Authors' Note: Thank you Nonnally for being the beta for this chapter.

Play songs:

Purity Ring – Lofticries

Ben Khan – Drive Part 1

Glass Animals – Toes

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Ciel sits at his desk in his study. He is bored, the spreadsheet he's been staring at for the last half hour doesn't seem to hold his attention. Leaning back in his chair, he sighs loudly, he is tired but can't seem to think of anything else to do. Clasping his hands together in front of him, he stretches out, rolling his head from side to side. Wincing slightly at the dull ache that still bothers his shoulders from his session with Sebastian only a few days ago.

Sitting back, he shuts his eye and lets his mind drift back to that afternoon. He has never felt so alive in his entire life and all he was, was touched. Pouting slightly, he misses the sensation of hands on him, feeling and exploring him. He shudders at the thought of his wrists being bound and how helpless he was. He wants more, he knows he needs more but he can't seem to bring himself to ask for it. Every time he tries to think about it, the idea of asking for what he wants, a flourish of embarrassment comes over him. Ciel doesn't know why he is so embarrassed, Sebastian has been nothing but professional towards him but then again, perhaps that's the problem, Ciel does want more and he wants it from him.

Leaning forward, he puts his head down on the desk. There is so much wrong with thinking like this, needing what he wants and wanting it from Sebastian. He knows that they can only go so far, Sebastian has his rules and Ciel has his. He has to be secretive about his sexuality or else there would be hell to pay from his father and that is something he cannot bear to face. Still, whenever he gets a free moment, a little time to himself, he spends it thinking about Sebastian and all the things they would do together.

Ciel can't explain, reason or rationalize it but the man holds such power over him. From the way his voice commands and how his touch controls, to how he embodies unadulterated sex, Sebastian enthralls him.

Sitting up, he runs a hand through his hair and goes back to staring at the screen. Clicking off of the spreadsheet, he opens an Internet browser. The cursor flickers in the search engine box as he thinks about what he wants to type.

"What turns me on? How would I know?" He groans to himself as fingers dangle over the keyboard, readying to type. Thinking for a moment, he enters the word 'bondage' into the box and clicks search. The engine pulls up a variety of website matches but he doesn't know where to begin. He hovers the curser over a link but just as he is about to click it, he hesitates, moving his hand away.

"This is ridiculous." He mumbles to himself, his eye darts around and his finger goes back to the track pad. Sighing he presses down and clicks a link. The page opens and Ciel stares at the screen, his eye wide as he scans it, taking it in. The first thing he sees is a series of images, women clad in practically nothing tightly bound in hemp rope, laid out in various positions. "What's so appealing about this?" He wonders as he tries to understand what he's looking at. Clicking onto another page, he sees another image one that instantly grabs his attention as his eye lingers on it. A woman in a tightly laced black leather corset with her wrists and ankles tied lies across another womans' lap. The other woman has her hand flat and raised high as it looks like it's about to land on her cherry red flushed ass.

Ciel shudders as he stares hard at the image, there is something about it that arouses him and causes his breath to catch in his throat but he can't seem to figure out what it is. He is transfixed on how the tied woman looks, feebly struggling on the other and a little smile creeps on to his lips, he's curious, wanting to know what that would feel like. What would it be like to be bent over Sebastians' knee, helpless and bound like this? His heart starts to race as he closes his eye, leaning back against the chair. Taking a deep breath he puts his wrists together in front of him and imagines Sebastians' hands gently squeezing them.

Licking his lips, he pretends that Sebastian is with him, running his hands over his body, feeling him, taking his arms, pinning them behind his back and guiding him onto his lap. Ciel can start to feel himself getting hard as the pictures are so vivid in his mind. He can imagine each touch, how firm Sebastians' thighs must be as he lays across them and his silky tone coaxing him to go a littler further.

Opening his eye, Ciel looks at the computer screen, saving the image to his desktop he opens up another window. Quickly typing something into the browser, he waits as it loads. Smiling, he slides himself down in the chair to get comfortable as he watches the screen. It is his favorite, his failsafe, the porn he watches when he needs to escape and relax; it's the one that gets him there the fastest. Watching two robed men on screen as they rut and grind against each other, Ciel places his hand on his crotch, rubbing and massaging his erection through his jeans. Reclining back, he thinks about Sebastian pressing against him, his lips on his skin and rubbing him just right. His head rolls back and he lets out a breathy moan as he takes pleasure in his touch.

Drawing his hands up to the top of his jeans, he starts to unbutton them and slide the zipper down, all the while imaging that it's Sebastians' hands on him, undressing him. His hand slips in underneath his underwear as fingers creep closer to his hardening cock. Just as they start to wrap themselves around it, the door flies open as Sieglinde and Alois charge in.

"Hiya!" Alois beams as Ciel hastily pulls his hand from his pants and zips himself up as he sits upright.

"Jesus, knock much?" He grumbles as he quickly hits the spacebar and clicks off the page on to a spreadsheet.

"Whatcha doing?" Alois sings as he goes to Ciel, leaning over his shoulder, looking at the spreadsheet on the screen.

"Nothing, just, you know, work."

"It didn't sound like work." He grins as he reaches over and tries to move his finger along the track pad. Ciel swats his hand away and he frowns.

"It was just work." He stresses.

Alois puts both of his hands up and steps away from Ciel.

"All right already, I believe you."

"I don't." Sieglinde smiles, reaching across, snatching the laptop from him. Ciel leaps up from his chair lunging at her as she twists herself around, keeping it from him. Alois darts over to her and takes the laptop, sitting it back down on the opposite side of the desk. He moves his finger along the track pad and pulls up the Internet browser. Blue eyes widen in shock as they land on two men dressed in hobbit costumes, frozen on the screen in the middle of a sixty-nine.

"Ciel..." His voice is low and his tone is drawn out as his eyes trail from the screen over to his friend whose face is bright red. "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Ciel bites down on his lower lip as he tries to think of something to get him out of this.

"I clicked it by mistake." He feebly lies.

"Mistake?" Alois repeats suspiciously as he raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I was looking for something, you know, more to my tastes and this came up instead."

"Well, what you do in your spare time is up to you I guess." He says as he tries to wrap his mind around Ciels' lie.

"I'm being serious Aly, it just randomly came up. I don't even know what it is."

"Lords of the Ring." Sieglinde states, tilting her head to the side staring at the screen. Both Alois and Ciel look over to her curiously as she shrugs. "Well it is, isn't it?"

"Tricksy Hobbitses." Alois says in his best Gollum impersonation.

"Why are you guys here anyway?" Ciel asks, slamming the top of his laptop down and sliding it across the desk.

"We need an excuse to see you now?" Alois pouts as he sits down on the nearby couch placing a shopping bag by his feet. Falling over onto his side, he rolls around onto his back, putting his arms above his head.

"No, I mean, never mind."

"We went shopping." Sieglinde grins as she holds out a pink and white striped bag.

"Okay?"

"She really wants to show you, although I don't know why." Alois sighs.

"What is it?"

"Corsets!" She declares gleefully.

"You came here to show me lingerie? Why would you think that I would interested in that?"

"Bro, don't complain, I actually had to be there when she bought them, so spare some sympathy for me."

"I did not see you complain when you bought that red silk robe."

"Well, that was a necessity."

"Okay." She dismisses him.

Bringing his arms down, Alois looks at his watch and sits up quickly.

"Oh shit, I forgot! I need to meet Claude in like, fifteen minutes." He bolts up, grabbing his bag from the side.

"I'll stay here for a while," Sieglinde announces.

"It's too loose; you have to tie it tighter." She insists. Ciel exhales as he starts to undo the ribbon, pulling them out; he tangles them in his fingers. Gripping them tightly, he yanks them as hard as he can muster, attempting to squeeze the gap completely closed. Sieglinde gasps under the strain of the boning restricting her lungs. Ciel observes her skin as it flushes; an already tiny waist shrinks and curves with each tug of the ribbon. He can't help but wonder what it must feel like to be so tightly bound and feel that constricted, just like the woman in the picture. Tying the ribbon into a neat bow, he drops the loose strands and they fall neatly down her back.

"There you go." He smiles as she turns around.

"How do I look?"

"Beautiful, as always."

"Ah Ja! I have to see." She beams as she races out of the room and down the hall.

Waiting for her to return, Ciel sits down on the couch next to the pile of corsets. Turning to the side, he runs his fingers over them feeling the smooth texture of the satin and silk materials. Moving from the flat surface to the boning and the stiffer contrast of the trimming, he shivers as he strokes them delicately. There is one that catches his eye, he moves the others over and picks it up. It's striking; a soft pink satin corset with black edging and a flouncing cream lace trim along the top and the bottom. Picking it up, Ciel holds it in both hands as he admires it, letting a pleased smile play on his lips.

He is curious as he holds it out and then presses it against his chest. What would it be like to wear one? He wonders to himself as he trails his hand over it. His body shudders excitedly, as he lets his mind imagine it. Putting it on, the feel of Sebastians' large hands pulling and tightening the laces, the feeling of helplessness and what it would be like to be released. He breathes in and holds it as he tries to get a feel of what it would be like be to bound so tight. Exhaling, he smiles to himself as he presses the corset against his chest.

Hearing Sieglindes' footsteps approaching, he panics, quickly rolling it up and shoving it behind the couch cushion. Standing, he stuffs his hands into his pockets and moves to the middle of the room. Coming back in, Sieglinde has a huge grin plastered on her face.

"Happy?" Ciel asks her as she parades around the room.

"Oh Ja, very." She beams.

"Good, I'm glad." Ciel agrees as he starts to move away from the couch and back over to the desk.

"Okay, lets take it off now."

"But I just put you in it."

"I don't want it to get ruined, Shorty." she tells him. Ciel sighs as he starts to unravel the ribbon lacing. Thin fingers plucks at them, loosening them a little at a time until she is free enough to start unhooking the eyelets at the front. He feels a sense of sadness as he watches her take it off, thinking that if given half the chance, he would enjoy the feeling of wearing it a little longer.

Tossing it onto the couch, Sieglinde begins to put her blouse back on, quickly buttoning it up. Tucking her shirttails into the waistband of her dress, she starts to smile as she collects the pile of corsets and haphazardly tosses them back into the shopping bag. Ciel shakes his head as he watches her, feeling he would take much better care of them if they were his possessions.

Sighing to himself, he spots it, a little bit of the lace poking through the crack of the cushion. A wave of panic washes over him as he notices Sieglinde looking around to see if there is one she missed.

"Why don't we go into the front room?" He suggests breathlessly.

"Why?"

"Because I really feel like having a cup of tea." He smiles.

"And you need me for that?"

"Who else am I going to talk to?"

"Oh, okay." She looks at him curiously with an arched brow. Picking up her bag, he swiftly ushers her out of the room. Just before he joins her, he looks over his shoulder, smiling as he sees the corset still tucked under the cushion. Now he knows what he wants to try for his next session and he simply can't wait.

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Sebastian stands in front of the wardrobe, staring vacantly at the clothing on display, smirking to himself as he decides on what to wear. Drumming his fingers along the edge of the open door, keeping in time to the beat of the song playing in the background, his eyes scan his collection of play outfits.

It's a routine, a ritual Sebastian likes to enact before he sees a client. He goes to the changing room, showers and shaves. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walks back into the main room, goes over to his wardrobe and stares blankly at the clothing on display. He rarely wastes time in front of it, always preferring to go for his favorite.

Pulling out a black rubber t-shirt and trousers that are cut and fitted like a comfortable pair of jeans, he lays them down on the headrest of a nearby chair. Sebastian enjoys wearing rubber, it isn't just the way it looks or it's tightness and how it molds to every curve of his taunt body. It's the way it makes him feel powerful and how it feels on him. From the moment he sheds his towel to rubbing the talcum powder over his skin and finally slipping it on, he can feel the change within him. He transforms from the everyday, normal Sebastian to the sexy and alluring Dom who strikes a delicious sense of fear into the hearts of those he has kneeling before him.

He wears it like a second skin and it gives him such a rush whenever he's in it.

He finishes dressing and puts his boots on, lacing them tightly and pulling the cuff over the top of the boots. Standing, he turns to the mirror at the other side of the room and regards himself, running his hands over the material, he feels a sharp shiver race up his spine, as the feeling alone is enough to turn him on. Drawing in a deep breath as he lets the feeling of power race through him, he is ready.

Leaving the changing room, Sebastian goes down the hall towards the session room where he is booked for today. Feeling a sense of anxious anticipation, he can't help but smile. He's busy today, just as he likes it. He memorizes each clients' fetishes and kinks, what they are into and what they may be willing to try. Sebastian likes to push them, their boundaries and their limits but he also loves to provide them with exactly what they want. Being the ever-consummate professional, Sebastian always aims to please. However, there is one client he will see today that he can't seem to get a read on.

He doesn't know much about Ciel, especially as he has only played with him once, however the young man intrigues him. Unlike any of his other clients, Ciel came to him, not to fulfill any desire, fetish or fantasy but to simply lose control. It's not an odd request, as many in positions of power come to him to experience the same thing but they have a fantasy they wish to fulfill. However, Ciel does not seem to have one, although, for a novice and someone who hasn't expressed an inclination for the scene, he seems to be taking it well, even if it has only been one session.

Going into the room, Sebastian heads straight over to the desk and opens the top drawer. Casting his eyes over the various instruments of torture he could bring out for the session, he shakes his head, knowing none of these toys will do. Sighing to himself, Sebastian thinks about what they should do together. He has asked Ciel to do some research on what turns him on but he isn't sure what, if anything, Ciel will turn up with. A smile creeps onto his lips as he thinks about Ciel, he wonders how far he will be willing to go and if he will trust Sebastian to be the one to take him there. He isn't sure but there is one thing he is sure of, he can't wait to find out.

Looking at the small clock on the desk, he notes the time. Ciel will be here any minute. Grabbing his trusty riding crop from the drawer, Sebastian goes over to the leather chairs in the middle of the room and sits down. Rolling his shoulders, he breathes in and exhales as he listens to the whir of the music being piped in from the background, letting the sound of the heavy bass pulse through him.

After a few minutes, the door handle twists and the door is pushed open slightly. Ciel pokes his head though the slit and looks around. Spotting Sebastian sitting at the chair, he slips in, shutting the door behind him.

"Welcome back Ciel." Sebastian greets him warmly, watching the young man fidget where he stands whilst clutching onto a brown leather satchel. Tapping the tip of his crop down on his knee, he smiles. "Well, come here." Nodding his head, Ciel takes a few steps closer to him. Sebastian is interested to know why he's holding the satchel so tightly but he figures that all will be revealed in time.

"Well then, have you done your homework?" Sebastian inquires as he leans back into the chair.

"My homework?"

"You should have researched what turns you on."

"Yes, I think – I think I have found something."

"All right?"

Ciel opens the flap of his satchel. Sebastian observes him inquisitively as he slowly pulls out something frilly and pink. His eyes focus on the item as he takes it out completely. Sitting his bag back down, Ciel smoothes out the corset across his chest. Upon seeing it, Sebastian is taken aback; this is not what he was expecting, a soft pink satin corset with cream lace trim that line the top and bottom. As Ciel holds it up, Sebastian can tell that it's an overbust corset with no dips or curves in it. He has had clients that liked to dress up in womens' clothing before but none produced a corset or even a fetish for one. This is certainly different for him.

He regard how tenderly Ciel handles it, pressing it against his waist and chest, feeling it under his fingers and he even notices the small smile he wears on his lips as he holds it against him.

"I would like you to put it on me." Ciel requests with a blush in his cheeks.

"And then what else?"

"What do you mean?"

"We can't spend the whole session with you in a corset, that would be a waste."

Ciel looks away for a moment, thinking about whatever he would like to try. As the thinks of something, one of the images he saw when he did his research comes to mind. His face starts to burn as his cheeks flush as he recalls the image. Sebastian smiles as he sees the young man chew on his lower lip.

"I, um, want you… ugh." He sighs as he struggles to come out with it.

"I won't judge you Ciel, you can tell me anything." Sebastian reassures him sweetly as he uncrosses his legs and sits forward. Ciel grunts softly to himself biting down harder on his bottom lip. After a moment, he exhales loudly, dropping his head and staring at the ground. "Could you, um, could you try spanking me when I wear it?" He mumbles sheepishly.

Sebastian is dumbstruck but he keeps his face unchanged as he looks at Ciel. This isn't what he thought he was going to be asked for and it makes him want to smile. Of course he will happily fulfill Ciels' request, especially as nothing would please him more than to see this young man across his lap writhing and wriggling.

Sebastian stands, places his crop down on the coffee table in front of him, and slowly walks over to Ciel, who is starting to shake nervously under the weight of his request.

"If that is what you wish, we shall try it." Sebastian agrees as he stands next to Ciel. He slides his fingers over the fabric of the corset and takes it into his hands as Ciel lets go. "Now then, to begin, you need to undress."

Ciel nods but hesitates; waiting for Sebastian to tell him what should come off. Chuckling slightly, Sebastian puts his hand to the side of Ciels' cheek, cupping it softly. "Aren't you obedient, pet?"

Ciel shivers at the term but he didn't hate it, in fact, it made his heart flutter in his chest.

"Do I… Do I just undress?" He asks as Sebastians' hand slides from his cheek down his neck.

"Yes, just undress and I will put this on you."

"All right." Ciel nods. Stepping away from him, Sebastian lets Ciel start to quickly disrobe. He takes off his shoes and socks, unbuttons and peels off his shirt, neatly folding it and sitting it down on the ground. Unfastening the top of his jeans, he slides the zipper down and wiggles them down off his legs and onto the ground. Sebastian is amazed at how quickly he undresses in front of him, as though it's the most natural thing in the world.

Once finished, Ciel stands in front of him awkwardly in his underwear shifting from side to side, trying to figure out how best to stand as he lifts his arms and drops them, in an attempt to maintain some semblance of modesty. Regarding him with interest, ruddy brown eyes trail themselves over the lithe frame, and Sebastian feels a twitch of excitement. He simply can't wait to turn that white skin red.

Going over to Ciel, standing right beside him, Sebastian drags the lace of the corset over his back, causing Ciel to shake a little.

"Lift up your arms," he instructs. Ciel obeys and lifts his arms above his head. Sebastian unfolds the corset, deciding not to unhook it from the front, he stretches it out, pulls it over Ciels' arms and down his torso. Placing it over his chest and waist, Ciel drops his arms down and Sebastian pushes him over to the wall. Ciels' skin prickles as he feels the soft lace trim of the corset sweep across the top of his chest. It hasn't even been tied and already he's starting to feel heady whilst wearing it.

"Put your hands up against the wall," Sebastian orders and Ciel rests his forearms against the cold surface. Sebastian looks at Ciel back as he decides where he should start. It's been a while since he's laced someone into a corset, so he tries to recall in what order to begin. After a moment, he nods to himself as he remembers the method. To start, he adjusts the flat panel lacing guard, laying it flush against Ciels' back. Picking up the two vertical loops of black cord lacing in the middle, he starts to pull them outward. He can see the distinction of the upper and lower pair of laces that will need to be pulled and he knows he's doing it right.

As the corset starts to enclose around his chest, Ciel breathes in deeply, as it starts to constrict him. Slipping his fingers through the upper laces, Sebastian pulls them downward as he starts to bring the two sides together bit by bit. As he inches the top part together, Ciel wiggles around to try and find comfort but he is finding it increasingly difficult to breathe as his body starts to shift and give way to the boning.

"Ah." He hisses as it starts to get tight across his chest. Wrenching the excess lacing around his knuckles, Sebastian tugs them forcefully, squeezing the gap a little closer together. "S-Sebastian…" He exhales.

"Please relax a little." Sebastian advises as he moves on to the lower set of laces. Starting from the very bottom, he pulls the laces upward, drawing in the waist, creating a slight curve at the hip. Struggling to breathe, Ciel closes his eye and rolls his head back as he gasps for air.

"N-no more! I can't take it anymore." He whimpers as Sebastian yanks the next set of laces. Grinning and seeing that the back is barely closed, Sebastian ignores Ciel whines, knowing he pull it a little tighter.

Ciels' waist starts to cave and arc with each pull of the laces. He whines as he feels as though his insides are being crushed but Sebastian grins, continuing to pull at the laces, watching as Ciels' waist shrinks and cinches.

"Just a little more." He persuades.

"No more… it feels… terrible." Ciel whines.

"It'll feel tight at first but just bear with it a little longer, your body will start to get used to it."

"But…ah…"

"Jut a little more."

"I feel like my organs are coming out!" Ciel exclaims, bracing himself against the wall. Sebastian can't help but roll his eyes at this remark.

"I think you're over exaggerating, there has yet to be a woman whose organs came out because of a corset."

"But-"

"You know what to say if you want me to stop." He interrupts as he pulls harder.

Ciel is breathless as the feeling of tightness wraps around his waist and chest. He wriggles around to try and allow his body to adjust and relax into the corset. Sebastian flicks his fingers through the middle of the crosses drawing the back closer and closer together. Taking the extra slack, he gives it one final tug, it doesn't completely close the gap at the back but this is where he decides he will stop.

"How does that feel?" He asks.

"Tight." Ciel breathes out, feeling the ridged boning pushing into his chest.

"Do you want me to loosen it?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"Very well." Sebastian says as he smiles, using the laces; he pulls Ciel from the wall causing him to stand up right. He struggles to take a full breath as he stands there, running his fingers over his torso, feeling the restriction and the curve in his waist. A sharp twinge of exhilaration races through him as Sebastian ties the loose strands into a knot. It's tight and hard to breath in but he enjoys the sensation that tingles through him.

"How do I look?" Ciel wonders as he revels in the tightness and the feel of the corset on him.

Sebastian takes a step back and casts his eyes over him. Truthfully, this would normally never interest Sebastian, he never really care for lingerie or seeing grown men in it but there is something in the way Ciel wears it. The corset is molding to his body like it's made just for him, it contours and shapes his waist giving him a perfect hourglass figure. The color suits his skin tone whilst the lace trimming adds a uniquely feminine touch that only makes Ciel look quite doll like. Sebastian can't help but admire him in it, seeing how his body moves so fluidly, despite being constricted and the delighted smile on his lips as he draws his hands over the lines of his shape.

"You look wonderful," he replies honestly. Ciel starts to blush from the compliment. Going back over to him, Sebastian places his hands on his shoulders as he stands right behind him. "Now then pet, what am I to do with you?" He growls, the vibration reverberates through his chest. "Remind me, what is it I should do now?" He asks with a devilish grin.

"I don't – I don't know."

"Oh yes you do, you know what's next for you, don't you?"

Ciel bows his head, "You're going to punish me."

"Very good, I shall punish you but what for? Have you done something worthy of punishment?"

Wrapping his arms around his waist, Ciel reaches back and feels the eyelets at the back of the corset.

"I stole this corset from a friend, she doesn't know I took it." He confesses.

"Oh my, well that was very naughty of you. I think you should definitely be punished for that." He smiles as he slides his hands down Ciels' arms, stopping at his wrists; he guides his them behind his back. Holding his arms still, Sebastian takes the loose strands of lacing and quickly wraps it around Ciels' wrists, binding him to the back of the corset.

Grabbing onto the center knot, Sebastian pulls Ciel backwards causing him to stumble over to the chairs in the middle of the room. Standing him in front of one, Sebastian takes a seat and pulls him over to his side.

"Kneel," he commands and Ciel starts to kneel down beside him. "Bend over my lap." With a small nod, Ciel shifts himself forward and bends over, the tightness of the corset makes him struggle a little but he manages to rest his chest on Sebastians' leg. Taking Ciels' wrists into his hands, Sebastian jerks him further forward onto his lap so that his hips press into his leg. Shaking his head, Sebastians' hand creeps up Ciels' side and to the elastic waistband of his underwear. "These need to come off." He smirks, running his index finger along the band, he plays with it, tugging and snapping it against his skin. Ciel wiggles around on his lap but it only makes Sebastian smile. "Now, now pet, be patient, I will start in a minute."

Ciel emits a little whimper at that comment as Sebastian starts to slowly slide his underwear down one side, and then the other. Burying his face into the side of Sebastians' thigh, Ciel tries to hide his embarrassment as he is exposed bit by bit. Bringing the underwear down to Ciels' knees, Sebastian lets them fall the rest of the way, sliding past his calves and onto the floor. Ciel quietly mumbles a few choice curse words to himself as he is annoyed that he has allowed himself to be put in such a humiliating position so easily.

Sebastian glides his hand down the curve of Ciels' ass; it feels warm against his skin as he draws it back up again, feeling the prickly texture of goose bumps with each delicate stroke. Ciels' heart beats wildly, his body is tense as he anxiously waits for him to begin. He feels panicked and scared but also excited and eager. Ever since he saw that image, Ciel knew that this is something he wanted to try. What is it going to feel like? He wonders as he waits. Will he feel pain or perhaps something else entirely? He isn't sure what he is about to experience but he feels ready, or rather, as ready as he'll ever be.

Humming lowly to himself, Sebastian regards the bare bottomed young man on his lap. Letting a mischievous smile play on his lips, he starts to run his nails down both cheeks of his ass.

"I wonder, shall be hard or shall I be soft?" He muses aloud. Ciels' face blanches at that comment, although he knows that it was only said to tease him. Clenching his cheeks together, Ciel wriggles around on his lap letting his nerves start to get the better of him. Shaking his head, Sebastian tisks this action as he as continues to drag his nails down the skin. "You should try to relax; it'll hurt less if you do." He advises with a wry smile.

"I'm trying," Ciel pouts, doing his best to calm himself but he can't seem to ease his tightened muscles.

"I suggest you try harder." Sebastian states as he starts to lightly tap his hand against Ciel's ass. The little taps are gentle but they cause his flesh to rouge. Ciel squirms around, kicking his back legs out in protest but Sebastian continues. "Now, now pet, behave yourself, this isn't the worst of it."

"The worst of it?" Ciel repeats incredulously. "It's going to get worse?"

"I can't tell you everything, I mean, where would the fun be for me?" He jokes, tapping the skin again as Ciel emits a high pitched whine of objection.

Placing his palm to the curve of Ciels' ass, Sebastian rubs him gently, feeling ready to go a little harder.

Delivering a few rapid taps against the skin, he reaches back slightly and lands a sharp blow on Ciels' ass. Ciel gasps and jolts forward as the hot sensation of pain surges through him. Quickly grabbing his wrists, Sebastian pulls him back into position on his lap. His hand rubs the reddened skin as he tries to soothe the sting. Ciel whimpers a little as the pain starts to wane and Sebastian begins again. A few light taps before he smacks his hand down firmly, the young man whines louder as the searing heat rips though his body.

He squirms but he's only held tighter, he cries out but gets no sympathy from Sebastian as another blow is delivered along the perfect curve of his ass, harder this time. The sound of the smack cracks through the air as a hand lands on bare skin. Ciel feels as though his backside is on fire as the pain rushes throughout his whole body. Trying to breathe in deeply, he feels his lungs press against his constricted ribcage as the corset starts to feel even more restricting, making it difficult to catch his breath. Screwing his eye shut, his teeth chatter with each blow that lands as Sebastian alternates between the right and left cheek, distributing an even amount of smacking for each.

"Does it hurt?"

"Y-yes." He stutters.

"Oh, my poor pet." Sebastian coos. Ciel grunts at his remark as another powerful blow hits his skin, cracking through the air like a clap of thunder. He winces as his cherry red skin stings with each touch. Slithering like a snake, moving from side to side, Ciel tries to avoid his hand but he can't escape, as each blow lands harder and harder.

"Please..."

"Please?" Sebastian repeats.

"No more." He pleads hopelessly.

"Ah, well you see, I haven't even gotten started yet." Ciel twists around to face him, his eye wide and glistening with tears that have yet to fall but Sebastian merely smiles at him. "You know what to say if you want me to stop." He pauses, reading Ciels' face looking for real panic and distress.

"I-I'm okay." Ciel manages to choke out.

"Are you sure?" Sebastian checks, Ciel nods his confirmation, which makes him smile. "Well then pet, turn around and let us continue." He says with a tone so honeyed that it sends a shiver down Ciels' spine. He slowly turns back around and breathes out, blinking a few times, he finally lets the tears he's held back fall freely down his cheeks as he whimpers quietly. His whole body trembles as he anxiously awaits the fall of the palm but nothing happens. His breath hitches in the throat, as the wait is excruciating, but not as excruciating as the stinging pain on his ass.

Tilting his head, Sebastian regards Ciels' red, puffy face and the tears that start to stream down. He smiles as he starts to gently rub the smarting skin, pinching and scratching at it, causing Ciel to fidget and squirm. Sebastian can't help but enjoy himself as he starts to administer the next round of hard sharp smacks on reddened skin.

It's in the way the young man writhes beneath him, how his tears fall onto his knee and his cries become low moans with each blow landed. He can't help but relish it. Ciel is made beautiful to him in his anguish and it only makes him want to carry on.

Another smack lands right in the center of a cheek and as Ciel cries out, a tingling rush comes over him. His shallow breathing struggles to get deeper; his head feels light and elated as he starts to arch his back higher. His mind goes blank as he tries to understand what he's feeling, there is pain, he feels that but there is something else, something he can't put into words, even if he feels able to do so. His body starts to relax as he whimpers and he starts to feel weightless, riding the white hot pain from each blow as Sebastian strikes him harder.

After a while, Sebastian feels something pressing against his thigh and he smirks to himself, knowing exactly what it is.

"Well this is curious."

"W-what?" Ciel exhales.

Letting go of his wrists, Sebastian slips his hand in between Ciels' thighs; his hand gently touches his erection.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." He simpers.

"Oh no." Ciel cringes as Sebastian continues to stroke the shaft of his cock. He wiggles slightly to shift it out of his grip but it only seems to push into him.

"Now where do you think you're going?"

"Nowhere, I was just-"

"I know what you were doing." He stops for a moment as he thinks. Deciding on what to do next, he starts to push him up off of his lap, "Come on, get up." He says as he helps a nervous Ciel to his feet. Sebastian stands up behind him and pulls the knot of the laces, causing them to unravel, freeing his wrists. Ciels' hands fall to his sides as he stands motionless in front of Sebastian.

"I don't understand, what's happening?" he says, still feeling lightheaded.

"I'm going to help you with that." He purrs as his gaze lands on Ciels' crotch. Moving away from him, Sebastian goes over to the leather chairs in the middle of the room. Putting his hands on the back of one of them, he turns it out, facing it toward Ciel.

"What?" He begins to protest as he tries to cover himself. "No, no that's not, um, I don't need-"

"Come here and sit down." Sebastian orders firmly causing Ciel to jolt and move quickly to stand next to the chair. He looks at Sebastian nervously before he finally sits down. He hisses and winces at the pain as his ass still stings, shifting slightly on the chair, he tries to maneuver himself in a better position for comfort but he can't seem to find any relief.

Stepping behind the chair, Sebastian leans over, resting his chest on the back. Placing his hands on Ciels' shoulders, the young man lets a shiver run down his spine. "Breathe." He whispers softly as his hands slide down his arms.

Ciel doesn't move, he just remains malleable under his touch. Closing his eye and letting his head roll back slightly, gently resting it on Sebastians' shoulder as he glides down the right forearm and to his hand. Taking the hand into his, Sebastian guides it over to Ciels' hardened erection, closing it and wrapping his fingers around it.

Starting very slowly, Sebastian moves his hand up and down. Ciels' whole body starts to quiver as he starts to squirm around in the chair. Smiling, Sebastian releases his hand from his and starts to stand up.

"Keep going." He tells him as he draws his hands back over his arms. Ciel nods and continues, his hand pumping himself slowly. After a moment, he smiles. "Now, tell me what you're thinking about?" He asks.

"You." He confesses.

"Me?" Sebastian asks, almost surprised. "Well then, what am I doing?"

"Touching me."

"I am touching you." He says as he runs his hands over the tops of Ciel's shoulders.

"You're kissing my neck," Ciel exhales, sliding down the chair slightly. Sebastian smiles as he listens to this young man become open and confessional, a marked change from the first moment they met. Bending over, he places his lips by Ciels' ear, growling lowly.

"I'm kissing your neck am I?" He purrs, "My moist lips touch your skin ever so delicately."

"Ah, yes." He breathes out as he strokes himself a little harder, feeling the touch of his hand as it works the base of the shaft.

"I place feather light touches to your skin as you roll your head back, can you feel it?"

"Yes."

"Then I start to move up, my hot breath hits your ears and you shiver." He speaks lowly, watching as Ciels' body starts to jerk. He starts to pump himself faster but Sebastian shakes his head. "No," He warns, "slow down." Ciel relaxes a bit and slows. His hand gently strokes himself as he feels Sebastians' hands on him, touching him, feeling him. He delights in his touch, the sensation courses through him as Sebastian continues. "I nibble your ear, pressing my chest into your back and you feel the vibration of my low hum as it goes through you."

Ciel spreads his legs wider as he slinks further down the chair.

"Nnn..." He whimpers, his movements are agonizingly measured as he goes as slow as he possibly can.

"Now my hands move down your chest." Sebastian carries on as his hand runs down Ciels' chest, pushing down the fabric of the corset and exposing him a little further. "I gently play with your nipples, tracing my fingers over them." His fingers lightly circle pert nipples and Ciel screws his eyes shut tight, letting the feeling over take him. He can feel it building, the tension and pleasure he needs a release.

"I'm going to come," Ciel warns as he starts to pump himself faster.

"We're not done yet." Sebastian smiles as he watches thin fingers flinch to squeeze harder. "You'll come when I say you can." Ciel whines loudly, wriggling and writhing under his hand. "Now, run your thumb over the tip." Ciel does as instructed and collects the precum that is starting to ooze out of him. Using it, he smears it over the head and shaft, making it slick. Sebastian drags his fingers over Ciels' nipples just before he pinches them gently. "Do you feel that?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to go harder?"

"Yes."

Sebastian squeezes hard, causing Ciel to suck in a sharp intake of breath under the pain. He starts to ease into the throbbing, letting the sensation rip through him. His mouth drops open as he emits a breathy moan and he starts to ride his hand.

"Easy now, slower." He warns softly and Ciel obeys, moving his hand so very slowly, squeezing and pulsing his fist around his cock.

Sebastian is amused by how wonderful Ciel takes to his commands and how he delights in his own touch. Reaching down, he takes Ciels' other hand in to his and brings it up his chest, dangling the fingers over his nipples; he then places his hand on them.

"Play with them." He instructs as he moves his hand away. Instantly, Ciel starts to twist them carefully as his hips shake, thrusting itself into his hand.

"I am now in front of you, running my tongue down the inside of your thigh. Can you feel it?" Ciel breathes out as he nods his head. "I work my way to your hips, licking and tasting every inch of you. My eyes land on your cock, hard and begging for my lips. Do you want my lips around your cock?"

"Yes!" Ciel whines as he continues to work himself slowly, his hips shiver and shake as his body cries out for more.

"Go faster." He orders and Ciel starts to move his hand a little faster, feeling the pleasure as it courses through him. "That's it, perform for me Ciel, and show me just how much you enjoy your touch." He coaxes as Ciel starts to breathe out and moan loudly under his hand. "Getting my lips nice and wet, I devour you, taking you in whole. My lips suck and squeeze the shaft as my tongue works the head, how does that feel?"

"Amazing." Ciel sighs out as his hand bobs up and down frantically. Sebastian watches him as he bucks under his grip, he can see it, he's getting ready to come again.

"Stop."

"No, please," he whines.

"I said stop." Sebastian commands firmly and Ciel immediately stops. "Have I given you permission to come?"

"No, but-"

"I said that you will come when I say you can and I will do so when I'm ready." His tone is sharp causing Ciel to hang his head, feeling suitably chastised. "Now then, start again but slowly." He instructs and Ciel starts to move his hand up and down gently. He can't help but close his eye as his head rolls back against the headrest. Sebastian leans against the back and runs his hands over Ciels' neck and shoulders. He sighs out and curses as the leisurely rhythm of his hand is extraordinarily painful, he wants to go harder, to move much faster and feel a release but unfortunately for him, Sebastian has other ideas. He wants to make this as tortuous possible for the young man, knowing exactly what to say to make this more punishing. Smiling, he puts his lips to Ciels' ear as he growls. "You want to touch me, don't you?"

"Y-yes."

"Run your hands over my chest, feel my skin on your fingertips."

"Ugh, yes." He groans as he twists around on the chair.

"You desire me, don't you?" Ciel nods frantically. "Do you think about me often?"

"Yes." He admits, and the word spills from his parted lips before he has a chance to contain them. He flushes with embarrassment but he can't help himself as his arm continues to move up and down slowly. Sebastian is unmoved by his admission, clients fall for him regularly and of course, Ciel is no different. However, he knows how to use this to his advantage.

Running his hands up Ciels' throat and down the sides of his cheeks, Sebastian smiles to himself.

"Do you think about me touching you?"

"Yes."

"Do you think about me fucking you?" Ciel nods his head frantically and Sebastian smirks as he travels back down to his chest. "Tell me pet, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh God yes!" He shouts. Sebastian cannot help but smile at such a bold declaration.

"Then imagine it, my hands on your body, just like this, feeling and exploring you. My cock is hard and you lick your lips when you see it." He begins as he watches Ciel instinctively lick his lips. "Then I take you, not gently but hard, slamming myself into you."

"Nnn..." He whimpers.

"Go faster." He tells him and Ciel wastes no time, increasing the speed. "I go deeper, harder, and you cry out, whimper and scream but I'm unrelenting as I ride you."

Ciel gasps and moans as he thrusts his hips into his hand, squirming and writhing, barely able to contain himself. Sebastian watches as he's completely taken over by his own pleasure. He delights in seeing Ciel behave so shamelessly in front of him as he pumps himself harder, squeezing and pushing his hips. Lips curl into a smile as he continues to touch Ciel, running his hands over his throat and chest. Ciels' body quakes; he can no longer contain himself.

"Please, I-I need-"

"What do you need?"

"To come, please." He begs.

"Then ask me, you know what to say."

"Please, please let me come."

"No, that's not it. Come now pet, ask me politely." He goads.

Ciels' head rolls back as he knows what to say and in this moment, he doesn't wish to put up a fight, he has to come.

"Please Master, please let me come." He mutters.

"Say it again."

"Please Master, let me come."

Sebastian puts his lips to Ciels' ear, "Go on." He orders as Ciel starts to buck and writhe. "Ride it pet, let it consume you." He whispers in his ear. Ciel falls back against the chair as he cries out and Sebastian watches with pride as Ciels' orgasm takes him over, ripping through him. His body tenses up tightly as he comes hard into his hand, spilling through his fingers and onto his thighs.

Panting breathlessly, he rests against the back of the chair. Sebastian stands upright and goes over to the side toward a chest of drawers. Pulling it open, he pulls out a towel and brings it over to him, laying it across his lap. Ciel starts to blush as he starts to realize what he just did. A wave of embarrassment comes over him as he immediately sits up and starts to wipe himself clean.

"Are you all right?" Sebastian asks as he watches him rub the towel over his thighs.

"Yes, I'm fine, I just have to get going."

"I would prefer it if you stayed for a little while, to bring you back to a normal headspace."

"No need, I'm perfectly fine." Ciel dismisses as he stands, wrapping the towel around his waist. He tries to unhook the corset from his chest but he struggles to get it undone. Going over to him, Sebastian puts his hands on Ciels' hands, stopping him.

"Let me do this." He offers as Ciel drops his hands to his sides. Starting from the bottom, Sebastian pulls the two sides together and slips the hook out of the eyelet. Ciel looks to the side as he tries to avoid Sebastians' gaze as he studies his face. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." He sighs as he tries to stop his cheeks from blushing.

"You can tell me." Sebastian smiles, working his way to the middle. Ciel sighs as his eye slowly rolls over to Sebastian who is concentrating on unhooking the corset.

"Really, there's nothing wrong." He lies. Sebastian hums and nods, finishing unhooking the last eyelet.

Peeling it off of him, Sebastian slides the corset from his body. Ciel takes a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs as though it's the first time he has ever breathed. As he exhales, Sebastian moves away from him and drapes the corset over the top of the chair. Ciel hurries over to his pile of clothes as Sebastian leans against the side of the chair, he crosses his arms as he watches Ciel frantically throw his clothes on. He swiftly buttons up his shirt and tucks it into his jeans before he fastens them and zips them up.

"It does seem like there is something wrong." He speculates. Slipping his shoes on, Ciel bobs his head up and down. "I think you should stay a while."

"Yeah, no, everything is fine. I just have to get going." He states as he ties his laces. Regarding his behavior, Sebastian sighs he can see Ciel shake slightly.

No, he is not going to let him leave so easily this time.

"I let you leave quickly last week, a mistake I plan on rectifying today." He states as he grabs him from behind. Surprised, Ciel starts to fight him, squirming and struggling to get out of his arms.

"H-hey! Let me go!" Ciel demands as he continues to fight against him but Sebastian only holds him tighter.

"I'm not letting you go." He growls.

"Please." Ciel whines.

"No." He says listening as Ciels' whines become higher in pitch. "Shh, it's okay, it's going to be okay." He says softly as Ciel starts to calm himself.

Sebastian bends his knees and starts to guide Ciel down to the ground. Spreading his legs wide, he eases Ciel in between them and pulls him back against his chest. Wrapping an arm around his waist, Sebastian holds him secure against his chest. The young man trembles as Sebastian combs his fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. Ciel isn't sure what has come over him but he can't stop shaking, his body is not his own as it moves and quakes, feeling completely vulnerable.

"Breathe with me." Sebastian whispers as he draws in a deep breath. Ciel nods as he takes in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before he exhales along with him. They breathe in together for a moment and Ciel starts to ease and relax. "Will you tell me what's wrong now?" Sebastian asks.

"I feel extremely embarrassed." Ciel admits in a hushed voice.

"Why?"

"I haven't… I've never done anything like that before and I just feel…" He drifts off. Sebastian nods, using his hand to gently guide Ciels' head onto his shoulder.

"I understand." He begins. "This is all very new to you. I'm actually impressed you returned."

"Me too." Ciel agrees.

"Why did you?"

"Because, I wanted to try it, because I wanted to feel… free."

"And do you?" Sebastian wonders curiously.

That is the first time anyone has ever said that when they come for a session. As he holds this young man, he can feel that something is different about him. He is definitely unlike any other client he has ever played with. Ciel shifts himself in his arms, pressing his back against his chest as he nestles in to get comfortable. He thinks about how best to answer his question but only one word comes to mind.

"Yes." He breathes out, closing his eye and resting into him.

"I'm glad." Sebastian smiles as he turns his head, placing a delicate kiss on the side of Ciels' head.

Ciel pulls back, turning his face toward Sebastian as he looks at him curiously. They stare at each other for a moment, both unsure of what to do next; silence fills the room as neither of them speaks. All that is heard is the sound of breath leaving their lungs. After a moment, Sebastian brings Ciels' head back on to his shoulder. Smiling and closing his eye, Ciel exhales quietly and starts to calm down completely.

As he holds this young man in his arms and continues stroking his head, Sebastian can't help but smile as he feels his body start to become heavy in his arms. Regarding his peaceful expression, his handsome face and how his body fits so perfectly in his arms, Sebastian knows that he can't wait to see him again and to play with him. Although he feels like he wants more than that, there is something about Ciel that makes him curious and excited, these once a week sessions are simply not enough for him.

Shaking his head, he quickly tries to clear his mind. Of course nothing can happen between them, what a bizarre thought. Sebastian has his rules to which he strictly adheres and that will certainly break them.

Emitting a soft sigh, Sebastian starts to shift Ciel from his shoulder and brings him upright.

"What's wrong?" Ciel yawns.

"It's time."

"Oh right, yeah, I should be going." Ciel hazily nods as he scoots himself forward. Placing both hands on both sides of him, he pushes himself up to his feet. Stumbling a little, he makes his way over to his satchel as Sebastian starts to stand and follow behind him. Slinging the strap over his shoulder, Ciel adjusts it and runs a hand through his hair. "Well, I guess I should go."

"Same time next week?" Sebastian asks, placing his hand on the handle

Ciel nods, "Yes."

"Wonderful, I'll see you then." He opens the door and Ciel starts to go through but he stops suddenly. "What is it?"

"Nothing, just, thank you, for helping me." He smiles brightly.

"Of course, any time." He bows his head slightly.

Ciel walks out of the room and Sebastian closes the door behind him. Turning around, Sebastian spots the corset still draped over the back of the chair. Going over to it, he picks it up, holding it in both hands he runs his thumbs over the material. His mind floods with thoughts of their session, which causes Sebastian to smile broadly. He has only been gone for a few minutes and already he can't wait to see Ciel again.