“I want to increase the intensity of our D/s dynamic.”
What? The calm of a moment ago suddenly became a raging storm as Nick’s words shot adrenalin through my veins. Last week I’d hinted that I wanted more than just sexual kink. I’d said something along the lines of wanting to take it outside of our bedroom and live the D/s lifestyle more fully. Oh crap, what had I started?
I stared, wide eyed, at my boyfriend, but couldn’t speak through the enormous lump that had formed in my throat. I couldn’t quite work out if my lack of speech was from shock or excitement.
Nick waited silently for a response so, when I had gathered myself enough to answer coherently, I nodded and managed to whisper, “Yes, Sir. I’d like that.”
What did he have in mind? How far would he take this? My head buzzed with the possibilities. Okay, I didn’t want a twenty-four seven Total Power Exchange, but my need to submit didn’t go away just because we weren’t having sex.
Nick smiled and brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face. “Okay, this is what’s going to happen.”
His voice had changed, the way it always did when he slipped into Dom mode. It came naturally to him to speak to me in a deeper, more gravelly voice and it was inevitable that I melted at its effect. I waited silently for him to continue, my heart hammering so hard in my chest that it almost hurt.
“From now on you will address me as Sir when nobody else can hear. When we’re playing you’ll continue to call me Master. Understood?”
My bones slowly turned to jelly. “Yes, Sir,” I replied, in a wobbly voice.
“Before you sit down you now need to wait for permission. I want you to kneel by my feet and wait to be invited to sit on a chair or on the sofa. Of course, all this applies only when we’re alone,” he added, solemnly.
“Of course, Sir.” I grinned as I imagined myself kneeling on the floor at our local coffee shop. That would get a few stares.
“You will always sleep naked.” He glared at me, as if making sure he had my full attention. “No more fluffy pyjamas. And certainly no underwear. Nothing.”
I nodded to let him know that I understood and waited for him to continue. Because I could tell there was more.
“Do you accept these new rules?” he asked. His eyes probed mine, seeking more than a verbal reply.
He got his answer as tears pooled and blurred my vision. “Yes, yes, yes, Sir,” I cried happily and threw my arms around him. This was a dream come true.
He chuckled and hugged me back. “One more thing,” he growled in my ear.
Uh oh, I knew there’d be a catch. I pulled back from him and waited silently for him to reveal his final demand. Please don’t let it be anything too humiliating.
“Every time you forget any of these rules you’ll earn a punishment point. I’m going to keep count and will use them to discipline you when the time suits me. Understood?”
I couldn’t help giggling as I imagined having to earn a good spanking. “Yes,” I replied with a smile.
“Hmm, first slip. I’ll let that one go. Next time will count though,” he added with what looked like an evil glint in his eye.
‘There won’t be a next time, Sir,” I retorted back, laughing as he playfully pulled my hair.
“We’ll see.”
The next week flew by. I was rewarded with a delicious thrill every time I called Nick ‘Sir’ and quickly got into the habit of kneeling by his feet in the evening. Sometimes he made me stay there a while before allowing me to join him on the sofa by which time I was a gooey mush of submissive lust.
I knew I’d messed up a couple of times by forgetting to address him appropriately, but Nick didn’t seem to notice so I guessed I’d gotten away with it. One evening after work, without thinking, I’d flopped onto the sofa next to him and started telling him about an issue at work. By the time I’d realised my error I quickly offered to make a cup of tea and hoped he’d let it pass. He didn’t say anything.
It was amazing how quickly I got used to the new rules and how happy they made me. I knew I’d never tire of that lovely fluttering feeling in my belly every time I obeyed his rules and could tell that he also enjoyed it. Every now and again, he’d suddenly grab my hair and hold my head while he forcefully took my mouth with his. Or he’d swat my bottom hard as I passed him in the kitchen. When I turned to look at him he’d be grinning at me in a way that left me in no doubt that he had intended for that to hurt.
With each day that passed I became more submissive and Nick more dominant. Last week I got a text from him when he was on his way home from work ordering me to wait for him by the front door, naked and on my knees. I obeyed without question. When he walked through the front door I thought I’d pass out from the rush of oxygen that overpowered my brain as my heart pumped faster and faster. He left me there as he went to clean up and get changed then returned, took a handful of my hair and held my head in place while he fucked my mouth. After he’d come on my face he made me masturbate in front of him. I was so horny by then that it only took a couple of minutes before I came too.
And so we slipped into this incredible new dynamic that seemed so natural to both of us. Then, two weeks later, when he’d generously allowed me to sit next to him on the sofa, he upped the game again.
“Remember Brad?” he asked, out of the blue.
Did I remember? Too bloody right I did. How could a girl forget being whipped into subspace by two powerful Doms?
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, not quite able to hide the grin stretching across my face.
“He’s coming round again tomorrow night. You will submit to both of us as before, but, to make things more interesting, I’ve been keeping a count of your points so you will also receive your punishment.” He studied my face, clearly looking for a reaction then added, “From both of us.”
My face must have been a picture – he certainly got a reaction when heat burned my cheeks as the real meaning of his words sank in. I was going to be dominated by two Doms again and I was going to be punished by them. This had to be my favourite fantasy. How did Nick know? I’d never said anything, at least not that I’d been aware of. It never failed to amaze me how Nick knew me so well.
The following day seemed to drag on forever. As it was Saturday neither of us had to work so we spent the day tidying the flat and shopping. We had lunch in our favourite café, but I was too excited to eat much. All I could think about was what would happen later that night. Last time Brad came I never actually got to see what he looked like. I hadn’t even heard him talk for God’s sake. Would I get to see him tonight or would I be blindfolded the whole time again?
“You okay?” asked Nick later that afternoon. We’d just finished washing up, but I kept dropping things as they slipped through my jittery fingers. Nick picked up the fork I’d just dropped and placed it back in the sink. Then he cupped my face in his hands and looked me right in the eyes. “We don’t have to go ahead with tonight if you don’t want to.”
I laughed. He’d completely misunderstood my nervous energy. “I’m fine,” I reassured him. “I must admit I am a bit nervous, but I’m really looking forward to it. Honestly.”
He seemed happy with my response and pulled me into his arms. “Good,” he said softly, “I’m doing this for you, sweetheart. Because I think it’s what you want and need.”
“It is, Sir. Thank you,” I whispered back and hugged him tightly. How did I get so lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend and Dom?
Two hours later I was kneeling, naked much to my mortification, in the playroom. My hands were cuffed behind my back and my forehead was resting on the floor. Not very comfortable, but it certainly got me into the submissive mind-set in no time at all.
I heard a tap on the front door then voices as Nick let our guest in. I waited for what seemed like an eternity trying to decipher the murmured sounds from the next room. When footsteps approached the playroom my stomach flipped as realisation hit me that this was it. It was playtime.
Two pairs of feet stopped by my head. Although I wasn’t blindfolded I couldn’t really see much from my lowly position, but I sensed their presence as I waited patiently.
“Kneel up.” Nick’s voice now had the command of my Master and I obeyed instantly.
As I righted myself onto my knees I looked up and caught my first sight of Brad. I vaguely recognised him from our regular BDSM club so he wasn’t a complete stranger. Standing next to my Master he looked just as imposing as I’d imagined. Tall, dark and handsome in a rugged kind of way, he had an air of control that sent a shiver through my body. He smiled down at me, his face softening slightly, and I smiled back, happy that I was in safe hands. My Master had chosen well.
“I’ve been telling Brad about our new rules and how you’ve earned tonight’s punishment,” said Master, gravely. “I can now tell you that you’ve lapsed forty-two times.”
Forty-two? No way! I remained silent as I absorbed the information. I didn’t need to be a genius to work out that the number forty-two would feature heavily in tonight’s play.
“We’re going to punish you with the crop tonight. Forty-two lashes. Then you will endure a certain number of forced orgasms.” Master’s voice was firm, non-negotiable and I swallowed as I tried to comprehend his words. No way could I come forty-two times.
Master helped me to stand and unclipped the cuffs behind my back, but my freedom was short-lived as he quickly clipped them together in front of me. Then he raised my arms and attached the cuffs to a chain that dangled from a discreet hook in the ceiling. Before he pulled the chain taut he attached my ankles to a spreader bar so that my legs were forced apart. I was stretched out, on tiptoe and completely helpless. The knowledge sent a surge of heat through me that pooled between my legs. I was already horny and they hadn’t even hit me yet.
“You don’t have to count,” growled Master as he picked up a riding crop. He swung it forcefully making the air whistle and me flinch.