end the scene without question or recourse.

After being reassured at multiple points of the conversation he was indeed ok and alright to proceed with the scene, I helped him put on the cuffs.  I could not help but take a deep breath of his scent as I stood so close to him; yummy.  I asked him to turn around so I could put the blindfold on.  After securing it, I led him to the cross and secured one wrist to one of the arms of the cross.  I pressed against his back and slide my hands up and down his sides before I softly asked if he was still ok.

Jake nodded his head, “Yes Miss Tora.”

I finished securing him to the cross and as I stood from locking his ankles, I ran my hands up the back of his legs, dug my fingers lightly into each ass cheek before caressing up his back, lightly dragging my fingernails.  He rocked slightly in his bonds and groaned.  A slight shiver went up and down my spine;  I was already getting addicted to the noises he was making and only want to hear more.  I reached over and picked up the flogger.  With my free hand resting lightly on one of Jake’s hips, I let the tails of the flogger drape over his shoulder before drawing it down his back, teasing him.  He flinched at this first touch.

“Relax Jake.  Breathe regularly; in through your nose, out through your mouth will also help manage your nervousness and eventually of course the pain.”  I chuckled as he tensed again and strained a bit against his bonds.  I ran the flogger up and down his back slowly, teasing him as I purred, “Really Jake... just relax and let yourself react naturally.”

“Yes Miss Tora.”  His voice was catching again; a mixture of fear and anticipation it seemed.  I placed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades and stepped back.  I twirled the flogger in my hand, playing with it, letting it drape or lightly slap against my thigh.  I had always loved the feel of the weight of it in my hand; it felt so natural that it would become an extension of me it seemed.  I kept my eyes on Jake, watching his breathing, gaging the right moment to land my first strike.

But for a moment I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  There is nothing like the first time with a new boy and I wanted to savour every moment of it like I would a good bottle of wine or an exquisite piece of chocolate cake.  I changed my stance and lifted the flogger, getting ready to deliver the first blow.  Finally I opened my eyes and answered the night’s call to come and play.

The End.