Code Of Command (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novella Trilogy, Book 1) (3 page)

CHAPTER THREE

It was the fourth time I’d read the email in full.

Date: Subject: Power

From: [email protected]

Alex,

We seem to have worked out a very regular pattern of communication; something I very much enjoy. It pleases me to know I can expect a response from you around my lunch hour. The knowledge that such an intriguing, and mentally arousing woman, such as you sees to my pleasure is something a Dom like me encourages and appreciates. Your last email included quite a few questions, all of which I will do my best to answer in this email, my dear.

First, I’ll attempt to answer your questions about power and my draw to a total power exchange relationship. Domination is about power and part of expressing one’s power is forcing a submissive to push herself well beyond her comfort zone.  I want to feel her submission to me.  I want to see her blush or show uncertainty or embarrassment.  She may hesitate before actually doing what I instruct as her Master, but she will relinquish. And, in her submission, she becomes incredibly appealing to me. She makes me feel dominant, powerful, in control of her. When a girl submits like this, it actually puts me in a good mood, not just for the moment, but even into the next day.

I suppose it is the same for anything she has to do that is outside of her comfort zone.  It might be enduring a spanking or time in spreader bars.  But for me, personally, her willingness to do these things, specifically for me, is one of the most powerful things about D/s.

I must say, Alex, your emails intrigue me. YOU intrigue me. You seem so inquisitive, yet so full of knowledge in your own right. I am fascinated by you in many ways and find myself drawn to your presence, though we’ve never met face-to-face or shared a conversation other than through our browsers.

I find your BDSM naivety entertaining and your dedication to our internet dance arousing. If I could, and had I the time, I’d dance with you all day and night, Alex. You arouse the Dominant in me. You arouse the man in me.

I wonder your comfort zone, dear Alex, and if you’ve ever stepped outside of it. I can only assume with our, well, I suppose you could call it a relationship, you’re attempting to step more outside of yourself than you ever have before, but I wonder if you’ve considered allowing yourself to step farther?

Signed,

Dr. T

It had been well over three weeks since we’d begun communicating by email that one, fateful evening. No other response had come even come close to the sort of response the mysterious Dr. Dominance had sent. I removed the ad after a couple of days, once the responses became little more than trickle and the good doctor and I had engaged one another in an email discussion I felt was headed in exactly the right direction for my research.

The mysterious doctor behind the computer screen had become a mainstay of my day. Every morning, I awoke, eager to find an email from him waiting in my inbox and, aside from making a fresh pot of coffee each morning, checking for a new email from the doctor was the first thing I did. No fail, an email always awaited me as soon as I settled into my desk, logged in and checked the first several messages of my inbox.

My anonymous pen pal had become a mainstay in my daily life. I found myself drawn to his emails like a moth to a flame. He was everything I wanted my main character to be: incredibly articulate and intelligent, with a smoldering sensuality that oozed from the screen. From what I had gathered so far, he was single, having yet to marry, and a very busy professional living in the area. He was intelligent, his emails always capturing my attention for their articulation and clarity. He’d been a part of the kink scene for fifteen years, having had several long term D/s relationships that fulfilled him physically, but not mentally.

We hadn’t exchanged photos, enjoying the anonymity the internet offered. He was obviously an important man; as evidenced by his signature more than likely a doctor of some sort. With my small bit of fame in the literary world, I welcomed his offer to avoid sharing photos and wait until we felt it right to meet in person. Which, surprisingly, I was very much considering.  How could I not?

He wrote early; every day, around 6:30 a.m., which meant he was well skilled in the task of scheduling his day and keeping to it. I was the one of the first tasks in his day and, surprisingly, that brought a small smile to my face every time I had the thought. I felt silly for caring so much about the habits of a man I’d never met, but it didn’t stop me from wondering about my mysterious pen pal.

I imagined him at his office chair, hair still wet from a hot, morning shower; tiny pearls of water dripping down the back of his neck; casually dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and a comfy sweatshirt with the name alma mater emblazoned on the front; and sipping a hot cup of coffee as he, carefully, chose and typed his words.

It had gotten to the point I walked straight to my office, turned on the computer and read his emails, sometimes three or four times. Just before noon I’d usually have a response crafted, full of more questions about him or his lifestyle, this morning being no exception. Opening a blank email form, I began to write.

Subject: Stepping farther

From: [email protected]

Dear Dr. T,

I thank you immensely for your email; it was, as always, greater than your last. You’ve helped me further understand the dynamics of power and power exchange and how important it is to you as a Dominant.

I usually awake with the thought of your emails, hoping to find one in my inbox. When I arrive at my desk and turn on my computer, and it’s there in my inbox, I am excited in a way I can’t really describe. This has been quite the exchange and it’s become a part of my day that I very much look forward to. I normally spend my morning pondering the questions I want to ask you and the things I want to tell you. My mind is moving so rapidly with thoughts my fingers can barely keep up. I send it off before editing. I hope you forgive me some of the mistakes. I’m eager to hear more from you and learn more from you. I’m happy the excitement with which I send my messages is received with the same.

I’m curious the sort of women eager to submit to you as well the sort of women to which you are attracted. Short? Tall? Blonde? Brunette? Exotic? Girl next door types? Do you seek out young ingénues in need of a Dominant master and guardian or intelligent, worldly women who have more to offer you as an intelligent and distinguished man yourself.

I suppose I am naïve when it comes to some of the more physical aspects of BDSM: spanking, spreader bars, flogs, whips, handcuffs. I’ve never ventured into any sort of territory like this before and it does fascinate me in ways I can’t explain. I think about what it’s like with you when you are with a submissive and the things you do to and with her body and how it brings the two of you closer to one another as Master and sub. I admit to looking online a bit. I want to understand what your submissive must feel, handcuffed to the bed or placed in a spreader bar or laid across your knee in punishment.

I think it’s important I step outside of myself and learn about these things. This is, after all, what the nature of this experiment was all about, even if only purely for knowledge’s sake. Is there any way, my dearest Doctor, you could even give me an inkling of what it must feel like from your submissive’s point of view? What it is you’ve experienced as their emotions, their feelings, their physical reactions to your, obviously, skilled submissive training?

Alex

***

The next morning, Saturday, lazy and languishing around my apartment with a cup of hot coffee in my hands and still dressed in my long-cotton, ivory, silk night shirt, I shuffled barefoot from the kitchen and through the hallway down the chilly hardwood floor to my office. Picking up a pen, I began to absentmindedly scribble a series of names on a notepad: Timothy. Taylor. Thomas. Travis.

Just then, my cell rang. Dropping the pen and reaching for the buzzing phone sliding across my desk, I answered, “Hello.”

“Good morning, Alex. What are you up to this morning, darling?”

It was Roderick, more than likely calling to check in on my progress.

“Um, testing and researching character names.” I told him; not exactly a lie, but not exactly the truth.

“Marvelous, darling. Let’s make the protagonist’s name strong and virile, something readers won’t forget, like Slade or Phoenix or Axel!”

“Phoenix?”

“Too much?” he asked, the tail end of his question rising and his voice cracking.

“Way too cliché. I was playing with the letter T. Something about it…” I let my sentence trail as my thoughts drifted back to the doctor.

“Thorn!” Roderick yelled excitedly.

“Definitely not Thorn,“ I laughed, concentrating more on deciphering Dr. T’s name than coming up with a name for the main character of my next novel.

“So, I was thinking of lunch and cocktails at Azaya today,” Roderick said, changing the subject suddenly.

Shit! I thought, glancing at the clock. My mouth dropped. I had completely forgotten about the meeting I’d scheduled with Roderick today to discuss preliminaries for the novel. I’d need to collect my thoughts and prepare my notes, which meant I wouldn’t have time to read Dr. T’s response until later which, in turn, meant he wouldn’t receive a response from me until the afternoon. I felt myself saddened a bit, crushed by my inability to keep to our enjoyable schedule. He’d be looking for my response. We’d built up such a rhythm. But, business comes first, and Roderick had been bugging me for weeks to meet him in person and give him a good idea of the timeline I had in my head for completion of my next novel.

“Azaya sounds great,” I said, doing my best to sound as enthusiastic as I possibly could.

***

“Demographics are showing sales are up for females between the ages of 25 and 40. The erotic romance genre has gotten a mega boost in the past eighteen months with so much press, media attention and film deals as well as the increasing popularity and ease of E-readers. So, we want to get this novel out, in major markets and online with some advertising as soon as possible. We’re thinking a few audio spots with streaming services; get a hot little voice actress to spice up a commercial and some nicely placed image ads on mommy blogs and forums. They’re who we’re going after. We want them to fall in love with Phoenix!” Roderick said.

I cocked my head to the right and shook ‘No’ emphatically.

“Fine, darling. I still think Phoenix would be hot.” Roderick responded.

“Let me guess, he’s six-feet-four inches tall, fit, bearded, tattooed and you met him on the Hotspot dating app.”

“Wrong! I met him on Adult Meet and Match and he’s six-feet-two with no tattoos. His screen name is Phoenix Fire Sixty-Two. Alexandra, I tell you darling, he has a stomach I’d suck these oysters off of.”

“Blecch!” I exclaimed, scrunching my face. “I can’t believe you eat those things. So disgusting.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing, darling. They’re aphrodisiacs. You could be using them to increase the sparks in the bedroom with… wait. Who’s visiting your bed chambers as of late?”

“No comment!” I laughed, picking up my glass of Sauvignon Blanc and taking a sip. “Besides, you want that sort of info out of me, we go to a proper wine bar downtown, in the evening and with no work on the table.”

“Fine! Fine!” Roderick raised his hands in defeat. “I’ll send you a calendar request later this week for a proper girl’s night out. Today we’ll stick to business. I’ll find out who’s sneaking into your bed sheets another time.”

Roderick jumped as his phone buzzed in his blazer pocket. “Speaking of business, I think this is the call I’ve been waiting for. It’s about a Twitter tour for one of our newer writer’s debuts.” Glancing at the phone, he lifted his finger in the air. “Excuse me a few minutes, hon, while I take this.”

I waved him off, letting him know it was no problem as I sipped my wine. Curious, I pulled my own phone – which sat to the side of my plate - closer. Searching my inbox, I found Dr. T’s newest incoming message. It’d been sent two hours earlier. Excited, I opened it and read.

Date: Subject: Power

From: [email protected]

Alex,

I wondered when we would broach the subject of the type of submissive to which I attract. It depends. I’ve been in this lifestyle for well over a decade and I find my taste for women seems to change every few years. I certainly have a very strong place in my heart, and a desire in my loins, for a sophisticated, worldly woman; one who talks politics and philosophy and works a high-powered job. Maybe a doctor or lawyer or CEO. I’ve had these sorts of women and it’s an extraordinary feeling to own such a woman. It makes the experience all the better when such a strong woman walks through my door, strips herself naked, puts on her collar and hands over the power with which she doles our responsibilities to others all day to me.

On the other hand, an innocent, soft and sweet,, open to and interested in being trained in the world of bondage and domination -- as well as open to experiencing a taste of my masochistic side -- revs my motor more than anything. This is where some of the purest relationships are formed because it involves a level of trust rarely seen or experienced in most relationships. She is entrusting her body, her mind and her spirit to me. She is handing over her freedom to someone, to me, as property for the very first time. It’s incredibly powerful and extremely arousing to me.

This is why you arouse me, Alex. You arouse my mind and you arouse my body. And, though I have no idea what you look like, I imagine you as a beautiful and young innocent who has entrusted herself and her tutelage to me. And, I will take this tutelage as far as you allow; as far as your comfort level allows. When you have learned what you feel you have set out to learn, I will release you, more knowledgeable than when you came to me one late evening on a message board via the internet.

I would like you to do something for me, Alex. I would like you to experience BDSM in the flesh. I think it’s important you have real experiences, rather than the just second hand stories I can share. I want you to either attend a muench or a play party. Different in setting, each will offer you an exploration into the world first-hand and give you some of the answers you asked in your last email. I can tell you how my sub responds to me, but wouldn’t it be better if you heard or saw, first hand, how one responds to his or her master?