Dom/sub

by B. D. Dark

  Grabbing the knot of rope that looped over her shoulders and lifted her breasts, I held on to the rope, wrenching her shoulders back a little further. I pulled out and thrust in again, short, hard pushes meant to punish as much as pleasure. Although I stood behind her and couldn’t see it, I imagined the rope cutting into the tender undersides of her breasts.

  Kim whined in pleasure or pain or a combination of both. “Oh, God,” she murmured pleadingly.

  Holding onto the rope with one hand and gripping a handful of ass with the other, I fucked her hard and fast.

  She moaned again, but didn’t ask me to stop.

  I drove into her again and again, faster and wilder, grunting with each thrust. The familiar but never boring feeling of a rising orgasm built to an unbearable pressure then burst through me. I came with a guttural cry, gripping her hips and plowing into her with enough force to knock her forward on the bed.

  I slumped over her back, my breath rasping in and out as I slowly came down from my high. When I’d recovered, I stood, taking my weight off Kim’s back. For a moment, I just looked at her, enjoying the view of her in bondage. The rope cut into her shoulders, keeping her from resting her torso on the bed. Her hands were clasped below her ass and tied to her feet, her knees spread apart as far as her restraints would allow. Our combined juices coated her inner thighs.

  I rolled her off her knees and laid her on her side, admiring the way the rope under her breasts lifted them and pressed into them. Sweat shone on her forehead, chest, and arms. “Getting uncomfortable yet?”

  “Not too bad,” she said.

  “What if I left you like this for a while? Would you like it?” The idea of having that control over her was exhilarating. Impossibly, my cock stirred again at the thought. “What if I kept you here all night like this, just laying here all tied up and helpless?”

  Kim’s eyes glittered as she looked up at me. I couldn’t read her expression. Was she excited by the idea as I was, or nervous and fearful? Maybe a little of both.

  She licked her lips and wiggled a little, trying to find a more comfortable position for her straining arms. Her voice was breathy and soft when she spoke. “Whatever you think is best…Sir.”

  So she was still playing along, giving me the power over her I craved. I smiled. “I think I will leave you laying her for a little while. Let you think about who’s in charge.”

  With one last look at her awkwardly positioned form, I turned and walked from the room. I went to the kitchen, got a beer, then flopped on the couch in the living room and flipped on the TV. As I surfed channels, my mind was totally in the bedroom with Kim. I tried to watch part of a ball game, but the thought of her lying so nearby, so helpless and vulnerable, made it impossible to concentrate.

  I forced myself to sit still as five minutes then ten slipped past. But images of my girl in ropes flashed through my mind, and my cock grew steadily harder. When fifteen minutes had passed, I cursed, threw down the remote, and stalked into the bedroom.

  Kim was lying on her side just as I’d left her. She looked up expectantly when I entered the room.

  “Are you thirsty?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  I went to the bathroom, poured her a cup of tap water, and returned to the bedroom, lifting her head so she could drink. I tried to be careful, but gravity was against us and water spilled on her chin and rolled down her neck. I laid her head back down on the bed and stood for a moment, deciding what I would do next.

  I realized with her amazing level of compliance it would be all too easy to take advantage of Kim. I didn’t want to victimize her, but the thought of having her suck me off while she was in restraints had been playing through my mind the entire time I was supposedly watching television. Now the desire to put action to fantasy had grown to epic proportions in my head, and it seemed impossible to untie her without having the craving fulfilled.

  “Are you hurting?” I asked.

  “My shoulders and upper back are kind of sore. My arms and hands actually aren’t too bad. Are you going to untie me now?”

  I took a deep breath and when I spoke, I almost didn’t recognize my own voice, it was so hoarse and rough. “No. I’m going to fuck your mouth before I let you go.” Just saying the words got me hot. My cock strained toward her. “Will that be all right?” I added, softening the statement.

  “Yes.” She looked at me with solemn eyes and nodded. “Go ahead. I love being at the mercy of your will like this. It’s what I’ve been longing for.”

  Once more I moved her to the edge of the bed, but this time with her mouth instead of her ass facing my groin. Grasping her head on both sides, I moved in close, lifted my dick in my hand, and fed it to her. I caressed her long, silken hair, pushing it back from her face so I could see better. Watching her mouth engulf the length of my erection was a beautiful sight. I stared, entranced as her lips encircled its girth, and her cheeks hollowed with the effort of sucking.

  She made muffled noises in her throat, little whimpering sounds that sent my blood racing. With her hands tied, she had no control over the blowjob. Only I could set the pace and determine how deep to push into her throat.

  Holding her head more firmly, I pumped in and out of her hot mouth. Saliva coated my cock, making it glide slick and easy. I pushed harder and deeper into her heat, driving my shaft in until her chin brushed my balls. When Kim gagged, I backed off, keeping my thrusts shallower.

  Her moans vibrated against the head of my cock, sending tremors shimmering through it. Seized with the eroticism of the bound and willing woman servicing me, excitement coursed through me. My dick swelled until it felt it must be filling her entire mouth, and then abruptly released, spilling into the back of her throat.

  Grabbing hold of my cock, I quickly pulled out and let spurts of come hit her mouth and cheek. I groaned in satisfaction as I watched the streamers of white slide slowly down her face. Cradling her chin, I caught the come on my thumb and offered it to her.

  Kim opened her mouth and took it in, sucking it clean.

  I was weak, drained by two powerful orgasms within an hour. But poor Kim must be worse, suffering the need to come and her muscles cramping from the awkward position. I untied her, having a little trouble loosening the knots. Her wrists and ankles were raw. There were burns where the rope had pressed into her shoulders and under her breasts. I traced my finger along the red marks, then chafed the feeling back into her hands and feet with a brisk rubbing as she stretched her limbs and back.

  Kim watched my hands, rubbing over the red marks on her wrists. “Who needs tattoos? These marks show I’m yours.”

  Yours. I liked the sound of that. Again I cupped her face and leaned to kiss her. “You’ve been so good to me tonight. Now I want to tend to you.”

  I laid her back on the bed and spread her legs apart. Moving between them, I lowered my face to her crotch. She was dripping wet, her sex plump and aching for my touch. I licked over her swollen folds, tasting her and me. Then I delved my tongue deep inside her and lapped up more of our combined juices. I made a broad, flat stroke with my tongue along her seam, up to her clit. Nipping it and sucking it hard, I soon had Kim moaning and writhing on the bed. She was so ready, mentally, emotionally, and physically, to come that a few moments was all it took. She reached her peak and plunged down the other side, freefalling into rapture. She wailed, and her hips bucked up off the bed as she came.

  She collapsed, breathing raggedly and shivering with the intensity of her orgasm. I drew the covers over her and crawled in beside her to hold her close. We cuddled in the warm cocoon of blankets for a long time.

  Kissing her temple, I brushed back her hair. “The ropes weren’t too much? You’re okay?”

  “Absolutely. I loved it. You can’t imagine the feeling of being powerless like that. It should be frightening, but it’s exhilarating…at least for me. I can’t explain why, and I don’t really care what it is inside me that makes me this way, but I know this is what I want.” />
  She was right. I couldn’t imagine it. My proclivities didn’t lean that way at all. I couldn’t fathom the idea of putting my body, my mind under someone else’s control and actually enjoying it. But I was very glad she had.

  “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Let me get you something.” Since she’d served me so well, I wanted to return the favor.

  “Wouldn’t mind a pizza.”

  I laughed, loving Kim’s voracious appetite. I got up and phoned in a pizza order, got some bottled water for us, then returned to bed to kiss and cuddle some more. She talked about her family and shared some funny stories about her childhood. I shared some of mine.

  Yawning and stretching, she turned her face into my chest and kissed it. “It’s so easy to talk to you. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

  “I was just thinking the same thing and that I could get used to having you in my bed.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and wrapped my arm tighter around her. “It’s going to be a long, cold week, living in two cities, but I think we can heat it up with more assignments.”

  Chapter Seven

  Having a weekends-only relationship forced us to delay our sexual gratification, except for the nights we indulged in phone sex. It made it all the sweeter when we did come together.

  I invented other erotic tasks for Kim to accomplish as the weeks passed. As a result, my girl never knew what to expect from day to day. She loved the excitement of finding out what her daily task would be.

  “God, it feels like Mission: Impossible when I get one of your calls.” Her voice was low on the phone. “But my boss is heading this way, so make it quick.”

  “All right. Today your job is simple. Go to the restroom and take off your bra. I chose a blazer for you to wear over your blouse so you can keep it buttoned in front of your co-workers.”

  The blouse I’d instructed her to wear was a soft, white fabric that would mold to her chest. Kim’s tits were large and heavy enough to sag a bit without the restraint of a bra. They also had very pointed nipples. It would be clear to anyone she was naked under her blouse, which was why I’d allowed her the blazer. I certainly didn’t want to be the cause of getting her reprimanded for wearing improper clothing at her workplace.

  “Sometime today I want you to find a man,” I continued. “I don’t care if it’s the copier repairman, a computer techie, or the UPS guy, but find somebody and make a show of your tits. I don’t mean open your blouse and flash them, just push your chest out and catch the guy’s attention. Flirt with this guy until he’s panting for you, then walk away, leaving him hard.”

  “All right,” she agreed. “There’s a cute mailroom boy I’ve had my eye on.”

  “Just remember not to piss where you drink. If you think Mailroom Guy will spread stories about you around the office, don’t get carried away.”

  “Yes, Sir. Oops. Gotta go.” The line went dead.

  I sat back in my office chair and pictured Kim in hers. I imagined her following my instruction at her first opportunity, going to the bathroom and shedding her bra, allowing her tits to swing free underneath the satiny blouse and the protective blazer. I spent the rest of my workday distracted by fantasies of Kim and the mailroom guy and the erotic story she’d have to share with me that evening.

  She was excited and laughing when she called me after work. “When the mailroom guy swung by my cubicle, I got him to stop, flirted with him like crazy. Then I had him step over by my desk. I came onto him strong and let him touch my tits, through my blouse. The kid was practically coming in his pants by the time I sent him away.” She laughed again. “Actually, so was I.”

  “I didn’t tell you to let him touch you.” A flare of annoyance and possessiveness surged in me. I’d placed my stamp on her, and a primal part of my brain already saw her as exclusively mine. Although the idea of other men looking at her with longing incited me, I didn’t want them touching my woman ‑‑ at least not without my permission.

  “Well, I just kind of went with the scenario. It was so hot, and I thought of you the whole time, pictured your hands squeezing my tits. I thought you’d enjoy hearing about it.”

  The image was erotically charged, but it didn’t change the fact she’d not followed my instructions to the letter. “I said to get him hot and bothered then walk away.”

  “I did.”

  I paused, not wanting to sound like a peevish boyfriend. Her disobedience and offhand tone bothered me more than the groping by a stranger. “When I give you one of your assignments, I expect you to follow it exactly.” I kept my voice level and calm.

  “Sorry.” Kim’s bubbling excitement dimmed. ”But I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

  I tried to decide if it was my role to punish her for disobedience or if that was taking our relationship too far. We hadn’t really figured out where we stood with one another yet. “Here’s what I want you to do for tomorrow,” I said after some thought. “Go out tonight and buy a thick, padded bra and an old-fashioned 50’s style girdle if you can even find one. Tomorrow I want you to wear them. Keeping completely covered should rein in your libido.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “You know I am. If we’re really going to follow this lifestyle and not just play at it, I have to be able to count on your obedience.”

  There was a long pause. “All right.”

  “Call me tomorrow and tell me how it feels.”

  Kim didn’t call in the morning, which was unusual, but waited until the end of the workday. Throughout the day I worried that I’d pissed her off, that she was done playing, and was not-so-subtly telling me she didn’t like being bossed around. I wanted to call her, but forced myself to wait to hear from her first.

  She was considerably quieter when she checked in at the end of the day, and I asked how the punishment had felt. “Constricting. Binding. I’ve gotten so used to going around half-naked, I felt embarrassed wearing the heavy underwear, as if everybody knew I’d done something wrong and was being punished. I didn’t like it. It was like being in the stocks or something. And I really didn’t like knowing you were displeased with me.”

  “Then you learned your lesson,” I said.

  “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” Her voice was serious, without the usual laughing lilt. “What you said yesterday about obedience was right. I’ve said I wanted to be a sub, and I’ve been enjoying our games, but in a way it’s been just play-acting. Now I’m starting to see a whole new life opening up in front of me, a completely different way of being. I’m not quite sure how I feel about it yet. I’m feeling confused and a little conflicted.”

  “I want you to be sure. You have to decide on your own how much of yourself you’re willing to surrender to me.” I wanted to be careful not to pressure Kim into anything. Ultimately, she must be the one to decide how much she would give of herself. It was all about earning her trust. The obedience would naturally follow if she trusted me. “Is a 24/7 Master/slave relationship really what you want? I won’t call you the rest of the week. You should think about this without any influence from me.”

  I ended the call, heavyhearted, again afraid our relationship was over before it had barely begun.

  The days dragged by that week. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, in silence. I’d never felt more alone and bereft in my life. It was much worse than after Alyssa had left.

  But on Friday, early in the morning before I’d even gotten out of bed, I received a call.

  “Sorry it’s so early. I couldn’t wait any longer. Is it okay that I called?” Her voice was soft and contrite.

  “Of course.”

  “I thought about what you said, every second, all week long. I’ve hardly eaten or slept. Can I give up my autonomy? Do I really want to? But then, all I could think about was how terrible it would be not to have this anymore ‑‑ this relationship we’ve started. I know there’s so much there to explore, and apart from all the sex games, there’s you and me. I love spending time with you, talki
ng with you, telling you how I feel about things. I couldn’t imagine being without you.”

  My pulse sped, and my stomach leaped at her words. It was exactly what I’d hoped to hear. I was suddenly almost too choked-up to speak. “I-I’m glad to hear you say that.”

  “You asked if I wanted to enter into a serious relationship with you. I absolutely do,” she said quietly. “I’m ready to sign an agreement or contract this minute, to give myself over to you completely. I trust you. I want you and I want to belong to you, both physically and emotionally.”

  I cleared my throat, which was thick with emotion, before I answered her. “Then we can begin. We’ll work out an arrangement and sign it. Y-you’ll truly become my slave.”

  * * * * *

  The next weekend we discussed our expectations of our Master-slave relationship, how far it would permeate our lives, in what situations could Kim refuse to defer to my judgment. It was quite complicated, as we couldn’t guess every scenario that might come up. I left the writing of the document to her so she would feel complete control over what she chose to surrender of herself, what level of power she chose to give to me. And, when we finally signed it, we agreed it was a work in progress and subject to negotiation at a future date as necessary.

  Of course, it wasn’t a binding legal document, but there was a sense of gravity as each of us put pen to paper and affirmed our relationship.

  As months passed, the long distance thing began to wear. I wanted Kim to move in with me or at least move closer to me, but didn’t want to pressure her. I wouldn’t ask her to give up her job and move to another city. She had to offer it. Slave or no, she had the right to a career and to earn her own income.

  Then one day she called me. “Guess what?” she blurted into the phone. “I did it. I quit! You know I haven’t been happy there. The promotion didn’t make things better, only gave me more shit to deal with. Now I’m done with it. I gave them two weeks, but my boss said I could finish this Friday.”