Dom/sub

by B. D. Dark

  “So you’re interested in a 24/7 situation, not just occasional play?”

  “I’m not sure yet. Guess I’d have to see what it’s really like. I love the idea of it, but haven’t found anyone I’m ready to call Master.”

  “What have you done so far?” I was loath to confess my own inexperience until I found out how advanced Kim was.

  “I’ve been looking, listening and learning. To tell you the truth, tonight’s my first chance to play at it. I’m pretty nervous…and excited, and feeling like a real newbie.”

  “Me, too,” I admitted. I was becoming more intrigued by the second. Not only was Kim lovely and my ideal physical type, but she was a beginner like me. She seemed exactly the woman I’d been searching for, but. I couldn’t believe finding her had been this easy. There had to be a catch. “Want to learn the ropes together?”

  She groaned at the pun. “Ropes. Ha ha. Clever.”

  “Yeah, I’m witty like that.” I grinned. “I can’t promise I know exactly what I’m doing, but I was in the Boy Scouts and have had a little knot practice.”

  “Give it a whack then …or give me one,” she quipped.

  “God, could we be any funnier?”

  She held up her glass. “And I’ve only had one drink so far.”

  I could tell I was going to enjoy this woman in much more than a sexual way. She was light and fun, and eager to try new things. What more could I ask for?

  We stood and talked for a few minutes, then found a seat in a quiet corner of the room where we could sit and talk some more. Kim sat very close to me on the loveseat, our legs pressed together, thigh-to-thigh. We leaned to hear each other over the music and the many conversations going on in the room.

  “Looks like any other party I’ve ever been to except for the clothing ‑‑ or lack of,” she noted, sneaking glimpses at the other guests. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, excited and aroused. I noticed they lingered on the woman acting as a human coffee table. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I might be doing that.” She nodded toward the woman on her hands and knees.

  Just then, Daphne came by with a tray full of drinks and offered it to us.

  Kim and I each accepted a shot, raised them to each other, then downed them in a gulp. Kim pulled a face as the alcohol burned her throat. “Another couple of these and I may be ready to go downstairs with the others, see what a real dungeon looks like.”

  I realized the crowd in the room was thinning as people left in pairs or groups to go down to the dungeon. I was in no hurry to catch up with them. For the moment it was nice to just sit with Kim, feeling the warmth of her shoulder radiate into mine.

  She leaned toward me and whispered, “What do you think of Mad Max and Daphne? Kinda quirky, huh?”

  “Aren’t we all?”

  “Good point.” We sat for another moment, watching the other party guests, and then she tilted her head to look up at me, her pale eyes questioning.

  With several drinks percolating through my system, I was feeling very light and relaxed ‑‑ and incredibly horny. The moment seemed right. I dipped my head and kissed her.

  Kim’s lips were soft, warm, and pliant under mine. She tasted like the whiskey she’d just drunk, combined with the sweetness of some kind of fruity lip gloss. I angled my head to cover her mouth more firmly and swept my tongue lightly across her lips.

  She responded, putting her hand around my neck and leaning into the kiss. Her tongue darted out to slide over mine, sending electric pulses through my body straight to my crotch.

  I slipped one hand around her waist, pulling her toward me, and cupped her cheek in the other hand, holding her head steady. I kissed her more aggressively, possessing her mouth with mine.

  She responded eagerly, turning her body toward mine and arching into me. Her fingers stroked the back of my neck, and her other hand clutched a fistful of my sleeve at the shoulder.

  After a few moments, I released her, pulling back so we both could draw breath. I was dizzy, lightheaded from the kisses and the alcohol. “Nice,” I whispered.

  “Very,” she answered.

  The room was almost empty when I looked around.

  Our host, Mad, came over to check on us. “You kids ready to have some fun?”

  I looked at Kim, and she raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

  “All right.” I rose from the couch and extended my hand to Kim, drawing her to her feet. We followed Mad down to his suburban dungeon.

  Chapter Three

  I was surprised by how medieval they’d managed to make a typical cement block basement appear. The walls had been treated with a façade of mortar that gave the appearance of rough stones. Harnesses hung in several places around the room, and a large X-shaped cross occupied one end. There were stocks for hands, head, and feet, wood tables with shackles for wrists and ankles, and what looked like a gymnast’s vault ‑‑ for paddlings, I supposed.

  One of the men got right to work, tying his woman’s hands together and hauling them up high over her head to attach them to a hook in the ceiling. The woman wore black latex with cutouts for her tits and crotch. She looked extremely hot, dangling from the ceiling with her breasts jutting out and nipples hard and pointed in the cool air. Her partner, the man I’d talked to about tit torture, attached clamps to the red nubs and pulled on the chain connecting them, dragging her breasts out straight before her, defying gravity. His sub moaned in delight.

  Kim leaned toward me. “Wow, they get right into it. No wasting time.”

  Her warm, soft hand was clasped in mine, and I gave it a little squeeze. “Guess so.”

  If seeing photos and video clips on the computer was arousing, the stuff going on all around me live was a hundred times more intense. Kim and I were like lost children adrift in a sea of sex. We clung to each other’s hands as we observed a little flogging here, a little pinching and spanking there, and a whole lot of genitals and asses waving in the air.

  “This is so damn hot, but I don’t know if I’m ready for it,” Kim whispered. “Want to get out of here?”

  “Yes.” As turned on as the unbridled action made me, I wanted to slow the pace, get to know Kim a little first, and then see where the night took us.

  We said goodbye to our host. I felt kind of stupid, leaving just as the action was starting, but Mad Master didn’t seem surprised or make any comment. He had Daphne suspended in a harness with a hood pulled over her head. She dangled in semi-nude display, her arms and legs twisted and tied behind her in intricate bondage.

  “Anytime you’re ready. Give me a call,” he said. “My slut whore and I are always up for new playmates.”

  Kim snorted with laughter that she quickly suppressed, but when we turned away from our hosts she mouthed, “slut whore?” at me.

  I smiled at her amusement, and whispered, “What’s the matter, you don’t like terms of endearment?”

  Kim told the friends she’d come with that I’d drop her off at home so she wouldn’t need a ride, and we left the dungeon.

  Back on the street, I took a look at the unassuming exterior of the house. “Bet the neighbors don’t have a clue what goes on there.”

  “That’s half the excitement, the idea of doing something forbidden and outside the norm, completely in secret. Having an identity that’s much more thrilling than the one you show to the regular world. I can so get into that.”

  I smiled at her bubbly enthusiasm. She seemed more perfect by the second.

  “Couldn’t you?” Kim returned my smile, her pale face lighting up as her lips curved.

  I couldn’t resist their lush softness, and leaned to kiss them again. We stood for several long moments on the sidewalk in front of Mad Master and Daphne’s house, making out, before we finally got in the car.

  Driving out of suburbia into the heart of the city, we found a bar and stopped for a drink. We sat and talked about our lives. I told her about my job, creating engineering designs at an architectural firm.

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nbsp; She told me about hers as an office administrator. “I just got the new position after working as an administrative assistant for years. I should be ecstatic, more money, more power, more autonomy.” She gazed at the amber liquid in her glass. “I thought I’d love it, but the headache of dealing with all the office bullshit every day isn’t worth it. I’d rather go back to my old position. But I just can’t give up the better pay, you know?”

  “Maybe you need to find another job.”

  “Probably.” Kim laughed. “But that entails updating my resume and putting myself out there ‑‑ you know, actual effort. I’m sure I’ll get to it eventually, but I’m only in whining mode right now.”

  We chatted some more and found out we both liked watching basketball and action movies. We enjoyed hiking, bicycling, and swimming. We disagreed violently on music. She preferred adult contemporary, folk guitar stuff. I was married to classic rock. Most importantly, we learned we had the same sense of humor.

  I’d never spent a more enjoyable evening, laughing and talking with someone. I knew we would go home together at the end of the night. My delight in her company was so great, I’d almost forgotten about the shared desire for kinky sex that had thrown us together… Almost.

  When we could linger over drinks no longer, I realized she was waiting for me to ask the age-old question. “Your place or mine?”

  She dipped her head and looked up at me from under her eyelashes, a flirty little smile curving her lips. “Your decision.”

  I got the message. She was reminding me of my role in our fledgling relationship. If I was going to be the Dom, I should start acting dominant.

  “Mine,” I said decisively, thinking I’d feel more in command in my own space rather than as a guest in hers. “We’ll stop by your apartment so you can get some clothes, but then you’ll spend the night with me.” I paused then added, “Is there any reason you can’t?”

  “None at all. I’m at your disposal.” Her smile widened, and she sipped the last of her drink.

  I stood, pulled out her chair, then escorted her to the door and held it open for her to pass through. I did the same at the door of the car, then leaned down and reached across her to fasten her seatbelt. Pausing inches away, I looked into her eyes. We froze in heated proximity for several seconds before I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips.

  Her mouth was soft and yielding, and her tongue tasted of the liqueur she had just drunk, sweet and rich. She moaned softly in her throat as I swirled my tongue around hers and cupped my hand around the nape of her neck.

  After several breathless, heart stopping moments of kissing, I pulled away. I rested my hand on her cheek and brushed my thumb over her moist lips, looking deep into her eyes once more. “I want you to do something for me on the way home. Take your panties off and pull up your skirt to show me your pussy. Will you be a good girl and do that?”

  Her full lips stretched in a smile. “I’m not wearing panties tonight. I thought it would be hotter to go without.”

  “Show me,” I commanded.

  She reached down to the hem of her skirt, which ended at mid-thigh, and inched it up farther and farther until it reached the intersection of her legs and torso. Giving a little wiggle in her seat, she flirted with me, pulling the fabric up more, almost showing me her pussy, then covering herself again. Finally, she held up the skirt and showed me her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. I could see just a suggestion of the folds of labia beneath.

  I brushed my fingers through the blonde curls. They were springy beneath my touch. “Pretty. But if I asked you to wax it for me, would you do it?”

  “Yes…Sir,” she drawled. “Whatever you tell me to do, Sir.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I growled, kissing her neck and licking her earlobe. “No elaborate nicknames. Just call me Sir.”

  I kissed her mouth once more, and her hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me to her. Reaching between her legs, I fingered the wetness of her pussy. I dipped inside her hot channel and found her slippery wet. Drawing my coated fingers from inside her, I smeared them up to her clit and teased it until she whimpered.

  “Show me. Spread it,” I ordered, moving back so I could see better in the dashboard light.

  Kim obeyed, tilting her pelvis up so her pussy was on display, spreading the glistening folds apart so I could see every part of her secret spot. It was like a rose, all soft, pink petals. And below them the mysterious dark entrance to her body.

  I couldn’t resist feeling it again and watching my fingers plunge inside, in and out, fucking her with my hand while her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, long and low.

  She was hot and eager after an evening of delayed gratification. “Oh, that feels so good. More!” she begged.

  But I pulled away, drying my soaked fingers on her thigh. “Okay. We’ve got to get moving, or I’m going to throw you down right here in the parking lot.”

  “That’d be okay, too.” She laughed.

  I went around the car and got into the driver’s seat, glancing over at Kim’s still naked crotch. The sight was so sizzling hot I thought my cock would burst through the fly of my jeans. And the knowledge that she would stay that way, wide open for my viewing pleasure unless I told her to cover herself, was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced in my life. The sense of power it gave was overwhelming.

  As I drove to her house, I told her to play with herself. I could barely keep my eyes on the road as I kept glancing over to watch her manipulate her clit with her fingertip then shove her fingers into her cunt. It was exciting seeing her masturbate, her eyes falling closed and her pouting lips open in a perfect “O” of delight.

  “Take yourself right up to the edge, but not all the way,” I warned her. “I don’t want you to come yet. Not until I say.”

  Over and over on the forty-five minute drive to her apartment, Kim worked herself up to the very edge of coming, then pulled her hand away and allowed herself to cool down again. By the time we reached her house, her face was sweating with the effort of holding back. My whole body was so aroused from the show that a single touch on my dick would have set me off. It was a miracle we arrived in one piece, since only about an eighth of my attention was on the highway.

  I got out of the car and let Kim out, pulling her skirt down while brushing my hand over her crotch. I kissed her the moment she was out of the car, pressing her up against the side panel and wrapping her in my arms. I ground my crotch against hers, desperate to be inside her. On the street outside her building, we made out with the passion and intensity of brand new lovers.

  “You don’t know how worked up you’ve got me,” she whispered tensely between kisses. “Showing myself to you like that, God, I’ve never experienced anything so erotic. And knowing I mustn’t come until you tell me is torture, but the kind I never want to end.”

  My hands splayed over her back, moving restlessly up and down before settling on her ass. I lifted and set her on the trunk of the car, then moved in between her legs. I plunged my tongue between her lips. Sinuous and hot, our tongues twined around one another. After kissing until we were both breathless, I began licking and nibbling the soft column of her neck. My mouth settled over the hollow in her throat where her pulse raced, and I sucked on the tender skin.

  Kim’s head fell back as she granted me access to her throat. Her moan was soft and needy. Her hands twined in my hair, pulling me close, legs gripped around my hips, pulling me more firmly between her thighs.

  I fumbled with the buttons on the front of her blouse, popping one off in my haste to get inside her shirt. Pushing the material aside, I let my mouth travel from her throat down to the swell of her breasts above the cups of her bra. They were luscious, round, and so warm. I licked and kissed the firm mounds, then sucked her nipples through the sheer material of her bra before pulling back to look at her chest, dimly lit by the streetlight. Her nipples pressed dark and hard against the thin material.

  Kim was panting an
d pink-cheeked. Her shirt was half off her shoulders, and her skirt pushed up to display her naked pussy. Sprawled across the trunk of my car, she looked like a model on an automotive parts calendar. Her silvery blonde hair was mussed and wild, falling over one eye and sweeping over one naked shoulder.

  I ran my hand through the soft, silky mass, pushing it back from her face. “God, you’re so hot.”

  “What will we do now?” She smiled, and there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Are we going to fuck right here in front of my whole neighborhood?”

  “We’d better go in.” My voice was so low and rasping I barely recognized it.

  I pushed her vise-like legs off my hips and stepped away from her.

  Slowly, without taking her eyes off my face, Kim slid off the back of the car. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, giving me a lascivious smirk. Twitching her skirt into place and drawing her shirt closed in front, she led me to the front door of her building and up the stairs to her apartment.

  Kim’s hand trembled a little, and she dropped her keys as she attempted to fit one to the lock. Finally, she got the door open and let me inside. In the foyer, she tossed the keys to the table, dropped her purse on the floor and turned to face me again.

  I grabbed and lifted her, pushing her back against the closed front door. It was more than the few drinks we’d had, more than the natural attraction to a beautiful woman that had me so hot for her. Knowing she shared the same secret yearnings I had and would very likely allow me to do whatever I wanted with her body after we got to know each other better ‑‑ that was what had my heart pounding so hard it practically choked me. As much as I wanted to own her, that’s how much she wanted to submit. We were a perfect match.

  Our lips mashed together in fierce kisses, then I swept my tongue inside her mouth, exploring the terrain. Kim made soft little whimpers and moans in her throat that drove me wild. I wanted to impale her that very instant. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I pushed her skirt up to her waist.