Bondage Ranch 7: An Expert in Domination

Sindra van Yssel

Sophia comes to Bondage Ranch to get naked and dance around the bonfire, and maybe hook up with a guy. She wants a weekend of sensual fun before going back to her life as a single mom. What happens at Bondage Ranch, stays at Bonda...
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Sophia comes to Bondage Ranch to get naked and dance around the bonfire, and maybe hook up with a guy. She wants a weekend of sensual fun before going back to her life as a single mom. What happens at Bondage Ranch, stays at Bondage Ranch, right?

But then she meets Colby Brock. Colby’s not the dance around the bonfire type. He’s a minor celebrity, an expert at BDSM and author of multiple books on the subject. Sophia never thought leather and whips and the like were for her, but she ends up being volunteered to be Colby’s demo bottom, and then he invites her to explore further. Soon, she finds Colby’s dominance addictive, and she’s torn between wanting more, and wanting to stop before she gets hooked.

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    An Expert in Domination (Bondage Ranch, #7)
Excerpt
“As some of you know, Colby Brock is here from California to show us a few things. My wife, Alex, was going to be Colby’s demo bottom for today’s impact play demonstration, but she was injured setting up the stage. I’ve asked a few of our more experienced submissives if they’d like to fill in, but I haven’t found anyone yet. So I’m looking for a volunteer. This is a scene that might leave some marks, and there’s definitely some pain involved, but Colby is very skillful with his tools. There might not be a safer person in the whole country to do this kind of play with. Anyone? Man or woman, doesn’t matter.”

Colby stepped forward and scanned the crowd like a wolf deciding which sheep to eat. It made Sophia shiver. She looked around, curious as to what brave soul was going to volunteer, when she felt Remy’s hand pushing on her elbow. The next thing she knew, her hand was in the air and Colby was staring straight at her.

“Ginger, maybe you’d—” Dylan began, looking over at a redhead who had put her hand up.

Colby stepped in front of Dylan and pointed straight at Sophia. “That one,” he said.

“I didn’t—” Sophia started and turned to glare at Remy for pushing her hand up. Dylan, meanwhile, stood back and shrugged at Colby. He said something quiet to him. Maybe it was warning Colby off the newbie.

“You looked out of place with all those clothes on,” Remy said softly. “And hey. New things.”

“Unless,” Colby said, “you don’t want to.”

Unless you’re afraid. That might not have been what he said or meant, but that was what it came down to, wasn’t it? Sophia was afraid. But she was even more scared of admitting her fear in public. Remy gave her a gentle push. She took the next step forward on her own. People made way for her. By the time she got to the stage, she bounded up the steps with a jaunty, carefree attitude as if the single tail were ice cream and she could hardly wait. Colby coiled the whip while she mounted the stage.

I think I’ve got them fooled.

Colby had an amused look on his face.

I’m not sure I have him fooled. But why did he want me?

Colby stuck out his hand. “Hi. I’m Colby. What’s your name, beautiful?” It was odd hearing him directly and hearing him from the speakers at the same time. She spotted a little lapel microphone on his vest.

“Sophia.” She shook his hand. He had a good firm grip. Did he practice that like he obviously practiced his whip?

“Good to meet you, Sophia. Have you ever been struck by a single tail before?” He handed her the coiled whip, and she took it from his hand, not sure what she was supposed to do with it. Surely he wasn’t expecting her to swing it.

“No.”

“Cane?”

“No.”

“Riding crop?”

“Never.”

“Flogger?”

She shook her head. Was he going to shoo her off the stage? It would be a welcome relief in a way, although her curiosity would go unsatisfied. At times, she had enjoyed pain with sex. She liked the energy of her lover scraping their nails across her back or even striking her with an object. She saw it as the natural human desire to fight, and struggle turned into lovemaking. But she didn’t get off on pain as much as the ferocity and the energy that could cause it. And pain without sex? She wasn’t sure she saw the point.

“Any objection to stripping down for this?”

“No.” So much for a reprieve. She had no desire to be naked in front of everyone, but as a matter of principle, she refused to be ashamed of her body.

“Good. Take your shirt off. Your bra too, if you’re comfortable.” Colby turned and looked around at everyone. “So we’re going to veer off into some different territory today. Because I’m not just going to demonstrate the use of some toys. I’m also going to teach Sophia a few things about how to process pain. Maybe she already knows. Some people come to it naturally without even realizing what they are doing. But since she hasn’t done much heavy pain play, she’ll be good for demonstrating this.”

Sophia lifted her top, and then glanced around. She was used to being naked outside, among other naked people. Today, though, most people were wearing at least some clothing, and inside in front of an audience was a different thing. People came to see Colby, but they’d be looking at her. She had a few extra pounds she wasn’t happy with. Ginger would have been a better choice. Had Colby picked her because he’d detected her inexperience somehow? She’d had lovers who’d bit or scratched. By comparison, the whip seemed cold, distant, and impersonal. Even a cane or a flogger allowed the top to be close enough to touch the bottom, but the single tail forced the wielder far away from his target. The presence of the long whip in his hand made her nervous.

Why had Remy put her hand up? She glared over at him. He grinned back at her. She decided to ignore him.

She folded the top neatly and placed it in a chair. There were plenty of people wearing less than she was. She took a deep breath and unstrapped her bra as well. I will not be ashamed. But she crossed her arms over her chest nonetheless. Naked when other people are naked is different from standing in the middle of the room and being the center of attention. She looked around. There were women wearing nothing, and at least one guy naked too. She decided to focus on them and ignore the rest of the audience. Colby kept talking. He had a nice, smooth voice, and even though she wasn’t really focused on what he was saying, it was relaxing to listen to him.

He put the single tail on a small table that shared the stage with them and picked up a flogger from his toy bag. Sophia leaned to the side to get a better view. There were floggers, she could tell, of various colors, and canes and a black riding crop. Maybe other stuff too, but she could see all that clearly.

“Most bottoms,” said Colby, “can take more pain if you give them a warm-up. And yeah, I know that most of you know this already. The point is Sophia isn’t an expert up here, and she needs some extra help. So I’m going to warm her back up while I talk about some heavier techniques.” He gave her a swat on her bottom and pointed to a wooden post near the center of the stage. “Go hug that, Sophia, like it’s your best friend. Something to hold on to will help.”

The swat stung but didn’t really hurt. Maybe I should make Remy hold me, thought Sophia. But she was pissed at him, so no. She went over and wrapped her arms around the pole, feeling silly.

Colby started talking about the technique of swinging a flogger, and Sophia zoned out. She had no intention of ever swinging anything at anyone. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the pole. Behind her, she could hear the swish of the flogger going through the air. Then she could feel the wind it created. It was getting closer. She snapped out of her reverie and tensed.

“No,” said Colby. “Rule number one: don’t tense up.”

She looked back. “Are you going to hit me with it?”

“Yes.”

“Then of course I’m tense!”

She heard a gasp from someone in the audience. Maybe one didn’t talk back to Colby Brock that way, but she’d never held her tongue for anybody. Still, she didn’t want to anger someone with a whip in his hand. Or a flogger. Whatever.

His lips slowly curled into a smiled. “Perfect,” he said. He glanced back to the audience. “She’s right, isn’t she? That’s a perfectly natural reaction. The problem is it’s a natural reaction that doesn’t help, because tense muscles hurt more when they get hit. Soft muscles squish and absorb. As does padding, which is why I like playing with a girl with a little meat on her.”

Oh, so that’s why he didn’t choose Ginger. Thanks a lot.

“So, Sophia, since tensing is indeed natural, I’m going to ask you to do something else natural. Breathe.”

“I think I’m breathing,” she said. Now that was smart-alecky, pure and simple. She had an idea what he meant. She’d taken enough meditation classes and done enough yoga. He meant breathe intentionally. Think about it.

“Breathe in,” he said. She did. “Breathe out. In. Out. Good. Keep that rhythm. Concentrate on that; focus on it. And yes, I’m going to hit you. But keep doing it anyway.”

She breathed. A couple dozen leather tails flew against her back, more a caress than a blow. Was it the breathing that caused that? She looked behind her and saw that he was swinging the flogger with only a fraction of his strength. He had said something about warming her up. She relaxed. She could take this. She didn’t need any special breathing techniques. It was even pleasurable, although she wouldn’t admit it to Remy. She was still pissed at him.

“Sophia,” Colby said sharply, “keep paying attention to your breath. Your mind has wandered.”

He was right. She breathed. He kept up a rhythm thudding against her back and started talking to the crowd again. “This is one way to use breath to help process pain, and it works pretty well, but in part it works because it moves the bottom’s focus away from the pain itself. Now, if the top gets off on just swinging a flogger, that’s one thing. I sometimes tell people who think I’m all about pain that I’m a sensuous player. The feel of the whip handle, the cool metal of clamps. Sensuous, right?”

People laughed.

“Well, it is sensuous on my end. But if it was really all about that, I wouldn’t need to play with another person. I could just happily caress my floggers at home. So there’s something else going on, which is that I enjoy the effect I’m having on my bottom. So if the way my bottom is processing what I’m doing to her is to ignore it or to feel it less, that defeats the purpose. It’s a good thing for a bottom to have in his or her toolkit, when things get too difficult to process any other way, but it’s not really the point of the exercise.”

What a nice way to say you’re a sadist.

“So, what I want you to do now, Sophia, is to continue to breathe, but rather than focusing on your breath, focus on the sensations you’re experiencing. Focus on the way the flogger tails feel on your back. And while I want you to breathe in and out the whole time, I want you to gather the image of each touch of the flogger building on the last, each time you inhale, and when you finally feel you’ve absorbed as much as you can, imagine yourself exhaling it all out. Can you do that for me?”

Sophia nodded. Colby had the kind of voice that made her want to please him, but what he was saying made some sense to her too. He might be a sadist, but he’d obviously thought a lot about what the people he played with were experiencing. Had he ever been on the other end of the whip?

“Good girl. Here we go.”

He built up intensity, and while he kept talking, it wasn’t to her. He was speaking to the tops now, describing the different ways to swing the flogger efficiently. She didn’t really pay much attention to what he said, although it seemed as much about saving wear and tear on the top’s muscles as it was about maximum force.

The flogger thudded hard against her back, and she decided it was time. She exhaled, but it wasn’t quiet. She told herself she hadn’t screamed. It wasn’t that the last blow had been so hard, although it had been the hardest, but that everything had built up, just like Colby had said.

“This is energy work,” Colby said to her. “Energy building up, energy releasing. That was lovely. You held all that within you and let it go. How’d it feel, letting it go?”

It felt good, she realized. It was more than just that it felt good to have the building-up stop, although that was part of it. It was like a weight off her shoulders. She didn’t know how to describe it, though. “Good. I think.”

Colby smiled. “Does that make you a masochist?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“You’re right. There are people who just enjoy the pain, but they are the minority. Well, in most crowds.” He grinned. “Maybe not this one. But most people enjoy the release. They can learn to enjoy the energy. And that’s what this is about. We did it with breathing, but there are other ways, although I think it’s important to maintain even breathing through a scene regardless. Some bottoms wiggle the whole time, and that’s how they are letting off the energy.”

“Like dancing,” said Sophia, although she wasn’t sure she was supposed to talk. She wiggled against the post. She didn’t know if he intended to demonstrate, but she was interested if he did.

“Yes, like dancing. Any bottoms here like to do that?”

A few people in the audience raised their hands.

“It can be sexy to watch. I get that.” He stepped back. “Actually, rather enjoying watching Sophia right now myself.”

Sophia blushed, suddenly aware of all the attention, but especially Colby’s. She wondered whether Remy was getting jealous. She kind of hoped he was. It would serve him right.

“But I want to suggest another approach. Try staying still, and then releasing that energy all at once when you need to. Don’t spend that energy as you get it, but save it up and spend it all at once. When you do, it will be more intense. And if you need to move, visualize that you’re moving not to release the sensations but to capture them, as if some of the pain is just to the left of you and one good move of the hip will get it and keep it contained. Try it, and I think you’ll get more out of your scenes.” He turned back to Sophia. “Do you think you can stay still, Sophia?”

“I can try.”

“Okay, let’s do this. And this time, rather than letting it go when you’re ready, if you can, hold on to it until I say to let it go.”

He flogged her in silence. She turned away and couldn’t see his face, but it felt different. The fact that he wasn’t lecturing made her feel like he was focusing his energy on her. Or maybe he’s just whacking me harder. But it all felt more spiritual than she’d expected.

And it felt something else too. There was a pleasant tension in her core. And moisture between her thighs. I am so turned on. Pain doesn’t turn me on. I’m not a masochist. What’s going on?

She visualized not only holding the pain but pushing it around her body. Into her breasts. Into her belly. All the way to her pussy.

“Now, Sophia.” He accentuated the word with a hard thud against her back that almost knocked the wind out of her. She grabbed the post hard and shook it. She moaned. The release that flowed through her body was almost like an orgasm, although it left a tension behind that still needed to be satisfied. Oh, I’d love to be made to come right now. But still, it felt good.

Colby leaned over to her and touched her shoulder, just above where it stung most. This time, he muted the microphone. “You have fantastic energy. Did you know that?”

She shook her head, not sure what to say. What did he know about energy? Yet he had taught her something. She imagined it flowing back and forth between them.

He caressed her, running his hand all over her back. Her back was so warm, and his touch was cool. She closed her eyes and relaxed into it, feeling softer inside. And when his hand moved, it felt so soothing. It did nothing to ease the ache in her hard nipples, and she found herself wishing he would put his arm around her and play with her breasts.

She had imagined herself as a cat before, and a wolf. Reached deep inside her to peel away the effects of civilization and find the animal inside. But now she felt like water, flowing, even as she was hyperaware of the details of her own human body.

And he had gotten her there. Even though he left her erogenous zones alone, his touch felt too intimate for the public space. She craved more. She was floating. Maybe I’m not water. Maybe I’m air. Or water vapor.

“Just a moment,” he said.

He backed away, and she wondered if he was going to strike her again. Instead, he started talking with that smooth voice of his. He could have done commercials or recorded books. He was saying something about technique that sounded cold to her and lifeless and empty of passion. But his touch had been anything but cold.

He returned to whisper in her ear. “Is that okay?”

She hadn’t heard a word he’d said. Had no idea of what she’d be agreeing to. She hesitated.

“You’ve been zoning out, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

He ran the tip of a riding crop along her shoulder. “I’d like to see how you go with this. May I?”

No, said her fear. But what came from her mouth was, “Yes.” She wanted to know how it would feel. She was sure she would hate it. She loved the feeling he’d given her, but she hated that he’d done it by flogging her. If he hurt her enough, she’d be able to push him away without a worry. Be able to mark the whole thing down as a bad experience and never go back again.

It would be so easy to hate him. What kind of man wanted to whip women anyway? And yet Colby sounded like such a perfectly reasonable, even compassionate human being.

“May I take your skirt off?” The microphone was back on, she noted.

She shrugged. “Sure.”

Her skirt was held on by elastic at the top. He caressed her sides and then slipped his hands under the band. He pushed down. His touch on her hips was electric. She wanted those hands on her ass. Or on her pussy. What am I thinking? He is so not my type.

Copyright © Sindra van Yssel

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An Expert in Domination Review by Ruthie
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~~I received a free copy of this book to read and review for Wicked Reads~~

I really enjoyed this story - it involves a single Mum who is not in perfect shape, but believes that life is for enjoying, and a very controlled ... expert in domination. After a chance encounter in DC, where she lives, he goes back to LA where he lives, and yet ... he can't get her off his mind. Apart from the hotness that is the two of them together, I loved that she wouldn't compromise, nor put her desires before her responsibilities. Colby was a good guy too - and well, they were well matched.

There wasn't any great drama, but there was enough tension, plenty of chemistry and a satisfying conclusion - perfect reading material!

~~Wicked Reads Review Team~~
(Posted on 8/23/2015)
great read Review by mary
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I received a free copy of this book to read and review for Wicked Reads.

This is book 7 in this series but I have not read the previous book and didn't feel lost at all.

Sophia went to the Bondage Ranch with Remy -- a guy she had been casually dating -- for the adventure of it. Not expecting to participate, or enjoy, any of the aspects of the ranch, an unexpected downpour sends her to the barn where she meets Colby Brock, a Dominant who's been brought to the ranch to provide demonstrations on several techniques.

Colby has a strict code of conduct when it comes to his relationships with submimissives. When he sees Sophia across the room, he's intrigued. When her "boyfriend" volunteers her as his model for his demo, he's even more intrigued by the woman who oozes sensuality.

The brief taste they had of each other during that shortened weekend wasn't enough to satisfy either of them. Colby's previous marriage has left him gun-shy when it comes to long term relationships. Sophia's prior marriage wasn't the best, but she truly believes in the power of love.

~~Wicked Reads Review Team~~
(Posted on 7/30/2015)

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