by Sir Nathan
She gave me a beautiful smile in return. “Good girl, Dominique. We shall see if you enjoy what I have in mind.” She stood abruptly, taking Paul’s hand in hers and pulling him to his feet. He gave us his handsome crooked smile and told us they would return shortly.
I looked back to my Master. I wanted to ask him if this was what he wanted, if I was being good. I’d do it. I’d do anything to please him. I just wanted him to know. Then he did the most precious thing. He got to his feet, offered me his hand, and helped me to mine. Walking backwards to his chair, he led me and I followed. His arms went around me in a big bear hug. I moved into him and felt the warm comfort of his beating heart in my ear as I laid my cheek on his chest, his arms enveloping me. He picked me up effortlessly, sweeping me onto his lap as he sat down again. I nuzzled his neck and pulled myself tighter to him and whispered in his ear.
“Thank you so much, Master. I really needed this.”
“My pleasure, kitten. Always my pleasure.”
I smiled and purred, softly scratching the back of his neck. “Um, may I speak candidly for a moment?”
“Certainly, pet. Go ahead.”
“I am having a million different thoughts at the moment. Not all of them good either, Master.”
“We will have a long talk later pet, thrash things out if you like. I haven’t forgotten you also wanted to make a confession.”
“Oh. That’s right, yes. Thank you, Sir. I need to do that.”
“Ok, but for now pet, just play along. As I informed you, there would be others. It would both amuse me and please me to see where this is going. But first things first. Remove the balls, pet.”
“Now, Sir?”
“Do you really need me to answer that?”
“Um. Sorry. No, Sir.” I hopped to my feet and removed my wrap, draping it over my shoulder. I bent forward to watch what I was doing, pulling my saturated thong aside. Tugging on the nylon string protruding from my slippery folds, we both watched as my pussy flowered open. I held my breath and used my fingers to ease out each of the balls.
“That’s enough.”
“O-Okay, Sir,” I said, snapping my wet thong back in place. Sighing, I couldn’t help but notice my aroused and pouting lips, thick and bulging against the material. Breathlessly I dragged my wrap from my shoulder and tied it into place.
I thought I’d be cute and nonchalant, so I hung my balls off the end of my finger, putting my other hand on my hip and thrusting provocatively at Andrew.
“How pretty,” Lydia said, and I gasped!
All three of them were standing opposite me and the men were chuckling. Hiding the balls in my hand and shaking with embarrassment, I stuttered, “I, um ... I didn’t-”
“Goodness me. Have you no shame?” Lydia asked, smirking.
“Y-Yes, Miss Lydia. I mean, no! I mean, oh!” God, this had to be planned.
“Tsk, tsk,” Andrew said.
“I thought she looked pretty cute,” Paul said. I blushed harder.
“Well, I think she is completely shameless. Not that that is such a bad thing. In fact, it’s probably one of her few redeeming features, isn’t it?” She looked at me like she was expecting an answer and I didn’t know what to say! This didn’t feel real! Surely I was dreaming. Today wasn’t supposed to turn out like this!
Andrew spoke and I bit my lip. “She has a few redeeming features.”
“Hehe, that’s for sure,” added Paul.
“Oh, stop it you two,” said Lydia. “You’re just encouraging her. Here, watch this.” She walked right up to me and grabbed my nipple in her fingers. Twisting sharply, her other hand reached between my legs, stroking insistently. My knees went weak in a second. She looked really mean and neither of the men could hear when she whispered, “You’re just a little fucking slut, aren’t you?”
Her fingers crushed my nipple and I groaned, my fists tightening. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of reacting, but I couldn’t help it. The men were just laughing and I could feel my hips moving in time with her caresses. I didn’t want this! “Stop, please stop,” I whispered.
“Are you going to cry now, little girl?” Lydia mocked, releasing my nipple. She laughed right in my face and I couldn’t help it. I had to say something!
“Why are you being such a bi-”
SLAP!
Falling instantly to my knees, I held my smarting cheek as tears welled up in my eyes. The grass felt dry and lifeless under me. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why couldn’t I just submit? Lydia’s eyes bored into me. Could I backtrack quickly enough? I had to try. “I-I’m so sorry, Miss Lydia. I cannot explain m-my incredible stupidity and insolent beha-”
“I bet I can explain it,” she said, just above a whisper. It was so menacing.
“Miss, I-I mean, I didn’t-”
“This is what I was talking about,” she said, returning to Paul’s side. “Too much thought, and she’s a cry-baby.”
Paul and Andrew looked at each other and both chuckled. “What do you think?” Paul asked him.
“Pretty good. I think that’s enough, don’t you?”
“Yeah, they both did well,” Paul replied. “But Kate needs some work.”
Who the hell is Kate? I wondered.
Andrew walked up to me and offered me his hand, drawing me to my feet. “Dominique,” he said, smiling softly. A tear of intense humiliation trickled down my cheek. “How long have you been with me, pet?”
I cleared my throat and spoke softly. “Almost thirteen months, Master.”
“Do you have any comprehension of what is going on?”
“I feel as though I am being judged, a-and I have failed.” I stifled the spasm of a sob in my throat and another tear squeezed itself out of my eye. I wanted to wipe it away but my arms wouldn’t move.
“You are going about failing the right way, Dominique. But no you haven’t failed yet. You have in fact reacted pretty much as I thought you would. So in a sense you have pleased me.” My arms worked and I wiped away the tears. I felt better but I couldn’t bring myself to smile. I just listened. “You have demonstrated exactly what I had spoken to Paul about. A certain reluctance, a questionable depth of submission to my decisions. You submit delightfully when we are alone. I don’t doubt that you feel you give me everything you can give. I also know you have doubts about yourself and that you justify what you do and allow to be done to you.” It was like listening to my own conscience. “Your sense of self-importance is over-inflated, Dominique. When challenged, you act like a princess, expecting to be rescued, twisting your experience of the lifestyle to suit yourself. And I think you have been trying desperately to mask your jealousy of Lydia since she arrived.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered. He was right. I tried to stop my eyes tearing up again.
“I think you are more attracted to Paul than you have been willing to tell me.” I blushed at his words. Oh my God! How did he know? “I think you have been withholding things, Dominique.” I opened my mouth but he shook his head. “I am looking forward to your confession.”
“Y-Yes, Master.”.
“How important is my collar to you, Dominique?”
“Master?”
“How important?”
“Um. Very important?”
“Then why aren’t you wearing it?”
“It’s just in the drawer by the-”
“My collar should mean more to you than something kept in a drawer. The significance of it seems lost on you.”
“I didn’t realise I could wear it whenever I wanted!”
‘Did I say you needed permission to wear it?”
“No, Master.”
“Do you wear it when I’m not here?”
“Y-Yes. Um, all the time.” I blushed.
“Express your submission, Dominique. Don’t pick and choose. Feel it, and submit.”
“I’m sorry, Master! All week I hoped you would ask me to wear it. I thought you didn’t care! You even said so!”
“What are you
talking about?”
“Last night!”
Andrew’s eyes narrowed in thought, apparently trying to recall the events of the previous evening. “Hmmm ... Ah. No, that is an issue unrelated to the wearing of your collar.”
“Please, please may I get it? I-I feel naked without it!”
“If you earn it.”
“I’ll do anything!”
They all looked at each other as though contemplating my offer. Then Andrew spoke. “Dominique, I would like you to meet Kate.”
‘Lydia’ stepped forward, leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, whispering, “I’m sorry I was so mean before, but it was so much fun.” I swallowed, struggling to keep my jaw from dropping. She stepped back and gracefully knelt beside Paul, stroking his thigh and smiling right at me.
“Kate is quite the actress, pet. She is also Paul’s submissive. After a long absence she has returned to him. This scene has answered many questions, Dominique. For all of us.”
“I don’t understand, Master.”
“Kate wanted to explore her dominant feelings and I agreed to this scene. Forgive me for being so manipulative, pet, but I also wanted to see how deep your feelings were for Paul. I think that by your behaviour, most of my questions have been answered.”
I bowed my head. “I’m s-sorry if I disappointed you, Master.” I was on the verge of tears again. How did he know? I hadn’t said anything!
“I agree that you could have done better. But before I decide what to do with you, I have one more question ...”
Chapter 8
I was suddenly struck with the gravity of the situation. I could lose everything here! Clasping my hands tightly behind my back to stop them shaking, I tried to slow my breathing while Andrew, Paul and Kate looked down on me. My Judge, jury and executioner. I felt very small. Would I ever master this game? Was I cut out for this? It wouldn’t have taken much for me to burst into tears and flee. Forever. I couldn’t believe I called Kate a bitch. I should have thanked her for slapping me. God, was this it? Was he finished with me? Studying my Master’s face, I wished he were smiling. I was sure I could make him smile again. Shivering almost uncontrollably, I decided to fight, and fuck the consequences. I was not going to give up. I had come too far for that. If he wanted the truth, I’d give it, and let the cards fall where they may. After what seemed an eternity, he finally asked his question.
“Do you know what you have done?”
As soon as he asked it, I felt so ashamed. My cheeks burned and I would have given anything to be alone with him. The grass in front of me became blurry as my eyes filled. A single tear began its lonely trek down my cheek. “I-I have disappointed you.”
“You have broken a number of rules, and your behaviour has been unacceptable.” My shoulders were trembling and another tear dripped down my nose and I watched as it plummeted to the ground below. “But that isn’t all, is it?” His voice was soft, scary ... hypnotic.
“N-No,” I whispered, my eyes filling and the grass in front of me becoming blurry.
“Speak up, and don’t make me tell you again. Make your confession, Dominique. Now.”
Oh God. I cleared my throat. “Y-Yes, Sir.” Master seemed too familiar. I didn’t deserve to call him my Master.
A moment. I just needed a moment. Fuck it. Taking a deep breath, I collected my thoughts. I straightened myself and knelt up tall. Proudly. With my body as tight as a drum, I closed my eyes tightly to blink away my tears. They ran in streams down my cheeks, but I decided against wiping them away. So what if I cried. I exhaled slowly and opened my eyes.
Watching Dominique on her knees stifling tears was difficult to bear. The trial of confessing before others would certainly test her. A sense of déjà vu came over me as I asked my question. It was very strange, but a memory of Rebecca speared into my mind. Sometimes I just need attention, I heard her saying. We were talking together after a punishment and her mascara had run, just like Dominique’s. It’s better this way, she had said. I’ll learn. And she had. I almost smiled to myself, realising the message. Somewhere along the way Dominique had become sidetracked, and she needed to be reined in. In a sense, Dean had been right. I had been too gentle with her. But not for the reasons he thought.
The desire to sweep her up into my arms flooded through me and abated in a split second. Why did I hold myself back sometimes? I knew it wasn’t appropriate at that moment, but it wouldn’t have been the first time if I had. I usually drew a frustrating blank when I started thinking about it. Rebecca would have been surprised. Indecisive would not have been how she described me. And yet here I was, thinking of her while Dominique relented and let the tears flow. Had I truly let go? While Dominique sobbed, I realised I had some confessing of my own to do. But I would afford us some privacy for that. In the meantime, I decided that if Dominique was going to make inroads into her vanilla ways of thinking, it was going to be today. And it wasn’t going to be easy.
I knew what to do. And I recognised that this might be the last time I ever involved other people in our play. Dominique would not miss Paul. Not when I was done. I should have seen it. It was as plain as the nose on my face. Dean’s cabin was too much for her. It was too random and too stressful. It hadn’t opened doors, it had smashed them down with an axe. Her world had been warped and she probably wasn’t sure what to make of it. Even bringing Paul in had been a mistake. Dominique was not Rebecca. And I did give a fuck. As she straightened up and steadied herself, I reached into my pocket, feeling for my handkerchief. Remembering the egg was wrapped in it, I thought, perfect. I was tempted to smile as I retrieved it and held the small cloth out for her.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, sniffling. “Thank you.” Bringing the soft cloth to my face to wipe it, the scent of my pussy invaded my senses and I blushed, glancing up at Andrew. He smiled. He smiled! He was having a private moment with me, and for some reason it made sense. I relished it, carefully folding his handkerchief and drying my face with it. All was not lost! He still had faith! Kneeling up straight again and taking a deep breath, I balled the cloth in my fist and held it tightly. “Sir,” I began, concentrating on his eyes. This was not how I envisaged my confession. “I have been guilty of a so many things.”
“Go on, pet.” He called me ‘pet’!
“Yes, Sir. I um,” I said, hesitating. It didn’t sound right. Then it dawned on me. “This girl is guilty of d-disobeying you. You made it plain she was to submit to whom you chose. Th... This girl was rude and wilful and she is very sorry for that, Sir. Sh-She finds it difficult when others are involved, Sir. She felt confused and things happened so fast.” I wiped another tear from my cheek. “I ... She ... She knows we have talked about it and she knows it is a limit you may push. But it is still very new to her and she felt cornered. H-Her jealousy took over, Sir.”
“Explain what you mean, Dominique.”
“Y-Yes, Sir. This girl is um, also guilty of allowing mischievous thoughts to become feelings, Sir. And she ... she found her fantasies involving Paul occupying her idle time. She was looking forward to seeing him more than she should have been, Sir.” I glanced at Kate and she looked daggers at me. “Th-This girl feels that jealousy clouded her judgment. Her jealousy of Kate made her lash out, S-Sir.”
“I see,” Andrew said, nodding thoughtfully.
“There is another thing, Sir. This girl is also guilty of not paying proper attention to your instructions regarding her collar. She is very sorry for not asking about it. She loves it so much and if she knew she could wear it whenever she wanted, she would not have taken it off. Well, not while at home, Sir.” I wanted to smile but I stopped myself.
Andrew nodded again, scratching his chin. “Is there something else, Dominique? Something deeper?” he asked.
“Um,” I hesitated, looking from face to face then down again. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Go ahead.”
“This girl feels ... torn, Sir. Torn between her vanilla side and her submissive side. She has been assu
ming things, Sir. Assuming her place, and assuming what is important and what is not. Her mind has been active but she has not confessed the things she has been thinking. She assumed she knew what you would want or need to know. She has been filtering, Sir. Filtering thoughts and feelings, sharing only those she knew would please you.” I looked up at him and he seemed almost pleased.
“You do it to keep me happy, don’t you?”
“Making you happy is always this girl’s intention, Sir,” I replied softly. It was no excuse and he knew it.
“Happiness based on half truths and omissions is not real happiness though, is it?”
I looked down at my hands and fingered the handkerchief. “N-No, Sir. This girl doesn’t know what else to say. She is sorry, Sir. She has been careless and displeasing and her focus has wavered. She knows she acted poorly and she knows she can do better. Please, Sir. She ... She’ll do anything!” I pleaded, looking up at him. “She’ll accept anything! Please let her prove herself to you, Sir. She knows she should be punished. Please punish her, Sir. Make it all go away, please ...” My tears returned in a rush, and for a moment I felt cold and alone. Kate was right. I was a cry-baby.
“You are going to be taught a lesson.”
Falling at his feet and kissing his shoes, I whispered, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you.” Joy and relief seemed to merge. I can do this. I WILL do this.
“I want you to trust me today. Let go. Understood?”
Gazing up at him, the look on his face was one I would never forget. His eyes bored into me with a determination that seethed. And the strangest thing was, I loved it. Without saying a word, he spoke to my centre. This is what you deserve. I nodded, whispering, “Yes. Anything.”
His hand appeared before my eyes and I held it and he lifted me back to my knees. “Trust me to make decisions regarding your limits, Dominique. Accept my will. Find freedom in letting go. Let me decide what is right and what is wrong, and what is important and what is not. Confess without fear. The truth can only bring us together.”
I dropped my gaze to the ground and nodded again. Taking another deep breath, I asked softly, “May this girl speak, Sir?”
