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Skin Deep

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by Trista Jaszczak


  “This is happening really fast,” she says, nuzzling her cheek into my hand. “But, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like it. It’s new and even though I’m shocked by what you are…I'm excited about it. A lot to be honest with you.”

  “Well, we’ll take that as a good thing but there is still a lot for you to learn. We still have a lot for you to see tonight,” I tell her, reaching for her hand. “Now, if you see anything that scares you, I want you to say so. Remember, nothing will happen in my playroom if you don’t want it to. You can set limits, believe me, I will push you the edge of those limits, but you will have limits set.”

  “What exactly is this…room?”

  I smirk a little and give her hand a squeeze. “Guess I was a bad Dom and left that part out, huh? I have a playroom. It’s a room that has…well, toys, special devices, and a bed. You’ll learn that when we scene, we’ll use that room.”

  “You have toys?” She arches her eyebrows and gives me a funny look.

  “Don’t worry, any used toys are thrown out and I buy brand new ones, the mattress has been replaced in both my bedroom and playroom. Bigger toys, such as my Saint Andrews Cross, have been sanitized.”

  Her mouth drops open as she stares at me. “Saint Andrews Cross? Why does that sound like something awful?”

  I chuckle and push her hair from her eyes. “Princess, I won’t hurt you. Being a submissive isn’t just about pain. It’s submitting your control to me so that I can meet your needs and protect you.”

  She purses her lips and looks to be deep in thought for a moment. She cocks her head to the side and looks up at me with bright blue eyes that make my stomach flip. Finally, she sighs. “That actually doesn’t sound that bad…why are people so quick to judge the lifestyle?”

  “People are almost always quick to judge what they don’t know. It’s just in their nature, baby. They make assumptions without knowing the truth,” I explain. “I’m willing to bet that when I told you I was a Dom, you had a few ideas running around in your head. Am I right?”

  Her cheeks begin to turn pink and she looks down in shame. “Yeah…I was shocked when you told me and a little scared…and a little excited too.” She admits, pushing her hair from her eyes. “You see when you, well when we…River it was incredible. I loved the feeling of you controlling me.” She bites her bottom lip and looks down as her cheeks go from pink to a shade of magenta that I didn’t know existed.

  I take her chin in my hand and raise her face to meet mine. “Don’t ever be ashamed of enjoying sex. You should never be ashamed of that. Besides, it was fucking amazing and I want to do it again…right now to be honest with you, but we have things we need to talk about and do. So before I bend you over that counter and fuck you till you can’t stand, let’s get to my place.”

  “Okay,” she smiles.

  “Never say, “okay,” princess. I need solid yes or no answers. I need you to be clear and concise with me. I hate the word “okay” and I don’t want you using it.” I tell her.

  “Yes,” she says finally.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She replies softly.

  “That’s my good girl,” I smile. “Have you thought about a safeword? Make it a word that you’ll never forget, but at the same time a word that won’t be mistaken while in the heat of the moment.”

  “I came up with…watermelons.” She tells me, “I was having trouble picking a word, they all seemed to be food words.”

  “That’s perfect, it’s not something that would typically be used in the bedroom. Remember, your safeword is your word and it’s for you to use how and when you see fit. It doesn’t matter what the situation, you can use that word.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Now, let’s get you to my house before I fuck you on that counter again.”

  She nods, reaching for her purse on the counter, as she pulls her hand away from mine to dig into the depths of her purse for the shop keys. I can tell that she is a mix of emotions right now, nervous, excited, and still a little shocked. It’s something both new and thrilling for her, but, there’s fear of the unknown. She is very willing to learn and while she may not see it, she's learning quickly. I have a good feeling about things, but first things first, I need to show her what she’s in for. I lead her to the front door where I flip off the light for her, including the neon as we both step outside and she locks the door behind us.

  “Where do you live?” She asks, looking over at me as she reaches for my hand.

  “Not too far from you, to be honest, maybe five minutes from your condo,” I tell her as I open my truck door for her.

  She climbs inside and looks down at me, smirking slightly. The street lights catch her eyes in the just the right way to make them sparkle. “Well, you better get me to your house so you can teach me a thing or two.”

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that, right?” I bring a hand to her cheek. “Really, you are exquisite. You deserve to be shown off. You’re the kind of woman that a man should be proud to have.”

  Even in the dark I can tell that her cheeks are filling up with color again. “That is probably the best compliment I've ever had in my life.”

  “A man is a fucking fool if he doesn't compliment you like that.”

  She smiles again as she leans towards me, her face nearing mine as she brings her hands shakily to my face. She nuzzles her nose to mine and I take a deep breath, breathing her in as her lips graze mine. She fits her lips fully to mine, playfully parting my lips with her tongue. If things keep up like this, we’ll never get out of the fucking parking lot. She pulls away, taking a deep breath and smiles. “So, you’re bringing me to your house?”

  “Keep that up and we may not make it there, princess. Daddy likes when you’re a tease.” I smile, shutting her door as I walk to the driver side to join her.

  “I know I asked but, this will be like a normal relationship, right?”

  I glance at her as I put my seatbelt on and start my truck.

  “I mean, do we get to go on dates?”

  “Do you really think I wouldn’t take you out? Of course, we’ll get to go on dates, baby. Like I said before, just think of me as a bossy boyfriend.”

  “And that makes me your girlfriend…” Her voice trails off softly as she makes it a point to look over at me.

  “That you are. My exquisite girlfriend and even though this is the fastest I have ever given someone that title, I think it'll be worth it.” I say, pulling out of the parking lot. “You're willing to learn and I see a great deal of potential in you. I think you'll be an incredible sub.”

  “That’s what I am? I mean, I’m your girlfriend, but I’m your sub.”

  I nod, turning on the radio on low so that I can still hear her. “Yes, you’re my sub.”

  “How many subs have you had?” She gasps slightly, her eyes growing large as she looks away biting her lip. “I am so sorry, I shouldn’t ask that.”

  I reach for her hand. “As my sub you have every right to know. You are allowed to ask for any piece of information that you see fit.”

  She smiles and releases a breath. “How many have you had?”

  “Well, I’m twenty-eight. I’ve been a Dom since I was about eighteen. I’ve had five. My first sub was just that, my first sub. I was learning, she was a few years older and an experienced sub, but because I was learning she wanted to be with another, more experienced Dom. My second sub was younger, still kind of learning and very mouthy. Even as a new Dom I couldn’t stand that. She broke our bond by doing scenes with another Dom behind my back. My third was a sub who told me that she currently didn’t have a Dom and was not collared. I later found out that was untrue. My fourth was simply one where we didn’t click. We had zero connection and she didn’t trust me. My fifth was a switch, meaning she could be a sub or a Dom and when she tried to dominate me, I didn’t appreciate it. So, that was that.” I tell her. “I'm monogamous and I expect the same from you, Lola.”

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sp; “Yes, Daddy, you have my word.”

  “Good girl,” I say, reaching over to pet her hair. “There’s a very strong bond and trust in a Dom/sub relationship. I expect you to be honest with me and I'll be honest with you. I expect you to listen to me and do as you’re told.”

  “Or I could be punished.” She says very softly.

  “Yes. Now, the punishment depends on the level of misbehaving and since you are being trained, to begin with you’ll receive warnings. If you continue to disobey after my warning, I will punish you.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “You’re already making me very proud, princess. You've been listening to me, I can tell by the way you’re already making sure to look at me while you’re speaking to me and you call me Daddy without thinking.”

  “Do you really think I’ll make a good sub?” She asks.

  “I really do. I have a feeling that you’re more of a baby girl sub and I love that.”

  “What exactly is a baby girl sub?”

  “To me it’s a submissive that craves the protection and gentle care of their Dom. Perfect for a Daddy Dom,” I explain to her. “Now, I’m sure that others could and probably do have different definitions of how they see a baby girl sub, so this is just me.”

  “You mentioned before something about collars? What do you mean?”

  “Exactly how it sounds. As my sub, you are mine. A collar is really special to me. It’s actually a huge deal to me. It means there is a bond, an unspoken trust. It’s like an engagement ring but without the marriage, if you will. It means that you are mine. Now, you won’t wear it all the time, it’ll be for when we’re alone but I will be the one to put it on you and take it off.”

  “Do you go to the pet store and buy a collar?” She makes a funny face and then her jaw drops. “Sorry, that just came out all wrong.”

  I laugh loudly for a moment. “No, princess. I actually know a wonderful lady who is a custom jewelry designer. She's a sub and I know her Master. I’ll have her design one just for you.”

  “Really?” She asks, smiling over at me.

  “Really…well, that is if you accept it. I know this is all still very new for us and we really are jumping into things fast.” I tell her. “I know that we can hardly keep our hands off of each other, but this is a huge deal for both of us. You’ve never been a sub and there’s a lot for me to teach you.”

  “It does sound like there's a lot more to this lifestyle than I ever knew about it. The care and protection. It seems so intimate, profound and passionate.” She says softly letting her hand fall on top of my knee. “It’s beautiful.”

  “It is, princess and I intend to show you just how deep and passionate it can be.”

  “Will there be pain?”

  “There will be some. I will create…a cocktail of pleasure, if you will. A mix of pleasure and pain to stimulate all of your senses. Eventually, I’ll have complete control and will be able to recognize your reactions and will be able to balance things for good amounts of time. I’ll pull you to the edge over and over. After a while, you’ll sort of drift and let it all go.”

  “You have a way of making it sound incredible.”

  “Sounds enticing, doesn’t it, princess?”

  “Mhm, it does.”

  “Well,” I tell her pulling into my driveway, “come inside with me and I will show you the playroom, we can talk about hard and soft limits and a few other things.”

  She gives me a little nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Fucking Jesus, I love hearing that come out of her mouth. I’ll have to exhibit some self-control tonight, that’s for damn sure.

  River’s house is beautiful. Well, beautiful is actually an understatement. It’s far from what I’m used to seeing in Cincinnati. Rather than the two to three level homes that are meticulously smashed together here in the city, his is a single story house that looks like it belongs next to a beach. He climbs out of his truck and comes around to my side, he opens my door and offers me his hand. I smile and take it as I step down from the truck, but I can’t take my eyes off his house. As we walk closer, I can see that it’s a lot bigger than I thought and is all white with a huge porch that’s adorned with huge potted plants and a wooden porch swing.

  “River, this is beautiful,” I say as he begins leading me up the steps to the front door.

  “Thank you, I’ve put a lot of work into it.”

  “It shows,” I smile as he unlocks his front door, reaching inside to turn on a light.

  “Ladies first, baby.” He smiles.

  I step inside to see there is hardwood flooring throughout his entire house. His living room is a warm shade of mint that is both relaxing and happy. To be a single man, the décor is much different than I ever imagined. It reminds me of a style from the pages of Southern Living.

  “Before we go into the playroom, why don’t we talk about hard and soft limits? Can I get you something to eat or drink before we start?”

  “I'm all right, I had that late dinner,” I remind him.

  He smiles, reaches for my hands, and leads me over to his couch where we both have a seat. “Can you remember what a hard and soft limit is, princess?”

  I take a breath and think for a moment, we just covered this, and I know that I know this one. I’m nervous and my brain is foggy as I close my eyes a moment and try to recall what he’s told me about hard and soft limits. I let out another breath before answering him. “Hard limits are things that I will absolutely not try. Soft limits are things that I am willing to at least try once.”

  He smiles brightly at me. “Excellent baby girl. You remembered what I told you.”

  I feel some part of me swell with pride. I’ve made him happy. I’ve pleased him. And for some reason that makes me happy. “I did remember.”

  “Why don’t we start with hard limits, is there anything that you never want to try?”

  I think back to all the conversations that we’ve had off and on all day today while we were at work. He mentioned so much that it seemed like it’d be too much for me. The first thing I did was start a mental list of activities I'd consider my hard limits. “No fire play. No needles, knives or piercing. Nothing with blood.”

  “Good girl, you were paying attention today. Anything else?”

  “No breath control that seems a little too scary for me. Um…no urination or defecation. I won’t do that to you and I don’t want you to do that to me,” I say making a face.

  “So far we are on the same page, princess. Keep going.”

  “No anal fisting or vaginal fisting. That’s just…no.”

  He lets out a little chuckle. “Anything else?”

  “No genital clamps. I don’t even know what that entails but the minute you mentioned it, it sounded like a huge no for me.”

  “You’re doing great. Now, I can always add to that list if needed. You just let me know. Any others?” He grins as he pushes the hair from my eyes.

  “No, Daddy. At least none that I can think of right now.”

  “You have taken in a lot of information today. You are doing great. Remember, if we need to add to that list, we can. Now, what about soft limits? Anything that you’d be willing to try? And keep in the back of your head that if we do try one of these and you don’t like it, you always have your safeword.”

  I can feel the heat beginning to fill my cheeks. I never thought these words would leave my mouth. “Anal sex. I’ve never done it before, but I’d be willing to try.”

  “Oh princess, I am pretty sure I can handle that.” He tells me leaning into me a bit more. “Now how about things that are completely acceptable?”

  “Well, I love having your cock in my mouth, but I want you to go down on me too.”

  “Tell me that you love having my cock in your mouth again, princess and I’ll tell you to get on your knees right now.”

  I feel fire blazing from my cheeks as I try to collect my thoughts and continue my list. “Vaginal intercourse is always okay. Toys are always we
lcome too. I’ve never had a man use toys on me. I wanted them to, don’t get me wrong, but I think maybe they were a bit intimidated.”

  “Don’t you worry princess, I have a lot of new toys that are just waiting for me to try them on you. Have you thought about how you'd feel about being bound?”

  I nod. “With rope, tape, the leather cuffs or handcuffs. I’m okay with being tied hands in front or back, but the um…the fancy tying you mentioned…” I think for a moment trying to recall the word. I search my brain only to come up empty-handed and disappointed.

  “Shibari.” He smiles.

  I flush. “That. I think I may need to work up to that. It sounds really intense.”

  “It can be, as well as time-consuming. And this may sound repetitive but always know, if you ever grow frightened or you’re past your limit in any way, you use your safeword. I will stop immediately and get you out of any bindings that you may be in.”

  “I trust you.”

  “That means a lot to me to hear you say that.” He says, reaching for my hand. “Would you like to see the playroom now?”

  “Yes, Daddy, I'd like to see it.” I reply. His huge bright smile tells me that I have pleased him again. He gives my hand a firm squeeze as he stands up, urging me to do the same. He leads me from the living room and down a hallway that would be to the right if you’ve just walked in the front door.

  River points to the doors. “One of the bathrooms is on the right, on the left is just a closet.” He tells me, leading me the rest of the way down the hallway until we’re forced to take a left turn. There are two more doors down this hall, too. He smiles, “the bedroom is here,” he says, opening the door to the right, and flicking on the light. At a first glance, it’s an ordinary bedroom. A large, king size bed with black satin bedding. Beautiful white walls with a hand-stenciled black border up at the top. “But, this,” he says turning to the door on the left, “is what you probably want to see.” He opens the door and reaches inside for the light. It flickers on and I am suddenly standing in front of a black room with the only recognizable things being the bed and dressers for me.

 

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