Damn, stop thinking with my cock.
“Um.” I clear my throat. “What do you mean you borrowed? Does that happen often?”
“Exactly what it sounds like, I borrowed a sub from a Dom. Every D/s relationship has their own rules to suit them. Sometimes they try things and it doesn’t work so they agree not to do it again. Sometimes, they just want to experience it once to see what it’s like. I myself, don’t share unless you, the sub, want the encounter.”
That seems fairly logical.
“So at no stage will you just say, ‘Ryan I’m lending you out’?”
“Not unless you tell me you want that. And if you do, then it’s my responsibility to find you a male or female Dominant that best suits your needs. I won’t be careless, and I won’t leave you alone in the care of another Dominant or Dominatrix, I’ll be present too. They’ll be able to play with you and scene with you, but you belong to me. And I take very good care of my possessions.”
“I’m your possession?” I think I best do more in depth research into this lifestyle. I’ve only just touched on it, and with what Stella’s saying, she’s confusing me.
“Yes, Ryan. When you’re in sub mode, I own you. I own every part of you. Your mind can let go and just be free, knowing that I’ll take care of your needs. And your body will learn to abandon the stress that resonates so deep within your soul.”
How can she see straight through me like this? It’s unnerving, yet exhilarating that I don’t have to put on my mask in front of her.
Chapter 13
I hear Lucy pad down the hallway, and see Mason and Stella move away from each other.
Lucy comes and curls herself up on my lap, and I give her a kiss on the forehead. She’s still a little warm to touch, but not too bad.
“How are you feeling?” Stella asks as she stands and goes to her medical bag.
“I’m okay, thank you,” Lucy says as she lets out a yawn.
“I’m just going to check your temperature.”
“Okay.”
Lucy sits still on my lap as Stella brings the digital thermometer to her forehead.
“She’s got a slight fever, but I’d let her body fight it. You hungry, Lucy Lui?” Stella asks.
“She’s one of my favorite actresses,” she squeals.
“She’s one of mine, too. I loved her in Charlie’s Angels.”
“Me too!” Lucy almost shouts.
“So, are you hungry?” Stella asks again.
“I am, but I want soup and dad sucks at making that. It’s always so…” Lucy pokes her tongue out indicating that my soup tastes disgusting. She’s not wrong of course, it does. I chuckle to myself and shake my head.
“Well, I’m really good at making soup. I’m sort of known as the soup queen back at home. I make the best tomato soup, ever.” Stella takes Lucy’s hand and leads her toward the kitchen.
“That’s my favorite one, but dad makes it with no taste. I like it tasty so I can dunk my grilled cheese in it.”
“Lucy, I think you and I are definitely going to be awesome friends. You wanna know my little secret?”
“Dad said I’m never allowed to have secrets and I have to tell him if anyone says I have to keep one,” I hear Lucy tell Stella.
Stella’s eyes snap up to find mine and I look away from her, not wanting her to see the black I’m hiding.
“Well, your dad’s very right. No one should have secrets from the ones we love, especially beautiful ten year old girls from their mom and dad.”
“You mean me, right?”
“Of course, unless Uncle Mason’s a ten year old girl.”
“I’ve not been a ten year old girl for lots of years,” Mason shouts out to the two lovely women in my life.
“You really are a dork, Uncle Mason.”
“C’mon Lucy, I’ll teach you how to make my tomato soup and you can make it for yourself and your dad so you don’t have to eat his yuck soup.”
I hear the glorious sound of the two beautiful creatures giggling from the kitchen.
Mason gets up and goes toward the back of the house.
I sit in my arm chair and watch them work in the kitchen together, just letting my mind fast forward and accept a happy future.
“Ry,” Mason calls from the down the back of the house.
I get up and go looking for him. He’s in the guest room he’s been in when he’s here and not at Stella’s.
“Hey,” I say from the bedroom door.
“Hey, I want to let you know that I’ll be staying at Stella’s again tonight and I’m leaving really early tomorrow. The studio’s scheduled a 6am flight back to Sydney.”
“Okay.” I avert my eyes and turn my head.
“Don’t do that, Ry. Don’t look away, it’s me, man. We’ve been best friends for how long now?” Mason takes a couple of steps closer to me.
“Yeah I know, a long time.” I just don’t want you to go.
“Then what’s wrong?”
How do I tell him that I was hoping he’d stay so we could try to find a way for us.
“Look, I think you need to let Stella help you. She’s done so much for me, and I believe she can do the same for you. I saw that look in your eye the other night, I saw the hate that drove you to destroy your room. And when you were in my arms, I felt the hurt just pulsating through you.” He stands in front of me, and brings his hands up to cup my jaw. “We’ll always be in each other’s lives, no matter what happens in the bedroom.” He leans in and gives me a soft kiss.
“I know,” I whisper as I find comfort from his lips.
“If I get another break from filming, I’ll fly back and we can pick up exactly where we left off.”
“I’d like that.”
“But you need to let Stella help you.”
“I will.”
“I think you two would make a perfect couple,” he huffs as he brings me in for an embrace.
“I don’t know who I am, Mason. I don’t know what I want.” I feel Mason’s tongue lightly lick my neck quickly followed by his lips kissing the same area.
“I know, and that’s why you need to let go. Let her lead you, she can be your pillar of strength.”
“Alright,” I say as I press a kiss into his neck.
“I want you to be healthy. Not just here.” He puts his hand on my torso, “but also here,” he says as he taps my head.
“I’m trying, Mase. Really I’m trying.”
“I know you are, and I can see it. It takes someone with a lot of courage to attempt to make heads or tails of what the three of us will embark on.” Mason gives me another kiss.
“God, I’m going to miss you,” I say as I savor his lips.
“C’mon, let’s go find what our Master is doing.”
We leave the room and we both walk out to a luscious and enticing aroma coming from my kitchen.
Stella may just be right, the fragrance from whatever spices they’ve used for the soup quite literally assault us the moment we open the bedroom door.
“She’s a fucking awesome cook, too,” Mason whispers as we’re about to enter the kitchen.
“Are you two hungry?” Lucy asks as Mason and I sit at the kitchen table.
“I’m starved,” I say as I rub my stomach.
“Me too,” Mason adds.
“Can you set the table, Lucy? Remember washing hands first,” Stella gently asks Lucy.
“Yep,” Lucy pops the P. “Daddy, Stella said that she needs a friend to go see a movie with her. I told her you should go, but then she told me it was the new movie with Channing Tatum, and he’s so cute. So can I go?”
“Are you asking me to go to the movies with Stella to see Charlie Tatum?”
“Dad, it’s Channing Tatum not Charlie Tatum. And yes, can I go?” She giggles.
“Well firstly you’re sick, so no. And secondly, why can’t the three of us go together?”
Stella turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. Damn, her eyes. I have to remember not
to look at them, because with every intense hard stare she gives me, I know she cuts deeper into my soul.
“You wanna come and watch a Channing Tatum movie with us?” Lucy asks.
“I want to be where my beautiful daughter is, and where Stella is, too. So if that means having to sit through a movie with what’s his name in it, then sure, I do.”
“The movie comes out just before I next come over, so in just under two weeks. Can you buy tickets to it, Dad?”
Um what? Buy tickets to it? From now?
I look to Stella and I’m sure she can see the confusion etched deeply on my face.
“I’ll get the tickets closer to the date and I’ll make sure I get us good seats.”
“Thanks, Stella.” Lucy embraces her and Stella momentarily stills by Lucy’s reaction. But her face softens and she returns the hug, with just as much vigor and affection.
Look away, Ryan. You’re simply her sub and she’s only your Master.
Stella and Lucy bring us bowls with tomato soup and in the middle of the table is a stack of grilled cheese.
We all sit down and Lucy takes her first spoonful of soup, I look over to her and can tell she likes it.
“Stella, that’s just yum.” Lucy brings the spoon to her mouth and has some more. “It’s even better than Mom’s, just don’t tell her I said that,” she says as she looks at me. Mason and I chuckle because we’ve both been on the receiving end of Joanna’s food. It’s not bad, but it’s definitely not great either.
“Once we’re done, we have to take some photos to prove to your friends at school that I really am your uncle.”
“You know I just call you Uncle Mason, and you’re not really daddy’s brother?” Lucy says quite seriously.
“Yeah, we all know that, Lucy,” Mason says as he continues eating.
“Just checking.”
Stella, Mason and I laugh at what Lucy said. She’s quite a character.
When our meals are finished, the ladies, Stella and Lucy, go into the family room as Mason and I clean the kitchen.
“You know, she’s really good with Lucy.” Mason moves his chin to indicate Stella.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
“Ry, she’s really good with Lucy.”
I simply nod as I watch them interact as they watch TV.
They talk cheerily and Lucy even cuddles into Stella’s side.
She’s just my Master, not my wife or my lover.
“Don’t be a dumb ass, man,” Mason says as he whips me with the tea towel.
“Look, she’s just our Master.”
“Whatever, just don’t be a dick.”
I gaze over at Stella whose vivid green orbs burn into my own eyes.
The exchange is so small yet so intense and personal.
“C’mon you two. Lucy and I decided we want to play Monopoly.”
Lucy’s already headed for the closet that houses the board games.
“Lucy’s here so I’m going to be careful.” Mason leans in and kisses me softly as Lucy’s getting the game.
“God, yes,” I mumble against Mason’s lips.
“Just because I can,” he mutters as he gives me a little squeeze on the ass.
“Can I set up please?” Lucy enters just as Mason moves away. She didn’t see that, and I’m grateful because after the divorce she doesn’t need to be confused. I’m not ready to explain any of it to Lucy, until I can get my head around it first.
The rest of our Saturday is spent playing board games and watching movies on cable.
“Daddy, I think I’m going for a shower then bed,” Lucy says as she stands up.
I look at the time, and it’s nearing 8.30pm.
“Okay, Lani. I’ll come and tuck you in when you’re ready.”
“Bye Uncle Mason. Thank you for taking all those pictures. The girls at school are going to go crazy when they see them.”
“I’ll make you a deal. Next time I’m in, I’ll come with your dad to pick you up from school. I can’t tell you when, because I don’t know myself. Then the girls will really go crazy with both of us there.”
“Eeeew, Uncle Mason. That’s just gross.”
Stella chuckles but looks away to hide her smirk.
“Thank you for showing me how to make tomato soup, Stella. It was so yummy.”
“You’re more than welcome, maybe next time I’ll show you how to make the best spaghetti sauce ever.”
Lucy throws her arms around Stella’s neck and kisses her on the cheek.
“Pinkie promise?” Lucy says holding her pinkie out.
“They’re the only promises I make,” Stella replies linking their fingers together.
Lani then goes to Mason and gives him the same kiss and cuddle she gave Stella.
“Good night everyone,” Lucy says as she heads to the bathroom.
We hear the shower start and Stella stands up.
“We’ve got to go, too. Mason’s got an incredibly early flight.”
Mason stands next to her, and I get up to see them off.
“Ryan, make sure you’re not late on Tuesday night. 7pm, and not a moment after.”
She gets her handbag and Mason takes her medical bag. I open the front door waiting for them to leave.
Mason leans in first to kiss me and when his tongue traces my lips, my cock awakens and stirs. Mason’s hand goes to the back of my neck as he holds me to his mouth. Desire floats through my body and I moan into his mouth as he laps at my lips. He lingers for a moment as I feel Stella step up to us.
Mason and I widen our stance to include Stella. I feel her go up on her toes, as Mason and I lower our heads to meet her mouth. I kiss her as Mason tenderly trickles his lips down to the hollow of her neck.
She pulls away from me, and lifts his head to be close to mine.
With a hand to the back of Mason’s head, she leads him in to kiss her, and with her other hand to the back of my head, she encourages me to do the same.
Closing my eyes I just, feel.
Three mouths are teasing, licking, feasting and kissing as we worship each other. Drawn like magnets we unite as one. Combined we’re all lost in the euphoric and heavenly stolen moments.
Stella pulls away first and my eyes half open. Her own eyes lids dreamily uncover her piercing orbs as a lust gaze is adorned to both Mason and myself.
I want this.
I need this.
Stella wants this, too.
Chapter 14
On Monday morning I drop Lani off at school and head off to work.
Other than Amanda giving me annoying subtle flickers of her eye lashes and irritating giggles as I walked past, Monday was quite redundant and hum drum.
Monday night was a little more interesting. When I got home from work, after a shower and dinner, I did some research on BDSM.
I had no idea where to start, so I simply put BDSM in the search engine and was lead to some very colorful photos and even more disturbing websites. After hours of clicking onto sites that will stay with me for a lifetime, I clicked on one that required me to sign up and to verify my age.
When I entered my details, I was relieved to find, that what I was looking for was met by fetlife. The website was interesting and intriguing and held an array of information. Doms describing their roles for a sub, and subs outlining how they feel toward their Dom’s. There were photos, videos and even poems. Some were of interest to me and some, not so much.
The common theme I saw as I scrolled down the endless page, was trust and arousal. For a lot of people on this particular site, I noticed that both those things meshed together, and where trust was given arousal soon followed.
Reading every scrap of information I could on the lifestyle from this site was a huge eye opener. I never knew the huge scale that falls under the BDSM banner.
Everything from mild and tame, which I’ve learned is called vanilla with add ons, to full Master/slave roles. I also realized that being in a very intense Master/slave environment must be quite
overwhelming; however after friending and talking to some slaves I found there’s always downtime.
They’ve assured me that even the most assiduous relationships all have periods where they can freely speak and discuss the events that have taken place.
As I’m exploring the lifestyle and reading about hard limits and soft limits my phone vibrates with a text message.
Immediately my face breaks out in a grin when I see that my Master’s name is on the screen.
My blood pumps a little faster through my veins with excitement and anticipation of seeing what my Master’s said.
I’ll have dinner ready by 7pm. ~ S
With the small directive written, my body comes alive. My palms start to sweat and my heart begins to fucking flutter. Like a damn horny teenager, my body instantly reacts to my Master and her words.
“Does my toy like being whipped?” I close my eyes with the thought of me being bound to the cross as Master wields the fine leather of a flogger around my cock. Yes, that feels so good.
“I’m going to try my new short tailed on you tonight, but I want you restrained over the bench.”
“Yes please, Master,” I answer but the moment I open my mouth Master lets two licks of the whip come down hard over my cock. It fucking hurts, but the pleasure that follows is out of this world.
Beep beep.
My phone buzzes again and it snaps me out of the short fantasy of being under Stella’s control. I didn’t even realize that I’d been stroking and rubbing my cock as I was in my little daydream of what I hope my experience of the lifestyle will be.
Don’t be late because it won’t do you any good to keep your Master waiting. ~ S
Damn.
I reread the message and it makes my already rigid cock, stiffens up further. Cum is starting to bead at my slit, and all I need to do is grasp my shaft and find a relaxing rhythm with my long caressing touch.
My breathing’s short and rapid as I begin to pant.
Fuck.
I can’t do this without Master’s approval.
Quickly I type out a message and hope that she allows me the relief.
May I spurt my cum into my hand please, Master? ~ R
I don’t have to wait for long for a reply.
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