Under My Dominion

by Thomas Henry

  “I’m feeling a little guilty myself,” I said. “I want you, and yet I don’t want to harm your relationship with Ted. I don’t want to cause any harm to your family.”

  “So what do you want?”

  “If there’s a simple answer to that question, I don’t know what it is. Right now, I’m just taking it one moment at a time.”

  We lay there silent for a minute or so. Then Karen said, “You know, the Navy will transfer us somewhere else one of these days.”

  “Yeah, I’ve thought about that.”

  “What then?”

  “You’ll go, and I’ll have to deal with it.”

  “So will I. But until that time comes…”

  I smothered Karen’s last words with a kiss. Then I whispered in her ear, “Until that time comes, you belong to me.”

  I rolled Karen over so her back was to me and then spooned her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck. She wriggled back against me, and in a little while, we both fell asleep.

  It was around midnight when we awoke. We decided that it would be prudent for Karen to go home before it got much later, so we took a quick shower together and dressed.

  The same parking valet was still on duty. When he saw us, he immediately ran and got my car. I checked the odometer and gave him the other half of the $100 bill.

  On the drive back to the Walmart parking lot, Karen brought up Ted’s fantasy again. I told her I would e-mail to her the titles of a couple of books for gay men on anal sex. I said that she should read them and let me know if she wanted to go ahead and try it with me before we agreed to fulfill Ted’s double-penetration fantasy.

  “Ted has another fantasy, you know,” Karen said.

  “Really? Where does one go after double-penetration?”

  “Actually, this one is kinda the opposite. He wants to have sex with another woman while I watch. I don’t know how you feel about this, or if she would do it, but he specifically mentioned Mai.”

  “How would you feel about that?” I asked.

  “I guess I’m in no position to object.”

  “Maybe not, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

  “I’m sure I’d be jealous. But logically speaking, it might be a good thing. I mean, Ted and I got married right after we graduated from high school, so neither of us has had much experience. I think Ted is regretting that. If I don’t give him the freedom to experience another woman, he may always resent it, or maybe he’ll just leave me so he can play around with other women. And after all, he let me experience you.”

  “Well, I’ll always be grateful to him for that, but I don’t think that agreeing to have sex with me so he could watch obligates you in any way. After all, you were doing it for him, not for you.”

  “Don’t be so sure about that. I was restless, too. It’s just that, until I met you, I didn’t know anyone I wanted to be intimate with.”

  I reached over and took Karen’s hand. “I don’t want to try to talk you into anything,” I said. “But if you want, I’ll see if I can persuade Mai when she comes back to town.”

  “So you’re okay with her having sex with Ted?”

  “Means I get to have sex with you, doesn’t it?”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Karen gave me a wink. “Are you planning to be there, too?”

  “Hmmm…can’t say that I have any plans at all, considering that you just brought the whole thing up. But assuming our double-penetration experience works out okay, maybe we should think about the four of us getting together.”

  We found Karen’s car, and I followed her until she was safely home.

  * * * *

  A couple of days later, Karen called me. “I read one of those books you recommended.”

  “So what do you think?”

  “Well, they answered a lot of my questions, but I’m still nervous that it’s going to hurt too much.”

  “Let me ask you an indelicate question,” I said.

  “Indelicate? Okay.”

  “Actually, I’ll just make an indelicate observation. If you think about it, you already know how to relax for anal sex. It’s the same thing you do when you poop. Think about doing that, only you’ll be letting something in instead of letting something out.”

  “Never thought of it that way.”

  “Well, why don’t you practice it a bit? Maybe alternate with you Kegal exercises.”

  “Yeah…right. Okay, I’ll give it a try. But I’m still afraid that your penis is too big for my…well, you know.”

  “Okay, one more indelicate observation. If you think about it, some of your poops probably are as big as my cock, so I’m sure you are capable of accommodating me.”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  “So what do you think? Want to give it a try?”

  “I guess so. But we need to wait a few days. My period just started.”

  “Ah, speaking of indelicate observations,” I said. “Ok. I assume you don’t want to get together at your house, so I’ll make some arrangements.”

  We set a date for about a week later. Karen thought it would be best if we got together while her kids were in school and Ted was at work.

  When the appointed morning came, I picked Karen up from the Walmart parking lot at 8:30. She was wearing blue shorts and a white tank-top over a white bra that was sheer enough to allow her nipples to telegraph through the fabric. The bra seemed fancier and less restrictive than the ones she usually wore. She looked a little nervous as she slid into my car. We kissed and I shifted into drive.

  “How much time do we have?” I asked.

  “I probably should be back here by about 1:30 so I can pick up a few things and be home before the kids get there.”

  “Ok, that should give us enough time.” I headed for the freeway.

  Half an hour later, we pulled up in front of a warehouse building in Halawa Valley. I pressed a button on a remote, and a large overhead door rolled up. I drove through the open door and pressed the remote button again. I parked my car among several others I owned.

  “What is this place?” Karen asked.

  “My little hideaway. My man-cave. This is where I keep my toys and where I go when I want to get away from the rest of the world.”

  “So these other cars are yours, too?”

  “Uh-huh.” I got out of the car and opened Karen’s door for her. “Let’s go upstairs,” I said. The warehouse was tall enough that I had built a sizeable mezzanine that effectively made much of it a two-story building.

  We climbed the open stairway and entered the enclosed mezzanine. I flipped on the lights and the air conditioner. We were in an area that resembled a living room with a kitchen along one wall. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked. “Water, soda, juice? Wine? Something a little harder?”

  “What are you having?”

  “Well, let’s see. We have several hours before I need to drive again, so I think I’ll have a Tanqueray and tonic.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Gin and tonic. I happen to like Tanqueray gin.”

  “Gin and tonic at nine o’clock in the morning?”

  “Oh, it’s a big world out there. Must be happy hour somewhere.”

  “Good point…I guess. Well, maybe I’ll try that, too.”

  I mixed the drinks and added a slice of lime to each. Karen took a sip. “How is it?” I asked.

  “Very nice. Refreshing.”

  “Yeah, on hot days, I have to be careful. Otherwise, I find myself drinking them like water.”

  “Let’s go in here,” I said as I opened the door to another room. Karen followed me into my office. “This is my private office,” I said. “I have a public office downtown, but this is where I do most of my actual work.”

  “It’s beautiful,” Karen said as she turned in a complete circle, looking at the furnishings and woodwork. “What kind of wood is that?”

  “Sapele, with a cordovan dye.”

  “It’s gorgeous. I don’t think I’ve ever seen i
t before.”

  “It’s from Africa. Actually, it has become pretty popular. You’ve probably seen it, but it usually isn’t dyed this color.”

  “Did you have it custom made?”

  “In a manner of speaking. I actually built this stuff myself. I have a woodworking shop in another part of the building.”

  “You built all this?”

  “Yep. All the woodwork, anyway. Desk, credenza, bookcases, and all that. Of course, I bought the desk chair and the sofa.”

  “I’m impressed. Must have been a lot of work.”

  “It was, but I guess it’s sort of a hobby. Keeps me off the streets and out of the bars.”

  I walked across the office to another door in the back wall. “And this is the area where I thought we would do what we came here to do.” I pushed the door open and Karen walked through.

  “You have a bedroom behind your office?” she asked. “Is this where you bring all your women that you don’t want Mai to know about?”

  “Actually, you’re the first woman I’ve ever brought here. Even Mai doesn’t know about this place.”

  I opened another door off the bedroom. “Here is the bathroom.”

  “Oh, wow,” Karen said as she stepped through the door and looked around. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bathroom like this.”

  I assumed she was referring to the fact that the entire room was tiled, with a floor drain at the end where the shower area was. The shower area was large enough that it didn’t need walls or a glass enclosure. It was just one end of the open room.

  “This is one of the reasons I thought this would be a good place for us,” I said.

  “I don’t understand,” Karen said.

  I winked. “You’ll see soon enough.”

  I led Karen back out to my office, and we sat on the sofa. We each took a sip of our drink.

  “I need to ask you something,” I said.

  Karen looked into my eyes and raised her eyebrows.

  “Do you trust me?” I asked.

  “Of course,” Karen said.

  “I mean really trust me. Would you put yourself in my hands and let me do to you whatever I wanted, trusting that I wouldn’t harm you?”

  Karen didn’t answer for a few seconds as she continued to gaze into my eyes. “Yes, I think I do.”

  “Ok. Here’s the deal. Out here in my office, or anywhere else in the world, you are in control of yourself, and I’ll respect that. But if you choose to go back in there with me,” I said, nodding toward the bedroom door, “you belong to me. You will obey every instruction I give you. You agree that, until I let you go, you are under my total control and that I can do anything to you that I want. Except, of course, I won’t do anything that will injure you or compromise your health.”

  “What do you mean ‘anything’ you want?”

  “Just that.”

  “You mean like tie me up and spank me and things like that?”

  “If that’s what I chose to do.”

  Karen looked a little nervous. She took another sip of her drink and looked at the bedroom door.

  “I have no desire to inflict pain on you, if that’s what you’re concerned about,” I said. “But that doesn’t necessarily mean that you won’t experience pain from something I do.”

  “You mean like fucking me in the ass?”

  I shrugged my shoulders.

  “What if I can’t handle it? Do I have some kind of word or signal to let you know I want to stop?”

  “Nope. That’s why I asked if you trust me. If you choose to walk through that door again, you belong to me, body and soul, until I let you go. Of course, I’ll have you back at Walmart in time to shop and pick up your kids.”

  Karen drained her drink and set the empty glass down on the coffee table. She turned and gazed into my eyes for at least a full minute. Neither of us blinked. Then without saying a word, she got up and walked back into the bedroom. I followed.

  I closed the door behind us and locked it. I don’t know why. No one else had access to my private place. It just made me feel more secure somehow.

  I walked up behind Karen and pressed my body against her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. Then I reached down and pulled the tail of her tank-top out of her shorts. I pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the carpet. She turned around and unbuttoned my shirt. We continued undressing each other until we both were down to our underwear. I unfastened Karen’s lacy bra and let it slip to the floor. I loved the way her soft, full breasts bumped against my chest as they sprang free of their restraints.

  “Stand right here,” I said, forcing myself to step away from the magic of her skin against mine. I opened the nightstand drawer and took out a blindfold and a plastic bag that contained several items I anticipated using. I came back and placed the blindfold over Karen’s eyes, running the elastic strap over to the back of her head.

  “Okay,” I said. “I’m going to have you back up to the bed and sit down on it.”

  Karen nodded, and I guided her back until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I put the bag on the bed near her, so the contents would be handy to me.

  “Hold out your hands,” I said. Karen did, and I slipped Velcro restraints around each wrist. Then I bound them together with a soft, white rope. I slipped the rope over a pulley that I had hung from the ceiling a couple of feet away from the bed. I pulled down on the rope until it started to lift Karen’s hands.

  “Stand up,” I said, “and lift your hands above your head.”

  Karen stood and lifted her arms. I pulled on the rope, forcing her to step forward to keep her balance. I continued to pull on the rope until her arms were fully extended straight above her head. Then I wrapped the loose end of the rope around Karen’s wrists several times and tied it off.

  “Not that I’m complaining, you understand,” Karen said, “but what does this have to do with teaching me anal sex?”

  “Because,” I said, “anal sex is about domination and control. It’s not about pleasing you, although some women do really enjoy it. It’s about dominating you…taking control of you…using you for my pleasure, regardless of whether it pleases you.

  “When I fuck you face-to-face, I make love to you. I want to please you. I want to satisfy you. But when I turn you around and fuck you from behind, either in the pussy or the ass, I’m asserting my dominion over you. I’m saying you are mine to use for my own gratification, regardless of whether it pleases you.”

  “Wow, that’s pretty harsh,” Karen said.

  I pulled her body against mine with one arm while I felt between her thighs with the fingers of my other hand. Her cream had soaked through the crotch of her panties. I rubbed her clit with my fingers. She squirmed against my touch.

  “You don’t know what harsh is,” I said. “Open your mouth as wide as you can.”

  “Why?”

  I gave her a smart slap on the ass. “Ouch! I thought you said you wouldn’t hurt…” She yelped as I slapped her ass again.

  “Remember the rule.” I said. “When you are in this room, you do as I say. Now open your mouth as wide as you can.”

  Karen started to say something more, but I surprised her by pushing a ball gag into her mouth. I immediately pulled the straps tight around her head so she couldn’t spit it out. She took a deep breath and tried to say something, but the ball gag prevented her from forming the words.

  “It’s a ball gag,” I said. “It keeps you from talking, so you can’t ask questions or beg me to stop or anything like that. But it does have holes in it, so you don’t have to worry about suffocating.”

  Karen seemed a bit nervous. She tried again to say something, but all she could do was make meaningless sounds.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” I said. “I told you that I had no desire to inflict pain on you, but I just slapped you on the ass a couple of times.”

  Karen hesitated a moment and nodded.

  “I didn’t slap your ass because I have
a desire to hurt you. I did it because you weren’t obeying me. Understand?”

  Karen nodded again.

  “Okay,” I said. “You’re blindfolded, gagged, and bound. You are totally under my control. I’m going to do whatever I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can try to scream, but no one will hear you. No one will come to your rescue. This is all about you accepting that you belong to me. It’s about you trusting me and surrendering yourself to me. So take a few deep breaths, think about how much you trust me, and try to relax.”

  Karen nodded and breathed deeply through her nose. She was an incredible sight. Perspiration was glistening on her skin. Having her arms stretched up over her head caused her plump breasts to stand proud. I couldn’t resist licking the perspiration from her breasts and sucking on her nipples until they both were fully erect.

  I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of Karen’s panties and tugged on them. “Did Ted give you these panties?”

  Karen shook her head.

  “Did someone else buy them for you?”

  Karen shook her head again.

  “So you bought them for yourself?” Karen paused, and then shook her head again.

  “Did you buy them for me?” I asked.

  Karen nodded.

  “They’re lovely,” I said. They were made from some silky material that formed a triangle in the front and back, connected by a thin lace waistband. I grasped her panties with both hands, one in front and one in back, and with a sudden jerk, snapped the waistband so that the front triangle was no longer connected to the back triangle, except through Karen’s crotch. When I tore the fabric, Karen started, but didn’t make any noise. Holding the front triangle with one hand and the back with the other, I pulled the panties back and forth through Karen’s crotch, allowing the soft, wet fabric to slide through the slippery folds of her pussy and glide against her clit. Then I pulled the tattered panties free from her. I wadded them into a ball and held them up so that they just touched Karen’s nose.

  “These panties belong to me now. I’m going to keep them as a trophy.” I tossed them onto the corner of the bed.

  “From now on, you will wear only the panties that I had specially made for you. They will serve as my mark on you. My brand. As a married woman, you can’t wear my ring. I wouldn’t want to blemish you with a tattoo. So for now, the panties will have to suffice. No one will know but you and me, but you will wear them always, as a sign that you belong to me. Every day. All of the time. Understand?”