Dominique (5 page)

     
“Yes, you are allowed to say that, Dominique.
 
You may ask or say anything, as long as you express the question or statement honestly and with respect.
 
I would have preferred you to say, ‘This girl was kind of hoping ... But yes, in essence your question was within the bounds of what you may ask.”

     
“Um.
 
Sorry, Sir.
 
And
th
-thank you, Sir.”

     
I smiled.
 
“Relax, Dominique.
 
This will be your room.
 
You may keep changes of clothes and makeup here etcetera.
 
You will be sleeping where I tell you to sleep.”
 
The disappointment on her face was obvious, but she brightened as I continued.
 
“But I believe most nights you will be sleeping with me, if you earn the privilege.”
 
I winked at her.
 
“And Dominique?”

     
“Yes, Sir?”

     
“I always want you to be honest with me.
 
Always.
 
It may feel awkward in the beginning, but our relationship depends on it.
 
You should be candid and confess things without being grilled.
 
It pleases me to hear the things you are thinking.”

     
“This girl will try, Sir.”

     
“You will succeed too, Dominique.
 
Or your ass will be very red in the trying.”
 
I grinned at her and she trembled, smiling nervously.
 
God, she was gorgeous.

Was it what he said, or the way he said it to me?
 
Or maybe it was having a conversation with my wrists cuffed behind my back.
 
Whatever it was, I was getting so wet it was ridiculous.
 
I’d never been this turned on, ever!
 
I felt light-headed and could feel my body swaying.
 
When he talked about spanking me, I felt faint.
 
I wanted to try it
now!

     
“Are you all right, Dominique?” he asked.

     
“Y-Yes, Sir.
 
Just ...”

     
“Just what?”

     
“Um ... Just, this girl is
so
horny, Sir.
 
She’s sorry.
 
She doesn’t know what’s come over her!”

     
“Good,” I said simply, smiling at her.
 
She beamed at me, pleased with herself.
 
“Dominique, I’m going to ask you the same question I asked you earlier.”

     
“Yes Sir?” she asked, looking puzzled.

     
“Have you been naughty?” I chuckled.

     
“
Ummm
...
Oh, Sir
,” she whined, a mischievous look leaping to her eyes.
 
“Yes?”

     
“Why, Dominique?”

     
“
Ummm
... Well...”
 
she began, blushing fiercely, “Well ... Because I ...”

     
“‘This girl’ ...”

     
“Um, because ...
this girl
...
ummm
... has enjoyed what has happened to her ... and ... um, her imagination is racing about what might happen in the future, Sir.”

     
“Are you turned on, Dominique?”

     
“God yes, Sir.”

     
“How can you tell?”

     
“My ... I mean ... This girl’s p-pussy is wet ... and this g-girl is so hot, Sir.
 
It’s so exciting t-talking like this with my hands bound, Sir.”

     
“Very good, Dominique.
 
I hope you won’t be too disappointed if I remove them.”
 
Taking her into my arms, she melted against me as I reached behind her and removed the cuffs.
 
She looked up at me and I kissed her lips gently, whispering, “Take a shower and come down to dinner.
 
You’ll find a change of clothes in the wardrobe.
 
Wear nothing but what I have provided for you.”

     
“Thank you, Sir.”
 
She rubbed her wrists as I turned and started to walk away.

     
“And Dominique?” I said, over my shoulder.

     
“Yes, Sir?”

     
“Do not masturbate, okay?”

     
“Um ... N-No, Sir.”

I stripped off and had a cold shower.
 
I hadn’t had one in years, and honestly, I doubt I would have even considered masturbating until Andrew told me I couldn’t.
 
The strangest desire to finger myself to a writhing cum washed over me as
soon
as he said I wasn’t allowed.
 
And if I couldn’t cum, then I needed a cold shower, and fast!
 
I quickly washed myself thoroughly and jumped shivering from the stall.
 
I wrapped a plush towel around myself, and another atop my head and sat in front of the beautiful, glossy white vanity.
 
On its top were some basic cosmetics and a hair dryer.
 
Supplemented by what I had in my handbag, it was only a few minutes later that I looked at myself and hoped he liked what he saw.
 
I stood and finished drying my body, then pulled back the wardrobe door and gasped.

     
There was nothing in there!

     
I looked down, and on the floor were a pair of black pumps, a black leather collar and a note.
 
Pulling open the other door of the wardrobe, I found it empty as well.
 
I crouched down to pick up the things, then sat back down at the vanity to read.

     
Dominique, this is your training collar.
 
Do not put it on.
 
Bring it downstairs with you.
 
There is some
jewellery
in the drawer on your right.
 
Pick out what you want.
 
It is yours.
 
Remember, to me you are beautiful.
 
Walk tall.

     
Andrew

     
My nipples sprung to attention and I could feel the butterflies in my tummy.
 
I hadn’t been here an hour and already I was going to be naked in front of him!
 
I looked at myself in the mirror and was greeted with a stupid grin and I giggled.
 
I slipped on the pumps and stood up.
 
Perfect fit, of course.
 
How could he know?
 
Picking up the collar, I inspected the small silver disk hanging from the front ring.
 
‘
Dominique
’ was engraved across it in a beautiful flowing style.
 
It felt strange holding it in my hands.
 
He must have had such faith in me.
 
I wondered when he had it made and I got a little choked up.
 
I was amazed by the thinness and softness of the leather.
 
I had to see what it looked like and held it up to my neck.
 
Damn, I looked sexy.
 
I opened the drawer and found a small
jewellery
box.
 
When I placed it on the vanity and lifted the lid, my tear-filled eyes bugged out.

     
I delved into the half-full box, not knowing
what
to think.
 
I felt like a pirate finding hidden treasure!
 
Choosing a silver waist chain, I fastened the clasp with trembling fingers.
 
Wow!
 
There were rings and bracelets and some anklets and beautiful
jewelled
earrings.
 
There were also some things I didn’t even know what to do with.
 
I picked up one piece that looked like a brooch.
 
It was a silver star with slivers of green stone swirled through the metal.
 
But from what I could see, there was no way to attach it.
 
For a moment I pondered the pretty piece.
 
Then it dawned on me.

     
It was nipple
jewellery
!
 
Adjusting the spring on the back, I fitted it over my hard nipple and let go of the spring.
 
Whoa!
 
I thought, my mouth dropping open.
 
“
Mmmmmm
!” I moaned aloud at the tightness.
 
Gritting my teeth, I pulled my nipple further through it.
 
What the hell am I doing?
 
Maybe another day I could wear something like that, but not today.
 
I took it off and replaced it, choosing instead some pretty dangling silver earrings and put them on.

     
I rushed into the bathroom to look in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
 
Hmmmm
...
I thought, quickly scanning myself up and down.
 
Opening the bathroom cabinet, I smiled at his forethought.
 
Shaking my head, I wondered how many ‘firsts’ I would end up having today.

     
A further fifteen minutes later, I again
modelled
in the full-length mirror.
 
I blushed and a tingle of excitement rippled across my skin.
 
I raced back out to the vanity and lifted the collar to my neck again.

     
God, I mustn’t prove him wrong
.

     
I shuddered and dropped my arms to my sides.
 
I looked again at myself, naked and holding his collar loosely in my hand, wondering what the hell was I doing there.
 
I looked at my face and watched the blush creep up my cheeks.
 
My lips looked sexy and I ran my pink tongue over them.
 
I giggled at myself and shook my hair.
 
I look like a slut!
 
I smiled and thought,
No, no!
 
‘This girl’ looks like a slut!
 
My eyes danced in my reflection as I hastily reassessed my situation.
 
This girl has met a man she is overpowered by.
 
Well, not physically ... yet
.
 
My smile in the mirror caught my eye.
 
And um, the whole thing, everything that’s happened, is like a dream.
 
She’s doing things she never thought of doing and she can’t stop.
 
And she doesn’t WANT to stop.
 
She’s horny and she likes the challenge of pleasing him ... of knowing that maybe she CAN please him ... of giving everything to him ... of beaming with delight at his gorgeous fucking smile ... of being his to do with as he pleases ... of being his ... of ‘being’ ... just ‘being’ ... me ...

     
My heart was pounding and my skin prickled and tingled with excitement.
 
There was a full blush in my cheeks and across my chest.
 
My breath was short and my nipples were pointy and crinkled hard.
 
My newly shaved pussy was warm, swollen and wet.
 
The muscles in my body felt like they were humming with adrenalin.
 
My reflection mocked me with a sly smile as I
realised
I was squeezing my thighs together without even thinking about it.
 
Naked, I came into this world
... I thought.

     
“
This girl
wants
to be seen like this!” I gasped aloud.
 
With barely a hint of hesitation, I turned on my heels, heading for the stairs before I could change my mind.

I was seated when I heard Dominique’s heels clicking down the stairs.
 
I stood as she slowly and gracefully entered, not unlike a model on a catwalk.
 
My breath caught in my chest as she came closer, her shoulders back and breasts thrusting, her eyes boring into mine.
 
When she was almost in front of me I gestured for her to stop, and I looked her body up and down, smiling.
 
“Very nice, Dominique.”
 
I directed her to the large black cushion beside me on the floor.
 
“Kneel.”