****** Lessons Relearned by Rage ******
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Lessons Relearned

"I feel like I am walking the edge of a knife blade. One slip and I am sliced
to ribbons. I keep thinking that maybe I would be better off going back to what
I was. A Domme." Rage sighed to Master Rock. he had become her confidant in her
learning to be submissive again. Since he had first taken her and made her
realize she was a submissive he made sure he kept her balanced.

"It sounds, to me, that you have forgotten the lessons I taught you, Rage." He
sat back in his chair and watched her.

She was pacing in front of him as she tried to work things out in her mind. She
turned to him and sighed. Slowly, she slid to her knees before him, spreading
her knees apart and arching her back. She raised her eyes and her head as her
hands slowly went to her thighs to rest. It was comforting to take this
position before him. "Maybe I have, Master. I no longer know why I try to be
submissive anymore. I am tired of all of it."

He sat watching her then stood and held his hand out to her. "Come let me teach
you again, Rage."

She took his hand slowly and stood, following him into the room. As he went to
his chair she stopped and unbutton her shorts, slowly slipping them over her
hips and thighs. Sliding them down over her long legs, she stepped out of them
and placed them on a chair. She could feel the cool air of the room as it
danced over her shaven sex and skin.

Grabbing the bottom of her shirt she pulled it off over her head and shook her
hair free. Her nipples hard from the fabric dragging over them. She moved to
the center of the room before him and kneeled. Arching her back enough that her
breasts were thrust forward and up. Her knees spread wide, the soft pink folds
of her sex open to him. Keeping her sky blue eyes on him even though she
desperately wanted to look around the room.

~*~

He had seen the confusion and worry on her face for the last few days and knew
he would have to do something to help her again. He hadn't thought that she
would be considering going back to being a Domme again. She kept having doubts
about what she was and so now he had no choice but to show her again.

He looked her over. The position she held herself in, it came so naturally to
her. She never seemed to have difficulties in kneeling to him. She was a
natural submissive, so well trained and he would make her see the truth of
herself if it took a lifetime to do it. He looked her over closely. The
delicate sweep of her jaw, the beauty of her sky blue eyes, the small featured
face. The gentle slope of her neck, so bare without the silver, gold or leather
collar he had expected her to be wearing by now. His eyes swept over her long
legs. Took in the sun kissed blond hair. She was so beautiful and such a
magnificent submissive, he could not understand why someone had not collared
her yet.

He sighed as he looked at her, drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair.
"It is a shame you have been so confused, Rage. The club is an unforgiving
place."

She nodded. "Aye, Sir, I noticed." She was trying to keep her eyes up and not
look at the floor.

He looked her over again, impressed with what he saw in her. He didn't ever
want to see her go back to that stiff heartless woman he had first laid eyes
on. "You are a magnificent submissive, Rage. I can't understand why you have
been treated this way and why you have not been collared. You need a firm hand
but also to be treated fairly."

She sighed softly and dropped her eyes. "Perhaps it is because they remember
the Domme and expect me to still be cold and withdrawn. Rage is totally
different from what she was. That and the fact that I am still trying to get
accustomed to this."

"You cannot confuse who you are with who you were, little one. Others see your
confusion as a weakness and they prey on it. You have found yourself, you are
not denying who you are anymore that is a strength." He told her as he stood
and walked around her.

~*~

Rage knelt there trying not to move. She hadn't meant to bring her worries and
fears to Him. But she could not have just ignored them either. She wanted and
needed him to be proud of her. He had made her as she was. Submissive, but
still after all the head games and the Masters who she ended up topping she
felt that she would be better off as a Domme. At least as a Domme she wouldn't
be hurt emotionally.

"I try to be who I know I am, but every time I turn around, I feel like I am on
the edge of a knife about to be cut. Not knowing where to turn or what to do."
She sighed as she looked at the floor.

He looked down at her and reached his hand out to her. She looked up at him,
feeling her heart quicken its beat. "Then let me show you the way back to where
you belong."

She looked at his hand and then up into his eyes. Finally she raised her hand
and slipped it into his. Softly she whispered, "Please show me."

Pulling her to her feet, he smiled into her eyes and ran his hands down her
body. Cupping her large breasts, gently tugging at the nipples. Tracing her
mound with his fingers. She closed her eyes feeling the fire where his fingers
touched. Then he was urging her legs apart. She spread wide, setting her feet
about shoulder width apart and stood there. He knelt down and ran his hands
over her inner thighs. Suddenly, his mouth was at her sex. She gasped as his
tongue traced her folds, slipping past them to dip into her moist heat. She
moaned and arched her back as his tongue flicked over her clit and teased it.

Her heart beat wildly as she felt his mouth the heat of his breath upon her
sex. She tried not to move as she felt his hands rubbing her legs, his mouth
licking and sucking teasing her clit. He pulled his head back and looked up at
her.

"You see your body is mine, do you remember how that feels? To be owned?" he
slide a finger up the back of her leg and circled her tiniest opening. Pushing
into it as she gasped and arched her back. "To be used like a slut for your
Master's pleasure?"

She moaned feeling his finger inside her as she looked down at him and then
closed her eyes. "No, Master, I didn't remember how it feels to be owned or to
be used for your pleasure." She was moaning and gasping as she spoke, biting
her lip.

"And how does it feel, Rage? Do you want to run away, or be consumed by me?"
Between each sentence his tongue licked over her folds tasting the flavor of
her essence and his finger probed deeper and harder into her ass. She felt her
belly clench at the intense sensations that filled her as she moaned. Her back
arching, tilting her pelvis to give him better access. She gasped and tried to
catch her breath.

"I want to be consumed, Master." she moaned. "It feels right."

Standing he let his finger continue to pump into her, he moved his other hand
to her sex and began to rub deep into the folds. His fingers brushing over her
clit, dipping into her wetness, as he claimed her mouth in a kiss letting her
taste herself upon his lips. Pulling away from her he looked into her eyes.
"Who owns you? Who holds your soul?"

"You do, Master. You own me." she cried out softly as her body arched and
pressed against him.

He stepped away from her and walked over to a wall, collecting a few objects
that were hanging there and turning back to her. He smiled as he watched her.
"Very good, Rage. You are learning what it is like to be possessed. You must
already know that I own you. I know you will always come back to me, because
this is where you belong. Your strength is your submission to me. Now kneel on
the floor."

She slid to her knees and spread the wide, feeling the air dance over her
heated moist sex. Arching her back, thrusting her breasts to him for his touch,
her hands drifted to her thighs and lay palms upwards upon them. She kept her
head and eyes high as she watched and waited. She knew his words were true. She
would come back to him time and time again. He did own her in many ways. Since
the day he had broken the switch, she had been his, to deny that would be to
deny her true self.

Hearing the gentle footsteps, she knew he moved closer to her, then felt him
behind her. His hands came around her to her breasts and she felt the sting as
the clamps closed over her nipples. Arching her back and biting her lip as she
felt him tighten them just enough that she felt the bite of the clamp and yet,
it didn't diminish her pleasure any. Slowly his hands slid down her belly and
over her mound, rubbing into her folds as she gasped and pressed against him.

She pressed against his hand even as his chest pushed against her back and bent
her over her knees. She moaned feeling the throbbing of her nipples strengthen.
Suddenly she felt something cold and hard against her tiniest opening as he
began to press it deep inside her. She struggled against him for a moment and
then felt it slide deep, gasping at the feel of it she whimpered softly.
Hearing a click she was quickly filled with angry buzzing as she gasped and
moaned. His hand never left her sex as he continued to rub her folds fingers
dipping in to lightly brush across her clit.

He kissed her neck as he pressed against her, whispering softly. She felt his
hot breath in her ear and closed her eyes moaning. "I love owning you, using
you for what I want. Using you for what you were intended. This is your place,
Rage. Kneeling. Kneeling before me." With that he grasped her clit and began to
rub it violently with his fingers.

Her back arching against him as she gasped and moaned. Her fingers digging into
her thighs as she felt the strength of his fingers on her clit. She gasped as
she felt the hard rubbing of his fingers on her clit. She knew he was right.
This was her place, kneeling before him, gasping in pleasure, writhing in pain.
His to own, his to use, she was already his.

Her hips pressed against his hand as she moaned and whimpered. She was so close
to cumming, She pressed back against him as the vibrations from her ass filled
her mind, body, and soul, with the sensations. Moaning and whimpering as her
breasts and clit throbbed. He pumped into her folds, letting the other objects
do their work, as he violently rubbed her clit. "Don't stop yourself from
cumming. That is what I want. I want you to cum."

Whether it was because of his words or because her body could not hold back any
longer, she came. Her body tensing as she pressed back against him. Her heart
racing as her nipples and clit throbbed wildly and she pressed back against
him. Her eyes closed as she gasped for air, taken to a new place within
herself. His hand continued working on her as she came. "That's it. Don't stop.
I don't want you to stop. I won't let you stop coming," he whispered into her
ear.

Her fingers dug into her thighs as she whimpered and felt another release as it
came over her in a wave. His fingers, his hand urged her to greater heights as
she moaned, and whimpered her way through another climax. "Your Master wants to
take you further, concentrate on my wants, Rage. Don't stop, ever."

She cried out as another climax shook her body. She heard his whisper and
wanted to tell him that all she wanted to do was please him, do what he wished
of her. She was his toy, his slut, his bitch. She'd be anything, do anything as
long as it pleased him. His fingers continued their torment as the vibe in her
ass continued to buzz to angrily. She screamed with her next climax, her sex so
sensitized to his touch.

"Yes, rage. Keep going, I will tell you when to stop." Placing a ribbed
vibrator against her sex he slid it into her. "I want you to rub yourself with
the vibrator. Make yourself cum." he moved around to sit in front of her and
watched as she whimpered.

Slowly she moved her hand up her thigh to the vibe resting between her thighs.
Whimpering with each thrust as her fingers turned it on accidentally. She
gasped as it thrust in deep. Her body filled with the buzzing of her sex. She
continued to cum, exploding with the thrusting and when she pulled the vibe
free of her body she almost screamed when she set it on her clit. Whimpering
and panting her breath almost gone in the agonizing pleasure. She teased her
clit with the vibrator. finally whimpering, "please Master please....."

"Go on," he told her. "You know what you wanted... ask your Master. Let your
Master take you higher as he wants you to."

Screaming as another climax seemed to rip her apart. She cried out. "Master,
make me yours. Use your slut. Your whore. Show her how to serve you the best."

He smiled and reached over to caress her cheek as she came again, her trembling
body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "That is it, rage. you understand now,
you should never doubt your place as a submissive, or ever need to rescind on
it. You have learned that lesson well, little one. I am pleased." Gripping her
sex in his hand he thrust two fingers deep inside her and thrust them in and
out, claiming another climax for himself before she collapsed before him.

"Yes, my slut, you learned it well." He smiled as he stood and went to his
chair. Wondering what new torment to inflict on her.