by Jack Quaiz
He placed the steaming potatoes on the table next to a bowl containing hot eggs scrambled with a hint of mustard. Stepping forward, he offered her a wineglass filled with excellent orange juice. “Will you join me for breakfast my dear?”
She accepted with a smile and sparkling eyes. Over breakfast they discussed the latest issues that had developed in their relationship. Love was obviously starting to blossom. Unfortunately, an intense D/S relationship prevented many activities and conversations that were important to the healthy growth of a relationship. Cole understood it a little better than she did, but as he explained his thoughts, she quickly realized that they had to make some new rules.
With two logical minds hard at work, it only took an hour to lay the groundwork for their mutual agreement. Their first point was to keep the rules flexible. They decided that they would not maintain their master/slave roles all the time, only when they were both in the mood. Serious play sessions could be planned in advance, but due to their hot chemistry, spontaneous play would be inevitable and they agreed to enjoy it whenever it happened. They would also schedule non-kinky activities just like vanilla couples did. She enjoyed watching foreign art films, so he agreed to go along. He enjoyed shooting, which she reluctantly agreed to try.
Monica made it a point to tell him that their paddle play had been nowhere near her limit. Next time, she wanted to play harder, if it pleased her master.
Cole brought up the fact that they were not using condoms and needed to be very careful if they had any sexual contact with others.
Monica was thinking farther ahead. “Howard, did I tell you what a big turn-on it is for me to be the partner of a pro-dom?”
“Yes, I think you mentioned it,” he said, wondering where this was leading.
“Well, I’d like you to keep doing it.”
He was obviously surprised, “You would? Wouldn’t you be jealous?”
“Maybe, but I bet we can work something out,” she said with a husky, lustful voice. “You know how the erotic SM stories often have a woman who helps the dominant male? I’ve always thought that would be a fun role to play. Does that sound like something you’d be willing to consider?”
“Hmmm, you mean the girl who gives the beautiful captive victim a bath and dresses her in a sexy silk gown?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean!” her eyes were wide, “ I think that’s so hot! What do you think?”
“Well, if I had an assistant, she’d have to be submissive and extremely beautiful. I’d want her to have dark brown eyes and a great body. Do you know anyone like that?”
Their conversation dissolved in swirl of laughter and hugs. Once again they had found something they had in common.
To celebrate their success, they moved to the bedroom intent on simple vanilla lovemaking. To their surprise, their chemistry was too strong and they each fell into their dominant and submissive roles automatically. Cole wrestled her into position for a nice sexy spanking, pulling down the flannel pajamas. He noticed that her bottom was completely unmarked, which seemed a little strange after last night’s paddling. Attempting to rectify the situation, he proceeded to give her a good hand spanking.
Monica started her sexy pre-orgasmic breathing after only a minute of delicious hand impacts on her soft, yet firm, ass. When they could stand the building sexual tension no longer, they paused a few seconds to strip, then leaped back onto the bed.
She found herself on her back, looking up at Cole, kneeling between her legs and sporting a huge erection. He quickly slid both his arms under her knees and brought his hands up to her wrists. Then, gripping her wrists and pinioning her hands next to her shoulders, he held her legs open with his arms. He looked down on her pretty shaved cunt and allowed his demanding cock to pause at her greedy orifice. Her eyes widened as he began to penetrate her sensitive vaginal passage.
He forced himself to take his time. She was very tight, so he paused halfway in and bent down to kiss and nibble her breasts for a minute. Slowly filling her with his manhood, he barraged her with sexual commands. “Serve your Master now slut.” “Shove your cunt forward for me, my little sex toy.”
When her lubrication was just right, he started thrusting faster. “Tell me what you need to come now, you little strumpet.”
“Just keep fucking me like that Master!”
She came quickly and violently, with strong pelvic thrusts and it was all he could do to hold her down. When she was finished he said, “Hold still for me now Little One”. With her wrists still locked in his grip and her legs held wide open, she held still obediently while he took his pleasure. She looked up at him with a feeling of satisfaction. Not because of her own intense orgasm, but because she had given her master pleasure.
When they were able to speak rationally, they decided that they would each attend to their own business and meet again that night for a movie downtown. They were both feeling sated at the moment and agreed that their next play session would be in a week. Cole explained to her that he used the basement photo studio as a dungeon.
“You have a basement? Can I scream down there?” she asked.
“Of course, my little pain slut, the neighbors will never hear a thing.”
“Oh God, I can hardly wait. I love to scream, but I’m always afraid that someone might hear me.”
He wouldn’t show it to her now as he wanted it to be a surprise when she returned later for a heavy play session. They were so excited, it was hard for them to part. With a quick hug and kiss, she drove off in the direction of her home near downtown.
CHAPTER SIX
It took Monica about forty minutes to drive across the bridge and return to her place on Capitol Hill. Her apartment was one of three that had been created by subdividing a lovely old home. The rent was steep, but the location close to downtown saved her nearly two hours commuting time each day compared to her previous apartment in Auburn.
After placing a load of clothing in the washing machine, she went on to give the place a thorough cleaning. She actually liked housecleaning. It gave her time to think. Mostly she thought about Cole. She couldn’t decide if she should think of him as Howard or Master. She did know that she was starting to fall in love. Her study of D/S relationships had warned her that strong emotions were the rule between D/S couples. I’m not going to make any hasty decisions, she promised herself.
She played back the previous evening in her mind to see if there were any danger signs. If Cole had intended to hurt her, he would have done it by now, she concluded. Breakfast this morning had been a big surprise. She couldn’t remember any of her previous lovers or boyfriends making breakfast for her. This guy just might have the makings of a good husband. That thought produced a big smile. For some reason, she always felt better dating a man who was potential husband material. It kept her from feeling that she was wasting her time.
When she had been in his study, she had noticed some diplomas and various certificates on the wall. Apparently Howard was an attorney. She had never really liked lawyers. Perhaps it required a big ego to work in the courtroom. Her only lawyer friend had always referred to her colleagues as “asshole attorneys”, but Howard was unlike any attorney she had ever met.
Later that night, they met downtown to see a French film with subtitles. Monica alternately cried and squeezed his hand with a grip that would have done credit to a gorilla. Afterwards, they found a quiet restaurant where they had coffee and dessert. They decided that she would arrive at his house next Saturday at five PM for a much anticipated play session.
Their horniness gradually built up to a fever pitch during the week. Cole told her to masturbate as much as she wanted, since he didn’t think it would detract from her enjoyment of their play. On Saturday, Monica went shopping with her friend Jennifer at a local lingerie store. She wanted to find just the right item to please her master.
Cole spent much of Saturday afternoon preparing the basement dungeon. He wanted to provide her with a more intense scene tonight. Heavier
impact play on her sexy ass and something to excite those amazing tits, he thought. He was getting pretty excited just thinking about it. Time to take a deep breath and cool off, he told himself.
First, he vacuumed the hardwood floor, since the cleaning woman was not allowed in the basement. The next priority was to arrange the play furniture to permit the type of play he had in mind. He preferred not to move his partner during a scene, so he tried to use one piece of equipment that would allow for multiple positions. He decided to use a small spanking horse that only supported the hips and a wooden bar that would hang from the ceiling.
The heavily padded top of the horse was only about four inches wide and twenty inches long. It was solidly supported by a pair of four by four posts set in a heavy platform. There were attachment points in the base for securing wrists and ankles. The ankles could be widely separated and there was an eyebolt in the base a few inches in front of the horse for attaching a waist belt to enforce a bending position.
The height of the horse was not adjustable. When someone was bending over it, they could be penetrated from behind by someone who was the correct height. Since Cole had built it himself, he made certain that the height corresponded to his own.
From the corner of the room, he selected a thick, five foot wooden dowel rod with multiple attachment points. Using a pair of black adjustable nylon cargo straps, he attached it to two points on the ceiling. Then he pushed the spanking horse into the center of the room under the suspended bar.
After a final cleanup of the dungeon, he left the house to run some errands. He stopped by his favorite trendy market for groceries and returned home to relax for the rest of the afternoon. His thoughts naturally turned to Monica. Their relationship was certainly unusual. I’ve never heard of a couple who meshed together so quickly and easily, he thought. No doubt there would be problems of some sort ahead, but he had a distinctly optimistic feeling that they would be able to work out every difficulty that came up.
He knew from his observations in the Seattle SM scene that kinky couples did not have a very long half-life. About six months, he estimated. Like highly radioactive elements, they seemed to dissipate their energy rapidly. Except for a few stable couples, people in the scene moved from partner to partner trying to find some elusive qualities that they felt they needed to be happy.
One of the biggest reasons for breakups was the custom of playing with others. At play parties and in private, people would often try to play with as many others as possible. This allowed them to sample the erotic wares of many people. Being human and vulnerable to temptation, many a bottom left their Top in search of a better SM experience. Tops left their bottoms to pair off with a sexier looking new partner or one who could take more pain. Sometimes a bottom would suddenly get tired of bottoming and become a Top, usually just in time to hook up with a bottom they found attractive.
Another problem he was aware of occurred when someone selected their long term partner simply because they were sexually compatible. After they had lived together for a while, the ordinary differences would become apparent and the couple would dissolve. Some couples tried to avoid this by not living together. Being single and having a kinky lover was quite popular in the scene. Cole thought this might be a possibility for him and Monica, but somehow it didn’t feel very satisfying.
In late afternoon, he started to think about dinner. They had neglected to make plans. Would she eat before she came over? Just then, the phone rang. It was Monica. “Hi Howard, I was wondering if I could cook dinner for you tonight at your house?”
“Of course, Monica. Should I pick up anything at the store?”
“Nope, I’ve got it covered. See you at seven?”
“Sounds great, I’ll see you then. By the way, the dungeon is ready,” he said to press her buttons a little.
“Oh Howard, I’m going to be really ready. Is it OK if I’m in role while I cook dinner?”
“Sure it is Little One, just don’t spill any hot liquid on yourself, that would be non-consensual,” he said with a grin.
“I’ll be very careful Master.”
After hanging up the phone, he reflected on the coincidence that she had called just as he was thinking about her. They certainly seemed to be on the same wavelength. He busied himself with some routine work in his office, then shortly before he expected Monica, he showered and dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt.
Monica arrived right on time. She was wearing a long coat that was appropriate for the damp, cool weather outside. After placing her grocery bag on the kitchen counter, she turned to Cole and said “Master, will this be all right to wear while I fix dinner?”
She removed the coat to reveal only a sexy red bra and panties. She was already stepping out of her white running shoes. He raised one eyebrow and said, “How could I object to such a beautiful Chef? I’ll just watch from the bar stool over there so I can tell you where to find things in the kitchen.”
They approached each other in the center of the kitchen and after a slight hesitation, gave each other a long hug. This certainly feels right, they both thought. He sat at the small breakfast bar so that he could watch her every move. She proceeded to fix a quick, healthy dinner while he watched the nicely toned muscles in her legs as she danced around the kitchen.
Just before she was ready to serve the meal at the dining table, he ordered her to remove her bra. The sight of her full, pouting breasts hanging delicately over the table while they ate was most pleasing.
The menu consisted of shrimp cocktails, a Thai chicken salad and a bottle of Washington State Semillon-Blanc. Cole explained that he would have only one glass. “I don’t like to drink and play,” he said. It was hard to keep his eyes off her breasts. The nipples were getting hard again and he knew she was thinking about what he might do to her shortly. The fact that she was wearing only a pair of bright red panties seemed out of place, yet deliciously appropriate.
Once again, Monica started breathing heavily. She had a hard time raising her eyes to look at her master. Displaying her breasts at the table for her master’s pleasure had elicited that delicious feeling of embarrassment and loss of control. She was barely able to finish her meal as she felt his eyes devouring her body.
When they were both finished, Cole announced what they would do next. “That was an excellent dinner, Little One. I’m very pleased. Before I show you the dungeon, I’d like to relax for a while. Come with me into the other room.”
She followed into a comfortably furnished room with a sofa, television and several well filled bookshelves. He had her sit on the thick carpet beside a large overstuffed leather chair and handed her a soft pink blanket with satin trim that reminded her of her childhood. She wrapped herself in the blanket and put her head against his knee while he picked up the Seattle Times and began to read. She noticed a slight odor of sweet tobacco in the room. Perhaps Master occasionally smoked a pipe?
Monica felt an unusual sense of security, a feeling of things being right. Sitting at her master’s knee while he read the newspaper seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She allowed her thoughts to drift and images of her childhood came into her mind. Her father had been away on business during much of her childhood, she recalled. She remembered a long forgotten scene that included herself at age twelve, waiting patiently for her father to return, then being told that he had been delayed indefinitely. In a flash of understanding, she realized that Cole was providing a strong male presence that she had been missing. She wrapped her arms around his leg and held on, simply enjoying the feeling of being safe and protected.
Twenty minutes later, she asked for permission to use the bathroom and her master said “Of course. Please put on a little more of that perfume, if you have it with you. What’s the name of it?”
“It’s called Anais-Anais, Master.”
“I see. It’s very nice,” he said in a pleasantly seductive tone.
She returned smelling quite delightful and resumed her position on the floo
r. After another ten minutes of reading, Cole said “Well, I think I’m about ready for a visit to the dungeon. How about you Little One?”
“Yes sir, I’m very ready.”
“Good. Come with me and bring the blanket. It looks nice on you.”
She followed as he opened the door to the basement and they descended the carpeted stairs together. She kept the blanket wrapped around her like a large towel leaving her shoulders bare. Underneath she had only her sexy red panties and her Anais-Anais. Her body shivered slightly with anticipation, though the air was quite warm.
She was surprised at how large the room was. It seemed to take up the entire area under the house except for a small bedroom and bathroom just at the bottom of the stairs. The ceiling was easily nine feet high. It was also unusually warm for a basement. The main room had an attractive hardwood floor which was the only thing that kept her from thinking of it as completely cozy. She looked around to see how much dust was on the smooth, polished floor only to find it perfectly clean. Something else to ask him about, she thought. Perhaps he had a housekeeper.