The Reluctant Dom

by Paul Preston

  “Of course. Whatever you need, Cassandra. I think if we leave right away, we just might make it to the movie.”

  Cassandra quickly dressed. It was nice having a pretty woman in my apartment to watch, doing all the feminine things women do. Looking back, I think this was one of our best moments together, at the beginning, before we inevitably fell deeper into the complex roles of Dominant and submissive, Master and slave. We both were so thrilled to embark on this adventure together. I was so excited to watch her get ready and just go somewhere, anywhere with her. I was unsure about signing the crazy contract, but I immediately realized how much I liked having Cassandra with me. There was a feeling of inner happiness when I was in her presence I’d never experienced before. It was more than just the excitement of seeing her body and the obvious sexual attraction I felt for her. I knew I actually liked her, or perhaps even more than liked her. The only way I can describe it is that I felt alive for the first time in my life. I knew right from the start it would be extremely difficult to let her go at the end of our short time together.

  We drove down the I-80 together, holding hands. She lived only about ten minutes away down the interstate. Her home was located in a rather nice suburban area of Chicago.

  “Can you wait for me for a moment, honey? I’ll come back as fast as I can.”

  She got out and disappeared around the corner. She obviously didn’t want me to see exactly which home she lived in. It made me feel strange that she didn’t really trust me; however, we had only just met a few hours ago, so I could understand why she might feel that way. When I began to think she would never come back I finally saw her turn the corner, pulling a suitcase on wheels behind her and carrying her laptop in a leather satchel around her shoulder. I got out and helped her put the luggage in the trunk.

  “You’re such a gentleman,” she said, nervously looking over her shoulder to see if anyone from the neighborhood saw her get into my car.

  I nodded and smiled. I noticed Cassandra had changed out of her sexy dress and into a sweater and jeans. Her makeup was gone and her long hair no longer cascaded in waves over her shoulders, but was now drawn up into a bun on her head. Using the car mirror, she touched up her lips very lightly with red lipstick. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. On the drive back to my apartment, I noticed a subtle shift in my mood. I couldn’t seem to stop the change in my demeanor and she intuitively sensed it.

  “Are you alright?” she asked.

  “Yes, fine.”

  “I’m sorry I took so long.”

  “You didn’t take that long.”

  We returned to my apartment to drop off her suitcase. I sat down on the couch and crossed my legs, staring up at her as she stood in the middle of my living room, waiting to leave. I found myself feeling moody. Cassandra picked up on it right away.

  “Is there something wrong, Mr. Anderson?”

  It was odd to hear her keep calling me Mr. Anderson, as I was only a few years older than her. I continued to gaze at her, silently.

  “Did you change your mind about the movie? We can stay home if you prefer,” she offered.

  “No, I want to take you out. That’s not it,” I said.

  “What’s wrong then?” she asked, with a worried look.

  “Do you mind if I ask why you changed the way you looked?”

  “Oh. I was in a rush I guess and… I wasn’t sure if you thought I looked… appropriate for the mall.”

  “I liked the way you looked, Cassandra.”

  I stood up, took her hand in mine and walked across the room a few steps to a wall mirror. Standing behind her, I took out the pins she tied her hair up with. Her hair fell in soft ringlets over her shoulders and down the sides of her torso. I stared at her in the reflection.

  “I like your hair down like this.”

  She smiled.

  “OK, I’ll remember for next time,” she said.

  “Also, if you don’t mind, I liked it when you had on more makeup. It’s… very sexy to me.”

  “Oh. Gosh, I forgot to put it back on after I washed my face. Just give me a minute.”

  She picked up her purse and went into the bathroom. I followed her in and watched her in the reflection of the mirror reapply her lipstick, rouge, mascara, eye shadow and brush her hair out. After she finished, she gave me an alluring wink in the mirror.

  “Better?” she asked.

  “Yes. Much better. You look great. Thank you.”

  “I’m glad you approve. Ready to go?”

  I nodded.

  Cassandra walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. I touched her elbow from behind and she turned toward me.

  “Cassandra, I have an idea…” I said.

  “What?”

  I felt nervous about asking her, but felt compelled to do it.

  “You know, in the contract, where it says how the Dominant gets to choose what the uh… submissive… wears.”

  Cassandra slowly smiled and a warm look appeared in her eyes.

  “Would you like to… dress me… before we go out, Sir?”

  I nodded and smiled shyly.

  “Yes. If you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t mind at all. It’s quite… flattering actually.”

  Cassandra stood directly in front of me, unbuttoned her blouse and jeans and slipped out of them. She folded her clothes neatly and put them back in her suitcase. I gazed at her for a moment, standing before me in her bra and panties. She made eye contact with me and then stared down.

  “Could you wait here, just one second?” I asked.

  She nodded. I went into the bedroom and watched my hand as I took a pair of scissors out of a drawer. Glancing up, I saw my reflection in the vanity mirror. There was a slightly crazed and obsessed look in my eyes. I had difficulty believing what I was about to do. I certainly had no right to do it, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I came back into the living room. Cassandra looked down apprehensively at the scissors in my hands.

  “What are you doing?” Cassandra said, furrowing her brow.

  “Keep your hands at your sides. Please don’t move, Cassandra. I’ll be very careful. Trust me,” I said.

  Cassandra stood absolutely still and stiff, her eyes on the scissors, her body trembling slightly, as I cut through her bra straps in the front, back and on the shoulders. The bra fell to pieces upon the floor. I set down the scissors and stared at her exposed breasts.

  “Please don’t wear a bra again with me, if you don’t mind. I like the way you look without one. Is that OK with you, Cassandra? Do you mind?”

  She smiled.

  “No, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.”

  “Could you try on some sexier clothes for me?”

  “It will be my pleasure, Sir.”

  Cassandra bent over. I watched her bend over to pick up the pieces of the bra I ruined, her lovely ass arched, her swollen breasts swaying enticingly over the wooden floor. She placed the pieces on the table, next to the scissors. Seeing the shredded bra, I immediately felt guilty again.

  “I’m sorry about your bra, Cassandra. I didn’t mean to scare you with the scissors. I should never have cut your bra off your body like that. I know those things are expensive. I’ll replace it, of course. Once again, please accept my—”

  “Mr. Anderson, don’t worry. You didn’t scare me, really. And it’s very nice of you to offer, but you don’t need to replace it. It wasn’t one of my favorites anyway.”

  “But I insist, Cassandra. Where did you buy it? Maybe we can pick another one up tonight at the—”

  Cassandra reached out and touched the side of my arm.

  “Charles, I liked how you cut it in half with the scissors. It was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me. Shall I try on some outfits for you, My Lord?”

  My Lord.

  She spoke the words in such a tender feminine voice and with such a sweet shyness that it made my head spin and my pulse race. Suddenly I felt quite dizzy. I sat down on the cou
ch and tried to compose myself. I took a deep breath and finished my glass of wine. Relaxing on the couch, I watched as Cassandra tried on a couple of combinations. She seemed to enjoy modeling her clothes for me. I decided on a red satin halter top with a plunging neckline. Without a bra, her breasts bounced freely under the thin material and the shape of her nipples was clearly apparent. I think the halter top may have been a long blouse and not a dress, since the bottom of the dress barely covered her hips. Cassandra stood in front of the mirror tugging down on the hem in a vain attempt to cover her private area. I even had the effrontery to ask her to wear thong panties, even though I knew that whenever she bent over or sat down, the flesh of her ass would be exposed to the public. I didn’t care if it embarrassed her that other men would be able to clearly see her tits and ass. I wanted to have clear unimpeded visual access to her body.

  “Are you embarrassed to go out like that, Cassandra?”

  “A little. I’m afraid I might get kicked out of the mall dressed like this. May I at least wear stockings, Sir?”

  My reply shocked me. Who was this person I was becoming? I couldn’t believe the words as they left my mouth.

  “You may wear stockings, Cassandra, but they must be sheer. And they mustn’t cover your ass.”

  Cassandra nodded obediently.

  “Yes, My Lord. May I ask…”

  “Yes?”

  “Can we go to a movie theater far away from this area so none of my church friends see me?”

  “Certainly, Cassandra. That can be arranged.”

  We left my apartment and I locked the door behind me. I felt a little rude to be so strict with her about how she looked and what she wore. I didn’t even consider the fact that she might get cold in that skimpy outfit. I just wanted her to look hot for me. I am a selfish bastard at heart, I thought.

  When we got into my car, Cassandra whispered into my ear in her sexy voice.

  “You make a fantastic Dom, Charles. I love it! I’m having such a wonderful time. This is exactly how I imagined it would be.”

  “Oh, good. I thought I may have been acting rude to you.”

  “Not at all. I’m having so much fun!”

  “I’m having fun too. You look so sexy, Cassandra. Just promise to stop me before I make you do something too crazy.”

  “OK, Master C,” Cassandra said, touching up her makeup in the car mirror.

  Chapter Four

  My Date with Cassandra

  So I drove to the mall across town with the hottest woman in the state of Illinois. I placed my hand possessively on her inner thigh and she put her hand over mine. As soon as we parked and started walking around I noticed every male, age seven to seventy, ogling her bouncy breasts and rounded ass the moment they saw her pass by. Women, young and old, stopped in their tracks to gaze and sneer at her. I walked proudly beside her, hand in hand. I noticed she seemed shy and awkward as we strolled by the shops, looking down at the ground whenever she saw someone give her dirty looks.

  “You shouldn’t feel embarrassed, Cassandra. I don’t think anyone in this mall has ever seen someone quite as pretty and sexy as you.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Anderson,” she said, smiling sweetly. “You always know what to say.”

  The last movie showing didn’t start for thirty minutes. I asked her if she was hungry and she said a little. Oddly enough, even though I had a light meal several hours ago, I wasn’t that hungry. Usually I thought about eating nonstop, but something else was fueling me now other than food. Cassandra couldn’t decide what she wanted to eat before the movie, so we drifted into a new frozen yogurt shop called Yogurtland where you could put on your own exotic toppings. A franchise had finally made it to the hinterlands, which made it a little more tolerable to live in the middle of nowhere. It gave me one small reason not to put a bullet between my eyes out of the sheer boredom of living in the suburbs.

  After choosing our flavors and toppings, we found a table in the crowded shop. Whenever she stood up or sat down, I caught guys checking out her breasts and back side. She seemed to drive men crazy wherever she went. It was strange that the looks didn’t bother me at all. I didn’t mind that other guys were leering at Cassandra’s body, as long as I got to look as well. It was actually flattering to me that I had a sexy woman on my arm that all men, both single and married, were lusting after. Usually I was the one wandering around alone in the mall with my hands in my pockets, envious of all the couples on their dates. Finally, I was the one with the hot date!

  After we ate our dinner/desert, we went into the movie complex. I looked up at the variety of movies and asked her which one she wanted to see. She told me she liked anything except horror movies. I picked a chick-flick and paid for the tickets. When I gave my credit card and driver’s license over to the clerk, the girl behind the ticket counter smiled at me. Why is it that when you’re out with a girl, other girls finally pay attention to you, but when you’re alone, women think you carry the plague?

  “It’s your birthday! Happy Birthday, Mr. Anderson!”

  “Thanks,” I said, embarrassed, taking my plastic back.

  As we went in and waited in line for popcorn and a Coke, Cassandra held my hand. She turned to face me.

  “It’s your birthday today?” she asked, smiling.

  “Yeah.”

  She playfully slapped my shoulder.

  “Why didn’t you tell me, Charles?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, I guess.”

  “But it is a big deal! It’s your birthday! Happy Birthday, Charles.”

  “Thank you, Cassandra. It’s turning out to be a pretty damn good day, actually.”

  “Were you going to have a party?”

  “I wasn’t planning on it.”

  “Did you get any birthday presents?”

  “Well, I did get a birthday card in the mail from my car insurance company. They send me one every year.”

  She looked at me with a face full of pity.

  “I’m just kidding, Cassandra. My Mom sent me a birthday card.”

  “Oh. Well, that was nice of her.”

  “Yeah. My mom never forgets a birthday.”

  “How old are you now, Charles, if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “Twenty nine, how about you, Cassandra? How old are you?”

  “Twenty five.”

  “I’m only a few years older than you then.”

  “Yes, just a few.”

  We went in the theater and there was hardly anyone in the back. As we walked up the center aisle in the fading light I felt young again, like I was on a date with the prettiest girl in high school and I was about to take her to the darkest corner of the theater to make out with her.

  During the previews, we both had some popcorn and soda and settled in. When the movie started I immediately became bored with the story, but I didn’t care. I was having a great time. Like most people, I went to movies to escape from my meaningless life and to experience through the action of the film a momentary vicarious thrill of being alive. I vaguely recognized the actress in the lead role as she put on her makeup during the opening credits of the film. The actress was cute, but nowhere near as sensual and attractive as Cassandra. I realized that for the first time that the larger than life images projected upon the huge screen paled in comparison to what was actually occurring in my real life. I was finally the one feeling passion, rather than having it experienced for me by a cast of actors. I put my arm over her shoulder and rested it there. I longed for the movie to never end and for Cassandra to be my girlfriend, forever.

  After the first scene, we began kissing. Cassandra put her hand over the bulge on my thigh, rubbing, petting and stroking it throughout the film. It’s funny. After the first minute, I had absolutely no idea what was happening in the movie. Cassandra and I made out like kids, drank some soda, ate some popcorn, watched the movie for a minute and then went at it again. Her breasts were so accessible to me in her loose slinky outfit that I
could fondle them in the dark to my heart’s content. When we got each other properly worked up, she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

  “Are you ready for your birthday present, Mr. Anderson?”

  She looked in both directions, shifted out of her seat and positioned herself on her knees on the floor between my legs. She looked up into my eyes, smiled and then unzipped and removed my pants. I couldn’t believe it! I always fantasized about a woman doing this to me in a movie theater and now it was actually happening. I tilted my hips off the theater chair to allow her to slide my trousers down my legs. My freed shaft uncoiled and stood straight up in the luminescence of the movie lights. Cassandra closed one hand around the base of my shaft and cupped my scrotum in the palm of other hand. Then I felt something no woman had ever done to me before. While squeezing the base of my shaft, she leaned forward in the dark, took the underside of my testes in her mouth and suckled upon it. It was such a sensitive vulnerable area, soft and tender. No woman had ever kissed me there before. As she lovingly sucked each side into her mouth, the wet pulling sensation on my flesh was so pleasurable that I felt like I was about to explode. I leaned back in my theater chair, trying not to moan. Cassandra kissed and licked her way up the sides of my throbbing shaft and looked up in my eyes.

  “Are you enjoying your birthday present, Master C?” she whispered.

  “Yeah…”

  “I’m glad, My Lord. I’m enjoying it too. I’ve always wanted to do something like this.”

  While staring up at me, she placed her lips over the head of my penis and winked. She sucked upon my sensitive rim while sliding her hand up and down my shaft. Her wet tongue and smooth palm tugging and pulling on my skin triggered my desire to let go. Then I saw the beam of a flashlight rapidly coming up the center aisle of the theater. I tapped on her shoulder and she stopped kissing me. I quickly pulled my pants up over my hips, angling my erection back in as best I could and zipped. Cassandra slid back into her seat. When the usher shined the flashlight on us, we innocently shielded our eyes as we sipped our soda and tossed popcorn in our mouths. When the usher left, we snickered together in the dark until tears were in our eyes. Before we knew it, after another round of heavy petting, the movie was over.