To Love and Obey (15 page)

Thirteen

“Make sure you softly drag your leg,” Whitney did a demonstration for Zerrin. “For some reason, men really like it when you do that shit.”

Zerrin and Whitney met up for their weekly pole-dancing lesson. Over the past several weeks, Zerrin had gotten better at pole-dancing; climbing up the pole and sliding down it with ease. She was able to hold herself up with her legs and do a few twirls. A few times she slid too hard and fell smack on her ass. But she was determined to get better—if not for her Master, then for herself.

“Now, today’s lesson is twirling your body while your legs are supporting you,” Whitney climbed on the pole and wrapped her legs around it. She arched her back and her body slowly circled the pole. “You need to relax and let your legs do the work. All of that yoga you’ve been doing will come in handy now.”

Dressed in a bra, stockings, and high heels, Zerrin climbed up the pole. She tried to hold onto the pole with just her legs but found herself slowly sliding down. She got off the pole and tried again, only to have the exact same result.

“Stop overthinking it,” Whitney cooed as she sat on the floor. “You’re thinking too hard. That’s why you’re not staying up there. Clear your mind.”

Zerrin exhaled a deep breath and closed her eyes. She cleared her mind, erasing all insecurities and negative thoughts, and climbed back on the pole. Her legs gripped the pole and she gently arched her back, softly twirling around it.

“That’s it! That’s perfect!” Whitney clapped from the floor. “You got it, girlie!”

Zerrin straightened her back and slid down the pole. “You know, a few weeks ago, I didn’t think I would be able to do something like that.”

“A few weeks ago,
I
didn’t think you would be able to do something like that,” Whitney laughed, “but you have improved so much, Zerrin. You should be proud of yourself.”

A slow smile formed on Zerrin’s face. She felt confident as ever. “I am. I’m really proud.”

“Good.” Whitney smiled. “You have a task to prepare for.”

“I do?” Zerrin’s eyes lit up. She really loved it when Master gave her tasks to do.

“You need to perform a dance for Him to ‘Criminal,’” Whitney noted, “and wear nothing but a smile.”

“Nude
?” Zerrin’s eyes widened. “Nude?”

“Naked as the day you were born.” Whitney grinned. “It won’t be too bad. Just do everything that you learned over the past few weeks.”

“But I’ll be naked,” Zerrin stared blankly at her sub sister, “like He’ll see
everything
!”

“Like He hasn’t seen everything, already?” Whitney replied.

“That’s different!” Zerrin argued. “If I’m bound and gagged, He’s not seeing me twist in funky poses and positions. He’s going to see my body move in positions that might be unnatural.”

“That’s a possibility,” Whitney replied, “and it’s a possibility He won’t care and might be aroused by it.”

Zerrin sat down on the floor and shook her head. “I’m not doing it.”

Whitney sat beside her sister and a long silence passed between them. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“He’s going to compare me to you and it’s unfair,” Zerrin shook her head, “If He needs to give me punishment for defying Him, so be it. I won’t do it.”

“Zerrin, let me ask you a question: how many times have you compared Master to other Dom He rescued you from?”

Whitney’s question surprised Zerrin and she stumbled in her answering. “Um…um…a few times, I guess?”

“Just a few?” Whitney prodded.

Zerrin released her shoulders. She couldn’t stop comparing the two. It was night and day. Everything Nick had done for her was above and beyond than what her former Dom asked and required of her. “A lot,” she mumbled.

“Don’t you think it’s funny you’re complaining how unfair He might be—which He isn’t—when you haven’t been fair this entire time?”

“You’re right,” she agreed.

“Zerrin, if Master spent His days comparing all of His submissives, He wouldn’t have time for any of us,” Whitney reassured her, “He treats us all differently but with the same respect. He doesn’t have a preference or play favorites. You need to focus on being the best submissive possible. If you’re not in line, trust me, He’ll be the first to tell you.” She laughed.

“I need to get over myself,” Zerrin took a sip of water.

“Yeah, that’s a start.” Whitney smiled. “Have you had enough rest? We still have some time left before we’re done here.”

Zerrin shot up. “Let’s go. I’m about to set that pole on fire.”

****

Nick was walking to a coffee shop when his phone rang. She had a special ring tone—“Don’t Stop Believing,” by Journey. He personally hated the song, but she loved it and he was always reminded of her whenever he heard it. “Hello, Mamma,” he answered.

“So how’s Zerrin?” she cheerfully asked.

“You’re awfully concerned about someone you haven’t met yet,” Nick answered back.

“Is there something the matter with wanting to know what’s going on with my namesake?” Nicola pressed back. “I know you’re dating her, Nicky.”

“Why would you assume that?”

“A mother is always right no matter how wrong we are,” Nicola answered back.

Nick loved how his mother always assumed what he was up to without asking him first about it. He decided not to argue with her; he wasn’t going to win, anyway. “What can I help you with, Mother?”

“Kieran and Tiana are coming to town and I want you to bring Zerrin over for dinner.”

“When is the dinner?”

“On Sunday. I hope you’re able to make it. I would love to meet the woman that’s enchanting my son.”

“How’s your boyfriend, Mother?” Nick decided to change the subject to something other than his personal life. He didn’t like to talk about his mother’s personal life but at least the focus was no longer on him.

“He is just fine! He took me to see a Broadway play the other night. It was so romantic,” Nicola gushed, “he could teach you all a thing or two.”

“Okay, so dinner is when?” Nick changed the subject again.

“Seven p.m. I can’t wait to meet her!” Nicola smiled over the phone. “
Ti amo, figlio mio.”

“Ti amo, Mamma,
” Nick hung up. He wasn’t entirely thrilled about bringing Zerrin home to his family. It wasn’t that it was too soon; it wouldn’t matter if they dated for years or just a few months. It had been years since he brought anyone home, causing his brothers to ask him if he was gay and Tony offering to set him up with a guy he knew.

Nick was going have to prepare Zerrin to face the firing squad also known as his brothers. He was already not looking forward to it.

****

It took some time, but Zerrin finally got the hang of being a submissive.

Nick gave Zerrin a key to His home so she could handle some of His household affairs. His laundry needed to be done. His hardwood floors needed to be polished. His shirts needed to be pressed. She was supposed to create a menu for the week and prepare dishes accordingly.

Nick told her He was a strict Dom and took the D/s relationship just as serious as He took academia. Zerrin didn’t have to wonder too far what her Master meant. He had a protocol Zerrin had to do each time she entered His home: shoes removed, she knelt down on the floor with eyes closed. She inhaled a deep breath and exhaled through her nose. She lifted her head up and spoke loudly, enunciating every word if He was upstairs so He could hear her.

“In gratitude I serve. In thankfulness, I submit.”

It didn’t matter if He was there, if He was upstairs sleeping, or if He was on campus. Nick could always tell if Zerrin behaved herself with just one question:

“Did you follow the tasks?”

The tasks were not difficult and often took less time to complete than what her Master allotted her. She found when she had remaining time, she used it to study. Zerrin often wondered if that was intentional on Nick’s part—if she was at His home with no distractions, she could study and grade assignments in peace.

She wasn’t responsible for keeping the home clean, and she was thankful for the weekly maid service. Learning new dishes had proven to be a challenge for her. Every dinner needed to have at least three colors on it—His demand. “The more colorful the plate is, the healthier it is,” He once mentioned to her. “You’ll get used to it.”

That evening they were going to have spinach-stuffed chicken breasts with steamed carrots and mashed potatoes. Zerrin carefully counted the colors.
Yes, that’s three colors.
She was pretty sure beige wasn’t really a color, but it would have to do.

She quickly prepared dinner and put the chicken in the oven to bake. She hurried upstairs to write in her diary. She took a quick glance at the past entries; she had grown so much as a submissive. She sounded like a bubbly little girl in the earlier entries, not sure where to go or what to do. Her later entries showed the growth in her. She was no longer an unsure submissive, wondering if He would to flog her if she sneezed the wrong way. She was now a confident woman, assured of her thoughts and decisions. It made Zerrin smile.

Dear Diary,

It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve written in my journal, huh? So much has taken place. Nick introduced me to more people in the lifestyle at a place called The Boundary. It was nice to get to know other submissives and meet their Dom/mes. It’s like my eyes have been opened to something new and wonderful. It really is a community for everyone, no matter the preference. No one judges, no one criticizes. Everyone is open and so welcoming. I wish I’d discovered The Boundary sooner.

But I believe everything happens in the order it’s supposed to happen. It can be frustrating at times and I may not understand what is going on in the universe, but I’ve learned to keep my patience and just wait. My parents going into the “profession” that they did was for a reason. My brother channeling his pain into a career was for a reason. Me getting accepted into NYU was for a reason.

Meeting Master was for a reason. Maybe that reason was to show me there’s more to life than what I know.

To Him, I’m grateful.

Zerrin.

A timer indicated the chicken was ready and Zerrin closed her journal entry. She had a little time to prepare the dining table before her Master came home.

****

“Mmm…” Nick sniffed the air as he entered his home. “It smells delicious,
tesoro
.”

Zerrin just finished setting the dining room table when Nick came home. She immediately stopped what she was doing and bowed to him. “At Your will, Master.” She smiled.

“Thank you,
tesoro
.” Nick dropped his messenger bag and pulled his girlfriend close to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a proper kiss after not seeing her all day. Slow, methodical, gentle, and electric. His tongue searched for hers and found it again and again.

He suddenly pulled away from Zerrin and grabbed his messenger bag, heading upstairs. Zerrin turned around and wondered why he would intentionally leave her hanging in the manner than he did. She was hot and bothered and a slight wetness was forming between her thighs. She calmed down and re-focused her attention on dinner. She had spent the better part of two hours preparing the meal. She was going to enjoy it.

It would take her mind off
getting off
.

****

Over dinner, the pair conversed about school and students, sharing overheard gossip and discussing classes. Once dessert was served, Zerrin joined Nick out on the balcony. “What did you want to be when you were a little boy?” she asked.

“A firefighter.” Nick smiled. “I thought they were the coolest cats. I still do. I have some cousins who are firefighters. What about you?”

“A ballerina,” Zerrin said to Nick’s surprise, “I know I’m not built for one, but they were always so dainty and so pretty.”

“You can be whatever you want to be,” Nick reminded, “it’s like what my mother always taught me—a dream deferred is not a dream denied.”

“I know, but I’m content with who I am and who I want to be,” she let out an easy breath, “I still have a ways to go, but I’m on the right path.”

Nick nodded approvingly. Zerrin had grown so much into her submissive role it was as if she had found her lifelong calling. It was remarkable to see the girl who he interviewed a few months prior to the woman standing next to him. Still, he wondered if she would be able to handle total submission to him. “I want to try something different tonight.” He put down his wine glass. “I want to test to see how far you would let me go.”

Zerrin’s curiosity was piqued. “I’m listening, Master.”

“You’re aware of the mummies, right? Ancient Egypt?” He asked.

“Yes, why?”

Nick moved closer to Zerrin and caressed her face. “I would like to make you one.”

“Say what?”