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  Prometheus in Chains 4

  Learning to Live with Her Master

  After the collaring ceremony, Jane Browne and Angus Scott go on holiday to Southern Spain, and the adjustment begins. Jane is fast regaining her confidence, and they are falling more deeply in love every day.

  All is not plain sailing, as when they return, they discover Emma has encountered some danger of her own. Jane loses her temper and challenges Master Angus and his nephews, who are Doms. To avoid losing face, Angus is forced to punish her. After seeing how much he disliked having to punish her, will Jane forgive him?

  Then Jane overhears a beautiful woman claim Angus is her love, and she flees. Will Angus lose her when this woman from his past tries to claim him? Can Jane and Angus overcome their difficulties and learn to live together at last?

  Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary

  Length: 25467 words

  LEARNING TO LIVE WITH HER MASTER

  Prometheus in Chains 4

  Clair de Lune

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  LEARNING TO LIVE WITH HER MASTER

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  LEARNING TO LIVE WITH HER MASTER

  Prometheus in Chains 4

  CLAIR DE LUNE

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Jane shivered as she awaited her spanking. She thought back to the last couple of weeks as she waited. She was very new to BDSM. She had read many erotic novels after her husband had died and had gone to Prometheus in Chains, a BDSM club, with a friend out of curiosity. On her very first visit, she had met Master Angus. Right from that first meeting, she had fallen in love with him. He had helped her to face her insecurities, and, eventually, he had asked her to wear his collar. He had made no secret of the fact that he was a Dom and expected obedience. She was happy to submit to him, but she still found it hard to bite her tongue and not give him a piece of her mind when she disagreed with him. She’d had a responsible job before she retired. People listened to her opinions. Now, as a sub, she had to be silent in the club, and speak only when she was allowed. That was hard. It was different, outside the club, with Master. He would listen to her concerns and her arguments, but he expected a respectful, measured tone of voice. She did try to comply, but sometimes forgot herself. In the bedroom, he was fully in charge, and she would have it no other way. She found the spankings disturbing. Erotic spanking had become part of their normal lovemaking, and she enjoyed that very much indeed. She knew that, if she overstepped the mark, he would punish her. She’d accepted that. What she found strange was that she enjoyed the bite of pain. She knew that this was part of BDSM, but she had never enjoyed pain so didn’t really understand her own reaction now. She sighed and abandoned the line of thought for the moment.

  Master had told her part of the ceremony would be a caning. It was the custom of the club, and he wouldn’t break it. However, it didn’t have to be public, so long as the evidence was there on her behind. They could go to a private room, and then the ceremony could take place afterward. Although there was no hard-and-fast rule in the club about this, sometimes Masters put their sub on the St Andrew’s cross and allowed all comers to deliver three swats. But he said he’d no intention of allowing anyone to touch her. She’d heaved a sigh of relief at that last. She would have done it if he required it, but it would have spoiled her enjoyment of the ceremony.

  Before she visited Prometheus in Chains, she had read that subs enjoyed a caning, but she’d never really believed that. That was in books. She realized that she might have been mistaken when she’d seen jessica, the sub who had disliked her from the first, get a caning in the club. She’d watched in fascination as the cream coated jessica’s thighs. Now here she was awaiting her own caning and her pussy was wet and would get wetter and all those waiting in the club’s main room would see that. Well, no use dwelling on what can’t be changed.

  One difficult decision had been whether to invite her granddaughter, Emma, or not. She knew Emma would press to be allowed to go, and for the life of her, Jane couldn’t hold out against her pleas. She didn’t want Emma in the club, however, and certainly had done her best to persuade her not to attend. Master Angus had refused to send Emma on a trip on that date and said Jane had to work it out herself. In the end, she’d had to accept that Emma wanted to be there for her. As Emma now worked as a designer for Curvy Woman, Master Angus’s lingerie business, Emma would be living in Sheffield for the foreseeable future, so they would see more of each other.

  They’d decided to ask Mistress Catriona to officiate, and Jane had searched online t
o find what form the sub’s vows usually took. She had asked Master, but he said they should make up their own. They had discussed what they wanted the vows to contain and had decided that the exact words would be a secret, and only on the day would each find out what the other was going to say.

  “It will be unusual,” he said, “but I can see no harm in that.”

  She had sat down with some of the ideas they’d agreed upon and had come up with words that she wanted to say to him. Then she’d had an idea and smiled to herself as she thought about it. Yes, he’d like that, she was sure.

  Chapter Two

  True to his word, Master Angus had taken Jane to a private room. She’d taken off all her clothes and stood before him naked and shivering with cold and arousal. She knew she had to do it. She could do it, but the anticipation had made it worse than it was going to be, or at least she hoped so.

  He’d asked her if she needed to be restrained, but she’d said no, and now she wondered if she’d made a mistake. She didn’t know if she’d be able to keep still and not move. Wasn’t that a bad thing if she moved? She’d be given extra strokes, she knew that from her reading, but he was coming toward her. Oh God, she hoped she could do this and felt eternally grateful he’d not let her suffer it in public.

  “Do not worry so, mo run, you will be fine,” he said, using the Gaelic words of love she’d come to treasure, and she humphed. It was all right for him to talk. He was not on the receiving end, and she heard him chuckle as he’d correctly read her.

  “Come, Jane. Let’s get this over with.”

  He bent her over the spanking bench and placed her hands on the floor. There were rings for attaching restraints, and she held on tight to them. She was determined she wouldn’t let him down if he’d just bloody get on with it! The waiting was killing her.

  He lifted the cane, and it came down with a whoosh and a crack on her bottom. At first it didn’t feel so bad, then the pain and heat struck, and she whimpered. He gave her a minute then delivered the second. Again there was a gap between the blow and the pain, but she was getting used to it. She could do this. She knew she could. By number five, she was not so sure she could. No stroke had overlapped, so the pain was well spread out, but it was hurting, even though she knew he had not laid the cane on with any more force than was necessary to leave the marks the others would be looking for. She began to feel more aroused. Her nipples pebbled and cream gathered in her pussy and began to run down her legs. Was it possible that she was enjoying this so much? The last stroke cut across all the other five, and then she did cry out and try to get up. But he was there lifting her up, carrying her over to a well-padded bench, and his arms around her felt so good. He bent her over his knee and applied salve, rubbing it in carefully, and it did help. What an odd thing this was to have to beat her then make it better like this. She wondered if she’d ever really understand, but it did feel good to get the care he was lavishing upon her. She had read about it, but reading and experiencing were very different. She supposed she’d understand eventually. He bent and kissed each cheek of her bottom, and she flushed then he inserted a couple of fingers in her pussy and caressed her.

  “It seems that you did enjoy the spanking, lassie. You are so hot and wet. I can smell your arousal. That perfume drives me mad with lust for you.”

  She felt the heat in her face and knew she was flushed. His touch always did that to her. He sat her up and she cuddled close into his chest.

  “I am sorry, mo gradh. I had no choice, and it couldn’t just be a token as they will all be looking to see if I let you off. You will have to let them see. I don’t want anyone looking at your lovely body but me, and I know how you feel about showing yourself nearly naked in public, but it will be over soon.”

  She thought about it and understood that she wouldn’t have wanted him to lose face, or his friends to think less of him, merely to spare her embarrassment. She knew that some people would use anything to make her look small, and that would reflect on him. At last it made some sort of sense. She sighed.

  He fondled her breasts then, and she felt the fresh rush of moisture to her cunt. He stood her up, took her over to the same bench, and said, “We have time if we are quick. I will not leave you aroused and needy, mo run. Then this bench will have happy memories.”

  She smiled her assent as she bent over and offered herself to him. It was quick and hard, and even though her bottom was a bit sore, she loved every minute of it. Even the sore bottom added to her arousal and pleasure. She’d read that but never really believed it, but it was true. As his thick cock sank into her, she sighed and soon was moaning as he shifted position. His cock stroked along her G-spot, driving her wild. He reached around and rubbed her clit with his fingers, pressing and stroking until she screamed as she came. Pleasure, in wave after wave, rolled over her, and her cunt muscles clenched, squeezing and milking his cock. She felt him still, then felt the heat of his release as it filled her. It had been amazing, so maybe this caning thing was not so bad, maybe she could get used to the way it made her feel.

  Shortly afterward, he cleaned them both up, kissing her tenderly, apologising for the curtailed aftercare, and promising to remedy the situation later. She had no doubt he would. In spite of his fifty-nine years, he was vigorous and made love to her long and often. She had such a lot to be thankful about.

  Chapter Three

  Master Angus took her hand and helped Jane into the short, thin robe and led her to the main room. She blushed as she knew all eyes were on her bottom, checking to see if he had done what he should. She was trying to come to terms with displaying herself like this, but it was hard amongst so many beautiful and much younger women. She held her head high. She’d face it. She was loved. This magnificent man loved her. What more did she need? What did she care what they thought of her ageing body if he thought she was beautiful? And he did. She stood taller and held her head high, and proudly she followed him. He was a dark man with heavy brows which almost met in the middle. His large eyes were deep blue, and he had the longest eyelashes she had ever seen on a man. His hair was cut short, and his eyebrows were silver gray. He had high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a hawklike nose. He was not a conventionally handsome man, but he was striking. He stood out in any crowd, and he loved her and had chosen to collar her. He was in full Highland dress for the ceremony. There were no leathers for him today. His kilt was the Black Watch tartan. He wore it with pride, and he looked good enough to eat. At that thought she giggled, and he looked at her quizzically over his shoulder.

  In her opinion, she was nothing special. Aged sixty-two, she was five nine and curvy with plump breasts, somewhat marked from the babies and no longer as firm as they had been. Her legs were not long, slim, or beautiful. She had short brown hair with highlights, and she had arthritis, which caused her many problems. He didn’t regard any of this. He called her his “little darling” and said she was beautiful. At that thought, she straightened her spine. What did it matter what anyone thought if he loved her? And he did.

  For the vows, she managed to sink to her knees, but he had to hold her and help her. She assumed the slave position and said the words she’d spent many hours refining. He’d told her he wanted her to look him in the eyes as she said her vows, and she was happy to do as he wished. She so wanted to see his expression as she said what she felt. She didn’t want to say a lot, just short and to the point. The last phrase would be the one she hoped he’d remember forever.

  “Master, I offer you my body, my soul, and my mind. I offer myself to you as your submissive and vow to serve you and obey you to the best of my poor ability. A Mhaighistir tha gaol agam ort.”

  She saw his eyes mist as he heard “Master, I love you,” in the Gaelic words she had striven to master. He replied, “I accept your offer of service and submission in all humility. Above all, I accept the precious gift of your trust in me and vow to care for you, protect you, guide you, and correct you. I will make sure that I am worthy of that trust. A Shi
ne tha gaol agam ort. Jane, I love you.”

  He placed her gold collar around her neck. He drew the key from below his shirt, locked the padlock, and returned the key to its place next to his heart. Jane was overjoyed at his words and had heard the hitch in his breath as he heard the Gaelic. It was worth all the hundreds of repetitions. Mistress Catriona had made her say it until she thought it was perfect, and it was not an easy language to speak. Master Angus held a longer and less revealing robe for her. She was thankful for that because everyone had seen her naked, or as good as naked, for long enough.

  Emma wrapped herself around her grandma as she had always done, and the comfort and love flowed both ways as it always did. Jane loved her granddaughter with all her heart and soul and was overjoyed she had settled so near to her. She couldn’t say she was pleased to see her in the club, but then it was bound to happen from time to time as that was a large part of her own life now, and she didn’t want to exclude Emma. She was not ashamed of her new life and her Master, but she didn’t want Emma to think she had to emulate her, and she knew her son wouldn’t like it if his beloved daughter became a submissive.

  Everyone gathered round for congratulations. There was good food and some drink, though the club rule of one alcoholic drink was observed, and there were soft drinks, water, and fruit juice available, so most people had the one drink to toast the couple.