Playing Dom

by Sky Corgan

  Her face lit up with approval, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to hide my own excitement at her agreement to the idea. I needed her exposed, to see more of her, to have access to more of her. The thought of her soft body draped over my lap shot a twinge of arousal straight through me. Soon, I would be putting my hands on her, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to control myself.

  “This may take a while, and I don't just want you standing there waiting. Go do my dishes, slave.”

  “What?” I quirked an eyebrow.

  “I didn't stutter,” she said as she stood. “Part of being a submissive is doing domestic chores. I learned that much from being with Chet. Go do my dishes. There aren't many. And it will give you something to do while I'm getting ready.”

  “You're not a very gracious host,” I told her dryly.

  “And you're not a very good slave. Now, to the kitchen with you.” Talia pointed her finger towards the kitchen, sending me on my way.

  I grumbled as I walked to the sink and looked down at the dirty dishes. This was definitely not what I had signed up for. With a sigh, I got to work. The job was done in five minutes, and Talia still hadn't emerged from her bedroom. I decided to return to the living room to wait for her, assuming my parade rest stance again. It was my favorite position to make my own submissives stand in, a good position for observation, yet it was still relaxed enough to be comfortable.

  Five minutes passed, then ten. Good God, how long does it take to put on two skimpy pieces of cheap PVC. I was starting to get cold from standing there naked for so long, especially since one of the vents was above my head. Right when my patience was about to run out, Talia came around the corner, completely dolled up. Hair, makeup, perfume, high heels, everything. All of my agitation melted away when I laid my eyes on her, and a strange desire rolled through me, not just on a physical level. She had taken all that time to get beautiful for me, and I couldn't help but appreciate it.

  “Wow,” I said. “You look amazing.”

  “You were being such a brat about making me change that I thought I would make it worth your wait.” She twirled around, letting my eyes soak in her full gorgeous body.

  “I guess this means you're ready for your spanking.”

  “Yes, slave. Sit on the sofa.”

  I did as I was told, spreading my legs slightly so that she'd fit across them. Already, my tool was hardening again. Soon, it would be touching her. She couldn't avoid it if she was going to be lying on my naked lap.

  Nothing in the world could keep the smirk from my face as she carefully positioned herself over my lap. Talia was light, even with her full weight on me. A low growl escaped my lips as I felt a mixture of soft skin and sticky PVC. I could have done without the PVC, but it wasn't that much of a distraction. Besides, the outfit was sexy as hell, and seeing the light shining from the curve of her ass only made me want to slap it more.

  “You're rather stunning, if you don't mind me saying,” I told her.

  “Thank you,” she replied politely. “Now, get to work. I'll let you know if you're spanking too hard, or if I need you to add more pressure.”

  This was a game I enjoyed. Whether she knew it or not, she had placed me back into the position of dominant. The pressure of the collar around my neck practically disappeared as my mind filled with naughty thoughts. My cock throbbed needily, lightly touching her side. And she didn't shy away at all. She was so fucking perfect.

  “I'd be lying if I said I'm not going to enjoy this,” I told her.

  “Enjoy it all you like. You are supposed to get some enjoyment from it, yes?”

  I didn't respond. I simply drew my hand back, pressing my fingertips together, and gave one of her butt cheeks a firm slap. The sound echoed off the wall, and Talia's body tensed. It had been so long since I'd felt the pleasure of spanking a woman. How I had missed it.

  “Harder,” she requested, and I obeyed, putting more force behind the next strike as I alternated between ass cheeks.

  “Again?” I asked.

  “Just a tad bit harder, and don't stop until I tell you to.”

  “Yes, Domina.” I grinned lecherously as the sound of skin meeting skin rang through the apartment. With each slap, she jerked a bit, but her body quickly relaxed. The PVC stung my palm slightly, and I was honestly surprised that she wanted to be struck so hard. This girl was a lot kinkier than I had imagined.

  I licked my lips as I watched her shiny butt jiggle slightly from each strike. My hand wanted to linger there, to feel her more, to ravage her, and so I took the initiative to add a little rub between spankings, feeling the smoothness of the PVC, which was starting to annoy me more than it aroused me.

  “Lift yourself up for a moment,” I said.

  Talia did as I asked and didn't question it until I grabbed the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down. “What are you doing?” She shot me a look of concern.

  “I want to see your ass growing red, and it will feel better if we do it this way.”

  For a moment, she didn't look too sure, but then she submitted, allowing me to tug her underwear down the rest of the way before relaxing on my lap again. The eroticism of the position was driving me insane. My body was aching for more, but I knew that each trusting step was a gift, and I didn't want to ruin the presentation of it. These moments were meant to be savored, even if they tortured me.

  I licked my lips and drew my hand back again. This time, it met with flesh, and I had to stifle a moan when I saw my hand prints begin to welt up on her skin. It was like a silent claiming, like I was leaving my mark on her, making her mine for as long as the marks stayed. I liked the thought of her being mine.

  Apparently, she was enjoying the spanking just as much as I was. Occasionally, she'd cry out, though there was no sign of pain. Just the sound of her voice making those noises had my cock on overdrive as I pictured her sexy lips parted, calling out in sweet pleasure from my touch.

  My hands grew a bit more aggressive, my fingers kneading into her ass between spankings. I reveled in the feel of her pliable skin beneath my fingertips. Boldly, I let me hands wander, spanking her hips and thighs, and spreading her flesh until I could see her tiny puckered asshole and the edge of her pussy. God how I wanted to stick my fingers inside of her, to drive her to new heights. My whole being was centered on the thought of making her orgasm.

  I decided to press me luck, taking a break from spanking her to rub my fingertip slowly up and down her crack. Her body was surprisingly relaxed, and she didn't seem to object to what I was doing, so I continued, letting my finger dip between the sweet petals of her moist flower. She seemed to be enjoying it. She was already nice and wet and receptive for me.

  I brought my hand up to my lips and wet my index and middle fingers with saliva. Then I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed back and forth, teasing her clit with just the tip of my finger. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I swear I felt her hips buck a little, beckoning me to press inside. I didn't make her wait. My index finger slipped in first, gently probing. Her body felt alive and aroused, softly writhing on my lap. Then I added my middle finger, spreading her out a bit wider. The warmth of her was exquisite, arousing, and oddly soothing. I worked my fingers inside of her slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her with stimulation. After several moments, I pulled them both out to focus on her clit, pressing and massaging until she gasped, and I felt the contractions rolling through her. It was fucking amazing to have her like this, to know I had been able to give her such pleasure.

  She panted across my lap for a few seconds before pulling herself up. My fingers fell away from her, and I brought them to my mouth to lick off her sweet juices. The look she gave me was pure lust, and for a moment, I thought she was going to give in to desire. But then she shook her head as if waking from a dream, and the look was gone.

  “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 Dom
me 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. Touché, sweet one. Touché .

  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.