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                                Chapter Twenty-Nine: Lessons in Pain

Caleb was rather pleased for the next few months; his training with Demeter had started and yes he felt like a better man for it, he was getting closer and closer to his twenty-fourth birthday and like she said Dr Crane had helped him come to terms with his mother blaming him, along with these accomplishments he had opened a photo studio that specialized in fetish shots.  Not the crass pornographic ones you could find on any website; no he preferred to do ones where the nudity was implied rather than in your face.  That business had boomed him the Den because there were a lot of girls who were looking for an easy way out of Scindo and paying a photographer to take some shots of you was better than being a hooker, or a stripper.

Not everything was perfect though; while everything seemed to be going ok with Demeter he was also having a hard time learning that it was not the Master's job to please the pet but the other way around.  One day when he came home from a rather interesting shoot he found a note on his door that said:

Dress in leather, drive your car to the club check into dungeon 24 and wait.  I will be there promptly; do not be late.
Love,
Your Mistress

Curious as to what was going on he hurried to change into the leather pants and a black shirt, he had no doubt that it wasn't the shirt she was worried about as much as the pants, he had a feeling that this was going to be a rather intense session as things went, but he wondered why the hell she wanted him at Erotic Nightshade. As he got in his car he had reviewed everything that had happened over the past few days in his head, wondering if he did anything wrong.  Coming up with nothing he was frustrated by the time he parked in the parking lot; he walked up handing the bouncer his ID and walk directly toward the dungeons; Erotic Nightshade had grown exponentially since the last time he had really remembered being inside the club, this was about five o clock so you had a few leather classes going on and some regulars were at the bar even Sage was behind it despite the fact that she hadn't legally worked there for a few months; something about a falling out that Caleb couldn't remember.  She tried to motion him over but he rebuffed her motioning toward the dungeons as he walked.  The two or three that the club had the last time he punished Ophelia here had grown into forty-two with different toys in all of them.  There was one though that didn't supply toys but encouraged you to bring your own; this was Cell 24, named so because of the fact that like a prison you had had to rang into it.  He had been there maybe twice with Demeter on occasions that they had a play partner with them.

As he approached he noticed that it was Spike at the console he nodded to him and said "24"
Spike smiled, ah so you're who Mistress Demeter is waiting on…..I don't envy you my friend it seems she expected you earlier"

He looked at his watch; he shouldn't be late she knew he was getting out at three it was only three-thirty.  Had she expected him to be dressed during the photo shoot like he was dressed now? A lot of questions went through his head as he walked to the door of twenty-four, it opened and he was met by a hand on the back of his hair

"What took you so long pet, I told you to be prompt"

"I-I-I had a photoshoot remember?"

"Ah yes I'm sorry still" she pulled his hair harder, "I have a lesson to teach you, one you have yet to learn properly.  So I enlisted the help of a friend who knows how to take care of dominants like you"

She pushed him down on his knees in a bowed position; he looked up and the woman in front of him was a true succubus in human form; her honey blonde hair cascaded over a curvaceous body, and pale blue eyes bored into his.  Her tall frame meant her curves were perfectly proportioned; his eyes focused on the branches of a tree creeping up her left breast and up the side of her neck, the trunk leading down to something below the neckline of her corset. The corset was deep red satin, and outlined her hourglass figure fantastically. It was complimented a matching flowing skirt and the whole outfit was offset by what he presumed was knee-high boots, each with a solid steel four-inch stiletto heel. He breathed deeply and could already feel his heart pounding in his chest along with something in his pants "You"

She smiled a brilliant smile against her fair skin, "Yes me, strange meeting me here isn't it"

Demeter giggled "Oh I forgot you two already know each other well then I'll just say the names Becca, Caleb, Caleb, Becca"

He wanted to run, he knew if he was left along with this woman he wouldn't be able to walk right when he left; but in the interest of learning he stayed as still as he could.

"Demeter take off his shirt for me will you?" she said with a lit of an English accent

"Yes ma'am", she said with a wicked smile playing on her lips

Caleb spoke up, "Wait what have I done wrong?"

"You mean besides be a dense Neanderthal of a master?" Becca responded

"Becca be nice at least he submitted to be trained, Caleb you pleasured one of the slaves that we punished a few weeks ago.  You still haven't learned that the pet is the one to receive the pleasure; it is the master. The pet's job is to bring honor and pleasure to the master, not the other way around." Demeter let go of him and stepped back, "So, I decided that it should be Becca to teach you this, not me as she has had better experience with hard cases"

Caleb looked at Becca, her pale blue eyes were boring into him, "Up" she said with no indication of him being pet or slave.  Caleb obeyed quickly and quietly his will shaken because of her ferocity, "Demeter, suspension bar please"

By the way she was talking he felt that they were on equal footing, or had known each other for years; this assumption was concreted by Demeter's quick and quiet work putting him in the suspension bar.  She moved out of the way just in time for him to see the first glimpses of her back and the demonic wings she had on her back.  Caleb just had time to admire it when he heard her click open a case that he hadn't seen when he came in.

The case held in it a twin lash whip; it was basically a three foot bullwhip except it split in the last eighteen inches, into two lashes.  It was made of skillfully braided garment leather, and was deliciously usable for impact play, Caleb had used one on Ophelia at least twice in the relationship when she was behaving.  She let the lashes hit the ground with a sound as her heels clicked coming toward him; Caleb couldn't help it he visibly shivered as she did.  Something about Becca's composure told him that she had dealt with someone like him before, and that this someone wasn't tied up, she cracked the whip in the air and he visibly shook.  The chains on the suspension bar shuddered with him, he tried to look at Demeter with pleading eyes, tell her to take over from this woman, when the whip cracked his back in a way that was not pleasant.

"You will learn that if you are to be a master you are not to worry about your slave's pleasure, yes they will receive pleasure but that pleasure comes from pleasing you not vice versa.   Do you hear me Caleb"

He tried to answer but was met with another crack of the whip in spite of the unpleasant sensation his hard on stayed completely erect, it pressed against his pants in an uncomfortable unyielding fashion.  As she continued her lecture

"Sure you can bring them to the edge of pleasure, and stop as a punishment, but you never fulfill that pleasure, never let them realize how easy it is to get under your skin"

He tried to nod as the whip cracked his back again he let out a hiss of pain as Demeter watched his eyes for signs of yielding then suddenly the suspension bar was lowered and he sat on his knees with his arms still held up, Becca walked around him and grabbed his hair, while being handed something, "You see I receive pleasure from your pain and pleasure Pet, I am the closest thing you will ever come to meeting with the name Succubus"

"Those don't exi---" he tried to protest as he felt the pain of small needles on his back.  He knew what it was "Vampire glove" he gritted out

There was the sound of a smile on Becca's lips, "The pet knows his toys even without seeing them"

"He uses them on a regular basis, Miss" Demeter said

"Yes well, I'm sure he doesn't use them all, or all that we can use for that matter"
His hands were let go from the suspension bar and he let out a sigh of relief trying to let his arms recuperate but not in enough time, he was pinned on his back but not by the dominating woman's hands but more her boots, she had taken off the skirt to reveal fishnets within the thigh high boots with a garter belt and a pair of French lace underwear to which Caleb moaned, and she laughed at this.

"You know you will never get mine pet" she purred "Oh I know about your panty fetish, Demeter has told me almost everything about you, we talk quite often, I know about your training, about your feeble attempt at mastering a pet that shouldn't have even been considered let alone made it to your 'second' level of trust. You had Demeter here and you chose that whore?"

"Becca…" Demeter tried to intervene but Caleb was the one that spoke up

"She's right Mistress", he admitted trust me I know she is.  I should've never even fathomed training her, when you first offered to train me I should have let the girl go but I didn't"
He sighed looking up at her, and couldn't help but hope to have to please both of them; alas he knew this was not to be, they knew without a doubt denying him the release was punishment to him.  But it also taught him valuable things.  Things he couldn't ask for through just a talk or demonstration; no he had to learn through show of force that one could not willingly please a pet.

"I think he's learned his lesson Demeter, but I would suggest not letting him pleasure himself tonight just to reinforce the lesson.  I can see he doesn't like the idea"

She was right, while able to give commands on orgasm control he didn't like the idea of orgasm control for himself.  When he was with Angela, the one other dominant he had in his life he had often cheated and gave himself self pleasure but as he learned, Angela was nowhere near as effective a mistress as Demeter, or even Becca.  So he knew he was in for a rather long night with Demeter in control.

Becca left before them, and Demeter took to her job of making sure he had no lasting injuries, as she talked to him

"Have you learned what you need to?"

"I…I honestly hope I have mistress.  I know that I shouldn't please them but it goes against my nature, part of me always wants to please people.  This is why I told you from the beginning that I shouldn't be a Master"

"I don't think you have that right pet.  I think you shouldn't be sole master to a pet."

"What do you mean ma'am?"

"I think you need to find a pet that would be willing to be shared, by two dominants one of which also happens to be submitting to the other"

He thought about that for a while and she had a point there.  Maybe he couldn't handle being a master when it was all his responsibility, after all Demeter had said he showed a lot of promise, but this lesson showed that he hadn't shown enough restraint; maybe he was only meant to be a partner that shared the responsibility and not just the one dominant.  He would be willing to share that with Demeter, then again he'd be willing to share all his life with his mistress.

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                                Chapter Twenty-Nine: Lessons in Pain

Caleb was rather pleased for the next few months; his training with Demeter had started and yes he felt like a better man for it, he was getting closer and closer to his twenty-fourth birthday and like she said Dr Crane had helped him come to terms with his mother blaming him, along with these accomplishments he had opened a photo studio that specialized in fetish shots.  Not the crass pornographic ones you could find on any website; no he preferred to do ones where the nudity was implied rather than in your face.  That business had boomed him the Den because there were a lot of girls who were looking for an easy way out of Scindo and paying a photographer to take some shots of you was better than being a hooker, or a stripper.

Not everything was perfect though; while everything seemed to be going ok with Demeter he was also having a hard time learning that it was not the Master's job to please the pet but the other way around.  One day when he came home from a rather interesting shoot he found a note on his door that said:

Dress in leather, drive your car to the club check into dungeon 24 and wait.  I will be there promptly; do not be late.
Love,
Your Mistress

Curious as to what was going on he hurried to change into the leather pants and a black shirt, he had no doubt that it wasn't the shirt she was worried about as much as the pants, he had a feeling that this was going to be a rather intense session as things went, but he wondered why the hell she wanted him at Erotic Nightshade. As he got in his car he had reviewed everything that had happened over the past few days in his head, wondering if he did anything wrong.  Coming up with nothing he was frustrated by the time he parked in the parking lot; he walked up handing the bouncer his ID and walk directly toward the dungeons; Erotic Nightshade had grown exponentially since the last time he had really remembered being inside the club, this was about five o clock so you had a few leather classes going on and some regulars were at the bar even Sage was behind it despite the fact that she hadn't legally worked there for a few months; something about a falling out that Caleb couldn't remember.  She tried to motion him over but he rebuffed her motioning toward the dungeons as he walked.  The two or three that the club had the last time he punished Ophelia here had grown into forty-two with different toys in all of them.  There was one though that didn't supply toys but encouraged you to bring your own; this was Cell 24, named so because of the fact that like a prison you had had to rang into it.  He had been there maybe twice with Demeter on occasions that they had a play partner with them.

As he approached he noticed that it was Spike at the console he nodded to him and said "24"
Spike smiled, ah so you're who Mistress Demeter is waiting on…..I don't envy you my friend it seems she expected you earlier"

He looked at his watch; he shouldn't be late she knew he was getting out at three it was only three-thirty.  Had she expected him to be dressed during the photo shoot like he was dressed now? A lot of questions went through his head as he walked to the door of twenty-four, it opened and he was met by a hand on the back of his hair

"What took you so long pet, I told you to be prompt"

"I-I-I had a photoshoot remember?"

"Ah yes I'm sorry still" she pulled his hair harder, "I have a lesson to teach you, one you have yet to learn properly.  So I enlisted the help of a friend who knows how to take care of dominants like you"

She pushed him down on his knees in a bowed position; he looked up and the woman in front of him was a true succubus in human form; her honey blonde hair cascaded over a curvaceous body, and pale blue eyes bored into his.  Her tall frame meant her curves were perfectly proportioned; his eyes focused on the branches of a tree creeping up her left breast and up the side of her neck, the trunk leading down to something below the neckline of her corset. The corset was deep red satin, and outlined her hourglass figure fantastically. It was complimented a matching flowing skirt and the whole outfit was offset by what he presumed was knee-high boots, each with a solid steel four-inch stiletto heel. He breathed deeply and could already feel his heart pounding in his chest along with something in his pants "You"

She smiled a brilliant smile against her fair skin, "Yes me, strange meeting me here isn't it"

Demeter giggled "Oh I forgot you two already know each other well then I'll just say the names Becca, Caleb, Caleb, Becca"

He wanted to run, he knew if he was left along with this woman he wouldn't be able to walk right when he left; but in the interest of learning he stayed as still as he could.

"Demeter take off his shirt for me will you?" she said with a lit of an English accent

"Yes ma'am", she said with a wicked smile playing on her lips

Caleb spoke up, "Wait what have I done wrong?"

"You mean besides be a dense Neanderthal of a master?" Becca responded

"Becca be nice at least he submitted to be trained, Caleb you pleasured one of the slaves that we punished a few weeks ago.  You still haven't learned that the pet is the one to receive the pleasure; it is the master. The pet's job is to bring honor and pleasure to the master, not the other way around." Demeter let go of him and stepped back, "So, I decided that it should be Becca to teach you this, not me as she has had better experience with hard cases"

Caleb looked at Becca, her pale blue eyes were boring into him, "Up" she said with no indication of him being pet or slave.  Caleb obeyed quickly and quietly his will shaken because of her ferocity, "Demeter, suspension bar please"

By the way she was talking he felt that they were on equal footing, or had known each other for years; this assumption was concreted by Demeter's quick and quiet work putting him in the suspension bar.  She moved out of the way just in time for him to see the first glimpses of her back and the demonic wings she had on her back.  Caleb just had time to admire it when he heard her click open a case that he hadn't seen when he came in.

The case held in it a twin lash whip; it was basically a three foot bullwhip except it split in the last eighteen inches, into two lashes.  It was made of skillfully braided garment leather, and was deliciously usable for impact play, Caleb had used one on Ophelia at least twice in the relationship when she was behaving.  She let the lashes hit the ground with a sound as her heels clicked coming toward him; Caleb couldn't help it he visibly shivered as she did.  Something about Becca's composure told him that she had dealt with someone like him before, and that this someone wasn't tied up, she cracked the whip in the air and he visibly shook.  The chains on the suspension bar shuddered with him, he tried to look at Demeter with pleading eyes, tell her to take over from this woman, when the whip cracked his back in a way that was not pleasant.

"You will learn that if you are to be a master you are not to worry about your slave's pleasure, yes they will receive pleasure but that pleasure comes from pleasing you not vice versa.   Do you hear me Caleb"

He tried to answer but was met with another crack of the whip in spite of the unpleasant sensation his hard on stayed completely erect, it pressed against his pants in an uncomfortable unyielding fashion.  As she continued her lecture

"Sure you can bring them to the edge of pleasure, and stop as a punishment, but you never fulfill that pleasure, never let them realize how easy it is to get under your skin"

He tried to nod as the whip cracked his back again he let out a hiss of pain as Demeter watched his eyes for signs of yielding then suddenly the suspension bar was lowered and he sat on his knees with his arms still held up, Becca walked around him and grabbed his hair, while being handed something, "You see I receive pleasure from your pain and pleasure Pet, I am the closest thing you will ever come to meeting with the name Succubus"

"Those don't exi---" he tried to protest as he felt the pain of small needles on his back.  He knew what it was "Vampire glove" he gritted out

There was the sound of a smile on Becca's lips, "The pet knows his toys even without seeing them"

"He uses them on a regular basis, Miss" Demeter said

"Yes well, I'm sure he doesn't use them all, or all that we can use for that matter"
His hands were let go from the suspension bar and he let out a sigh of relief trying to let his arms recuperate but not in enough time, he was pinned on his back but not by the dominating woman's hands but more her boots, she had taken off the skirt to reveal fishnets within the thigh high boots with a garter belt and a pair of French lace underwear to which Caleb moaned, and she laughed at this.

"You know you will never get mine pet" she purred "Oh I know about your panty fetish, Demeter has told me almost everything about you, we talk quite often, I know about your training, about your feeble attempt at mastering a pet that shouldn't have even been considered let alone made it to your 'second' level of trust. You had Demeter here and you chose that whore?"

"Becca…" Demeter tried to intervene but Caleb was the one that spoke up

"She's right Mistress", he admitted trust me I know she is.  I should've never even fathomed training her, when you first offered to train me I should have let the girl go but I didn't"
He sighed looking up at her, and couldn't help but hope to have to please both of them; alas he knew this was not to be, they knew without a doubt denying him the release was punishment to him.  But it also taught him valuable things.  Things he couldn't ask for through just a talk or demonstration; no he had to learn through show of force that one could not willingly please a pet.

"I think he's learned his lesson Demeter, but I would suggest not letting him pleasure himself tonight just to reinforce the lesson.  I can see he doesn't like the idea"

She was right, while able to give commands on orgasm control he didn't like the idea of orgasm control for himself.  When he was with Angela, the one other dominant he had in his life he had often cheated and gave himself self pleasure but as he learned, Angela was nowhere near as effective a mistress as Demeter, or even Becca.  So he knew he was in for a rather long night with Demeter in control.

Becca left before them, and Demeter took to her job of making sure he had no lasting injuries, as she talked to him

"Have you learned what you need to?"

"I…I honestly hope I have mistress.  I know that I shouldn't please them but it goes against my nature, part of me always wants to please people.  This is why I told you from the beginning that I shouldn't be a Master"

"I don't think you have that right pet.  I think you shouldn't be sole master to a pet."

"What do you mean ma'am?"

"I think you need to find a pet that would be willing to be shared, by two dominants one of which also happens to be submitting to the other"

He thought about that for a while and she had a point there.  Maybe he couldn't handle being a master when it was all his responsibility, after all Demeter had said he showed a lot of promise, but this lesson showed that he hadn't shown enough restraint; maybe he was only meant to be a partner that shared the responsibility and not just the one dominant.  He would be willing to share that with Demeter, then again he'd be willing to share all his life with his mistress.