Fantasy Encounter with a Dom

by Ayers, Suzy

  “Yes. I have vacation time coming up and our ten year anniversary is too.”

  Excitedly Keira smiled and kissed him gently on the lips and hugged him; which knocked him off his haunches. She lay on top of him. “Thank you.”

  He got up and still looked faded, upset maybe, but he gave her a look that reassured her and kissed her cheek. He went back downstairs to entertain the kids outside and Keira found herself faced with that blank screen again.

  Carrie,

  Yes. And Tim has agreed for me, for my sake.

  I know this is a lot to ask of your Sir. Would he ever consider doing it? I feel like I could trust you both. If you say no or if he does, I understand.

  The reason why I’ve contacted you is I’ve always been seeking pain/pleasure during sex. And at this point it seems to be the only way for me to achieve climax. Initially, I only thought it was rough sex or play…and possibly it still is, but I want to test my limits. I have tried with Tim, but he is hesitant. My only request is that he be allowed to speak with your Dom, should you agree.

  Let me know what you think and we can discuss this further.

  K xx

  Nervous was not even the word for how Keira felt. There was at least a five hour time difference between the United States east coast and wherever they resided in the United Kingdom.

  She tried to keep herself distracted with work for the remainder of the day. She critiqued friends work and messaged them. Edited the critiques they sent back. Then she went down to make dinner.

  “What’s for dinner?” Jake’s little voice asked, as she came downstairs.

  “I’m thinking crunchy chicken, beets and mac n’cheese.” She smiled as she ran her hand through his thick brown hair.

  “Oh yum.” Lily chimed in. Her little blue eyes, a reflection of her own peered up at Keira. “I loooovee crunchy chicken.”

  “I know you do baby.” Keira pinched her delicate white cheek.

  Keira crushed the stuffing and prepared the butter-garlic mixture for the chicken as the oven preheated. After she breaded the finger sized pieces and than placed the baking sheet of chicken into the hot oven. Next she worked on the homemade macaroni and cheese. She boiled and strained the noodles; and than worked on the creamy cheese sauce. Her hands were always skilled in the kitchen and they glided along without effort.

  “Hey? So did you hear anything?” Tim came up behind her, as she stirred the cheese into the cream sauce.

  “Not yet. I’ll check after dinner. But if they don’t agree, I’ve been thinking, I’m not sure I could trust anyone else.” She looked at him cautiously.

  “Well, let’s see what they say.” There was still trepidation in his eyes, but his words soothed her.

  “Can you grab the beets? And have the kids wash up, if you can tear them away from the Kinect.” She smiled.

  “I’ll try.” He winked and pinched her butt, which made Keira giggle.

  They enjoyed dinner. And after the kids went to bed Keira and Tim settled into their spots, he on his chair and she on the couch with her laptop.

  Still nothing. Shit, I probably scared her away. Probably thinks, who’s this dumb Vanilla think she is? Keira sighed. She debated with herself if she should send a follow up email. But then again, it was late there. She’d wait until tomorrow. She stayed up late again and worked, as Tim passed out in his chair. Her heart swelled at what he was willing to sacrifice for her. Here I am worried about his fidelity and he’s going to do this for me. She put a blanket over him, kissed his scruffy cheek and went to bed-still with that thought on her mind.

  In the morning she helped him off to work; packed his lunch and the kids, like always. She received a peck on the cheek for her trouble and then sent the kids off to school. She went about her normal daily chores: dishes, laundry, dinner prep, and put the pot roast into the Crockpot. She loved her Crockpot for the cold days of January like this. She worked at the table on her grocery list and then cleaned the floors.

  She let out a long exhaustive sigh and heated up a second cup of coffee in the microwave. It was nearly ten-thirty now but her brain was ready for work. She climbed the steps to her office and sat her bottom in that swivel office chair. She booted up her computer; opened all her normal applications and her Word document that contained her latest novel. She opened her email and sifted through all her Facebook and Twitter alerts, and found a response from Carrie. Tightness occurred at her breastbone and moved to her throat. As she opened it, her hand shook.

  Chapter 4

  Keira,

  Talked to Sir, and explained your situation to him. I showed him your email. He’s hesitant that you will be receptive and be able to handle it. I too have my doubts.

  Keira couldn’t go any further and burst into tears. She left her computer; went down the hall and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She splashed water over her face. Keira you can do it. Tell them you can.

  She reluctantly returned to the screen.

  We’d have to speak on the phone or Skype; we’d need to trust you as well. We’d have to speak about your hard/soft limits and all that. When are you thinking?

  XX

  Keira felt a little relieved, but still she’d have to pass the test of Skype. I’m no model that’s for damn sure. Not like her. Hmm. I’d need to get into a little bit better shape. I’m not terrible, but I’ve been slacking on my yoga and a little cardio wouldn’t hurt. I just wish I could convince Tim. He’s been putting on weight over the past few years like crazy. She’d often wondered if part of their issues stemmed from them not feeling attracted to each other anymore. That was one of her biggest fears, because her scars, she could not erase them without surgery.

  She tapped out her response

  Carrie,

  I have to admit I was scared initially because I thought you were going to say no, and I suppose you still could. I know it’s a lot to ask because you two have a relationship and you have no idea how I will react. Hell, I have no idea how I will react. Thank you for at least thinking about giving me/us a chance. It really does mean a lot to me.

  I'm sending you a couple of pictures of me. One is of me with my natural dark hair and the other two are just recent pictures.

  I’ve never used Skype, but I have an application on my computer. I’ll give you my phone number, but remember we are a five hour difference, so I can talk at night after the kids are in bed, which is eight o’clock here or when they’re in school (which is now) and weekends.

  I’m thinking March or April vacation for us. We would probably take a week off then, so that whoever watches the kids wouldn’t have to contend with school.

  K xx

  She gave Carrie her cell phone number and shortly after received a call.

  “Hello?” Keira didn’t recognize the number, but had a strange notion it might be Carrie.

  “Hi, it’s Carrie.” Her voice was peppered with sweetness. “I know we’ve talked about it in emails, but it’ll be unlike what you’ve experienced before.”

  A silence came over the phone and Keira realized she was supposed to fill it. “I know. Is there anything I should do to prepare myself for it? I plan on exercising and doing my yoga more often.”

  “It’s really a mental thing Keira. Not sure you can prepare for it. You personally have to be ready for it.” She paused for a few moments. Carrie’s voice became sharper. “Can you submit your mind and body to the pain for your Master?”

  Keira felt a lump in her throat. “I hope I will please him.” Shit! What did I say? Who said that?

  “Hmm. There might be hope for you yet.”

  Keira asks a little softer, “May I ask you, the hard and soft limits? Um, should I email you those?”

  “Sure.”

  “How do I know if I’ve covered them all?”

  “We can talk about them if you want, later though.”

  “Okay. Thanks. So how does this work?” Keira asked curiously.

  “We’ll be in touch on the phone and onlin
e between now and then. Exercise is a good idea. I’ll speak with Sir on his instructions and relay them to you.”

  “Ok, thank you Carrie. I’m sorry I do have to get the kids off the bus soon though. It was nice to hear from you.”

  “Yes, you too. Bye”

  “Bye.”

  Keira felt like some of the heavy weight of uncertainty had been lifted from her chest. She texted Tim at work to call her when he had a free moment alone. She met the kids at the bus ten minutes later, both happy to be home. They charged into the front door and spilled all their things on the tiled floor, as they normally did. Keira began to hang up and neaten the foyer.

  She received a text.

  ‘Make sure you are available for a chat tonight.’ But it wasn’t Carrie and it wasn’t Tim. Her belly did a flip-flop. She’d get to hear his voice tonight.

  ‘Yes, of course.’ She texted back quickly.

  Keira did all the normal things a good housewife should for the remainder of the day—what she calls her chores. Tim never did call her. When Tim came home, she told him she expected a phone call from Carrie’s Dom.

  “So you nervous?” He asked her later as she cleaned up the kitchen and the kids brushed their teeth.

  “Yeah, would you hate me terribly if I talked to him, alone? I’m so nervous.” She bit the skin clear off her lips.

  “Hmm. I guess.” He didn’t seem too happy about it.

  “I spoke with her earlier; honestly I didn’t even expect a phone call from him. I promise to tell you everything.” She reassured him.

  He nodded reluctantly and left to put the kids to bed.

  She kissed Jake and Lily goodnight. Then she went upstairs to her office and tapped on the keyboard to wait until the phone call came. She agonized over the wait, but she began to feel rhythm, as she typed her novel. Her phone buzzed and not really thinking she picked it up.

  “Hello?” She put her Bluetooth onto her ear and didn’t even look down at the display.

  “Keira?”

  Shit! Her breath got caught in her throat. She looked at the display. “Yes.” She squeaked out. “This is she.” He’s on the phone Keira. Pull it together.

  “You busy?”

  “Um, no. Just typing. Nice to hear from you. It was nice speaking with Carrie earlier.” Yes that sounded normal Keira. She willed her heart rate to go back to normal.

  “Initially I was going to have only Carrie speak with you, but I thought I’d better speak with you too, since I'll be training you.”

  Gulp. His accent was hot.

  “Still there?”

  “Yes um, sorry. Your accent it-never mind.” She shook her head. Idiot. “What do I call you?” She asked.

  “Jarred is fine. What about my accent?”

  Her face flushed completely and she was grateful she was on the phone. “Nothing.” Her voice raised an octave.

  He chuckled. “I like yours too. But when I ask a question, I expect an answer.”

  “Sorry, um it was a thought. I didn’t mean to let it slip out. I-”

  “Keira.” His voice louder then hers; interrupted her babbled speech.

  “Sorry. I thought it was-I mean it’s sexy.” She said meekly.

  He chuckled again.

  Great humiliated already. “So, you called me for a reason?” She hoped to change the subject.

  “Yes, to get to know you, Carrie mentioned you were struggling with the idea of how much pain you might be able to handle.”

  Shit! No please don’t ask me that. A knot formed in her belly and tightened like ropes.

  “Keira?” He prompted.

  She breathed and thought about how to answer that. “I want to be honest with you, but I’m scared you won’t want to train me, us anymore.”

  “Well let’s start with honesty. I don’t want to engage in impact play with you if you aren’t ready for it; if you can’t commit to it.”

  “Yes, I understand. I would never want to put you in that position either. I don’t think I will know until I try. Carrie said you read my email.”

  “Yes, I did.” His voice was so cool and calm. “Maybe that’s where we can start.”

  It unnerved Keira a bit; her pulse jumped. “Ok,” she swallowed. “I guess I could explain it better. I just-I’m a little nervous talking about it.”

  “Why?”

  “Sort of feels like I’m cheating on my husband. I asked him to let me speak with you alone because I am nervous.” She bit the tip of her nail.

  “So let’s start with this. Has this always been an issue? You’re inability to climax?”

  “No. I mean, well, sometimes, only in certain positions. I like being on the bottom. The weight and force I guess. But with my husband pre-kids we were able to, well, I was able to a lot. Multiple times in a night.” This feels like a therapy session. She blew out a breath. “But without giving you too much information-”

  “Information is good.” He interrupted.

  “Okay.” She swallowed her nerves. “I was stitched up every which way and I think they ff-I mean messed up all the nerve endings. Crossed them.”

  He cleared his throat. “Carrie’s told you about the no swearing I see.”

  “Yes, sir. I mean Jarred.” She quickly corrected herself.

  He chuckled.

  “Sorry. So as I was saying the doctors messed it all up. I’ve been to physical therapy for my vagina-who knew they had such a thing, because I didn’t want to have surgery. I have to do a kegel routine multiple times daily to keep the muscles toned and in place.”

  Keira could have sworn she heard some kind of growl. “Carrie sent me your pictures too. The dark hair is your natural?” He asked.

  “Yes. I lighten it because it brightens my eyes.” Keira smiled, that was one feature she loved about herself, her eyes. At least it’s getting easier to talk to him.

  “So are you ready to explain your email now?”

  “Okay. I guess.” She was still jittery and traced her finger around the phone. She had brought her charger up just in case because she had no idea how long the call would last. “Not sure, if I should tell it all. I don’t want you to think ill of Tim. I love him for agreeing to this.”

  “Keira, start at the beginning.” He commanded. His voice was sharp, but played sweetly on her ears.

  “Okay.” She squeaked and swallowed to gather her composure. “This is one example, the most recent. I decided to surprise him with a bondage movie that I like, The Power of O and a cute little outfit.”

  “Which outfit? Give me all the details Keira.”

  “Okay. I dressed up in what we call my black leather cum-fuck-me boots. They zip up almost to my knees and have a three inch heel. I put my hair in pigtails and his favorite school girl red plaid skirt, with a little black belt.”

  “Hmm. Anything on top?”

  “Nope. I laid out some toys: a dildo, butt plug, vibrator, small crop and nipple clamps. I wasn’t sure what he’d want to use. He had to work late, so I lit a candle and waited, seated legs crossed on the bed. After awhile I got tired; by midnight I gave up and undressed. I put on my Victoria Secret candy cane striped form fitted thermal pjs and put everything back.” She sighed. “But I was angry and frustrated so I pulled out my rabbit-Er vibrator and nipple clamps.”

  “This is interesting. Give me all the details Keira.” He reminded her.

  She closed her eyes and tried to remember it. She pulled in a big breath. “The nipple clamps were cold and gave me goose bumps. The initial pinch hurt and sent shockwaves over me and straight down to my pussy. I remember thinking about the chain. I’d never pulled on it before. I put the chain in my mouth to tug on it.” She sucked in her breath, just the memory of it was making her sex wet. “Then once I realized I was soaked, I slid the rabbit in between my legs. First, I just teased myself and didn’t press it inside. But once I did, I felt an almost instant clench and I hadn’t even turned it on yet. I realized it was because I had been tipping my head back from pleasure wi
th the chain in my teeth. And once I turned it on and pressed the little ears to my clit…” she had to pause, her breath had become rapid. She swallowed to moisten her dry mouth.

  “Yes?” Jarred coaxed.

  “I came harder and faster then I’d ever had before. I know I screamed, because I woke my kids when I wrenched my head back during climax, which in turn pulled on the chain harder.”

  She heard Jarred groan through the phone.

  Her eyes popped open. Shit. Am I having phone sex? She looked at her chest as it heaved. One hand squeezed her breast, and her other between her thighs over her jeans and she was soaked through the material. She pulled her hands back and meekly spoke, “Jarred?”

  “Yes angel, you did a very good job telling that. I think its bed time now for me.”

  “Ok well, good night then.” That was freaking strange. What the hell am I doing? She clenched the arms of her chair and tried to push down her arousal. Tim would not be too pleased.

  “Yes. Good night. Carrie and I will be in touch.” He said before ending the call.

  Her throat had a lump in it and her hand shook on the door knob. She opened the door to find Tim. He had been at the door. “Tim.” She gasped.

  His eyes had a note of sadness in them. “Keira I’m sorry, I had to listen in.”

  “That’s okay. I understand. So did you hear everything?” She could smell her arousal and knew he could too.

  He nodded.

  “Are you mad at me?” She asked worriedly.

  “No. I mean, you were on the phone.” His hand rubbed at his cock that strained against his jeans.

  She smiled; unbuttoned and unzipped them. She pulled them down and knelt before him in the threshold of the office. She pulled his stiff cock free from his black boxer briefs and licked the length of his shaft. His hand grabbed at her head and a fistful of her soft blond locks. Her tongue circled around the soft sensitive skin just below the crown of his penis, as her hand grasped his girth with force. She pressed her tight lips over the tip, slid them back and forth on the pearl of precum which moistened and lubricated her soft pink lips like lip gloss. As she opened her mouth to except him hungrily, he groaned and steadied himself on the doorjamb. Her mouth and hand moved in opposite rhythm, and she paused to force him to the back of her throat. She moved her mouth to rub him on her tonsils and further down her throat.