Dominique

by Sir Nathan

  “Only if she addresses me by my rightful name.”

  I glanced up again. Was that a smile? Biting my lip, I whispering, “Thank you, M-Master. I ...” Paul and Kate seemed to fade into the background as I spoke. “I feel humbled, Master. Humbled that you care enough to help me become the submissive you desire, and the submissive I want to be. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve the chance to earn your forgiveness, but thank you for that chance.” I swallowed, resolving to do anything for this man. Andrew. My Master. “I want nothing more than to please you. My heart, mind and body are yours. Master, I know I have let you down. And I’m sorry beyond my ability to describe. I’ll do better, Master. I’m determined to make you proud of me again.”

  As I listened to Dominique’s thoughtful words, I was touched by her simple honesty. She knew what was expected of her and she knew she should not have defied me. Even taking everything else into consideration, there would be a price to pay for that. Gazing down on her, I set my jaw. “Go to your room and strip. Get your collar. Do not put it on. You don’t deserve it. Proceed to my study and kneel in the middle of the room facing away from the door. I do not want your face to be the first thing I see when I walk through that door. Place your collar on the floor behind you. I want it out of your sight.” I threw the key to the ground in front of her. “Now, GO!” Picking it up and scrambling to her feet, she excused herself and hurried past us up to the house. When she was out of earshot, I turned to Paul. “I don’t know what came over her.”

  “They all have their setbacks,” Paul offered kindly.

  “Yes, yes. I know you’re right.”

  “Would you like us to leave?” he asked.

  “No, I’d like you both to stay. I’m going to need your help with what I have in mind.”

  “Hmmm. Well, I’m sure Kate won’t mind a change in plans. Her dominance needs work anyway,” he added, chuckling. Kate pouted then giggled, and I couldn’t help but smile. Paul was a good friend, and though he was humouring me, I could see the concern in his face. Hindsight was a wonderful thing.

  “I tend to agree with you,” I said, and we all laughed. “What about you Kate? Do you have anything you’d like to add to this conversation?” I asked.

  “I would be pleased to play any part you would like me to play, Sirs,” she replied eagerly. “But, may I just say something?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Well I um ... I just think you are both very lucky, Sir. Dominique is adorable and you make a wonderful couple.”

  Paul concurred. “She’s right, you know.”

  “Yeah, I know. And thanks. All right. I’ll explain how I want this to pan out, and then we’ll go on up. No rush. We’ll let her sweat for a bit.”

  “Sounds like a plan, my friend,” Paul said, giving me a wink.

  “Okay. I want it to go like this ...”

  Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I thought I was going to be sick. Quickly pulling off my clothes, I stood naked in front of the mirror. My mascara had run and I looked like a sad clown. As I breathed deeply, I held my hand in front of my eyes and my fingers shook like leaves in the breeze. Determined to make a good impression, I ran into the bathroom and washed my face.

  His words echoed in my mind, haunting me. ‘Is there something else, Dominique? Something deeper?’

  When Andrew said that, I hesitated and I thought I knew why.

  Sometimes I felt like two women. One of them completely accepted and relished her submission. She delighted in bringing pleasure to the one she loved. She had never felt as happy and as content as she did when she submitted. Everything made sense to her. She accepted the fact that very few people were like her. She was sexually secure. Satisfied. Balanced.

  Then there was the other woman. She was hurt. Hurt by her own rejection of the norms of the society in which she was raised. She wondered why the man she loved didn’t treat her like a princess. She thought she should be worshipped and spoilt. She was still in there. She was my vanilla conscience.

  As I dried my face with the bath towel, I tried to convince her that what she didn’t or couldn’t understand was that she was being worshipped and spoilt. She had never been listened to as intently as Andrew listened to her. Her desires and her fears had never been given as much attention as Andrew gave them. She had never been treated as respectfully as Andrew treated her.

  After running a comb through my hair, I ran over to the window. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Kate pouring fresh drinks for them. Still, I wanted to be ready. Walking quickly over to the bedside table, I retrieved my collar. God, I was so nervous. I steeled myself. This is what he wants. This is what I deserve.

  I headed for his study.

  In time we finished our drinks and ambled up to the house. I’d given Dominique plenty of time, and the three of us knew our roles. Paul thought I was absolutely right, and Kate made the point that I shouldn’t back off now, not when it was clear that Dominique was expecting something ‘special’. I thanked them for their input as we pushed open the back door and soon stood at the threshold of my study.

  Kate murmured, “Wow.” Paul admonished her, but it was okay. I had the urge to say the same thing. Only the low lamp next to the toy box on the side table had been turned on. It lit up the wall with the mounted playthings.

  Dominique’s skin flickered golden in the sixty or seventy candles she had hastily lit. Kneeling in the classic style with her back to us as ordered, she was naked and her skin glistened as she breathed. She was oiled from head to toe, black hair shimmering. The silver locket of her collar glinted from the floor behind her.

  I surveyed the room for any other surprises. A bowl of dip and crackers sat on the coffee table, flanked by a jug of iced water and three glasses. I was pleased there weren’t four. For a submissive in trouble she was working hard at putting things right.

  “Dominique ... do not speak ...” It was so quiet I could hear her breathing. “Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together.” She did so without hesitating. I motioned for Paul and Kate to move to the lounge area and observe. Moving in the opposite direction, I said, “Do not move Dominique. Do not look at me or anyone until I say you may.”

  Taking my crop from its mount, I clipped it to my belt and opened the toy box, retrieving a coil of silk rope. I walked up behind Dominique. “Arms straight up over your head, hands clasped together.” She did so. I wound the silk rope up her wrists, binding them together with a nod to the shibari style Paul likes so much. I looked over to him and he nodded and smiled. Kate was watching intently. I turned back to Dominique and said, “Keep your hands straight up over your head.” I leaned down and picked up her collar from the floor behind her.

  Dangling it in front of her face, I hissed, “Do not speak.” She nodded almost imperceptibly. “This is your collar. “ I dropped it to the floor in front of her and continued. “It is a symbol Dominique.” I unclipped my crop. “Thirteen months ago we began this journey together. The collar I placed around your neck signified the beginning of ‘us’. You were to respect it by respecting me.” I punctuated each point with a slap of the crop against my calf. “The collar tells you that you are different.” Slap. “It tells you that you are mine.” Slap. “And it tells you that you are owned.” Slap.

  Walking slowly around her, I said, “With the acceptance of my collar, you chose to place the gift of your submission in my hands.” I stopped in front of her and admired the form of her body as she kept her head bowed, arms straight up and steady. “By your actions, you have placed your submission to me in jeopardy.” I started walking around her again and I heard her exhale. “I will NOT ...”

  Pop! Outside of her left thigh. She flinched and gasped with the shock. It wasn’t very hard.

  “... tolerate your begrudging acceptance of my will. I will NOT ...”

  Pop! Top of her left buttock.

  “... accept anything less than your unerring desire to please me. I will NOT ...”

  Pop!
Top of right buttock.

  “... accept your judgment on what you will or won’t confess to me. I EXPECT ...”

  Pop! Right thigh.

  “... you to let ME decide what is important to confess, and what is not.” I stopped walking. “I WANT ...”

  Pop! Right thigh again! She gasped.

  “... you to accept your place with me.”

  Pop! Right thigh again. Her arms shook.

  “Honestly ...” Pop! “Fully ...” Pop! “Openly ...” Pop!

  Her arms swayed, her hands making small circles above her head. I walked in front of her and stopped, mustering my most menacing tone. It wasn’t difficult. “You know very well what is expected of you. You may answer when I ask you a question. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Louder.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “You have been slipping, haven’t you Dominique?”

  Her shoulders shuddered in another stifled sob. She cleared her throat, steadying her arms overhead. “Y-Yes Sir.”

  “And you have been thinking inappropriate thoughts, correct?”

  “Yes Sir. My confession-”

  “Shut up, Dominique. Even when you are being punished you can’t do as you are told, can you?”

  “N-No, Sir.” Her voice came in a tremor. Her arms were visibly shaking with the effort required to keep them overhead.

  “You have been coveting the attentions of Paul, haven’t you Dominique?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Louder.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “You felt sick with jealousy, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you wished you could have slapped Kate back, didn’t you?”

  “No!”

  “No?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I wanted to thank her.”

  “Put your arms down.” She sighed with relief. “Kneel tall. Spread your legs.” She did. “Pick up your collar in both hands.” She did. “Hold it out from you with your elbows by your sides at ninety degree angles.” She did so. “Up a little.” I tapped her hands with the crop. “Don’t drop it Dominique.”

  I walked away from her over to the side table. “Kate, come here.” Kate stood up and padded sensuously over to me and knelt at my feet. She had removed her high heels.

  “How may I be of service, Sir?” she asked softly, her voice carrying across the room.

  “Take these clamps and put them on Dominique’s nipples. Nice and tight.”

  “Yes Sir,” she replied, smiling.

  Kate crawled to Dominique and kneeled, leaning back on her heels. She was lower and looked up into her downcast face. She whispered something and I stopped her. “Do not speak privately to her, Kate.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Look into her eyes. Tell her what you think of her.”

  “You are a stupid, stupid slut Dominique,” she whispered.

  “I want to hear some fucking venom, Kate! Now speak to her like she was stealing your Dom or you’ll be taking her place!”

  As Kate seemed to remember why she was there, she pursed her lips and spat in Dominique’s face. I almost said something, but Dominique didn’t even flinch.

  “You stupid little cunt. Do you really think you could satisfy not only Andrew, but Paul as well?” She slapped Dominique’s right breast. “Maybe in your wildest fucking dreams, you stupid bitch.” Kate opened the jaws of the nipple clamp and pinched Dominique’s nipple to hardness. “Yes, that’s right you dirty little slut, your hard nipples give you away, don’t they? Oh, you poor thing. Do you miss being Miss Golden Girl? Do you miss being the girl holding all the aces?” Dominique gasped as the jaws closed and her nipple was caught between. “Yeah. Go on cry-baby. Cry for what you are leaving behind.” Kate twisted the adjustment on the clamp and Dominique’s jaw dropped, but she remained silent.

  “Good girl, Kate. Now the other one.” I was pleased. Kate was working beautifully, even if the spitting was ad-libbed. She leaned down and sucked the nugget of Dominique’s other nipple into her mouth, then sat up and twisted it harshly.

  “Yeah that’s right,” she teased. “Nice hard little nipples to bite and bruise. Mmmm.” When she leaned down and bit at the available nipple, Dominique gasped.

  “Apply the clamp, Kate.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, pinching Dominique’s nipple one more time before closing the jaws of the clamp around it.

  “Ugh,” Dominique protested softly.

  “Shhh,” said Kate, reaching up to caress her cheek. I waved her away before she had the chance.

  When Andrew called Kate over, I reminded myself of my promise. ‘This is what he wants. This is what I deserve.’ I held on to the thought.

  Kate leaned into me as she applied the first clamp. “I am loving this you know.”

  “Do not speak privately to her, Kate.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Look into her eyes. Tell her what you think of her.”

  “You are a stupid, stupid slut Dominique,” she whispered. My pussy clenched. I was starting to feel hot.

  Clamps on my nipples were one of my weaknesses. Even as a punishment, the lines readily blurred. I held my collar tightly in front of me and stared at my white knuckles. My nipples burned and I closed my eyes, remembering to breathe.

  Without warning, Kate spat in my face, but I hardly even felt it. I was busy reminding myself of my promises. I would not complain. I would not hesitate. I can do it. I want it. I need it.

  Andrew’s voice penetrated my subspace. “Dominique ...”

  Remembering I was to be silent, I looked up at him noticing Kate was gone. “Dominique, I am going to teach you a lesson in humility now. Do you understand?”

  “Y-Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

  He turned to our guests. “Paul, if you would come here please?” I dropped my gaze to the floor once more. My God. Paul. What must he think of me? I listened as his footsteps approached, but I didn’t dare look at him. Andrew spoke. “Paul, look down on my submissive, and tell me what you see.”

  The silence roared and my nipples ached. The warm timbre of Paul’s voice soothed my ears, but not his words. “I see your submissive. I also see an attractive, sexy woman. And I see a good fuck.” A good fuck? His words cut me to the core.

  “You feel nothing more for Dominique, Paul?”

  “No, that would not be true.” It wouldn’t? “She is your submissive, Andrew. I care for her because she is yours.”

  “Thank you, Paul.”

  “You are welcome Andrew.”

  “Stay here.”

  “Sure.”

  “Look at me, Dominique.” I looked up at my Master. “You understand Paul feels nothing for you.”

  “Y-Yes, Master.”

  “There is nothing there. He enjoys fucking you. He cares for you because you are mine. That is all. Can you understand that?”

  “Yes, Master,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to the ground. Damn my stupid fucking imagination.

  “Suck his cock.”

  Oh my God, I thought, as I swallowed, moving forward on my knees, my collar held in my hands. I looked up at Andrew and he raised his eyebrow at me. I was clearly only able to use my mouth to free Paul from his jeans. My mind flooded with images of Gigi doing this very thing up Dean’s cabin. How I had envied her ... What must Kate think of me now ...

  With my nose I pushed aside the flap of material covering his zipper and with my tongue I prised up the catch and took it between my teeth. I drew it down slowly and carefully. I also used my teeth to undo the button at his waist.

  “I can’t believe how slow you are,” Andrew chastised.

  Breathing hard through my nose, I gripped one side of his jeans in my teeth then the other, dragging downward. On my third tug his half-hard cock popped free and swayed before my eyes. I was quite pleased with myself for being able to do it, and sighed in
relief.

  “I see you are looking forward to sucking Paul’s cock, pet. Well, I can’t have you enjoying it too much. Kate, come over here.”

  I heard Kate’s footsteps approaching once more. Biting my bottom lip, I continued to eye off Paul’s cock while Andrew spoke. God I was hardly even listening. Saliva filled my mouth and I licked my lips, inhaling the heady male scent. Looking up into Paul’s light brown eyes, I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Kate, paddle Dominique until she has Paul’s cock in her throat. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied eagerly.

  “I will nod each time you are to swing the paddle. Go and get the small one from the wall.” Paul’s beautiful cock twitched in front of me and I swallowed. “Stand there, Kate. That’s right, like that. Now, swing the paddle back and forth.” I felt the air movement over my ass as Kate practiced. “Yes, that will be fine for starters. Dominique, you may begin.”

  I was reaching my open mouth forward to catch the end of Paul’s bobbing cock between my lips when my Master must have nodded to Kate.

  CRACK! I was pushed suddenly forward into Paul’s crotch.

  “Ugh,” I grunted, his cock bouncing off my cheek.

  “Suck it!” Andrew demanded, his hand sliding into my hair and making a fist. He guided me to the smooth spongy head of Paul’s cock and straightened my angle to plunge onto it. As I sucked hard I looked down the length of it and swallowed again. Paul’s cock was very thick, and I could taste pre-cum already.

  CRACK!

  The paddle drove into my ass cheeks again and shoved me forward. I blinked and found myself half way down Paul’s cock. I was trying to relax my throat and ...

  CRACK!

  It’s strange how I hardly even felt the first strike. It was more of a surprise than anything else. The second one was similar to a needle, only it was a thousand needles all over my ass. After that my ass just burned and throbbed. I tried to concentrate on the throbbing cock sliding back and forth in my mouth. Andrew’s fist tightened, keeping me from impaling my face on Paul’s cock. Kate swung the paddle again.