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Spank Me Because You Want To
“I want you to spank me because you WANT to, because you need to do it…just as much as I need you to do it.” The last words tumbled out of her mouth and she sighed. It was a long drawn out sigh and he knew it was her way of punctuating the importance to her of what she’d just said.
He held her draped across his knees with her panties down around her ankles and his throbbing erection pressed against her belly. He’d been lost in thought while he gently caressed her delectable ass when she told him what she wanted. No, make that what she needed. Her words broke his reverie and he smiled inwardly at her insight.
He slipped a finger between her legs and her folds were slick with dew. When he held his wet finger up to her face, she greedily swallowed his whole finger. He fought the urge to push her to her knees and thrust his painfully hard cock into the wet heat of her mouth. She made wet sucking sounds as she cleaned off his finger and it dearly reminded him of her prodigious oral skills.
He pulled his finger from her mouth with an audible pop. “My-brat, is that why you’ve been exceptionally bratty this week, because you needed me to spank you? No, correct that…because it was important to you that I wanted to spank you?”
She wiggled her ass and pressed herself against him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin. As per their standard practice when he spanked her, he had taken off his pants, but he’d kept on his boxer shorts. They both loved the feel of her hot flesh squirming on his uncovered thighs.
“Yes Sir. I hope I haven’ been too much of a brat.” The lilt in her voice betrayed the sincerity of her words. She’d been a total brat all week.
He grazed her clit with his finger and a moan escaped her lips. “My-brat, don’t you dare climax until I give you permission. If you do, I promise that your punishment will harsh. Do you understand?”
She tilted her head and looked at him with a wry smile on her face. “I’ll try not to.”
“Don’t try Brat – do.”
“That’s better. I’ve been distracted this week and life has made me grouchy. I apologize for not giving you the attention you need. As My-submissive, you are the most important person in the world to me. It pains me to realize you have been thinking my need to spank you has diminished. It’s simply that I don’t like to spank you when I’m grouchy, because I don’t want to get carried away and ever hurt you. You mean entirely too much to me.”
“Sir, I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me and I can always use the safe word if I need to. Right now, I just need you to show me you want me. I need to know I’m your good-girl and that you haven’t gotten tired of my ‘uniqueness’ as you call it or lost interest in me. I need you to spank my bratty ass hard, as though you really mean to hurt me. Leave your hand print on my ass and make me sore for the next two days. I want you to show me that owning me, all of me with my many quirks, is something you need the way you need air to breathe.”
He chuckled and his cock jerked. “My-brat, you are just too damn cute and adorable. Clearly, the Universe broke the mold after it made you.”
She laughed. “No Sir, they didn’t break the mold. They blew the fucker to smithereens. Now, are you going to spank me or are we going to keep talking? There’s a draft blowing up my ass.”
He growled, but it was half-hearted. “Well then, let’s begin. How does 10 on each cheek sound…for starters?”
“Alright, you count.”
“One,” she moaned as fire spread across her ass and sent pikes of pleasure direct to her pulsing clit.
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Coated with stain,
That forever remains
On my soul each time,
I make those lips mine.
You entice, and draw in
And then we begin,
As I taste, with a quiver,
Breath escaping that sliver
Of a perfect, sweet smile
That soothes and soon riles
Every sense that I own.
And elicits such moans.
I brush those fine lips.
My tongue darts and dips,
It probes and it tastes
And it will never waste
A drop of your soul,
As it makes us one, whole,
Complete, bound yet free,
Leave on me your brand,
I make this demand.
Target, don’t miss me.
Now dammit, girl…kiss me.
The indecent proposal It was going to be another dull night. Living alone was bad enough but my current travel regime for work was getting very wearing, I hadn’t been home for weeks and I was missing the simple pleasures in life. I’d finished work for the day and cleared all of my emails and was now sat alone in my bland hotel room with only the TV for company, yet again.
“Sod this” I muttered to myself “Time for a drink”
Abandoning my laptop I pulled on a jacket and left the empty room behind me. Hotel bars are generally even more depressing than the rooms but I’d spotted what appeared to be a decent pub on the way to the hotel that afternoon. A short walk later and in front of me stood an ancient timber door with a low lintel. This looked very promising. Stepping in to the dark interior the first thing I noticed was the smell of stale beer and home cooking. When my eyes had adjusted to the dim interior I was pleasantly surprised that most of the tables were occupied by couples.
“What will it be?” asked the barman
“I’ll have a pint of the best please”
Settling down at an empty table I took a fresh sip of beer and glanced around the room, taking in the characters seated at the tables. People watching was a hobby of mine and often helped to relieve the boredom on nights like this. The couple to my right had clearly been married for a long time, well into their fifties they were chatting easily and holding hands with the casual familiarity of time. Beyond them I could see a couple at the other end of the scale, barely out of their teens they were in constant contact with each other, stroking, squeezing and kissing each other but barely talking as though they were still strangers with little in common beyond the physical attraction.
I was just starting to assess the next couple when I caught a movement from the corner of my eye and jerked back in shock as a small bouquet of flowers fell on the table just inches from my glass. Startled, I looked to my left to try and work out where the missile had come from. Seated at the next table were a couple in their mid thirties, close to my age. He was looking somewhat amused while she was openly grinning. They beckoned me over to join them.
“Sorry about that, but Katherine was very keen to meet you, I hope you don’t mind…” The man said “My name is Ian. Welcome to our local and please, join us”
“Hi Ian, I’m Michael. Pleased to meet you both.”
We shook hands and I sat, glad to have someone to talk to. The next hour passed in pleasant conversation, aided by a precession of pints that Ian insisted on buying. With each drink the chat turned increasingly lewd and by the 4th pint he asked a question that floored me.
“Have you ever considered a threesome?”
My mouth hung open and I must have looked as shocked as I felt so he carried on.
“I ask because Katherine has always had this fantasy of being used and abused by a couple of men, ideally someone we don’t have to see again.”
“Um… It’s not something I’ve given much thought to” I answered “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with another man…”
“Don’t worry!” Ian interrupted, “I know how you feel and I’m I no hurry to touch or be touched by a man either. What we had in mind was the two of us concentrating on Katherine. I suspect it could be fun but I should warn you she is somewhat kinky”
I’d had a great evening so far in their company and I had nothing better to do, besides, Katherine was gorgeous. She’d been blushing furiously for most of the evening and she had a filthy giggle. How could I possibly say no to the opportunity to see her naked?
“Really? You do want to?” Katherine asked
“Yes. Let’s do it. Do we need to agree ground rules or something?” I asked
“We’ll sort that out on the way to our house, it’s only a short walk. Come on, no time like the present”
Katherine was clearly eager to get started. She downed her drink and stood up, reinforcing her eagerness.
We talked as we went, agreeing the basic rules. We both agreed on no contact between Ian and myself as rule 1. The plan was that I was to help Ian restrain her with rope before we started playing. The conversation was fun with Katherine describing what she did and didn’t want us to do, the latter being a much shorter list. It seemed no time at all before we arrived at their door. As we walked up the path my heart was racing and butterflies danced in my stomach as adrenaline flooded my body.
The front door opened directly into a cosy sitting room which was dominated by an unusually large low table sitting in front of a hearth and flanked by two well padded sofas. The table itself was empty but coiled underneath it were what appeared to be two long blue climbing ropes and a few closed wooden boxes. Sitting on the table itself was a silver candelabra which held two tapered red candles.
Katherine entered first, turning on the lights as we went. I followed her in, expecting to sit on the sofa and continue chatting. Ian closed the door behind us and pulled a curtain across it, blocking the dark window panes from view and securing the scene against the gaze of anyone outside.
“Let’s get started” Said Katherine, smiling broadly.
She stood in front of me and slowly, deliberately unbuttoned her dress working her way downwards. Each button revealed another delectable portion of her body and the delicate lace underwear she was wearing. I was utterly transfixed as the material parted and fell to the floor. Her pale flesh was toned but retained curves that my hands itched to trace and caress. Katherine turned slowly, letting me soak up the view and appreciate her from all sides, her bum was a perfect peach that was begging to be cupped or spanked and the fine lace hid precious little of it. With her back still facing me she reached behind herself and popped the clasp of her bra, shrugging out of it and letting it fall by her feet. Katherine didn’t stop there, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her flimsy knickers and, bending at the waist, slid them smoothly down to her ankles. The view of her perfect arse presented to me was incredible and I could feel the pressure in my trousers growing rapidly. She straightened and slowly turned to face me. Her body was delicious. She had a narrow waist that curved beautifully via her hips to long shapely legs. Her breasts were modest but topped with large nipples that were clearly swollen and flushed a dark pink. She smiled at me.
“I think it’s your turn now” She said “Let me help”
With that she closed the distance between us and stood inches from my chest, her eyes turned up to meet mine. Placing her hands behind my head she pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Until now it had been frivolous flirting and a vague promise. The kiss made it real and I felt my body responding automatically. A heady mix of Adrenaline and hormones flooded my body, combining with the alcohol to bring my primal lust racing to the surface. I wrapped my arms around her and explored her naked back, grasping her buttocks and squeezing them hard as we kissed. As she pulled back and started to release the buttons on my shirt my hands focussed on her chest and my eyes gazed into the hazel pools of hers. Her boobs nestled easily in my hands and I slipped her nipples between my fingers. They were flushed dark and swollen so hard that they could have been carved from stone if it wasn’t for the way her eyes closed and her breath caught when I pinched them.
I was so lost in her eyes I barely noticed as the last button came undone and she started on my trousers but the world snapped back into focus as her hand reached into my underwear and grasped my cock. She held it firmly as if testing its rigidity then let go and yanked the material down my thighs leaving my clothes pooled around my ankles. My cock sprang free, standing proudly to attention and eager to play. Wrapping a hand tenderly around it she kissed me on the lips again and gave it a few gentle strokes.
“That’s enough of that for the moment” Ian said.
I’d momentarily forgotten he was there. While Katherine had been undressing me Ian had stripped and was standing naked and aroused behind her. He was much more intimidating naked than he had been dressed being better toned and larger than me. A wave of doubt rippled through me, did I really want to do this? A glance at the naked woman standing before me dispelled any doubts as quickly as they rose.
“Come and lie on the table while we tie you”
Katherine needed no encouragement. She lay down on the hard wood immediately. The size of the table dictated her position and she was soon flat on her back with her knees raised and her heels pressed back against her arse, her head was just hanging over the other edge of the table.
“Right” said Ian, pulling the ropes from below the table “I’ll take her left leg, you have her right. Just copy me. You’ll soon get the hang of it but I do think we need a little more light to see by”
One of the red candles that had been on the table when we arrived appeared in his hand as if by magic. Placing it between her thighs he pressed it against her pussy, sliding it up and down between her glistening lips, lubricating the wax shaft with the juices leaking from her. She sighed as he used his fingers to part her wet pink lips then slid the blunt end of the candle into her. A match flared and the candle flared into life, the flame was a hands breadth from her thighs and her silky smooth pussy. Warm light illuminated her flesh and the air filled with the aroma of her scent mingled with that of hot wax.
Ian took the end of the rope and secured it tight around her ankle and started to wind it firmly around her bent leg. Working his way up to her knee then back down he formed a double helix that bit into her flesh and held her leg immobile. He finished by taking the loose end under the table and secured it around her wrist. I took much longer to complete the intricate knots, partly because I’d never done it before and my fingers were fumbling and partly because I was intoxicated by the sight and scent of her aroused sex just inches from me. I could feel the heat from the naked flame as my hands teased the rope around her leg. I was fearful of pulling the rope too tight and when I’d finished my knots were nowhere near as neat as Ian’s but were equally effective. Katherine was bound, immobile on the table, ours to use as we saw fit. A new sensation clamoured for attention in my mind, a domineering personality that was excited and aroused by the sight before me was coalescing inside me.
Ian took a second candle and lit it from the first. He held it over Katherine’s face so she could see it before moving it to hover over her breast. I watched as a drop of molten wax fell from the burning tip and fell onto the soft pale flesh. She gasped, a mixture of pleasure and pain evident in the tone as the skin below and around the wax flushed pink in response to the heat. Not wanting to miss out I reached between her thighs and took that candle between my fingers, it was warm to the touch. Gazing into her eyes I teased the candle in and out of her, feeling her tight muscles clenching it firmly while Ian dripped a line of molten red across her upper body. Each drip of wax caused her eyes to squeeze shut and a short gasp to escape her. I slowly eased the candle out of her, feeling the resistance as she held it firmly in place. The waxy rod was slick with her juices and I held it firmly, allowing the hot wax to run down the side and onto my hand. It was hot but not painfully so. Encouraged by the long line of red that was being spread across her boobs I tipped my candle on its side and let a drip fall onto her thigh. The flesh puckered below the cooling wax and her muscle tensed minutely against the ropes. Her bodies’ reaction was subtle but mesmerising.
I looked at Katherine’s face but she wasn’t really there anymore. Her face was beaming a beatific smile and her unfocussed eyes were gazing deep into a mental abyss. Sensory overload combined with rope to send her mind drifting in sub space while her body responded automatically to each sensation we inflicted on it. She was truly ours to do as we pleased. The power and responsibility caused a wave of pleasure to course through me and I felt my cock throb in response. I needed to bury my aching flesh inside her before too long.
I blew out the candle and laid it to one side before kneeling between her thighs. I kissed her inner thigh, the scent of her arousal filling my senses. Her flesh remained slack and unresponsive to my lips so I pressed my teeth to the soft flesh and bit her, softly but enough to mark the flesh. This time her muscles tensed in response, good, I had her attention now. I switched to the other thigh, nipping my way closer to her sodden pussy, the smell of her sex getting stronger as I edged closer until my lips were grazing hot wet flesh. Her thighs were quivering before me, each hot breath causing a ripple of contracting muscle. I could resist no longer, I had to taste her. My tongue lapped at her, she tasted exquisite, lemon, honey and heather rolled into a musky ball of scent with an undertone of warm wax. I buried my face between her thighs and feasted on her until her breathing became heavier still and her thighs were straining at the ropes. I noticed the sound of her breathing change as if muted and looked up to see Ian kneeling by her head, his cock buried deep in her mouth.
Straightening my back I shuffled forward on my knees and pressed the swollen tip of my aroused cock against her pussy. It slid effortlessly between her sodden lips and I felt her clench around me as I entered. I thrust forcefully, my flesh slapping against hers as I pounded her captive body. Closing on a climax I slowed my pace, conscious of our discussion earlier and clenched, suppressing the delicious sensations emanating from my groin in an effort to prolong the moment.
“You can come now” Ian whispered to her as he withdrew from her mouth.
She finally let loose her suppressed emotion and howled with pleasure as an orgasm ripped convulsively through her. Every muscle tensed and trembled as raw pleasure reduced her to a quivering mass. Her pussy grasped me tightly and it took all my control to resist the temptation to empty my balls inside her and withdraw.
Ian looked at me expectantly as he stood beside Katherine’s head. I slowly stood on quivering legs and moved to stand the other side of her. Wrapping my fingers around my painfully engorged shaft we waited until Katherine opened her eyes before starting to stroke ourselves. She watched intently with hungry eyes as we wanked over her bound form. Such was my arousal that it took mere seconds before I felt the telltale tightening of my balls. I closed my eyes and let the sensations absorb me as my cock contracted then convulsed in my grip spraying hot ribbons of cum over her tits and dripping onto her upturned face. Ian followed seconds later covering her in a second wave of sticky liquid a guttural moan escaping from his lips as he did.
Following Ian’s lead we slowly released the ropes and massaged the tortured flesh back to life as we went easing the pins and needles racing through her limbs and restoring blood flow until finally she was free once more, her smile radiant and sated.
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Punishment for Being Lazy
I look at you shaking my head. "What a bad girl you are. You didn't finish your to do list today. There really is no excuse for that."
You look at me with your blue eyes and give me a sheepish smile. "Please, let it go just this once."
I frown and say, "No, that would just set a bad precedence. We wouldn't want that, would we?"
Reluctantly you agree and you become doe eyed, trying to soften me up. "Well, at least be a bit gentle."
"We shall see." I say not committing to anything. I sit down on the edge of the bed and you walk over. "Get yourself ready."
You can't even look at me as you unbutton your pants and let them drop to the floor. You are wearing the red thong panties that you know I find extremely arousing. I assume you are trying to distract me, but instead all I can think about is how exposed your ass cheeks are. With not even a thin layer of fabric, you will be feeling the sting.
I grab your hands and roughly pull you down so you are across my lap. I place my left elbow between your shoulder blades and the arm naturally follows your spine down your back. With my hand over the small of your back I have you pinned in place. My gaze travels over the roundness of your butt and I notice the bulge of your mound under the crotch of your panties. There is a bulging in my crotch as well.
Without warning I bring my right hand down hard on your ass. A jolt travels through your body as you cry out. Gruffly I mention, "You know you should be counting."
"One.". The word spills out of your mouth meekly.
My open hand comes down against your other cheek and this time you squirm on my lap as you say, "Two." Feeling your body against my cock is intoxicating and just encourages me to spank you harder.
I build up a steady rhythm as you continue to count higher and higher. As I lift up my hand I can see a red print outlining where it landed. It only takes a second before the red mark fades into the bright red patch that is covering your entire ass. "Twenty."
My hand rubs your cheeks, trying to soothe them. You are being a good girl taking your punishment so well. Then I notice that your bright red panties have an obvious damp spot. "Is this turning you on? Are you my little pain slut?"
Your face is red from embarrassment as you say "Yes."
I am not happy with this response, but we both know that whatever you answered would be wrong. I push down on your back harder. My right hand goes to you pussy and without tenderness or lube I slide my finger all the way into you. You gasp at the invasion, however as the shock wears off your hips start to rock in time with my thrusts.
Feeling you writhe on my lap is incredible and I can't wait to feel your body buck against my throbbing cock. Still holding you in place, my thumb finds your clit as I continue to finger fuck your tight cunt.
As I play your body you make the most delightful moans. "I'm so close..." you say, your ability to form words impaired by your panting. I locate your g-spot and increase my tempo as your body presses against mine.
Your muscles contract and I know you are close. I rub faster and faster until the inevitable happens. Like a steel cable under too much of a load, your body snaps and shakes as an orgasm rips through your being. The way your body is moving on my lap is driving me close to my orgasm but I maintain control of my body. Neither one of us has control of your body as it convulses in pleasure against me.
When you calm down I brush your golden hair out of your eye. "You managed to get my fingers coated in your juices. What are we going to do about that?"
Even through your sleepy post-orgasm expression your mischievousness is still easy to spot. You giggle as you ask, "Punish me?"
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An erotic Poem – Untitled by Robert Zimmerman, which can be found here on Nikki Haze’s blog should you want the delicious picture as well. :P
as she enters through the door.
He’s been awaiting her arrival
all day. His temper rising, along
with a passion to attack. To kill.
She eyes him, slowly, with
similar intent. Advancing
toward the room’s center--
She slams into the wall, arms
pinned overhead. One hand peels
her shirt up, wrapping her wrists.
She’s not allowed to interrupt.
Taking a mouthful of her neck
in his teeth, she screams.
Her voice, that of an Amazon.
A warrior helpless to his actions.
Her body exposed to he is every desire.
Upon his advances to her sweetest skin,
her hands are left to roam freely.
Her breasts are caressed as he divides her lips.
He takes to her with no a bite, it’s a kiss,
a caress of lips to clit.
Rapid movements of the tongue:
in, then out,
then in again.
Wanting more, she grabs his head,
a hand in hair, forcing him between
her breasts. Thrusting her hips
against his, showing her want.
He obeys the command, matching her thrust...
He slips in,
she cries out.
He’s welcomed inside
with a bloody embrace.
Her nails tearing at his skin
like the animal she is.
As her legs start to grab hold,
he throws her to the floor.
Her unrelenting passion
drags him down
They wrestle for control,
fucking and loving.
He pins her,
his shaft throbs between their thighs.
Dismounting, she goes down,
Kissing and sucking away.
Hands working as
her tongue tastes
the entirety of his sack.
Grabbing her head, she’s flipped over.
He forces his way into her
faster, harder than before,
A biting of flesh and
her climactic cry of surrender.
She gives in to the pleasure,
but not before his
passion peaks along her
The struggle for power
ends with him deep inside
and a kiss.
He loved seeing Suzy like this, that look of fear mixed with arousal. There was no doubt, she knew she had angered him. He had never brought Suzy here before but she needed to be taught a lesson. How many times had he told her?, his name was 'Sir' and he expected obedience. The mistake Suzy had made was not following instruction. He had asked for a picture, one of her panties, damp with her juices. Well she would learn her lesson now!!
He had her tied from the ceiling in his room. A special hook, holding the chain in place. Suzy, her arms held over her head, let out a whimper. He had blind folded her, so she was now in the dark. Admiring the sight of her, he walked slowly in a circle around her. Suzy was wearing panties only, her breasts free for him to enjoy. The panties were sheer, and hinted at the joy beneath.
It was time for the punishment to begin, Suzy was in for a long and rough night. Stripping completely naked he stepped behind her. Pulling her hips back, so she could feel him against her ass. Reaching around her hips, he rubbed her roughly, through the fabric of her panties. Suzy could not hide her desire, the feel of heat from her sex, the dampness of the panties gave her away. He continued, she pushed back against him, Suzy was close now. Stopping before she could find release, he took off her panties.
As Suzy stepped out of her wet panties, the chains clinked, he loved that sound. Picking the panties off the floor, he waved them under her nose. He ordered her to smell her desire but she refused. She was not helping herself, it was time for her to learn the hard way. A hard slap to her ass made her gasp. He pushed the wet panties against her face and she was forced to breath in her musky smell. The smell of her sex seemed to turn her on even more. He threw the panties to one side.
He took the nipple clamps off the table. Before applying them he pinched Suzy's nipples hard. The change of colour as they hardened and the gasp in pain, caused his cock to throb. Applying the clamps, he picked up his belt. Folding it into a loop, he snapped it together with a loud crack. Suzy whimpered aloud. This would not do, he balled up her panties and shoved them in her mouth.
Once more he stood behind. The belt moved in a swift arc, landing with a satisfactory thump. A vivid pink mark appearing on Suzy's cheeks. The chain rattled as she tried to move away. He thought that she might finally be learning her lesson. Again the slap of leather against flesh, another muffled whimper. A vivid pink mark crossing the first as Suzy sagged in the chains. One more he thought, harder, to really drive the lesson home. Thwack, and a louder cry from Suzy. Those lovely pink lines must sting, he knelt behind and kissed them.
Suzy knew now, he was the master and she a helpless slave. He positioned himself behind her, his cock tracing along the pink and still sore marks. It was too much, he needed to be inside her. The tip of his cock pushed into her warm moist sex. She pushed back to receive him, he obliged and pushed in hard and deep. He pounded into Suzy mercilessly, whilst pulling the nipple clamps. He told her to spit out the panties, he wanted to hear her gasping.
Pulling out of her, he put some more slack in the chain. Bending Suzy down so she was almost touching her toes, he was better able to penetrate her sopping wet sex. There was no finesse, just need. He roughly took her and only the chain helped her stay upright. Each gasp from her spurred him on. Thrusting deeper inside, he reached once more for the nipple clamps. Each twist elicited a cry of pain. It only made him pound harder inside her. There was no holding back and soon he was cumming.
Suzy would feel that, each spurt of hot cum, filling her. Finished he looked down at his glistening cock. Maybe he should just one more lesson. Walking in front of Suzy he pulled off the blindfold and told her to suck him clean. Finally she had learnt her lesson, "yes master" she said before sliding her lips down him.
Unchaining her, he took hold of the nipple clamps and guided her to the bed. For the rest of the night Suzy did as she was told and was rewarded with orgasm after orgasm.
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Interview with a Dominant : Part 1
She is perched at the bar next to him.
She crosses her legs on the high stool. He appreciates the muscle in her thigh, and the pronounced shape of her calf.
‘You don’t mind if I ask you some questions?’
They both know he will enjoy answering. It is a part of teaching. And he would like to tutor her in many ways. So he nods.
‘When did you know that you were … the way you are?
He raises an eyebrow and smiles. ‘The way I am?’
‘You know… … a Dominant’ She doesn’t know why the word sounds utterly ridiculous and yet still sends a small shiver down her spine.
‘Ah. That.’ He is dismissive.
‘Are you not one?’
‘It has become such a cliché. I hate to be a cliché. That awful book … ‘
He raises his eyes and shakes his head. There is a silence. He begins to write spidery words on a single piece of paper with a fat Mont Blanc fountain pen. The ink is midnight blue. She cannot read them, although she tries.
‘Shall we just use Dominant as a label?’ She asks. Then after a few seconds. ‘After all, you do.’
There is an imperceptible shrug of his shoulders and a slight upwards curl of his lips. She takes it as assent.
‘So when did you know?’
He considers her question, his pen no longer at work.
‘I would say I always knew,’ he answers at last. ‘Certainly it has been with me for as long as I can remember. But I couldn’t define exactly what that ache was for a long time.’
He pauses. ‘I have always adored women. Worshiped them. The female form has always thrilled me. And the feminine mind’
‘Is adoration important?’
‘Of course.’ He says it with absolute conviction. ‘It is adoration that makes me want to unwrap them slowly, body and soul. To explore every inch of them. To give them pleasure and pain. To have them in my power. To enjoy them completely. To possess them.
He moves his long slender hands as speaks. He is aware of her staring. He picks up his wine glass with his left hand. There is a simple wedding ring on his third finger. It surprises her somehow. She makes a mental note to ask about it later.
‘There must have been a first? Your first D/s experience?’
He laughs. She likes the sound. She inexplicably feels that she wants to make him laugh.
‘The very first? He asks her, raising an eyebrow,
Then that’s easy. It was Julie. She was fourteen and lived in the house next door.
The woman is shocked and her face pales.
He gives a wicked grin.
‘She was in the same year as me, but at the girl’s school. I stripped her naked and tied her up one afternoon in her father’s garden shed. Amongst the power tools and the nails and screws, the lawnmower and the old paint cans. I laid her on the big wooden workbench. I seem to remember I tortured her very gently with a wire brush.’
The woman appears shocked but he knows she is fascinated.
‘Julie enjoyed it. It became a regular event. Until her mother caught us.’
He smiles at the memory. ‘But that is a different story.’
There is a long silence. The words spill from the nib of his pen in dark blue, almost black ink.. She watches them materialise, unreadable, on the page.
‘Have you ever been tied up?’ He asks suddenly.
The woman shakes her head and gulps a mouthful of wine. She tries to avoid his eyes, until she feels compelled to look up. They meet his and something strange happens between them.
He tightens the cap on his pen and hands her the paper.
She blushes when she reads what he has written, a hand fluttering to her throat.
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