The Reluctant Dom

by Paul Preston

  “I will remember you too for the rest of my life, Sire.”

  “Call me Charles.”

  “Charles…”

  By the time we got back inside my apartment it was dark. Despite Cassandra’s protests I prepared a delicious meal, filet of sole and fresh veggies. We ate from the same plate, the same fork, this time with Cassandra cozily situated in my lap. Then we retired for the evening to the bedroom to open the new toys. I felt like a kid on Christmas day. While unpacking one of the bags, Cassandra saw the long receipt.

  “Mr. Anderson! You spent so much money!”

  “Don’t worry. I have plenty of savings. I’m happy to have someone to spend my money on.”

  “But it’s too much!”

  I took her hands and kissed her tenderly and softly on her lips.

  “You’re worth every penny to me, Cassandra.”

  “You are nice to me, My Lord.”

  “Let’s see what we have in here…”

  Out of the first bag I pulled out the pretty open-crotched G-string panties I picked out for her. She slipped her boots off and shimmied out of her mini skirt, tank top and panties. I liked how comfortable Cassandra felt undressing in front of me. Her nude body was such a joy to behold for me and I’ll remember those generous feminine curves of hers for the rest of my life. I knew the new panties I bought would look enticing, fit her perfectly and frame her most intimate area like a work of art. She tried on several pairs in various colors and styles. One pair displayed her body in white silk and lace while exposing the outer lips of her labia and the curling pink floral bud of her clitoris to full view. One sported a thin leather strap decorated with rhinestones that threaded through the folds of her sex. Another pair had a string of imitation white pearls sown to a pencil-thin thong that stretched tightly into her sheath. The pearls disappeared from view and then reappeared out of the crease between the lovely cheeks of her ass. Like a runway model, Cassandra walked across the room to the mirror on the wall, turning her body so I could see the exquisite view and then walked back. God, she looked so cute and sexy in the new panties.

  After trying on the new panties, she put back on her simple red G-string. I much preferred seeing Cassandra’s intimate area fully exposed, so only open-crotched panties would do from now on.

  “Cassandra, come here please.”

  I didn’t think twice about grabbing the scissors this time. After a couple of snips, the red G-String fell in pieces to the floor. If Cassandra wanted to have a Dom I would give her a Dom, one she would never forget.

  “From now on you’ll wear only open-crotched panties so everyone will have an unobstructed view of your most private area. Do you understand what your Master requires of you, submissive?”

  She nodded, agreeing to my demands. My plan to win her was falling into place.

  “Which panties would you have me wear tonight, My Lord?”

  “I think the white silk and lace panties offer me the prettiest view.”

  “Of course, Sire.”

  After she put on the open-crotched panties I chose for her, Cassandra pulled out a black diary covered in velvet out of one of the Sex Emporium bags.

  “What’s this?” Cassandra asked.

  “It’s a special diary I found in the shop, a little extra gift for you. I thought you might like to record your thoughts and feelings of our time together.”

  “That’s so thoughtful of you, Sire.”

  “Starting tomorrow morning, I’d like you to spend some time each day writing in your journal. Then I’d like you to read you’re innermost thoughts back to me, so there are no secrets between us.”

  Cassandra smiled, clutching the diary to her breasts.

  “I will. What a wonderful idea. Thank You, Sir!”

  “Please. Call me Charles.”

  “Thank you, Charles. It’s a lovely gift.”

  Although there were several other unopened bags, I couldn’t wait to open the biggest and most exciting gift, a Leather Restraint Set. Santa Claus had definitely come early for me this year. I set the large box on the bed and we removed the contents, lining everything up on the bed. We held hands as we looked over the brand new sexy items.

  I noticed Cassandra’s eyes gliding over the bondage gear and sex toys. She seemed to especially focus on the blindfold, collar, whip and spanking paddle laid out in a neat row. She reached out with her finger and touched the smooth thin wooden surface of the paddle and its leather trimmed handle.

  Remembering how much she enjoyed the spanking from last night, I came up with a plan. Rather than begging her to stay with me at the end of our contract, there might be a way I could make Cassandra kneel to me and become my permanent sub. If the act of being disciplined by my hand could bond her to me, it might make the decision to go back to her boyfriend that much more difficult on Wednesday. I had to stop acting like a love struck boy with her and more like a strong and confident Dom. I looked her deep in the eyes. It was time to stop playing games with her and get strict.

  “Submissive…”

  “Yes, My Lord?”

  “My name is Charles. How many times must I repeat myself to you? Charles. That’s my name. I’ve told you repeatedly. When we’re alone together, call me Charles.”

  She nodded her head and looked down. The jovial mood between us was ruined. I knew I was acting like a real asshole, but the role of the Dom didn’t exactly come naturally to me. I hoped I wasn’t overdoing it.

  “Now. Remove that gold cross from around your neck.”

  Cassandra reached up and touched the tiny cross with her fingertips.

  “But… Charles… my boyfriend asked me to wear it and never take it off until I see him again.”

  “Are you refusing my request, submissive?”

  “No… It’s just that… I’ve worn it ever since he left for his tour. I’ve never taken it off in three years, for good luck.”

  “I’ll return it to you on Wednesday when your time with me is over. At the moment however, you signed a contract to be my submissive slave and I intend to hold you to it. You cannot serve two Masters at once, Cassandra. By contract, you’ve just directly ignored a command and will face the consequences for your disobedience. Now take off the cross without further delay and place it in the palm of my hand before I lose my temper with you.”

  Cassandra complied, taking her necklace off and dropping it into my outstretched palm. The chain coiled perfectly into my palm like a trained golden snake. I half expected to hear a sizzling sound as the cross touched my skin. I placed it on the vanity table.

  “Now your engagement ring. Take it off, Cassandra. You’re my submissive until Wednesday. You’re not married yet.”

  She handed over her ring and I set it next to the cross. I placed Cassandra directly in front of the wall mirror, took the thick leather collar out of the bag and tightened it securely around her throat. My heart pounded in my chest as I buckled the leather strap around her tender neck for the first time.

  “You’re mine until Wednesday, Cassandra. Do you understand? All mine.

  “Yes, Charles.”

  “I’ve attached the collar to your throat. You are mine now. You swallowed my semen. I am yours, Charles. Say it. Use my first name.”

  “I swallowed your semen. I’m yours, Charles.”

  “I like swallowing your semen Charles. It makes me happy to be your submissive. Say it.”

  She repeated my words, staring at herself in the mirror and touching the leather strap and O-Ring attached to her collar. I felt myself becoming aroused by her ultimate submission to me.

  “Is it too tight?” I asked.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Hold your arms out for me please.”

  She offered me her open palms and I attached the leather restraints tightly around her wrists and ankles. Then I picked up a 12 inch long studded leather strap with two O-rings sown into it, along with the five shiny silver chains. I positioned the leather strap at the center of Cassandra’s t
orso. The first silver chain linked to the upper part of the leather strap just below her breasts. The chain snaked up through her cleavage, attaching to the O-Ring on the front of her slave collar. Two shorter chains individually locked into her right and left wrist restraints and attached into the bottom O-Ring on the leather strap, right below her belly button. A set of two longer matching silver chains descended down from the bottom O-ring to lock into her left and right ankle restraints, immobilizing her completely.

  We both looked in the mirror. Cassandra was now placed in complete bondage and submission to me. She examined the way her body looked, completely chained. I stood close behind, cupping one hand over her breast and lightly brushing my fingertips over the moist open folds of flesh between her open-crotched panties. I whispered into her ear.

  “Don’t you see? I can never let you go now, Cassandra. I can never let you out of this bondage. If it were up to me, you would wear these chains night and day, in public and in private, with your breasts and pussy exposed, for the rest of your life.”

  Seeing Cassandra in chains made my heart feel like it was about to burst. It was an emotional experience for me. Cassandra had truly become my submissive and I had transformed into her Dom. I squeezed her roughly and pressed my erection into her soft back side. She continued to stare at herself in the mirror, mesmerized.

  “This is exactly what I fantasized about for so long. Thank you, Charles. You’ve made all my fantasies come true…”

  She turned from the mirror and kissed me with her tongue.

  “Would you like me to pleasure you again, Mr. Anderson?” she asked.

  “You disobeyed me a moment ago, Cassandra.”

  Bound head to foot, Cassandra bowed her head in shame.

  “I did.”

  “You know what must happen next.”

  “I deserve it, Charles. I offer myself to be disciplined by your loving hand.”

  I picked up the wooden spanking paddle and the small whip with black leather tassels from the bed, showing them to her.

  “Which would you prefer, the whip or the paddle?” I asked.

  “I’d prefer… both, if it pleases you, Master C.”

  “Alright, sub. Remember to say your safe word if I happen to cross your pain threshold.”

  “I will. Please don’t leave permanent marks on my skin.”

  “I won’t, as our contract stipulates. Would you like to be blindfolded?”

  “Yes.”

  I placed the blindfold over Cassandra’s eyes and kissed her full on the lips. It was getting late, so I turned my stereo on to drown out the sound. I placed her hands over her head and extended her fingers so her palms were flat against the wall. I spread her legs apart and positioned her so she was leaning into the wall and arching her ass. I ran the leather tassels of the whip in a teasing motion lightly down her back and whispered in her ear.

  “I will punish you twice, once with the whip and once with the paddle.”

  I flicked my wrist and the first lash came down swiftly upon her left shoulder. It came as a complete surprise to Cassandra. She breathed out and her body flinched at the contact with the whip.

  “Did that hurt?” I asked.

  “No, the tassels are soft.”

  The second lash came down over her right shoulder. She seemed to be more prepared for the second lash and just tilted her head back and breathed out at the contact. I had never used a lash before and wasn’t sure how hard I should flick my wrist. I checked the skin on her shoulders. A slight redness had colored the delicate skin of her shoulders, but the tassels left no permanent mark.

  “Are you feeling the whip, slave?”

  “Yes, Charles.”

  “Would you like it if I lashed you harder?”

  “No, Charles. The pressure is just perfect.”

  On the last word at the end of each of my questions, the lash rained down upon her skin. She breathed out each time, first on the left flank, then the right, next the right side of her ass, then the left. The earthy scent of her arousal filled the room as I whipped her.

  “Do you know why I’m punishing you, Cassandra?”

  “For not taking off the chain when you asked me.”

  “That’s correct. But do you know the other reason I’m punishing you, submissive?”

  “No.”

  “Because it is my desire to do so. And I like to do it.”

  After the final lash, I pressed my erection against her back side.

  “Do you like being whipped by me, Cassandra?”

  “Yes.”

  “It excites you. Doesn’t it, submissive? In a sexual way.”

  “It does...”

  I checked the skin of her back and ass. The red marks faded as quickly as they appeared. I dropped the whip, took the blindfold off, and turned Cassandra around to face me directly. She looked pale and vulnerable, like a baby bird that had fallen from its nest.

  “Look me in the eyes,” I insisted. “Tell me that you love me, slave.”

  “I love you, Charles.”

  “Tell me that you love only me.”

  “I love only you, Charles.”

  Even though I knew she was just repeating what I told her to say, hearing her tell me she loved me gave me a rush of emotion. I grasped her firmly by the upper arms and kissed her passionately, holding her chained body as tightly as I could against me.

  “Lie down on the bed, slave. On your stomach.”

  Cassandra lay down and arched her ass off the mattress, inviting me to finish the lesson. I sat close to her on the edge of the bed and stroked her silky long hair. I loved running my fingers through it.

  “When I asked you to remove your gold cross, your first thought was for your boyfriend. You didn’t want to take it off since he’d given it to you. You thought of his feelings before mine, didn’t you, submissive?”

  “I did.”

  “How do you think that made me feel?”

  “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings in any way, Charles.”

  “Say, I will think of you first, before I think of anyone else. Say it.”

  “I will think of you first, before I think of anyone else.”

  “I am your property Charles. Say it.”

  “I am your property Charles.”

  “I am your slave and I belong to you.”

  “I am your slave and I belong to you.”

  “And only to you.”

  “And only to you.”

  “Very good. Now I’m going to strike you very hard, twice on each side of your ass with the wooden paddle. It’s going to sting and you’re going to cry for me. Afterwards I’m going to bind you with rope and kiss you intimately like you’ve never been kissed before. You’re going to come in my mouth and I’m going to swallow your fluid, just as you’ve swallowed mine. You will tell me you love me before you go to sleep and I will bind you to the bedpost so you won’t be able to escape from me at night. And we will have a restful sleep together. Are you ready to be slapped, Cassandra?”

  “I offer you my ass as an apology for not thinking of you first, Charles.”

  “OK. Brace yourself. It’s going to sting.”

  I turned the music up higher and slapped Cassandra very hard with the wooden paddle, once on each cheek. I waited a moment and repeated the spanking. Cassandra’s entire body buckled at the firm contact. The paddle turned her ass beet-red. I turned Cassandra’s cheek to face me and it was wet with tears. Black streaks of mascara ran down both cheeks.

  I turned her over onto her back and used the Japanese Silk Rope I’d purchased to lift and spread her thighs and chained ankles off the mattress, tying the ends of the rope to the bedposts. In this position she was completely accessible to me, her curling inner flesh beckoning my tongue. I buried my mouth in her wetness from the bridge of my nose to the bottom of my chin, licking her with the tip of my tongue and sucking on her innermost folds. Cassandra moaned, giving in to her feeling of pleasure. I slid two fingers into her opening in a wide V-sha
pe and pressed upwards, thrusting my fingers in and out and rubbing the tip of her clitoris with the thumb of my other hand. As she was about to orgasm, I placed my open mouth and tongue near the lips of her sex.

  “Come for me, sub. Come for me.”

  Her thighs trembled and Cassandra moaned out again. I slipped my tongue deeper inside and tasted the sweet nectar of her release. When I pulled my hand out, my two fingers were coated with white creamy particles I had never seen before. I rubbed the wet slippery substance between the tips of my fingers and it dissolved into my skin. The scent of her arousal was musky and strong. Cassandra was panting in and out rapidly. I looked down at her.

  “Say it now submissive. Say it.”

  “I… love you Charles. I love you.”

  “I love you too. I’ll always love you, Cassandra, for the rest of my life.”

  When her breathing calmed, I untied her thighs and turned off the lights for the night.

  “I need to use the rest room please.”

  “Of course.”

  I escorted her to the bathroom and stood above her in the shadows, watching her intently from the shadows. Her cheeks flushed with shame as she urinated, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. She stood up, flushed, washed and dried her hands, and turned to face me. Her transformation was now complete. I helped her back into bed so she wouldn’t trip in the dark.

  “Would you like a drink of water, Cassandra?”

  “Yes please.”

  “Wait here.”

  I went to the kitchen, poured us a tall glass of filtered water and brought it back to the bedroom for us to share. After drinking she whispered out my name in the dark.

  “Charles?”

  “Yes?”

  “May I say my prayers now?”

  “You may.”

  Cassandra kneeled down on the floor beside the bed. I could feel her body against my legs in the shadows. Chained from neck to ankles, she placed her palms together pointing upward in a steeple shape and bowed her head for a brief moment. Then she laid back down on the bed next to me.

  I freed her wrists, only to handcuff them over her head to the bedpost behind her. I positioned her on her side and took her breasts firmly in my hands.

  “Tell me then,” I said. “What did you pray for?”