Intense 2

by Hebert, Cambria

  We ran into each other on the street near the café we used to go to as students, and when she saw me, she frowned and put an arm around me.

  "What is wrong with you?" she said, squeezing my shoulder, her voice concerned. "You look like crap, and that's saying something. You're a mess. You haven't shaved, your hair is greasy, and your clothes…" She looked me up and down, shaking her head.

  I told her what happened – how Maureen had accused me of being a psycho for wanting to try bondage, and how she had finally left, obtaining a temporary restraining order so I wouldn't contact her, filing assault charges because I'd tried to stop her from leaving that fateful night.

  I had no surgeries booked due to the mess I was in.

  "You're a Dom, Drake," Lara said, as if diagnosing me. "You want control during sex. You also have a bondage kink. You need to get your head on straight, learn the rules and get your life together."

  I said nothing, certain she was right.

  "What do I do?"

  She smiled. "Let me teach you how. There are rules, there are skills, and there are techniques. You become my submissive and I'll teach you."

  "I'm not submissive," I said, frowning. "I don't like pain."

  "You need to understand what it means to have total control over someone else. You don’t just tie someone up and think everything's going to be OK. Let me show you how you introduce a new sub to BDSM. I'll explain everything and you can learn how."

  At that point, I was looking for anything to move forward and so it was a no-brainer. I trusted her. She helped me find out who and what I really was. I have no doubt about it.

  The first time we did a scene was at that very dungeon, in that actual room, and although we did nothing more than have sex in public, with me restrained, it was my initiation into the real world of kink. That first night, I was a reluctant sub, not really sure I wanted to be restrained or to have sex in front of complete strangers. But I turned myself over to Lara and let her lead me.

  She made me wear a pair of pants made of exceptionally fine leather that molded to my body, showing every bulge and muscle. I was shirtless during our scene, barefoot. A leather-clad Lara wore a tight leather mini dress that pushed her ample breasts up into delicious mounds. She also wore thigh-high leather boots. Her long platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a smooth ponytail that reached the middle of her back.

  She was beautiful in a cold, commanding way. She held a riding crop in one hand, which I eyed with suspicion, but she promised me it was just for show. She might run it over my body for sensory stimulation only. No pain would be involved unless I failed to comply, then the brief smack with it was only a reminder that I was to comply.

  Our scene took place in the corner of the dungeon near some leather-covered benches, next to the sex swing. A few people watched as Lara restrained my wrists and pulled them behind my back. She eyed me up and down while I waited, my pulse racing, for what was to happen next.

  "You know, when I found you again, I wished that you were a submissive, but you're not. However," she said and ran her riding crop over my shoulder and down my abs to my crotch. "You're going to have to let go of all your need for domination when you're with me. Do what I say or expect a smack with this."

  "I'll try," I said.

  "Try isn't good enough, Drake. Obey. It's simple."

  "What if I don't like what you tell me to do?"

  "You'll like it."

  I took in a deep breath and tried to let go of my preference to take the lead in sex. She circled me as I stood there, waiting, and examined my body. While she did, she used her riding crop to trace my muscles, down my spine to my ass, up along the backs of my thighs to my butt, and then around my groin again, between them and up under my balls.

  The leer in her eyes was starting to get to me. What would she do? What would she make me do?

  I expected that I would service her in some way, but would I play stud and fuck her, or would I perform oral sex and make her orgasm?

  My breath quickened when she ran her bare hands down my back, one finger trailing down my spine once more to the top of my leather pants. She stood behind me and as she was as tall as me with her boots on, she was able to kiss my neck from behind, her hands trailing around my waist to stroke my belly, tracing the line of hair from my navel down below the waistband of my leather pants, her fingers dipping below to my pubes without actually touching my dick.

  When she bit the muscle on my shoulder gently, then licked the skin beneath my ear, I started to respond.

  I didn’t mind this. She was deliberately trying to arouse me.

  Her hands massaged me through my leather pants as she pressed her breasts against my back.

  "You're so big, Drake," she whispered in my ear. "I used to fantasize about sitting on you and fucking myself with your Nice. Fat. Cock."

  I grew thicker under her fingers, enjoying how the leather warmed and molded to my growing erection, the pleasant ache in my groin intensifying from the feel of her breath on my neck. I tilted my head back, my eyes closed, as she moved around to face me and sucked the skin on my throat.

  Then, she tweaked a nipple, twisting it a bit and I grunted, frowning. "Hey," I said, stepping back. "You agreed, no pain."

  "Damn," she said. "You really don’t respond to it, do you?"

  I shook my head. "No."

  "Oh, well," she said and sighed. "Pleasure it is, then."

  Instead of twisting my nipple once more, she bent down and sucked it briefly, and the soft feel of her lips around it, the warm wetness of her tongue tugging on it, send a jolt of desire through my groin, straight to my dick, which was getting quite hard.

  I closed my eyes as she sucked the other nipple, one of her hands trailing down my abs and cupping my balls through the leather.

  "This isn’t very submissive, you pleasuring me," I said.

  "Ut, tut, tut," she said and moved the riding crop over my lips. "Don't speak unless you're spoken to or I'll have to smack your pretty tight little ass, Drake. And when you do speak to me, address me as Mistress."

  I nodded.

  "Let me know you understand, Drake."

  I closed my eyes. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "I understand."

  For the next few moments, she did whatever she could to arouse me without actually taking my erection out and sucking me. She pulled down the straps to her leather dress and rubbed her bare breasts against my chest and back, the hard nubs of her nipples exciting me. She actually bit my butt cheeks through the leather of my pants, then licked the material over my erection , looking up at me from her knees, smiling when I gasped.

  I wanted her to take my aching cock out and suck it, but I knew she wouldn’t. She wanted me hard and aroused, so she could gain my compliance.

  Then, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my cock, which sprung out, heavy and thick, the tip wet with precum.

  "Oh, Drake, what a pretty cock you have," she said, eyeing it. "A pretty cock on a very pretty man. I've wanted to see it for years." She gripped me and moved her hand up, her fingers sliding over the head, making me groan out loud.

  "You could suck it if you want," I said, forgetting myself for a moment.

  "Bad boy," she said and flicked the tip of the crop against my lips, a soft tap just to remind me. "A sub never makes suggestions to his Domme. He always waits patiently for her command."

  "Sorry," I said. "The Dom in me, I guess…"

  "You're not a Dom yet, Drake. Just a wannabe. And address me properly."

  "Yes, Mistress," I said, chastened.

  "Watch, listen and learn. Once you’ve learned and tried everything, and once you've successfully topped a sub, then you'll be a Dom. If you get really good, really trustworthy, one day, you might be a Master."

  "That's my goal," I said.

  She nodded. "Good boy," she said and kissed me on the lips. It was our first kiss and it felt strange to be so intimate physically with her because we had always been only friends. I was a man, howev
er, and had often admired her breasts and her ass, which was spectacular. Of course, she was beautiful, but despite a few errant fantasies of me overpowering her with my masculine charms, I had never really considered her as a sexual partner.

  She was far too much like me for that. A female Dominant.

  So our first kiss was strange. I felt completely out of my element, and the adrenaline that pumped through my veins was a potent mixture of desire and excitement.

  When she pulled away, she had a hard expression in her eyes, and I knew then, my free pass was used up and I had to behave.

  "On your knees," she said and motioned to the floor with her riding crop, but it was difficult to get down with your arms bound behind your back. I didn’t realize how much you relied on your arms for balance.

  She actually put an arm under mine to help me down and it was the first time I had ever relied on a woman for assistance to do something as simple as kneel. I expect it was strategic on her part, to remove my ability to be independent and in control of my own body.

  It worked. As she helped me to my knees, I finally felt helpless. Of course, I could always struggle back to my feet and demand to end the scene, but I was there to learn and had committed to give it the old college try.

  Then she lifted her thigh and laid it over my shoulder so that her groin was directly in my face. I couldn’t help but see her shaven folds through the thin sheer thong she wore, and smell her arousal. Despite the submissive position I was in, that scent made me even harder.

  "Lick me," she said.

  When I hesitated, she tilted my head up, one finger under my chin.

  "Through the material."

  I complied, licking her labia through the fabric, and she was already wet. She was excited about the prospect of topping me. I pressed my tongue against her slit where her clit would be, wanting to stimulate her and she pushed herself forward with a gasp.

  "Use your tongue to get underneath the fabric and lick me."

  I tried, running the tip of my tongue along each side of the thong, then slipping it beneath the fabric, straining to reach her slit, using my tongue to push the material aside. It wasn't easy.

  Then she removed her thigh from my shoulder and stood in front of me, her skirt hiked up, her pussy a mere inch from my nose.

  "Use your teeth to remove my thong."

  I did, biting one side of the thong and pulling it down, then moving to the other side to do the same, baring her pussy. It took some doing but finally, I had the thong far down her thighs. She stepped out of the thong, which fell to the floor, and then she raised her thigh and laid it over my shoulder once more.

  "Lick me again," she said. I moved back to her folds, licking them until they were glistening with my saliva, slipping my tongue between the lips to taste her, find her clit with the tip.

  Many Doms don't pleasure their subs orally, finding it too submissive an act, but I loved oral sex, giving and receiving. I enjoyed feeling a woman come under my mouth, her clit throbbing against my tongue during her orgasm. It made me hard as rock, and so I was becoming more excited as I pleasured Lara, despite being on my knees, my arms bound behind my back.

  This wasn't so bad.

  I licked her and sucked her clit until she came, grinding her pussy against my mouth, her hands on my head, fingers in my hair.

  When she was finished, she stepped back and adjusted her dress, covering herself up. She picked up her thong from the floor and stuffed it in a pocket of my leather pants. Then, she went behind me and unfastened my restraints. When I tried to stand, she pressed down on my shoulders to keep me on my knees.

  "Would you like to come, Drake?"

  I glanced around, feeling slightly awkward with several of the other patrons watching.

  I nodded.

  She ran the crop over my lips. "Remember your manners…"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "Yes, what?"

  I smiled. "Yes, Mistress, I would like to come."

  She ran the crop down my chest to my dick, which throbbed when I felt the leather against my bare skin.

  "I'd love to see you stroke that nice fat cock and make yourself come. Do it for me. Keep your eyes on me the entire time."

  I did, despite feeling strange, because my dick was hard and I wanted to learn what it was like to be under someone else's control.

  I gripped my cock, and used the fluid leaking out of the tip to lubricate my hand. I stroked myself, my eyes closing involuntarily, trying to find a rhythm that would guarantee a quick orgasm.

  "Keep your eyes open and on me."

  I opened my eyes, stroking while I looked in Lara's.

  It was such an intimate moment, pleasuring myself while she and the others watched. She kept glancing down at my cock, watching me jerk off, then back to my eyes, and that turned me on even more. As I grew closer to my release, she seemed to sense it.

  "Come for me, Drake," she said, her voice husky. I did, ejaculating, my face hot, somewhat ashamed that I was able to do it in front of strangers, but they seemed to enjoy it and cheered as I shuddered. A look of triumph crossed Lara's face.

  "Good boy," she said, running the crop over my cheek as I caught my breath. "Let that be a lesson to you. To assert dominance, order your sub to service you after you’ve aroused them. Then, order them to pleasure themselves and make sure they keep their eyes on yours. It will enforce your position of power and their subordinate status, in addition to making you closer through the intimacy of the act. A sub wants to feel your power over them. If you don’t assert it, they won't feel safe and fulfilled. You make them feel safe and fulfilled by showing them you have control. Whatever it is that they need to do, they do on your orders. They're no longer responsible and can be free to enjoy their kinks, whatever they are."

  Chessie's voice brought me back from the memory of my first time in the dungeon with Lara. I blinked and watched as Chessie bounced around the room, excited to see what everyone was doing and I knew by her energy that she wasn’t the sub for me. It was Jenna who was more my type, and despite her reluctance to have sex in public, I knew she’d come around eventually. She needed a lot of coaxing and to feel completely safe with me before she’d be able to let go of her inhibitions. I'd use that lesson with her, making sure to arouse her to near orgasm before ordering her to service me then demanding she bring herself to orgasm while I watched.

  The fact that she wanted me to tie her up in public suggested she wanted people to look at her and know she was a sub under my control. Public sex would come eventually if I handled her properly.

  It was then I saw someone I recognized from my health club – the friend of Ethan’s I met earlier, a fellow justice on one of New York’s courts. I couldn’t remember which one. Initially, I felt the need to hide from him, but he saw me and nodded in recognition. I nodded back but his presence took me out of the dungeon and into my world outside the lifestyle. It also reminded me of Katherine and her stockings and garters.

  In that moment, I wanted Katherine with me instead of Jenna or Chessie. The night lost its excitement because I was no longer satisfied with the prospect of having both Chessie and Jenna – something any Dom in his right mind would be very pleased about.

  The rest of the night was a disappointment for me. I tied Jenna up as promised, using some soft leather straps I brought along to bind her breasts, using soft rope to restrain her. I took the opportunity to talk about various forms of Japanese rope play, talking about safety, especially with suspension bondage, and how to ensure that any restraint could be easily released to prevent unintentional pain.

  As for Chessie, she wanted to try out the sex swing. I knew she wanted me to fuck her publicly, but instead, I whispered in her ear that I wasn’t up to it that night but she was free to find someone else if she desired.

  She looked up at me with disappointment.

  “I knew you liked her better,” she said, pouting. “What did I do wrong?”

  I shrugged, ignoring her failure to add
ress me properly. I didn’t have the desire to correct her at that point. “We don’t have the right chemistry, Chessie.” I raised my eyebrows, hoping she’d get the message. “But I saw a few of the other Doms who might be interested in playing with you, if you’d like.”

  “Sorry, Sir,” she said and stood with her arms folded for a moment as if in protest. I went to Lara, who had finished her scene with her sub and told her that things weren’t working out with Chessie but that she wanted to keep playing with someone else. Lara arranged to have one of the other Doms play with Chessie so she didn’t go home unfulfilled.

  I stood with Jenna on the sidelines and we watched as Chessie’s new Dom bent her over a bench, blindfolded and restrained her hands and feet before fucking her.

  That could have been me, but all of a sudden, I felt as if this whole evening was a poor substitute for what I really wanted – to be alone with Katherine, to be spending time getting to know her. To have her there with me instead. Still, the sexual energy in the room was infectious, and I grew hard watching Chessie as she clearly enjoyed the night’s developments.

  Jenna looked up at me with those big brown eyes.

  “Sir, could this submissive do anything to please you, Sir?”

  I knew she didn’t want to perform in public, and so I nodded and bent down to kiss her, to let her know I was pleased. I stroked her hair, ran a finger over her mouth, touching her lips.

  “You have a lovely mouth. I want you to use it to please me.”

  She smiled and then glanced away, her blush visible even in the dim room.

  I led her out of the dungeon and into one of the small private rooms in the back of the house that had been designated for private scenes. I closed the door behind us and pulled Jenna against my body, making sure to pull her hips against mine so she could feel my erection.

  I ran my fingers over the tops of her breast, and saw her shiver in response, her skin all gooseflesh. Then I kissed her tenderly, my hand sliding down her bare back to cup her butt, which was nice and firm and round. I lingered over the kiss, then spent time nibbling on her shoulder, pulling down a strap of her very low-cut dress before baring one breast. Although smaller than I liked, her breast was perfect, with a nice rosebud nipple and I paid attention to it, sucking and nibbling on it gently. She moaned softly and pressed her breast into my mouth.