Chapter 16

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Shane

"Nine hundred ninety-eight, thank you, Mistress. Nine hundred ninety- nine, thank you, Mistress. One thousand, thank you, Mistress."

Ally finished whipping my ass. As a Nermac, all senses were heightened, including pain, but it didn't hurt as much as put me in my place. I didn't even have to ask her for a scene tonight.

The four of us, Ally, Troy, Taylor and myself, had lived together for decades. Sometimes Mike and his mate Clara lived with us as well. Lauren always stayed on her own. Living together gave us the chance to get to know each other really well, so when I'd called to say I was on my way home and Ally answered, I wasn't surprised that she sensed the tension in my voice. All I said was that it had been hard to control myself around Lauren and Camila today. From that, she knew I needed to kneel.

Good Dommes always knew, which is why she had met me in our playroom. Troy and Taylor were in the waiting pose when I walked in, along with Ally's pet, who she called little girl. Taylor was my collared submissive, as was Troy by Ally. They were our mates, our spouses. Ally's little girl was a different story. She had no relationship with any of us outside the playroom. She lived as a submissive twenty-four seven.

Even as our little group moved around the world, she would find Ally when she needed her, kneeling on our doorstep, offering to serve. She arrived for her most recent visit a few months ago.

Taylor had her back straight with her chest out. Her legs were spread, allowing the scent of her arousal to fill the air. Her raven hair hung straight and loose, framing her perfect face. Although her eyes stayed trained on the floor, the sparkle in her deep green was visible across the room. She was willing, but I knew she would wait until I was in the right frame of mind.

I walked over and stroked my girl's hair to say hello before dropping to my knees myself.

Even though I kept my eyes trained to the ground, I could still see Ally's black boots as she walked around me. She'd been wearing them when I walked in, along with a short black skirt and navy blue corset. I'd noticed because the boots came up over her knees but didn't quite make it to the skirt, leaving an inch of skin showing. I thought it looked hot and I wanted Taylor to wear something like it for me the next time I spanked her.

Ally walked around me. She bent down and grabbed my dick, squeezing hard. "Such a good boy," she said in a condescending tone, "staying still for your Mistress."

She secured a thick black leather collar around my neck. "Are you ready to serve me?"

Nodding, I felt metal slide over my cock and balls. I groaned when she locked the cock-restraining device into place.

"I didn't say you could make a sound," she warned, grabbing a nipple and pinching it.

Again, I nodded my understanding.

I didn't speak until she had me tied to the whipping bench and told me to count out my lashes. Her lashes were hard and caused much needed pain, as did the titanium cage which kept me from getting an erection. With each stroke, I felt my tension melt away.

After the whipping, Ally rubbed my back until the lines from her whip disappeared. She also removed the titanium device from my cock and gently rubbed my frustrated member until the pain was gone. It wasn't sexual; it was just the type of aftercare a good Domme provides. Ending the scene, Ally removed my collar. She sat down on the couch, and I sat on the leather chair across from her.

She looked at my erection with raised brows, her deep brown eyes sparkling. "I wanna hear all about Lauren and Camila, but you have to calm down. You are so tense. The punishment helped a bit, but you still need to relax."

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