Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Meet and Greet

“When does Graham’s flight come in?” Sir asked as I handed him his lunch.

4:45. I will head to the airport after I drop off the kids.” I poured our coffees and handed him his mug.

“What are your plans for the night? I will be home late.”

“Nothing set in stone. Probably just grab some dinner and talk. Maybe some light play, but I don’t know what he’s really looking for. You had mentioned that Hannah was okay with some level of play but not for his pleasure, hence the reason for the cage. You also said that Hannah was going to prepare his ass, just in case, as pegging has been a fantasy of his. Not sure we’ll get there tonight though.” I wanted to be honest, I wasn’t sure where the night would go. Graham was going to be caged up, but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to require him to service me. Sir knew that.

“I will leave that up to you, but just so you know cunt, my generosity doesn’t come cheap, both of you have a debt to me to repay. Remember that Graham is here to serve me, even if he is here to visit you. He may be your gift for tonight, but he will be put through his paces tomorrow. Call me when you get to the airport.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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Graham’s thoughts ricocheted between a million versions of This is Real! and Finally. He felt the plane shift as it began to descend. He could barely believe that Hannah had agreed to let him come. The kinky weekend he had always wanted was finally real. He didn’t care about the cage, or any of the other requirements set by her or Sir. Graham was just happy he was going to get to be himself.

Hannah hadn’t really taken his mid-life kinky revelations very well. She didn’t like having their occasional missionary sex with the lights on, much less some of the fantasies he had described. She was trying, and he didn’t want to push, her permitting this was huge. Being allowed to serve anyone was amazing, and he trusted Beth and her Sir to take care of him. He had no plans to waste this chance to experience all that BDSM had to offer. Beth knew all his secret desires, he was hoping, even with the cage, that the weekend would see that list considerably shortened.

Graham had be prepping for the last two weeks. He had been using the butt plug that Hannah had allowed him to buy, just in case Beth wanted to play with a strap on. He had started wearing the cage on and off too, to get used to it. It was comfortable as long as he could control his erection. However, for most of the flight he had been shifting around a lot to try and ease the bulge. As the wheels touched down Graham tried to focus on making it off the plane rather than who awaited him.

It was going to be a great weekend.

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The drive was an odd mixture of stress and excitement. I took the boys down to Grandma’s for the weekend. They were all happy to have some spoiled-kid-time. I left from there to go straight to the airport to meet Graham, with several hours alone in the car to sing loud chick music – and try not to get too deep into my own head about the weekend. I’ll admit – I was probably “a tad” over the speed limit. Okay, maybe more like 2 or 3 “tads.”

Sir had a big case going to trial the next week, so he was planning on being at the office late. He really wanted me to have some time with Graham without worrying about his reaction. We had gone over ground rules and he had even given me a few ideas. I really appreciated it. Graham and I got close over twitter – really close – but I was a worried about how we were going to get along in person. I was worried that the age difference would make things awkward for him, or that during a kink-pause we wouldn’t have anything to talk about. Maybe I didn’t need to worry about that; Graham had so many desires that he couldn’t fulfill with Hannah. While I would never suggest he leave his marriage, I wanted him to be happy. Sir was vague as to the details, but it seemed that Hannah wanted that too. This weekend was going to be a big part of that. I almost missed the airport exit thinking of what was to come.

Excitement overwhelmed my stress as soon as I parked. I called Sir to let him know that the kids were sorted and that I had arrived at the airport. He told me to have a good time and that he would be home around 11 or so. I must have looked like a giddy school girl waiting at the arrivals entrance. I was trying to seem aloof and played on my phone, but I kept looking up. Glancing between the arrivals screen and the walkway.

I spotted him before he saw me. He was looking for me, but also trying to figure out where to go. I just stood and waited, smiling as he approached. It wasn’t like the end of a sappy romance, we didn’t run toward each other in slow motion. There was a nice hug, a quick peck on the cheek, and an instant sexual tension. He only had one bag, so we didn’t have to wait long at the baggage claim. Our walk to the car was filled with small talk about where my kids were and how his children were doing. He opened my door when we got to the car and all I could think was how interesting this weekend would be.

Ramping up to the visit, Graham and I had purposefully not talked about plans. We wanted to play things by ear. He had happily agreed to be Sir’s, and by extension my, “service submissive.” We both knew that Sir and Hannah had had a few more conversations, but neither of us knew what they had discussed or planned. Graham was locked in a chastity cage before he left Canada and a key was sent to his hotel in New York. I was a little upset about it. I had fantasized about giving him a blow job – one of Graham’s often lamented, unfulfilled desires. No, this visit was just about getting to meet a friend and some bonus-pampering for my birthday. After five minutes of laughing and joking in the car, I calmed. I didn’t have to worry about our friendship changing.

On the drive back to the house we came up with a few ideas for dinner, stopping at the grocery to get some fresh vegetables and wine. When we got home he poured me a large glass and immediately started cooking. We talked about his exercise regime and my business growth. We both focused on non-kinky topics as we enjoyed his delicious pasta and a bottle of the wine. But after he had cleared the plates he decided that small talk was over. He knelt down next to my chair.

“I know you aren’t used to being served, but I want to make this weekend as relaxing as possible for you. This is as much about my kinky fantasy as it is your need for a break. Your Sir has given me permission to pamper you; he expects me to. So while it may be hard, I need to you enjoy yourself. I can’t let your Sir down. It will be a challenge, more for you than for me, but I think you can suffer through it”. He rubbed my hands as he spoke. Gently, letting me know he understood it wouldn’t be easy for me while still trying to make me smile and relax. His strength was exactly what I needed.

“I never thought that I would have such difficulty being pampered. I keep thinking of chores I should be doing. What services do you do for Hannah? I need to get into a more dominant mindset.” I felt embarrassed at not being able to come up with anything. I just wanted to talk and enjoy him. But Graham craved a mistress. And he was right, I didn’t want Sir to feel like I had wasted this opportunity or his gift. “Okay, we’ll ease in, I would like a foot massage and a pedicure. Think you can make my toes look pretty?”

“Yes, Mistress. I have had some experience. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the couch and I’ll go grab the polish and some lotion.”

“Sounds lovely, how about a refill on my wine as well.” I shook the glass like Sir would do with his whiskey tumbler when it got low.

“Of course, Mistress.”

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“Your feet look beautiful Mistress. And your skin is so soft.”

“Thank you for saying so. You did a wonderful job. Now that I am quite relaxed I have realized that we both would be much more comfortable with less clothes on.” I waited to see how he would react to my statement. I didn’t want to push. But Sir had encouraged me to push Graham and for me to consider having him preform sex acts while Sir was at his work that first night as he might be more comfortable without Sir there. This would be easy compared to what Sir would put him through. His advice made sense, but I wasn’t even sure if Graham had considered being nude or any type of sex as part of his service.

His smile let me know I needn’t have worried. While he cleaned up the polish and the warm towels I went to change into something a bit sexier. When I came back he had stripped completely. He was kneeling next the couch, his hands resting on his legs in his best, untrained presentation of Gorean pose #1. The exercise regime had done him well. Every trip to gym that he had told me about was visible on his chiseled frame. His grin when he saw me in my lace teddy said he was happy with my wardrobe change as well. I held out my Doxy to him, which he took with a laugh and plugged in. I sat down on the couch and he moved over next to me on the floor.

“Are you eager to help me come Graham?” I was trying to be more dominant, but I still couldn’t call him anything but Graham. I was hoping it was enough to get us both into a good mindset.

“More than you could possibly imagine Mistress.” He handed me the vibrator and brushed the side of my breast. I sank into the couch as the vibrations hit my clit. He moaned as loud as I did while he caressed my breasts.

“Does your cock hurt, is it bulging against the cage? Are you trying to get hard watching me pleasure myself?”
“It hurts more than I thought it would. There’s so much more pressure…”

“I could stop if you want. If you think I should be left unsatisfied.”

“Never, Mistress.”

“Good.” I put of one my newly pedicured feet on his chest as I sat up. I pushed him back until he had to put his hands behind him to lean on. I set the vibrator to one side as I bent toward him. “Can you smell me? Do I smell good?”

“Oh God yes.” I smiled as I straddled him. His cage felt cold on my pussy, but knew it was worse for him. I rubbed against his cage, back and forth, getting it wet with my juices. He moaned as I kissed his neck. He moved a hand to grab my breast.

“Put that back, slave.” His eyes flashed up to mine as I called him ‘slave’, hungry for more. He steadied his hands back on the floor behind him and I began rocking again. I swear I could almost hear his cock straining against the cage as I reached my orgasm. I kept moving against him and kissing his neck and chest. After a few moments I slid back onto the couch. He breath was heavy as he slumped forward, but still on his knees.

“Now, how about you lick my clit clean to say thank you?”

“Gladly, Mistress.” Graham went to work quickly as I laid down across the cushions. I knew Hannah wasn’t really into oral sex and that Graham really enjoyed it. I was happy to help. For not getting much practice, and the sideways presentation I provided, he was quite adept. Lots of licking and sucking turned into several orgasms for me and a lot of lovely frustration for him. With my arm over the side of the couch I was able to massage his balls and scratch the underside of his shaft as it strained against the cage. He had shaved and his smooth skin was sticky from my ride on his cock. We both groaned as my orgasms shook through me and I squeezed his balls. I gave them one last tickle as I sat up and he leaned back.

“You did very well, slave. You have pleased me. Now you will go upstairs and draw me a bubble bath. I will need a glass of wine to accompany me. While I get cleaned up you will clean off the table from dinner and make sure the downstairs is presentable for when Sir gets home. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He got up and went upstairs to start the bath water. I gave my phone a quick check. There was a message from Sir from an hour before.

Hope you are being a good girl. Should be home in a few hours. Love you.

I went upstairs to let Graham know that Sir would be home soon. Graham lovingly helped me out of my nightie and I sank into the bath, sipping my wine. After a good soak I gave my hair a good shake with a towel, put on a t-shirt and panties, and walked back downstairs. Graham was just finishing up loading the dishwasher.

“Come sit with me on the couch.” He followed me into the living room and curled up next to me. I leaned into this chest and he put his arm around my shoulders. “How are you feeling? How was everything tonight?”

“It was great. Honestly. Thank you for letting me be your slave tonight.”

“It was my pleasure, let me assure you. Once I got comfortable being called mistress.”

“I’m sure you would get better at it with practice.”

“Yeah well, tonight was just a warm up. Tomorrow will be much tougher, for both of us.”

“I would hardly call tonight tough. I had a wonderful time with you.”

“I did too.  I just mean that Sir is much more intense. And I know that he and Hannah talked about giving you, and I quote, “the full BDSM experience”. Knowing Sir, you have a hard day coming. No pun intended.”

Graham pulled me closer. “I’m not worried. This is an experience I plan to take full advantage of. My plan is to be in the moment this weekend, with you.”

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Sir arrived home a little after midnight to find Graham and I curled up on the couch asleep. I woke when he picked me up to carry me upstairs. Graham stirred as I was lifted off of him.

“Well cunt, that’s a little more cozy than I was expecting” whispering in my ear. “Good to meet you Graham, Beth has made up the guest room for you. I encourage you to find your way up there and get a good nights’ sleep. Beth and I usually sleep in when the kids stay at my mom’s; tomorrow will be no different. I understand have a regular workout schedule, feel free to exercise in the morning. Beth will serve us both brunch at 11am. Be prompt. I have plans for us tomorrow. Your service will begin after we eat. Good night.”

“Good night Sir, good night Beth.”

I think I mumbled a response as Sir turned up the stairs. Next thing I knew Sir was tucking me into his bed.

“Sleep well cunt. You will need your rest for tomorrow. And I will want a serviced in the morning before you start cooking.”

“Looking forward to it Sir, good night.”

***This piece is a continuation of a post called The Odd Art of Negotiation. These friends will continue their visit, though Saturday will be split into two posts so the length isn’t so overwhelming.***

The Odd Art of Negotiation

“What do you want for your birthday, cunt? You have been a good girl this year and you deserve a nice treat”.

I considered my answer very carefully. I’m not all about asking for a big silly diamond or anything expensive. Instead I had a weirder request. Not a book or a dinner out. No, my birthday wish was something else completely.

“Interesting choice of words, a treat.” I smiled up at him. I’m sure I looked like one of our toddlers asking for another pack of fruit snacks or something, he could see right through me.

“Oh? You already have an idea you little minx. What are you thinking?”

“Remember I told you that Graham had a work conference in New York coming up and we were talking about restaurants and where he should stay?”

“Your twitter boyfriend from Vancouver? Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, he has a few extra vacation days and I was wondering if we could invite him to stop here for a visit so we could finally meet.”

“Meet, or meet and greet?”

“Entirely dependent upon our lovely dom’s permissions. I would just like to meet him in person as I’ve only known him through our twitter talks, but it’s been more than a year now. I don’t know what Hannah would feel comfortable with him doing as far as loaning him out or anything like that.”

“I will take your request under advisement.”

“Thank you Sir.” I expected that to be the end of it. Graham and I had promised to mention it, but neither of us thought our spouses would go for it. We were happy to just be pen pals, but who knew if this opportunity would ever present itself again. What harm was there in asking?

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Graham:

Did you talk to Sir about me coming through Ohio on my way to NYC?

Elizabeth:

Yeah, I thought you were going to talk to Mistress too.

Graham:

Well, Sir beat me to the punch.

Elizabeth:

Oh shit! Sorry. I hope I didn’t get you into trouble. He asked me what I wanted for my birthday. It was too good a window to pass up. I’m surprised he got in touch with her. He seemed pretty noncommittal when I mentioned it.

Graham:

I was practically struck dumb when I came home and she said she had gotten off the phone with him.

Elizabeth:

The phone? He must have gotten into my phone and gotten your number. Was she mad?

Graham:

No, she said she wanted to think about it and have another conversation with Sir to set some parameters, but she seemed to be considering it.

Elizabeth:

Really? You might actually be able to come? Do dinner, have a conversation face to face? Give my keyboard a break?

Graham:

No expectations, we’ll see what she and Sir come up with. Maybe him contacting her was the right way to play it. She can ask him any questions and get all the assurances she needs to be comfortable. I can promise her anything, but I think it means a little more coming from him.

Elizabeth:

I understand that. And I’m sure he will be clear about his requirements and exactly what is expected.

Elizabeth:

I need to go get the kids. I’ll keep you posted.

Graham:

Thanks. Fingers crossed.

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“How much do you love me cunt?” He had that look. A look that could mean I was about to be very very happy, or in an awful lot of trouble. Until I knew which way the hammer was going to fall, I learned to always respond the same way.

“More than my service can possibly show Sir.” He smiled and kissed my forehead.

“That’s what I thought. Happy early birthday.” He handed me a paper with several handwritten notes. “I just got off the phone with Graham’s Mistress. These are the terms we have agreed to. If you and he accept them, then he is welcome to come and be your birthday gift.”

I grinned eagerly and tried to read through the scribbles as quickly as possible.

Agreed Terms:

-Arrive Friday afternoon, leave Sunday late-morning. He will need transport to and from the airport.

-He is a service sub on loan  to me for those dates only. He will follow my orders as his dominant until he leaves our home

-Chastity device will be worn at all times. A key will be forwarded to his hotel in NYC for removal once he gets there. (further clarification to be discusses

-Any penetration = condom, no exceptions

-He is to pamper Beth as she sees fit. Cook, clean, sexual favors, etc. 

“I can’t see anything here that I would object to. Is this it?” I didn’t want to push my luck, but I didn’t want to miss something important.

“There may be some additions made, but that’s the basics. She and I have decided to have a conversation once he gets here and we see how things progress. I wanted to have the opportunity to see how you two interact. Neither of us are worried, don’t get that idea, but I want to assure her of some things before I let you loose with him.” He could see my grin growing as he was talking, I knew he could.

I was so excited. Graham was coming. He knew everything about what I had gone through over the last year with all my kinky stuff. He let me vent through Sir and my fights about protocols all the way down to hilarious quotes the kids said. I talked to him about my feelings almost as much as I talked to Sir. There was something about him that made me comfortable. He was dealing with a lot of the same issues as he and his Mistress were getting settled in their relationship. A few years older and much wiser than me, he always had a positive word and a supportive ear. But he was always on the other side of the country. We had talked about meeting somewhere nearer to him in Canada or Washington state at one point, but the dates never worked. And we were always concerned about our partners. It wasn’t necessarily about a sexual relationship, but I wouldn’t judge them for thinking that. And now he was coming.

He was coming to be my toy for an entire weekend. No expectations my ass.

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This story will continue as I find I am very inspired to write it. Check out other weird inspirations for this week’s Wicked Wednesday.

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

Mars, the Bringer of War

You are pretty argumentative this evening cunt.

Sorry, Sir.

See, even that was snippy, almost rude. I am sorry if you had a bad day, but I won’t tolerate rudeness.

I understand, Sir.

That’s a little better. Now come over here. You will count as you receive your spanking and then apologize for your behavior.

She took three steps toward him, stopped, smiled, and ran the other way.

So you want a battle tonight cunt, is that it? He was off the couch and down the hall in an instant.

She used her moments carefully as she opened the basement door to make him think she went down there to hide and then crouched behind the kitchen island. He appeared in the kitchen a second later and took the bait. He bounded down the basement stairs and she smiled an evil grin that he would slap off her face if he could see it. When he reached the bottom of the stairs she got up and ran for the second floor. It wouldn’t take him long to search the open room of the basement and be back on her heels again.

Cunt!

His voice made her stop on the stairs. He started back up to the kitchen and the sound of his footsteps got her moving again.

Cunt this will not end well for you.

She was really in trouble, but she could hear the smile behind his words that said he was at least having a little fun with this cat and mouse game. When she reached the second floor she considered turning toward the office, but instead decided on the bedroom. Passing the closets she went straight for the bathroom. She climbed in the shower and crouched down. He would have to walk all the way in to see her past the vanity, a glance and he would miss her. He didn’t miss much though.

Cunt, you may have won that little skirmish, but I will win the war.

He was on the stairs. She could tell he was trying to decide her next move. The floor was quiet as she was sure he had gone to the office first. She considered trying to make it the stairs, but then she heard her closet door open. The squeak was unmistakable. He was in their room.

I’m zeroing in on you, cunt. Surrender and I will be merciful. 

She was silent. His shadow appeared through the shower curtain.

Oh my lovely little slut, what a perfect place to hide.

He reached in and turned on the shower. Cold water hit her face and shirt before she could think. The shock made her scream and she tried to move out of the water’s reach.

Oh no. That’s not how a little cunt gets punished properly.

He took the shower head out of the holster and aimed it at her breasts.

Present position, cunt.

She considered defying him, but instead accepted defeat and got on her knees. He kept the water blindingly cold as he soaked her from head to toe. Then he hung the shower head back up and turned the water off. She thought he was going to hand her a towel, but instead he climbed in the shower himself.

Are you cold, cunt?

Yes, Sir.

Good. You know better than to run from me. I always win. Don’t start a war you cannot win. Now, you are starting to shiver, let’s warm you up.

He took a step toward her and she thought he was going to get a towel, or possibly turn the warm water on, but neither happened. She looked up at him just in time for the stream of urine to hit her face.

She couldn’t argue that it wasn’t warm.

Open your mouth, cunt.

She did and the warm, salty liquid filled her mouth quickly. It ran down her chin, breasts, and legs. The front of her body lost it’s chill as he emptied his bladder all over her.

Eventually the stream stopped and he took a step back. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and looked up at him.

Good girl. Now get cleaned up, you’re filthy. 

Yes, Sir.

And that was just for trying to battle with me. You still need a spanking for earlier. Get showered and come back downstairs. You have ten minutes. Your gag and leg cuffs should keep you from running away or talking back this time.

Yes, Sir.

He smiled as he turned to leave the bathroom. She may have lost this battle, but she would continue the tactical war as long as he kept smiling.

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This week’s prompt for Wicked Wednesday was to be inspired by your music. My shuffle button led me to Mars, The Bringer of War by Gustav Holst. I encourage you to find the entire planets series as it is beautiful (Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity is my favorite) and also check out everyone else’s musical inspirations.

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

Lent is Rough

Giving up coffee. It seemed a good idea at the time. I put a lot of creamer in it, and even using the fat free stuff isn’t good for my calorie count. However, after only a week, my caffeine headaches are excruciating and I am constantly falling asleep at my desk. My secretary has no reason to come into my office every hour to bring me another cup, and she’s probably happy to avoid me in my cranky state. As some consolation after a week long business trip, D was back in town and we were going out to dinner. How was I going to make it through the cab ride without drifting off? Maybe he’ll let me order dessert; tiramisu wouldn’t be cheating if I don’t drink it.

D called as I left the office.

“Hey Slut.” He’s so charming sometimes.

“Hi. I assume you made it home okay?” Another headache was starting behind my right eye, but I was determined to keep moving and stay upbeat.

“I swear I forget how much I despise airports between these trips, otherwise I would remember to turn them down. Looking forward to a night with you though. We have a reservation at Crave, I thought it was apt. You will wear something tight, either black or red, surprise me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Just the motivation I needed. Two aspirin and I would be good to go.

“Meet you there at eight. And you are staying at mine tonight. I need more than just a public bathroom romp to help me get passed all those layovers.” His voice was serious, but I could hear the grin.

“Yes, Sir.”

“God, I missed you. See you in a bit.”

“Missed you too, D. See you soon.”

I dropped my purse and keys on the table as I walked into my apartment and ran to my bedroom. I had two hours to shower, slip into something sexy and throw a pair of clean undies into my purse for the morning. Or maybe I would just not wear panties tomorrow, or tonight for that matter. Seemed like a good idea to me, and I’m all about less laundry. That left me plenty of time if I didn’t sit down and my phone didn’t ring. But, with no coffee in my system, not sitting became impossible. Luckily my sexy red dress had matching flats so I could run to a taxi.

“You looked flushed. Wet for me already?” D looked great in a charcoal suit with a red tie. He knew, given the option, that red would beat black in my wardrobe.

“This coffee thing is killing me.” He laughed as we sat down. He was always supportive of health kicks, but I think that was only because they rotated constantly.

Dinner was rushed as we both tried our best to keep each other’s clothes on. Dessert was skipped, so I couldn’t try out my tiramisu plan. Honestly, he had me so worked up by the time I finished my steak that I didn’t care. Caffeine was apparently secondary to horniness.

The cab ride to his place was quick and we were soon in his apartment, shoes and outerwear off before the door was even closed.

“Strip.” He removed his tie and headed down the hall. He returned moments later with the remote for the stereo in one hand, and his toy bag in the other. I kneeled, naked and waiting for further instruction. God, I had missed this.

“Crawl your whore self over here so I can decorate you.” I moved quickly, my speed rewarded by a nod and a smile when I sat back on my knees in from of him. He kept his eyes on me as his hand searched through his bag, pulling out a riding crop and my favorite collar. He opened the collar and raised his eyebrow at me. I shifted closer and leaned my head down so he could secure it around my neck. I flipped my hair back and smiled demurely up at him. He grabbed it and yanked me between his legs.

“I missed my little plaything. Have you been good while I’ve been gone?”

“Yes, Sir. I missed you too.” I was grinning like a school girl that had just been given a pony for her birthday. I leaned back on my heels as he unzipped his pants. I didn’t care if I looked too eager, he had been gone for ten days, a girl can only take so much. I practically ripped his cock out of his boxers and started stroking and licking it with abandon. He leaned back on the couch and grabbed my hair. I was in for a lovely evening.

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 “You like that? Your holes filled by me.” All I could do was moan. “You are such a dirty slut.”

This time I could manage a, “Yes, Sir.” But the moans resumed almost immediately. Encouraged more by his own added moans and grunts. At this point all conversation stopped. Aside from some amazingly juicy thrusts and his thumb pushing further into my ass, sounds were reserved to more moans until, in a wave of quivering orgasms we collapsed on the rug.

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“Ms. Samuels? Ms. Samuels?”
“What? Yes, sorry? Oh, gosh sorry. Was I asleep?” I pulled a post-it note off my face.
“I believe so.” Trish’s smile kept getting bigger.
“Oh no, was I snoring?”
“More like moaning.”
“Oh, God.”
“Yes, like that”. I shot my face up in horror as I saw her smile and turn to leave my office. “I have a Mr. Derek Edwards on line two, when you are ready. Would you like a cup of coffee?”

I only banged my head on the desk twice before answering the phone.

This is an entry for Charlie Powell’s competition on the theme of giving something up. She is accepting entries until April 2nd. Please consider reading the other entries and writing one of your own. 

 

The Audition

“Come in, Rye. Welcome.” I walked in with my head bowed. Quickly removing my coat so he could inspect me. As ordered, I was wearing only the wrist and ankle cuffs and leather collar that were provided. I had left my shoes in my car as well. After handing him my coat I knelt on the floor in the display pose that the company taught me. He smiled as he placed my coat across a chair in the front entryway. He had on brown slacks and a knit sweater that was a gorgeous wedgewood blue. I wasn’t used to seeing Doms in anything but black. My assumption that they just maintained an all black wardrobe didn’t make much sense, even as I thought it. And the blue sweater looked great with his chestnut hair and dark eyes. Black was overrated. He turned and walked down the hall, his hand made a small waving motion that I could only assume was him telling me to follow him.

The staffing agency had prepped me for this interview. I was looking at it as more of an audition. If he selected me, then I would receive training from one of the most respected Dominants in New York City. Six months living and working with him could prepare me for any professional Dom. I was not going to screw up this opportunity.

I crawled after him, staying just behind his left foot. I was trying to take everything in. The hallway was long and there were several doors on either side. A large archway on the right opened into a dining room with a large table and antique looking chairs. Even from the crawling posture I could see the beautiful mahogany wainscoting that ran the length of the hall. The end opened up into a large living room with dark wood and leather furniture. He pointed down as he walked past the center of the room. I stopped at the imaginary spot on the floor and returned to display position. Even with my eyes down I could see the room was dimly lit with candles. There was a table off to one side with several things displayed, but it was out of focus for me. Instead I watched him walk to a large wooden chair with ornate carving and velvet looking cushions. It was regal. I was practically drooling just looking at his furniture; God, I wanted this job.

“Now, just to get a few of the cursory questions out of the way. I have reviewed the medical file that was sent with your application. You don’t have any previous Dominants as references, this was encouraged in the information that was sent to the various agencies. Can you explain why you did not include any?” His voice was somehow stern and soft at the same time.

“My experiences have all been at clubs and private parties, Sir. I haven’t worked with any Dominant or couple for more than a night or two. I didn’t feel comfortable asking any of them to vouch for me with such a limited exchange.” Why was I rambling? I had gone through these answers. The explanations of my inexperience, my hard limits, my inability to eat raw spinach without being sick; I had gone over everything. Just shut up and look and down.

“If you haven’t been in any kind of D/s exchange beyond a few nights in a public club, why do you want to engage with a professional under a contract of several months? I’m not looking for a sub who will get cold feet and walk out after a week. This is a serious commitment for both of us. I maintain a lifelong connection with my submissives and I have never worked with someone so inexperienced. Why should I take you on?”

He made a good point. I hadn’t considered that I would be his most inexperienced candidate. Honestly seemed my only option; I can’t lie with rehearsal, much less on the spot.

“I work better with routine, Sir. I’ve decided that my need to submit is finally strong enough to give it everything it deserves, and I’m not going to dabble with a bunch of Doms to learn how to be a good submissive. I am looking to study to fully immerse myself in pleasing one person. I feel that if I can complete a long-term contract successfully, then I can realistically work with anyone. And, honestly, your reputation precedes you.” Was that too honest?

“What’s my reputation?” He didn’t sound angry, just curious. Ok, I can still save this.

“You are well known as one of the most experienced Dominants in the city. I’m not bratty, but I do need structure and consistency, and you are well known for both. I talked to a few of your previous subs and they assured me that I would benefit from your expertise.” I looked up as I finished my answer. He had great eyes. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t lying.

“I know. Clarissa and Hanna both let me know that you were researching me. In fact, you were the only applicant smart enough to research and reach out to my former subs. That is why I brought you in, even with your limited resume. I was impressed, the agency didn’t tell you to do that. Otherwise all the other applicants would have too. Your tenacity outweighs your inexperience in this case, and I agree that after talking to the references you did provide, that you could benefit from my training. And, possibly more importantly for me, Clarissa and Hanna both believe that I could benefit from the experience of training a novice. A breathe of fresh air could be good for me.” Really?

“I certainly don’t want to be presumptuous Sir, but are you offering me a contract?” I was smiling like a fool, I knew it.

“Once we settle on particulars and sign, you can move into the basement apartment. You have a private entrance, which you may eventually earn a key to. I will have movers help you with your belongings and the rest will be settled in the contract. I will grab a bottle of wine and meet you in the dining room in five minutes. You may relax on protocols for the rest of the evening.”

“Yes, Sir.” I still didn’t stand. I was tingling I was so excited. Breathe, just breathe. I still had to figure out the contract. Only one glass of wine and pay attention.

“And Rye,” He slowed his pace, but continued toward the hall. “I am eager to give you the experience you crave. I think we’ll have a very interesting next few months.”

As soon as the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall I collapsed on the floor. I did it. I passed the test, aced the interview, got the part. I couldn’t believe it. Now I just had to get up and figure out how to walk long enough to make it into a chair in the dining room.

Wicked Wednesday

Room 212

Alice tried to remember who had given her the key. She had flirted with a couple of guys throughout the evening, but she couldn’t pinpoint who had put the key in her jacket pocket. Maybe the gorgeous blonde banker that bought her a drink. Or perhaps the yummy sportscaster who was calmly fondling the redhead on his arm. They were both checking her out, maybe they were inviting her to a night of fun. Either could end well for her, but it would be best if she knew what she was walking into. Alice looked around, but couldn’t see either man through the crowd.

After saying her goodbyes and slipping out of the ballroom she checked the key again. It said room number 212, so it should be on the second floor of the hotel. Alice walked across the entryway toward the elevators her skin was tingling with the excitement of what, or who, was waiting upstairs.

“Alice.” She stopped in her tracks, only to turn and see the blonde striding across the marble floor toward her. What was his name again?

“Peter, I thought you left.” Was he following her up to his room?

“I was just leaving now, actually. The valet is just getting my car.”

So, not his key; the couple then. Looking at Peter in front of her, she wouldn’t turn him down, but was more excited about the prospect of a threesome. She glanced up to see an expectant look on Peter’s face.

“Would you mind if I gave you a call and maybe we could have dinner sometime?” Alice smiled at Peter’s direct request. She loved guys who didn’t play games.

“Of course, here’s my number,” She pulled out one of her business cards and wrote her cell on the back. Peter took it with a sly grin. Alice felt the dirty thought that accompanied that grin, but the valet chose that moment to appear with his car. With a wistful glance, his smirk disappeared and he walked out the sliding glass doors.

Alice turned again to the elevators. Wow, she was having quite a night. A hot couple waiting to play with her upstairs and a guy interested for a future tryst. Maybe she would tell Peter about the couple upstairs on their first date to see how he reacted. She hit the up button and the doors opened immediately. With a deep breath she stepped in and watched the doors close.

She stared at the key in her hand as the elevator rose, as the door opened, and as she walked down the hall. Maybe she should have just turned the key in at the front desk and gone home with Peter. But the thought of what could be kept her moving until she stood in front of the door. Even with the key in the lock she knocked as she turned the knob.

“Come in.” The redhead’s voice was sweet. Alice realized she hadn’t heard her talk when they met downstairs. Her dress was hanging on the back of the desk chair. She wore a silky black nightie and had taken her hair down. She was stunning and Alice had to struggle to take her eyes back to removing the key from the lock and closing the door behind her.

“Samuel, we have a guest. I’ll get her a drink while you finish your shower.” She walked over the bar. “What can I get you Alice?”

Alice answered automatically, “white wine, please”, and shrugged off her coat.

The redhead pulled a bottle out of the wine fridge and a glass from the drawer. “It’s Sophia, by the way. Samuel is terrible at remembering to introduce me. Please, let me take your coat and make yourself comfortable. We are both so happy you decided to join us.”

Alice took the glass and sat on the end of the bed. After a large, unladylike gulp she set the glass on the carpet and started to unzip her dress. Sophia returned with her own drink.

“Let me help you with that.” Sophia set her own glass down and wrapped her arm around Alice’s waist. As she pulled the dress down she began kissing Alice’s neck, shoulder and moved slowly down her back. Alice turned as her dress fell to the floor and met Sophia’s lips. Alice’s body turned to fire as Sophia unhooked her bra and began sucking and pulling on her hardened nipples. She leaned down on the bed to cradle Sophia’s head against her chest and stroked her thigh. They were so overwhelmed with each other that Alice didn’t hear Samuel until he was directly behind them.

“Sophia you are insatiable. You couldn’t wait until I finished my shower? You will pay for starting without me.” Samuel grabbed Sophia’s hair and pulled her off Alice’s breast. Sophia whimpered, but immediately went to her knees in front of him.

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir. I was just so excited about my present.” Sophia looked up at him with lust and adoration in her eyes. Alice watched the couple, completely transfixed. This was hotter than anything she had ever seen.

“Yes, you are sorry. And now I get to play with your toy by myself first. You can watch and pleasure yourself, but you cannot come or join us until I say. Maybe next time you will remember your self-control.” Samuel looked up at Alice with the same hunger he had given the woman kneeling in front of him. Alice scooted back on the bed, somehow even wetter than a few moments before. She heard Sophia pout as Samuel kneeled on the floor and pulled her thighs open and toward the edge of the bed.

“I hate to punish her. But she has to learn. After you come for me I’ll let her play with you some more. But until then, your pleasure will be mine. Thank you for joining us tonight Alice. Hopefully it will be one you will remember.”

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