Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago) Read Online Free PDF

of the ropes cradling her, much like the swing Master Yangchi had compared them to. Gradually she relaxed into their embrace, enjoying the feeling of the rough hemp against her skin.
    Once she was completely relaxed, Master Yangchi spoke. “Very good, Nisey.”
    She didn’t even flinch when he ran his hand over the curve of her ass and up her back, checking she assumed to make sure the rope wasn’t pinching anywhere.
    “Now, comes the next part. Keeping your hands on the floor, lift one foot by bending your knee and then lift the other.”
    Swallowing beyond her fear, she did as instructed. With her hands on the ground, she felt like she was doing a handstand. The feel of hemp encircling her ankles had panic rising.
    “Relax, you’re doing beautifully.”
    Caelan’s voice was closer than she thought. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his legs join Master Yangchi’s before his hand touched her back. “Almost there, grá. Give me your hands.”
    She obeyed without though and gave him her right one. Her moment of panic passed when Caelan took her left and gently smoothed it into place. “Hold your arms behind you.” A pause and then, “You did it. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
    When she did, he stepped back and gave a low groan. Behind her she felt not hemp but the smooth feel of leather cuffs surround her wrists.
    “Máister?” Positioned as she was, she couldn’t see him. Why did he move away?
    “Are you scared?” His voice was dark with need. Her body responded violently, her folds growing damp.
    “No, Máister.”
    She heard the jingle of his belt loosening and nearly came on the spot when he spoke again. “Good. I do believe it’s time for your reward.”

 
    Part Four: Staging for Success
     
    Dear Kalinda,
    Can a sub die from pleasure? I swear if Caelan didn’t make sure I took my vitamins and that I ate right, I’d be in a coma by now. The training is coming along much better than I hoped. My fear is slowly abating but it’s been a long haul. Master Yangchi and Máister have been harsh taskmasters, but the rewards…let me tell you they are well worth it.  I’m so glad that I had the chance to come over here despite my initial reservations.
    Speaking of which, you know who is giving me the look – you know the one that says I need to hurry my ass up so we’re not late for our appointment with the Ofuro or he’ll paddle me. I’m sure you’re familiar with punishment …but knowing you, you enjoy that. Speaking of which…you have to call Josh. Or you’re letting yourself in for a doozy of one…he managed to convince Caelan to let him pick you up from the airport when you come home…and hun, new master or not, he may just turn you over his knee for ignoring him.
     
    See you soon,
    Nisey
     
    “If you’ll please fasten your seatbelts, we’re getting ready to for takeoff.”  The stewardess’s pleasant voice filled the cabin of the plane. “Once we’re in the air and at cruising speed, you’ll be able to release them. Thank you for flying the friendly skies.”  There was a click as the microphone was hung up.
    She yawned and shifted but wasn’t surprised when Caelan’s hand slid under her seat belt – checking to make sure it was secure.
    “I buckled it, Máister.”  She moved closer to him, as close as the seats allowed.  Frustration at the arm separating her from her master, she yanked it up. His low chuckle should’ve infuriated her but instead she found herself smiling. 
    “Come here, grá .” He draped his arm over her shoulder before pulling her as close as their seat belts as would allow. Resting her head against his chest she stifled another yawn.  His hand shifted through the strands of her evoking memories of their last visit to the club, the night before…
    “…good girl. What level are you at?”  She vaguely heard her Máister through the comforting warmth of sub-space.  Floating along and with her mind at peace, she barely felt his fingers