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wolfanficsTitle: Submission /Domination/Suppression
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy
Characters: Adam Hills/Charles Firth/Hamish Blake
Prompt: #2 Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 3,208
Warnings: rope bondage, feminisation, swearing, whipping, sex. I think that’s it.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 3.3/50
Author's Notes/Summary: Firth's POV. Here are my strange ideas about how the Firth persona is a cover-up fora submissive feminised little pain slut "a timid, introverted little buttercup." (Quote Source)
I have no idea who his Master is, though the only person stepping forward to claim it is Julian Morrow, and that's kinda freaky. Ooh, I'm getting into Chaser slash. Be afraid. o.O
Charlie’s/Firth’s POV: Suppression
I can’t remember how long I’ve been with Master. It must be a long time now. He brought me along to His poker match. I was ordered to lose spectacularly. I did my best to fulfil Master’s wishes. I was to go home with the winner, see? Master had arranged everything. I remember looking at the other players and realising that they probably had no idea what to do with me. They weren’t like Master, I could tell. They didn’t have the violence in their eyes that Master has.
Master let me drink that night, told me not to act like the little shit I am. So by the time the game was over, I could hardly remember who we were playing with, or who’d won. But, Master told me when we got home that in a week, I’d be going to meet the winner of the match to spend the night with them. I’m to be obedient, submissive, and silent. Anything they want, I will oblige gladly.
So, a week later, I’m scared to discover that Master isn't coming with me to the club where I’m to meet my owner for the night. I’m not used to going anywhere without Master. But, I suppose He’s asking for my complete trust in that I will obey Him and return to Him once my new Master has had his fun. I dare not disobey Him. If I run, where would I run to? Master is my life. Serving Master is my life.
Master dresses me in my usual outfit and sends me off in a cab. I arrive at the club, trying desperately to remember who I’m meeting. Master wouldn’t tell me. I had lied to Him, telling Him I do know who I’m meeting. When Master finds out I lied to Him, He will punish me for sure, I’m certain of it. I’m not sure He’ll have to find out either. I don’t think I’ll be able to not tell Him when I arrive back home again. I disobeyed Master, and I deserve punishment. He uses my guilt so I confess on my own.
I’ve been to this club many times before. I enter unopposed, the owners know me well enough by now. I spot who I’m meeting from the way he’s staring at me. It takes a few seconds to recognise him. Oh, fuck, it’s Adam Hills. Had he been there that night? He must’ve been. No one else is here. Why, of all people, did he have to win? I’d have gladly accepted any of Master’s friends, but not Adam. This is far too embarrassing, to be forced to show him this very private side of me. But, disobeying Master frightens me more than the shame I feel now. But, then, it doesn’t take much to frighten me now.
I walk up to him, refusing to look at him. It’s humiliating. He shouldn’t have to see me like this. I’m wearing a tiny pink skirt, frills and all, a short black top that has the word SLAVE on it, my collar with a leash attached to it, and my wings. Master makes me wear this outfit to remind me of what I’m not. I’m no man, therefore I shouldn’t dress or behave like one. I’ll never earn that right. I’m never sure why Master likes me in wings, but I daren’t complain. I never question Master’s judgement. It’s one of the rules. I’m Master’s little angel Charlie. He-He hasn’t castrated me yet, but I think He likes having that to threaten me with. He’s come close though, and the… thing… I wear down there reminds me that as much as Master looks after me, Master can be as cruel as He wishes. The spikes are digging into my skin, and although I’ve worn this for years now, the sensations it makes never cease. Master likes arousing me because when I’m hard, the pain is much worse.
But, I’m not aroused tonight. The humiliation I feel is overwhelming. Perhaps this is what Master wants. He does like to humiliate me. But, I belong to Adam for the night, there’s no backing out now. I can’t disobey Master now. Will he understand this? Does he realise what he’s getting into? I stop in front of him, staring at the floor. I can’t bear to look at him. I must pretend he’s Master instead. But, that’s being disloyal to my new Master here, showing him disrespect. I must accept Adam as my Master for tonight.
“You’re looking rather lovely tonight, Charles,” he says.
I hate how he uses my name. It hurts. Reminds me of what I’ve been reduced to. “So, I’m going with you tonight then?” I manage to say, trying not to be hurt by his attempts to laugh at me. I can hear it in his voice. He thinks this is funny. It only adds to my shame.
“So it would seem. Is there anything you won’t do before we get back to my place?” he says.
“M-Master has said I will submit to anything you wish to do to me. I mean, you can’t be any worse than Him. You don’t look experienced enough,” I say, suddenly afraid that he really does know what he’s doing. I mean, Master wouldn’t trust me to just anyone, would He?
“I might not be experienced, but I’ve always wanted to know how far I could go, and you look like just the slave I’ve been looking for to test myself on. I had a good teacher, you know. Now, come on, back to my place,” he says.
“Yes Master,” I whisper, and I’m not sure he even hears me.
He grabs the leash on my collar and drags me out of the club. We drive home. I can’t speak. When we arrive, I’m told to wait in the bedroom. I enter and kneel at the foot of the bed, hands resting on my thighs, my head bowed, just as Master has taught me. I wait in silence for my new Master to return.
I’m aware of my new Master entering the bedroom again, though I don’t dare look at him. I’m still too embarrassed to look at him. I’m not allowed to look at Master unless he commands me to. I’m not sure how I should address my new Master. I figure I should wait for his instruction. I’ve gotten myself in trouble for presuming things instead of waiting to be told, and I’m not sure I want to get my new Master angry. I had no idea he was into this sort of thing. What kind of Master will he be? I can’t imagine him being angry or cruel. It just doesn’t sit right.
I barely look up when I hear him walking into the room again. I’m aware of another person coming in behind him. Must be Hamish. I’ve heard Master talking about those two. I remain where I’m kneeling, too afraid to move.
“Where have you been, Hamish?” Adam says. He sounds … not angry, but worried, like he’d missed Hamish. Master never talks to me like that, never shows me that sort of concern. I get yelled at, hit and abused – which is not to say I don’t enjoy it, but if Master ever sees fit to show me the sort of concern Adam shows for Hamish, that might make me a little happier. Sometimes I doubt Master cares for me at all. Shit, how can I think such a thing? Of course, Master cares about me. He does, He must. After everything He’s done for me, I should be grateful for His kindness. I’ll have to confess my doubts to Him so He can punish me. Even after so many years, doubts still linger in my mind about whether my Master cares about me. What sort of pathetic slave am I? I am not worthy of Master’s kindness.
“Just having a drink with some mates. Is that a problem?” Hamish says.
“You should know when I need you. And I need you now,” Adam says. “You and this little bitch I found at the pub.”
“Sir? It is not in Your nature to bring another slave-beast such as I home. Am I not pleasing to You, sir?” he says, and I notice how formal his language has become. Does Adam make him speak like this all the time? Master doesn’t require this of me. I lie, I do have my own rules as to how I may communicate to Master, but it isn’t as strict as this. I’m surprised at how scared Hamish sounds, like Adam bringing me home is a very bad thing for them. I get the feeling Adam hadn’t told Hamish I would be here.
“Oh, I still love you, darling, this one was just begging for it. I’ll kick her out once I’m done with her,” Adam says.
“I apologise, sir, I did not realise-”
“It’s ok, love. You’ll just have to make up for it now, won’t you?” Adam says, and I swear he’s almost laughing.
“How may I make up for such an indiscretion, sir?” Hamish says.
“I’m going to tie you up first. Then you can watch me fuck that little bitch. You’re not getting fucked yet. You haven’t earned it,” Adam says. Ah, now the harshness comes out.
“Yes, sir,” Hamish answers, his voice barely above a whisper.
I can hear Adam doing something to Hamish, but I’m too scared to look and see. Must be tying him up. Sometime later, Adam grabs me by my wings, pulling me to my feet. I stand there, staring at the ground, unable and unwilling to fight him. He’s walking around me, pacing, almost. It feels like he’s scrutinising me. I blush under his intense gaze, hoping he finds me pleasing to him. He eventually comes to a stop in front of me.
“What’s your name, bitch?” he barks, and I shiver at the angriness of his command.
“Master calls me Charlie, sir,” I say, not wanting to lie to him.
“Charlie, what a quaint name. Speak up when you answer me,” Adam says. I hate how he tells me off. So patronising. I feel like a small child. A small disobedient child.
“Yes, sir,” I respond, terrified of making him angry.
“Good girl. So, is there anything you won’t do before we start?” Adam says.
“Master has made me do many things I haven’t wanted to do, sir. But, I know it’s my place to have such things done to me. And Master looks after me,” I say.
“If Master’s so good to you, what were you doing out alone and unescorted?” Adam says.
I shiver, trying not to cry, afraid I’ve done something terribly wrong. Is this another trick of Master’s to give Him an excuse to punish me? “I don’t know, sir. Master told me to go to there to wait for someone. I was to be lent out tonight, sir. Are you the one Master wished to lend me to, sir?” I say honestly.
“Of course, I know your Master well. I just don’t like disobedient, cheeky slaves. Stop your crying. I won’t have you crying on me. Anything you particularly want me to do? Your Master wanted me to let you decide tonight’s proceedings,” Adam says. His tone of voice surprises me. I can’t pick out how he’s feeling.
“I wish… I wish for pain and humiliation, sir. I am ashamed of these desires; Master tries to beat them out of me. How do you wish to hurt me, sir?” I say. Suddenly, it hits me that he’s actually going to do this. I can’t stop a shiver travelling along my spine. I can feel myself harden, sending a stab of pain into my abdomen. I inhale sharply at the pain, curling into myself.
Without a word, I’m made to kneel again, my wings torn from my back. I stay where I am, waiting for the pain to come. I have no idea what he’ll hit me with, but I pray that it hurts. I can’t help but cry out as the whip hits my back the first time, the sharp pain shocking me. It’s even more glorious than I had expected. He knows how to whip properly. I cry out every time he hits me, hating and loving the pain flying across my back.
Then the pain stops and I’m left to deal with the stinging afterglow creeping over my abused back. I don’t dare move. Adam walks away from me.
“I told you to watch, bitch,” Adam says. I don’t think he’s talking to me, his voice isn’t directed at me. I shiver and curl into myself, wondering what Hamish has done to anger him.
“I-I don’t like seeing you like this, sir. Please, don’t hurt me, sir. You know I don’t like that sort of thing,” Hamish says. My God, he sounds terrified. Hadn’t Adam done this to him before?
“Scared, are you? I told you to watch. Don’t make me punish you,” Adam says.
I hear movement behind me, but I don’t dare look. Adam must be on the bed with Hamish. I assume Hamish is on the bed. I feel like I’m intruding on them. I want to run away and leave them in peace. Obviously, my presence hasn’t been beneficial to them at all. I should go, but I can’t find the strength to leave without being told to. I remain where I am, listening to their conversation. I’m such a cowardly little girl.
“Adam, please, you’re scaring me. This is too much for me,” Hamish says. “Don’t do this to me, Adam. You know this is more than I can cope with. I don’t like seeing you like this. You’re scaring me, Adam.”
“Shh, it’s ok, Hamish. I won’t hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Adam says quietly. “Do you want to sit this out?”
“I don’t like you bringing Charlie into this. This changes things. I’m not him, I’m not your slave. I don’t like seeing you being so cruel, Adam. Remember when I first asked you about this? I made you promise not to be cruel. I can’t stand seeing you like this. This isn’t you, Adam. Can’t you see how wrong this is?” Hamish says.
“I promised her master I’d discipline her,” Adam says. “And this is a part of me. I’ve been waiting so long for this. I suppress it for you because I know you don’t like it. But, don’t try and write this off as not me, because it sure as hell is. I don’t want to scare you, Hamish.”
He promised to punish me? For my Master? I shiver at the thought that Master thinks me too insignificant to punish Himself that He’ll lend me out to others to punish. My God, what has my life become?
“Well, you’re doing a great job of it, Adam. I’m scared. I don’t like seeing this side of you. I didn’t know you had this in you at all. Why didn’t you tell me?” Hamish says.
“Because… Because I knew you’d hate me. It’d scare you, and I didn’t want to lose you,” Adam says.
“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” Hamish says. He sounds like he’s crying.
“No, that’s all. Sorry I kept it from you. Are you alright?” Adam says.
“No, I’m not alright. I didn’t know you could be like that. Is that what you really want from me, Adam? Because if it is, I can’t give it to you,” Hamish says.
“I know. I know you don’t like it. That’s why I hid it. Do you want me to stop? I can kick her out now if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” Adam says.
“Just fuck her and get her out of here. Then I can have you all to myself. I think this is something we need to discuss properly, not now when some random sub is waiting for you to discipline her,” Hamish says. “I think she wants you, Adam. Better not disappoint her, aye?”
I allow myself a quick look in their direction, waiting for Adam to return to me and punish me further. I shiver and look back at the ground when he speaks.
“Alright, just for you, pet. Won’t be long,” Adam says.
I’m pulled to my knees. Adam pulls me over to the couch and between his legs, holding my head firmly with one hand as I give him a blow job, just as Master has taught me. It’s not too bad, but I’m not convinced this is over yet. Nope, I’m right. He pulls me over to the bed, where he lies me down on my stomach, pinning me down hard as he tears my clothes from me. I barely have time to register my nakedness when the pain comes. He’s thrusting inside me, hard, fast and rough. This is just how Master fucks me, when He feels the desire to do so. My cock is so engorged in its metal case, the spikes causing excruciating pain. I can’t help but cry, part of me loathing this treatment, part of me so turned on I can’t believe the pain that’s stabbing into me from my cock. There’s no point in resisting him. I lie there and let him have his fun.
After a long time, he pulls out of me finally, pushing me off the bed. I barely have time to get my shit together and dress before he drags me out of the room. I trip and fall as I stagger out of the room, cowering at Adam’s feet. Oh, God, I hope I haven’t made him mad or anything. Master would not like that.
“Did you enjoy that, Charles?” Adam says, his voice as patronising as before.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, wishing the floor would come and swallow me up.
“Get the fuck out of here. Tell your Master I’ll call him soon,” Adam says, pulling me to my feet.
“Yes, sir,” I say, grabbing my beloved wings before I’m pushed out the door. And suddenly I’m alone.
I quietly make my way down to the street and begin my long walk home. An hour later, I arrive at Master’s house, collapsing on the ground, my aching feet refusing to carry my weight any longer. But, I’m too scared to have come all this way and fail my Master now, so I gather myself up and enter the house through my designated entrance. I crawl on my hands and knees to my quarters, curling up inside the kennel, more than ready for sleep.
I swear I hear my Master say something before I go to sleep. Is He waiting for me? I can’t tell. The last words I hear before my eyes close are, “Well done, Charlie.” I like to think He praised me, and that this isn’t a product of delusion. Master won’t tell me if I’m right or not.
My sleep is filled with nothingness. Life continues as it always has before. I crawl to the feet of my Master, seeking His blessings, seeking His forgiveness, seeking His love.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy
Characters: Adam Hills/Charles Firth/Hamish Blake
Prompt: #2 Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 3,208
Warnings: rope bondage, feminisation, swearing, whipping, sex. I think that’s it.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 3.3/50
Author's Notes/Summary: Firth's POV. Here are my strange ideas about how the Firth persona is a cover-up for
I have no idea who his Master is, though the only person stepping forward to claim it is Julian Morrow, and that's kinda freaky. Ooh, I'm getting into Chaser slash. Be afraid. o.O
Charlie’s/Firth’s POV: Suppression
I can’t remember how long I’ve been with Master. It must be a long time now. He brought me along to His poker match. I was ordered to lose spectacularly. I did my best to fulfil Master’s wishes. I was to go home with the winner, see? Master had arranged everything. I remember looking at the other players and realising that they probably had no idea what to do with me. They weren’t like Master, I could tell. They didn’t have the violence in their eyes that Master has.
Master let me drink that night, told me not to act like the little shit I am. So by the time the game was over, I could hardly remember who we were playing with, or who’d won. But, Master told me when we got home that in a week, I’d be going to meet the winner of the match to spend the night with them. I’m to be obedient, submissive, and silent. Anything they want, I will oblige gladly.
So, a week later, I’m scared to discover that Master isn't coming with me to the club where I’m to meet my owner for the night. I’m not used to going anywhere without Master. But, I suppose He’s asking for my complete trust in that I will obey Him and return to Him once my new Master has had his fun. I dare not disobey Him. If I run, where would I run to? Master is my life. Serving Master is my life.
Master dresses me in my usual outfit and sends me off in a cab. I arrive at the club, trying desperately to remember who I’m meeting. Master wouldn’t tell me. I had lied to Him, telling Him I do know who I’m meeting. When Master finds out I lied to Him, He will punish me for sure, I’m certain of it. I’m not sure He’ll have to find out either. I don’t think I’ll be able to not tell Him when I arrive back home again. I disobeyed Master, and I deserve punishment. He uses my guilt so I confess on my own.
I’ve been to this club many times before. I enter unopposed, the owners know me well enough by now. I spot who I’m meeting from the way he’s staring at me. It takes a few seconds to recognise him. Oh, fuck, it’s Adam Hills. Had he been there that night? He must’ve been. No one else is here. Why, of all people, did he have to win? I’d have gladly accepted any of Master’s friends, but not Adam. This is far too embarrassing, to be forced to show him this very private side of me. But, disobeying Master frightens me more than the shame I feel now. But, then, it doesn’t take much to frighten me now.
I walk up to him, refusing to look at him. It’s humiliating. He shouldn’t have to see me like this. I’m wearing a tiny pink skirt, frills and all, a short black top that has the word SLAVE on it, my collar with a leash attached to it, and my wings. Master makes me wear this outfit to remind me of what I’m not. I’m no man, therefore I shouldn’t dress or behave like one. I’ll never earn that right. I’m never sure why Master likes me in wings, but I daren’t complain. I never question Master’s judgement. It’s one of the rules. I’m Master’s little angel Charlie. He-He hasn’t castrated me yet, but I think He likes having that to threaten me with. He’s come close though, and the… thing… I wear down there reminds me that as much as Master looks after me, Master can be as cruel as He wishes. The spikes are digging into my skin, and although I’ve worn this for years now, the sensations it makes never cease. Master likes arousing me because when I’m hard, the pain is much worse.
But, I’m not aroused tonight. The humiliation I feel is overwhelming. Perhaps this is what Master wants. He does like to humiliate me. But, I belong to Adam for the night, there’s no backing out now. I can’t disobey Master now. Will he understand this? Does he realise what he’s getting into? I stop in front of him, staring at the floor. I can’t bear to look at him. I must pretend he’s Master instead. But, that’s being disloyal to my new Master here, showing him disrespect. I must accept Adam as my Master for tonight.
“You’re looking rather lovely tonight, Charles,” he says.
I hate how he uses my name. It hurts. Reminds me of what I’ve been reduced to. “So, I’m going with you tonight then?” I manage to say, trying not to be hurt by his attempts to laugh at me. I can hear it in his voice. He thinks this is funny. It only adds to my shame.
“So it would seem. Is there anything you won’t do before we get back to my place?” he says.
“M-Master has said I will submit to anything you wish to do to me. I mean, you can’t be any worse than Him. You don’t look experienced enough,” I say, suddenly afraid that he really does know what he’s doing. I mean, Master wouldn’t trust me to just anyone, would He?
“I might not be experienced, but I’ve always wanted to know how far I could go, and you look like just the slave I’ve been looking for to test myself on. I had a good teacher, you know. Now, come on, back to my place,” he says.
“Yes Master,” I whisper, and I’m not sure he even hears me.
He grabs the leash on my collar and drags me out of the club. We drive home. I can’t speak. When we arrive, I’m told to wait in the bedroom. I enter and kneel at the foot of the bed, hands resting on my thighs, my head bowed, just as Master has taught me. I wait in silence for my new Master to return.
I’m aware of my new Master entering the bedroom again, though I don’t dare look at him. I’m still too embarrassed to look at him. I’m not allowed to look at Master unless he commands me to. I’m not sure how I should address my new Master. I figure I should wait for his instruction. I’ve gotten myself in trouble for presuming things instead of waiting to be told, and I’m not sure I want to get my new Master angry. I had no idea he was into this sort of thing. What kind of Master will he be? I can’t imagine him being angry or cruel. It just doesn’t sit right.
I barely look up when I hear him walking into the room again. I’m aware of another person coming in behind him. Must be Hamish. I’ve heard Master talking about those two. I remain where I’m kneeling, too afraid to move.
“Where have you been, Hamish?” Adam says. He sounds … not angry, but worried, like he’d missed Hamish. Master never talks to me like that, never shows me that sort of concern. I get yelled at, hit and abused – which is not to say I don’t enjoy it, but if Master ever sees fit to show me the sort of concern Adam shows for Hamish, that might make me a little happier. Sometimes I doubt Master cares for me at all. Shit, how can I think such a thing? Of course, Master cares about me. He does, He must. After everything He’s done for me, I should be grateful for His kindness. I’ll have to confess my doubts to Him so He can punish me. Even after so many years, doubts still linger in my mind about whether my Master cares about me. What sort of pathetic slave am I? I am not worthy of Master’s kindness.
“Just having a drink with some mates. Is that a problem?” Hamish says.
“You should know when I need you. And I need you now,” Adam says. “You and this little bitch I found at the pub.”
“Sir? It is not in Your nature to bring another slave-beast such as I home. Am I not pleasing to You, sir?” he says, and I notice how formal his language has become. Does Adam make him speak like this all the time? Master doesn’t require this of me. I lie, I do have my own rules as to how I may communicate to Master, but it isn’t as strict as this. I’m surprised at how scared Hamish sounds, like Adam bringing me home is a very bad thing for them. I get the feeling Adam hadn’t told Hamish I would be here.
“Oh, I still love you, darling, this one was just begging for it. I’ll kick her out once I’m done with her,” Adam says.
“I apologise, sir, I did not realise-”
“It’s ok, love. You’ll just have to make up for it now, won’t you?” Adam says, and I swear he’s almost laughing.
“How may I make up for such an indiscretion, sir?” Hamish says.
“I’m going to tie you up first. Then you can watch me fuck that little bitch. You’re not getting fucked yet. You haven’t earned it,” Adam says. Ah, now the harshness comes out.
“Yes, sir,” Hamish answers, his voice barely above a whisper.
I can hear Adam doing something to Hamish, but I’m too scared to look and see. Must be tying him up. Sometime later, Adam grabs me by my wings, pulling me to my feet. I stand there, staring at the ground, unable and unwilling to fight him. He’s walking around me, pacing, almost. It feels like he’s scrutinising me. I blush under his intense gaze, hoping he finds me pleasing to him. He eventually comes to a stop in front of me.
“What’s your name, bitch?” he barks, and I shiver at the angriness of his command.
“Master calls me Charlie, sir,” I say, not wanting to lie to him.
“Charlie, what a quaint name. Speak up when you answer me,” Adam says. I hate how he tells me off. So patronising. I feel like a small child. A small disobedient child.
“Yes, sir,” I respond, terrified of making him angry.
“Good girl. So, is there anything you won’t do before we start?” Adam says.
“Master has made me do many things I haven’t wanted to do, sir. But, I know it’s my place to have such things done to me. And Master looks after me,” I say.
“If Master’s so good to you, what were you doing out alone and unescorted?” Adam says.
I shiver, trying not to cry, afraid I’ve done something terribly wrong. Is this another trick of Master’s to give Him an excuse to punish me? “I don’t know, sir. Master told me to go to there to wait for someone. I was to be lent out tonight, sir. Are you the one Master wished to lend me to, sir?” I say honestly.
“Of course, I know your Master well. I just don’t like disobedient, cheeky slaves. Stop your crying. I won’t have you crying on me. Anything you particularly want me to do? Your Master wanted me to let you decide tonight’s proceedings,” Adam says. His tone of voice surprises me. I can’t pick out how he’s feeling.
“I wish… I wish for pain and humiliation, sir. I am ashamed of these desires; Master tries to beat them out of me. How do you wish to hurt me, sir?” I say. Suddenly, it hits me that he’s actually going to do this. I can’t stop a shiver travelling along my spine. I can feel myself harden, sending a stab of pain into my abdomen. I inhale sharply at the pain, curling into myself.
Without a word, I’m made to kneel again, my wings torn from my back. I stay where I am, waiting for the pain to come. I have no idea what he’ll hit me with, but I pray that it hurts. I can’t help but cry out as the whip hits my back the first time, the sharp pain shocking me. It’s even more glorious than I had expected. He knows how to whip properly. I cry out every time he hits me, hating and loving the pain flying across my back.
Then the pain stops and I’m left to deal with the stinging afterglow creeping over my abused back. I don’t dare move. Adam walks away from me.
“I told you to watch, bitch,” Adam says. I don’t think he’s talking to me, his voice isn’t directed at me. I shiver and curl into myself, wondering what Hamish has done to anger him.
“I-I don’t like seeing you like this, sir. Please, don’t hurt me, sir. You know I don’t like that sort of thing,” Hamish says. My God, he sounds terrified. Hadn’t Adam done this to him before?
“Scared, are you? I told you to watch. Don’t make me punish you,” Adam says.
I hear movement behind me, but I don’t dare look. Adam must be on the bed with Hamish. I assume Hamish is on the bed. I feel like I’m intruding on them. I want to run away and leave them in peace. Obviously, my presence hasn’t been beneficial to them at all. I should go, but I can’t find the strength to leave without being told to. I remain where I am, listening to their conversation. I’m such a cowardly little girl.
“Adam, please, you’re scaring me. This is too much for me,” Hamish says. “Don’t do this to me, Adam. You know this is more than I can cope with. I don’t like seeing you like this. You’re scaring me, Adam.”
“Shh, it’s ok, Hamish. I won’t hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Adam says quietly. “Do you want to sit this out?”
“I don’t like you bringing Charlie into this. This changes things. I’m not him, I’m not your slave. I don’t like seeing you being so cruel, Adam. Remember when I first asked you about this? I made you promise not to be cruel. I can’t stand seeing you like this. This isn’t you, Adam. Can’t you see how wrong this is?” Hamish says.
“I promised her master I’d discipline her,” Adam says. “And this is a part of me. I’ve been waiting so long for this. I suppress it for you because I know you don’t like it. But, don’t try and write this off as not me, because it sure as hell is. I don’t want to scare you, Hamish.”
He promised to punish me? For my Master? I shiver at the thought that Master thinks me too insignificant to punish Himself that He’ll lend me out to others to punish. My God, what has my life become?
“Well, you’re doing a great job of it, Adam. I’m scared. I don’t like seeing this side of you. I didn’t know you had this in you at all. Why didn’t you tell me?” Hamish says.
“Because… Because I knew you’d hate me. It’d scare you, and I didn’t want to lose you,” Adam says.
“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” Hamish says. He sounds like he’s crying.
“No, that’s all. Sorry I kept it from you. Are you alright?” Adam says.
“No, I’m not alright. I didn’t know you could be like that. Is that what you really want from me, Adam? Because if it is, I can’t give it to you,” Hamish says.
“I know. I know you don’t like it. That’s why I hid it. Do you want me to stop? I can kick her out now if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” Adam says.
“Just fuck her and get her out of here. Then I can have you all to myself. I think this is something we need to discuss properly, not now when some random sub is waiting for you to discipline her,” Hamish says. “I think she wants you, Adam. Better not disappoint her, aye?”
I allow myself a quick look in their direction, waiting for Adam to return to me and punish me further. I shiver and look back at the ground when he speaks.
“Alright, just for you, pet. Won’t be long,” Adam says.
I’m pulled to my knees. Adam pulls me over to the couch and between his legs, holding my head firmly with one hand as I give him a blow job, just as Master has taught me. It’s not too bad, but I’m not convinced this is over yet. Nope, I’m right. He pulls me over to the bed, where he lies me down on my stomach, pinning me down hard as he tears my clothes from me. I barely have time to register my nakedness when the pain comes. He’s thrusting inside me, hard, fast and rough. This is just how Master fucks me, when He feels the desire to do so. My cock is so engorged in its metal case, the spikes causing excruciating pain. I can’t help but cry, part of me loathing this treatment, part of me so turned on I can’t believe the pain that’s stabbing into me from my cock. There’s no point in resisting him. I lie there and let him have his fun.
After a long time, he pulls out of me finally, pushing me off the bed. I barely have time to get my shit together and dress before he drags me out of the room. I trip and fall as I stagger out of the room, cowering at Adam’s feet. Oh, God, I hope I haven’t made him mad or anything. Master would not like that.
“Did you enjoy that, Charles?” Adam says, his voice as patronising as before.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, wishing the floor would come and swallow me up.
“Get the fuck out of here. Tell your Master I’ll call him soon,” Adam says, pulling me to my feet.
“Yes, sir,” I say, grabbing my beloved wings before I’m pushed out the door. And suddenly I’m alone.
I quietly make my way down to the street and begin my long walk home. An hour later, I arrive at Master’s house, collapsing on the ground, my aching feet refusing to carry my weight any longer. But, I’m too scared to have come all this way and fail my Master now, so I gather myself up and enter the house through my designated entrance. I crawl on my hands and knees to my quarters, curling up inside the kennel, more than ready for sleep.
I swear I hear my Master say something before I go to sleep. Is He waiting for me? I can’t tell. The last words I hear before my eyes close are, “Well done, Charlie.” I like to think He praised me, and that this isn’t a product of delusion. Master won’t tell me if I’m right or not.
My sleep is filled with nothingness. Life continues as it always has before. I crawl to the feet of my Master, seeking His blessings, seeking His forgiveness, seeking His love.
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Date: 2006-10-22 06:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-22 06:50 am (UTC)Also, I just got an idea about how to continue this fic, so yay for me. :D Also exploring Adam's dark side a lot deeper. But not when Hamish is around.
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Date: 2006-10-22 08:14 am (UTC)Yay for you indeed!!
*is intrigued*
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Date: 2006-10-22 08:19 am (UTC)Yay for me! And yes, be intrigued. Should be fun.