Taming Kit Pt. 01- Lessons for Gia

It's been 10 years...

I can hear the music bumping from the open door of the club. I tighten the belt of my jacket. It wouldn't do for it to come open on the street and reveal what's underneath.

The line is much longer than it used to be. I stuff my hands in my pockets and stand with everyone else. When it's finally my turn, the bouncer asks for ID without even looking up. I slip it to him and watch his expression change as he realizes who is standing in front of him.

"Well I'll be damned if it isn't Miss Kit Vega! You better come here and give ol' Dom a hug."

I laugh as Dominic wraps me in his big arms and brings me in for a hug. The man is huge. His biceps are easily bigger than my head. A jagged scar mars his face--from the right of his forehead, across his eye, and ending just below the left side of his lip. No one really knows how he got the scar, but it certainly helps keep unruly club patrons in line.

As big and scary as he is, he will melt for a woman with a whip and a stern voice. I've always admired him as a submissive.

"Here's the sub sign-in, little lady, you know the drill."

"Oh... um... I don't sub anymore, Dominic. I'll need the other one."

Dominic just stares at me, like my head has detached from my body and is floating in midair. I wait patiently for him to register what I'm saying and sign my name on the clipboard he hands me--the one for Doms.

"You go on in and have a good time, Kit... hey, does Jake know you're here?"

The mention of my ex has way more effect on me than it should, ten years after we broke up, but I shake it off.

"Dom, I haven't spoken to Jake since I left Raleigh in that beat-up Chevy Impala. I'm not about to start now."

An odd look crosses his face, but I don't have time to sort it out, and there are people waiting to get in, so I just walk inside.

I look around, impressed at how nice the club is. Ten years ago, this place was just a run-down old nightclub with chipped tile floors, a wooden bar, and a few stools that had seen better days.

The sleek black tile, the stainless bar placed right in the center of the club, and black leather barstools are a stark contrast in comparison. As impressive as the club is, it's the stage that catches my attention.

Soft lights hit the man in the center. He is completely naked except for the ball gag in his mouth and the straps around his wrists and ankles binding him to the chair.

A tall and lean woman in a black bustier drags her fingers up his thigh towards his hard-on as she whispers something in his ear.

The tables in front of the stage are full of people watching. I find myself looking for Jake, and feel a slight pull in my stomach when I don't see him.

Get it together, Kit... you caught him with another woman's hand down his pants. Fuck him.

I decide to get a drink. If I'm going to be moving back to Raleigh, this is the only blasted BDSM club for 200 miles--I better get used to it.

The anxiety of running into my ex and watching the D/s display on stage has me itching to play. Hopefully there are still playrooms in the back.

"Vodka Tonic, with a splash of cranberry?"

Jake's voice startles me out of my head, and my heart drops to my feet when I see him behind the bar.

He's changed in the last ten years. His shaggy brown hair is clean cut and combed back, his shoulders are broader, his arms stronger and covered in tattoos.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, wincing at the anger present in my voice.

"I own this place, Kit. I thought you knew that."

"Why would I know that? I've been in New York for ten years, and I sure as hell didn't keep up with what Jake Toller was doing. What happened to Frank?"

"Easy there, firecracker, no need for hostility. Frank retired about five years ago, and I bought the club from him. So, how about that Vodka Tonic?"

"I don't drink those anymore. A bourbon, neat, please."

I can't help but watch his large hands as they pour my drink. I remember those hands and the way they felt on every part of my body. Then I remember the way they looked wrapped around Allison Blackmon's arms as she groped him in the stock room the night before I left for New York.

"You looking for someone to play with tonight? I'm just covering for Blake while he's out on break. I'll be on the floor in about 20 minutes."

I stare at him incredulously. "I don't sub anymore, Jake--and if I did, you'd be the last person I'd let touch me."

I can't get away from him quickly enough. I hear him call out to me as I grab my drink and make my way into the crowd, but I ignore it.

What was I thinking?

I thought I was over Jake Toller is what I thought. I knew I'd see him here eventually, but I didn't know he owned the place, and I sure as hell wasn't expecting him to be twice as sexy as the last time I saw him.

I make my way to the back where the playrooms used to be. I'm thrilled to see they're still here--updated, but still here.

I look around to see if there is an occupied room with an open door indicating the couple doesn't mind being watched.

As I move through the hallway, I can hear the screams and moans of both pain and pleasure. My blood thrums through my veins, and my nipples harden against the mesh shirt I have on under my coat.

I shrug my coat off and hang it on one of the hooks along the way, before moving toward the only open door in the hallway.

I step into the room and find a chair in the corner. I'm surprised to see a woman alone in the center of the room. She is kneeling, her knees spread wide so that her cunt is on display, and her eyes are cast to the floor.

She's fucking beautiful.

I should stay in my seat, but I need to see more of her, so I slowly walk around her, admiring her ability to keep her eyes downcast despite a stranger entering the room.

She's incredibly curvy, with a small waist and slight shoulders. Her long black hair hangs forward, grazing her tattoo-covered thighs.

She's exactly my type, and I wonder where her partner is.

"Why are you here alone?" I ask.

She keeps her eyes toward the floor, but answers me. "I have no partner."

Curious.

"Why are you kneeling here, completely naked, if you have no partner?"

"I wanted to play, but I do not know anyone here, so I thought if I sat here long enough, someone who was willing to play would come by."

She's new... she has to be. No sub in their right mind would kneel naked in a club playroom and wait for some stranger to come play with them.

"What is your name?"

"Gia."

Gia seems to be a fitting name for the girl... like Gia Paige, my favorite female porn star.

"Gia, do you know how dangerous it is to open yourself up to any half-cocked Dom that happens to walk by?"

She looks up at me now, unsure and perhaps a bit embarrassed.

"I... I don't know. I've never done this before, and I don't know... I don't know what I'm doing."

As a rule, I don't normally play with newbies, but this woman is so incredibly sexy.

"Gia, stand up for me, and take a seat on the bed."

Gia does as I say. I suck a breath in when she stands. Her breasts, which had been covered by her hair, are full and heavy, her belly soft with the slightest curve.

"My name is Kit. May I sit with you?"

Gia nods, and I sit beside her on the bed.

"Finding someone to play with is very important for an inexperienced sub. BDSM can be dangerous--you have to trust the person you play with not to take it too far. Do you understand?"

My heart breaks at the embarrassment I see on her face.

"I'm sorry. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here."

I place my hand on her thigh to stop her from getting up.

"I don't think it was a mistake."

Her eyes meet mine before traveling over my body.

"Do you like women, Gia?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to play with me?"

I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.

"Yes."

I tip her chin with my finger and lean in to kiss her. Her lips are full and soft, her tongue darts in to tentatively play with mine.

"Tell me, pretty girl, do you like pain?" I ask, hoping like hell she does, because I'm itching to mar her perfect skin.

"Yes."

My pussy begins to throb in anticipation.

"Gia, I'm going to take it very slow with you, but it's very important that you use safe words if I do anything that you do not like or that makes you uncomfortable. I need you to say 'yellow' if you'd like for me to slow down or do something else, and 'red' if you'd like the play to stop altogether. Do you understand?" My voice is strained. I hate the business part of this world, but it is a necessary evil.

Gia nods her head in understanding, and immediately I capture her hair at the back of her neck and yank.

She sucks in a breath, and I run my other hand down her neck and between her breasts.

"I'm going to make you hurt, Gia."

Her nipples tighten, and she moans at my words. Her response is heavenly.

I lean in and lick the space between her breasts, tasting the saltiness of her skin before capturing her nipple between my lips.

Her back arches as I suck, and her hand reaches toward me, but I grab it before she touches me and slam her wrist into the bed before strapping it into the cuffs on the bedpost.

She wasn't expecting that. Her face is startled, but her skin is flushed, her nipples hard.

I move to each corner of the bed, binding her wrists and ankles with the leather cuffs attached to the bed, then step back to admire the woman before me.

She's sinfully beautiful, spread out on the bed. Her legs open so I can see her slit, which glistens with wetness.

I trail my fingertips up her legs, across her thighs, and just over her mons. She bucks her hips, trying to get me to touch her. Her efforts earn her a slap on the inner thigh.

I watch her face intently. Her eyes close and her mouth falls open at the little slap. Suddenly I'm anxious to turn that little gasp into something more.

The room is full of floggers, crops, canes, and paddles, but I know exactly which one I want. I should start with a heavier-weight flogger, but something tells me she will appreciate the sting, so I grab the thinner one with fewer falls.

I start at her shoulder, dragging the falls across her body. I watch as they drape across her rounded breasts. The flush on her skin seems to move with the falls as I graze her belly, then let them slide across her cunt.

She moans as the leather touches her clit, and I choose that moment to introduce pain.

I let my wrist roll back and swing the handle forward so the flogger hits her thigh. The little sigh turns into a definite moan.

"My, my, the little newbie is a pain slut."

Gia looks at me with wicked eyes and smiles. "Yes, Mistress. Please give me more."

I look at the redness on her leg where the flogger hit and can't help but touch it. So warm and soft.

I lean in and lick her thigh. Her skin smells like coconut and vanilla.

I let the flogger graze her skin again, but this time I slide it back up until I reach her breasts, then swing back and let it hit her again.

She arches her back and moans beautifully.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I feel my own cunt throbbing as I hit her breasts again and again, one after the other. Her nipples are hard pebbles against her soft tits, and I want to moan at the sight of her.

I kiss her again, softly playing with her nipples. I know they're sensitive and any touch should be painful, but she moans into my mouth as our tongues dance together.

"Remember your safe words, little Gia," I whisper.

She nods, and I take that opportunity to let the flogger hit her cunt this time. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes close in pleasure.

Fuck, I'm glad I was the one who walked into this room.

I can feel someone watching us, but I don't mind. I like being watched--and I did leave the door open.

I let loose, twisting my wrist and letting the flogger slap Gia's cunt over and over. I'm hitting hard, but she's not screaming. She's moaning, her body tightening. I know she's getting ready to cum, but I can't have that, so I stop--and that's when she screams.

"Such a little pain slut." I reach my hands between her legs. "So fucking wet."

I let my fingers circle around her clit and watch her buck against the restraints again.

"Please, Mistress?"

I smile at her eagerness.

"Please what? You have to ask for what you want."

"Please let me cum?"

I want to drag it out. I want her crying and screaming. I want to hear the pain in her voice as I bring her close to orgasm only to stop just before her climax--but I also don't know her, and I don't want to take it too far.

I slip my fingers into her slick hole and press my thumb against her clit.

My own pussy is dripping wet. I watch Gia, committing every move, every moan, and every scream to memory for later--when I make myself cum.

She's panting like a dog in heat, getting so, so close. I bring my hand back and slap her cunt--hard--and she screams. It's a beautiful scream.

"Again, Mistress, please!"

"Since you asked so nicely..."

I slap her again, then run my fingertips over her clit.

"Again, please, Mistress!"

She's screaming, bucking like a bull, begging me to hit her again and again.

I do.

I don't hold back. I let the tips of my fingers slap her cunt and feel the sting myself.

"Are you ready, little Gia?"

"Please, please," she whimpers.

I slap her again, then forcefully shove my fingers into her hole as she shatters.

Her orgasm is glorious. I feel her pulsing around my fingers. She screams rather than moans, and I fight the urge to shove my fingers into my own cunt.

I let her ride the orgasm, pumping my fingers in and out, sliding them along her G-spot. She covers my hand in juice as she squeezes my fingers.

The orgasm seems to last forever, but she finally slumps against the bed, and I pull my fingers from her pussy. She's had most all she can take--but I want to see her beautiful mouth around me, so I slip my fingers between her lips and meet her eyes.

"Suck yourself off of me, little Gia, then I'll let you rest."

She does it beautifully, her tongue darting between my fingers, cleaning every bit of herself off me with her eyes locked on mine. Such a good little girl.

Finally, I begin to unhook the cuffs when I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye.

Jake Toller is standing there--door closed, arms crossed. My heart slams against my chest, and suddenly I'm 23 again. My eyes begin to move to the floor out of habit, but I'm no longer that naïve girl, head over heels in love. I straighten my back and stare into his eyes.

"Like what you see?" I ask.

He's angry as hell. I can see it in his face. The vein in his neck pulses as he grits his teeth. I feel satisfaction knowing that seeing me top has elicited such a visceral reaction in him.

He walks toward me, and I fight my instinct to avert my eyes and kneel for him. Never again will I let him have that power over me.

He crowds my space, smelling of spruce and bergamot. I can feel the heat of his breath as he leans into me and whispers in my ear.

"That was cute, but you just walked into the lion's den, little kitten. You better be ready to play with the big cats."

I want to lash out. The old Kit would have told him where to stick it--but that's what he wants. He wants me to lose control, to step out of line so he can be the one to put me back in it.

Instead, I move closer to him, my tits brushing his chest, the warmth of his skin passing through the layers of our clothing.

"Go ahead and underestimate me, darling. That'll be fun for one of us."

I don't let the conversation go any further. I have a first-time submissive that needs aftercare, and honestly, I don't care to give Jake Toller any more attention than I have to.