Dominique

by Sir Nathan

  “Someone like you, Dominique?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

  Andrew telegraphs his displeasure to me so clearly, why can’t I just shut up? Until then I hadn’t realised I was digging a hole for myself. Yet I couldn’t stop. I hoped he couldn’t read my mind. “Oh, um. Well, I just meant with him being a good friend of yours and um ... He’s a good Dom, and he deserves someone who can make him happy.” Pleased with what I came up with, I picked up my coffee to take a sip. I hoped I’d dodged a bullet. At least Andrew seemed more interested in what I was saying, rather than what I didn’t say.

  “Oh really ...”

  “Um, yes Sir.” I had an idea. “And um, I think it would be nice to have a submissive girlfriend who lives a bit closer than Gigi, too.” Unless she’s a bitch.

  “Ahh, I see ...”

  “It’s just that, well, sometimes it gets a bit quiet and lonely when you are away on business, Sir. I would dearly love to have a friend, a close friend, in whom I could confide ...” I was on a roll now.

  “Confide?”

  “Yes, Sir. You know what I mean, like a girlfriend I could go shopping with, or-”

  “Dominique,” he interrupted.

  “Y-Yes, Sir?”

  “Don’t say, ‘You know what I mean.’ I don’t like the sound of it.”

  Oops. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “It’s all right.”

  “All I meant was-”

  “Shhh ... relax.” His eyes followed me as I put down the t.v. guide and took a deep breath. I don’t know why I was getting worked up. I didn’t want to be in trouble when Paul arrived. That would ruin everything. I bit my lip and Andrew spoke in an understanding tone. “I can see how it would benefit you to have someone with whom you might share things. And you haven’t been out with your vanilla friends in a while either. Perhaps you should do that soon.”

  “I still talk with them on the phone. But yes, I’d like that. It’s not the same though. I-I’d like someone I could talk with about everything.”

  “Do you find our communication inadequate, pet?”

  OOPS! “Oh, gosh. No, Master! Definitely not.” Just shut up!

  “Then I suppose I am wondering why you believe you need someone in this role in your life, pet.”

  I had to fix this. “It’s not that I need someone. Not at all. Just that I would like it. Sometime. Um, in the future. That’s all.”

  “Hmmm ... All right. Well, I’ll think about it. Perhaps you should have asked me about this first, pet. Rather than having me drag it out of you.”

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.” I hadn’t really thought about it that much. It was just a fleeting thought I’d ran with. But I’d painted myself into a corner and was glad I wasn’t in trouble. God, what had come over me?

  “We’ll talk about this later,” he said. I nodded and bit my lip, finally taking my own advice and shutting up. Andrew went back to reading his newspaper, and I picked my coffee and uncrossed my legs. I was getting really wet down there. Even being verbally dominated turns me on. “Oh, and pet?”

  “Yes, Master?”

  “Lydia is not a submissive.”

  “Oh. Okay.” I wasn’t sure what to say. Had he left the lifestyle? What did that mean? Damn it! That threw me for a loop. Would Paul still be visiting when Andrew was away? We had talked about it just last week!

  Andrew had explained that Paul had permission to use me in any way in which he would. The only rule being Paul would never come over unless he and Andrew had discussed it. Andrew would know. Paul would in effect be my surrogate Master. It pleased Andrew for me to be treated in this way. To be truthful, after the first time, I found the idea very exciting and looked forward to Paul breaking the monotony during Andrew’s occasional absences. Besides, I liked submitting to him. I smiled and blushed when I thought about it. He was a bit of a wild lover.

  Andrew told me Dean was the only other one that I had to obey, with the same rules. Andrew said I was entitled call to confirm that he knew of their presence. Also, in the future there would be others. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck prickled when I considered it, and I couldn’t say I was terribly keen. I would do it though, but hoped it wouldn’t be too often. I had my hands full already. At that thought I blushed all over again!

  “Kitten?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Yes, Sir?” I loved it when he called me that.

  “Be a good girl and go up to the house. Check the beers are cold enough. If they’re not, put a couple in the freezer. Also, make up a batch of margueritas, okay? Keep them chilled.” He checked his watch. “In fact, I’ll come with you and get the steaks.” Standing, he folded the paper under his arm and held out his hand for me. “C’mon, let’s get this show on the road.”

  We walked up to the house like young lovers. “Is your lip okay?” I asked softly.

  “How does it look?” he replied, making faces.

  I smiled. “I can hardly tell.”

  “Good.”

  Then I had an idea. “Should I bring my cushion down to the barbeque when we return? I mean if Lydia isn’t a submissive, will I be needing one?” Okay, I was fishing.

  “No pet. If I want you to, you can kneel on the grass.” He smiled at me and kissed my temple as we walked lazily. If he was trying to explain something to me, I didn’t get it.

  “Oh ... All right.” I trusted Andrew, but I didn’t know how I felt about ‘coming out’ with a vanilla person. Lydia might ask all kinds of silly questions like, ‘what are you doing kneeling on the ground, Dominique. There’s a chair right here!’ I giggled to myself, thinking it would be fun to be the shocking one, rather than the shocked one for a change.

  “What’s so funny?” Andrew asked.

  “Well, I ... I was thinking it might be embarrassing to be the only one kneeling ... But then I was thinking I’d love to see the look on Lydia’s face when I kneeled in front of you!” Or in front of Paul!

  Andrew cracked up and whacked me on the butt as we arrived at the back of the house, sending me through the doorway. It was a playful smack, but a touch hard. Or maybe I was imagining it. Anyway, it made me grab my ass and pout! Andrew roared with laughter as he walked down the hall to the cellar door. In between fits of mirth he managed to tell me he’d get the beers organised. “Oh, and Dominique?” he asked, turning at the cellar door to face me.

  “Yes Sir?”

  “I hope those balls aren’t bothering you.”

  “Oh no, Sir. I ... Oh, dear!” I looked down and was mortified by the sight. My bikini bottoms were soaked through. I started to shake. God, I knew I was horny but this was ridiculous.

  “Pinch your nipples.”

  “But, Master-”

  “Just do it.”

  “Mmmmm ...”

  He chuckled. “Get the margueritas organised first. Then you can change.”

  I passed the mirror on the wall, the same one I had turned to on the first night with Paul. Stopping in my tracks, I turned to face it. I look like a wreck! I thought, adjusting my bikini. My nipples jutted through my t-shirt. How embarrassing! Hurry up! Jesus, they could be here at any minute! I’ve got to get the drinks and get changed and do my hair and ...

  DING! DONG!

  “COULD YOU LET THEM IN, KITTEN?” Andrew yelled from the cellar.

  “YES, SIR!” I yelled back before I knew it. Oh my God! Oh my God! They can’t already be here! Quick, think! There was nothing I could do! I swallowed my pride and resolved to face the music. I was definitely going to get changed at the first opportunity! Taking a deep breath and gritting my teeth, I unlatched the front door and opened it wide, the sun streaming in behind our guests, silhouetting them. I clasped my hands together in front of my bikini. “Welcome. Welcome. Please, come in, come in.” I bowed a little and squinted up into the shadowed faces.

  “Oh, Dominique. You look lovely. Do you mind if I just stand here for a moment and admire you?” Paul teased. He knew!

  Damn all
Doms for being so observant. I blushed fiercely, looking down and immediately realising it was probably my nipples he was admiring. Half whispering, I quietly said, “You tease me Sir! We were just out um, taking some sun and ... enjoying the morning and um, time got away, Sir ...”

  “It’s okay, Dominique. You needn’t explain,” Paul said, guiding Lydia inside the front door. I closed it behind them.

  “I’m just embarrassed. You caught me by surprise, Sir. Gosh! I’m so sorry! This must be Lydia. Forgive me. I’m very pleased to meet you, Lydia.” I smiled brightly, offering her my hand to shake. She had the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen. She was lovely. She looked a bit like me actually, but her skin was lighter. Dark hair. Slim, attractive. Eyes like a cat. I was thinking she might be thirty. Goodness.

  “I’m pleased to meet you too, Dominique,” she said, looking me up and down. “You are as adorable as Paul described.”

  “Well, um ... Thank you, Lydia.” Withdrawing my hand after she shook it, I blushed even harder. Had she seen my bikini bottoms? How had Paul described me?

  “Go freshen up, Dominique. I can handle the drinks,” Paul said, rescuing me.

  “Oh! Th-Thank you, Sir!” Relieved beyond words, I gave him my biggest smile.

  The balls inside me practically clanged together as I ran up the stairs. I’d only thought of them fleetingly over the last couple of hours. Suddenly they were maddening as I pushed open my bedroom door breathlessly and closed it behind me. The unused bed looked mighty inviting and I thought I could cum in about a minute if I tried. But there was something about that bed remaining untouched ...

  I hurriedly slipped on a clean thong and threw a wrap around my hips. Deciding I could get away with the wrap, I sighed and chose not to change the t-shirt. As I calmed down, I shook my head and smiled, unable to believe I met them at the door in a tight t-shirt and wet bikini bottoms. Andrew contrived to embarrass me on purpose, I thought, pouting into the mirror. I wished I could take out the balls. Oh, he can be so mean!

  Quickly putting on some lippy and mascara, I ran a brush through my hair. Taking one last look, I wondered why I bothered with underwear, as the new ones already felt damp. Still, I thought giggling, going back down the stairs should be fun. Setting off with a deliberate bounce in my step that jiggled my breasts and banged the balls, I rushed down the stairs and almost barrelled Andrew over!

  He caught me and neither of us fell, thankfully. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically.

  “Oh my God! Sorry, Master!” I cried breathlessly, stifling my laughter.

  “It’s all right, pet. No harm done,” he said, righting me, dusting himself off and smiling. “I was just coming to look for you.”

  “I’m sorry I took so long. I hope I’m dressed okay.” He looked me up and down, nodding and smiling. Slinking my hand around his offered elbow, I was grateful he understood. On tiptoes I kissed his cheek and whispered, “I never tell you often enough how wonderful you are to me.”

  “Sweet kitten. You can tell me later,” he said, grinning. “Come on. Let’s join the others.” We walked arm in arm to bar area where Paul and Lydia were waiting for us.

  “Welcome back,” Paul said, seeing us enter. Lydia was sitting beside him on a barstool while he stood. “Andrew was just telling us how much of a good time you had at Dean’s cabin last weekend.”

  “It was certainly an eye-opener, Sir. I learned a lot up there.”

  “Glad to hear it. I thought I might take you back up there with me sometime,” Paul said, winking openly! I blushed and glanced at Lydia, wondering what she must be thinking! Then she spoke!

  “It’s alright Dominique, I know Paul is fond of you, and has certain ... let’s say ‘rights’. I don’t mind, as long as you don’t get in my way,” she said, hopping off the stool and heading right for me, drink in hand.

  “Oooo!” said the men. I had the distinct impression someone wasn’t telling me something! Holding my breath as she neared, she handed me the marguerita, chirping, “Drink up! The day is young!”

  The men laughed and everyone smiled and clinked glasses. I looked from person to person as I sipped. Paul pulled Andrew aside like they were talking business or something. Smiling at Lydia, she leaned into me and said, “We will have to have a little talk later.”

  “Yes, Lydia,” I said automatically. Damn my submissive response!

  “That’s ‘Miss Lydia’, Dominique.”

  “Y-Yes, Miss Lydia.” She stood back from me and smiled over her glass as she sipped from it. God. So, what does this all mean? She must be a Domme. Doesn’t Dom/me go with sub and sub with Dom/me? I didn’t know Dom could go with Domme. The image of Lydia whipping Paul formed itself in my brain. That can’t be right. It couldn’t be!

  Andrew turned to me. “So, pet. Do you think we should adjourn outside and enjoy the sun?”

  Sweet reprieve! “Definitely Sir! It’d be a shame to not take advantage of such a lovely day.”

  “Well said!” Paul agreed.

  We all looked at Lydia. “Let’s go then. Lead the way, Dominique!”

  “Yes, Miss Lydia.” It was a bit disconcerting leading them outside. I had the feeling they were talking behind my back. Or maybe they were watching my ass. Where is this going? And why do I always feel so far out of my depth? I really had to get a moment alone with Andrew.

  Lunch was delicious. Andrew cooked the steaks perfectly, and none of my special avocado salad was left in its bowl. Staying quiet through most of the meal, I tried to pick up any hints. God, I was just glad to be seated at the table rather than on my knees!

  “Mmmmmm ... this is delicious Andrew!” Lydia said effusively. With a mouthful, Paul nodded his agreement.

  Glancing at me and winking before turning back to Lydia, Andrew replied, “You are welcome to the best my house has to offer, Lydia.” Oh my God, I thought. Did Andrew just give her his blessing? I don’t think I even like her! What is he thinking!

  “Thank you, kind Sir,” she replied, batting her eyelids at him. I was getting so confused.

  Who was this woman I was supposed to respect? No one has told me anything! Who does she think she is?

  I blushed at my disrespectful thoughts. Who am I to even think about such things! Stop thinking like a vanilla person! Where was my grounding? Why did I feel so inadequate around others in the lifestyle? Biting my lip and trying to stay calm, I realised I still had so much to learn. Trying to stay calm, I rose to tidy up when the finished eating.

  Lydia addressed me. “Dominique, do that later. Be a dear and refresh my drink for me, would you?”

  I glanced at Andrew and his eyes narrowed. I better be good here. Just do as your told. You can do it. “Yes, Miss Lydia,” I said, stacking the plates and putting them aside. While I was pouring her a new drink, they talked quietly amongst themselves. Why did I feel so left out? Why did I feel the need to be ‘in the loop’? Was it a hangover from my vanilla days? What do I do if she starts commanding me? Surely Andrew won’t let her. And damn these goddamned balls! They’re making me weak kneed! I wanted to plead with Andrew for a moment of his time, just to get everything straight. She started taking again and I thought, Concentrate!

  “Mmmmm ... Thank you, Dominique. You certainly make a lovely marguerita.”

  “Thank you, Miss Lydia. I always try to do my best.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t know about that,” she said dismissively, turning to Andrew and addressing him directly. “May I speak frankly to your submissive, Andrew?”

  “Yes of course, Lydia. We are all friends here.”

  She turned back to me and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. “Sit up straight.” God, I hadn’t realised I was slumping. I uncrossed my legs and sat demurely with my hands in my lap. “Dominique, you should know I don’t particularly like female submissives.”

  “Oh, um ... I’m sorry, Miss Lydia.” I had no idea what to say. All I could do was swallow. She didn’t like me? Why not? What had I done to her?
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  Her face hardened before she spoke. “I find they think far too much.” Blushing madly, I wished she would stop staring at me. I thought I was going to catch fire or something. I looked down at my hands and bit my lip. “Do you think too much, Dominique?”

  “Oh! I, um ... I don’t know ... I think m-maybe I do ...” I looked up at her hopefully.

  She spoke to Paul. “See, that’s why I find them distasteful. And they cry too much, too.”

  Paul nodded his head. “You have a point there.”

  What? What point? I don’t cry too much! I can take a lot! My bottom lip was getting sore from biting it. When I looked up at her again she smiled, stroking Paul’s cock through his pants. I blushed and looked back down.

  “Look at me.”

  “Yes, Miss Lydia,” I whispered.

  “You are very attractive, Dominique. And you look so much like me. I only wish Paul had warned me just how much,” she said, playfully squeezing his cock. “There is something symmetrical about you and I.”

  “Th-Thank you, Miss,” I responded woodenly.

  “It is not necessarily a good thing, Dominique.”

  “I’m sorry, Miss Lydia. Perhaps I could go and put my hair up or-”

  “No, no! That won’t do at all. In fact ...” She turned to Paul. “Can I have a word with you, darling?”

  “Sure,” he replied. “Come with me.”

  “Okay, but in just a moment. I wanted to tell Dominique one more thing,” she said, turning to me. “Dominique ...”

  “Yes, Miss Lydia?”

  “As I said, apart from being amusing, I don’t usually find female submissives particularly attractive at all.” I was back to staring at the ground in front of me, wondering what was going on. “But as a gesture to Paul and Andrew, I would like to test my theory. On you.”

  I didn’t know what to say. All three of them were looking at me. I felt my subspace closing around me. I turned to Andrew and he clearly mouthed the words, ‘She is one.’ Oh God. Okay, here goes. I turned my gaze back to her cat-like eyes. “Miss Lydia?”

  “Yes, Dominique?”

  “If ... If it would please you, Miss Lydia, I will do anything you tell me to do.” I smiled hopefully.