Retraining the Dom

by Jennifer Denys

  His expression turned bland as she finished. She couldn’t tell if he would go along with this or not. It was one thing to introduce him to the use of the flogger for sensation play, another matter altogether to treat him as a naughty schoolboy and give him punishments.

  Olivia stood and crossed her arms. “Now, if you don’t want any more assume the position.”

  He stormed over to her and stood scowling at her for a minute. She wondered if he was calling her bluff, but when she didn’t move away or retract he reluctantly bent over, his body rigid.

  “I know you don’t like this, but if you were in my place wouldn’t you punish your sub for swearing, for disrespect, and for not obeying your instructions?”

  Trey turned his head to stare up at her. “Yes, but I’m not a sub by nature, and this is hard!”

  Waiting until he settled Olivia smoothed her hand over his lovely butt.

  "Very nice." She chuckled when she felt him tense even more. She knew enough by now to know it wouldn’t be easy for him as he didn't like being dominated. Actually neither did she, at least, not by people she didn't trust.

  A swift smack, then another to the right and two more to the left buttocks. The sound of the slaps echoed around the room even though they weren’t particularly hard. It was a lesson in humiliation, not intended to be painful.

  "That's your four punishments. Now let’s get back to working on your control. Uh-uh. Stay where you are." Olivia had to press a firm hand on his back to indicate her wish for him to remain there as he went to stand up.

  "Livvy!"

  When she dealt another punishment, this time putting her full weight behind it, she was rewarded with a loud exclamation.

  “Ouch!”

  This was followed by something he said under his breath.

  Ignoring the pain in her wrist from having to be that hard, she bent her knees to bring her face down to his, her smarting hand on his back. "What was that?" She was sure he’d called her a bitch.

  "Mistress Olivia." He almost shouted it at her.

  "Very good. Now where were we?" Looking down between his splayed legs she saw he was still partially erect and reached out to grasp him—very firmly indeed.

  Trey jumped. "Jesus, Livvy!"

  She let go immediately, and not because she was squeezing him too tightly. There was one thing she'd learned over the years, that with pretty much most men, a woman was never firm enough. A man knows exactly how hard he can be with himself. On the other hand, some men liked a gentle grip.

  "So you don't want me to touch you?"

  "I didn't say that."

  "Then how should you address me?" She was beginning to thoroughly relish this, not once thinking that she could really be in control of this man out of all the members in the Club, and was glad Sean had asked her. It was challenging.

  He was very tense when he spoke. "Mistress Olivia."

  "Yesss ... and what do you want me to do?" She enjoyed teasing him.

  "Don't push me!" Trey's tone was quiet, but full of intent as he stood up, refusing to play along any more.

  Time to move on. She had another plan to show him who was in charge and simply raised a supercilious eyebrow at him before moving to a drawer to retrieve a blindfold. His eyes narrowed as he saw what she had, but he didn’t say anything, although his body was stiff with tension as she put it on him, his hands clenching and opening, then closing again.

  “Very good. As you know, this session is about control, and we will see how well you control yourself with no sight.”

  He raised his hands to touch the eye covering. “Shit, Livvy. I hate this.”

  Her voice was soft as the vulnerability came through in his comment. “I know. It also demonstrates to you how defenseless the sub is and how much they trust us. So back to where we were.”

  Kneeling between his legs again she proceeded to stroke her fingers along his bobbing cock that re-hardened as she touched him.

  “Now, Trey, you still haven’t said why Marilyn bothered you.”

  “Olivia!”

  “Yesss.”

  He groaned. “She reminded me of someone. A long time ago.”

  “Was this person a mouthy sub?”

  “Hardly.” Trey shook his head.

  Olivia considered this. “Or maybe you crossed swords with a Dominatrix.”

  It was her turn to laugh, until she noticed that Trey wasn’t joining in. Intriguing.

  “She was someone who abused others.”

  That was unexpected, and confusing. “So what is it about SM that you enjoy, then?”

  He groaned. “I thought you said you weren’t a shrink?” Olivia rolled her eyes. “Okay, though I’m not sure I can explain it. Why does anyone like being hit?” He shrugged. “I like being in charge. The one wielding the implement, knowing that the other wants to be struck.”

  His tight face told her he wouldn’t disclose anything more. Well, it was something for now. But she’d ask him again another time when he wasn’t thinking clearly. She was determined to get to the truth.

  Continuing to tease him, her fingers worked their way to his balls, and she played with them like they were marbles or something bigger, rolling them in the palm of her hand, gently squeezing. Trey widened his legs. Good. This was a sign that he was enjoying her ministrations.

  But Olivia stood up instead of continuing.

  “Grrrr.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Are you growling at me, Trey? Tut tut. I think you deserve a punishment for that.”

  “Shit, not another spanking?”

  “Umm, no.” Olivia retrieved an item she had palmed into her pants pocket as she had stood at the cabinet—a butt plug. A small one to be sure, as she didn’t know if Trey was used to wearing them. She tried taking off the sterile plastic covering as quietly as she could, but Trey clearly heard the rustle.

  “What’s that?” He sounded anxious.

  She sniggered. “You’ll see. Now bend over again.” He reluctantly settled. In the meantime, she quickly retrieved a bottle of lube that was handily on a nearby table coating the plug liberally. When he was in position Olivia rimmed his anal sphincter with the toy. However, she wasn’t expecting him to suddenly jump forward and pull off his blindfold. Startled, she stepped back.

  His disbelief and anger were evident when he looked at the sex toy in her hand. “You are kidding me! There is no way you are putting that in me.”

  Waggling it in his direction, she said, “Oh, Trey. You disappoint me. I thought you were more adventurous than that.”

  He put his hands on his hips. “How exactly will having that inside me teach me control?”

  Olivia responded by crossing her arms. “Because you will find it even more difficult not to come as I suck you. And it will also give you a taste of what it is like for your subs when you tell them to hold back in this situation.”

  “You’re going to suck me again?” He sounded hopeful, and then he seemed to notice how submissive that sounded. “If you leave me like this I’ll tell all your subs you are nothing but a tease.”

  She chuckled. “I’ll continue, but you have to get back into place.”

  His reluctance appeared to war with his desire. The latter won, and he cockily sauntered back to his former position, giving her the impression that he wasn’t giving in but doing what he wanted anyway. It was rather difficult however, getting the plug into him as his body was so tense.

  Olivia stroked his back and buttocks to soothe him. “Try to relax, Trey, otherwise it could hurt. Think what you tell your subs in this situation.” There was silence. “You do get your subs to relax before you insert a plug, don’t you?”

  He snorted. “Generally my subs are begging for it.”

  “Not quite the answer I wanted, but if doing this makes you more aware of this type of situation in future, all to the good.”

  As he was still resisting the plug, Olivia decided that other action was called for and she reached down beneath him to grip his cock ag
ain. She sniggered to herself as he started. A few gentle squeezes, and then she began to pull him up in a pumping action hoping he would be so busy concentrating on what she was doing to his penis that he would ease up the tension in his back passage. Her other hand, meanwhile, was working on the plug, slowly moving it in a circular motion.

  Clutching him harder and harder she felt him shudder. That was the moment Olivia was waiting for, and she pressed the plug in with a pop.

  Trey staggered on his feet. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Shit, woman! Are you trying to kill me? Oh dear God.”

  Worried that Trey was in pain, Olivia frowned. She’d never had such a reaction from her subs before. “Are you all right? Let me remove it.”

  “Noooo.” She stopped, her hand arrested on the handle of the plug. “No. Leave it, but for God’s sake go back to what you were doing to my cock, woman.”

  Stunned just for a moment, she let out a barking chortle. She wasn’t entirely sure who was dominating this scene. “Okay, but stand up straight or your legs will cramp.”

  Trey stood uneasily. He had a strange look on his face as he adjusted to the feel of the toy. It was a mixture of pain, bliss, and something that looked like he needed to poop.

  Olivia stroked her hand sensuously around his body first enjoying the feel of his flat stomach, before doing as he commanded. Lowering her palm she rubbed it firstly in the pre-cum dripping out of his tip then wound it around to coat his shaft. He was hot and throbbing—and very erect.

  Shifting uncomfortably on her own feet, Olivia, too, was throbbing, and wet, her panties feeling very damp. She hoped Trey didn’t have a strong sense of smell as it would give her away. This wasn’t the time to give in to her desires—if ever. She would have to make do with touching him under the guise of teaching him a lesson in control.

  Without letting go of his cock she walked around his body dropping to her knees in the front and took hold of him in both hands.

  “Now, let’s get see if we can get you hotter.” Whirling him between her palms like she was trying to start a fire, his own juices making it easy, she then changed what she was doing and started slapping him back and forth.

  Trey moaned. Actually it was more of a groan—of agony.

  Olivia was highly amused and ducked her head to suck his ball sac into her mouth, pulling one into her mouth before letting it out with a pop, then the other, gently nibbling the skin around them. He staggered, and she felt him put a hand out to her head. She stopped, but he didn’t clasp her head this time, just steadied himself.

  That was all right, but she could feel his balls tightening as she continued pumping him. “Don’t come, Trey.”

  His answer was a strangled grunt.

  Varying her tactics she left his balls and teased his cock, running her nails along its length then dipping her tongue into the hole at the tip. Each change kept him on edge. She knew he would nearly be there, and then each time she denied him release. Trey might be expert at sado-masochism, but dominance was her forte. She knew how to bring a man to his knees.

  When he started trembling violently, it was time. “Come for me, Trey.” Taking his head deeply into her mouth she sucked as vigorously as she could until he spurted into her mouth. He tasted salty, hot, sticky. Delicious.

  Trey shouted his climax. “Yessssssss, oh dear God, yessssss, yesss, yes.” He was breathing heavily and trembling.

  Wiping her mouth Olivia finished the scene with a parting shot. “So you see, Trey, you might think you are in control during a scene like this, but actually it is in the sub’s hands. Or even her mouth.”

  Chapter Six

  Olivia was biting her lips as she gripped the arms of the chair. Trey was plundering her pussy with his mouth. He could see she was trying not to moan.

  He grinned. It was payback for what she did last time, and he guessed she was now regretting arranging this particular scene. She had informed him that he was probably the sort of person that didn’t bother with finesse in his sex, such as pussy play. Trey silently admitted that he was a “slam into the girl” type of man with very little foreplay, his subs thoroughly enjoying his long length, but he wasn’t going to tell Olivia that as she had a bad enough opinion of him as it was.

  As she discarded her pants and instructed him to kneel in front of her he was rather puzzled. However, when she placed her legs over the arms of the chair and told him to show her how he sucked pussy he didn’t respond verbally, but gave her an expression of “you’re joking”, which she apparently found extremely amusing.

  “You can’t do it.” Her mocking taunt was enough to rile him, and he knelt in front of her. He’d done so many things he never thought he would do in this “retraining” that giving her some cunnilingus was easy. Glancing down he saw that her pussy was neatly trimmed. He was used to seeing subs who’d shaved all of it off. It made a change. He smiled wryly. It seemed almost virginal.

  So bemused was he that he idly stroked the back of his fingers over her dark bush, tinged with white. She might dye her head, but didn’t bother down here.

  “What are you doing, Trey?” She was using her “schoolmarm” voice again.

  Chuckling, he told her. “Exploring you. You’ve examined me. I’m just returning the favor.”

  “Well, explore with your mouth.”

  He chortled. She seemed disconcerted that he was taking his time. Using his fingers to push aside her pubic hair, he exposed lovely pink labia. Nice and large, just the way he liked. For a few moments he just played with the nice plump lips.

  “Treyyyy!”

  “Just preparing the way, oh Mistress.” Before she could reprimand him he dropped his head, finally getting stuck in. Holding her lips open, his tongue swirled along the inner edge, tasting her sweetness. Dipping the tip of his tongue into the entrance to her vagina briefly, he laughed inwardly when she sucked a breath in.

  Oh, she likes that!

  He lifted his head to suck her rapidly engorging clit into his warm, wet mouth, biting gently, then not so gently. His hands were clasped around her quivering thighs holding her tight to him.

  I’ll show her who’s in charge. Trey jabbed a tongue into her pussy again in imitation of the act he really wanted to do. In the meantime, he intended to demonstrate that he could give the best cunnilingus she’d ever had and swirled around her clit giving it a tongue-lashing. She pulled away suddenly, which made him aware of how sensitive she was. Releasing her clit he plunged into her pussy again tasting her juices as they trickled out.

  As her legs started trembling he pushed them over his shoulders. Glancing upward he could see her head was thrown back and her hands tightly gripped the arms of the chair. Pressing his forehead into her mons he attacked her clit, sucking harder.

  “Urrgh.” She clearly couldn’t stop the unwitting cry that came out of her mouth as she started bucking into his face, the heels of her stilettos digging into his back as she came.

  Eureka!

  Trey lifted his head when he felt her relax back down, her breathing steadying once more as he idly stroking her thighs. “Wasn’t that right?”

  Glaring at him, she said in a rasping voice, “Pig, you know perfectly well that was … the correct technique.”

  Wondering if she meant to say anything else like, “that was wonderful”, he smirked at her. When he set his mind to it he knew he could be very, very good. It was just that he couldn’t be bothered most of the time.

  “Who’s the daddy now?”

  Olivia chuckled. “Only when I’m not being mommy.”

  Trey tensed, his fingers digging into her legs.

  She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head. “Bad choice of words.” Seeing her eyebrow lift in curiosity, he cursed, knowing she wanted more explanation. “I had a bad childhood. You don’t want to be my mommy, believe me.”

  She was quiet for a moment, and then unleashed one of her unexpected questions. “Okay, we’ll discuss that further another time. But tell me, wh
en was the last time you actually sucked a sub’s pussy?”

  Trey sat back on his heels startled, dropping Olivia’s legs to the floor as he ran his hand through his hair, part of him relieved she wasn’t forcing that issue, part of him unable to answer her query. “Christ, Livvy. God knows. I was never particularly interested in their pleasure. In fact, even when I have done oral sex I never did it for their enjoyment, just my own—you know, biting, keeping them on edge, denying them release, that sort of thing.”

  It didn’t seem to surprise her. Her voice was soft when she said, “Therein lies the problem. Have you actually ever gotten any enjoyment out of your scenes? Or was it about dominating for power? For control?”

  The emotions going through him were too rapid to take in properly. He was stunned that she knew him well enough analyse him correctly, and then he felt guilty, possibly because he’d never cared about his subs. And then anxious that she was going to guess the truth. On the other hand, Olivia might be someone he could trust implicitly. But this wasn’t the time.

  He blanked his face as he retreated emotionally, not answering her question. Moving forward again, he pushed her legs wide so he could insinuate his body closer to hers. The sight of her luscious breasts pushed up by the tight purple corset she wore, the tantalising tattoo on her right breast—most of it below the line of the garment he thought, increased his desire, and his cock throbbed, pressing against his jeans. That, and her long, long legs he’d had fantasies about being wrapped around him.

  Down, boy, she’s not giving it to you. At least, not yet.

  But her breasts were too much of a lure to ignore and taking hold of her corset laces he started loosening them to ease the two halves apart, wondering if she would stop him. She stiffened and started to sit up, but surprised him by letting him go on.

  The laces were the sort that tied at the bottom. Trey stopped when he saw the ring in her belly button, and the chain that went through it which was fastened to something further up.