Skin Deep

by Trista Jaszczak

  I traipse downstairs and look around. Surely I can find my way around her house. I round the corner and head into her kitchen. Easy enough. I’m not too pleased when I open her refrigerator and see that it’s nearly bare though. I make a face. I’ll have to get her to the grocery store. She never has time to eat at work. I'm willing to bet she hardly has time to get to the grocery store either. I reach in grabbing the eggs, bacon, and cheese. Some scrambled eggs and bacon seem appropriate right now. If I get lucky, I bet I can find bread for toast and some coffee or tea for her.

  Finding my way around her kitchen is easy. More comfortable than I thought it would be anyway. I’ve managed to whip her up some scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and because it seems like she likes tea more than coffee, a cup of English breakfast tea. I did find some coffee for myself and right about now, as I creep into her bedroom. Upon my re-entry, I see that Lola is still comfortable in bed, I’m glad I made myself this coffee because I need it. I truly want nothing more than to drop this stuff and climb into bed with her. She rolls over, rubbing at her eyes, and releases a sigh.

  “Lola?” I whisper, placing the two mugs on her nightstand.

  She springs out of bed and looks at me confused. “River…you’re still here.” Her cheeks fill with color as she tries to mash down her bed head.

  “Mhm,” I tell her sitting on the edge of the bed, placing her plate in her lap, “I said that we would discuss things today.”

  “You did say that,” she says looking down at the plate. “Is this for me?”

  I nod. “I thought you would be hungry. I made you some tea, the coffee is mine.”

  “Aren’t you hungry?”

  “I ate downstairs,” I smile, passing her a fork.

  She stares at her plate and places a few of her eggs on the piece of toast having a bite. She chews quietly and looks as though she is deep in thought. I don’t blame her, after what I told her last night, but seeing as we can hardly keep our hands off one another it seems likes the best option.

  She takes a deep breath, sets her fork on her plate and reaches for her cup of tea. She holds it in her hands quietly and breathes in deeply taking in the scent of the tea before taking a small sip. “You said we’d have to discuss things.”

  “We do. There’s a lot for you to take in and if we want to have a sexual relationship, then you need to be trained,” I explain to her pushing her hair back.

  She raises her eyebrows. “You’re going to train me…like a dog?”

  I laugh. “Well, kind of. You’ve never been a sub before. There’s a lot for you to learn about the lifestyle. And if you want what I want, then you have to be trained. I don’t do vanilla.” I explain to her. “I’m a lot more traditional about things, so first things first you stay away from Google. There are a lot of practices that you will find that just don’t fit my tastes.”

  She gives me a funny a look as her lips part. I’ve never actually trained a sub before so this will be a learning experience for us both. She purses her lips and finally nods. “No, Google. Got it.”

  I grin and push back more of her hair that has fallen forward again. “Good girl.”

  She gives me that confused look again. Her eyebrows furrow and she turns her head to the side.

  I let out another laugh again. “That’s a part of the lifestyle baby. If you do something I ask, make me proud, or just listen to me, in general, I will praise you. For me, it’s natural and I didn’t think about you being confused about it.”

  “So, when you called me “good girl” last night…” she trails off to think about things. “It was because I listened to you and went to sleep.”

  I nod. “Good girl, see you’ll have the hang of this in no time.”

  “But I get the feeling there’s a whole lot more to this than just that.”

  “There is, but it’s not as scary as it all seems. There will be expectations, things I expect you to do or not do. There will be hard and soft limits in the bedroom since it’s not always going to be like what we did last night.”

  Her cheeks flush again as she has another bite of eggs. “I guess things in the bedroom are normally a lot more…intense?”

  “I will take it slowly with you. I won’t just toss you in there and expect you to be all in. You have my word.” I lift her chin again for her to look at me. “One of my…” I pause to think of the right words to use. “Jobs as being your Dom is to protect you, to make sure that you are safe, and very well cared for. If you don’t want something to happen in the bedroom, then it won’t, simple as that. Soon I’ll have you pick a safeword if we try something and you don’t like it, use your safeword. I will stop immediately.”

  “Why not just say “no” or “stop”?” She questions giving me a funny look.

  “Because those words can have universal meanings with the BDSM lifestyle, they don’t always mean “no” or “stop,” so safewords come in,” I tell her. “The safeword is your choice and yours to use how you see fit.”

  She has a sip of her tea and sets it back on the nightstand. “So, will you tie me up and spank me?” She blurts, her eyes immediately growing wide right after.

  I chuckle again. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind spanking that glorious ass of yours, but I’m not going to do it right now.”

  After she hears that, she calms down enough to have a bite of toast and bacon. “There’s a lot for me to learn. What happens if I do something wrong?”

  “It’ll become second nature before you know it. But if you should do something wrong then I'd give you a warning. If you do it again knowing that you’re disobeying me, I'll punish you.”

  “Punish me?” She looks worried, almost scared, and I start to think that maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned punishment this early on.

  "It's a lot to take in, we'll take this one step at a time." I have a sip of coffee, “Have some eggs, the protein will do you some good.”

  She gives me a little nod as she picks up a fork full of eggs and quietly has a bite. “So, where do we start?”

  “We’ll make a list. I know it sounds silly, but it’s the best way. We’ll list out my expectations for you, we’ll go through hard and soft limits in the bedroom, as well.”

  “What’s a hard limit?”

  “Hard limits are things you refuse to try, soft limits are things you may try.” I push the hair from her eyes. “Just know that if we go through this, if we agree to a Dom/sub relationship, you’re Mine, Lola.”

  Her cheeks flush red as she bites her bottom lip. “So, I’d be yours…like a proposal without the ring…” She shakes her head for a moment, “You know what I mean.”

  “Is this what you want? Do you want to give this a try?”

  She lets out a slow breath. “I am going to guess that you don’t even know how to be norm-...err, vanilla. Even more so, I’d be willing to bet that it would half kill you if you tried to be vanilla.”

  I let out a little laugh and nod. The thought of being vanilla scares me more than anything in life. No, control. No, change. Everything the same. I’d lose my fucking mind.

  “Then I guess you better start…” her voice trails and her cheeks turn a hot shade of pink, “training me.”

  I smile. “Good girl. Do you have a notebook and a pen?”

  “The room just across the hall is my office. It’s on my desk.”

  I lean in and kiss her forehead. “I will be right back, princess.” I poke my head into her office and look around. The desk is across the room, facing the large window. Everything is tucked away neatly in its own little place and the notepad and pen are on her desk as promised. I grab them both and head back into her bedroom where she is finishing up her eggs.

  “I’ll write everything down so you can go back and look at it if you need. If you have any questions, you can ask me, anything, anytime. Your first rule is no Google. We talked about that so if you have questions, you let me know.” I scribble down “no Google” at the top of the page as she nods. As my sub, you be expect
ed to always look your best. Which is why I expect you to always have fresh manicures and pedicures once a week. No chipped nail polish. Nothing tacky. You hair will be done every four to six weeks.” I reach out and run my fingers through it. “Keep it long like this, I like the length. Gives me something to grab.” I wink as I jot down “manicures, pedicures, and hair” for her. “Your makeup is also to be done. Now don’t worry if you have an off day here and there. You can let me know and it’ll be just fine.”

  “So, you want me to always try to look my best?”

  I give her a nod as I scratch a few more notes for her. “Everything will be at my expense. Hair, clothes, nails, make-up. I’ll get you a credit card this week.”

  She shakes her head. “Oh River, I can’t let you do that.”

  “Lola, you’re Mine. As your Dom, it’s my job to care for you. This is a part of caring for you. You will take the credit card and do as I say. Do you understand?”

  She gives me a slow nod as I add a few more things to the list. “You will make sure to eat at least three meals a day. As healthy as you can make them. None of this forgetting to eat. I will make sure your refrigerator is stocked too. I don’t want to see what I saw downstairs again.”

  “Sorry, I really do forget, or I just get too tired to go shopping.”

  “Well, no more. You have to stay healthy. I want you to make sure you’re working out at least five days a week and getting a good night’s sleep too. You can’t stay healthy and function if you’re not eating and resting enough.”

  “A little more sleep won’t be so bad.” She laughs, setting her empty plate on her nightstand.

  “I want you to make sure to call and check in with me often. If you’re leaving work, leaving your house, just getting home, I want you to check in with me. If you ever need me, for anything, you call me.”

  She tugs the blanket up around her and sighs. “Sounds easy enough.”

  “Being my sub means that you are Mine. You will not see or sleep with anyone else.”

  “That…um…goes for you too, right?”

  “Of course, baby. I’m your Dom. Yours and yours only. I won’t see or sleep with anyone. You have my word as your Dom.”

  She smiles and her cheeks turn pink again.

  “As your Dom, you’ll learn to call me a unique name. It could be Sir or Daddy or even Master. I’m very much what you’d call a Daddy Dom, so I’d love to hear you calling me Daddy.”

  She raises her eyebrows. “Sir? Daddy? Do I call you that all the time?”

  “Not all the time. In public, we can be conservative. At work, River is definitely more acceptable than Daddy.” I laugh.

  “Master…” She immediately scrunches her nose and shakes her head.

  “It’s okay, try another one.”

  “Sir…” she swallows and releases a breath. “Daddy…”

  “I like when you call me Daddy, princess,” I tell her, making her cheeks turn a blazing red. I begin writing in the notebook again. “I want to know about every orgasm you have. Which means when you’re alone you need to ask permission. I don’t mind if you have toys, but I want to know when you have play time.”

  She gives me another nod and peeks down at the notebook. “So…this makes you, my…Daddy?”

  I chuckle. “I think the more socially acceptable term is a boyfriend, but yes. I’m your Dom. We’ll go really slowly at first. You can pace yourself.”

  “Yes…Daddy.”

  I smile wide. “Good girl, princess. You’re a natural.”

  “Is this crazy? Do you usually jump into relationships this fast?”

  “Not usually. You know a Dom/sub relationship has a very special bond, there’s a very deep level of trust. For me, it takes a while to work up to that. I have to get to know someone. But,” I pause, reaching for the blanket, tugging it back to admire her bare body, “it seems we can’t keep our hands off of each other and Daddy doesn’t share well. It seems like the logical thing to do.”

  She giggles softly, tugging the blanket from me as goose bumps rise on her arms and her nipples become hard. “I’ve never done anything like this. I have no idea what I'm doing.”

  “That’s why I’m writing it all down. Don’t be afraid to ask questions.” I take a deep breath and cock my head to the side. “Baby, are you on birth control?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Because after a while I’ll want to come in that fucking glorious pussy of yours.”

  Her jaw drops and she lets out a nervous laugh. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  I nod. “From here on out that pussy is Mine and I’ll do what I wish with it.”

  Her eyes grow wide and her mouth pops open as she stares at me as though she cannot believe I just said that. The expression is actually attractive on her. Innocent, shocked, and almost confused.

  “This is a huge deal. Have you been tested? I mean, I have and I just…” Her voice trails off and she lets out a little sigh. “Of course you’ve probably been tested. I’m sorry, this is a lot to take in.”

  “Just relax. Take some deep breaths for me.” I tell her, lifting her chin with my fingers to make her look at me.

  “You can really train me?” She questions, leaning against the headboard of her bed.

  “Of course I can. Your Daddy can do anything, princess,” I wink.

  She lets out a little laugh and blows out a big breath of air. She stares at me for a moment, looking as though she's deep in thought. Finally after a minute of silence she smiles. “Well, we better get started, I have a lot to learn.”

  “That’s my good girl.” I grin, leaning in to press my lips to hers.

  Work has certainly been interesting. Lola has been tense for the better part of the day. Worrying if she is doing things right or wrong, even if I've been telling her to relax. It can be intimidating and I can’t say that I blame her one bit. If I were in her shoes right now, I would probably feel the same way. I’ve told her while I work to make a mental list of things she would do in the bedroom, as well as things that she’d never try and things she’d be up for trying. I’m willing to bet that her tastes may be a lot like my own. I’ve promised that when we finish closing the shop, I will take her to my house, I have a few things to show her. Well, more than a few things to be honest. I’m planning on showing her my playroom, let her get a feel for how things will go when we are in a scene together. I will have her pick a safeword and go through hard and soft limits with me as well.

  I hurry to tie up the last trash bag, head out the back door and toss it in the dumpster when I return she is leaning over the counter in the shop looking over her little notebook. She’s been studying it every chance she’s had today, telling me repeatedly that she wants to do things right.

  “Riv…” She stops and looks up at me, her cheeks fill with color as she nervously pushes some hair behind her ear. “Daddy…”

  I smirk. “River is acceptable, baby. Remember, you don’t have to call me that all of the time. It’s more for when we’re in a scene, when you feel overwhelmed, or you need me to be your Daddy. You know, care for you, and pet you, that sort of thing.”

  She gives me a little nod and looks down at the list again. “Knife play? Breath control? Are these things real?”

  I begin popping a new trash bag in the smaller trash can and give her a little nod. “But, remember, if you don’t want to do those things they become hard limits. Simple as that. Nothing will happen in the playroom if you don’t want it to.”

  “And everything outside of that room is like a normal relationship?” She asks, writing something down.

  “Mhm, just look at me like a really bossy boyfriend who will take care of you twenty-four-seven,” I grin.

  “And what happens if there’s something on your list that I want to try but never have before and I’m not sure if I’ll like it or not?” She asks, not looking up from the notebook. Now I can’t help but to wonder what she wants to try.

  “Then you make that a soft
limit. We try it and if you hate it, we make it a hard limit.”

  She nods and keeps her focus on the notebook as she writes something else down.

  “You know princess, I do like it when you look at me while talking to me,” I tell her in an even tone.

  Her eyes jump to mine and her cheeks immediately flush. “Sorry, I was just writing things down before I forgot.”

  “I just like eye contact when you’re speaking to me.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She tells me softly.

  I smile right away. Seems she’s catching on faster than she thinks. “Good girl,” I praise her.

  “Whenever you’re finished, I’m ready,” she tells me, closing the notebook. “So, what exactly will you be showing me again?”

  “The playroom,” I say, “You’re going to need to see it eventually and I think taking you tonight and showing you is better than just taking you in for a random scene.”

  She gives me a funny little look and purses her lips. “A scene is...what again?”

  I walk up to her with a sly smile and loop my arm around her waist, pulling her body close to mine. “That is when Daddy gets to play with you, princess.”

  She lets out a breath and looks up at me, “So you control everything in the bedroom?”

  “Oh, I do princess. Every single minute. You are mine. Every glorious part of you, every inch of you is mine.” I say, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging. “Every piece of you is mine for the taking.” I give her ass a hard slap, rubbing it slowly after. “Whose are you, princess?”

  Her cheeks blaze with heat, she swallows hard and takes a deep breath. “Yours.”

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “Yours…Daddy.”

  “That’s a good girl.” I tell her, releasing her hair slowly. “You always remember that you are mine. Remember that it’s my job to care for you, protect you, and be there for you.” I place a hand tenderly on her cheek, letting my thumb glide gently over it. “It’s only right to protect my princess.”