Page 13 of On His Terms
In obvious disbelief, she flicked her gaze at the implement.
“Now stand so I can inspect your naked body.”
She hesitated for a moment.
“Many Doms like to ensure their subs have complied with their grooming rules. And sometimes they simply enjoy touching while she or he is unable to move. For others, it’s simply a perfunctory part of the relationship.”
Like most novices, she stood awkwardly, putting a hand down to steady herself.
“We’ll try that again, shall we? This time, keep your hands behind your neck. Use your abdominal muscles. It’s tricky with shoes on, but since you’re barefoot, it’s easier to find your balance.” He forced her to rise and kneel ten times before she was a bit out of breath. The altitude of Damien’s mountain club might also have something to do with it. “If you want to hold your Dom’s interest, you’ll practice that dozens of times a day. With heels, barefoot, holding a tray, hands in various positions. Your movements should be beautiful…poetry in motion.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“For a standing inspection, I require you to keep your head up, looking straight ahead. Of course, others have different expectations, but if you’re with someone for the first time and no other orders have been issued, this is a fairly safe default position. Of course, that doesn’t mean you won’t be punished for your assumption.” He flashed her a wicked grin. “I’ll show you a lying down variation after we’re done here. Now, push your elbows out farther so that your breasts are more prominently displayed. Bring your shoulder blades together.”
“Oh my God. More trips to the gym are in order.”
“I have a tongue clamp if you can’t keep your mouth shut.”
Wisely, she said nothing.
He tapped the insides of her ankles with the rattan and she spread her legs wider in response. “Good. Now, I intend to inspect you. Your mental state matters here. You can see this as a humiliating exposure, or you can see it as part of the procedure, or you can know you’re pleasing your Dom. You can even enjoy the experience. It’s all up to you.” He walked around her. “You have a lovely body, Chelsea.” When she remained silent, he prompted, “You may thank me for the compliment.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Lovely breasts, with long, thick pink nipples.”
When she remained silent, he tapped her forearm with the cane to prompt her. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Do you have sensitive nipples, girl?”
“Uhm…not overly so, Sir.”
“Mind if I find out for myself?”
Her hesitation was so slight that he might have missed it had he not been watching her so carefully. “Please do, Sir.”
Before cupping her breasts, he returned the cane to its place. “Stay in position.” He lifted her breasts slightly then tightened his grip on the firm flesh.
Though the speed of her breathing increased, she didn’t protest.
He moved his hands to gently squeeze her nipples. Her mouth was slightly parted, and she continued to look ahead. He released her, then did it again, and again slightly harder. “How’s that?”
“It’s…” She blinked then met his gaze. “Amazing.”
“And yet I don’t hear any gratitude.”
“Thank you, Sir!”
“Much better. What are you thanking me for?”
She wrinkled her nose, and said, “For your attention to me, Sir.”
“Now your pretty pussy.” He used his left hand to part her labia and he skimmed the inside of the tender flesh. “Many Doms will want you clean shaven there. If you were my sub, I’d use a pair of tweezers to get every stray hair that you missed.”
She swallowed hard.