by Paul Preston
Your submissive, Cassandra
Chapter Seven
Cassandra’s Visit to Obsessions
Hearing Cassandra read her most private thoughts in the journal was an emotional experience for me. Sitting directly in front of her on the edge of the bed, I immediately lifted her up to her knees and grasped her breasts, taking the swollen areolas in my mouth and sucking on them with an intense passion. Her pink nipples turned red from my fervent attention and her puffy areolas seemed to inflate with air, the luscious large rings circling the surface. I squeezed her breasts together and her cleavage rose up proudly in my grasp, two large mounds with an inviting valley of flesh between them. Her small chained hands reached out and easily found my erection. As I played with her breasts and sucked on her nipples, I could feel my penis at full attention, throbbing at each stroke of her fingers.
After sucking on her nipples, I gazed down at my submissive. My heart burned with love for her and yearned for her love in return. She kept her eyes respectfully lowered on my erection as we spoke.
“Did you like what I wrote in the journal, Charles?”
“I did. I’m very happy with what you wrote to me.”
“I want you to know I meant every word of it.”
“I know you did. Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby, thank you.”
Cassandra continued to slide her delicate hands up and down my penis with an intense gaze in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, but I feel the need to keep you captive in bed from now on. Is it uncomfortable for you to be tied up at night, Cassandra?”
“No, I actually enjoyed being tied to the bed. But at the same time I…”
“What?”
“I don’t understand what’s happening to me, Charles.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have an intense craving for your penis now. All I can think about, day and night, is kneeling at your feet, taking your penis into my mouth and sucking on it. I desire the taste of your semen again, the creamy texture of it on my tongue and the feeling of it sliding down my throat when I swallow.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged, submissive.”
“I thought if I finally gave in to my desires I’d be able to purge them from my soul once and for all. Instead I feel I’m becoming addicted to it. All of this. The chains, the collar, the whip, the paddle… your tongue, your penis, and most of all… your semen, Charles. I thought giving in and indulging myself would cure me of my disease, but it’s only made my obsession worse. Much worse.”
She squeezed my penis firmly in her palms as she spoke and would not let go, as if my erection was the only tangible thing left in her life to hold on to.
“Cassandra, I want you to be addicted to me. I want to share my life with you and give you everything you desire. It’s not a disease. We just have a natural attraction to each other. It’s perfectly normal to feel this way when two people care for one another. I’m addicted to you too.”
“But in less than two days, I have to go back to my boyfriend, Charles.”
“But you don’t! Don’t you see? You don’t ever have to go back to him. You can stay right here with me, as my submissive for life.”
“No, no. I can’t. I have to go back to him…”
Cassandra kept staring down at my penis as it grew larger and thicker in her hands. She licked her lips and parted them as she stared at the bulbous tip.
“This is the life you crave, the life you want, isn’t it, Cassandra? Give in to it. Give in to your obsession.”
I placed a pillow on the floor and helped her to kneel upon it.
“Come. Take what you need from me, my body, what you crave. It’s yours now. Take it from me.”
“Thank you, My Lord.”
I thrust myself forward and Cassandra took my penis into her mouth. She kept her hands obediently at her sides and only used her mouth to stimulate me. She licked the sides of my shaft and sucked upon the tip and rim with a hungry passion. It grew thicker and longer in her mouth. When I was fully erect, Cassandra leaned forward and took each side of my scrotum into her mouth and suckled upon them. Keeping her upper body stiff and her lips clamped over my penis, Cassandra rocked rapidly back and forth on her knees, drawing my erection deeper and deeper down her throat. Seeing her large pendulous breasts bouncing freely and watching the chains sway to and fro on her milky-white skin, I felt myself about to explode. I shut my eyes and tilted my head back, whispering out.
“Are you ready to be given what you need, what you crave?”
Unable to wait for her answer, a tremor came from deep within and my semen burst out through my lover’s lips and into her mouth, gliding over her tongue, streaming in long thick strands directly down her open throat. Cassandra increased the speed of her sucking motion, milking me of the fluid within. I trembled once more and moaned out when she extracted the last sensitive stubborn drops from the tip. She kept her lips over the tip of my penis until my breathing returned to normal. Finally, I slid my penis out from her lips. It continued to point straight up, pulsing with blood.
“Let’s get ready to go, Cassandra. I have an exciting day planned for us.”
After removing her chains, it was time to carry out my plan. I picked a sexy cocktail dress and a pair of open-crotched panties for Cassandra to wear and she did her makeup and hair while I dressed. We drove to the mall and went directly to a woman’s full service salon. After a short wait a chair became available. I instructed the hairstylist exactly how I wished her hair to look. Cassandra was given the deluxe spa package, hair trimmed, styled and colored, full manicure and pedicure, eyebrows waxed and shaped and a full Brazilian body wax. I wandered around the mall for a few hours and came back to see the results. When the stylist swiveled Cassandra’s chair around to face the mirror, she looked completely different. She already was strikingly attractive, but her beauty had been enhanced by the makeover. Cassandra gazed at her brand new thick blonde hair, trimmed eyebrows, and red fingernails and toes. With her sexual freedom she now had a new look. Hopefully her boyfriend wouldn’t recognize the girl he left behind. She was mine now. Cassandra was mine.
“I look so different,” she said.
“Do you like it, Cassandra? I do. You look like a movie star.”
“I love it, Charles. You made me look like…”
“Who, Cassandra? Scarlett Johansson? Marilyn Monroe?”
“No. I look exactly like my sister now…”
Cassandra’s mystery sister. Now I really wanted to meet her.
“Oh. She must be a very pretty woman then, if she looks like this,” I said.
“She is, Charles. I think you’d like her.”
“I’m sure I would. I hope I get the chance to meet her one day.”
We left the mall and I drove to a neighborhood upscale bar I had passed by several times, but had never gone in. Before we left the car, I told Cassandra my plan. I felt a vague sense of apprehension about it. In fact, the whole idea of Cassandra touching or being touched by another man sickened me. I began to have second thoughts about the idea, but it seemed like the only way I could keep her with me past Wednesday. I was extremely nervous about going through with it, but the clock was ticking. My time with Cassandra was running out. I had to do something fast. A bold decisive move.
“As your Dom, it’s my duty to arrange… scenarios for you… which may help you to overcome your feelings of sexual shame. Is that right?”
“It is.”
I took a deep breath.
“Tonight, it’s my desire to set up a situation where you’ll have the opportunity to have a sexual experience with another man, in front of me. By the contract you signed, your body is my property and you’ve given me the right to freely share you with another man. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to have a sexual encounter with another man this evening, submissive?”
Cassandra slowly nodded.
“Are you sure you want to
do this, Cassandra? You told me this is your most secret desire. I’m just trying to help you fulfill these fantasies of yours.”
Cassandra flipped down the mirror on the back of the car’s sun visor and kept looking at her reflection, as if she didn’t recognize herself.
“I want to, but I guess I’m just a little nervous about it. I’m comfortable with you, Charles, but I don’t know if I’d be comfortable with someone else.”
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I mean, I’m not forcing you to sleep with another guy. I thought this is what you wanted.”
“I do, I do. It’s something I’ve fantasized about. I’m just scared of the idea, that’s all.”
I held out my hand and she took it.
“I want you to know Cassandra that I really care about you and I have these feelings for you. I thought if I could get over my jealousy and allow you to have this experience, perhaps it would bring us closer together.”
“I feel close to you too already, Charles. I don’t know how much closer two people can get in two days.”
“You don’t know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that. I wasn’t sure if you… you know… liked me.”
“Are you kidding? Charles! Of course, I like you. I’m crazy about you! Why do you think I’m kissing you every chance I get?”
It gave me this incredible feeling of joy to hear her say that. I immediately leaned across the car and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Maybe we still had a chance to be together past Wednesday. Could my crazy plan work out after all? Still, I felt extremely nervous going into the bar with her. I instinctively feared I would lose her as soon as she looked at another man. I had to somehow get control of my intense feelings of jealousy.
“Listen, if you think this is a bad idea, Cassandra, we can just go home tonight, relax, and eat some popcorn in front of the TV? Do you want to?”
“No, I think you’re right, Mr. Anderson. We should try to do this. At least once. Maybe this is exactly what I need.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to. I want to be clear. I certainly don’t want to force you.”
“You’re not forcing me. I know you’re not. And I’m sure. I think I’ll be OK, as long as you’re there.”
“Of course, I’ll be there, Cassandra. Do you think I would let anything happen to you? I’ll stop whatever is happening right away if I think you won’t be safe or if you feel uncomfortable.”
Cassandra appeared to be visibly nervous.
“Will you make sure he wears protection in case he… you know. It’ll be safer that way for you too, Charles.”
“Of course. Of course, I will. No one is getting anywhere near you without protection.”
“OK… Then I guess I’ll try.”
“OK…”
We both remained in the car, not moving.
“There’s a pretty nice bar in that restaurant. I always see good looking people going in and out of that place. Have you ever been there, Cassandra?”
“No.”
“Well, I thought we could just go in, sit at the bar and… see what develops.”
“OK.”
I opened the car door and Cassandra touched my arm before I got out.
“Just one thing. The contract says I am to openly share my desire of who I wish to open myself up to… sexually. I know the ultimate decision is yours to make, Charles, but can I at least tell you who I feel attracted to first?”
If it were up to me, the only pair of hands to ever touch Cassandra would be mine, I thought. The whole affair made me terribly uncomfortable. But in order to win her in the end, I had to do it. I had to.
“Of course, Cassandra. That’s a wonderful idea. We’ll look around the bar and see if there’s anyone in there who looks promising. I just want to make you happy, you know,” I said.
“I know,” she said, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. “You do make me happy, Charles. You’re the best Dom a girl could ever have.”
Cassandra was the first one out of the car. We went into the bar, ordered a couple of drinks and hung out for a half an hour. Where were all the swingers? Even though it was a holiday weekend the place was fairly dead on a Monday. There were just some older couples celebrating Labor Day with a quiet dinner and catching the early bird special. I looked around the bar.
“Do you find anyone in here particularly attractive?” I asked.
“No, not really,” Cassandra said.
We left and drove to the only another bar in my neighborhood, a bohemian club which smelled of stale beer and college students. It was more crowded, but I could tell right away it was not the right place for us. We looked at each other, turned around and walked out. Why couldn’t there be a cool sexually progressive bar in my crummy town? We went back to the car. I privately felt relieved there weren’t any Dominants lurking around in the suburbs. Maybe we could just go home and I could have Chinese food delivered. I was about to ask Cassandra if she was hungry, when I saw her fooling around with her I-Phone, her thumbs dancing on the keypad.
“How about this place?
She handed me the phone. I looked down at the small screen and saw the website for a place called “Obsessions”. There was a photo of what looked like the interior of a normal night club, but there were these chains dangling from the ceiling and what looked like metal rings mounted into the black walls. Above the photo was the address along with the description, “A Private Gentlemen’s Club”. On the bottom of the page there was a phone number and an address with the words, “Call for an appointment”.
“I never heard of this place,” I said. “How’d you find it?”
“I just googled the words, “submissive” and “Chicago night club” and found a blog from some man named Master G. He gave the club a favorable rating and included a link to their website,” Cassandra said.
“It says call for an appointment. Can’t we just show up?” I asked
“I think you need to call first,” she said.
“What night club gives appointments?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to call?”
“OK,” she said.
I dialed the number.
“Obsessions,” an efficient male voice said, picking up the phone after the first ring.
“Yes, hello. I was visiting your website and I was wondering… what kind of night club is Obsessions?”
“It’s a club that caters to Dominants and submissives and those interested in exploring an alternative lifestyle,” the voice on the phone said.
It sounded perfect for us. I had no idea these places existed.
“Oh. Well, my… submissive… and I would like to drop by this evening to see your club, if you have an appointment available.”
“Well, you’re in luck. Usually appointments are booked weeks in advance to get a tour, but we had last minute cancellation. What’s your name?”
“Charles Anderson.”
“And your sub’s name?”
“Cassandra.”
“OK. Can you make it here around 7, Mr. Anderson?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“May I ask, are you in a committed consensual relationship with Cassandra?”
“We are. Yes.”
Listening to the conversation, Cassandra appeared excited.
“Ask them if there is a dress code?” she whispered.
Cassandra leaned over and I angled the cell phone so we both could hear.
“Uhhh… my submissive wanted to ask… is there a dress code?”
“Men should wear a suit or blazer and slacks, ties are optional. For the ladies, something sexy,” the voice said.
“OK. Thanks. Is there anything else we need to know?” I asked.
“No, that’s it. Just be sure to have Cassandra wear her collar, so the single men in the club know she’s spoken for. And bring a copy of your contract to show to the owner of the club, Jim Jefferson. When you get here, ask for him,” he said.
“
Jim Jefferson?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “And don’t forget to bring your contract to show to the owner. See you at 7. Thanks for calling Obsessions.”
After he hung up, Cassandra found the directions to the night club on her phone.
“That place seems promising. He said it was a night club for dominates and submissives,” I said.
“Really? That sounds perfect,” Cassandra said.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
“Charles, if we have time, do you think we could stop by your apartment so I can change. It’s right on the way.”
“Sure, we have plenty of time. Besides, we have to pick up the contract to show them anyway.”
“Is that what he said? We need to show them the contract?”
“Apparently so. I guess they want to make sure we’re in a real relationship. What are you planning on wearing?”
“I don’t know. I thought you could help me pick out something a little more…”
“Sexy?”
Cassandra nodded her head and smiled. I started the car. This may work out after all, I thought.
Back at my apartment, Cassandra modeled various outfits for me. Although it was racy, I chose a light turquoise colored sheer fishnet dress, open-crotched pearl lined G-String panties and transparent high heels. Her breasts were completely exposed by the transparent material and the lips of her vagina could be clearly seen peeking under the hem of her dress. When I asked her to turn around so I could see the view from behind, the curves of her ass were fully revealed, with the pencil thin string of pearls running through the crease between her cheeks. Since we were going to a club for submissives, I cuffed her hands behind her back and Cassandra arched her breasts upward in response. I slid off the fur lining of the handcuffs, since I preferred the look of the hard silver metal upon her delicate pale skin. I asked her if they were too tight and she nodded her head no and smiled. I changed into my best suit, placed her coat over her shoulders and ushered her out to the parking garage. It was a little nippy outside and Cassandra looked cold, so I turned up the heat in the car to full blast so she’d be more comfortable. Cassandra told me I looked handsome in my suit and I told her she looked very pretty and sexy in her outfit. We were both excited as I drove us to the night club.