The Reluctant Dom

by Paul Preston

  “Cassandra, you’re beautiful.”

  She smiled.

  “Thank you. I hope you don’t mind if I make myself comfortable in your home, Charles.”

  “No, not at all. I don’t mind, Cassandra,” I said, my heart beating like it was about to explode. “By all means. Make yourself comfortable.”

  “I’m a little embarrassed to be naked in front of someone like this.”

  “You shouldn’t be. You have a lovely body.”

  I glanced at the sensual curves of her breasts and hips and looked back up into her eyes.

  “You’re so pretty,” I said.

  “Thank you, Mr. Anderson.”

  I reached out my hand to bring her closer to me on the couch. She approached and I stroked my hands down the side of her soft flesh. I noticed a long thin scar on the side of her left hip and I traced it with my fingertip. I wondered how she got the scar and looked up at her. I didn’t quite know how to ask, but then she volunteered the information.

  “Childhood scar,” she said.

  “Oh…” I said. “It’s kind of sexy.”

  She smiled again and sat down on my lap, cuddling up with me. Her beautiful round breasts were now just inches away, so close I could smell the clean baby powder scent. I touched the smooth skin of her curves, cupping my palms over her swollen puffy nipples. Cassandra offered her lips and we kissed like teenagers for the longest time, sweetly with our tongues, exploring each other’s mouths. I had never felt so close to a woman before in my life. My mouth watered so much that I had to keep remembering to swallow my saliva. I became quite excited as we French-kissed, the soft flesh of her ass pressing directly down over my aroused penis. I was so sexually excited by her kisses, I felt like I might come in my pants, by accident. I tried to control my ejaculation by taking deep breaths. While we rested between kisses, I asked her to tell me more about the desires that had kept her awake at night.

  “Perhaps it would be more easily explained by reading the contract together. May I borrow your computer and printer for a minute?”

  “Sure. Help yourself, Cassandra. It’s in my bedroom.”

  She hopped off my lap and walked across my living room. I followed her, admiring her cute rounded hips and the rippling of her backside as she moved through my apartment. I felt like the luckiest man in America, having this half-naked nymph in my modest home. She sat down behind my computer at the desk in my bedroom and fired it up, along with the printer. After typing in my password, Cassandra downloaded a document from a website, typed in a few quick additions and printed it out, in less than two minutes.

  “You’re pretty good with computers,” I said, impressed.

  “I’m a freelance designer of web sites,” she said, stacking the five pages she printed out into a neat pile on my desk. “What do you do for a living, Charles?”

  I was embarrassed to tell her about my stupid job.

  “I’m in sales.”

  “That sounds nice.”

  “It’s OK. The pay’s good.”

  “What is it that you do?”

  “I… sell commercial advertising for a radio station.”

  “Oh. That’s interesting.”

  “Well, it’s pretty boring, actually…”

  Suddenly, Cassandra’s demeanor totally changed. She smiled shyly and picked up the papers in her hands, hot off the printer. She made eye contact with me, smiling tensely and looking down. She appeared to be aware of her nakedness and nervousness in front of me.

  “Charles, before you read this, I just want to tell you how much I appreciate your willingness to help me with my… problem. You might find what you read in this contract highly unusual. Parts of it may even be offensive... to you. I certainly don’t mean to offend you by showing this to you and I apologize in advance if you find some of it objectionable. After doing some research, I found this particular contract fits my needs. It’s always been a fantasy of mine that I would one day meet a man who could help me explore this contract, before I got married, of course. I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but I feel this is the last chance I have at doing something like this. I want you to know if anything you read in this makes you uncomfortable, I’d be more than happy to revise it to make it more compatible with your needs. If you decide not to enter into something like this with me, I completely understand. I’ll go home and not bother you again about it. Then again, if you’d like to talk more about the specific contents of the—”

  “Hand me the papers, Cassandra,” I said, surprised by the somewhat abrupt tone in my voice.

  Cassandra slowly stood up and faced me, her breasts just inches away from my chest. I realized I liked the idea that she was nearly naked in my bedroom while I was still fully dressed. It was at this moment I began to feel a kind of power over her, exposed as she was before me. As a man, this feeling of power was… intoxicating to me.

  Cassandra shifted her weight from one foot to the next. With each subtle movement of her body, her breasts jiggled and shook, as if they existed apart from her body and had their own special desires and demands for attention. I began to stare at her breasts in an indiscreet manner, imagining each mound of pretty flesh to have a distinct personality, one bold and sassy, the other more feminine and shy. “They’re my breasts,” I thought to myself. “I can stare at them as long as I want. They’re mine.”

  Uncomfortable by all the ogling, Cassandra folded the papers in half, partially covering herself with the contract.

  “Actually, Charles, now that I’m here and have printed this out… I’m sorry but… I’m beginning to have second thoughts about this. I think this may not be a very good idea at all. I don’t think I’m ready. I don’t know what I was thinking asking you to… It’s just some stupid fantasy of mine. It’s ridiculous, really… I’m engaged to be married in a few months and. I’m sure it’s sinful… very sinful… married or unmarried to engage in this type of behavior. I can’t even imagine what Pastor Orman would say if he knew what I was planning to… Well, anyway, the truth is I’m afraid I made a terrible mistake coming here and undressing in front of you in your home like this and printing out this contract. It’s certainly not your fault. It’s mine. It is all my fault, of course. I am committed to someone else… Maybe… Perhaps… Well… I don’t think we had better—”

  “Cassandra!” I shouted, loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

  Cassandra looked at me with a shocked expression. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. What was wrong with me? I had just shouted at a guest in my home. I never lost my temper like that with a woman before. Having always considered myself to be a sensitive and well-mannered person, I had no idea why I suddenly yelled at the top of my voice at this vulnerable and confused young woman. It was certainly rude of me and I expected Cassandra to put her clothes back on and immediately walk straight out the door. I looked over at her and she continued to glance at me with frightened watery eyes. I wanted to say I was sorry for my rude outburst, but no apologies came to my lips. Rather than being offended by my boorish behavior and leaving, she bowed her head and slowly handed over the document. When I saw the title, I couldn’t believe what I read.

  “Master/Slave Contract:

  This Slavery Contract is a private consensual agreement between Master Charles Anderson, herein referred to as “Master C”, and his property, a submissive named Cassandra, herein referred to as “submissive” or “slave”.

  Cassandra wished to become my slave? My property? That is precisely what she whispered in my ear at Starbucks, but seeing the words in print was shocking to me. And I was to be called, “Master C?” I sensed her presence, standing nervously at my side. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her fold her arms across her breasts, covering them. I didn’t like how her perky breasts were blocked from my view, now that I’d become accustomed to seeing them.

  “Cassandra. Lower your arms,” I said.

  Though I was rude to her again, she complied, uncovering her flesh and placing her arms
stiffly at her sides. When her pretty vulnerable breasts were revealed, I became even more physically aroused. My erect penis pressed against my trousers as if trying to escape from its confinement. Cassandra cast her eyes to the floor.

  “Don’t ever cover your breasts in my presence again,” I said, giving her a stern look.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly.

  Why was I acting like such an asshole? What was wrong with me? Cassandra had every right to cover her naked breasts if she felt uncomfortable around me. It was so unlike me to raise my voice or behave disrespectfully to a woman. I had never acted in such a chauvinistic manner before. Suddenly, I didn’t trust myself alone with Cassandra in my bedroom. I walked back into the living room with the contract in my hands and sat down on the couch. Cassandra followed at my heels and sat down beside me. The pages of the contract trembled slightly in my hands. I put the contract down and took my face in my hands, ashamed.

  “Cassandra, I really must apologize for raising my voice to you in the bedroom. I assure you I’ve never raised my voice to a woman before like that in my life, especially in my own home. I’m not sure why I’m behaving this way. It was very rude of me. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

  Cassandra took my hands away from my face and tenderly held them.

  “There’s really no need to apologize, Charles. You had every right to lose your patience with me. I was just feeling embarrassed about revealing this side of myself to someone.”

  We exchanged a long look. She arched her back, raising her pretty breasts higher, tilting her chin slightly and staring innocently into my eyes. I glanced down at her generous cleavage, swollen areolas and puffy nipples on display only for me. I couldn’t get over the fact that a beautiful young woman was sitting next to me on my couch, topless. God, she smelled good too. I was definitely smitten by her.

  “Anyway, please accept my apology for my rude behavior.”

  Cassandra did not appear to be upset at me in the slightest. I thought a makeup kiss was in order so I reached out and touched the underside of her chin with two of my outstretched fingers, drawing her lips closer to mine. I leaned in and kissed her tenderly. As if on their own accord, my fingers slipped from her chin, up her cheek and intertwined in the tendrils of her long soft hair. As I increased the pressure of the extended kiss on her lips, my fingers slowly tightened over a tuft of her hair like the talons of a hawk. Without my being consciously aware of it, I began to kiss her roughly, smothering her lips with mine. I had never kissed a woman so roughly before and for so long. Feeling slightly dizzy, I pulled her back by her hair and stared at her wildly through gritted teeth. We both were gasping for air, nearly asphyxiated by the passionate kiss. She stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth open and her lipstick smudged. I released her hair and covered my face with my hands.

  “My God, what’s happening to me? Why am I acting like this? What’s wrong with me?”

  Cassandra moved off the couch. I assumed she’d had enough of my behavior and got up to leave. Instead, she knelt down directly in front of me. Her hands slid over my thighs and came to rest over my erection. She stroked my penis over my clothes, petting me there with her thumb. I’ll never forget it until the day I die. It was the first time Cassandra touched me intimately. She kept her small delicate hands there, looking up at me as she spoke in her quiet voice, petting, stroking, arousing me.

  “There’s nothing wrong with you, Mr. Anderson. Nothing at all.”

  “I feel like I’m losing control with you,” I said.

  “For the next few days… you have permission to lose control with me.”

  Cassandra picked the contract off the couch and handed it back to me.

  “I know you feel shy and I’m very embarrassed about showing you this, but there’s no room for shame in what we’re about to do together.”

  “Cassandra, I want you to know I’ve never treated a woman like this before.”

  “I’m sure you haven’t. But, I liked it, Charles. I liked the way you kissed me just now, how you took my hair in your fist… and pulled.”

  “When I kissed you, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me. It was so passionate, the kiss I’d been waiting for all my life. It was just perfect, like a scene out of a book I read once. Now I know I’ve chosen the right man to dominate me.”

  Cassandra smiled and then looked at the document in my hands.

  “So, let’s read this together, shall we? I’ll try not to be so embarrassed about it, Charles, OK?” she said.

  Following her eyes to the first page of the contract, we read the contract together. She continued to rest her hands in my lap and intermittently run her thumb over my erection, as if she was nonchalantly stroking the tail of her pet cat. It seemed completely natural for her to touch me there. I can’t express how wonderful it felt to be given so much attention in such a sensitive part of my body. Cassandra made sure to turn the page only when she was absolutely sure I had finished reading each and every clause. After turning each page her hand returned to my penis, rubbing, petting, stroking it.

  Of her own free will, the submissive will offer herself in sexual slavery to Master C for the time period beginning on Saturday August 31, 2013 at 5PM and ending at 10AM on the morning of Wednesday September 4th, 2013.

  “Only a few days,” I commented.

  “My boyfriend’s flight gets in to Chicago, Wednesday at noon,” she said.

  Four days with Cassandra is better than no days at all, I thought to myself. I nodded solemnly and kept reading.

  General Rules

  During the time period of this contract the slave agrees to obey Master C in the following respects.

  a) Slave’s body, mind and soul will be the sole property of Master C to do with as he pleases. The slave must obey Master C in all respects. If a situation arises whereby the slave feels compelled to use her “safe word”, it is under the sole discretion of Master C to determine whether the “safe word” will be honored.

  Cassandra stared at the contract with a focused intensity, as if concentrating on the words of a sacred text. She didn’t notice I had stopped reading.

  “Cassandra?”

  “Yes?”

  “I had a question. I’m sorry. This is all new to me. What is a safe word?”

  “Oh, yes. Let me explain. In most of these types of relationships, the submissive female has a simple word she chooses, such as “red”. If she feels nervous, frightened or is in discomfort or pain, she says this word out loud and whatever is happening to her comes to an immediate end.”

  “OK.”

  “But in the type of relationship I fantasize about, it is more restrictive. There is a safe word and I can use it, but it would be up to you as my Dominant to decide whether you want to honor it and stop whatever is happening to me. It will be ultimately up to your discretion as I would be giving myself over completely to you.”

  I couldn’t really believe what I was hearing. Why would I ever want to cause Cassandra discomfort or pain? What was I getting myself into?

  “But, Cassandra, surely you don’t think I would ever do anything to you to cause you to feel afraid, or put you in a situation that causes you pain? Do you?”

  “That’s precisely why I chose you, Charles. I knew you were a gentle soul and I could trust you completely. I feel completely comfortable with you and I’m sure I’ll never even need my safe word. It’s just there as a formality. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “OK…”

  I turned my attention back to the contract.

  b) The slave shall keep her body available for sexual use by her Master at all times, day or night, without complaint. Master C will respect the hard limits of the slave. Going beyond the hard limits will cause immediate termination of this contract.”

  “Sorry. Another question. What are hard limits?” I asked.

  “They are the things that you are forbidden to do to me, which are listed later in the contract,” she said.


  I nodded.

  c) By signing this contract, the slave agrees that her Master has the right to determine if others may use her body for their pleasure as well, as long as such play doesn’t go beyond the slave’s pre-established hard limits. The slave will openly share with her Master who she wishes to be used by sexually, but the Master will make the final decision of whom she will be allowed to pleasure or be pleasured by, sexually. If a scenario such as this arises, the Master retains the right to watch as his submissive/slave pleasures or is pleasured by others.

  When I read that line my heart seemed to stop beating. I took a breath and reread the line to see if I understood it correctly. I remember Cassandra had confessed to me her fantasy of making love to two men, one after the other, while the men watched. I was stunned to actually see the clause in print. I wondered how I would feel watching another man kiss and fondle Cassandra, as well as watching Cassandra pleasure another man. I knew I would be upset and intensely jealous, but I felt myself becoming aroused by the fantasy as well. I never realized I had such a dirty mind. What kind of person was I?

  “Are you sure about this part, Cassandra, about others using you?” I asked, pointing to the clause in question.

  She nodded, without making eye contact with me.

  “I’m sure. It’s what I want, Mr. Anderson. I know how inappropriate this may appear to you, but if I’m going to do this, if I’m going to submit to you, I feel I need to go all the way in order to purge myself of these obsessions. That’s the only way I think I can move on with my life and get married without regrets. I hope you can understand, Charles. I hope you don’t think I’m a… bad woman.”

  “No. I don’t think you’re a bad woman at all, Cassandra,” I said quite emphatically. “Not at all.”

  She appeared relieved and exhaled.

  “Thank you for saying that, Sir.”