Playing Dom (7 page)

Though I had decided
to stay away from the lifestyle, I didn't really feel like going back
to my old ways either. Picking up random ass had lost its appeal.
Maybe I just needed a little while to get over everything. Taking a
break wouldn't kill me.

I spent my
afternoons watching movies, playing video games, and visiting my
parents. The incident with Chet inspired an intensified hatred for my
father. Every time I went to visit with my mother, I found myself
watching him like a hawk and checking her for bruises and cuts.
Apparently, since she had been diagnosed with cancer, he had turned a
new leaf, realizing that he was about to lose the woman whom had put
up with his shit for thirty-five years. It gave him a new-found
appreciation for her, one that I prayed would last. I swore to God
that if he touched her while she was sick, she would not die before
him.

The weekend was
quickly approaching, and I found myself at a crossroad. To go out or
stay home. That was the question. Even though I had been pretty good
throughout the week, having regular sex had given me cravings I
couldn't deny. I didn't feel like looking for someone new to bone,
but I also didn't feel like having a date with Rosie Palmer and her
five sisters either. It was a bit of a conundrum.

Laziness took over,
and I decided to stay home. Friday bled into Saturday with a mess of
distractions and pizza. It felt weird sitting on my ass doing
nothing, and I eventually got fed up with it and went to the gym for
an hour to make myself feel at least somewhat productive. Then I came
back to the apartment and cleaned before sitting in front of my
computer again to waste the rest of the afternoon.

When I opened my
email, I was surprised to find a message from the fetish website. I
silently cursed myself for not deleting my profile. There was no
point in getting these emails now, not when they were only going to
remind me of what I was missing and what I couldn't have in this
miserable fucking town. My mouse rolled over the check box to delete
the email, and then curiosity got the better of me, and I ended up
opening it instead.

To my surprise, the
message was from Talia. Just seeing her name caused my heartbeat to
quicken. This was probably an SOS message, or a threat from Chet
channeled through Talia. He was petty enough to pull some bullshit
like that.

With a sigh, I read
the message.

Hey Micah,

Thanks for taking
care of me the other night. I never really got to thank you, so I
thought that maybe you'd like to come over for dinner. I make awesome
enchiladas. At least, that's what my ex told me.

I know this is
kind of short notice, so I'll understand if you can't come. You know
where I live. The enchiladas will be ready around eight o'clock. I
hope that's not too late for you. Hope to see you later tonight.

Talia

I looked at my
watch. It was seven o'clock.

My body had never
moved faster to get ready to go somewhere. I pulled on a
tight-fitting polo and some loose designer jeans, then I messed with
my hair for a few minutes before grabbing my keys and heading out the
door. With any luck, her offer would be legit, and she wouldn't just
be playing the she-wolf to lure me into some trap that Chet devised.
It sucked being so paranoid, but I honestly wouldn't put it past the
guy to do something like that.

During the whole
drive over to Talia's apartment, I thought about the night of the
play party. Not the bad parts, but the pleasant time while I was
kissing her soft skin. Just thinking about her lying there shirtless
awakened my inner demon, the piece of me that only thought about
sexual gratification. If she was calling me over, and this wasn't a
trap, the monster would probably get fed. It was definitely worth
leaving the apartment for.

I pulled up in front
of her unit and took long steps towards the door, straightening
myself up before ringing the doorbell. She opened it with a winning
smile. There was no sign of Chet, and for that I felt relieved.

“
Come
in,” Talia said, stepping away from the door to allow me
inside.

The smell of Mexican
food rushed to greet me. I looked around her apartment like it was
the first time I had seen it. The night of the play party, I had been
completely focused on giving Talia aftercare, so I hadn't really had
a chance to get acquainted with the place aside from the bathroom and
kitchen. Those two rooms, I already knew my way around fairly well.
Her decorating style screamed feminine Ikea, but her fashion sense
was completely sexy. My eyes climbed up her long legs toward the
skimpiest pair of shorts I had ever seen. Across her ass in big pink
letters was the word Juicy. Damn right that ass was juicy. It didn't
even need a label. To compliment the shorts, she was wearing a tiny
pink tank top, leaving little to the imagination. Had she meant to
bring me here just to seduce me? If that was the case, it would have
taken less than the outfit to get the job done.

“
How
have you been?” she asked, drawing my mind away from lecherous
thoughts.

“
Bored,”
I replied, wondering how long this friendly charade would last. We
both knew what I was really there for.

“
Take
a seat at the table. The food's ready. I just need to pull it out of
the oven. I hope you like Mexican.” Talia gestured to her small
dining room table, and I sat down in one of the chairs.

“
I
wouldn't be here if I didn't.” That was a lie. I would have
come even if she was serving chicken livers. My focus was less on the
meal and more on dessert.

I sat there like a
good boy, watching her take the enchiladas out of the oven and
sexualizing her the entire time. Patiently, I waited while she served
me, trying not to stare too much, not that it mattered. She wouldn't
look at me, perhaps because she was nervous. We didn't know each
other very well, but that would change before the end of the night, I
was sure.

“
There
you go,” Talia said in a chipper voice as she slid a plate of
food in front of me. It smelled delicious. Cheese enchiladas with
rice and beans and what appeared to be homemade tortillas. A proper
Mexican feast.

“
Thank
you,” I replied, picking up my fork and waiting for her to sit
down before I dug in.

“
It's
the least I could do after you rescued me from Chet.” She fixed
her own plate and sat across from me, glancing up with a shy smile
before turning her attention to her food.

I took a few quick
bites. Everything tasted amazing.

“
How
are things with you and Chet?” I asked, not bothering to hide
the disdain from my voice.

“
There
is no me and Chet,” her tone took a dark turn.

“
Oh.
So he never tried to get back with you?”

“
He
did, but I told him I'm not interested. I was never really a good
submissive anyway.”

“
I'm
surprised he let it go that easily.”

“
He
didn't. He did everything you said he would. He begged, told me what
a great submissive I was, told me things would be different if I came
back to him. I wasn't buying it.”

“
Good.
I'm glad you stuck up for yourself.”

“
Yeah.
I had been blinded by my own stubbornness. I was determined to fit
into the lifestyle, and I thought he was the best Master out there. I
mean if no other subs can handle him, then he has to be the real
thing, right?”

“
You
never had a Dom before him?”

“
No.”
Talia shook her head. “He was my first, and my last. I'm not
interested in that aspect of the lifestyle anymore.”

“
I
can't really blame you. There are so many pretenders and people who
abuse their positions in the lifestyle. It's part of the reason I
don't do it anymore. Too much bullshit.”

“
Oh,
I'm still very interested in the lifestyle,” she told me,
giving me a strange hopeful look before averting her eyes again. “I
mean I wasn't at first. Not after what Chet did to me. But then I
really sat down and thought about it. It doesn't have to be horrible.
I mean I can still get what I want without being a submissive.”

“
You're
losing me.” I glanced up at her in confusion.

“
I
think I want to be a Mistress now.”

“
You
want to be a Domme,” I hesitated.

“
Yeah.”
Talia nodded. “I think it would be fun. I could make my own
rules, get what I want, and not have to worry about being abused.”

I sighed internally,
thinking about how we had just talked about pretenders. She was no
different than Chet in the sense that she just wanted to use the
lifestyle to get what she wanted, damn the rules.

“
Well,
I wish you the best of luck in that,” I replied dryly.

“
I'm
going to need more than luck. I don't really know what I'm doing, so
I'd like to find someone to teach me.”

“
I'm
sure you've made some friends at the munches. I remember there being
one Domme at the one I met you at.”

“
Mistress
Marian.” Talia swallowed a bite of food and shook her head. “I
don't want to be like that.”

“
I
couldn't really tell if she was good or bad at it, but she didn't
command much respect from Chet.”

“
No
one commands respect from Chet, because he respects no one.”

“
That's
fair.”

“
I
just mean that I'm not interested in doing things in the traditional
sense. I assume that when you're a Mistress, you can make your subs
do whatever you want.”

“
Within
reason and boundaries and guidelines, yes.”

“
I
was kind of hoping you might be interested in teaching me.”

I nearly choked on
my food from her unexpected request. “Me? Why? I'm not even
into the lifestyle anymore.”

“
Well,
you keep saying that most people are fakes, so I can only assume that
means you know the rules and stuff. Plus, since you're not into the
lifestyle anymore, then maybe you won't be so stuffy. I don't know. I
don't know you very well yet, but you seem like a nice guy who could
be patient with me.”

“
I'm
not a woman though. You really need a woman to teach you how to be a
good Domme.”

“
Why?
I'll want a man as my submissive. Who knows a man's body better than
a man?”

The way she said it
made my cock twitch in my jeans. It was certainly an interesting
proposition, and one that I was sure would lead to lots of sexy time.
Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea.

“
What
do you want me to teach you exactly?”

She shrugged. “Maybe
let me practice some things with you so that I don't feel like an
idiot when I go to do them with other people.”

“
What
kind of things?”

“
I
don't know.”

I sighed, leaning
back in my chair, my belly full of good food. “That was
excellent.”

“
Thank
you. I'm glad you liked my cooking.”

“
I
did, very much.”

“
So.”
Talia stood and picked up both of our plates to take them to the
kitchen. “Are you interested in teaching me?”

“
What's
in it for me?” I asked, giving her a provocative look.

“
The
pleasure of my company.” She struck an adorable pose, kicking
one of her legs back and batting her eyelashes at me. I rolled my
eyes at her, but I knew I was lost. How could I possibly resist the
chance to spend more time with such a beautiful woman.

“
When
do we begin?” I made it sound like it was the worst thing in
the world.

“
Well,
we can start now, if you'd like. I was thinking I need a sexy
Mistress outfit. That will help people to take me seriously.”