Playing Dom (11 page)

“
That
was . . . really good,” she told me. “I mean good job,
slave.”

I couldn't help but
chuckle as I watched her try to get back into her Domme role. It was
an awkward transition.

“
I
could do better,” I offered.

“
No.”
Talia shook her head. “I believe that will be all today.”

Part of me was
disappointed that she was being so dismissive, but another part of me
was excited from the chase. There was something about her that drove
me insane, something I absolutely adored. Perhaps it was her strong
will, or the fact that even though Chet had hurt her, she wasn't
afraid to explore sexually. Most other women would have shut down
after an experience like that, but not Talia. And I felt honored that
she actually trusted me. That impressed and flattered me most of all.

“
Does
that mean I can take this collar off?” I asked.

“
Yes.”

To be honest, I had
hardly thought about it since the spanking, but now that it was over,
I felt suffocated again. I reached up and took the collar off before
setting it on the coffee table and giving it a look of distaste.

“
You
need help with that?” I heard her say, drawing my attention
away from the table.

“
Help
with what?”

“
That.”
She pointed to my cock, which was painfully hard. It took everything
in me to suppress a smirk.

“
What
kind of help did you have in mind?”

“
The
handy kind. It seems only fair.”

“
Is
that what you want to do, as a Domina, I mean?”

“
Wouldn't
it be like aftercare?”

I guffawed, and she
scowled at me. “No, love, that wouldn't be like aftercare.
Aftercare would be letting me rub lotion on your ass after the
spanking.”

“
Ohh,
that sounds good.” Talia perked up.

“
I'd
be more than happy to do it.”

“
Good
idea, slave. Lube me.” She stood to go to her room, presumably
to get a bottle of lotion, and I couldn't help but shake my head at
her. How could she be so fucking sexy and adorable at the same time.
Fuck my life, I was really starting to like her.

Talia returned
seconds later with some fancy looking bottle of lotion. When she
handed it to me, and I popped the top, the scent of honeysuckle about
slapped me in the face. Women and their strong-scented lotions.
Before I even had time to adjust to the smell, she was crawling over
my lap again. I tried not to grin as I squirted some lotion into my
hands and prepared to rub the pain away. She groaned softly while I
gently massaged the lotion into her puffy skin, all the while
admiring my handiwork. Her ass cheeks were a nice rosy pink, and
every bit of it had been from my touch. It was a gratifying thought.

“
That
feels like heaven,” Talia mumbled.
T
ouché
,
sweet one. T
ouché
.

When I was finished,
she laid there for a few moments longer before crawling back onto the
sofa beside me. I realized then that her panties had completely
disappeared. She must have left them in the bedroom when she went to
get the lotion, not that I minded at all. It was just an observation.

“
You're
really good at this aftercare stuff,” Talia commented.

“
Experience,”
I told her.

“
I
bet you were a good Dom.”

“
I
thought I was. Anyway, I'm not sure when you want to get together
again, but I work tomorrow. Gotta keep up with that nine to five.”

“
Oh,
yeah, I work too. I just got lucky being off this weekend. Usually my
days off are sporadic, but I don't get off any later than seven if
you ever want to get together after work.”

“
What
is it that you do anyway?”

“
I'm
a radiology technician at a private clinic.”

“
Oh,
nice,” I said, genuinely impressed.

“
Yup.
I like my job. It's kind of weird sometimes, but it's fun.”

“
It's
good that you like your job. I hate mine.”

“
Yeah.
Being a health insurance salesman doesn't sound like much fun, no
offense.”

“
It's
not, but my boss is awesome, so that makes it bearable.”

“
Glad
to hear it.” She paused for a moment, “Well, you can get
dressed now.”

“
Oh,
yeah.” I had practically forgotten I was naked.

“
That
comfortable around me, huh?” Talia gently jabbed me in the ribs
with her elbow.

“
Actually,
I am.”

“
I'm
glad. I'm comfortable around you too.” She smiled warmly at me.

I could have stared
into her large brown eyes forever, but that would have just been
creepy. Instead, I quietly got dressed and took my leave. It wasn't
until I climbed into my truck that I realized I had lost out on my
chance to get a hand job. Part of me wanted to go back and ask for
it, but that would have just looked pathetic. My needy throbbing cock
was going to have to wait until I got home. What had this woman done
to me to make me forget about my own needs? She had poisoned my mind
and body, filling me with desire I hadn't experienced in a long time.

I drove home with a
grin on my face and her scent on my fingers. It was yet another
deposit for my spank bank. Eventually, I would have the real thing.
We were working towards it, albeit at a sweetly slow pace. Being with
Talia was exciting, but having her would be better. Perhaps I could
eventually convince her that she was better off being a sub. My sub.

CHAPTER SEVEN

My heart was all
aflutter as I thought about what had just happened. I had lost myself
to Micah again, had found myself opening up to him in so many
forbidden ways. He could have taken advantage of me, could have taken
things further, but he didn't push it, and for that I was grateful.
It was hard maintaining control. There was a deep part of me that
just wanted to be manhandled and manipulated, to still be submissive.

I knew that wasn't
right though. Leaving myself so vulnerable would only lead to me
getting hurt again. There was no way I would allow that. This was
better. I was getting to have my cake and eat it too. Micah was
feeding my carnal desires and still allowing me to be in control.
Yes, I enjoyed being a Mistress. It would still take a bit of
practice, but eventually I would be ready for my own sub. Maybe even
Micah, if he'd give himself over to me.

The thought sent
shivers of want through me as I pictured his naked body. My God, that
body. It was like he had been plucked right out of a swanky men's
underwear catalog. Broad chest. Rippling abs. Smooth and hairless.
And that cock. Oh my.

Even though I had
just had an amazing orgasm, my body still felt on fire from his
touch, as if his essence lingered behind, triggering something inside
of me that needed to be satiated. I locked my front door and skipped
to my bedroom, tossing myself onto my back like a pole vaulter and
opening one of my bedside table drawers to take out Mr. Green, my
favorite massager.

“
Hello,
Mr. Green,” I said cheerfully, then felt stupid for it
afterward.

I dialed him up to
Oh-My-God and laid there in fantasy, writhing beneath the vibrations
as I pictured it being Micah between my legs. He hadn't vibrated, but
damn had his fingers been skilled. Where was my self control then? He
was only supposed to spank me, but I had let him go much further, and
I hadn't even disciplined him for it. Could I discipline him if he
did something I actually enjoyed? The BDSM rules were so fuzzy in my
mind when I was drunk on lust.

After I finished
pleasuring myself, I took a shower and hopped in front of the
computer to e-mail him about our next session. Hopefully, I wouldn't
seem too eager, but I honestly couldn't wait to see him again. He was
a good teacher, though a bit stuffy. If he could just get over his
whole obsession with proper BDSM rules, then he might enjoy himself a
lot more. Either way, as long as I could keep him coming around, I
was happy.

I wiggled in my seat
as I tried to think about what to write him. It was important to
sound assertive as a Mistress, but I also needed to throw something
in there to make it worth his while. I chewed on my bottom lip as I
went to work typing.

Hey slave,

Mistress Talia
approves of your spanking. I have decided that when you come over
next, I will give you an extra special reward. Speaking of which, I
was wondering if you'd like to come over on Wednesday afternoon. I
very much enjoyed our session together and am looking forward to the
next one.

Lots of love,

No.
That's wrong. Backspace.

Your owner in
training,

Much cuter.

Mistress Talia.

Send.

Now to think of a
proper reward. I hadn't given him much attention, and he hadn't
seemed to mind, but I could feel the heat radiating from his sex, the
want he had for me. Maybe if I made good on the hand job, it would be
enough. While I wanted to draw him close, I also didn't want to shove
the whole pie in his face. He could have little tastes at a time.
Hopefully, it would be enough to keep him around.

I went to bed with a
smile on my face, wondering how I had gotten so lucky. If Micah
hadn't been there to save me from Chet, I wasn't sure what would have
happened. The longer I stayed away from Chet, the more I realized how
bad he had actually been for me. How could I have not seen it before?
How could I have been so stubborn?

Maybe Micah was
right. Maybe being a good Dom wasn't about being hardcore. Perhaps it
really was a lot more like the books I had read, the ones they both
hated so much. Or maybe there was a balance between the two that I
hadn't seen yet. All I knew was that I was looking forward to
learning more and hopefully becoming a Mistress whom the lifestyle
community could be proud of.

***

Wednesday rolled
around, and I found myself going about my day with pep in my step.
Micah infested my mind, and I couldn't help but think and fantasize
about what this session would hold. I still hadn't read all the
paperwork he had brought me. Doing things as they came to me was a
lot more fun, going with the flow.

First, I needed to
give him his reward. After that, I wanted to face the apparatus that
Chet had ruined me with—the flogger. It had been one of my
favorite kink toys when I started getting into the lifestyle. I
didn't want to be one of those scarred people who never touched a
specific toy again because they'd had a bad experience with it. BDSM
toys are kind of like weapons. It's not the toy that hurts someone;
it's the person wielding it.

When I got home from
work, I quickly whipped something up in the kitchen and then went
into my bedroom to change. The Mistress outfit I had purchased was
feeling a bit redundant, so I decided to wear a teddy instead. It was
mostly black mesh with spandex bands covering all of my more intimate
parts and wrapping around me in a stylish manner. There was no doubt
in my mind that Micah would make some comment about it not being
dominant looking, but I didn't care. We were playing by my rules, and
I was going to wear whatever I wanted.

He showed up at
eight o'clock sharp, which gave me barely enough time to get
everything done. I opened the door five minutes late, panting and
hoping he was still there. Micah scowled at me, but it only lasted
until his eyes trailed down to the lingerie I was wearing. Then he
smirked and sniffed the air.

“
Smells
like you're cooking again,” he said casually.

“
I
am.” I stepped away from the door to let him in.