Submission in Seattle (8 page)

Cole wondered if
she was going to hyperventilate as he eased himself down on the bed and applied
his tongue to her swollen clit.  He disliked going down on women who weren’t
shaved, but the sight of a sweet shaved cunt on a restrained woman brought out
the cunnilingist in him.  Dominant or not, he had been taught long ago that a
gentleman always makes sure the lady comes first and old habits are hard to
break.  He made himself stop periodically to prevent her from coming too soon.

He expected a
woman with her pelvic structure to be rather large inside, so he was somewhat
surprised to find that she was very tight.  He used his tongue and fingers for
a long time to make sure she was as well lubricated as possible. 

Eventually, Monica
had the first of many orgasms.  She felt that she was being forced to come.  It
would have been impossible for her to resist.  She closed her eyes so that she
couldn’t see Master doing that shameful thing to her private place.  Most of
her boyfriends had not been willing to do that because they thought it was
dirty or disgusting.  It seemed that Master was doing it simply because he
enjoyed it.  What better way to control his little slut than by forcing her to
come in a most unladylike manner, with her legs spread wide and unable to
move.  She felt so humiliated, so slutty, that there was no longer any point
trying to pretend that she was anything more than a simple whore, a sex object
to be used for her Master’s pleasure.  Each climax was stronger than the last.

Cole kept his
right hand on her left buttock, cupping it nicely and feeling the heat from her
paddling while he attended to her with his tongue.  After several minutes, his
lust caught up with him and he could stand it no longer.  Rising up on his
hands and knees, he thrust his unusually thick, aching cock into her well
lubricated sheath.  With her legs so far back, he had to thrust nearly straight
down. Even with the heavy natural lubrication, she was devastatingly tight. 
Instead of just a tight ring of muscle inside the entrance of the vagina,
Monica was tight all the way to her cervix.  He knew that he would explode any
second.  Would she be disappointed that he hadn’t lasted longer?   Then he
remembered that she had just experienced more orgasms than he could count and
decided it was his turn.  Besides, he was the Master, wasn’t he?

Placing both hands
on her chest to support his weight, he pinched her nipples viciously.  After a
dozen vigorous thrusts, every muscle in his body tried to contract at once and
he shot his hot load deep into Monica’s lovely body. 

Much later, when
he was able to see and move again, he used the last of his strength to untie
the ropes and gather her in his arms.  She had already fallen asleep and he
joined her within seconds. 

Sometime during
the night, Monica awakened from a heavy, dreamless sleep to make a trip to the
adjoining bathroom.  “Did all that really happen?” she asked herself.  She felt
a pleasant soreness in various areas of her body.  It was proof that her
memories were real and she displayed a huge satisfied smile as she walked
quietly through the bedroom.  Climbing back into the large bed, she snuggled up
against her new master and returned to her deep sleep feeling warm, safe and
complete.

Hours later, Cole
gradually regained consciousness as bright sunlight poured through the large
window, rendering sleep impossible.   Before he opened his eyes, the small
portion of his brain that was working at this hour tried to analyze several
things that seemed unusual.  For one thing, he was curled up on his right side
spoon fashion with a naked woman.  He immediately remembered Monica and opened
one eye.  The sight of her delightful dark brown curls confirmed his guess. 
Most women would pay big money for a perm like that, he thought, but Monica
claimed it was her natural look.

Closing his eye
again, he considered going back to sleep, but he realized that he could barely
feel his right arm.  Apparently it was under Monica and had been there a long
time.  He tried to reach up and feel her breast, but the hand was too numb. 
Not being able to feel a breast was serious!   Feeling somewhat alarmed, he
opened both eyes and began the process of extricating his arm from beneath his
soft and warm new lover.  It wouldn’t do to wake her yet, so he maneuvered very
carefully.  Eventually the arm came free and he was rewarded with a painful
tingling sensation. 

Sitting on the
edge of the bed cradling his right arm, Cole realized what else was wrong this
morning. Looking out the window, he saw through the trees a large expanse of
blue sky.   Whoever was in charge of the weather had obviously forgotten that
this was Seattle in November.   No problem, just a surprise.  Is it simply El
Nino or is it a good omen? he wondered.

As he waited for
his arm to recover, he thought about how his relationship with Monica was
developing.  Was she his slave? Lover? Playpartner?   Maybe it didn’t matter
right now.   He decided that the best thing to do was to just allow the
relationship to develop naturally, without applying a label.  His stomach
reminded him that breakfast was more important right now anyway, so he pulled
on a T-shirt and jeans before going down the hall to the kitchen.

Monica awoke
suddenly to the smell of coffee and a slight hint of onions frying.  “Where am
I?” she wondered, “and why do I feel so good?”   Then she remembered. Her dream
of finding someone to be her dominant sex partner was apparently being
fulfilled.  Stretching luxuriously in the comfortable bed, she wondered if Cole
had found her acceptable, since he wasn’t here right now.  Was he making
breakfast for himself?

Visions of last
night’s events flashed through her mind.  She gently caressed her buttocks to
check for any damage.   There was a slight tenderness that she found stimulating,
but nothing disturbed the smooth surface of the skin.  She grinned widely as
she realized that this was certainly the most exciting thing that had ever
happened to this little subby girl from Idaho.  She was proud of herself for
finding a safe partner who could give her what she needed.  She now trusted
Howard completely.  There would be no question in her mind when he asked for
her obedience.  She longed to give it to him as a gift.

Going into the
bathroom, she performed her morning necessities including a quick shower.  She
twisted her long hair into a pretty ponytail and looked around for something to
wear.  In the closet, His closet, she found a pair of men’s dark blue flannel
pajamas.  She put them on and they felt oddly appropriate.   With a slight
feeling of apprehension, she walked toward the kitchen to see what kind of mood
her master was in.

Cole turned away
from the stove, where he had just finished preparing a frying pan of cottage
potatoes with onions and various spices.  He noticed Monica standing in the
doorway wearing a pair of his flannel pajamas.  She looked like a model from a
slick lingerie catalog, demonstrating the latest cozy fashions for winter
sleepwear.

“Master?  Is it OK
if I wear this?”  she said as she assumed a seductive pose in the kitchen
doorway.

He allowed himself
to stare at her and a broad grin stretched itself across his face.  She was
devastating, even at this hour.  It was nine o’clock on Saturday morning.  They
had played so intensely the night before that they were asleep before ten PM.  
Nothing like ten hours of sleep to put one in a good mood, he thought.  Did
Monica look this good every morning?

“Of course you can
wear it, Little One.  What a good choice!  You’re beautiful this morning.”

He placed the
steaming potatoes on the table next to a bowl containing hot eggs scrambled
with a hint of mustard.  Stepping forward, he offered her a wineglass filled
with excellent orange juice.  “Will you join me for breakfast my dear?”

She accepted with
a smile and sparkling eyes.  Over breakfast they discussed the latest issues
that had developed in their relationship.  Love was obviously starting to
blossom.   Unfortunately, an intense D/S relationship prevented many activities
and conversations that were important to the healthy growth of a relationship. 
Cole understood it a little better than she did, but as he explained his
thoughts, she quickly realized that they had to make some new rules.

With two logical
minds hard at work, it only took an hour to lay the groundwork for their mutual
agreement.  Their first point was to keep the rules flexible. They decided that
they would not maintain their master/slave roles all the time, only when they
were both in the mood.  Serious play sessions could be planned in advance, but
due to their hot chemistry, spontaneous play would be inevitable and they
agreed to enjoy it whenever it happened.  They would also schedule non-kinky
activities just like vanilla couples did.   She enjoyed watching foreign art
films, so he agreed to go along.  He enjoyed shooting, which she reluctantly
agreed to try.

Monica made it a
point to tell him that their paddle play had been nowhere near her limit.  Next
time, she wanted to play harder, if it pleased her master.

Cole brought up
the fact that they were not using condoms and needed to be very careful if they
had any sexual contact with others.

Monica was
thinking farther ahead.  “Howard, did I tell you what a big turn-on it is for
me to be the partner of a pro-dom?”

“Yes, I think you
mentioned it,” he said, wondering where this was leading.

“Well, I’d like
you to keep doing it.”

He was obviously
surprised, “You would?  Wouldn’t you be jealous?”

“Maybe, but I bet
we can work something out,” she said with a husky, lustful voice.  “You know
how the erotic SM stories often have a woman who helps the dominant male?  I’ve
always thought that would be a fun role to play.  Does that sound like
something you’d be willing to consider?”

“Hmmm, you mean
the girl who gives the beautiful captive victim a bath and dresses her in a
sexy silk gown?”

“Yes, that’s
exactly what I mean!” her eyes were wide, “ I think that’s so hot!  What do you
think?”

“Well, if I had an
assistant, she’d have to be submissive and extremely beautiful.  I’d want her
to have dark brown eyes and a great body.  Do you know anyone like that?”

Their conversation
dissolved in swirl of laughter and hugs.  Once again they had found something
they had in common.

To celebrate their
success, they moved to the bedroom intent on simple vanilla lovemaking.  To
their surprise, their chemistry was too strong and they each fell into their
dominant and submissive roles automatically.  Cole wrestled her into position
for a nice sexy spanking, pulling down the flannel pajamas.  He noticed that
her bottom was completely unmarked, which seemed a little strange after last
night’s paddling.  Attempting to rectify the situation, he proceeded to give
her a good hand spanking. 

Monica started her
sexy pre-orgasmic breathing after only a minute of delicious hand impacts on
her soft, yet firm, ass.  When they could stand the building sexual tension no
longer, they paused a few seconds to strip, then leaped back onto the bed.

She found herself
on her back, looking up at Cole, kneeling between her legs and sporting a huge
erection.  He quickly slid both his arms under her knees and brought his hands
up to her wrists.  Then, gripping her wrists and pinioning her hands next to
her shoulders, he held her legs open with his arms.  He looked down on her pretty
shaved cunt and allowed his demanding cock to pause at her greedy orifice.  Her
eyes widened as he began to penetrate her sensitive vaginal passage.

He forced himself
to take his time.  She was very tight, so he paused halfway in and bent down to
kiss and nibble her breasts for a minute. Slowly filling her with his manhood,
he barraged her with sexual commands.  “Serve your Master now slut.”  “Shove
your cunt forward for me, my little sex toy.” 

When her
lubrication was just right, he started thrusting faster.  “Tell me what you
need to come now, you little strumpet.”

“Just keep fucking
me like that Master!”

She came quickly
and violently, with strong pelvic thrusts and it was all he could do to hold
her down.  When she was finished he said, “Hold still for me now Little One”. 
With her wrists still locked in his grip and her legs held wide open, she held
still obediently while he took his pleasure.  She looked up at him with a
feeling of satisfaction.  Not because of her own intense orgasm, but because
she had given her master pleasure.

When they were
able to speak rationally, they decided that they would each attend to their own
business and meet again that night for a movie downtown.  They were both
feeling sated at the moment and agreed that their next play session would be in
a week.  Cole explained to her that he used the basement photo studio as a
dungeon. 

“You have a
basement?  Can I scream down there?” she asked.

“Of course, my
little pain slut, the neighbors will never hear a thing.”

“Oh God, I can
hardly wait.  I love to scream, but I’m always afraid that someone might hear
me.”

He wouldn’t show
it to her now as he wanted it to be a surprise when she returned later for a
heavy play session.  They were so excited, it was hard for them to part.  With
a quick hug and kiss, she drove off in the direction of her home near downtown.