Blissfully Hers: Bliss Series, Book Seven

by Hall, Deanndra

  “Yeah! The coffee shop is right across the street. There’s a lot two doors down. I’ll park there.” She opens the door and heads out, then turns around and comes back. I’m wondering what she’s going to do, and I don’t have to wonder long. Her lips touch mine and we’re locked in a hot, maddening kiss for about fifteen seconds. “See you there, my Panther.” I watch her shapely ass go as I grab my jacket and head out behind her.

  The coffee shop is almost deserted. I listen carefully to what she orders so I can order for her next time, then place my order and pay. When we sit down, she reaches across the table and takes my hand. “God, Brandt, tonight was … intense.”

  “Yeah. It was. When we first started, I was pretty scared.”

  “I could tell. But did you enjoy it?”

  “You know, I did! I didn’t expect to, but it was awesome. Painful, but really awesome.” That’s the moment the barista chooses to bring our coffee, and we thank him so he’ll leave quickly, but not before I’ve handed him two dollars for a tip. “Do you want to work up to more intense? Because I’d be willing to, I think.”

  “For me, it’s not about a level. It’s just about the act, and I have to say, I decorated you beautifully. Seeing that really did it for me.”

  “It sure seemed to. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so helpless and empowered at the same time,” I reply and take a sip of coffee.

  “Helpless and empowered. Hmmm. In what way?”

  “Well, helpless, um, obviously. But empowered? Like I could take control and agree to it. Like I accepted that I was going to allow it and then fell into it. I wasn’t afraid. I knew I could do it if I tried, and I did. That’s empowering.” It’s hard to put into words, but that’s the best I can do.

  “Since you said it that way, I get it. Makes perfect sense,” she says and takes a sip.

  “Oops. Froth.” I reach across and use the pad of my thumb to swipe it off her upper lip and when I do, she grabs my hand and pulls my thumb into her mouth. The smile she gives me around it is wicked, so, so wicked, and I love it. “Wouldn’t want to waste any of it, now would we?”

  “No. Not at all.”

  “Meant to ask you, were Boone and Melina scening tonight?”

  “Looked like they were going to,” she says. “They look extremely happy together.”

  “They are.” I hesitate before I say, “I’d like to find happiness like that someday.”

  “So would I. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could find it together?” Danielle asks and grins at me.

  “It would. So we just keep going like this?” Not knowing how this works, I don’t want to run afoul of any kind of unspoken creed.

  “Yes, until such time as I ask if you would like a contract.”

  “That’s something I don’t understand. What’s this contract thing?”

  As she speaks, she squeezes my hand. “Just what it sounds like. It’s negotiated between the two of us. I present it to you, you look it over, you tell me which parts you don’t like and how you want it changed. If I can do that, we agree. If not, if it’s something I feel strongly about, I’ll counter. We go back and forth until we either come up with something that both of us can live with, or we realize we won’t ever see eye to eye and decide to part ways.”

  Now I feel helpless again. “I see.”

  “I would never do that, wouldn’t even attempt it, until we know each other better and I know what it seems you would go along with and what you wouldn’t like.”

  “And what are the chances you’d even want to present me with a contract?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

  “At the rate we’re going?” I nod. “Pretty damn good, I’d say. Something horrible would have to happen between us for me to rule that out. But one thing we’ll have to do is meet each other’s families and decide how we all fit in together.”

  My heart sinks. That’ll be the deal-breaker. “You can’t meet my family. There’s no way.”

  “I have to. You’re going to have to move away from that thinking, Brandt.”

  “But I can’t.”

  She pats the hand she’s holding with her free one. “Let’s give it some time and see what happens. You may feel differently about it in a few weeks.”

  I won’t, and I already know that. I can’t let my family know that I’m a submissive. They’d never understand. But I can’t lose Danielle either. I don’t know what to do.

  I just know neither option is an option.

  I’m thankful when she changes the subject. “Tomorrow is Saturday. What do you usually do on Saturdays?”

  I shrug. “Nothing. Work, although that’s only if I have something that needs immediate attention. Otherwise, I … I mostly sit around.”

  “How about if we go over to Frills ‘n Thrills tomorrow and look around? Maybe buy a new toy or something?”

  “I can’t. My sister-in-law works there.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about Melina. Okay, well, there’s another adult store in town. It’s not as nice, but we could go there.”

  “Sounds good. Want to go to lunch first?”

  “I like that idea! Yeah, let’s do that. That’ll give me plenty of time to get Caleb set up for the day and fix a lunch for him.”

  “Okay. Do you want me to come and pick you up?”

  She shrugs. “Sure. Why not? I’ll text you my address. Noon?”

  “Noon is fine.” Her hand reaches out, palm up, and she wiggles her fingers. I guess I give her a confused look because she says, “Your phone. Hand me your phone.” Once I’ve handed it over, she pokes around on it.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Questioning your mistress?” she asks, one eyebrow rising.

  “No, but I’m not doing anything I shouldn’t, I promise.” I haven’t done one thing to make her not trust me, and it kind of hurts.

  “I’m not checking on that. I’m adding an app to your phone. I can track you by your number so I always know where you are. It’s made for parents to track kids, but it’ll work fine for us.”

  “Should you add it to your phone for me?”

  I get an eye roll in response. “You’re my submissive. Remember?” Ah. I see what she’s doing. Creeps me out a little bit, but it also makes me feel … secure? Safe? Handing the phone back to me, she says, “I suppose I should get home.” She rises, and so do I. “This was nice, and the evening was wonderful. Walk me out?”

  “Of course.” The night air is cool and there’s a slight breeze. The salt air here is completely different from what I’d experienced when I visited Mobile, and I’m surprised by it every time. When we get to her car, she turns and I smile down at her. “Thank you, Mistress. I’d kneel, but I think people around here might stare.”

  That makes her chuckle. “Yeah, that might be a bit awkward. Thank you for being a kind and attentive submissive. I feel fortunate to have found you, Panther.”

  “Thank you, Mistress. Until tomorrow?”

  “Until tomorrow.” I’m not sure what to do, so I take her hand and kiss it, then turn to walk away. “Brandt?”

  “Yes, Danielle?” I answer as I wheel and walk backward toward my car.

  “You are the epitome of a gentleman. Everything about you is perfection.”

  “All for you, mis … Danielle. All for you.”

  I’ve barely gotten inside the apartment when my text notification goes off. This evening was perfect, submissive. I can’t wait to play with you again.

  I feel the same way, Mistress. I hope it just keeps getting better and better.

  A minute goes by before she texts back. Goodnight, Panther.

  Goodnight, Mistress. Sleep well.

  I’m so happy I could die. Mistress is pleased with me. Panther. I’m her Panther. I love it.

  And I think I may love her.

  Chapter Four

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, brother! How’s it going?”

  “Good.” It’s eight thirty on Saturday morning and I can’t imagin
e why Boone’s calling me so early. “What’s up?”

  “Everybody will be here later in the day, and I wanted to know if you could go to dinner with us this evening.”

  What? What the hell is he talking about? “Everybody? Who’s everybody?”

  “You know, our parents. Our other two brothers, their wives, and their kids. Big dinner. Uh, I’m pretty sure I told you about it.”

  “Um, I’m pretty sure you didn’t. I would remember that. So you’re making the big announcement?”

  “Yep.” He told me to keep it quiet, and I have. They were scared to death something would go wrong, but she’s made it through the first trimester, so I guess they decided it was time.

  “What time?”

  “Six thirty?”

  “Six thirty is good for me. Where am I going?”

  “Our house.”

  “I’ll be there. Anything else?”

  I hear him snicker. “Yeah. Beautiful is welcome to come too.”

  “Oh, hahaha,” I snarl back.

  “I’m serious. That would be awesome. So anyway, six thirty and we’ll see you then.”

  “Yep. I’ll be there. Bye.” God, I wanted to get off the phone with him before he started playing twenty questions with me again. That’s pressure I don’t need.

  I’m starting to get concerned until I get out of the shower and check my texts. Sure enough, Danielle’s address is there, so I put it in my GPS. Twenty minutes away. A look at the clock tells me I’ve got almost two hours before I’ve got to leave, so I sit down and try to read. Then I think of something and grab my laptop.

  My favorite search engine is on my desktop, so I click the icon and type something in the search bar. Up pop several websites, and I choose one―Kinky Galore dot com. There’s a whole menu, so I scroll down through them until I find male submissives. Up pops a page full of videos, their titles and a brief description underneath, so I choose one that sounds interesting and click on it.

  The video begins and there’s a Dominatrix decked out in leather from head to toe. In her hand she has a flogger, a purple and black one, and there’s a submissive wearing a ball gag and nothing else kneeling in front of her. He looks a little terrified, but the swell of his cock tells me he’s also turned on. As I sit there and watch, I find myself in the same situation, so I just unzip, wrap my hand around my growing hardness, and lose myself in the video. The way the falls stripe his back, the way he moans and cries out, the wicked smile on her lips, the whole thing electrifies me. I want that so badly, to be used and commanded by Dani that way and to worship at her feet. When he kisses the toes of her stiletto boots, I almost weep. How glorious―how totally and utterly glorious.

  After that one, I watch another where the guy has some kind of cage thing over his cock, and it looks excruciating. As the Dominatrix teases him, I feel the effects of her ministrations in my own balls, and I wonder how that cage would feel. Would it be painful? And what’s the purpose? I’ll have to be sure to ask Danielle.

  I watch yet another one, and in this one the submissive is dressed like a pony, with these weird hoof shoes and some other weird things. And a tail sticking out his ass. That’s interesting. I watch that for a little while, watch his mistress brushing him and petting him, and I’m overcome with emotion. Even though that doesn’t look like something I’d want to do, he seems content, and I can tell he feels loved and wanted. If it meant I’d be treated that well, I’d gladly do that for my Mistress.

  Then I glance at the clock and realize if I don’t leave soon, I’ll be late, and I would think that would be a great infraction of the unspoken rules. Nope―don’t want to be that submissive.

  When I pull up to the curb in front of Danielle’s house, the very first thing I notice is all the flowers. They’re everywhere, and it’s breathtaking. The house itself isn’t big or fancy, but it’s neat and cute. I’m almost halfway to the front door when it opens and she steps out. “I was coming to get you,” I tell her.

  Her cheeks go just a little pink. “I’d rather you didn’t meet Caleb until we know each other a little better, if that’s okay.”

  She wants to protect her son. How could I fault her for that? “Of course. That’s fine. I understand.”

  “Thanks. Ready?”

  By the time we get to the adult store, we’ve talked about the weather, my car, and where I live, not to mention the praise I give her for that beautiful yard of hers. “Well, here we are,” I say as I help her from the car. “Anything in particular we should be looking for?”

  “Not that I’m aware of, but if you see something that interests you, don’t be shy. Just tell me and we’ll talk about it.” She reaches for the door but I step around her and grab it. “Oh! I forgot. Sorry. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, Mistress,” I whisper. I know she doesn’t want me to call her that in public, but I’m not sure if this qualifies. We are shopping in an adult store, after all.

  I think I’ve only been in one of these before, and it’s sure nothing like the store Melina works in. Heavy metal pours from tall speakers in the corners and the sales floor is almost pulsing. There are all kinds of people shopping―a guy with a mohawk and piercings in his eyebrows, a woman in nothing but a latex bodysuit, a couple who look to be in their sixties wearing orthopedic shoes, and a man in a suit and tie leading a young woman in a business suit around with a collar and leash. It’s almost sensory overload for me, honestly. I’m having trouble processing all the sights.

  I just follow Danielle around. I’m not sure what else to do. It doesn’t seem to bother her, and I feel safer that way, not that I feel threatened. I just don’t want to get into trouble with her. She stops at a rack of items and starts looking through them. “What do you think about this?” It’s basically a leather thong with a pouch in the front, and when she holds it up, I can feel my cheeks warming.

  “Um, if that’s what you want me to wear, Mistress, then that’s fine.” I think that’s the right answer.

  She looks my fully-clothed form up and down and grins. “Yes. I think I do.” Then she goes back to looking through the rack. That’s when I spy them, and head for the rack on the far wall.

  I feel her presence beside me as I stand there looking. “So, my Panther, what did you find?”

  Package in hand, I turn to her. “I saw one of these in a video. How does it work exactly? And why?”

  She takes it from me and smiles. “Ah. Cock cage. It goes around both your cock and balls and I put a little padlock on it. See?” Her finger points at the underneath side of it and I nod. “You can’t take it off. I have to.”

  “And the purpose?”

  “To keep your mind where it needs to be―on me and my needs. And so I know you’re not going to be doing something you shouldn’t while we’re not together.”

  I can feel my jaw drop before I say, “Uh, um, I would never do anything like that!”

  Her eyes look into mine, a deep, hard stare, and then she pulls back and blinks almost like I’ve shocked her. “You know, I don’t believe you would. You were faithful to your wife, weren’t you?”

  The embarrassment I feel is huge, and I’m not sure why. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “And you were a minister. I have no reason to believe you’d ever do anything you shouldn’t behind my back, Panther.”

  “So I would never need one of those,” I muse.

  “That might not be true. I could use it as a reminder of our relationship, or to make you more desperate when we’re together, or just because I like to see you suffer. There are plenty of reasons. Right now, I don’t think you’re anywhere near ready for something like that.”

  Part of me is very relieved, and another part is hugely disappointed. For some reason I’m really intrigued by the thing. Just as she puts the package back on the rack, I hear a voice say, “Do you guys need any help?” We turn to find a girl who looks to be early twenties with green and blue striped hair and wearing hot pink lipstick.

  “Actually, I�
��d like to fit my submissive here with a collar. What do you have?” Danielle asks, and I’m shocked. I didn’t know she was going to want that.

  “There’s a good selection in that case over there. If you want to go on over there, I’ll get the key and I’ll be there in just a second.”

  My heart skips a few beats when Danielle takes my hand and leads me that way. We stop at the case and peer in. There are all kinds, all sizes, and with different decorations on them, but most of them look to be for female submissives. That’s kind of disappointing. When the young woman comes back, she points to the far end of the counter. “Male collars are down there.”

  There aren’t as many, but there’s a good selection. Most are leather of some sort, and some of them have studs on them, either plain flat studs or pointed spikes. I’m hoping she doesn’t choose the latter. To my surprise, she asks, “Do you see one you like?”

  I’m still staring down into the case when my gaze falls on a chain. It looks like a curb chain, so I’m not sure how that’s supposed to work. “What about that one?”

  “That’s a good choice. It’s pretty easy to hide under clothes and even if it shows, it just looks like a regular chain as long as you keep the rings in the back.” The young woman pulls it out and I reach for it, but she ignores my outstretched hand and gives it to Danielle.

  “How does it clasp?” Danielle asks.

  “Captive ball ring. Put it on like a choke collar and then put the ring through and screw the little ball on. So it doesn’t really lock, but it’s very sturdy.”

  “Hmmm.” Danielle stands there, looking from the chain to me, back and forth. “Could he try it on?”

  “Sure! Here. Let me help you,” the lady offers and takes the chain. I bend my knees enough that she can pull it around my neck and in seconds, it’s secured. “Oh, yeah. That looks great on him. Very nice.”

  “It really does. How does it feel?” Danielle asks me.

  “I like it. It’s got a good substantial feel to it, like it’s sturdy and will hold up well. And it’s chrome, so it should last.” I don’t know if she can tell, but I’m a little excited about this.