Dominique (10 page)

     
Dragging her back to my study, I could feel myself getting hard again.
 
I needed to reassess how to treat her.
 
What
were
her limits?
 
I knew I was testing them now, but I wasn’t sure if she knew it.
 
She struggled mightily, her legs kicking and her knees banging the floor as she tried to gain her feet.
 
But she never said ‘red’.
 
In fact, she never said ‘stop’ once.
 
As we approached my study, I had an idea and snarled loudly enough for her to hear over her whimpering, “So, Miss Goody fucking Two Shoes has fantasies of taking it up the ass, eh?
 
Well, well, well ... the sick truth finally comes out.”

     
“
Oww
,
Sir!
 
You’re hurting me!”

     
“What?
 
This?”
 
I tugged her hair.
 
“This is
nothing
you little fucking slut.
 
Nothing
compared to feeling my big hard cock sliding up your tight little butt.
 
I can’t
wait
to show you what I have in store for your sweet, smooth, innocent fucking ass.
 
Oh yes, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, dirty girl.”

     
“Oh!
 
Ouucchhh
!”

     
I pulled hard on her hair, swinging her through the open door of the study into the dark interior.
 
“Get in there you dirty little ass-fucking cunt!” I growled.
 
Flicking on the low lights, I swung around and advanced on her.
 
She cowered below me, leaning back on one hand and holding the other up between us, unable to speak.
 
I grabbed her by the wrist and slowly twisted her arm, hissing at her through clenched teeth.
 
“If you speak I will gag you, understand?”

     
She grimaced in defiance, bending lower under the strain.
 
“But-”

     
With a glancing blow I slapped her across the top of her head.
 
She gasped at me in shock.
 
“Do you
fucking
understand?” She nodded quickly, a tear falling down her cheek.
 
“You said you wanted to be tested?
 
Well, you are going to be fucking tested.
 
Let’s see if you can do exactly as I say.
 
Get the short-handled whip with the thick tails, and the long rope,” I said menacingly.
 
Her eyes grew wide and I could almost taste her fear.
 
I was going to enjoy this.

     
Jumping to her feet, Dominique hurried on tiptoes to the display wall, grabbing the whip and lifting the rope from its hook.
 
She dropped down to her knees and crawled back to me with the handle of the whip in her teeth.
 
Not once did she look at me as she knelt in the classic manner before me, head inclined with the items offered up to me.
 
I wanted to smile and praise her but I didn’t.
 
Taking them from her hands, I clipped the whip to my belt.

     
“Get on your fucking feet.”
 
She climbed to her full height, glancing at me and trembling.
 
Though her cheeks were tear streaked, the look in her eyes was
not
one of fear.
 
“Don’t you fucking look at me.
 
Turn around, hands behind your back,
ass slut
.”

     
Turning quickly, she laced her fingers together above her ass.
 
I slipped a loop up to her elbows and tightened, pulling them together.
 
Then I wound silk rope down her forearms, binding them together down to her wrists.
 
The rope wasn’t
that
tight, but it pulled her shoulders back and she whimpered.
 
“Move over to the training table, slut,” I directed her, prodding her in the back.

     
She walked forward quickly until her shins met the edge of the table and she planted her feet about a foot apart.
 
Moving over to the side of the room, I reached up and grabbed a chain hanging from one of the four pulleys I had installed in my study.
 
I dragged it by the chain until it stopped almost directly above her.
 
I had plenty of rope left and threaded the loose end from her wrists up through the ring on the chain and pulled down on it.
 
Dominique’s shins were against the table, and she had to bend at the waist as her wrists were pulled upwards behind her.
 
With my free hand I pulled one of the side rings from Dominique’s collar to the back of her neck, then threaded the other end of the rope through it and tied it off.
 
Standing back from her, I couldn’t help but be impressed.
 
She looked quite stunning and I squeezed the growing erection in my pants.
 
It was time to have some fun.
 
“Well,
ass slut
, you said you wanted to do anything I asked, and we’re going to find out if you meant it.”

     
Without a word I walked over to the toy box and lifted the lid, rummaging around inside.
 
I found what I was looking for and walked back to Dominique.

     
She moaned hotly as I reached under her and pinched at her nipples from the side, first one then the other.
 
They were already hard but I tweaked and pulled at them anyway.
 
I
enjoyed
tormenting her.
 
Deftly I caught each of her nipples and fitted them into nipple clamps.
 
She gasped delightfully as I adjusted each one until I was satisfied.
 
“Look at me.”
 
I tugged the pretty silver chain connecting them to make sure the clamps wouldn’t come off easily.
 
She groaned and blushed and I kissed the perspiration from her top lip.
 
“Head down.
 
Open your mouth,” I said.
 
She obeyed and I leaned down, hooking the chain over her teeth and closing her mouth with a finger under her chin.
 
She was breathing hard through her nose.
 
“Don’t let it go.”
 
She nodded and immediately moaned through clenched teeth,
realising
any movement pulled on her nipples.
 
“Almost ready,
ass slut
.”

     
I smiled to myself as I hovered over the toy box, trying to decide which size.
 
Shaking my head, I smiled.
 
I am too merciful
.
 
Picking out the small butt plug, I was looking for lube when I glanced across at Dominique.

     
Look at her
.
 
Damn ...
Her thighs were straining, flexing in the low lighting.
 
It wasn’t a really tight tie, but for a novice she was doing very well.
 
And in this position, her ass was something to behold.
 
Her hair shimmered as she tried to get comfortable and soft moans came from her lips each time she moved too much.
 
I wonder if she imagined it would be like this?

     
I scratched my chin with the butt plug as I stared at her ass and long legs, her weight shifting from foot to foot.
 
Something was missing.
 
I snapped my fingers.
 
Climbing to my feet, I lifted the spreader bar from its place on the wall, and walked up behind Dominique.
 
I smacked her ass and she jerked, moaning as she accidentally pulled on her nipples.
 
I said loudly, “Spread, ass slut.”
 
She shuffled her feet apart and groaned as the new position pulled at her bonds.

     
I went down on one knee to cuff her ankles to either end of the bar.
 
When I stood, I felt like I was looking at a work of art.
 
I stepped back and admired her for another moment before heading back to the side table to lube the plug.
 
When I returned to Dominique, I smoothed over her heart-shaped ass with my free hand and she moaned in pleasure.
 
Reaching lower, I slid my fingers between her legs and into her furnace.
 
“You fucking slut,” I breathed in her ear.

     
I fucked two fingers in and out of her drenched cunt.
 
She tried to press back and moaned in need.
 
I slid my fingers from her then pushed one slowly up her ass, sawing it in and out and telling her how much I was going to enjoy breaking her in.
 
She moaned louder and her thighs shook.

     
I slid two fingers back into her pussy and she gasped when I slipped them out and started working them into her asshole.
 
Her entire crotch was coated in her juices and her soft moans filled the room.
 
Sliding my fingers out of her, I leaned into her ear and whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful.”
 
Then I slowly slid the plug right up her ass.

     
I could see her body tighten and shudder a little, but she did not cry out.
 
I brushed a tear from her cheek and told her I wanted her to have something to remember this by.
 
With my fingers I combed her hair forward, hiding her face, then walked back to the toy box.
 
I picked up the Polaroid camera and fired off ten snaps of her, moving around but mostly from behind.
 
Putting the camera and photos on the side table, I unsnapped my whip from my belt and swung it through the air a few times, warming my shoulder.
 
Choosing one of the developing pictures, I returned to Dominique.

     
I placed it on the training table in front of her so she could see how she looked.
 
“For you,” I said softly.
 
“I am going to flog you now.
 
I’ll go easy.
 
You can let go of the chain if you want.”

     
She shook her head and moaned, clenching the chain tighter between her teeth.
 
Her eyes were on fire.
 
Where did this girl come from?
 
I wondered, just a little awed.

     
I swung the whip in the air again and she flinched, moaning.
 
Then I brought it down across her ass.
 
She jerked on impact, moaning loudly through clenched teeth.
 
I couldn’t wait to show her a real flogging.
 
But I
did
want her to welt.
 
I wanted her to feel it tomorrow, as a reminder of who she was.
 
I brought it down again across her ass and she stifled a scream and jumped.
 
That’s better
.
 
It was firm but I was pleased.
 
The flogger I’d chosen was ‘
thuddy
’ rather that ‘whippy’.
 
It wouldn’t have
hurt
.

     
I worked my way up her ass to her lower back,
criss
-crossing her skin with red welts.
 
Then back down again over her ass and down the back of her thighs.
 
She was moaning more softly now, almost constantly.
 
As I worked my way back up each of her thighs to her ass, a louder moan broke through my rhythm.
 
She had started shaking almost constantly and it dawned on me that Dominique was about to cum.
 
The chain had fallen from her mouth and she was whispering to the floor, “Please ... Please ...”

     
Dropping the whip, I gripped the plug in my fingers and steadied her with my other hand in the middle of her back.
 
I started slowly pulling it out and pushing it back into her.
 
I thought she would cry out, and she did, but not in pain!
 
It was only seconds before I
realised
I was about to push her over the edge.
 
“You like this, don’t you,
ASS SLUT?”
I spat, fucking her ass in earnest, and watching the first multiple orgasm I had ever seen.
 
The words coming from Dominique’s mouth as I fucked her with the butt plug took my breath away.

     
“Fuck me!
 
Yes!
 
Fuck me!
 
Fuck my ass!!
 
Ohhh
,
Godddd
...
Fuckkkk
...
Oohhhh
!”
 
She shuddered, moaned and screamed then started all over again.
 
“Fuck me now!
 
Please!
 
I want it!
 
Fuck my dirty ass!
 
Ohh
!
 
Ohhhh
!”

     
“Sweet Jesus,” I whispered, my cock pulsing obscenely in my pants.
 
Pulling the plug from her, I was shocked by how wet her thighs were.
 
She was
creaming
.
 
I actually tore the zip in my pants trying to get them off, but I didn’t care.
 
I threw the plug across the floor, stepped in behind her and wedged my cock in her ass.

     
Then I lunged.
 
Tightly gripping her hips, I buried all I had in her.
 
Her shudders and her moans were mixed with mine and I held her tight as she screamed and bucked, coming again and again.
 
Her ass
spasmed
with her orgasms, literally milking the cum from my balls.
 
I couldn’t stop myself.
 
She would hardly notice it.
 
Leaning up, I pulled back and started fucking her ruthlessly.
 
Her tight, burning hot ass had me on edge in seconds.
 
I wrapped my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and pounding her in a rush until I flooded her guts with hot cum.
 
Holding her tightly to me, my cock
spasmed
and throbbed, shooting her ass full of thick juice.

     
“
Ohhhhh
...
Ohhhhh
...
Ohhhhh
...” Dominique cooed each time my cock flexed.
 
My spent cock slipped from her, and in moments her own spasms subsided and I heard her mumbling to herself.
 
I released the rope attached to her collar and she collapsed to the table.

     
We were breathing as hard as each other as I struggled to find the strength to unbind her forearms.
 
My eyes scanned over her flawless skin and approved of the raised welts decorating it.
 
I threw the ropes across the floor and stroked her body.
 
She moaned softly and I leaned down closely, listening to her whisper and gathering her in my arms.
 
“Oh, Sir ... Oh God, Sir ... Please keep me ... Please, please keep me ...”

     
“
Shhh
, Dominique ...
Shhh
...” I said, smiling down on her and kissing her softly.
 
“You will be sleeping in
my
bed tonight.”

Chapter 4

I moved in with Andrew sixteen days after meeting him.
 
I still can’t believe it when I think about it.
 
We boxed up my belongings in a couple of hours and that was that.
 
I was worried about ‘notice periods’, and cleaning and getting my deposit back.
 
Andrew said he would take care of it and he did.
 
He also said I didn’t have to work if I didn’t want to, but I liked my job and wanted to keep it.
 
I told him honestly I felt
more
secure having at least
some
money I made myself, rather than having him provide everything for me.
 
And besides
, I thought to myself,
what if it doesn’t work out?
 
He found the whole conversation amusing but agreed.
 
He also told me if I ever wanted to change my mind it would be fine.
 
That made me smile.

     
Before long, we settled into a comfortable routine.

     
It was three months and four days later, and something was up.
 
He called me at work and told me it was a special day, and he was picking up some take out for the occasion.
 
I had no idea what he had in mind, but I was used to his spontaneity and was more than happy to go along with whatever he might have planned.
 
As it was my night to cook and I’d had a tiring day, I was happy to have the night off.

     
And anyway, I didn’t argue with Andrew.
 
I learned pretty fast it wasn’t worth it.
 
I could
protest
something of course, but arguing wasn’t smart.
 
He
wanted
my opinion.
 
He made that clear.
 
And I usually gave it without thinking, which I wished I could change.
 
But for some reason I just kept doing it.
 
Probably because he said he liked it.
 
But it always got me into
more
trouble, rather than less.

     
The phone rang the moment I stepped inside our front door.
 
“Hello?” I asked, picking up the remote and bringing the house to life.

     
“Good.
 
You’re there.
 
As I said earlier, tonight is a special night.
 
I’ve laid out some things on your bed.
 
Shower, change and make yourself beautiful for me.
 
I’ll be there in an hour.”

     
“Yes, Sir.”

     
“Good girl.”
 
Click
.

     
I dashed upstairs to see what he had in store.
 
Neatly laid on the unused bed was a long light blue silk shift, slave bell anklets, my training collar and pretty moonstone earrings.
 
Lifting the loose material to hold in front of me, the silver threads running through it caught the light, making it shimmer and sparkle.
 
Wow
, I thought, before eagerly jumping in the shower and getting ready.

     
I was putting on the finishing touches when I heard him arrive home.
 
He called up the stairs that we would eat later and to meet him in the study.
 
I was starting to get nervous.
 
What was going on?

     
The heat was already emanating from the fireplace and I could feel it against my face as I stood in the doorway and swallowed, waiting for him to notice me.
 
When he did, his eyes lit up.
 
He finished stoking the hearth and beckoned to me.
 
“Come to me, pet,” he said simply.

     
I can’t remember when he started calling me ‘pet’.
 
The funny thing was, about a month earlier he had talked about the need for another name, a name for when I was good.
 
A ‘pet’ name.
 
He said he hadn’t come up with one and would call me ‘pet’ until he did.
 
After that, it slipped into our conversations whenever he was pleased with me, and I can’t say I didn’t like it.
 
So I was pretty sure I wasn’t in trouble, even though I still had no idea what was going on.
 
The bells on my ankles tinkled as I went to him, sliding my hands into his and standing before him, gazing curiously into his eyes.

     
“It’s time,” he said, directing me to a cushion before him.
 
His face was deadpan, giving nothing away.
 
A sudden feeling of dread washed through me.
 
I often worried about what I might have done wrong, or what more I could have done for him.
 
For a split second I was afraid he was going to let me go.

One of the things I liked about Dominique was her utter inability to keep her mood from her face.
 
As she knelt before me and I sat on the edge of my recliner, I smiled as curiosity, confusion, and finally nervousness and fear swept across her visage.
 
She bit her lip and her cheeks
coloured
as she looked up at me hopefully.
 
Keeping her in suspense no longer, I whispered, “I am very pleased with you.”

     
The flickering flames leapt and sizzled, bathing her in an ochre glow, reflected in her eyes.
 
She licked her lips before speaking, as if unsure of her voice.
 
“
Th
-Thank you, Sir.”

     
“The time has come to commit to each other more deeply.”

     
“S-Sir?” she asked, her eyebrows rising.

     
Clasping my hands together in front of me, I continued, “I want to collar you.
 
I want to
formalise
what we are to each other.”

     
“I-I’m already happier than I ever thought possible, Sir.”

     
I smiled down on her.
 
She had an uncanny ability to say the most delightful things at just the right time.
 
“It’s a natural progression,” I continued.
 
“One that signifies a change towards something more permanent.
 
Sometimes when two people find each other, they just know.
 
They know it’s right, and they know it’s strong.”

     
“Y-Yes, Sir.”

     
“That’s how I feel with you, Dominique.
 
I feel like we are ready to walk further into the forest.
 
Do I meet your needs?
 
Am I all you could ask for at this time in your life?”
 
For a split second I wondered what she would say.

     
“Fuck yeah.
 
I-I mean ...”
 
She giggled.

     
Smiling, I ploughed on.
 
“You do everything I ask of you.
 
You are attentive and thoughtful and I find my desire to be the same for you undiminished.
 
For this I am not just grateful, pet.
 
I am convinced.”

     
Dominique looked down at her hands and I did too.
 
They were shaking as she whispered, “This girl is s-so happy to hear that, S-Sir.”