Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  As Damien showed them out, Kate tidied up, disposing of the food containers and putting the dishes into the dishwasher. She didn’t want Mrs. Jones to come into a mess on Monday morning. If she did decide to move in, she needed Mrs. Jones as an ally. When he had seen James and Terri out, Damien looked for Kate and found her in the kitchen, cleaning the work surfaces.

  “There’s no need to do that Kate. Mrs. Jones will have a good clean tomorrow.”

  “I know but I don’t want her to think that I’m a slob, taking advantage of her.”

  “She gets paid to be taken advantage of.”

  “Yes but not by me,” Kate insisted.

  “You are arguing with me again Katherine,” he growled.

  “I’m just trying to explain how women think. I wouldn’t dream of arguing with you master.”

  Damien put his hands on her shoulders and chuckled. “You always argue with me. I’m too soft to make a good sub of you.” Then he swept her into his arms and said “We have some unfinished business, Katherine.”

  Kate’s sex clenched as he carried her upstairs, was he heading for the playroom to punish her, or her bedroom to make love to her?

  Neither. He carried her into his bedroom and stood her on the floor.

  “Take your clothes off Katherine and bend over.”

  Kate did as she was told, angry with herself for trembling. Feeling him behind her she tensed, expecting a hard slap, but his fingers parted her labia and she felt an egg being pushed into her. She gasped as it was pushed in deep. Then his fingers withdrew and then another egg was pushed in deeply. Satisfied, he slapped her bottom hard twice. As she yelped he pulled her to the bed and over his knees.

  “Now I have you where I have wanted you all day. If I added up all your disobediences today and punished you as I should, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week, and I need you to be able to sit down. So your punishment will be no orgasm tonight. Do you understand? If you disobey me I will punish you properly on Friday night. I’m serious Katherine, so don’t think that you’ll be able to get round me.”

  “Yes master.” Kate gasped, tightening her vaginal muscles to stop the eggs from moving. ““I’m going to spank you now, don’t enjoy it,” he warned.

  His first slap made her scream. It was harder than any he’d given her before, and it was meant to hurt. After each slap he massaged her bottom and sex causing her to moan as the eggs moved inside her.

  ‘Not fair, not fair’ her devil was shouting, but Kate gritted her teeth and tightened her muscles. No way was he going to win.

  It seemed to go on for ever. Kate lost count at ten and her brain felt as if only the eggs inside her had any substance. Finally Damien massaged her bottom thoroughly and freed her. Trembling she sank to the floor gasping for breath.

  “Get up Katherine, give me the eggs, then go to your room.” Damien said coldly.

  Doing as she was told, Kate feigned indifference, gave him the eggs and stalked out of his room. Entering her own bedroom she felt the tears gathering in her eyes, but refused to give in to them. All she wanted to do was get into bed and cry herself to sleep, but she refused to give him the satisfaction, so she ran herself a bath. What a way to end a perfect day, she must be more careful in future and not antagonise him. As she was cleaning her teeth the door opened and Damien walked in.

  “Ah good, are you alright Katherine? Do you need anything?”

  “No thank you master.”

  As she slid into the bath she glanced at him. He had an enormous erection pushing his sweats away from his crotch. Smiling to herself Kate picked up a sponge and started to soap her body. Hearing his breath rasp she asked “Is there something I can do for you master?”

  When he didn’t speak she smiled up at him. “Would you like to join me?”

  “You have just been punished. Surely you don’t want me near you?”

  “We have an agreement. If you decide to punish me, I either agree or use my safe word. I agreed, you may join me if you want,” she purred.

  Damien’s breath rasped as he growled “My god, Kate, you drive me crazy. How can I punish you if you behave like this afterwards?”

  For once Kate said what she really thought. “You punish me because you enjoy it. You have a sadistic side to you, and I have accepted that. My pierced nipples prove it. It doesn’t stop me liking you and enjoying sex with you. I try my best to be totally submissive, but I’ve got a big mouth and get it wrong. I’m loving being your sub, even your slave, you make me feel like a beautiful sexy woman so why can’t I behave sensibly to you after you’ve punished me?”

  Damien grunted and reaching into the bath lifted her out. Laying her on the floor he pulled off his sweat pants, then kneeling between her legs he spread them wide. Lowering himself onto her he thrust into her hard. Kate yelped as he hit her womb, but as he eased out of her, she wrapped her legs around him and held him.

  Growling he thrust into her hard again. “Let me in Katherine.”

  “I’m sorry but you told me no orgasms so I have not to enjoy this,” she murmured.

  “To hell with that, let me in,” he growled pounding into her hard.

  “Oh fuck.” Kate yelled as he pushed against the sensitive nerves inside her.

  “Come for me Katherine,” he groaned.

  “Are you giving me permission master? “

  “Stop being a smart arse,” he shouted.

  As Kate gave herself to him completely he thrust harder and harder grunting as he hit her core every time. Kate was screaming with the need to come, but she’d held it at bay for so long it hurt. Then Damien took hold of a nipple ring and tweaked it and Kate orgasmed violently, unable to stop. Damien roared as his orgasm took him over and Kate’s body milked him of everything he had. Gasping for breath Damien collapsed onto her, smothering her with his large muscled body.

  Eventually he managed to move out of her, then he ran hot water into the bath and picking her up again stepped into it. Sitting down with her between his legs he washed her gently. Lying against him Kate was smiling gently and her inner devil was skipping round throwing out rose petals, ‘he lurvs ya, gotta have your body’ it was singing.

  Damien nuzzled her tender spot behind her ear and whispered.”You are a she devil. You scramble my brains.”

  Kate’s devil giggled and shouted ‘how right you are,’ but out loud she said “We need to sleep. I need to be at Terri’s on time tomorrow, or rather today.”

  “Turner will take you, I’ll get a taxi to the office.”

  “That would be a big help, thank you master.”

  “Right let’s get dry and into bed.”

  Once they were dry Kate smiled at him and said “Stay with me master, please.”

  Shaking his head at her he said “You said we need to sleep. How much will we get if I stay with you? Go to bed, I’ll see you at breakfast.”

  As he left the room Kate swore “damn” he wasn’t completely hers yet.

  ***

  At breakfast Damien asked Kate what she was doing that evening. Was she meeting her friends or staying in?

  “Well I need to go home, to my flat, to collect some clothes and things, and they’ve been texting me to go bowling, if that’s alright with you master.”

  “Yes that suits me fine, one of the young doms I’m mentoring is coming over for training,” he said casually.

  “Oh, in our playroom? How does that work?” Kate said not liking the idea.

  “Our playroom, I like that. How it works is an experienced sub allows him to practise on her. I advise him on what to do . That’s how we doms know how to use the toys safely.” Damien explained patiently.

  “With our toys?” Kate frowned.

  “You’re very territorial, Katherine. Everything is cleaned and sterilised after use.”
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  “Oh, who does that?”

  “Mrs. Jones,” Damien grinned.

  “My god, you’re not even embarrassed,” Kate gasped.

  “Mrs. Jones was married to the dom who trained me. He died, leaving his affairs in a mess and she came to work for me. She knows everything there is to know about playrooms. Stop being a prude,” he laughed

  “Me a prude?” Kate was laughing too now. “I must go or I’ll be late.”

  Hurrying out to the car Kate was chuckling to herself at the thought of Mrs. Jones as a sub. She arrived at Terri’s just as James was leaving, and before Tony and Hermione.

  “Kate, thank you for last night. I’m in your debt.” James said kissed her on both cheeks, then jumping into his car raced away.

  “Come in and have a cuppa,” Terri tucked her arm through Kate’s and led her into the kitchen.

  Once seated at the breakfast bar with a steaming cup of tea in her hand, Kate asked how things were going with James.

  “Good, we’re taking it slowly. We hardly know each other and I have the kids to think about.”

  “Yes, where are they?” Kate asked. “I’m dying to meet them.”

  “They’re at school. Paul dropped them off last night.”

  “So they met James, how did that go?”

  “They were all a bit shy, including James. But he handled it well, it made me like him even more.” Terri said thoughtfully.

  “It must be difficult forming a new relationship when you’ve got kids.” Kate commented.

  “Yeah, but you know I’ve got plenty of help and I’m agreeing to Paul having them on a weekend as often as he can. The cheating rat is a good Dad, he loves them to bits, nearly as much as he loves himself.” Terri snorted.

  “He hurt you badly. I’ve never been in love but it must be hell to break up if you do love someone.”

  “Never been in love! What about Damien?”

  “That would be dangerous, he says he hasn’t got a heart,” Kate laughed. “But I keep on looking.”

  Terri chuckled “Watching him with you, I think he could be growing one.”

  “No he’s just a territorial dominant male. I belong to him so no one else is allowed to touch. He’s like a child with a new toy. I just have to make sure he doesn’t get a new one, then break me,” Kate said quietly.

  “But you look so happy together. I saw that you’d had your nipples pierced, was that his idea?” Terri asked.

  “We are happy together for now, and yes it was his idea. I also had two tattoos for him, a butterfly on my bum and a slave knot on my pube.”

  “A slave knot, my god, It could be romantic, I suppose, wanting to know you’re his.”

  “Yes it could, except that the nipple rings are to keep me still when he beats me and fucks my arse. Don’t get me wrong, I want to be with him and I wasn’t forced into anything. And being fucked by him is the best thing ever,” Kate said laughing at Terri’s face.

  “It frightens me, yet you aren’t frightened of Damien, I just don’t understand.”

  “If he frightened me I wouldn’t stay with him. I feel safer with him than with anyone I’ve ever known.”

  Hearing a car on the gravelled drive, they went to investigate. Hermione was just getting out of the car and Tony had the boot up, lifting out mood boards.

  “Oh Kate you’re here, sorry we’re late, traffic you know.” Hermione muttered looking decidedly out of sorts.

  Going to the back of the car to help Tony, Kate pulled up short on seeing him with a black eye. “What happened to you? Are you ok?” she gasped taking some boards off him.

  “Disagreement with Claude,” he snapped giving her a look.

  Realising that he didn’t want to say anything in front of Terri, Kate carried the boards into the house then went back for more. Terri had gone inside with Hermione so Kate questioned Tony some more. Reluctantly he told her what had happened. They’d gone to the party on Friday and Tony had taken part in the auction; against all the rules Claude had bid for Tony and when Hermione said, no way, Claude had got nasty with her. Tony had got in between them and Claude punched him in the eye. Tony had lost his temper and floored him, and they’d all been asked to leave. So Hermione hadn’t forgiven him all weekend. She hadn’t even punished him for stepping out of line and forgetting his submission when with other doms.

  “But you were only looking out for her.”

  “It’s difficult being a male sub, Kate. I should have handled it better.”Tony sighed.

  “Well somebody needs to sort him out,” Kate said angrily.

  “Not by a sub though, Kate.”

  “Rubbish, you’re a man first, sub second,” she snapped.

  “Wrong way round Kate. Come on let’s take the boards inside.”

  Taking the rest of the boards inside, they found Terri and Hermione in the lounge. Terri had provided coffee and pastries, and Hermione had her laptop open on the coffee table. Kate helped Hermione to place the boards in sequence and they got down to work. At one thirty Terri’s housekeeper served sandwiches and more drinks and by four o’clock all the designs were decided on. They hadn’t told Terri whose ideas were on each mood board, so Kate was delighted when three of hers met with approval. As Tony got down to the nitty gritty of when the work would start, Kate phoned Turner to ask him to pick her up. Tony and Hermione left before Turner arrived and Terri’s children came home from school. They were really outgoing and well mannered, and Kate got on well with them.

  Promising to get together with Terri as soon as she could, Kate said goodbye and was whisked away by Turner. When she walked into her little flat it seemed very small after Damien’s house, but homely and comfortable. Kicking off her shoes she curled up on her sofa and checked her texts. A lot of her friends had texted her, asking where she was and what she was doing, so she spent a while replying and saying she’d be at the pub tonight.

  Both Belle and Cynthia, from her other life had texted her too. Cynthia just asking if she was ready to work yet, and Belle enquiring how she was coping as a sub. Sending Cynthia a quick message saying that she’d retired, she telephoned Belle.

  “Babe I was beginning to worry about you,” Belle drawled when she answered.

  “You should know better than to worry about me. You know I’m Teflon coated,” Kate laughed.

  “How’s things with that dom?”

  “Wonderful, crazy, exhausting and exhilarating.” Kate said honestly.

  “Not bad then!”

  “I’ll keep you posted. I’m going out with the gang tonight so I’d better go get ready, luv ya babe, bye.” As Kate hung up another text came in. It was from Damien.

  ‘You’ve been on the phone for hours. Call me.’ Was all it said.

  Blowing out her breath in exasperation, Kate called him.

  “At last,” he said. “Where are you?”

  “Hello to you too. I was speaking to a friend, and I’m at home waiting to get ready, I’m supposed to meet the gang at seven.”

  “Then you shouldn’t have been on the phone for so long,” he growled.

  “Is there a special reason for you calling?” Kate asked tartly.

  “You are being ratty, Katherine, and impolite. I’m calling to tell you to be home at a decent time, so phone Turner a half hour before you want picking up. And incidentally that’s twice you haven’t called me master.”

  Kate huffed and said “I’m sure you’ll remind me of how many times I’ve deserved punishment, Master. However I’ll make sure I’m home early as I know we have a long day tomorrow. Is that all master?”

  “Don’t drink,” and he switched off.

  Kate threw her phone onto the bed and swore, using all the bad words she could think of, while stamping her feet. Quickly packing her black trouser suit and two
blouses, she threw a few more tops into the case and some more underwear, then looking at the date on her calendar she threw in a packet of tampons. Any day now she thought, that’ll make him bad tempered, or rather more bad tempered. After showering she dried her hair so it was wild and sexy, a pair of jeans and an off the shoulder, sparkly top and faux fur jacket and she was ready. She put her bowling shoes in her soft bag, just in case, she hated wearing shoes other people had worn. Putting her case by the front door for Turner to pick up she let herself out.

  As she walked into the pub they all cheered and one of the lads picked her up and swung her round. It was great to be with uncomplicated people who didn’t care what she did or was, they just liked her. She was free to do whatever she wanted, so she had a stiff vodka and coke. Sod him, he had no say in this part of her life. The gang did want to go bowling so luckily for her it was her only alcoholic drink of the night. By nine thirty she was tired so she called Turner, he had her spare key so he said he’d pick up her things first. Leaving her friends at ten o’clock she was home earlier than even Damien had expected. Taking her case upstairs to take her suit out and hang it up, she realised that Damien was still in the playroom.

  Curious she crept along the landing to listen at the door. Hearing yelps and screams she stood up quickly and a floorboard creaked, and she fled back to her room and pretended to be hanging up her suit. Just in time as the door opened fast and Damien strode in.

  “Kate” he muttered. “You’re home early.”

  “Yes I want to be fresh for tomorrow.”

  “Um, we’re not done yet, why don’t you get into bed and I’ll join you later,” he said awkwardly.

  “Don’t worry, I’m tired. I’ll read for a while and probably fall asleep quite quickly.” Kate said offhandedly.

  “Oh, ok. We’ll talk tomorrow,” Damien said turning to leave.