by Drew Sera
"Anthony, may I offer you some coffee?" Cathy asked him.
"Please, that would be great."
Cathy tended to the coffee while I told Anthony that all of the other Masters and Mistresses all had him in their top three lists. Once we had our coffee in hand, I led Anthony outside to the backyard and over to the covered patio.
"So, you graduate in a few weeks. I don't want to pull you away from your studies. You finish school first, and then you and I will begin."
Anthony looked a little stunned that I was telling him to concentrate over the next few weeks for school. His eyebrows were raised, and he smiled and nodded.
"Are the other mentors ok with that? I don’t want any special treatment."
I explained to Anthony that even though we typically have a few mentors with a new member, that wasn't going to be the case with him. And I know this probably really confused him as to why, but I wasn’t going to go into that. But now that I had him in a private setting without other Masters or Mistresses lingering about, I could talk to him about a few significant things.
“Anthony, I know you’ve been through tons of questions and interviews over the past two and a half days, but I have another question for you. You may have never even entertained this question or thought much about it yet. Tell me, what is it that you love most about being a Dominant?”
He sipped his coffee and his eyes never left mine. He was quiet for a few moments, and I told him not to be shy. I said to not worry about my reaction, but I just wanted him to tell me honestly what draws him to this lifestyle. With that bit of info, it’ll help give me the insight of where he’s coming from.
He confidently said, “The feeling.”
I smiled, arched an eyebrow and asked if it was the sex he was referring to. He shook his head. His response was one that I’d expect from a much older, more experienced Dom.
“I love the feeling of being needed and giving someone something that they need. Or want or desire. I love the look in the sub’s eyes, knowing that I met their need.”
Without a doubt, I knew that Anthony would begin transforming from a good Dom to one of the best I knew. It wasn’t because I’d be mentoring him, but because he gets it. He understands what this lifestyle is about on a much deeper level. I was so happy that I was going to be by this young man’s side as he explored and experienced much of this lifestyle.
“From the little time I’ve spent with you this weekend, I’ve learned that you’re a quiet one. But I’ve also learned that you’re constantly thinking and listening. You’re going to have to get comfortable talking to me. I do you absolutely no good if you aren’t comfortable enough to ask questions as they come up. Understand?”
“Understood.”
I wasn’t concerned at this point with Anthony and his communication. I think he knew the importance of it and I’m pretty sure if he had a question, he’d ask it.
“You have to be one hundred percent honest with me at all times as well,” I told him.
“I don’t have a problem with that. I can do that.”
I kept my eye on the clock so I could get Anthony to the airport in time to catch his flight. I showed him around the house and my playroom. He walked around and examined all of the furniture.
“My God, this stuff is made well. Like really well. I’ve never seen BDSM furniture made like this. Where do you get it?”
“You’d never guess.” I took a seat on the padded table as Anthony continued to look at the material on the spanking bench. “I know a guy in Oslo who made all of this for me.”
“Oslo? Norway?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck. It’s nice. Nordic kink.”
I laughed at his ‘Nordic kink’ comment and glanced at my watch. We needed to get going so he’d catch his flight. On the drive to the airport, I opted for casual conversation. He and I would be spending a lot of time together and the more I knew about him, the better.
Anthony loves football and is a San Francisco 49ers fan. I was a rival Seattle Seahawk fan so we gave each other shit about the teams. I dropped him off at the terminal and told him to study hard, graduate and then we’d begin.
“Thanks again, Blake. I promise, I won’t let you down,” Anthony said, reaching through the window and shaking my hand.
I waved at him as he walked away from the car. Never did it cross my mind that he’d let me down.
When I got home, I helped Cathy get the house ready for tonight. Tim and Dana were coming over for dinner and some play. We’ve played with Tim and Dana on a few occasions and it goes very well.
After dinner, we moved to the living room and our wives sat between Tim and me on the couch and were murmuring. Tim and I were talking over them a bit but it was hard to concentrate with the ladies talking.
“Dana, tell Blake what you said when I told you we were coming over for dinner and play,” Tim said.
Dana’s face grew red and I looked back at Tim.
“I told him that I hoped you’d be a good daddy to me.”
A thrill raced through my body and I grew warm quickly. I felt myself harden and my pulse speed up. There was something about the Daddy Dom/little girl role play that drove me fucking insane. Cathy wasn’t a big fan of it, but it did wild things to me.
“I can be a good daddy for you tonight.”
I reached across Cathy and ran my thumb over Dana’s breast while I kissed Cathy’s ear. Tonight was going to get wild.
“Darling, would you like Tim to use each of your holes for his pleasure?” I whispered in her ear.
Cathy smiled and nodded. She’s had sex with submissive men when she gets the urge to control and the need arises. But only on very few occasions has she had another male Dominant, which was Tim. I’ve been present for those special times and I always found it hotter than fuck.
“Darling, take your clothes off,” I instructed and stood up.
I led my naked wife over to where Tim sat and encouraged Cathy to bend at the waist and hold onto the arms on the chair. Tim unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection.
“Darling, your holes are for his pleasure tonight. Understand?”
Cathy smiled wide. I knew she enjoyed getting fucked by Tim. Tim loved to talk dirty and fuck hard, and Cathy ate it up. He was into humiliation and that was something else that Cathy could get off to.
“Dana, lick Blake’s horny wife’s pussy,” Tim instructed his wife.
I crouched down next to Dana and guided her head towards my wife’s pussy. I remained inches away while Dana used her tongue to toy with Cathy. I could hear noises confirming that my wife was getting a mouthful and Dana looked up at me with a pouty face. I reached out and stroked her cheeks.
“What’s wrong, sugar? I asked her.
“Cathy gets something to suck on. I want one too.”
Mmm, she was in a playful, naughty mood. I reached out and she took hold of my hand.
“Come here, sweetheart. Daddy has something for you, too.”
I guided Dana over to one of the big leather chairs and I pointed to a spot on the floor for her to kneel at. Before sitting down, I lowered my pants and gripped my erection.
“Here you go, baby. Here’s your lollipop.”
I tapped the head of my cock on her tongue as she lowered her head around my shaft. Her mouth felt good and every now and then she’d look up at me and smile.
“Can I ride on it?” she asked.
“Yes, baby girl. Come here.”
I waived a blue colored condom in front of her and she eagerly took it from my hands and slid it down my cock. I gripped her nipples as she bounced on me, while the sounds of my wife getting banged by Tim filled the room.
“Take it, cum slut,” I heard Tim pant.
I glanced around Dana’s bouncing body to see Tim buried up my wife’s ass. It was actually really hot.
“Mmm,” whined Dana. “Pay attention to me, Daddy.”
I frowned at her and slapped one of her tits.
“Baby g
irl, it’s not nice to interrupt Daddy. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
I pinched her nipples while she continued to bounce until I came. I reached down and pinched her clit and the moan that represented her coming screeched out. As the cries died down, she curled up content on my lap and placed her head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead.
Tim brought Cathy down and he took her to the bathroom to apply some lotion to her red, spanked areas. They sat together for a bit after the lotion had been taken care of and all the while I sat quietly with Dana in my arms. I could have sat here and held her all night. I was very content but in the back of my mind, I knew that for the most part, this was just a little part of Dana. This wasn’t something she delved into daily, which is why she worked so well with Tim. Dana liked to dabble and play the part of the bratty submissive who wanted to be disciplined here and there. She was in no way a 24/7 little girl and I began to wonder if they, in fact, existed within this lifestyle.
Chapter Eleven
April 1996
“What the fuck, Blake?”
I looked up from my desk at the sound of Paul's frustrated voice and my office door slamming shut. It hadn't even been ten minutes since I told my board of Masters and Mistresses that they all needed to remove Anthony from their lists because I would be his mentor. Just about everyone was happy, though disappointed that they wouldn't be able to take him. I reminded them that Anthony would be learning lots at the club and in many cases, will be gaining input from all of them. I just was going to hold onto those reigns carefully. Everyone had voiced that Anthony would get the most out of the program from me and that he was in the best hands.
Everyone felt this, but Paul.
And here he stood, getting ready to voice his issues. Which was fine, I had some issues to voice with him as well.
“What’s the problem, Paul?” I asked.
I stood and crossed the room to a small fridge I had in my office and grabbed a bottle of water. Paul wasn't going to come into this office and toss his weight around and try to intimidate me. I know his tactics and know them well as I watch him often in the club. By getting up and walking away from him, my actions showed him that I wasn't at all bothered by his unhappiness on the subject.
“Why are you taking on an applicant?”
“Paul, I often help with mentoring all of the applicants we select.”
“Help, yes. Take one on solely, no. You’ve never done that.”
I think I'm still taken aback by Paul’s behavior. He's never been so hung up on an applicant, and it wasn't sitting well with me that he was in here bitching about it. He wasn't willing to let this drop.
“Why does it matter so much to you, Paul? Why are you so bothered that I will be helping him?”
Paul stood there with his hands on his hips, fuming. I sat back down and waited for his answer.
“I wanted to work with him. He’s dark, Blake, like me. He could learn a lot from me. Besides, I think he should experience the other side of the slash.”
I rubbed my forehead. I was growing very tired of Paul and this weird obsession he was having.
“That's very bold of you to stand there and say to me. Might I remind you that the purpose of this mentoring program is to help the new Dominants become better Dominants, rather than use it for our own personal gain? We give them the tools to help them make decisions. We don't steer them in a direction. And if I'm honest, I’m a bit more than concerned that you want to steer him down a path.”
Paul relaxed and sat down in front of my desk. He seemed to be relenting some and wasn’t huffing and puffing, now that he knew I was acutely aware of what he was hinting at.
“What makes this kid such a golden boy?” Paul asked.
“He has a good head on his shoulders and wants to learn.”
“They all want to learn,” he countered.
Paul and I have been friends for many years, and I began to feel that our friendship would be tested due to Anthony unless I could make him understand. I sipped my water and looked at him for a few moments.
“Does the golden boy even have the money, or is he just blowing smoke up your ass, Blake?”
I didn’t care for his tone at all. He was pissed off about this.
“Not only did he already pay his annual membership fee, but he wired enough funds to prepay for five years.”
I sat back in my chair and watched the math calculation settle over his face.
“That little fucking prince wired you over one hundred grand?”
“No, Paul. A ‘little fucking prince’ didn’t wire me anything. Anthony Graves wired me one hundred, twenty-five thousand dollars.”
Paul rolled his eyes and quickly stood and began pacing.
“He’s doing something shifty to have all that money. No twenty-two-year-old has money like that. Not unless he’s some athlete or actor. And when I looked, nothing like that appeared in his file.”
“Nor did any criminal activity. Now knock it off, Paul. I think maybe you could use a little time away from Irons. Maybe you should take a few weeks off from coming to the club. You may return when you’ve dropped this chip on your shoulder.”
Paul looked at me as though the words that I was saying weren’t coming out of my mouth.
“Are we clear, Paul?”
He looked me straight in the eyes and nodded.
“Oh, we’re crystal clear, Blake.”
With that, Paul turned on his heel and left my office, slamming the door behind him.
Chapter Twelve
May 1996
“Anthony Davis Graves,” boomed through the microphone.
Cathy and I stood, clapping our hands loudly in support. A few rows in front of us stood Anthony’s father. On stage, Anthony shook the Dean’s hand, collected his diploma, flashed his million dollar smile and moved off stage.
After the ceremony, Cathy and I kept our distance but followed Anthony’s father through the crowd until he met with Anthony. It was an interesting interaction. I would expect a parent to be so fucking proud that they'd hug the shit out of their kid. Anthony's father hugged him, but even at my distance, I could see that Anthony would have rather that not have taken place.
“Come on, darling.”
I took hold of Cathy’s hand, and we walked up to Anthony and his father. Anthony was looking at his diploma with his dad when Cathy and I approached.
“Congratulations, Anthony,” I said, extending my hand toward him.
Anthony looked stunned and shocked that Cathy and I were standing in front of him. I could also see a hint of worry set in on his face, and I wanted to douse that concern quickly. I held my hand out to his father and introduced myself and Cathy.
“Blake Eriksson and this is my wife, Cathy.”
His father shook my hand and nodded at Cathy.
“Richard Graves, I'm Anthony's dad.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Richard. You have a fine young man here and must be very proud.”
Richard smiled and looked at Anthony while he nodded.
“Anthony has worked hard and is a strong young man. I'm so proud of all of his accomplishments.”
His dad was very wary of me, and he seemed to be watching Anthony's reactions to me. This struck me as very odd. I almost felt like his dad was trying to have a silent conversation with him, wondering who I was and how I knew his son. And Anthony seemed nervous as well.
“I own a business in Las Vegas and have been talking with Anthony about a possible job,” I said while looking at Richard.
While Richard was studying Anthony again, Anthony looked over at me, and I winked at him. He knew that I wouldn't do anything to let on to his dad what kind of business I ran. I'd use the job as a cover to have dinner with them.
Anthony's dad was a lot older than I would have expected. Anthony was only twenty-two, and I was expecting a man in his mid-forties to possibly early fifties as his father. Richard Graves was much older. He may have been in
his seventies.
Shifting nervously next to us, was Anthony. This was awkward for him, I could tell. I offered to take them to dinner and watched the two look at one another, unsure. Finally, Richard nodded and said he’d like for Anthony to have a celebration dinner. I let them pick the restaurant and then Cathy, and I followed them in our rental car.
“They’re kind of an odd father/son duo, don't you think?” Cathy asked me as soon as we got in the car.
“This might be a very insightful trip, darling.”
“They look like strangers or acquaintances.”
“I have a feeling they don't know each other well. Anthony moved to California when he was seventeen.”
“I think his dad bought your job line.”
“He did, but he was closely watching Anthony. It's puzzling. Maybe we’ll get more insight during dinner.”
Dinner was both fascinating and a little heartbreaking. Richard was inquisitive about the job in Vegas and commented to Anthony that he needs to keep his options open. I got the impression that Richard didn't want Anthony in Las Vegas. The longer we sat with them, the more I realized that there was something in their past that they’d never voice. Something in Las Vegas pushed these two together, and I doubt it was pleasant. I figured it was something within the family.
I could tell that Richard Graves cared about Anthony, but almost from a distance. Some things were clear to me after watching and listening to them through dinner. Neither of them knew one another, not like a healthy father and son. Richard was protective with Anthony, and I wouldn't say he walked on eggshells with Anthony, but he seemed cautious with what he said. I had a feeling that Richard was desperately trying to hold onto Anthony, but that Anthony wasn't holding onto anything. That saddened me. I had a fantastic relationship with my father, and when he died, it crushed me.
I got a little bold with my questions during dinner and knew it the second I hit a touchy spot. I regretted it instantly and felt sorry that I may have brought back a painful memory on this happy day for Anthony. It was a simple question that wouldn't have upset most people, but it was crystal clear it upset both of them.