Her Dominant Doctor (14 page)

“What do you spank with, Dr. Dom?” she asked with laughter in her voice.

“I’d use my hand and, if you were really naughty, I’d use an implement like a wooden bath brush to make your bottom evenly pink.” Annie’s breath hitched. “You’d like that, baby?” he crooned.

“Yes, I would. I kind of like spankings. I’ve been spanked during sex and it was a real turn-on.” Her body felt on fire, especially her face. It was difficult admitting something so taboo and private.

Thomas inhaled sharply. “While I love how open and honest you are, baby, I really don’t want to think about another man touching you. I’m glad to know that you enjoy spankings though, because I do too. Very much. I like giving erotic spankings, much like you have most likely experienced.” His tone was grudging. He was thoroughly jealous of the man who introduced his Annie to erotic spankings. Ignoring that thought, he focused on the experiences that he alone would provide to Annie. “I also enjoy administering punishment spankings. I’ve used impact toys like a flogger, belt, and crop.” He paused, watching Annie’s expression of concentration. There were many questions in those sensuous brown eyes. “Why don’t you tell me about the types of erotic books you like to read? What are your favorite themes? It will help me to understand your desires more.”

Relief washed over her. “Oh, well, spanking stories are high on the list. Bondage. Some dirty talk. Being held to rules and receiving discipline if they are not followed.” Annie averted her eyes when she spoke, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact during her admission.

“Annie, eyes on me,” he demanded, making her already heated skin bloom with fire. “What kind of rules?” he asked pointedly.

“Hmmm… you know, specified parameters like kneeling, don’t look the dom in the eye, be home by a certain time, don’t speak or go to the bathroom unless you have permission. Rules that will be punished if not followed. Those types of things. I sort of also like the typical rule in almost every book I have ever read… a shaved… pussy.” The last word was spoken softly.

“You can say the word ‘pussy’ louder than that, baby. Come on, let me hear you say ‘shaved pussy,’” he urged. “Eyes on me.”

Her gaze snapped back. “Shaved pussy,” she repeated confidently.

“Good girl. As your dom, I’ll demand that you do keep your pussy bare and smooth, because I most assuredly prefer it. I’ll also have other expectations, especially around your health and safety. I want you to get a good night’s sleep, eat healthy, exercise. I want you to tell me if you are sick. It’s important that you take care of your mental well-being in whatever ways work best for you. Get a massage, partake in gardening. Whatever helps to keep your stress down is important. As far as safety goes, I want to know where you are when we are not together.”

Annie’s body stiffened. “Your body language just changed,” he observed.

“I…” Thomas held up his hand to stop her from talking.

“Wait. I’m not saying you can’t go places. I just want to know where you are. For example, if you leave work to go to the store on the way home, just text me so I know. If I expect you home at a certain time and you do not let me know that you have deviated from your schedule, it will cause me worry and angst. I don’t like feeling that way. It’s a rule to alleviate my stress. It’s also a courtesy that should be afforded to one you love. I would do the same, if you were expecting me and I was going to be late.”

Annie nodded her head in understanding. “I get it. Okay.”

“If you break the rules, I will punish you. I expect total honesty and open communication. I need to know when you are uncomfortable or upset, so I expect you to use the safewords—red to stop, yellow to slow down.”

“I can live with all of that,” she responded. “I do, however, want to add a few more hard limits, especially where you are giving me rules to follow.”

“Of course, please continue.”

“One of the things I hate most, which is also in almost every story I have read, the dom makes the sub go out in public with no underwear. I don’t want to go out of the house without my panties. It would weird me out. And I don’t want to be punished with a cold shower or made to eat something I don’t like. There is nothing erotic about any of those things.”

“Just so I understand you.” He put his hands out in surrender. “You do not want to be told you cannot wear underwear in public, but you have no problem with kneeling at my feet, using impact toys, or controlling your bodily functions?” His tone was incredulous.

“As long as controlling my bodily functions does not include forcing me to eat things I won’t like or forcing me to not eat, then I guess, yes.”

His expression was one of astonishment, as well as acceptance. “Okay then.” He tilted his head. “As far as withholding food, I would never do something that could endanger your health. I will take care of your well-being at all times. Body and soul. It’s important to me that you believe that, Annie. You are precious and my heart seizes at just the thought of any harm befalling you.”

Breaking into a reassuring smile, she had a soothing tone in her voice. “Thomas.” Her fingers brushed his hair tenderly. “You are precious to me too. It’s just amazing that we found each other. I can’t get over it.”

“I’m so grateful for the miracle of finding you. When you think about it, it’s beyond remarkable. You got in that cab at the airport and it could have taken you to any one of six hospitals in less than a mile radius. But instead it drove to my hospital when I was on shift. Only divine intervention could allow such a coincidence.” He brushed her stray hair behind her ear, tugging on the lobe gently. “Back to business. So panties. I admit, having control of what you do and do not wear underneath your clothes is a huge turn-on. So, in respect of your limit and ensure you always wear panties out of the house, would you compromise and allow me to control what panties you wear on a daily basis? I’ll organize your panty drawer once a week, lining them up in order.”

Annie considered the compromise, finding no reason to reject it. “Yes, I’m okay with that. As long as you don’t make me wear a g-string every day!” she quipped, adding, “They are very uncomfortable.”

“You’re in luck, my dear Annie,” Thomas exclaimed. “I happen to love the look of a plump bottom in white cotton panties, just like a schoolgirl.” His eyes flashed imperiously. “It is so much fun to peel panties off before a spanking. I’m very much looking forward to the feel of your sexy ass over my knees for your first spanking by my hand.”

The underlying sensuality of those words had her captivated. She could envision his large hands roaming over her backside, then slowly peeling her panties down to her knees, revealing her bottom to his gaze.
What an arousing thought
.

“So do I have to call you master or wear a collar?”

“I prefer you call me by my given name unless we are in a specific scene. I love hearing your soft voice say my name. If we are in a scene, then I would expect you to call me sir or Doctor, if you prefer. As far as a collar goes, I’ve never had a desire to collar a submissive, but a symbol of my possession on you would be…” His voice drifted off. “Would you want to wear a collar?” he inquired.

“Yes, I think so. I like the symbolism.” His expression darkened, making her toes curl and her belly clench. She felt both elated and terrified. He looked like he wanted to consume her.

“You know,” Annie interjected with a realization, “I just realized this whole conversation essentially boils down to you giving me a behavior plan. “All this time I’ve thought dominance and submission is this mysterious dynamic, but, in reality, it has been staring me in the face.”
Some behaviorist I am
. “In its simplest definition, you want to shape my behavior and will use certain techniques to teach me how to behave.”

“I never thought of it that way, but, yes, that is exactly what it is. What one dom expects may be entirely different than what I would expect. BDSM is as varied as the people who live this lifestyle.” Thomas paused for a few moments, then continued. “What I want is a woman who is sexually submissive and willing to obey my rules. I enjoy the power exchange, being the god of my domain. It’s the way I am wired.”

“That makes sense to me. I guess I am wired to submit, my desire to please and serve is a major part of who I am. Depending on the situation, it can be a good or bad thing. In the case of sexual gratification, it is most definitely a good thing.” Annie wiggled her eyebrows in emphasis. In a more serious tone, she continued. “The experience is elevated to a higher level when you have control, take the reins as it were. I’m not ashamed to admit I like it in the bedroom, in fact I prefer it.” She asked the next question very deliberately. Annie needed to understand how D/s would work as part of their relationship. “Where does that leave us when we are not having sex?”

Thomas looked at her with understanding. “Outside of the bedroom, we are equals. Thomas and Annie. Although there are exceptions that will stand permanently, although that is not the best way to put it.”

“What permanent exceptions?” Annie interrupted. She was on heightened alert, unsure how he would respond.

His expression was unreadable, but his tone of voice left no room for interpretation. “You are mine, Annie. All of you. As such, I would still expect you to obey the rules I laid out, especially around your health and safety. Those are absolutes that I would expect from anyone I cared about. My strong feelings for you, coupled with my desire to keep you safe from harm and protect what is mine, make it imperative that you follow my rules. I need the peace of mind knowing that you are keeping yourself safe and healthy when I am not with you. Does that make sense?”

Annie nodded her head with a sense of relief.
I can do this
. “It does make sense, Thomas, and I don’t think it will be a problem. In fact, it will be a nice change of pace to have someone worry about me, not that I want to make you worry.” His grim expression required clarification. “More like it is nice to have someone care.” Annie’s thoughts drifted wistfully to her father. He was the last man who really cared about her to the depth Thomas has described.

Wanting more information, Annie pressed, “So… what if I do something inadvertently that breaks your rules. What will you do to me?” Anxiety laced her voice.

Thomas gave her a sidelong glance. “What do you think I will do?”

“Punish me.”

“Yes, love. That is part of the deal in a D/s relationship. It is how you will learn to obey me.”

“What kind of punishments do you give?” Annie’s heart was pounding. Interestingly, it was not the punishment itself that had her anxiety at nuclear level, it was the fear of failure. What if she did not please him or made a mistake? She was curious, though, about the ways in which Thomas would exert his authority when she was disobedient.

He sighed loudly. “I think we are getting too far ahead of ourselves here, baby. There is so much more information I need from you. You are focusing on punishment, but I have yet to ascertain those things that you find pleasurable. You are putting ‘the cart before the horse,’ so to speak.”

Annie forced herself to calm down.
He’s right
. She needed Thomas to lead her through the minefield and trust that he would keep her safe. There was no sense in getting all worked up about failure at this point. Annie had to believe that Thomas would not intentionally set her up for failure. Still, the thought of punishment was, unexpectedly, more arousing as a real possibility than as a fantasy. No erotica could compare to having a strong, domineering man threaten to punish her if she did not obey his rules.

Thomas loudly cleared his throat. Annie snapped out of her erotic thoughts, meeting his determined gaze. “I would like to resume our discussion about limits.” There was no mistaking the rebuke in his voice. Annie felt her body slightly tremble. He was hot when he was demanding. Her entire mind and body were at attention. She felt the sexual magnetism that made him a dominant. He projected an intensity that was intoxicating, leaving her in a lustful drug haze. This man made her crave him and, in turn, made her want to please him.

“Yes… sir.” She was compelled to say these words. It was an internal imperative. Thomas rewarded her with a smile as wide as the ocean, sending her pulse racing.

“Excellent.” His voice was a velvet murmur. “Now, is there anything more you find distasteful and want to make a limit?”

Annie’s mouth went dry when she answered, “I’m nervous about anal play. I have not done that before with another person, only myself.” The intrigued, raised eyebrow that greeted her gaze made her realize she might have revealed too much.
He won’t let this one go
, she was certain.

“Thank you for telling me that anal makes you nervous. That is important for me to know and we will not engage in it until you feel comfortable. There is a lot of preparation that will need to take place before I claim the most forbidden part of your body.” Annie was amazed how the tone of his voice could go from sweet to domineering with just a slight inflection. It was a window into the control and restraint that Thomas must have. “Now, explain what you meant by anal play ‘by yourself’ my little vixen?”
Back to playful Thomas
.

Hesitantly, she expounded. “I have a butt plug that I have used on occasion… I was curious about anal play so I bought a beginner’s plug online, with a bunch of other erotic toys.” She further clarified, “Again it was my theme of ‘being alone should not be a reason to limit experiences.’ Nothing wrong with curiosity.” She shrugged offhandedly, delighted with his response.

“Nothing at all wrong with curiosity, Annie. In fact, that inquisitive nature of yours will come in handy as we slowly explore many, as you say… experiences. Starting with the experience of playing with your toys… with me! I’m looking forward to that. Backtracking to anal play, tell me what makes you nervous, especially in light of your butt plug use?”

“It’s more nervousness around anal sex. Do you like it? Anal sex? I’m guessing yes,” she said, confirming her own question.