Her Dom's Secret Past

by Suzy Shearer

  After parking the car in the garage, we went upstairs to the kitchen. John took off his jacket and threw it over one of the stools while I sat on another.

  “Thank you for today. Did you enjoy walking the runway?”

  “It was a lot of fun. How did you think the day went?”

  “I was very happy with it all. We actually took more bookings than last year and there was a lot more interest. I actually sold one of the models the dress she was wearing. That easily covered our expenses for the day.”

  “So profitable all round.”

  “Very.”

  John opened one of the cupboards and lifted out a small plain-wrapped parcel from the top shelf.

  “I bought this a few weeks back,” he said while unwrapping it. “It arrived the other day and I’ve been keeping it as a surprise just for today.”

  He held up an innocuous-looking gadget about the size of the palm of my hand. One side had a small silicon cover with a hole in it, obviously designed to fit over something. He read from the enclosed brochure and there was a touch of malevolence in his voice.

  “It says here you will enjoy ‘a unique and intense experience with the revolutionary pleasure air technology. The soft silicone head provides light suction to the clitoris with pulsating pleasure waves for a completely mind-blowing orgasm’.” He smirked and raised his eyebrows. “Now doesn’t that sound nice?”

  I wasn’t sure what to say. John turned it on and held the head over his thumb.

  “Mm, nice suction.” He winked. “Let’s go play. Inside and strip.”

  Taking my hand, he led me down to the dungeon and opened the door. He stepped aside to let me enter. I walked inside and immediately removed my clothing and assumed the position—on my knees, hands behind me, and eyes down. I heard John close the door, and then he spoke. I loved the way his voiced changed as soon as he entered the dungeon. He became Mr. Forceful. No one would dare to disobey his orders.

  “Crawl to the cross.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Over I crawled, kneeled, and waited.

  “Face forward.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  John shackled my hands and feet to the frame He moved to the wall where some of his implements for striking hung. As I watched, he stripped off his white shirt and dropped it on the floor. I loved the view—his gorgeous body naked from the waist up, those dark pants hugging his hips and emphasizing the growing bulge. He selected a flogger from the wall and then walked behind me.

  As always, the first strike had me grimacing, but by the third I was in la-la land. It was blissful as each stroke added to my pleasure. Thank goodness he never expected me to count because I always got completely wrapped up in the sensations, in the arousal. After who knew how many strokes, John freed me and ordered me to my knees again.

  He unzipped and held out his cock. I immediately began to suck on it. I loved the way he would take this huge breath as soon as my lips enfolded his dick. He must have been very excited because normally he didn’t let himself come, but tonight he allowed me to suck him off. I wrapped my tongue around, licking the underside as his member slid in and out. He held the back of my head and suddenly pushed in deep with a guttural growl. I almost gagged but managed to drink all his cum as it filled my mouth.

  John pulled his cock from my mouth and breathed heavily for a few moments. I remained on my knees and bowed my head, waiting for my Sir to give me an order.

  “Stand.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He helped me to get onto our swing. Once again, he fastened my arms and legs. Then he selected a crop. He stood in front of me, his pants askew with his penis hanging. My boobs and thighs were given a thorough work-over. I loved that intense pain-pleasure sensation, the way the pain took me to this amazing threshold of pleasure. I knew it meant when John finally let me come, it would be strong. When he stopped, he used the nipple clamps on my already tender nipples.

  Then he held up his new toy.

  Switching it on, he held it against my clit. It felt nice as it seemed to gently caress and suck at my clitoris, almost like when he drew it into his mouth—marvelous.

  Okay, I can easily handle this.

  Then he turned it up a couple of notches.

  Fuck!

  My eyes widened as I stared at him. He had this maniacal cast to his face, a look of sheer evil delight.

  My orgasm began. It erupted across my pussy and continued!

  It was as if I had three, four, five orgasms in a continuous row. I screamed loudly, my head whipping back and forth as I yelled. I had never in my life experienced what had happened, but John wasn’t satisfied. It went up one more notch.

  My already sensitive clit reacted in a way I’d never thought possible. To say I had another orgasm would be grossly understating it. My whole body shook. I wanted to pull away from the toy but at the same time I wanted to press myself against it. My climax seemed never-ending as it took me to places I could never dream of. I shrieked, I howled. Hell, I was wailing as my eyes rolled back in my head, and, for the second time, I passed out.

  When I came to, John kissed the tip of my nose. I was back in the warmth of the bed, John’s arms holding me safe.

  “I think we can safely say that worked. So were the orgasms mind-blowing?” he asked tenderly.

  “I’ve never experienced that.”

  “Excellent. I loved watching you. It was amazing. I almost came when you screamed. Next time we’ll take it up further, there are still four more settings to go.”

  If we hadn’t been in the dungeon, I thought I would have thumped him. I guessed John saw it in my face because he just laughed and kissed me.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t use it every time.”

  Oh, thank goodness for small mercies. I doubted my body could get used to passing out each time I had an orgasm. Besides, I liked the things we did in here and didn’t want to always miss out because my climax had taken me into orbit. Mind you, those orgasms were something to write about.

  When we first started playing in here, I was upset that sometimes John didn’t have a climax, but he told me that merely watching mine and watching me obey him, watching me writhe and scream gave him such a high. It was his own sort of Dom-space and he said an orgasm wasn’t necessary, but I was glad I’d been able to suck him off tonight.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  John

  I still was angry, but there was no way I was going to show my anger to Anabelle.

  I was furious that some dickhead stalked my woman. The guy had no idea who he was up against. I’d eaten pricks like him for breakfast. Without saying anything to Anabelle, I’d do some researching and find out about this idiot. He’d wish he was back in jail by the time I’d finished with him. I wouldn’t hurt him—much, but I would make sure he never came near Anabelle again and that he was back behind bars.

  I’d had a blast on Sunday.

  Who’d have thought modeling could be such fun? When I suggested it, I could tell Anabelle thought I was crazy, but I had wanted to do it. This was my first real chance to see the stuff she made. I’d seen them in the windows and hanging up but never on a woman.

  They were exceptionally beautiful!

  I wandered around and looked at a lot of dresses on Sunday. Yes, I was biased, but I honestly loved the things Anabelle did. There was only one other booth that had dresses close to the perfection of Anabelle’s. No wonder she commanded, and got, the prices she charged. I’d almost flipped out when she told me her average price for a gown was around sixty thousand. She’d even made a couple in the hundreds—for a dress! Unbelievable!

  But by far, the best part of the day was when we got home.

  When I’d seen the advert for the sex gadget, I figured I’d buy it. I thought the hype and the reviews were probably overrated, but judging by Anabelle’s reaction, they were underrated. I loved the way she simply floats away. I always watched her carefully when we played, watched her reactions, her breathing to ensure her safet
y.

  But last night—my God, I couldn’t have wished for a better reaction. Although I would have preferred her not to faint! I’d certainly use the device again, if only to see her face, to hear her screams. Who wouldn’t want their beloved to enjoy their orgasm?

  Anyway, today we were spending it relaxing. Then on Tuesdays, Anabelle usually liked to work in the office here at home before returning back to work on Wednesday. Today I let her sleep in until I cooked breakfast. Then I woke her with a kiss, but not before I stood there watching her sleep. Every moment of the day I thanked whoever it was that watched over me that I’d found her. Every day I fell deeper and deeper in love with her.

  Wednesday, I drove Anabelle to work and then went to the local library to go through their archives and read about Anabelle’s ex and the trial. I wrote down anything that I thought would help me find the prick. He was in for a lesson he’d never forget. It would be hard to trace him without my old resources, but I figured with a little ingenuity I’d soon have all the information I needed.

  On my way back to my car, I passed a jewelry store. In the window, a lovely bracelet took my eyes. It was in yellow gold, very plain, although it had a double band of small channel-set diamonds across the front. Alongside it was a similar bracelet without the diamonds. I went inside and enquired about the diamond one.

  It was hinged and there were forty diamonds in each channel. I picked it up. It wasn’t too heavy, but heavy enough to remind the wearer it was there. I studied at the plain one but much preferred the diamond one.

  “Is it possible to have this engraved?”

  “Most certainly, sir. We have an engraver in house.”

  Perfect!

  I thought for a moment. What to have engraved on it? Finally, I decided.

  “I’ll take this diamond one and I’d like the words ‘Sir’s property’ engraved on the inside.”

  “Certainly. Would you like to select the font and size?”

  The sales assistant gave me a sheet with various fonts and sizes for me to choose from. I selected an italic font and a size that would be easy for her to read. While I waited, I examined the engagement rings, I wanted to get a few ideas. Ten minutes later, the assistant returned and showed me the engraved bracelet. I was very happy as he packed it in a small, white, square box after covering it in tissue paper. He gave me a valuation certificate for my insurance, then I handed over my card and we completed the transaction.

  I went to leave and asked, “Do you make collars? Simple bands like this to wear around the neck?”

  “I am sure we could make one for you. We could make something that matches the bracelet you’ve purchased.”

  Could I take the risk Anabelle would let me collar her? We’d talked about our relationship and how our Dom-sub dynamic fitted into it. Anabelle had reassured me how much she loved being my submissive and I could see how much she thrived, how much she’d grown since we started it. Yes, I’d buy a collar. It was October. I’d collar her for Christmas.

  “I’d like one made to match, in that case.”

  “We’d need measurements.”

  “Okay. Can I ring the size through?”

  “Of course, sir. We need around the neck where it will sit, the distance from the collarbone, and how wide you’d like it.”

  “The same size as the bracelet as far as width is concerned, and I’ll ring you regarding the neck measurement tomorrow.”

  He gave me a card with his number on it. I thanked him and left the shop extremely satisfied.

  When I picked Anabelle up Wednesday evening, I drove her to The Old Road Café at Mount White for pizza before we headed home.

  “Did you ask Becky and Cass about staying, Ana?”

  “Yep, they’ll be here. Told them they could stay Saturday and Sunday nights like Justin and Charlie were.”

  “Excellent. I honestly like your friends.”

  “Even Charlie?” She laughed as she probably remembered how the two of us had kind of annoyed each other the day we met.

  “Especially Charlie.”

  And I meant it. He was a great guy. He and his partner had come over many times, and they were like family. Justin’s eco-gardening center was booming and he had helped me put in a vegetable and herb garden. Of course, the fact we all had Harley Davidsons did help. We’d taken to going riding once a month. The four of us had great fun.

  Now all our friends were coming over for an Aussie barbecue Saturday afternoon and staying until Monday rather than just coming up for the day. The boutique was closing at midday and it would be a perfect time for us all to relax. I’d arranged menus for the weekend and was going to enjoy cooking.

  I had to admit when I first realized I could do whatever I like through the day, I wondered if I’d get bored, especially after the life I’d lived, but in fact, I enjoyed it. I was experimenting in the kitchen and having fun. Slowly, I was getting the immediate grounds into some semblance of order. The rest was all natural bushland.

  As Anabelle had discovered, I had a herd, oops, sorry, a mob of kangaroos who enjoyed feasting on my grass every morning and night. Anabelle had told me there were plenty of possums in the trees and I’d spied quite a few. One even came into the house. I’d heard a noise through the night and I wasn’t sure who got the biggest fright—the possum or me.

  I’d switched on the light in the kitchen area and there was a big fat possum helping himself to the fruit in the bowl on one of the counters. We’d stared at each other. My heart was pounding, and I bet his was too. Still, he’d judged the distance between the counter and the window and took off fast after he grabbed an apple.

  Anabelle laughed when I told her. Said she’d discovered fruit missing lately and thought a possum was the culprit. From then on, I decided to leave a few pieces outside in the hopes of keeping them outdoors.

  On top of all that, I was now toying with buying a boat. I had a jetty. Actually, it was quite large, about nine meters long, and I could tie a boat up to it. There was an old boathouse that needed some repair work I could use as well.

  I had a boat license, as well as my car, bike, plane, and helicopter ones. When I’d come out here, all the necessary paperwork had been fast-tracked which meant I could have legal ones for the state. Anabelle liked the idea when I’d mentioned it, and I thought I’d start searching in earnest. Cass told me he knew a few people who were in the trade and I could chat with them about what would be suitable for Anabelle and me.

  We finished eating our pizza and were relaxing with a glass of wine. Before we’d eaten, I talked about buying some new shirts and asked her to measure my neck, telling her I wanted to make sure I could get the right size. I casually measured hers and remarked how small it was compared to mine, all the while knowing that she had no idea what I’d done.

  “Anabelle, you know how much I love you.”

  “I do.”

  “I know how you’re enjoying our Dom-sub relationship and I want something to signify it.”

  I pulled the box containing the bracelet from my pocket where I’d placed it and I gave it to her. As she opened it she gave a tiny scream.

  “Oh, hun, it’s beautiful!”

  I took it from her and opened it at the hinge. Then I showed her the engraving. She covered her mouth with her hand and I saw tears in her eyes. When she lifted her gaze and held out her arm, she seemed speechless.

  “Anabelle, do you know what this means? It means you are accepting me as your Master. Whenever we are in the dungeon, you are my property and will obey my every word.”

  “I understand.”

  I looked at her seriously and took one hand. “Anabelle, I promise I will always protect you. I will never harm you or place you in a position of harm. I promise to care for you forever.”

  I was stunned when she nodded and then whispered fervently, “I promise to always obey you. You are my Sir and I belong to only you.”

  Full of emotion, I fastened the bracelet around her wrist with a loud snap. Her tears
fell and I pulled her into my arms. She was my woman—now and forever.

  ****

  Thursday morning, I dropped Anabelle off. She didn’t have any late appointments tonight and I’d promised I’d take her to dinner after work. After stopping outside the boutique and giving her a goodbye kiss, I went shopping. I needed to get some fishing gear. I’d only been using a hand reel, but I wanted a rod. Cass had given me the address of a place in Castle Hill that had everything I’d ever need and it was under thirty minutes away from the salon.

  I had to laugh when I saw the name—The Fishin’ Camp. Okay, I’m a bloke. They had everything I could imagine and more for fishing and camping.

  It was a few minutes after nine-thirty when I got there and I had to admit to spending almost two hours there wandering around, and yes, I did buy a few things before heading home.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Anabelle

  I kept staring at the bracelet on my wrist and hugging myself. I knew how important it was. I’d read enough about Doms and subs by now and I knew this was kind of like a collar in a way. I loved the engraving—Sir’s property. Yep, that was exactly what it was like when we were in the dungeon. In fact, I kind of felt that way all the time, but not in a bad way.

  He made me feel extremely loved and protected. I knew he would never let anything happen to me. He would always treat me with respect and honesty.

  When I discovered my favorite plus-sized lingerie shop was having a sale, I nipped out between appointments on Thursday morning. The place was only two blocks away and it wouldn’t take me long. As I went through the racks, I found too many things that I liked. Instead, I started thinking as if I were John, and what would I like to see me in? I knew how exciting it was to take off my clothing one piece at a time and I wanted something stunning to make John’s eyes pop when I was revealed.