The Secret Room Where I Learned to Obey

The day had come. Mariana was standing in front of the door of that elegant café, trying to gather the courage to take the final step. The last few weeks had been madness inside her head. BDSM had always attracted her; her best orgasms came when she watched that kind of content, alone, in the dark of her room. That desire ended up pushing her toward an exclusive forum in the scene.

Before writing to anyone, she had informed herself properly. She knew how a good Dominant should behave: no abuse, only what was consented to and agreed upon, and never let yourself be fooled. Many had written to her already, treating her like their submissive before even introducing themselves, giving her orders without any right to do so, wanting to force her to record herself «like a good obedient student». But Mariana had it clear.

I’m nobody’s property, and I’m not giving myself away.

She wanted a real experience with someone who truly knew what they were doing. To be his submissive for one day. At least, that was what she told herself at first.

One day a man wrote to her signing under the pseudonym «The Collector of Secrets». They talked for weeks, in the middle of the night, unhurried. He was different from all the others: patient, precise, capable of describing what he intended to do to her with such accuracy that it left her breathless. And at last, in a few minutes, they would meet in person.

She dressed exactly as they had agreed. A flared skirt to the knee, a blouse with a neckline low enough to let the lace of her bra show, and matching thong panties. She chose the colors herself: a silver lingerie set that cinched her breasts and created a cleavage anyone would have wanted to lose themselves in. The thong was barely a triangle of lace over her sex and a satin strip disappearing between her buttocks. She was so aroused her legs were trembling. She knew every step of the plan, but she had the faintest idea of what she was going to feel.

At last she gathered her courage and opened the door. The place smelled of roasted coffee and something exotic she couldn’t identify. She looked for the table he had indicated, and then she saw him.

He was an ordinary-looking man, with a shaved head and glasses that gave him the air of a man who has read a lot. He had a few extra kilos, but they were well distributed. Mariana knew he was somewhat older than her, though not by much. He wore a wine-colored shirt with two buttons undone, and black trousers and shoes, sober and neat.

She approached.

—Hi, Darío, I’m Lía —she said, using the false names they had agreed on.

He raised his gaze slowly, taking her in from head to toe. She felt how he undressed her with his eyes, and a thick heat settled in her belly.

—Hello, Lía. Let’s go —he replied, getting to his feet and taking her by the waist.

That simple contact left her desperate to be naked for him. They left the café and entered a small place right next door. He had warned her beforehand: he had a fitted-out space where they could carry out any fantasy without fear of being seen, heard, or interrupted.

***

The room held everything an enthusiast of the scene could dream of. Darío had taken years to leave it like this. Red and black flooded every wall, every piece of furniture, every object in the place. It was spacious. He had bought it long ago and turned it into his private paradise.

There was a St. Andrew’s cross and a spanking bench against one wall, with a neat collection of whips, paddles, and riding crops. On the opposite wall, a metal frame from which hung a harness and several ropes for shibari. On a shelf, toys of every size and shape, vibrators, clamps, lubricants with different effects. And at the back, the jewel in the crown: the bed. Two by two meters of pure pleasure and pain, surrounded by another frame from which hung straps, chains, and ropes tied everywhere.

Mariana stood openmouthed. Wherever she looked, her arousal grew to limits she had never known. Her fluids had long since soaked through the minimal fabric of her thong and were sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her nipples were so hard the bra was beginning to torture her. But wasn’t that exactly why she had come? Darío shut the door properly, put on very soft music, and adjusted the light to just the right point to go from heaven to hell in a second.

He took her hand and led her to the bed.

—For the last time: are you sure?

—Yes, I’m sure. My safewords are «yellow» to lower the intensity and «red» to stop —she said, with a firm voice though her lip was trembling.

Deep down she wished she would never have to use them.

***

Darío began to undress her. He unbuttoned her blouse very slowly, caressing every centimeter of skin that was being uncovered. When he finished with the blouse, he yanked off her skirt in a rough pull, as if it were an old rag. He went to the shelf and came back with some strips of black fabric. He lowered the straps of her bra and her breasts were left free, swollen with arousal, the nipples pink and pointed. He removed the garment and, with the fabric, wrapped her breasts, her back, and her neck, leaving them tight, upright, trapped in a tension that was beginning to brush against the pain her masochistic side was crying out for.

He took two clamps with adjustable plates from his pocket and fitted them around her nipples, tightening them to his liking.

—From now on you will address me as Master —he said—. I’m going to show you your limits of pleasure and pain until they become one and the same. Your body, now, is mine.

And Mariana had her first orgasm from those words alone.

He led her to the spanking bench and tied her down, leaving her ass lifted and exposed. The thong was dripping the remnants of that first spasm. With her legs open, it was perfectly clear how soaked she was. He slowly took off his belt and held it by the buckle.

—You’re going to count every blow and then say «thank you, Master».

—One, thank you, Master! Two, thank you, Master! Three, thank you, Master!

Her buttocks burned. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she reached ten without a single complaint. Darío untied her and stroked that skin that a few minutes earlier had been pale and was now red and marked. Mariana jolted and, even so, enjoyed the caress like never before.

***

Afterward he took her to the St. Andrew’s cross. The Master tied his student hand and foot, leaving her breasts and sex entirely at his disposal. He moved closer, squeezed her breasts until a brief cry escaped her, and with his other hand pulled away the useless scrap of thong fabric. He drove three fingers into her in one stroke, finding her exact spot on the first try. He began an energetic back-and-forth motion while licking her nipples, now bruised purple. In a few seconds, a hot jet splashed the floor, and he didn’t care: he kept going until her legs lost all strength and she hung half-fainted against the ropes.

—Aaaah!

Mariana came out of the trance. She opened her eyes and saw her Master holding a multi-tail whip. She had just received the first lash on her breasts. It was ten again. Every time the strands bit into her delicate skin, pain ran through her entire body. But so did pleasure. She wanted more. She hadn’t expected the blow that landed between her legs: it felt as if her clit had exploded and she came again, unable to believe that something painful could give her the greatest pleasure of her life.

After the ten lashes and two more orgasms, Darío untied her and took her to a chaise longue by the wall. He applied cream to every mark. She felt an immediate, cool relief that made her forget the screams and the tears.

—How do you feel, Lía? Do you want to continue?

—I feel like I’m in heaven, Master. I would stay here with you forever.

—Good. Then let’s continue.

***

He lifted her from the chaise longue and took her to the metal frame. He loosened the ropes of a swing and sat her in it, tied her hands above her head and let her legs hang, spread wide. He went to a box that he set on the floor, out of her sight. When he straightened up, he was wearing black latex gloves coated in a warming lubricant. He pushed aside the little scrap of fabric that almost no longer existed and also smeared the entrance to her sex. Mariana felt the heat entering her and her walls beginning to throb.

He again slid in three fingers with perfect aim to provoke another spasm. But he didn’t stop there. He added the little finger and began to possess her with his whole hand. Then the thumb. The entire hand entered, slowly, thanks to the lubricant and the arousal. After a while of back-and-forth motion, he left it inside and closed his fist. Mariana felt that clenched hand inside her, her body adapting to an impossible size, and she cried out in chained pleasure while he looked her in the face and smiled at seeing her writhing.

When he stopped, she was exhausted and he was soaked with sweat. He took off his shirt, confirming that those extra kilos sat very well on him. He drank water and gave some to her too. He had not imagined that Lía would be so hot or that she would have so much stamina. Now he would see whether she really was willing to do everything they had agreed upon.

—You told me you’d never had your ass fucked and that you wanted to do it with me. The time has come for your Master to show you that pleasure.

Mariana swallowed. That was what scared her the most. She had tried before and they had always hurt her too much. But she trusted him.

Darío came over with three silicone dilators of different sizes and another lubricant, this one with a cooling effect, meant for anal sex. He coated the smallest one and his right hand. First just the gel. Then one finger that he moved gently so she could get used to the intruder. And then the smallest toy, barely bigger than the finger, which made her feel pressure and a dull pain as it entered.

—Hold on —the Master told her.

She relaxed while he pushed it in and out. When it was already sliding without effort, he replaced it with the medium one. Pressure again, pain again, but this time accompanied by a gush that flooded her with pleasure.

—That’s it, I like it when you enjoy it while I open you —he murmured.

He sped up and soon moved on to the largest one, which went in with a single thrust. Mariana let out a cry at the same time as a fountain burst from her sex. The Master began to move it almost violently, drawing contractions and spasms from her without ever letting her stop coming.

—Very good, my apprentice. I can see you know how to enjoy it. Now it’s my turn.

Darío finished undressing. Between his legs there was something much bigger than the last dilator. Mariana was dying of fear, but she said nothing. He put on a condom, covered himself with lubricant, and set the tip against her. It was hard to get in despite the preparation; he was enjoying that hot, tight channel that squeezed him like crazy. Meanwhile, she bit her lips to keep from screaming, feeling him open her centimeter by centimeter.

When he finally was all the way inside, quite a while had passed. He began to move his hips slowly and she, little by little, went from fear to pleasure. He soon sped up, desperate to come after a session in which only she had orgasmed. And even so, she did it again: the instant his muscles tensed, Mariana had an orgasm that left him paralyzed and made him finish even harder, both of them screaming at once.

When he recovered, he discovered that she had fainted. He withdrew from her body carefully, cleaned her up, and arranged her comfortably for the last exercise. Mariana was slowly coming to.

—Master, I had never in my life felt so much pleasure.

—You still have one last experience left.

***

He freed her from the restraints, removed the clamps that had left her nipples a dark purple, and took her to the bed. He made her lie face down and placed a harness between her legs: a small vibrator over her clit and another fitted behind. He switched them on, tied her hands and feet, and left her completely open.

—Now you’re going to learn the torture of pleasure.

Mariana began to feel an uncontrollable bliss and to chain orgasm after orgasm without restraint. Darío leaned over the headboard, took her face in his hands, and used her without mercy until he was hard again. Then he lowered himself, put on another condom, and positioned himself between her legs. The soaked fabric was still off to one side, so he penetrated her in one stroke, all the way to the hilt. He groaned at the heat, the wetness, the contractions running through her. She could only mumble nonsense in an infinite pleasure that had her on the edge of the abyss.

The Master possessed her hard, fast, like nothing she had ever felt before. She wanted him to stop and didn’t want him to stop. It was, indeed, torture, just as he had warned her. The moment she felt he was about to finish, she lost consciousness again. Darío pulled out in time and spilled his pleasure over Mariana’s back. He collapsed beside her and watched her unconscious, at peace.

—I think we got what you were looking for —he whispered—. I wish you were mine forever.

He got up, untied her and cleaned her, put the thong away in a small display case with hooks, and lay down beside her.

They slept embraced, serene from everything they had lived through. He and she. Master and apprentice. Darío and Lía.