The Reluctant Dom

by Paul Preston

  We walked through the mall, hand in hand, back to my car. I can’t think of a time in my life when I had been happier. Cassandra held her hand on my inner thigh while I drove home. When we got back to my apartment, Cassandra took a long shower while I undressed, put on a bathrobe and waited for her on a chair in my bedroom. My lips parted when she came out of the bathroom in pretty bridal lingerie, white stockings with lace on the upper thigh, white G-String panties tied by a satin bow at the back and a sheer chemise. She came directly to me and sat on my lap, her precious twins just inches away from my lips. Every time I saw her beautiful swollen breasts, I felt the blood pulse through my penis and throb with desire for her. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I cupped my palms underneath her soft mounds and held them gently in my hands.

  “You look so lovely tonight, Cassandra.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I had a wonderful time at the movie.”

  “So did I.”

  “I never went out in public without a bra before. I hope nobody I know saw me there.”

  “We were on the other side of town. I’m sure nobody saw you.”

  “I hope not.”

  “Did it make you feel uncomfortable to be stared at by all the men?”

  “At first it did, but I guess I got used to all the looks.”

  “Your dress was so short that everyone could see your back side.”

  “I know. It made me feel like such a… bad woman.”

  “Isn’t that what you wanted to feel, Cassandra? What you’d been fantasizing about?”

  Glancing downward, she bit her lower lip and nodded.

  “It was. I felt like such a… slut tonight. I hope I wasn’t an embarrassment to you.”

  “No. Not at all. I wasn’t embarrassed by you at all, Cassandra. In fact I felt proud to be out with such an attractive woman.”

  She looked back up into my eyes and smiled.

  “You’re so nice, Sir. Why are you so nice to me?”

  “You nearly made me come in the movie theater. Maybe that has something to do with it.”

  “Next time, Sir… if you wish to have a… release… I don’t mind. I mean… it would be my pleasure to… make you happy there… in that way.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  “You mean…?”

  Cassandra looked back down, her cheeks flush with shame.

  “Yes. I’d very much like to… please you in that manner, Sir.”

  I felt awkward, but I had to ask her.

  “Cassandra? Do you mind if I ask you… I’m not sure how to put this… I don’t want to embarrass you but… I was wondering… have you ever…?”

  “Oh… You mean… have I ever…?”

  “Yes.”

  Cassandra shook her head no.

  “No never. You’re the first man I ever kissed down there,” she said.

  “Oh,” I replied.

  “But…”

  “But?”

  “Ever since reading that story, you know the one I kept hidden under my mattress, I’ve… thought about doing it.”

  “You’ve thought about it?”

  “Yes. A lot.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, like how difficult it would be… or how I’d do it… If there’s a particular technique I’d need to learn and how long it might take… Whether I’d be good at it after I practiced or good enough to actually be able to… you know… help a man to… uhh… it’s hard for me to—”

  “You mean… be able to have a man—”

  “Yes… Inside my mouth.”

  “Cassandra, I can tell you first hand. You don’t need to practice. You’re already quite good at it.”

  “You’re very nice to say that Charles. Thank you, but I know I’m quite inexperienced at it.”

  I liked her in her lingerie, on my lap, with the hushed sexy talk between us.

  “What else do you think about it, Cassandra?”

  “Well… If I were able to please a man in that manner I think about what it might taste like… whether it would be sweet or salty… or perhaps a little bit of both… and what it might feel like as it… slides down my throat.”

  I could hardly breathe as she spoke. Cassandra’s pretty gaze drifted upwards as she continued.

  “In the story, the writer describes how the slave girls are forced to pleasure their master’s while in captivity… how they must kneel before them and… take them into their mouths and kiss them. And when the men can’t hold back any longer… how their cruel masters… release their semen… into the back of the slave girls’ mouths. And after submitting several times how the women begin to… look forward to doing it again to their masters… in fact even… crave the taste of it.”

  Cassandra took a deep breath in and exhaled. I was mesmerized by her voice, her erotic words.

  “I know the story must sound absolutely silly to you, but I can’t help it. I really liked kissing you in the movie theater. There’s something very sensual about it to me.”

  “I really liked it too and the story doesn’t sound silly at all to me. If you give me the title of that book I think I might like to buy myself a copy.”

  “I don’t know how healthy the book is, really. Now that I’ve read it a thousand times, I can’t stop thinking about doing it. I’m afraid my boyfriend would think I was nothing but a whore… if I asked to kiss him and swallow his… you know. Perhaps, over the next few days, I can get the idea out of my system if I do it with you, Mr. Anderson, if you don’t mind.”

  “No. I don’t mind at all.

  “I’m also taking birth control pills, so if you’d like… you can come inside me without a condom this week, as many times as you want. It would be my pleasure to accommodate you there as well. As long as there’s no risk of making me pregnant while we’re together over the next few days that part of my body is accessible to you as well.”

  “OK. I’d like that very much. Can I also ask you…? Have you ever had… sexual…”

  Cassandra looked down.

  “I know it’s a sin to have sexual intercourse before marriage, but the summer right before I left for college I had an experience and lost my virginity. I told my boyfriend about what happened, of course, and he vowed to love me and marry me even though I’m not a virgin anymore.”

  “Have you had sexual intercourse with your boyfriend?”

  “No. We’re Christians and decided to wait until we’re married before initiating our sexual relationship. We’ve only kissed each other on the lips. He hasn’t even touched my breasts yet.”

  “I see…”

  “Thanks for not judging me about all of this, Mr. Anderson. I know it must sound so strange to you.”

  “Of course. And it doesn’t sound strange…”

  Cassandra kissed me tenderly, as if we were a newly married couple on our honeymoon night. After our experience in the movie theater and hearing her boyfriend had never been intimate with her, I began to feel more confident we might be able to stay together past our deadline on Wednesday.

  “So, why don’t you tell me more about those fantasies that are keeping you up at night,” I said.

  Cassandra cast her eyes downward.

  “They’re rather dirty, Sir. I’m embarrassed to talk about them,” she said.

  I tried to coax the truth out of her.

  “I’m sure they’re not all that bad. You can talk to me about them Cassandra. Isn’t being honest with me part of our contract?”

  “It is.”

  She shut her eyes and took a few deep breaths. As she attempted to relax, I kissed her lips. I slid the thin straps of her chemise over her shoulders. She stood up and the chemise fell in a silken puddle on the floor. She sat back onto my lap and I fondled her exposed full breasts in my palms. I took her wide puffy areolas in my mouth and sucked upon her nipples, gently nibbling on the elongated large tips. She swiveled her hips in my lap in response. I opened my robe so she could feel my erection. She pressed down with h
er thighs and the flesh of her back side massaged the sides of my shaft.

  “Mmmm, My Lord. I feel you,” she moaned.

  “If you could have me do anything to you right now, Cassandra, what would it be?”

  “I can’t possibly tell you, Sir.”

  “Cassandra, I want to help you. I want to be the one who fulfills these needs of yours. Tell me. What fantasies are keeping you awake at night?”

  “OK, I’ll tell you. What I’ve always wanted… was to be blindfolded by a man… and tied up tightly… so I could feel the rope on my skin constricting me…all over my body… and…”

  “Go on…”

  “And I wish to be… spanked… hard… very hard… not once or twice… but repeatedly for a long time… for as long as I can endure it… in the dark… while you pull on my hair. That’s what keeps me up at night…these nasty thoughts. That’s what I truly want, if you’d be willing to do it to me, My Lord.”

  “OK, that wasn’t so hard to tell me, was it?”

  “No. It’s nice to finally say it out loud to someone, after all these years of keeping everything so bottled up inside.”

  “Good. Now, open your eyes. Let’s see what we can do to make these dreams of yours come true.”

  I unthreaded the cord out of the loops of my bathrobe.

  “Stand in front of me please.”

  Cassandra slipped off my lap and stood before me.

  “As I said I don’t have any rope, so this will have to do for today. Hold out your wrists to me please, palms up.”

  “Yes, Master C.”

  As I bound her wrists together with the cord, I realized it aroused me to tie her up. It excited me that Cassandra placed her body in my care. I was the one she trusted enough to be able to explore her forbidden fantasies. Since I didn’t have a blindfold, I told her to turn off the light switch in the corner of the room by the door. As she walked across the room I admired the round womanly hips and the enticing curves of her ass. It was my ass now, at least for the next four days and nights. When she turned the lights off in the bedroom, she stood still, with her back against the wall.

  “Come to me, Cassandra,” I said.

  When she spoke her voice trembled.

  “I’m afraid of the dark, My Lord.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s where the Evil One hides.”

  “The Evil One?”

  “Satan.”

  “Listen to me, Cassandra. Follow my voice. There is no Evil One. There’s no Satan. It’s only me here and I’m holding out my hands to you. I’m only a few steps away from you. Come to me. I’m waiting for you…”

  Cassandra walked toward me in the dark. I reached out with my outstretched hands and pulled her naked flesh toward me. Taking her into my arms, I felt her soft warm breasts touch the skin of my chest, her tied hands against my thighs. I leaned in and kissed her tenderly, brushing my fingers through her long hair. After our lips touched, she rested her head against my shoulder.

  “Repeat after me, Cassandra. There is no Satan. Say it.”

  “There is no Satan.”

  “Don’t be frightened. It’s only me here, Cassandra, and you are completely safe. No harm will come to you, I promise.”

  “This is exactly what I wanted, what I dreamed about. Thank you, Master C. I feel so close to you. And I’m not afraid.”

  “I feel close to you too, Cassandra. Come…”

  I led her by the cord to the edge of the bed and helped her to lie face down upon her stomach. I tied the end of the cord to the bed frame, stretching her arms out above her head and binding them down firmly to the mattress.

  “You’re all mine now, Cassandra,” I said stroking my hand over her lovely ass. “Your mine.”

  “I’m yours, Master C.”

  At first, I felt very awkward to spank her, since I’d never done it before. I tapped her a few times in rapid succession on her soft cheeks. After the first few slaps, Cassandra turned her head to me.

  “My Lord?”

  “Yes?”

  “Thank you. That felt nice, but…”

  “But?”

  “You don’t need to hold back, Mr. Anderson. You can slap me as hard as you wish there. There’s so much cushion I can hardly feel it. I know you don’t want to hurt me and I love that about you, but you don’t have to hold back. It doesn’t hurt me at all.”

  “Are you sure, Cassandra?”

  “Yes. I’m sure. And I like it. The harder the better.”

  Cassandra repositioned her body by sitting up on her knees and arching her back; displaying her lovely ass prominently to me.

  “Slap me as hard as you wish, Master C.”

  I listened to the soft seductive voice in the dark as she raised the gentle curve of her hips toward my palm, offering herself to be slapped. I breathed in to slow my beating heart. I wanted to slap her ass harder too, perhaps more than Cassandra could even imagine.

  “Go ahead, My Lord. Let go. Spank me. As hard as you want. Don’t be shy.”

  As hard as I want. I slowly stroked my hand down the skin of her back, resting it on the underside of her ass and cupping her soft flesh with my palm. With one arm I grasped Cassandra around the waist, holding her steady and pulled my other arm away from her body. I stretched out my hand, shut my eyes and spanked my submissive on her ass firmly and repeatedly in the dark. I kept spanking her until her body went limp in my arms. I was afraid the neighbors could hear the loud slapping noises and moans through the thin walls. It wasn’t my intention to hurt her and I only slapped her on her bottom, but once I committed to dominating her, I couldn’t hold back.

  God, how I loved spanking her! I enjoyed seeing her writhing and helpless beneath me, pulling back the flexed fingers of my open palm and snapping it back down upon her pink flesh again and again and again. It took my breath away to see how much pleasure it gave her to have her fantasies fulfilled and I discovered how much I liked giving her a sharp and prolonged spanking. I knew now I’d never be able to be intimate again without wanting to seize this most vulnerable and private part of a woman’s body and make it mine. My property.

  When I nearly ran out of breath after several minutes of spanking Cassandra, I gently rested my red shaking hand upon her backside. I instantly felt moisture there which had soaked through the string of the panties wedged between her cheeks. My fingers slid further in and touched the wet lips of her vagina. The outer folds had curled completely open for me and felt slick against my fingertips. I immediately opened my robe, slipped her panties down her legs and entered her from behind, pumping my hard shaft deeply in and out of her womb. I knew now that I had to have Cassandra as my submissive on the contract, even if it would only last for the blink of an eye. I had to be her Dom and knew the next few days with her would be the highlight of my life. My penis was wet and throbbing and the skin around my pelvis felt warm and sweaty as it slapped over and over against the skin of her hips.

  “May I come now, My Lord?”

  “You may, slave girl.”

  “Mmmm,” Cassandra moaned, her thighs quivering.

  “I like how you use me, Master C. Use me like this, whenever you wish. Don’t hold back. You may come inside me, My Lord.”

  Hearing her sexy talk and smelling the musky scent of her arousal triggered my own release. My whole body trembled as streams of fluid shot out of me and into my submissive’s womb, in several frantic bursts. The feeling was so intensely pleasurable to me. I seemed to ejaculate more than I had ever done with another woman in my life. When my breathing calmed, I untied Cassandra’s wrists from the bathrobe cord. Looking closely, I noticed no marks were left upon her skin. I was afraid to look at her backside, but I wanted to be sure I hadn’t hurt her. I leaned over and turned on the light on my bedside table. The skin on her ass was red where the blood had risen to the surface of the skin, but the color had already started to fade back to a pale creamy white. Despite how hard I spanked her, I had not done any permanent damage to her delicate ski
n.

  “That was a spanking, My Lord… better than I ever dreamed it could be. Thank you, My Lord, thank you.”

  We cuddled up in bed together and I wrapped my hands around her, holding her breasts.

  “That was the best sex I ever had in my life, Cassandra,” I said.

  “How sweet of you to say. Did you enjoy spanking me, Sir?”

  “I’m so sorry about that. I think I got carried away again. Did I hurt you at all? If I did, please accept my—”

  Cassandra pulled my arms tighter around her chest.

  “Don’t be silly. It didn’t hurt at all. Maybe just a little pleasant sting. I liked it very much, Mr. Anderson.”

  “But I slapped you so hard.”

  “Remember, I have some… padding back there.”

  “I like your padding.”

  “You do?”

  “I do.”

  After a minute of holding each other Cassandra yawned and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Less than an hour later the doorbell rang repeatedly, waking us from a dead sleep.

  “It’s the middle of the night. Who in the world could that be?” I mumbled, half-asleep.

  The doorbell kept ringing.

  “All right, already!” I shouted at the door, annoyed.

  I pulled myself out of bed and turned on the bedside light.

  “I’ll go see who that is,” I said.

  “OK, be careful,” Cassandra said, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts.

  As I put my bathrobe on, I heard a much louder pounding on the door. It sounded like it was being made by a wooden object. I looked through the key hole.

  “Who is it?” I heard Cassandra shout from the bedroom.

  “Christ! It’s the cops!” I shouted back and then immediately covered my mouth, realizing they could probably hear me.

  Through the keyhole I saw a black older female officer yell through the door. A younger black officer stood at her side.

  “Open up! Chicago Police Department!”

  By now the whole building was probably awake. Couldn’t a guy have a consensual spanking session on his birthday without the cops showing up? I opened the door and the two police officers stood glaring at me in the hallway. The female cop seemed to be the one in charge.