S & M III -Vol I

by Vera Roberts

  Their sex life was never dull and boring. Caprina was a fan of threesomes and Elliott was a willing participant. Any woman who was willing to share her man’s dick with another female was alright by him. And he had his pick of the litter from many celebrites. It was a free fuck-for-all.

  Still, Elliott felt guilty. He never should’ve have betrayed his best friend the way he did. And he certainly wasn’t planning on being with Caprina as a consolation prize. Though Scott chalked up their past affair as a sexual experimentation, Elliott felt otherwise. He was in love with Scott and wanted to be with him. He tried to convince himself he wasn’t gay. It wasn’t how he was raised and homosexuality was completely unnatural.

  Over the years, Elliott had secret rendezvous with many gay men he had met through various websites. It took him a few years but he was finally convinced he was bisexual and embraced that fact. It was a matter of time before he would be completely homosexual.

  When Caprina proposed the idea of a threesome, Elliott jumped at the chance. It would be his chance to be with Scott and he started devising ways to taste Scott’s cock again. But when Scott firmly told him he wasn’t interested and Caprina wanted Elliott to herself, Elliott’s plans were shot to hell.

  The morning of the wedding, Caprina came to Elliott and told him how unhappy she had been in the relationship and how cruel Scott was towards her, denying her sex and making her parade around their friends wearing a collar and a leash. Elliott was livid and told Caprina to leave Scott as soon as possible before it got any worse. They were already on a plane to San Tropez when news about the canceled wedding made headlines around the world.

  Looking back at the past events, Elliott was convinced Caprina made up that bullshit story about her being mistreated by Scott. He was also convinced she was the sole instigator in any BDSM play the pair had. Caprina quickly changed her tune when she knew she had Elliott but he surprised her. He wasn’t anyone’s bitch and he damn sure didn’t belong to Caprina, despite her thinking that he did. The only issue Elliott did have was Caprina’s little S&M fetish. She liked that tying up and role-playing shit. He went along with it but the moment she wanted to spank Elliott and have him wear some gay-ass collar, he put his foot down. That shit was for the freaks in San Francisco and Palm Springs.

  The ringing doorbell snapped Elliott out of his thoughts. He hurried to open it and saw an Asian twink standing behind the door. “Elli?” The young man asked.

  “Yes, come in,” Elliott looked outside the door to see if anyone followed the young man. “Hurry up and go to the bedroom. Undress quickly.”

  “Okay, you know the price is $300, right?” The young man asked.

  “Yes, yes, $300. Now get undressed. I’m not paying to listen to you talk.”

  ****

  “We have a lesson today on being Dominant,” Sanora began, “it’s not just about whips, chains, and gimps like the media has portrayed. And it’s most certainly not the bullshit Caprina pulled on you, neither. It’s about respect. It’s about love. It’s about trust. Your submissive has to trust you with their life in your hands. Your submissive will have to trust you know what you’re doing. One small misstep and it will be a world of hurt for you both.”

  Scott nodded as he soaked up the information. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “As you’ve read, you understand what BDSM is, correct?” Sanora asked.

  “BDSM – Bondage, Dominance/Discipline, Submission/Sadist, and Masochism.” Scott replied.

  “Very, very good,” Sanora smiled. Her training was working like a charm on Scott. “Did you have any questions?”

  Scott had plenty of questions. There was so much he had learned. Everything was so different from what he had experienced with Caprina. BDSM was about respect. There was nothing Caprina did that was remotely respectful.

  He stayed up all night to read the book, well into the early hours. Just when he was about to go to sleep, he had to get ready for his grueling workout session with Dominic. It was something he looked forward to. “Do you expect me to learn everything, Mistress?”

  “I don’t expect you to learn everything now but I do expect you to learn everything eventually. The delicious world of BDSM is constantly evolving. Some rules no longer apply while some firmly do. There are three words you should always remember: safe, sane, consensual. You remember those words and you’ll go far in being a Dom.”

  Safe. Sane. Consensual. Scott would apply those words to just more than BDSM. “What if the woman doesn’t want to participate in the Lifestyle?” Scott asked.

  “Get another one, simple as that.“Sanora replied.

  “What if the woman says no?”

  “No always means no.” Sanora responded. “It’s universal in every language.”

  “Got it.” Scott noted.

  “Good,” Sanora smiled, “we’re also going to go over the safety words. These are words you use whenever you want to play. I’m sure Caprina gave you safety words to use?”

  Scott tried to think of any safety words Caprina gave him. His mind came up blank. “No, she never did.”

  “Not a complete surprise,” Sanora rolled her eyes. “Since she didn’t do her damn job, I’ll do it for her. A safety word is a word that we both decide on when to stop playing because we’ve gone too far or it’s time to stop. It has to be something that doesn’t sound like ‘no’, ‘don’t’, or ‘stop’. It has to be something weird where you need to stop what you’re doing. Since you’re new to being a Dom, we’re going to do something a little different. We’re going to go by the traffic light system: green means go ahead, yellow means the limit is approaching, and red means stop.”

  “Simple enough,” Scott nodded.

  “Any other questions?”

  “None right now.” Scott was still trying to wrap his head around the thought of him being a Dom. He had never dominated anyone. He was too nice to do that to anybody. But Scott had to remember being nice was also another way of saying doormat in some circles.

  “Good. Now it’s time for your second lesson,” Sanora got up and walked over to Scott. “You’re going to spank me.”

  Scott wasn’t sure what to do with the information Sanora just gave him. Wasn’t spanking for children? “Um, sure.”

  “Now you start at the bottom of the curve, never slap at the beginning of the ass or I swear I’ll hear about you on the evening news.” Sanora lifted up her long black dress and bent over in front of Scott. Her ass was smooth, tanned, and looked incredibly soft. “Go ahead. Spank me.”

  Scott hesitated. Spanking a woman meant hitting a woman. It was something he was taught was wrong. “I can’t, Mistress.”

  “Yes, you can,” Sanora waved her ass in front of him, “spank me.”

  Scott violently shook his head. “No, I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. Haven’t you ever spanked a woman’s ass during sex?”

  “No.” It was a fact Scott was no longer proud of.

  Sanora shot up and turned around. “Are you serious?”

  “I never thought it was necessary.” Scott once thought he was a good lover but was starting to question it.

  “Okay, let me ask you did you like it when Caprina spanked you?”

  “Yes. I liked it a lot.” Scott admitted.

  “So why can’t you do the same for me?” Sanora asked. “It’s the same thing.”

  “Alright, I’ll try,” Scott conceded. Sanora turned around, lifted up her gown, and bent over. After a few seconds, Scott lightly tapped her ass with his hand.

  Sanora stood up and turned around. “Okay, what the fuck was that?”

  Scott shrugged.“That’s what you wanted, right?”

  “Um, no.” Sanora beckoned one of the subs to her. “Eduardo, show Scott how to spank me, darling.”

  Eduardo got behind Sanora and slapped her ass hard. Scott watched Sanora’s facial expressions. Her lips pursed in pleasure. She slightly twitched her body as if the slap permeated throughout her whole being. “That’s how you
do it, baby,” she purred, “thank you, Eduardo. Run along now.” The sub left the dining room.

  She turned back to Scott. “Now it’s your turn. Slap my ass,” she ordered.

  Scott felt the heat rise within his body. He couldn’t explain it. Seeing Sanora’s reaction gave him immense pleasure. He got up, stood behind her and crushed his right hand against her ass. A small yelp escaped Sanora’s lips and she giggled. “Again,” She ordered. He slapped Sanora’s other cheek, leaving a handprint. “Again,” She ordered.

  Scott closed his eyes and thought about all the trouble and drama he experienced in his relationship with Caprina. She had put him through so much bullshit and he wondered why he didn’t get out when the opportunity was there several times over. He thought about his career and how he did all of the work just so Owen could take credit.

  He was frustrated, pissed off, and a fire lit inside him. He reached back and began slapping Sanora’s ass, each slap being harder than the last. He repeated the slaps until Sanora’s cheeks were nice and rosy. “Yellow, Scott,” Sanora loudly said. He abruptly stopped even though he could’ve kept going. Slapping her ass was an incredible turn-on and he was delirious from it.

  Scott sat down in the chair and rested his chin on a hand. He felt reborn. He felt alive. “No,” Scott’s eyes were serious and not a flicker of his old self existed, “it’s Master.”

  Chapter Eight

  It was one thing if a few people hated you. It was another, if the world hated you.

  At first, Caprina relished in the publicity of her failed union with Scott. She granted interviews and sold her story to the highest bidder. A few felt sorry for her. Many, however, revolted against her. Fame Whore! read one internet article. Skank! was a popular commentary amongst her Black fans. Caprina was afraid of what everyone else was saying.

  She did manage to find some work and still did some shoots, though there was no guarantee when the ads would ever run. Caprina had been a part of the modeling industry for a long time and she knew exactly what that meant: never or at least until the whole thing blew over.

  Caprina’s choice for mate fared no better. Elliott promised her no stress and freedom. He was the antithesis of Scott. Scott did whatever Caprina wanted while Elliott whined and argued every move she did. If she attempted to dominate him, he gave her a stern look that suggested otherwise. He quit his job for Caprina. No, that wasn’t correct. He quit his job for Caprina’s lifestyle. He told her he was a high-ranking defense attorney and she later found out he was scraping the bottom of the barrel of public defenders. He barely passed the state bar on his 20th try.

  Leaving Elliott wasn’t an option. She couldn’t anticipate further humiliation and loss of income. Instead, she was going to be with him for just a few more months. She would give him a stipend every month to shut him up and have him stand next to her at the red carpet events. She was already tired of him and it had only been two weeks.

  She entered her townhome and already dreaded seeing him. She used to enjoy a glass of wine weekly. It now became daily. “Elliott, I’m home,” she called out. He didn’t answer. She hoped he went somewhere and wouldn’t come back anytime soon. As she poured a glass of Merlot, she heard a noise coming from her bedroom. “Lazy fuck,” she muttered as she took a sip, “couldn’t even come out to greet me.”

  Caprina walked to her bedroom and opened the door. What she saw before her eyes made her drop her wine glass. It splattered all over the floor. “What the fuck?”

  Elliott and his lover, Tarlok, quickly covered themselves up. Tarlok was a Filipino twink with short black hair and a lithe body. “Excuse me?” Elliott’s voice became effeminate seemingly instantly.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” Caprina screamed.

  “Well, Caprina, this is Tarlok,” Elliott introduced each other, “and Tarlok, this is my ex-girlfriend, Caprina.”

  “Oh you’re damn right I’m your ex-girlfriend!” Caprina snapped.

  “You know I thought I was straight and for a while, I actually believed it.” Elliott smiled. “But no, I’m pretty much gay.”

  Caprina was flabbergasted. “And when were you planning on telling me this?”

  “Eventually,” Elliott admitted as he hurriedly put on clothing. “it wasn’t that big of an issue.”

  “Not that big of an issue? You humiliated me! Do you know how it’s going to look to the press knowing that you left me for another man?”

  Elliott coyly smiled. “Kinda like how it looked to Scott when you left him for another man, perhaps?”

  Caprina slapped Elliott hard across his face. “Get the fuck out now!”

  “On my way, dear.” Elliott grabbed his duffel bag. “Come along, Tarlok. We don’t need to be here anymore.” The pair were on their way out the door when Elliott turned around. “Oh and by the way, you should be receiving a few phone calls any minute now. The tabloids are going to want to hear firsthand how it feels to be dumped.”

  Chapter Nine

  It was like a light had been turned on.

  His eyes were alive and full of heat. His soul was awakened and had desire and hunger. He could read people and situations better. His spirit was refreshed. He inhaled a deep breath and tasted the power within the air. It was something he had never experienced before. The feeling of power was a mere accessory to what Scott cherished the most.

  His freedom. Scott Reed had been reborn.

  Sanora was right, He was naturally dominant. He pushed through the grueling workout by Dominic with a fervor that had never existed. Every night He studied the BDSM bible and woke up to refresh what He had learned. It was powerful. It was serious. It was magical. It was sexy.

  He had a newfound respect for Sanora and Her submissives. He appreciated the lifestyle more. He knew what to expect and what not to. He knew He would apply BDSM to not just bedroom matters but every aspect of His life from that moment on. He drank up all the information and was thirsty for more.

  Scott would never be the same, nor would He want to be.

  “The next lesson you have is how to tie rope,” Sanora stood in the living room. Jay was standing before Her and Aileen was standing before Scott. Sanora gave Scott a nice sturdy rope to use to practice on Aileen. “It’s actually very easy once you get the hang of it. The trick is to not hurt your submissive while you do it. Rope burn hurts like a bitch.”

  Scott remembered the fateful time Caprina tied him up. His wrists hurt for a few days afterward. “So how do I make it where it doesn’t hurt her?”

  “Real simple, check this out,” Sanora spoke to Scott like he was one of Her colleagues, “you take the rope, right? Now double it. Take her wrists and don’t have them together or that’ll really mess her up. Have them at a safe distance. Now you take the rope and go over her wrists and then under. Do a little twist like this and repeat. Keep repeating for a while until you have a little rope left to make a sturdy knot.” Sanora demonstrated on Jay. She tied his wrists within a few seconds.

  Scott practiced on Aileen. It was easier than he thought it would be. It was second-nature to breathing. “Nice,” He spoke to Aileen, “how do you feel?”

  “It feels good, Master.” She softly spoke.

  Hearing the term Master turned Scott on. He loved it. “Good.”

  “When Aileen is bound like that, she is pretty much at your beck and call,” Sanora instructed, “she can’t do anything without removing that rope and honestly, she probably wouldn’t want to, either. With BDSM, please remember the sub is always in control. If they want more, they’ll tell you. If they want you to stop, you better listen. It is never the Dom who runs the show despite the bullshit that CHDW taught you. If a submissive says no, that’s that.”

  Scott learned the term of CHDW the previous night. He smiled when he thought about Caprina. She was a CHDW, alright. That was the nicest thing about her on his mind. “Got it.”

  “Good,” Sanora purred. “We’re going to spend the rest of the day practicing shibari on our submiss
ives. By the time you’re done, you’ll be a rope-tying expert.”

  Over the next several hours, Scott practiced karada and shinju on Aileen. Scott stretched the rope all over Aileen’s body, dividing it over her breasts and under them, down in between her thighs and around her ankles. “Get up and walk,” He instructed her.

  Aileen walked around the living room, from one end and back. “How does it feel?” Scott asked her.

  “It feels good, Master,” Aileen commented.

  “Does it feel tight or uncomfortable?”

  “No, Master,” Aileen shook her head, “I’m very comfortable.”