Kneeling before me on the dark floor of the club was Sav, a man with a lean build and greying hair. His request was not unusual, he had witnessed the violence I love to inflict on my submissive partner and he politely asked for something similar. I don't always agree to requests like that, in fact it's rare. But there was something in his handsome face, something in the tenderness between him and his, I assume, boyfriend, something that intrigued and excited me. The boyfriend was now sitting with my sweet submissive, watching us. I like an audience.

"Are you ready?"

I reached out to grab Sav's chin, to make him look up at me, but after a second of eye contact, he averted his gaze. There was something bashful about it, and I could see it in his posture too, he was tense and excited, but not in that giddy way I see in most submissives who approach me.

I tend to attract people who have that puppy energy, joyful and silly. They hope that I will speak to them in a sweet seductive voice, coddling them as I do sadistic things to them. And perhaps that was also what Sav was looking for, but for now he was quiet. 

I slapped him in the face. "I asked you a question. Are you going to answer me?"

He shivered but kept his eyes on the floor. The way he sat there, the pain and shock visible in his body language, in the microexpressions in his face, it warmed me from the inside. After a moment, he composed himself, his jaw clenched, and he said: "No, Nath."

I smiled. He was a brat after all. "Is that 'no, I'm not ready' or does it mean 'no, I won't answer you' because that is an answer, you realise that, right?" I stepped closer to him, my leather boots touching his bare knees. He was wearing little black shorts that showed off his good-looking body, I was very pleased with the view.

He took a deep breath in and finally looked up at me. "Please hurt me, Nath. Make me submit."

I chuckled. "Make you submit?" I pushed my boot between his legs, it was not a kick, it was pressure. The leather of my boot against the bulge in his shorts. Nothing more.

He inhaled sharply, his eyes shut. His hands balled to fists and the muscles in his arms tensed. A soft grunt could be heard, even though his mouth was closed.

Perhaps that's what makes me different from most Dominants; I love it when they don't fight back. It's such an honour to see someone willingly make themselves vulnerable, to see them fight their instincts, struggling to endure.

I pressed my boot down a little more, until I saw the colour in his face change. Then I lifted my foot and kicked him in the belly. He immediately doubled over and I backed away, letting him fall to the floor.

"Get up." I said in a flat tone. "I want you on the cross." And I pointed at the leather cuffs where I wanted his wrists without giving him time to catch his breath. In turn, he scrambled up much quicker than I thought he could and placed his arms in the correct position.

"Resilient man." I said with approbation as I tightened the restraints around his wrists.

"Thank you, Nath." That bashful look on his face again.

I put my hand on his throat, I love touching a man's cleanly shaven neck. Then I stepped fully into his personal space, our bodies touching all the way from the ankles to the chest, the leather and denim of my clothes against his naked skin. And those sexy little shorts. I enjoyed the tension in his body and that urge to move away even though he couldn't.

With my lips touching his cheek, I whispered to him."I'd like you to be a little more specific than 'hurt me' so please tell me again: what do you want?" 

Sav shot a look over at his boyfriend, who nodded encouragingly. "I eh…" He stuttered and cleared his throat.

"Just start the sentence with 'I want' and keep talking. It doesn't have to be eloquent." I gave him a little kiss on the jaw.

"I want the magic pain I saw you do on Panda." He said under his breath, avoiding my eyes. "Fuck with my reality."

I looked back at my submissive and saw that giddy excitement I love, Panda was also eager to see it from a distance, for once.

"Magic pain." I chuckled as I let my hands roam over the bare skin of Sav's torso, fondling his nipples and the fuzz on his chest that tapered down to his belly button. I grazed my fingernails over his skin and watched him shudder. "Tell me, Sav. Are you a masochist?" I pinched his nipple.

He moaned. "Oh gods yes!" It made his boyfriend burst out laughing.

I kept my eyes on his bashful face as I reached down to his shorts to put my hand on the bulge. "And if I hurt you here?" I asked.

His eyes were closed but he fervently nodded his head.

"In order to make the magic work for you…" I cupped his jaw in my hand. "I need you to look me in the eye."

He inhaled sharply before opening his eyes, and I held his gaze, the gentle pressure of my hand on his face trapping him there.

With a smile, I started to speak in my most captivating voice. "I want you to focus all of your attention on me, on this moment of us together here. Your ears can easily tune out other noises elsewhere in the club. It's like there's a spotlight here on us, on the cross, and everything else out there is dark and doesn't matter. This scene is just about you and me. Take a deep breath and focus on me."

His lips parted as he listened to me, his eyes widened as he stared at me, and the tension in his body finally lessened. I stroked his face and then moved my hand to cover his eyes while I made gentle shushing noises. And after a few seconds I removed my hand again.

"Look into my eyes. Focus on me. Nothing else matters right now. This scene is just you and me, Sav."

As I repeated the cycle a few times, covering his eyes and shushing everything quiet, and making him focus on me, I observed his body language. He stood so still, as if he had forgotten that moving was an option. His eyes glazed over a little more with each cycle, and his breathing slowed. It turned me on so much…

"Now I want you to focus on something else." I moved my hand down to his shorts and firmly grabbed the bulge. He moaned and his mouth hung open. The dazed look on his face turned into something more longing, more needy.

"Is this the kind of pain you were looking for?" I dug my fingernails into the underside of the balls and squeezed them in my hand. He clenched his jaw shut in an attempt to stifle a deep, guttural grunt, and his eyes had this faraway stare, as if he couldn't actually see anything.

"So this is the pain, right here. The pain is here in my hand." I squeezed and dug my nails in to punctuate my words. "This delicious pain, it's in my hand." 

He grunted and shuddered and his mouth fell open again.

I squeezed harder. "The pain is in my hand, say it."

"...in yer hand." He breathed heavily.

"Say it!" I insisted.

"The pain is in your hand." His eyes tried for a second to focus on me, but they rolled up into his head when I dug my claws into the fabric of the shorts again.

"The pain is in my hand."

"The pain is in your hand." Tension returned to his body as he tried to stand upright. His arms shifted in the restraints but his eyes still had that faraway stare.

I made him repeat the phrase a few more times and then I suddenly let go of him. I made a fist and held it in front of his face. "Where is the pain?"

"The pain is in your hand." His eyes found the fist and then blearily looked up at my face. 

"So does this hurt?" I lifted my knee up and pressed it into his crotch.

He took a second to process what was happening. He vaguely looked down at my knee and then shook his head ever so slightly. "No, the pain is in your hand."

I kneed him in the balls for real, and his body jolted, showing me the kick connected, but he just turned his eyes back to my fist without even so much as a moan.

The buzz of power made me grin. "So what if I do this?" And I reached out with the pain hand and grabbed his left bicep. He groaned and shook, fighting the restraints, his eyes shut tightly and his face turning red.

"That's interesting," I said in a mocking tone. "I'm not even pinching you." And I let go of him. 

He breathed heavily, his mouth open, staring at my hand with fearful anticipation. In order to stall and annoy Sav, I looked back at his boyfriend and Panda. Big smiles and my little one gave me applause while the boyfriend looked more surprised. With my eyes still on them, I grinned and grabbed Sav just above the hip with the pain hand. "See? I'm not even doing anything!"

Sav howled in pain and managed to wince away out of my grip. It made his boyfriend blush. I turned my focus back to Sav, I really wanted to drink in that delicious masochism. As his eyes followed my hand apprehensively, I moved in closer so I could feel him breathe and shudder. And then I carefully and slowly put the pain hand on the middle of his chest. 

He threw his head back as he groaned, shoving the cross up against the wall with a loud thud. I kept my hand in place as I whispered in his ear. "There's nowhere to go, darling. You're just going to have endure. Breathe through it, I know you can do it."

"Please…" He panted, his voice cracked and hoarse. He made and effort to give me a pitiful look. He was begging me to stop.

So, I lifted my hand off his skin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. This is what you asked for, isn't it?" I wiggled my fingers at him. This is was possibly the first time he got a good look at the eye tattoo inside my hand.

He took a deep breath and swallowed. Then he slowly nodded at me. "Yes, Nath. You did it."

With the pain hand, I grabbed him by the forehead, covering his eyes. He whimpered and seemed to shrink in my grip. His knees gave out and I pressed my body against him to steady him on the cross.

"Keep breathing, Sav. As you breathe through it, you start to notice the soft skin of my hand. You start to realise that there is nothing painful my hand is doing to you. You start to notice the other noise and light in the club, my submissive, your boyfriend. You start to think about what just happened and how I did this. Just breathe. It's just a hand." I caressed his face, down to his neck, down to his chest and down to the bulge in his crotch. I gave it a soft pat. "No pain anywhere, it was all an illusion."

He let out a big sigh of relief and hung his head.

I gave him some space and asked: "What do you need right now?"

Without looking at me or moving, he said hoarsely: "Please hug me."

As I cuddled up close to him on the cross, his boyfriend joined in and so did Panda.

"You're so brave." The boyfriend whispered as he kissed Sav.

Panda shifted in the group hug, putting their head under my arm. And I sighed happily. A group hug is such a lovely way to end a scene.