Oxygen: The Club Oxygen Series Book One

by Cole Denton

  The days and even weeks that followed deaths also brought feelings of helplessness and a loss of control to the surface for me. Jacob and I knew this was normal, and part of the healing or grieving process. But it also made me crave control.

  I had accumulated quite the stash of Fem Domme novels, and it was during these somber times that, despite the loss, I found excitement in life again. Some days I would just read and fantasize about controlling a young male submissive as Jacob watched.

  Other days, my fantasies were more involved. I would put on my plum corset and fishnet stockings because they made me feel sexy and in charge. Beautiful, black leather stiletto boots graced my feet, and Jacob’s crop accompanied my hand as I would strut around our bedroom, swatting the “pillow sub.” Occasionally, I would also put on a leather harness and one of my many strap-on dildos. These were the days that I felt the filthiest, wettest, most extreme, and alive.

  It was about a month after Mark’s funeral on one of my extreme days when I met with my best friend, Liz, for coffee. Even though we’d text every day, we also met at least one day each week. Our meeting place had become a coffee house that was between our homes, and there were many times that we would sit there and chat for hours.

  I had a feeling that today could be one of those days because I already felt horny. Jacob got me going before he left for work this morning with some quick but satisfying sex. I was already longing for his return tonight. Liz could jump into sex talk whenever and wherever, it made no difference to her the location.

  “So, I brought the catalog to show you the new dildo I bought,” Liz began as she reached into her purse while we stood in line. I glanced at the people behind us. None of them were talking, which meant that they were probably still listening. “Frank is going to love it,” she added as she pulled out a very explicit adult toy catalog. I’ll admit, I couldn’t wait to get my coffee, sit down, and pour over the contents. It was just that kind of day for me.

  “Which one is Frank again?” I asked as we moved up one place in line while catching the eye of the young barista, Andrew. I smiled politely at him before returning my gaze to Liz.

  “He’s that college professor. He’s kind of a dork, but oh can he fuck,” Liz grinned. “He actually would be attracted to you,” Liz mentioned off the cuff.

  “Oh?” Naturally, I was more than curious now.

  “Yes, Frank has a thing for blondes with blue eyes. It’s his instant attraction,” Liz revealed.

  While she thumbed the pages of her catalog, she went on about Frank. Liz was a Dominatrix at the same kink club that Jacob and I went to on occasions, so she always had a few bottoms or subs at a time.

  Being that it was an extreme day for me, I found myself continually gazing at Andrew. I found it interesting that each time I looked in his direction, he was looking at Liz and me. Unintentionally, my mind began to tune out Liz and started to conjure up a scene with Jacob telling me what to do to Andrew as he watched. Days like this brought out the cougar in me. Though I had recently turned forty, I didn’t dare consider myself old, but I knew that I was experienced. Much more experienced than Andrew.

  Liz had put off trying to find whatever it was she had been looking for in the catalog until we sat down with our drinks. Since it was mid-morning, the coffee house was crowded. We finally ordered and moved to the receiving area to wait for our coffee and continued talking about her Frank.

  “So, Frank has this large thick cock that could occupy me for days,” Liz went on. “In fact, he’s kept me busy each night that I’ve been at the club and he’s been there.”

  “How old is Frank?” I casually asked.

  “Oh, he’s older than us. He’s older than Jacob, though I’m not certain of the exact age, but he’s in his fifties.”

  “You know what they say about older men,” I murmured under my breath so only she could hear.

  “I do! I also know what they say about younger ones.”

  We both laughed, and I headed toward the counter when the young barista called out my name as he set my cup down.

  “Elise,” Andrew said with a smile as he looked at me.

  “Thank you,” I said to him as I collected my coffee.

  Liz and I had been coming here for years, and Andrew has been here ever since I could remember. He didn’t seem to age at all, though. He was always polite and quick to make the orders. I slipped a few dollars into the tip jar before I turned to face Liz. I pointed to the bar top area just to the side of the drink collection area and went to save her a seat.

  After Liz had her coffee, she joined me at the bar top, and we began to look at her catalog from the beginning. Jacob and I weren’t shy when it came to toys and impact toys such as paddles, whips, and floggers. He loved using a baby bullwhip on me, and I craved the harsh bite it left. But due to needing proper space, we usually saved the bullwhip for when we went to the club. With each passing page, the wetter I became.

  “So, this is the dildo that I ordered for the strap-on harness,” Liz announced and pointed to the page.

  I tilted the catalog toward me and read the description. This one was nine inches long, so it was more than an average-sized one. This would elicit a lot of fun for anyone; guy or woman.

  “That is impressive and beautiful, if I do say so myself,” I mused with wide eyes and parted lips as I dropped one of my hands to my lap.

  I imagined myself in various situations with this toy, or as Jacob called strap-ons, weapons. My mind ricocheted from wanting to be taken by this thick monster cock, to wanting to discipline some naughty sub with it. I glanced at Andrew who just happened to be bending over retrieving a jug of milk from the fridge under the counter. His black shirt had raised up in the back, exposing his tanned skin just above the waistband of his pants.

  At this point, my panties were soaked. I knew that the moment I got home, I would change into my stockings, a corset, and boots. As I slid forward in my seat, my engorged clit pressed against the seam of my jeans. I could feel how swollen my pussy lips were, and I was prepped and primed to play.

  “Frank will love it,” Liz commented again on Frank.

  “Does Frank know that you’re going to give this to him? Literally,” I questioned, causing us both to laugh.

  “Frank told me that he has been interested in experiencing this. But, you know I have tons of other ones, so we will work up to this,” she explained.

  “Good idea,” I laughed and shook my head.

  After the catch-up chat with Liz had pushed me deeper into my extreme day, I headed home intending to act out my dominating urges. I was in our bedroom, in full extreme mode, taking the crop to the pillow sub that I was reprimanding, when Jacob came home from work earlier than I had expected.

  “Damn,” his soft chuckle told me that he loved what he had walked in on.

  I quickly spun on the balls of my feet toward the sound of his gentle laugh. Immediately, his eyes were drawn to my lower half because when I turned to face him, the dildo swayed from side to side.

  “Have I told you how damn sexy you are, Elise?”

  Heat from my embarrassment of having just been caught quickly spread across my face. Jacob was well aware of these…urges. He also did his best to encourage them. He never made me feel bad or guilty about having them. Jacob did what many Doms would do; he loved me for me and tried to meet all of my needs.

  “I didn’t hear you come in,” I shyly admitted.

  “I’m glad,” Jacob laughed heartily as he walked towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was playful, and as he flirted with the laces on the back of my corset, I felt the hardening of his cock against my thigh. “If you had heard me, I might not have been treated to such a sexy sight,” he added when we pulled away from the kiss.

  “Well,” I began and reached down to rub my hand along the length of his cock. “I can tell that you enjoyed what you saw,” I acknowledged with a playful smirk.

  Jacob’s laughter filled the
room. I could listen to him and watch him laugh all day long. The sound of his laughter brought me so much joy. Despite him being fifty years old, laughter seemed to turn back the clock.

  “Tell me, Elise, what did the pillow sub do to earn the kiss of your crop?” Jacob teased and played along with the scene that I had all laid out.

  He unsnapped the snaps from my strap-on harness, causing it to fall away to the ground. The loss of the strap-on harness left me standing in my boots, corset, and fishnet stockings…my crotch-less fishnet stockings.

  Another deep, sexy laugh rumbled from Jacob’s chest. He playfully swatted one of my ass cheeks and then said, “Open.” I took a step to the side, parting my legs for him. Jacob cupped my pussy and then laughed again. He pointed out the very obvious, “You are so wet, Elise.”

  His hand felt divine as it moved along my soaked folds. My lips were pouty, and my clit screamed for attention. Jacob hadn’t inserted any fingers and was pressing his palm against my pussy and stroking his fingers along my lips.

  “So, Elise, what did the pillow sub do?” he prompted again.

  “He was very bad.”

  “I see. So, you were correcting his bad behavior?”

  I always felt a little silly playing along and telling him what scene I had worked up in my head while he was at work, but Jacob always asked. I think he always asked because he genuinely wanted to know. I also think he got off on it too.

  “Yes, I was correcting the naughty young man,” I admitted.

  And it was typically a young man that I would reprimand. If I wanted a really sexy, hot scene where I just wanted to come, I would conjure up a scene with a young man or woman that I dominated. I’d have the vibrator at the ready, and it was an easy task. But my more extreme days of the extreme were of me disciplining a naughty man.

  “Tell me what the naughty man did,” Jacob requested.

  He pulled both of my breasts up and out of the corset so my hard nipples sat atop the corset fabric. Jacob ran the pads of his forefingers along my aching nubs. When I hadn’t responded to his multiple requests for the information, he pinched each of them. The pinches caused a burst of energy to run through me.

  “Ahh!” I moaned at the quick, sharp pinch.

  “Well, Elise?”

  “He came before I told him to,” I informed Jacob of our mock scene.

  “A young man that isn’t well trained would probably have a difficult time controlling his cock around you. Especially when you’re prancing around in this corset and boots.”

  “Don’t forget the stockings,” I reminded him.

  Another deep laugh erupted from him.

  “No, I won’t forget the stockings.”

  Jacob pushed two fingers into my drenched pussy while he pinched and twisted one of my nipples. He knew damn well what he was doing…and I loved every moment. My body and mind reveled in the pain, and it only made me wetter.

  “Tell me more,” Jacob insisted as he began to finger fuck me slowly and with deep strokes.

  “Not only did he come without permission, but he also came on my new comforter.” I smiled as I made up the story of transgressions. Jacob’s fingers continued to drive me towards the edge. “I took the crop to his ass for spilling his cum too early,” I boasted.

  “I see. Might I make a suggestion, my darling, Elise?” Jacob’s fingers were still moving in me, and now he had just started teasing my clit with his thumb. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Certainly not after the day of edging that I’ve had.

  “Of course,” I panted.

  “You might need to put the young man in a cock cage,” Jacob offered up his suggestion while pinching my nipple hard now.

  I was so close to coming.

  “Did you use the crop on him anywhere other than his ass?” Jacob inquired about my discipline practices.

  “No, just on his ass,” I confirmed.

  “Don’t forget, there’s that ultra-sensitive spot between his balls and ass. Swat him there, and he will learn to behave,” Jacob explained. “I noticed you had one of your weapons on,” Jacob brought up the strap-on as he whispered against my lips. “Were you going to fuck him?” Jacob asked as he licked my lips and pinched my nipple harder.

  “Ahh,” I cried out, losing control.

  The mere mention of me pegging a young male submissive caused me to come. My pussy gripped his fingers for all it was worth. Jacob continued to pinch my nipple, which only extended my orgasm. His mouth was glued to mine as I came on his fingers.

  Pegging a male sub was the ultimate fantasy for me. Well, in the realm of me dominating a male. While I had lots of fantasies, none of them did the things to me that this particular fantasy did. I had so many scenarios built in my head about dominating and controlling a male sub, and every single one of them included Jacob in one facet or another. I sometimes had fantasies of Jacob in an active role by telling me what to do to the young sub. But there were still some fantasies where I want him in a less active role where he might be doing nothing more than just being in the room.

  “That’s my naughty, Elise. On the bed, darling. Get on your hands and knees,” Jacob whispered against my lips.

  When he withdrew his fingers, I eagerly climbed on the bed. I looked down at my tits that bobbed against the top of the corset. I still felt as sexy as when I first started this afternoon. My boots were still on, and Jacob had easy access to my pussy since my stockings were crotch-less.

  I had braced myself for his entry. I knew he was hard as a rock and that this would be fast and for him. But, God, I loved it. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting against my clit. His crop. I smirked because I knew this would be good. It was almost instant that I began to get turned on again.

  Sex was never just sex with Jacob. Yes, there were times where we both went at it really hard or fast, but it wasn’t as though I never felt our deep connection. He understood my need to receive pain with sex, just as I understood his need to give it. I had never once felt as though his hands delivered the pain without love, and I made sure that he didn’t feel guilty about causing me pain.

  I have read many books about sadists and masochists, both fiction and non-fiction. There is a fine line where balance exists in order to keep it a healthy relationship, and I felt that Jacob and I had balance down to a science. We were both happy and still in love as much as the day we got married. Sex was always satisfying because both of us understood what the other needed and never turned a blind eye to it.

  Months later, during breakfast, Jacob brought up the idea of going to our kink club that evening. I loved going there. It gave me a chance to get dressed up in my corset, stockings, and boots, and let the exhibitionist side in me out for a while.

  “It’s Friday night, and I don’t have to work tomorrow, Elise. What do you say we go to the club and play a bit?” Jacob asked as soon as he swallowed the last bite of his toast.

  The mention of going to the club tonight sent a thrill down to my pussy, and I had begun considering what corset that I wanted to wear. Jacob always picked out a couple that he wanted to see me in, and then I could pick between the two.

  “Yes, I think that sounds like a lot of fun,” I answered and leaned forward.

  “We can play some, too. Maybe I’ll restrain you to the St. Andrew’s cross,” Jacob playfully taunted as he leaned over to kiss me. “Or maybe I’ll put you in the cage in the main room,” he teased.

  There was a metal cage in the main room of the club that was barely big enough for a person. Many times, we’ve seen a sub in the cage, enduring various treatments. I’ll admit that most of what I’ve seen had turned me on, and I decided to tease Jacob back.

  “Maybe I’d like the cage,” I laughed.

  “I bet you would,” Jacob chuckled and shook his head.

  Jacob finished getting ready for work while I did the dishes from breakfast. He came back to the kitchen and wrapped his strong arms around me. I turned in his embrace to face him.

  His shirt was taut across t
he chest and in the arms, pressed with muscle. I gazed at his brass name tag that said, “Captain Jacob St. James” in bold black lettering. I stared at it every morning with pride and love, and it was during that time did I say my silent prayer for God to keep him safe and return him to me. I rested my head against his chest for us to share a few more moments together.

  “Have fun with Liz this morning.”

  “I will,” I promised.

  “What time are you meeting her?”

  “Nine, the usual.”

  “Let her know we’re going to the club tonight.”

  “I’ll be sure to mention it to her. She’s been going a few nights each week, so maybe we’ll see her tonight. I am interested in seeing her newest guy, Frank. She has alluded several times about how large he is.”

  Jacob’s laugh reverberated in my ear just before he pulled back. He looked in my eyes and then leaned down to kiss me.

  “Make sure you show that pillow sub who is the boss today,” Jacob insisted.

  “I probably won’t do that since we’re going to the club tonight.”

  “Play, darling. Get all worked up and wet. I want your body to ache for me. But do not come. That’s for me tonight,” he said as he swatted my ass. “I need to go. I love you, and I will see you tonight.”

  “I love you, Jacob,” I said as I held the door open for him to leave.

  “Remember,” Jacob turned to look and point at me, “no coming.”

  I nodded and waved as he got in his truck. I did a few odds and ends around the house until it was time to meet Liz for coffee. I didn’t mention the club until we were waiting for our coffee by the receiving counter.

  “Jacob wants us to go to the club tonight,” I said quietly.

  “Oh, that’s great! I’ll be there tonight, too!” Liz exclaimed.

  “Are you playing with Frank tonight?”

  “Yes! I can’t wait for you to meet him. Do you and Jacob have any play scenes in mind? Rope suspension yet?” Liz teased.

  “Elise,” Andrew said my name, announcing that my coffee was ready.

  I laughed at Liz’s comment about rope suspension as I walked forward to collect my cup. I deposited a few dollars in his tip jar and smiled at him. Soon, Liz and I were seated by the window, chatting about tonight.