The Reluctant Dom

by Paul Preston

  “Without clothes? Are you serious?”

  “I am, Sire.”

  Cassandra settled back comfortably on my chest. I felt her soft breasts touching the skin of my torso. A long pause passed as we lay silently on the bed together. I was her “Lord and Master” this time. She really takes this submissive business seriously, I thought. Since we signed the contract, she never once broke out of her submissive/slave persona or called me by my first name. It was sexy to be treated with such respect, but kind of impersonal. I wished she would call me Charles again, just once in a while.

  After thinking, it occurred to me that perhaps Cassandra was keeping our relationship strictly business by upholding the roles between us as Dominant and submissive. By calling me Sire and My Lord, rather than my actual name, maybe it wasn’t Cassandra who was being objectified in our sexual relationship, it was I. If I had any hope of getting her to develop the same affection for me as I had for her, I would need to get her to see me as Charles Anderson, not just the man playing the role of the Dominant she fantasized about all her life.

  “May I ask how your mother is, Sire?” Cassandra said.

  “She’s fine and in good health, thank you.”

  “I felt badly I was unable to attend the luncheon. I really wanted to meet her.”

  I didn’t respond. Did she really want to meet my mother?

  “You’re not angry with me for not coming, are you?” she asked.

  “No, not at all. Why would I be angry? You’re all caught up with your work now, right?” I asked.

  “Yes! I’m not stressed about my project anymore. Now I can just relax and enjoy our time together. Still, I’m sorry I didn’t accompany you to meet your mother.”

  “Well, nowhere in the contract did it say, ‘Slave must accompany her Master to meet his mother for brunch’,” I said, smiling.

  Cassandra laughed.

  “I like your sense of humor, Sire, I really do…”

  “Hey, Cassandra?”

  “Yes, My Lord?”

  “Could you call me by my first name once in a while? It sounds so formal to be called Sire and My Lord all the time.”

  “Oh… Well, according to the contract, to show proper respect, I need to—”

  “I know what the contract says, but when we’re just hanging out together, could you call me Charles? It would make me feel more comfortable.”

  “I see. I suppose, if it makes you feel more comfortable, I won’t address you all the time in such a formal manner, My Lord.”

  “You mean, Charles. My name is Charles, Cassandra.”

  Cassandra chuckled.

  “Yes, of course, Charles.”

  I remembered I had eaten with my mother, but Cassandra hadn’t eaten anything in three or four hours. I asked her if she was hungry. She said she might be hungry a little later. Since I had virtually no food left in the refrigerator or coffee for tomorrow morning, we decided to go out to our favorite store, Safeway. I helped her out of the bed.

  “Go get ready while I pick out a sexy outfit for you to wear,” I said.

  “Yes, Charles.”

  Cassandra jumped into the shower while I picked out another slave outfit for my submissive to wear: a sheer loose tank top sans bra, a mini skirt, bright red thigh high stockings, matching red G-String panties and black boots. When she came out of the bathroom, I dressed her and she posed in the mirror. I approved of the way her gauzy top displayed her full breasts and protruding nipples and how her short skirt allowed a generous peek of her lovely ass, even without her bending over. After wearing her revealing outfit to the movies last night, she didn’t seem as ashamed to put on her new sexy clothes. Cassandra dried her hair, touched up her makeup and we left.

  In the grocery store I held my arm around her waist and hips in a proprietary way and we loaded up on food for the week. Once again the shoppers and employees stared at my sub the entire time we shopped and especially while we waited in the check-out line, as if they were in the presence of a Divine Being. A security officer followed us through the store like a dog in heat. This time Cassandra had gained confidence and seemed to enjoy the attention she garnered from being dressed in such a provocative manner. She gave everyone an easy smile as they leered at her. As before, I really didn’t mind the looks she kept getting. I felt like I was showing her off to the public, proud once again to be the escort of such an attractive woman. I whispered into her ear.

  “You seem more comfortable with the way you look today. I love how you are with me, so unashamed and free. Do you see how everyone looks at you? You’re so pretty, everywhere you go you seem to make people feel happy.”

  “Thank you, Charles,” she said.

  Cassandra smiled and held my hand on the way out of the store. We pushed the grocery cart together in the parking lot. I was going to go directly home with the groceries but then abruptly changed my mind. I decided to take a drive. As we aimlessly drove down the highway, Cassandra turned to me.

  “I would like to touch you. May I, My Lord?”

  “You may, submissive. Next time, you don’t have to ask. My body is yours to touch whenever you wish, just as your body is mine to fondle at will.”

  “Thank you, My Lord. I’ll remember that.”

  “My name is Charles. Call me that.”

  “Yes, Charles.”

  Cassandra placed her hand over my pelvis and I felt her nonchalantly petting and rubbing me with her thumb over my trousers while I drove. I tried to relax and focus on the road ahead as she touched me. The contact brought my penis to life and I grew hard as she increased the pressure of her strokes. I knew if I hadn’t already had multiple orgasms in the last twenty four hours, she would’ve made me come in my pants, due to the sexy way she was fondling me. I felt the urge to tell her how much I loved her, but refrained once again.

  I knew now I would never be able to go on with my meaningless life without Cassandra by my side. It was absolutely essential for me to figure out a way to get her to break this solemn oath to marry her boyfriend. Since she appeared totally committed to him, it wasn’t going to be easy. I had the feeling that getting down on my knees and desperately confessing my love would not only be ineffectual, but also make the time we had remaining uncomfortable for her. I only had three days left. Soon our time together would be nothing but a memory for her she might fondly recall late at night, like the salacious novel she read as a girl. I had to do something and quickly. But what?

  I thought about how confident Cassandra felt in public tonight in her revealing outfit. It occurred to me that perhaps she was at heart an exhibitionist. Of course. It all began to make sense. I remembered how she flirted with me and allowed me to touch her breasts in the store. I pictured how enthusiastically she gave me oral sex in the movie theater last night, despite the laws of public indecency. I thought about the clause of the contract that shocked me the most: “The slave shall keep her body available for sexual use by Master C at all times, day or night, and agrees by signing this contract that her Master has the right to determine if others may use her body for their pleasure as well.” Why else would she write that into her contract unless she secretly wished for it to happen? The very beginning of the contract stated that Cassandra must confess who she desires to be shared with sexually and that her Master had the right to remain in the room and watch. It couldn’t be clearer. She wanted to have a sexual experience in front of me with another person.

  I thought about what she said over the Frappuccino in the Starbucks yesterday: “Do you like to share? I do. It’s more fun that way. Do you like to share too, Charles?” She said it in such a sexy way, but at the time I thought nothing of it. Now I realized she had been subtly implying her desire to share something more than just the coffee drink. Apparently, she was completely serious when she whispered to me that she wanted to make love to two men, one right after the other.

  When I seriously thought about it, I wasn’t sure how I would feel about witnessing Cassandra being intimate with a
nother man. I was a liberal guy, but this might be too much. Would I find it sexy, watching her make love to another man? Though I had no interest in being with another female in front of her, I had to find a way to help her fulfill this primal need of hers. I knew I would most likely feel an intense jealousy toward the man. Would I be able to overcome these petty feelings of jealousy and possessiveness? If so, could it be that I was the one man in the world able to release the sexually liberated woman which existed inside of Cassandra? Could Cassandra be shared with others and yet remain mine and mine alone? My acceptance of this need of hers would set me far apart from her fiancée. He wouldn’t even allow Cassandra to show a little cleavage, much less take on a second lover in front of his righteous Godly eyes. Certainly her boyfriend would only stifle her sexual urges and repress them further. Could I be the man to set Cassandra free? Was I strong and open minded enough to handle it?

  I still felt apprehensive and nervous, but I made my decision to go through with the plan. I knew I could put aside my jealous feelings if I knew for certain that Cassandra loved me and me alone, and that I was the one she always went home with at the end of the night. Though I had personally never done anything like this with a woman or even fantasized about it, I would allow it in order to satisfy Cassandra’s needs. I was willing to do anything in order to have her, even if it meant watching her bring another man to an orgasm right in front of me. If she realized it was I who brought her repressed fantasies to life, wouldn’t she ultimately feel an even stronger passion for me than for this boyfriend of hers? Couldn’t she then forget about her prior pledge to him and remain with me?

  I would commit to the language of the contract, as written, down to the letter. Up to now, I may have been shy to fulfill Cassandra’s fantasies, but I would hold back no longer. And it wouldn’t be a fictitious unnamed character from some sordid novel acting as her Dom, but me, Charles Anderson, a man of flesh and blood. As a butterfly emerges from a chrysalis, I would make Cassandra my submissive/slave in real life and unleash this tigress inside her, to the extent that it would be unnatural for her to return to her conventional shame-based life.

  I must find an opportunity for this sensual young woman to make love to another man in front of me. But how? I wasn’t worried about the specifics. A woman as sexy as Cassandra would attract men like bees to honey. If she did end up returning to her boyfriend on Wednesday out of some sense of misplaced guilt, eventually she would realize her mistake and return to me. I would be there, waiting for her with open arms. Cassandra would see I was the one she was most compatible with. I was the one who loved and accepted her exactly as God made her. As I continued to drive down the highway with her sweet hand upon my thigh, I fantasized about a life with Cassandra: celebrating a wedding, buying a house, getting her pregnant and raising children. On the surface we would be the Andersons, the lovely couple with the cute kids, while continuing our secret life as Dom and sub. I imagined signing the contract with her again, but the duration period this time would read, “Through Perpetuity”.

  My plans took immediate action when I got the idea to visit the sex store. I had heard about this place called the Super Sex Emporium from this weird guy in the cubicle next to mine at work. I always thought the place might just be some perverted sexual fantasy of his, but I decided to check it out anyway. Cassandra helped me find the location and directions to the store on her I-Phone. I got on the I-80 toward Chicago and we drove for fifteen or twenty minutes until we found the correct exit.

  The Super Sex Emporium was evidently real, like a Toys R Us for adults. As soon as I walked in I knew I had found my new favorite store. Why couldn’t they open up a Super Sex Emporium in my miserable neighborhood? I was like a kid in a candy store. Along with all of the other seedy men skulking about, I picked up a shopping cart and browsed around searching for sex toys. The only difference between me and the other degenerates was that I had a hot submissive on my arm. Everyone in the store, lonely college kids as well as bespectacled professional men in business suits, were drooling over Cassandra’s pronounced breasts and sweetly curved ass. As we walked through the store, I held my hand on her hip and noticed the material of the mini skirt kinking upwards, exposing more of her cute behind to the customers. She didn’t seem to mind. The people who lived closer to Chicago were much more aggressive than the snooty shoppers in the suburbs, literally following us around the store like wolves searching for fresh meat. Once again, Cassandra couldn’t have been more gracious to them, smiling and saying “Hello” to each person, as if we were all attending a church social together.

  Cassandra took particular notice of the merchandise in a corner of the store when we wandered into the Extreme Bondage Section. We both stared at the boxes advertising restraint systems with pictures of pretty bound women on the packaging in the midst of steamy sex scenes. We held each other’s hands as we shopped, realizing we were both attracted to the scenes depicted on the boxes. Since I only had until Wednesday to win Cassandra away from her military man, I went crazy with my credit card, buying all sorts of Adult toys and lubricating gels, restraint systems with collars and leashes, sexy panties, lingerie and club wear as well as several pieces of erotic body jewelry from the display case. We carried out all the items from the store in several nondescript black bags.

  Back in the car Cassandra’s hand drifted over to my leg and my penis sprang to life at her touch. She kept her hand on my inner thigh, petting and arousing me as I drove home. After a moment of silence, she spoke.

  “Charles, do you mind if I talk to you about something I’ve been thinking about?”

  “You can talk to me about anything you like, Cassandra. I love hearing the sound of your voice.”

  “Well… this morning, after breakfast…”

  “Yes?”

  “When I kissed you... I wanted to ask you… did you like it when I let you finish… in my mouth?”

  “Oh my God yes! I loved it. It was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me in bed, Cassandra. You gave me so much pleasure.”

  “That’s good because I really liked it too. And can I ask you… did you like it, Charles, when I… swallowed your semen?”

  “I can’t even begin to describe how good you made me feel. When I came… in your mouth and watched you swallow me it made me feel so close to you, Cassandra. Closer than I ever felt to a woman in my life.”

  “That’s nice. It made me feel close to you as well. I guess what I wanted to say is… I feel more like the women in the book I told you about.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “I find like I’m craving it.”

  “Craving it?”

  “Yes. The feel of it… on my lips, in my mouth. The taste of it… over my tongue and sliding down my throat. I know we just had sex last night and again this afternoon but…would it be bother you if I kissed you again? Right now? I liked it when you finished inside my mouth so much. I thought by finally doing it my cravings would be cured, but now it’s become even worse. It’s all I can think about. Hopefully after a few more times, the novelty will wear off and I can put this obsession aside. You can just relax and drive while I kiss you. Do you mind?”

  “Cassandra, you may kiss me whenever you want, wherever you want. My body is available to you twenty four hours a day. You never even need to ask.”

  “Thank you, My Lord. As a guy, I was pretty sure you wouldn’t refuse, but I thought it would be polite to ask anyway.”

  Cassandra immediately unzipped me and I lifted my hips off the car seat so she could maneuver my boxers and trousers down my legs. She made herself comfortable by lying down on her side, her face in my lap. I readjusted the car seat back as far as it would go and she took my erect penis in her mouth. She gently suckled upon it on the ride back home. I tried my best to stay focused on the road as the feeling of pleasure she gave me with her mouth, lips and tongue surged through me. I started breathing deeply and swerving slightly on the highway when she slid her tongue down to the base
of my shaft and slowly licked beneath my scrotum. I saw a rest stop up ahead and decided to veer off the road before I got into an accident. I parked away from all the other cars and lights, relaxed and watched Cassandra rhythmically suck upon me. After a few minutes of feeling her wet mouth and tongue slide up and down my sensitive skin, I closed my fingers in a tight grip in her long hair. When she swallowed my shaft deep into her throat, I moaned out and released my semen into her mouth in a shivering burst of fluid. After swallowing me easily, she kept giving me pleasure with her mouth even after I’d finished.

  After my breathing returned to normal and my pounding heart calmed, I started the car and got back on the road. At traffic lights, I saw other motorists looking into my car and seeing a young woman in a reclining position in the front seat. I glanced into their envious eyes and petted the hair of my sub with pride. She kept sucking on me until we exited off the highway close to my home. We parked and Cassandra helped get my pants back on, patting my penis appreciatively twice before maneuvering it back inside and zipping me up. It was the longest period of time a woman had ever given me oral sex in my life. She seemed to savor the act and enjoy the sensation of having my penis in her mouth. She kept me hard on the entire trip home, despite my ejaculation a few minutes earlier.

  “That was nice. Thank you, My Lord,” she said, touching the residue of my semen on the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

  “Have I cured you of your cravings?” I asked, smiling.

  Rather than returning my smile, she had a somewhat distressed look in her eyes.

  “I’m afraid not, Sir. The more I kiss you there, the more I want to kiss you again. I like the feeling of having you between my lips.”

  “You can kiss me whenever you like, Cassandra. It feels so good to me. I’m lucky to be with such an affectionate woman.”

  I took a deep breath and finally decided to share my feelings with her.

  “You might as well know I’m quite infatuated with you, Cassandra. I’ll never be able to forget you.”