Her Dom's Secret Past

by Suzy Shearer

  I dropped my gaze and remembered I was supposed to answer him. I said, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Oh heavens!

  Those two words had me glowing—I’d made him happy. I never thought I’d be the sort of woman to get all pleased and fucking excited by making a man who was about to hit me happy. How weird was that!

  He walked behind me and I wondered what he was doing but dared not risk a glance. A few minutes later, he spoke again.

  “Stand up, but keep your hands behind you and walk over to the fuck bench.”

  I had no idea what a fuck bench was, but with a name like that, I was all for it. I figured it was that leather padded bench thingy rather than the big cross or the swing thing. I got to my feet and walked to it. Must have gotten it right because he didn’t say anything at first. He came over to where I was.

  “Now lay face down on the bench.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  All this “Yes, Sir-ing” was having an effect too—maybe that was the idea. His voice sounded was strong, it was masterful, and my knees were weak already. Still, I managed to reach the bench. There was this place where I could put my head comfortably—the rest? Well, I wasn’t sure if comfort was the aim. My hands were on these sort of padded arm pads. John fastened cuffs around my wrists and clipped them to the arm pads. He moved to my legs where they were resting on another set of padded pads and locked them too. I gave a tentative wriggle and found I was completely restrained by the arms and legs.

  “Anabelle, what is your safeword?”

  “Lace, Sir.”

  “You will use it only if you want me to stop. This will be the only time you can freely talk except to say ‘yes, Sir’. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His hands touched my back, my sides, my butt. They caressed my body sensually. It was as if he were making love to my body with his hands. I closed my mind in a kind of delight, enjoying the soft touches. But then I couldn’t hold back the sharp gasp when he hit.

  I hadn’t been expecting it, hadn’t tensed for that first strike. Still, when the second and third swiftly followed, I began moaning softly. Thank goodness he didn’t tell me I couldn’t make noise because all bets would have been off—I couldn’t help it.

  He stopped.

  I heard him moving around and wondered what was coming. I soon learned. A flogger. I’d read about them and now I’d felt one as he struck twice. The tails lashed across my ass. They went across the tops of my legs, and they found the damp places between my legs. My groans were louder now.

  “Answer honestly. Shall I stop using the flogger?”

  Between my moans I managed to gasp, “No, Sir.”

  I’d always loved it when he used his hand to smack me, but this? This took it to a whole new dimension. The pain had me floating a little. I wanted to wrap myself in it as he used the flogger time after time. When he stopped, I missed the pain, missed the way the thongs had lovingly caressed my body.

  John came to the head of the bench and dropped the head padding part down. I saw he was naked, and judging by the size of his erection, as excited as me. He held out his cock and then pushed it into my mouth. I had no choice but to suck it. No hardship for me, because I loved the taste of his dick and what I could do to him. I sucked and slurped on it as he fucked my face, but it surprised me when he didn’t allow me to make him come. Instead, he pulled out and then hit me with the flogger a few more times after raising the head pad.

  After he moved away, I heard a drawer open and then a buzz. He had a long thing with a round head in his hand, and it was plugged into a wall socket. It reminded me of a handheld massager.

  How the hell it happened, I don’t know, but the next thing I knew, I was coming. John held this thing, whatever it was, against my clit, and I bounced off the walls. I actually lost count of how many times I climaxed. But I cried and screamed. That floating sensation got intense as I my eyes roll back in my head. I was riding on this emotional high that was soaring into the stratosphere. Then I slipped into ecstasy overload.

  In fact, I couldn’t remember anything, my mind left the planet. And when I came to I discovered I was in the bed, wrapped tight in John’s big arms. For a moment, I had no idea where I was. I peered around, puzzled, and found his face.

  “Hello, my beautiful, Ana.”

  “I…”

  My face crinkled as I tried to remember, but nothing came, nothing since the climaxes. What the hell had just happened? I thought I may have panicked a little at that point because one of John’s arms held me tighter while his other hand caressed my face.

  “Relax, sweetheart. Everything is fine.”

  “I can’t remember! What happened to me, John?”

  “Hush. Relax and I’ll explain.”

  I searched his eyes. He didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned that I’d lost goodness knew how much time.

  “Often when we play like we just did, the release of good chemicals in your brain will give you a feeling of intense emotional pleasure. It’s called sub-space. Depending on the person, it can be anything from being happy to something extremely intense. You went into a very intense sub-space.”

  “I remember I had this kind of floating sensation as I was climaxing. I just wanted to let myself drift away. The pain, the pain was strangely good. I … I think I started to cry, I didn’t want it to stop.”

  “I know you didn’t, and yes, you did cry. I released you immediately and brought you here. We did talk a little but I doubt you’d remember. I gave you some juice and then let you sleep. How are you now?”

  “Confused.”

  “Anabelle, understand this is perfectly normal.”

  “Normal? I lost time, but it was amazing, John. I swear I could fly.”

  He gave a soft, caring laugh. “I’m sure you thought you could. Apart from being a little confused, do you feel okay?”

  “Yes, hun. I’m fine.”

  “You’re not sad, feel depressed, or have this sense like you’ve kind of crashed?”

  I shook my head. “Hell no! I’m all warm and fuzzy inside—kind of like when you eat chocolate and snuggle up in a blanket.”

  “Great description. Anyway, promise me if you feel different anytime, you’ll let me know.”

  He scared me a little with his concern and I panicked a little, wondering what would happen if I did.

  “Why? What would that mean?”

  John went on to describe how some people kind of crash after experiencing sub-space. He explained it all to me, how he would react to help me through it and I could see how it could easily happen. But for me, at the moment, anyway, I knew I was great.

  “You’ve done this a lot, haven’t you?”

  “Yes. Yes a lot. Back in the UK, although I didn’t have a permanent relationship, I was involved in a few BDSM clubs. I worked my way up, learning everything I could until I was known as a Master. But I discovered I didn’t like a 24/7 role. Since then, I’ve been classed as a Dom.

  “I’ve been on both ends—as a bottom and as a top. Like I told you, it was important for me to know how a person reacts to things.” He snickered. “I was never bottom material, and I’m a natural Dominant.”

  “So you’ve had this sub-space thing, you’ve experienced it.”

  “Often. And even as a Dom, I get off on your sub-space. It excites me and sends me into my own space.”

  “But you didn’t get off, did you?”

  He laughed again. “Do you mean, did I climax? No, but I got such a buzz, such a rush seeing you.”

  “Wow, this is an eye-opener.”

  “My darling, did you enjoy your first real experience in our dungeon?”

  “Enjoy it? Hell, I want to do it again now.”

  He grinned and shook his head. “Not yet. You need to come to terms with what happened.”

  “What? No more sex for a while?”

  “No, I didn’t mean that. I meant I don’t want to rush you into another scene
immediately, especially considering how deep into sub-space you went. Sex is fine for today. We can play in here tomorrow.”

  “Ah, that’s okay then.”

  I’d been running my hands across his chest and now I dropped one lower. He was still partly erect and my hands soon had him fully.

  “What are you up to, Missy?”

  “You said sex was okay, or am I not allowed to because we’re in here?”

  “Our scene is finished, Ana. While we’re doing one, then I’m in charge. Once we’re here relaxing, then it’s like we’re in our bedroom unless I say otherwise.”

  “Good, because I want to make you climax.”

  He roared with laughter this time and captured my mouth. His kiss took me sky-high as I rubbed his cock. His hands were all over my body, and next thing I knew, I was on my back and his hard shaft was embedded deep inside me. Slowly, he moved.

  Long, drawn out thrusts that had me moaning again.

  I thought he’d thrust hard and fast, but this was amazing. It must have been what I needed—gentle, tender. Even this had me gripping his arms hard. I knew an orgasm wasn’t far away and John must have felt the same. He bit on his bottom lip as he slowly pushed in deep, grunted, and then jerked a little. His cum filled me as my own climax swept across. He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, and I was nestled in his arms on top of him.

  “I love you so much, Ana. So much.”

  “I love you too, dearest. You’re my everything.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  John

  If it were at all possible, I was even more in love with Anabelle since she moved in. To go to sleep at night with her beside me and to wake in the morning knowing I could kiss her hello was beyond merely happiness. I thanked my lucky stars each day for finding that old newspaper.

  Most days, I drove her to work and picked her up, except for Thursdays—she found it easier to drive in because she often had no idea what time her meetings would finish.

  The spare room we’d set up for her office worked perfectly. It was actually larger than the one at work and she now tended to work from there more than the work one. She insisted on using at least each Tuesday as her work day and I appreciated her need to have things organized. She bought a large drafting table and a desk and chair. I had to smile to myself—within a few weeks, it was just as chaotic as her office at work. Scraps of fabrics lay here and there, beads, tiny pearls, and buttons—they were scattered all over the room.

  While she was at work one day, I bought some materials and made one wall a vast pin board and then pinned up the fabrics. Couldn’t do much with the beads and buttons, but at least she could see the fabrics easier. When she came home, I showed her what I had done, with my fingers crossed. I hoped she wouldn’t get upset that I moved things.

  “John! Oh wow, this is fabulous. Why didn’t I think of this? Do you think you can do it in my office at work?”

  “For you, of course.”

  She rummaged in the drawer of the desk and pulled out some very long, thin dressmaker’s pins and used them to pin the buttons and pearls against various fabrics.

  “How did you think of this? I mean it’s obvious now I see it. Thank you.”

  She kissed me then and I knew I’d done good. I left her playing with beads and things and made her a coffee while I finished off preparing dinner.

  Now that Tuesdays became her work day, I used it to mow the grass, to tend to the things that needed repair and generally kept out of her hair unless she needed me for anything. I did make sure she ate and had tea or coffee on hand. I’d noticed she tended to get completely absorbed in her work she forgot minor details like eating. Charlie had told me he made sure he kept her supplied in food and drink.

  Still, we both found this day worked well for us—it gave us both a little space and also meant we actually achieved things. My vegetable garden was growing well. I’d repaired the enormous chicken coop and run. Justin had put me in contact with a local chicken farmer and I bought a dozen hens and a fat rooster, and now we had fresh eggs whenever we needed them.

  My mob of kangaroos were becoming that used to seeing me around that they rarely hopped away. I often left carrots, apples, and greens for them to eat. The downside was now they expected something good to eat whenever I was around.

  Justin and I often used the tracks through the bush to run and we finally discovered a wombat hole that was in use. I began leaving apples at the entrance and was delighted when I found them gone the next morning. I caught a glimpse of my lodger a couple of times. He didn’t seem as big as Rolly and Justin thought he, or she, was probably only a youngster.

  Charlie had almost completed his work on the Harley, and mine was all ready for the road. I finally convinced Anabelle to come with us when we took a trip. After her initial hesitation, she discovered she loved riding in the sidecar.

  Life was perfect.

  Time spent in the dungeon only got better and better. Anabelle confessed she’d never enjoyed sex as much as she did now. I loved how she was prepared to experiment. Some things we tried once and after talking it through, Anabelle had said once was enough. She discovered she didn’t like ball-gags or butt plugs, although she enjoyed anal sex. I was happy with that. Most things she liked to indulge in or at least try once.

  She was the perfect submissive, prepared to accept the things I asked of her, knowing she would ultimately derive more pleasure from them, but we always discussed things. Never would I force things on her that I knew she wouldn’t enjoy. A few times I’d asked her about a contract, but she always refused. Her confidence and trust in me was a great honor and I made sure she knew I would never overstep any limits.

  The house finally looked like a home. I couldn’t think of anything that would make my life better except to collar Anabelle and to marry her. Still, I knew I couldn’t rush things any more than I had. I’d only met her in mid-May and it was now only the end of September. But I knew, I knew from the very first moment I set eyes on my wild-haired angel that she was meant for me.

  I’d finally finished my physiotherapy. To be honest, I never thought I’d be back to my old self, but amazingly, I was pretty close. I still had a slight limp if I overdid things but apart from that, I was fine.

  I’d added a few more things to our dungeon and couldn’t wait to try them out. I’d bought some soy candles and wanted to see Anabelle’s reaction to them. I could already imagine her tits covered in wax. The thought of it gave me a hard-on. Because she was so smooth, I’d be able to drip the wax onto her pretty labia. The candles came in a ceramic container with a cute little pourer to make it easier. The label said they would become oil once melted and could be massaged into the body, Great! That would mean more fun.

  It was Thursday and that meant Anabelle had driven herself to work. She’d rung earlier to say she’d be home about six-thirty. Her late appointment had canceled and remade it for tomorrow morning. Perfect!

  She tooted the car horn about six-twenty to say she’d arrived. I went downstairs to intercept her before she came all the way up. Meeting her on the stairs near the dungeon, I took her handbag and dropped it on the floor near the dungeon door.

  “Inside.”

  She appeared surprised. I normally gave her time to sit down for five minutes. But being the good submissive that she was, she walked straight inside and stood waiting. I picked up a crop from the wall.

  I walked around her and breathed in the smell of her. She was dressed in the black outfit she usually wore to the salon.

  “Remove the dress—very slowly.”

  Anabelle reached behind her and pulled down the zip. Then she slid the sleeves from her arms one at a time. Slowly, she let the dress fall to the ground. I was pleased to see she wore a black lacy bra and tiny panties underneath. She had on a pair of black shoes and looked delightful, but that underwear had to go.

  I walked behind her and whispered softly in her ear, “Bra.”

  I watched as it joined the dress at her
feet. Her nipples were already pebbling so I gave them both a love tap from the crop. Then, because I could, I gave them a few more. Anabelle was moaning and swaying slightly as I ordered her to remove her panties. I gave her a few strokes with the crop on her ass, then one or two on her pussy. I loved seeing those red streaks decorating her beautiful curves.

  She went to kneel but I told her to go to the narrow, leather-covered bed I’d had delivered recently. Only wide enough for her to lay on with her legs hanging down, I could reach that glorious cunt easily.

  After quickly fastening her arms, I spread her legs wide and anchored them to the floor bolts with leather straps. I took a minute to admire her lying there naked, her legs spread apart. I could see how her cunt juices glistened in the light and I couldn’t resist a little taste before heading to the drawers where I’d put the candles. I selected a blindfold first—I wanted her senses on high when I did this. Taking off my shirt and shoes, I fixed the blindfold over her eyes and then lit one of the soy candles.

  While I waited for it to melt a little, I played the crop over her nipples, thighs, and pussy until they were glowing. Once the candle had melted enough, I carried over it to where she lay, moaning a little, her mouth slightly open. Holding the candle above her tits, I let the first drop land on a nipple. She gasped.

  A second drip on the other. I saw her tighten her body as a third then a fourth found their mark. I let the next few land on those full globes, the now oily wax running down their lush curves. Her gasp had turned to moaning and I knew she wasn’t going to use her safeword. Thoroughly enjoying myself, I decorated her tits and allowed the oil to ripple on the outer lips of her pussy. I loved the way she tried to squirm away, but the bindings forced her to stay in position.

  My pants were getting damn uncomfortable, my erection getting harder and harder with each drip of waxy oil. I examined Anabelle carefully, knowing how deep she sometimes went into sub-space, but she was still present for the moment. By now I had coated her tits and most of her pussy. Some of the oil had gathered on her nipple while the rest made her body glisten in the light. Putting the candle aside, I worked on her with the crop. She moaned so much, her head flailing from side to side. Time to give her an orgasm. She’d been such a good girl taking her new punishment with only a whimper or three.