The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page A

wouldn’t have heard him. Rainer locked the door behind him, went over to a chair by the wall, and got undressed, placing his clothes neatly over the chair. Then, naked, he walked into the center of the room, kneeled down, and placed his forehead on the floor.
    “Welcome, sub. Stand up and tell me what you require from this session.”
    Rainer kept his gaze on the floor but did as he was asked. “I want to be punished so severely I enter subspace. I have tomorrow to recover but need to able to work on Monday.”
    Quinn was surprised. Usually casual encounters like this didn’t involve such extreme punishments.
    “Why?”
    “It frees my mind and my spirit completely. It’s the only way I can obtain such perfect freedom and happiness.”
    “Very well.”
    First, a little added stimulation might be good. Quinn went to his toy box and found his set of three cock crushers. He placed one either side of Rainer’s penis and the third one behind the scrotum, holding them in place with a couple of neoprene tabs. That should give the sub something to think about until the caning began.
    In order to cane the sub’s back as well as his shoulders and ass, which would be more likely to send him to subspace, the sub’s back needed to be straight. Quinn took Rainer to the side wall of the dungeon and chained him to hooks from the ceiling, making sure his body was at full stretch when his feet were flat on the floor. Then Quinn sorted through his canes, finding his longest and heaviest cane, a thirty-inch Thunderbolt.
    It’d been a long time since Quinn had been asked to send a sub into subspace. Usually about half of what he did as a Dom in the dungeon was building up the anticipation so the sub would be thinking, planning, and imagining what would happen next. Then when release came, it was much stronger than just from a whipping alone. But for subspace, the pain had to be constant, and building steadily, so long pauses for mental tension didn’t always bring the desired result.
    He stomped around the dungeon out of the sub’s sight, letting his boots make a lot of noise on the concrete floor. Then he cracked his cane loudly through the air a few times. Quinn hoped the sub’s cock would be growing and pulling on the crushers as he waited for the first stroke of the cane. That was about the best he could do right now to build tension. Once he started the whipping he needed to continue it for the most productive effect, otherwise there was no guarantee he could send Rainer into subspace.
    This was going to be a huge challenge. Because Rainer wasn’t his sub he didn’t know the man’s most sensitive areas, or what his personal limits were.
    “You may call orange or red at any time, sub,” he said.
    “Yes, Master.”
    The sub’s voice was soft but firm. Well, that would have to do. It was time to begin.
    Quinn stood to the left of the sub and whipped three hard lines across his ass, two over his shoulders, and one across his calves. Then he moved to the other side and repeated exactly the same firm strokes.
    Now it was time to change up the action. Using lighter strokes he punished the sub across his back, avoiding the kidneys, then put maximum force into one stroke over the man’s ass.
    Constantly changing from side to side, alternating stroke strength, moving up and down the sub’s body, Quinn did his very best to warm the man’s skin, then make it burn, and finally raise the pain level higher.
    He saw the exact moment when the sub began to fly and mentally heaved a sigh of relief as he caned him twice more, just to ensure he stayed deep in subspace, before putting his Thunderbolt back in his toy box.
    Quickly Quinn unchained the sub and laid him on the floor on his back while he removed the cock crushers. He rolled Rainer over onto his front, knowing the cold concrete would have soothed his back a little and now would soothe his cock.
    Quinn replaced the cock crushers in his toy box in their little tray, and took out