S & M III -Vol I

by Vera Roberts

  Scott didn’t realize it at the time but would soon find out how much Sanora influenced him. “Nothing,” he shook his head.

  “You’re lying, I can tell,” Caprina turned to Sanora. “What did you do to him?”

  Sanora smiled. “Intimidated?”

  “I want to know what you did to my slave?” Caprina demanded.

  Sanora walked over to her chair. Her lips curled into Her trademark snarl.“We talked.”

  “About?”

  Sanora sat down in her chair and stretched her legs out on the backs of two subs. “Oh, I do believe that’s none of your damn business.”

  Caprina walked up to Sanora and got within a nose distance of Her face. Her eyes were blazing with fire.“You don’t threaten me.”

  And yet, you’re in my face. “Comical,” Sanora smiled.

  Sanora made Caprina exasperated.“Do you even know who I am outside of here?”

  “Yes and quite frankly, I think you’re highly overrated,” Sanora snarled, “supermodel, my ass.”

  Caprina folded her arms. She hated how Sanora was in charge of her. Who was Sanora, anyway? She was no one, nobody, nothing. Sanora didn’t have her influence. Sanora didn’t sell magazine covers. Sanora didn’t grace red carpets. Sanora certainly didn’t have millions in the bank. Yet, everyone bows down to the simple bitch. That irritated Caprina even more. “Scotty, grab my things. We’re leaving.”

  “So soon?” Sanora smiled. “We were just getting started.”

  Caprina stood her ground. “I will not have my sub humiliated by you or anyone else here.”

  “Because you rather do it yourself?” Sanora loved how She could get under Caprina’s skin without saying as much as two words. It made Her panties wet.

  “I refuse to dignify that with an answer.”

  “You don’t have to dignify shit. Your reputation speaks for itself.” Another sub handed Sanora Her whiskey glass and She took a sip. “Scott isn’t going anywhere until he does one little thing for me. And then you can leave.”

  Caprina silently fumed. Sanora had just too much goddamn power for her liking. “Fine. What is it?”

  “Scott,” Sanora kept her focus on Caprina, “take off your pants and get on your hands and knees. The Mistresses want to spank you. You will crawl around in a complete circle until each Mistress has gotten Her fill. When your cheeks are nice and rosy and have a slight burn to them, then you’re free to go.”

  Scott reluctantly pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. Getting spanked by other mistresses wasn’t the issue; it was Caprina’s reaction he was afraid of. She was going to be merciless when they got home. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “And for you,” Sanora said to Caprina, “you get to stand in the middle of the room and watch. I certainly hope you enjoy the show.”

  As Scott paraded around the room, Caprina glared at Sanora. If Caprina’s eyes were daggers, Sanora would’ve died a thousand deaths.

  Chapter Ten

  No one humiliates Caprina Waters. Those who did, never spoke about it again. The punishment was too swift to have another repeat.

  Caprina was still steaming over Sanora’s treatment towards her. She made it a point to humiliate her not only in front of the other Dommes but in front of Scott. Sanora gave the impression to Scott it was okay to talk back and disrespect his Domme because someone else had done it. That, to Caprina, was absolute bullshit.

  She needed to prove to him that She was still in charge and he needed to get permission to do anything. If he needed to take a piss, Caprina wanted to make sure if it was necessary. Scott was Her toy – not Sanora’s.

  This bitch. Caprina’s fist curled up into a ball. She will not get away with this. Not at all.

  Caprina’s phone rang and she went to pick it up. The caller ID made her hesitate. It was Dimitri. She unceremoniously dumped him for Scott and he found out about it through the papers. Now he was calling her. Caprina cleared her throat and answered the phone. “Hello?”

  “You’ve been avoiding me, carus,” Dimitri spoke. His voice was stern and harsh.

  “I’ve been busy, caro,” Caprina explained.

  “I see that. You’ve been showboating your new boytoy all over the world,” Dimitri tapped his finger on the desk, “I hope you know what you’re doing, princess.”

  “Why do you care, Dima? It’s not like we were ever going to get married and have children.”

  “If that’s what you wanted, I would’ve given it to you. You never asked,” Dimitri sighed, “do you want to get married and have children?”

  “No,” Caprina had no desire ever to be a mother.

  “And does your little friend want to have children?”

  “I don’t know, I guess,” she shrugged.

  “You don’t sound like you care about your little friend that much,” Dimitri read into Caprina’s words.

  “You’re bold in saying that. You don’t know how I feel about anyone.”

  “Oh yes, I do. I can tell if you want him or not, no?” Dimitri laughed. “You don’t love him, carus. You never have and you never will.”

  “I’m hanging up now, Dima. Don’t ever call me again.”

  “Oh trust, it won’t be me calling you. It’ll be you calling me.” He laughed and the line went dead.

  Caprina was already annoyed by Sanora and her phone call with Dimitri just up the ante. How dare he tell her she didn’t love Scott? He didn’t know her relationship. He didn’t know how she felt about him. He had no right to make such accusations.

  Even if they were true.

  ****

  Superman had Kryptonite. Captain Kirk had Khan. Scott had Caprina.

  Women were Scott’s virtue and vice. He played the role of sympathetic love-sap so often, it was an amazement to Jeff that Scott still got any play. When Scott fell in love with someone, which wasn’t very often, he was head over heels. No one could tell him anything.

  He daydreamed in the middle of a meeting and wondered about Caprina. He replayed the events that occurred the previous weekend when Caprina introduced him to Sanora and the other Dommes. He had taken a liking to Sanora and was very enchanted by the mysterious woman. She was absolutely captivating, a mystery who only let a charmed few into Her life.

  Scott felt Her aura the moment he walked into the room. When Sanora spoke, power emitted from her lips and She wielded it carefully. She knew the power She had and how it affected others. Everyone felt it too, including an unwilling Caprina. She was intimidated by Sanora and the reasons were quietly obvious.

  Caprina wasn’t just Scott’s Domme; She was also the love of his life. He wanted to please Her and make Her happy. But he also knew Caprina’s temperament. If Caprina had a problem with Sanora, she would not confront Sanora with her feelings. Scott would take the brunt of everything.

  Scott was not looking forward to Caprina’s visit.

  “Hey man,” Owen approached Scott after the meeting, “is everything okay? You seem kinda out of it.”

  “Yeah, Owen,” Scott brushed off his boss’s concern, “I was just a little distracted but it’s nothing.”

  “Is everything okay at home? I know dating a celebrity has its ups and downs.” Owen suggested.

  The ups and downs are Caprina, not any paparazzo. “It’s not that, Owen. Everything is fine. I’m fine, Caprina’s fine. Everything is fine.” If I say it enough times, I’ll believe it.

  Owen nodded. Scott didn’t want to talk about any problems. He would have to try harder. The payday from Star Magazine would’ve guaranteed an upgrade from the BMW. He continued to play the role of sympathetic friend to him. “Alright. Well, let me know if you need to talk to me about anything, anything at all. I’m here for you, man. I’ll always be here for you.”

  ****

  Scott left work early and headed to LAX. Caprina was flying in for the weekend. She had just finished a series of shoots overseas so she was going to relax at Scott’s home to recharge her batteries before she had to do another set
of shoots.

  Scott knew the only way Caprina was going to relax was by putting as much punishment on him as possible. It was a part of their D/s relationship he was still getting used to. He pulled up the curb where she would be and anxiously awaited to see his girlfriend. Despite the tension between them, Scott was still in love with Caprina and only wanted to make her happy.

  Scott soon spotted Caprina as she walked out to greet him. She was wearing a long, white fur coat over a mini-dress and high heels. The paparazzi were already taking pictures of her and she soaked up the attention. Scott knew his role. No one cared about him. He was mainly an accessory to her.

  When the photographers got their desired pictures, Caprina walked over to the awaiting Lexus and waited for Scott to open the door for her. Scott soon followed suit. “Did you have a nice trip, Ma’am?” He picked up her bags and put them in the trunk.

  “It was nice,” Caprina was curt. “Did you have a nice day, Scotty?”

  The more she called him that, the more Scott hated it. “I did, Ma’am.”

  “Good, good.” Caprina got into the car and buckled up. Scott entered the driver’s side and started the car again. They drove in complete silence until Caprina spoke again. “I want to talk to you about what happened last weekend.”

  Scott had long dreaded the conversation. “Yes, Ma’am?”

  “You are not to take orders from anyone except me for now on, got it?” Caprina ordered.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Scott was surprised at how calm Caprina was. He expected her to blow up.

  “Good. But I’m not letting you off this easy,” Caprina sighed, “I have something for you when you get back home.”

  And the fun starts. Scott felt silly for thinking Caprina would let him off easy. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  ****

  Caprina took the reins and dominated Scott during their sessions. It wasn’t anything BDSM-related; just hardcore and passionate sex. She got on top and rolled her body back and forth on his cock with both cowgirl and squatting positions. If Caprina had a surprise for Scott, she surely didn’t show it during their lovemaking. She took his cock whole and sucked on it until Scott came no less than three times in her mouth. She swallowed his cum and licked her lips. “Did you like that, Scotty?” she asked as she licked his balls.

  Scott could only nod. He was too spent from blowing his load multiple times. “Ye…ye…yes, ma’am.”

  “Good, that’s great to hear.” Caprina nodded. “Do you think you’ll be able to continue?”

  Scott’s dick already went limp. He had nothing else left in him. Not at least for another few hours. “I…I…I can’t, Ma’am.”

  “Good.” Caprina pulled out a device she had hidden underneath the pillows and placed it on Scott’s cock. She locked the device and put the key in her bra.

  Scott immediately woke up from his dream-like state. Some contraption was on his cock and he was pretty damn sure it wasn’t a cup. “What’s this?”

  “This,” Caprina stroked the device, “is a male chastity device. I hope you enjoyed all the pussy you could handle now because we’re not fucking until I feel like it.”

  Scott sat up in bed and moved away from Caprina. He looked down at his cock and there it was – a hard plastic device locked around his cock. It gripped him tightly and the only way he could remove it was with a key – that Caprina was holding. “Ma’am, this isn’t funny.”

  “It isn’t? Kinda like how I didn’t find it funny for you to obey Sanora and disrespect me last week?” She snapped.

  “Now Caprina…”

  Caprina slapped Scott across his face. “You know how to address me.”

  The sting of the slap burned Scott’s face. “Ma’am, I only did what I was told to do.”

  Caprina grabbed Scott’s face and held it to her attention. “I’m the only one you obey orders from. Not anyone else and certainly not that cunt-bitch Sanora, you got that?”

  Scott nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Good.” Caprina quickly dressed again. “Don’t worry about taking me back to the airport, I called a cab to pick me up as soon as I landed.” She picked up her suitcase and kissed Scott. “I’ll see you in a few weeks, Scotty.” She then left his home.

  Scott looked at the contraption on his cock. There was a small opening for him to pee through but the fun stopped there. Masturbating wasn’t an option and bathing was going to be an adventure.

  Scott sighed. Although he wasn’t entirely sure, he was pretty positive what Caprina was doing had nothing to do with BDSM at all.

  Chapter Eleven

  “You look like shit,” Jeff said.

  It had been two weeks since Scott last seen Caprina. The cock-blocking mechanism was still fiercely gripped around his cock. He wanted to masturbate but that was a no-go. Instead he carried the weight of blue balls around him. His balls ached and needed release but he was taught better. Even if he could masturbate, it would not do him any good. He contemplated cutting the contraption open but one false move and it would’ve been an embarrassing trip to the ER.

  Caprina was punishing him. Punishing him for something Scott was still unclear about. One thing that was very clear, however, was Caprina’s intimidation by Sanora. The woman got under Caprina’s skin. Sanora had wealth, influence, and connections – all things Caprina had. But there was one thing Sanora had that Caprina desperately desired – power. Sanora ran everything and She just wasn’t well-known in the Los Angeles BDSM scene from what Scott inferred. Sanora was well-known, period.

  “It’s been a rough couple of weeks,” Scott yawned.

  “No shit,” Jeff nodded, “you like hell, man.”

  Between board meetings and Caprina’s mind-fucking games, Scott was exhausted. No relationship should make him want to go to work. “I feel like it.”

  “So is everything okay between you and Caprina?” Jeff asked.

  “Why does everyone seem to ask me that question?” Scott already had to fight off the paparazzi on a daily basis. Someone tipped off his home address and Scott had to chase a photographer out from the bushes. Now his friends and family were questioning him. “Yes, everything is fine.”

  Jeff put up his hands defensively. “Don’t shoot the messenger.”

  “Sorry, man,” Scott sipped on his extra-strong coffee. “I’m not used to being the top news story.”

  “I get it. But bro, you haven’t been yourself, though. Your appearance is changing and not really for the better.” Jeff patted Scott’s growing tummy. “Who’s the father?”

  “I’ve put on a couple of pounds, yes, but that’s just stress.” Scott defended. “People deal with stress all the time.”

  “She’s fucking with you, man,” Jeff insisted. “Relationships aren’t supposed to stress you out.”

  “All relationships are stressful. It just depends on how one handles the stress.”

  “And you’re not handling it well at all.” Jeff shook his head. It disgusted him to see what Caprina was doing to his best friend. “Bro, come on. Tell me, alright? We’ve known each other since our freshman year in college. What’s going on?”

  Scott was too embarrassed to tell his best friend what was really happening. Would Jeff really understand The Lifestyle? That he was Caprina’s slave and at her beck and call? That he did whatever she wanted him to do, no matter how humiliating? It was a secret Scott would carry to his grave if necessary.

  But this is normal. This is how true love feels like, right? Scott’s heart and mind were in a tug of war between passion and logistics, need and want, desire and stupidity. It would be a battle he’ll have for as long as he was with Caprina: longing to please her but wanting to run far, far away.

  It didn’t occur to Scott that Caprina was his addiction. He didn’t just love her; he was obsessed with her. He needed her like one would need air. It was the most intense feeling he’s ever felt in his life. He craved her despite how unhealthy the relationship was. “Nothing, man. Everything’s cool.”


  ****

  Scott was on auto-pilot for the rest of the day at work. He pretended to pay attention at work but his mind was nowhere close to being functional. All he thought about was Caprina. What was she doing? What was she wearing? Was she feeling okay? Maybe he should call in and check on her. No, wait, he couldn’t do that. She would call him first. He just wanted to hear her voice. Just for a minute. Maybe he could call and leave a message. What would he say? I wanted to see what you were up to? Hey, how’s it going, beautiful?